<?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-9087740336687655039</id><updated>2011-07-09T02:13:13.062+10:00</updated><title type='text'>.</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://artof-love.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9087740336687655039/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://artof-love.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>LISAAA.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10430451975237156408</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-_zFr1_qe7g/SpTNsi0BVEI/AAAAAAAAAD8/rqMjKHb_Nkg/S220/SDC10369.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>98</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9087740336687655039.post-5658580019991987097</id><published>2010-01-26T18:31:00.001+11:00</published><updated>2010-01-26T18:32:23.765+11:00</updated><title type='text'>Booo</title><content type='html'>I'll fix this blog up ... soon. And blog more often ... soon. I'm never gonna get time to do any of this though, unless I procrastinate but nah LOL.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9087740336687655039-5658580019991987097?l=artof-love.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://artof-love.blogspot.com/feeds/5658580019991987097/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9087740336687655039&amp;postID=5658580019991987097&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9087740336687655039/posts/default/5658580019991987097'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9087740336687655039/posts/default/5658580019991987097'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://artof-love.blogspot.com/2010/01/booo.html' title='Booo'/><author><name>LISAAA.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10430451975237156408</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-_zFr1_qe7g/SpTNsi0BVEI/AAAAAAAAAD8/rqMjKHb_Nkg/S220/SDC10369.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9087740336687655039.post-2833816617090627860</id><published>2009-12-18T15:13:00.004+11:00</published><updated>2009-12-29T15:42:14.457+11:00</updated><title type='text'>I haven't blogged for so long</title><content type='html'>Was meant to publish this like, 2 weeks ago or something LOL. Yeah, as you can see I kind of stopped blogging for like, a month cause I couldn't be bothered. But now I feel like it again. Anyways, a lot has happened since the last time I stopped blogging but I'm too lazy to recount everything. I mostly spend my days on Tumblr now, haha. :)&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My computer stuffed up like, a week ago. When I turned it on it kept restarting itself and Windows XP wouldn't load. Yup, it's been a week with no computer or net ! You have no idea how hard it is for me to survive without my net. Like omg, I was dying on the first day, LOL. I gotta wait for my cousin to come down and fix it for me, since he lives in the city. I think it's my hard drive that's stuffed up, and thats kind of a good thing too cause I really need a new one anyway. :D Miss my computer and nettttt. :(&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;On a recent note, school holidays started yesterday. Wooo for the 5 and a half week Christmas holidays! I wanna be - no wait, I NEED to be very productive as much as I can these holidays, but at the same time I wanna enjoy them too. :) There's so much work to do, practically holiday homework for every subject .. not to mention assessments as well. &gt;&lt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hmm, didn't do much on the last 3 days of school for the year. Just bludged like crazy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9087740336687655039-2833816617090627860?l=artof-love.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://artof-love.blogspot.com/feeds/2833816617090627860/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9087740336687655039&amp;postID=2833816617090627860&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9087740336687655039/posts/default/2833816617090627860'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9087740336687655039/posts/default/2833816617090627860'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://artof-love.blogspot.com/2009/12/i-havent-blogged-for-so-long.html' title='I haven&apos;t blogged for so long'/><author><name>LISAAA.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10430451975237156408</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-_zFr1_qe7g/SpTNsi0BVEI/AAAAAAAAAD8/rqMjKHb_Nkg/S220/SDC10369.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9087740336687655039.post-1538973001178451352</id><published>2009-11-16T18:43:00.002+11:00</published><updated>2009-12-29T15:39:25.561+11:00</updated><title type='text'>You know I've been to many different places, and I've seen so many pretty faces. but baby no one ever comes close to you</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;♪ JLS - Close To You&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Was meant to post this a while ago but I never did LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gees, I haven't blogged in such a loooong time! I've been too busy with school work, tutor work and all that other crap to have time to blog about everything lately, ever since school started and year 12 kicked in. :( But I'll try to, every now and then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Sunday:&lt;/span&gt; So yesterday I went to my aunty's place cause my cousins were coming down to have lunch .. for no particular reason, I think. Anyways, first off my sister and I went to Canley Heights with my cousin cause she needed to buy some groceries. Then when we got back home, ate lunch. Which was lamb, salad and yabbies. Yummm! I was so stuffed after that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hung out for about 15 minutes then my cousin wanted us to help us wash her car. Then my other cousin wanted us to wash hers too so we did, for $10 LOL. Ooomg, the freaking Rav4 took ages to wash! We took like, an hour or something. After we were done, we washed the other car. Finished around about 5pm or something. It was a good workout, haha. Went home at 6.30pm and had dinner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was so hot today I was dying in the heat at school. Was meant to be like, 40 degrees + today but it went down cause of the overcast yesterday afternoon. Thank goodness! Or else we would've just fried in the heat LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9087740336687655039-1538973001178451352?l=artof-love.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://artof-love.blogspot.com/feeds/1538973001178451352/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9087740336687655039&amp;postID=1538973001178451352&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9087740336687655039/posts/default/1538973001178451352'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9087740336687655039/posts/default/1538973001178451352'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://artof-love.blogspot.com/2009/11/you-know-ive-been-to-many-different.html' title='You know I&apos;ve been to many different places, and I&apos;ve seen so many pretty faces. but baby no one ever comes close to you'/><author><name>LISAAA.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10430451975237156408</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-_zFr1_qe7g/SpTNsi0BVEI/AAAAAAAAAD8/rqMjKHb_Nkg/S220/SDC10369.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9087740336687655039.post-2733404145490197810</id><published>2009-11-14T14:40:00.012+11:00</published><updated>2009-11-14T22:58:42.525+11:00</updated><title type='text'>Official MV's :)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;TaeYang - Wedding Dress ♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/W2GqcTLiWnE&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/W2GqcTLiWnE&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;TaeYang - Where You At&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/U_TTbxZt5cE&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/U_TTbxZt5cE&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Park Bom - You &amp;amp; I&lt;/span&gt; - This is a cute vid! Sad though. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/wqvKzk5AoB8&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/wqvKzk5AoB8&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;F(x) - Chu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/MuNQoHatfQs&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/MuNQoHatfQs&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;U-Kiss - 만만하니 (Man Man Ha Ni)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/VAvW-KK03nQ&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/VAvW-KK03nQ&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;2PM - Heartbeat&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/bKtvDv7eykg&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/bKtvDv7eykg&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&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/9087740336687655039-2733404145490197810?l=artof-love.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://artof-love.blogspot.com/feeds/2733404145490197810/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9087740336687655039&amp;postID=2733404145490197810&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9087740336687655039/posts/default/2733404145490197810'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9087740336687655039/posts/default/2733404145490197810'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://artof-love.blogspot.com/2009/11/official-mvs.html' title='Official MV&apos;s :)'/><author><name>LISAAA.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10430451975237156408</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-_zFr1_qe7g/SpTNsi0BVEI/AAAAAAAAAD8/rqMjKHb_Nkg/S220/SDC10369.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9087740336687655039.post-5542967280927314828</id><published>2009-11-03T19:37:00.002+11:00</published><updated>2009-11-03T19:59:19.185+11:00</updated><title type='text'>Soooo hot today</title><content type='html'>Today was the most hottttttttttest fucking day everrrr! I don't remember the last time it's been this hot. Probably last Summer holidays, maybe? But yeah omg. I was melting, burning, turning blacker and what not, at school. It was cool this morning but when we got out of class for lunch it was soo hot!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm gonna try and blog more, even though I should be doing my work and all that shit LOL. Don't want this blog to die out, &amp;amp; I wanna store the events and memories somewhere, hehe xD. Continue later if I have time, cause I'm gonna go do some work now. :L&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9087740336687655039-5542967280927314828?l=artof-love.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://artof-love.blogspot.com/feeds/5542967280927314828/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9087740336687655039&amp;postID=5542967280927314828&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9087740336687655039/posts/default/5542967280927314828'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9087740336687655039/posts/default/5542967280927314828'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://artof-love.blogspot.com/2009/11/soooo-hot-today.html' title='Soooo hot today'/><author><name>LISAAA.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10430451975237156408</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-_zFr1_qe7g/SpTNsi0BVEI/AAAAAAAAAD8/rqMjKHb_Nkg/S220/SDC10369.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9087740336687655039.post-2854710152544926286</id><published>2009-11-01T13:18:00.002+11:00</published><updated>2009-11-01T13:21:42.161+11:00</updated><title type='text'>dead blog, forreal.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I seriously cbfed blogging anymore. But I will every now and then, for the sake of memories, haha. :D ... Or maybe not. :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/9087740336687655039-2854710152544926286?l=artof-love.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://artof-love.blogspot.com/feeds/2854710152544926286/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9087740336687655039&amp;postID=2854710152544926286&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9087740336687655039/posts/default/2854710152544926286'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9087740336687655039/posts/default/2854710152544926286'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://artof-love.blogspot.com/2009/11/dead-blog-forreal.html' title='dead blog, forreal.'/><author><name>LISAAA.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10430451975237156408</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-_zFr1_qe7g/SpTNsi0BVEI/AAAAAAAAAD8/rqMjKHb_Nkg/S220/SDC10369.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9087740336687655039.post-1853268453430374977</id><published>2009-10-19T19:40:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2009-10-19T19:40:34.398+11:00</updated><title type='text'>Year 12 niggerrrs!</title><content type='html'>I haven't blogged for 2 weeks cause I really can't be bothered to these days. Too lazy. Tumblr instead (Y), haha. Anyways, I had the most shittest 2 week holiday of my entire freaking life LOL. I stayed home most of the time. I only went out with the family. And twice to Stockies with the girls. The time when we went to watch Fame and then again yesterday. We were meant to watch Astroboy yesterday but they needed to buy school stuff, and since there was nothing in BigW, Woolies or Franklins, Cathy's mum took us to Officeworks to get all the stationary.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The boys went to watch Astroboy in Hoyts without us instead. I met up with Christine, Cathy and Vanessa in Franklins and dived into Forever New store, since there were these really nice jeans that I really wanted when I saw them @ Liverpool Westfields the other day, but they didn't have my size. Turns out it was a fail there too. Didn't have my size there eitherrrr. Fucking hell! So disappointing. I'm hoping they restock soon so I can get them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We walked around looking for things for like, 20 minutes at Officeworks. Then we randomly bumped into Maiku, Tai, Paul, Jeff and others. It was kind of awkward at first, rofl. Got our shopping done in 20 minutes then Cathy and her mum dropped Christine, Vanessa and I back at Stockies. Us 3 went to the food court to eat and we all bought an Oporto's bondi burger to pig out on. :) After that, we just sat and talked for a bit then decided to head outside and wait for our parents to pick us up and go home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, it was the first day back at school today as we were on holidays for 2 weeks. We started at 10.30am but I just came to school at normal time. Hung out at the basketball court and watched the guys play. They played for almost 2 hours, those junkies! Walked to Greenies since Christine was hungry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At about 9.30am, Vyvian, Christine and I decided to go for a walk and go to Cathy's house to wake her up &amp;amp; walk her to school. ;D As we were walking, Christine kept wanting to go back but we were already near her house. Decided to call Cathy and wake her if she wasn't awake yet, but she didn't pick up. When we got there, we saw her brother's car and rang the doorbell but no one answered, so we were like err okay .. strange. Gave up and walked back to school. No one saw her at  school all day so we were all wondering where she was, full getting worried and stuff :X. Then Cathy ended up waking up at 2pm and didn't even get to sign out &amp;amp; get the clearance sheet done and everything. Poor thing. :S&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We got our clearance sheets stamped but for Chemistry ooomg. Apparently we had to pay $4 to the office for some Chemistry quiz that we did last term, but I didn't even know we had to pay for it cause none of the teachers said anything. So Sophie and I went to the office to pay but the office lady said we didn't need to pay for it, so she just stamped it. Went back to return our Chem textbook and get our stamps but freaking teacher kept saying we needed to pay. So we ended up going up and down all around everywhereee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of the office ladies gave me a note to give to the teacher saying that we didn't need to pay because the office didn't even know we had to pay and they didn't have the bill or whatever telling them that we needed to pay for some competition. Since Ms Pham was already in the office, I gave her the note and her and the really nice office manager got into a massive argument about it. The office lady said we didn't need to pay, then Ms Pham turns around and tells us we'll get stamped off but we still need to pay. Then she gave up and walked off. The office lady was like, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Gees, all that just to make you guys pay $4?! Life's too short." &lt;/span&gt;She's really nice. :D I swear, full cheap Asian man LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We finally were able to get stamped off and return our textbooks then handed the clearance sheet in. Vyvian texted me and said her and Christine were at Greenies so Sophie &amp;amp; I walked there. Slushies were disguisting &gt;&lt;. Had a year meeting at period 5 then when that ended, Christine, Vanessa, Sophie, Daniel, Henry, Arthur, Simon and I walked to Bonnyrigg Plaza. They all went to look for books, and since Christine &amp;amp; I didn't need to buy anything we pigged out on hot chips with gravy instead. LOL fat cunts for sure xD.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Left at 2.50pm with Vanessa and as we were walking, there was this woman in the car that made a noise/laugh that sounded like a witch to me LOL. I was like, wtf ... :L. Then afterwards there was this man driving going "oooof oooof" like wtf is that, what a retard lmao. Vanessa thought it was music so she was like &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"What crap music"&lt;/span&gt;, and I was like .. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Err, wasn't it the man?" &lt;/span&gt;roflll. Said bye to her since we were gonna walk our separate ways since I needed to pick up my sister. My feet were dyinggggg while I was walking home, my soles were so sore. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Offically Year 12s man! The thought of HSC and how this is going to be our last year of high school scares meeee. I'm not ready for the real world yet! We have to make the most of our last year.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9087740336687655039-1853268453430374977?l=artof-love.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://artof-love.blogspot.com/feeds/1853268453430374977/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9087740336687655039&amp;postID=1853268453430374977&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9087740336687655039/posts/default/1853268453430374977'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9087740336687655039/posts/default/1853268453430374977'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://artof-love.blogspot.com/2009/10/year-12-niggerrrs.html' title='Year 12 niggerrrs!'/><author><name>LISAAA.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10430451975237156408</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-_zFr1_qe7g/SpTNsi0BVEI/AAAAAAAAAD8/rqMjKHb_Nkg/S220/SDC10369.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9087740336687655039.post-6844084588448241100</id><published>2009-10-09T15:41:00.006+11:00</published><updated>2009-10-10T17:07:55.493+11:00</updated><title type='text'>You're moving too fast, let me take a hold of the wheel so you don't crash, believe in yourself like I believe in you, and I won't let you crash</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;♪ One Call - Crash&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;1. My middle name is:&lt;/span&gt; Kim Yen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt;2. I was born on:&lt;/span&gt; 22nd April 1993.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt;3. I am really:&lt;/span&gt; Bored.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt;4. My cell phone company is:&lt;/span&gt; Sony Ericsson.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt;5. My eye color is:&lt;/span&gt; Dark brown.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt;6. My shoe size is:&lt;/span&gt; 5 or 6ish.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt; 7. My ring size is:&lt;/span&gt; Small?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt;8. My height is:&lt;/span&gt; 155cm or something around there? Maybe slightly shorter, or taller hopefully. :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt;9. I am allergic to:&lt;/span&gt; Bullshit. ;D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt;10. I was born in:&lt;/span&gt; Australia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt;11. I live in:&lt;/span&gt; St Johns Park.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt;12. The last book I read:&lt;/span&gt; Empire of the Sun for English.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt;13. My bed is:&lt;/span&gt; Comfy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt;14. I am glad I'm my gender because:&lt;/span&gt; Boys are dickheads.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt;15. My favorite holiday is:&lt;/span&gt; Summer holidays!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt;16. The last three CD's I bought are:&lt;/span&gt; I don't know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt;17. Last song that made me cry was:&lt;/span&gt; Can't remember.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt;18. What did you do last night?:&lt;/span&gt; Net.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt;19. Love at first sight?&lt;/span&gt; Nope.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt;20. Luck?&lt;/span&gt; Yeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt;21. Fate?&lt;/span&gt; Kinda.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt;22. God?&lt;/span&gt; Nah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt;23. Ghosts?&lt;/span&gt; Sort of.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt;24. Horoscopes?&lt;/span&gt; Not really.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt;25. Soulmates?&lt;/span&gt; Yes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt;26. Hugs or Kisses?&lt;/span&gt; Both! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt;27. Drunk or High?&lt;/span&gt; High.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt;28. Phone or Online:&lt;/span&gt; I don't mind. I'm mostly online though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt;29. Red heads or Black hair:&lt;/span&gt; Black.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt;30. Blondes or Brunettes:&lt;/span&gt; Brunettes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt;31. Hot or cold:&lt;/span&gt; I like it when the sun's out?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt;32. Summer or winter:&lt;/span&gt; Summer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt;33. Chocolate or vanilla:&lt;/span&gt; Chocolate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt;34. Night or Day:&lt;/span&gt; Any.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt;35. Oranges or Apples:&lt;/span&gt; Apples.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt;36. Curly or Straight hair:&lt;/span&gt; Straight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt;37. Backstabbers:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; Can go die and stop talking shit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt;38. Parent(s): &lt;/span&gt;What about them?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt;39. Seen someone I hadn't seen in a while:&lt;/span&gt; Like, last month or something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt;40. Last time you cried in front of someone:&lt;/span&gt; Don't remember.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt;41. Who makes you laugh the most:&lt;/span&gt; Everyone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt;42. The last movie I saw:&lt;/span&gt; Fameeee! Cody Longo &amp;amp; Asher Book anyone?! Heheee. ♥&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt;43. The thing I don't understand is:&lt;/span&gt; Boys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;44. The most unsatisfactory answer I've ever received is:&lt;/span&gt; No.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt;45. This summer I am:&lt;/span&gt; I will be skinner! I hopeee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt;46. Something I will really miss when I leave home is:&lt;/span&gt; Mum's cooking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt;47. The thing that I'm looking forward to the most:&lt;/span&gt; Finishing HSC.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt;48. The thing that I'm not looking forward to is:&lt;/span&gt; School &amp;amp; HSC &amp;amp; graduating. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt;49. Tomorrow:&lt;/span&gt; 10th October 2009.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt;50. Today:&lt;/span&gt; 9th October 2009.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt;51. Next Summer:&lt;/span&gt; No idea?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt;52. Next Week:&lt;/span&gt; Last week of holidays. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt;53. People call me:&lt;/span&gt; Lisa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt;54. The person who knows the most about me is:&lt;/span&gt; My girls (CJLSV) + Andrew and Jackie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt;55. The person that can read me the best is:&lt;/span&gt; My girls again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt;56. The most difficult thing to do is:&lt;/span&gt; Letting go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt;57. I have gotten a speeding ticket:&lt;/span&gt; I'm on my L's but I haven't driven yet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt;58. My zodiac sign is:&lt;/span&gt; Taurus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt;59. First time you had a crush:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Year 3 or 4.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt;60. The one person who can't hide things from me:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; My girls, Jackie &amp;amp; Andrew. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt;61. Right now I am talking to:&lt;/span&gt; Christine &amp;amp; Sophie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt;62. What is your dream job?:&lt;/span&gt; I don't have one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt;63. First job?:&lt;/span&gt; Don't have one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt;64. I have/will get a job at:&lt;/span&gt; I don't know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt;65. I have these pets:&lt;/span&gt; Fish.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt;66. I hope:&lt;/span&gt; For things I can't have or impossible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;67. The worst sound in the world:&lt;/span&gt; LOL wtf, I don't know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt;68. The person that makes me cry the most is:&lt;/span&gt; Lennie.. &gt;.&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt;69. Florida or Hawaii:&lt;/span&gt; Florida.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt;70. My favorite sport is:&lt;/span&gt; Don't have one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt;71. Last time I cried:&lt;/span&gt; A few weeks ago, randomly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt;72. My friends are:&lt;/span&gt; My worldddddd &amp;amp; happiness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt;73. My computer is:&lt;/span&gt; Shit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt;74. The school I go to is:&lt;/span&gt; SJPHS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt;75. Last person I got mad at:&lt;/span&gt; Mum.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt;76. My worst drinking experience was:&lt;/span&gt; Never had one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt;77. The all-time best movie:&lt;/span&gt; Hmm, can't decide.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt;78. The all-time best thing in the world is:&lt;/span&gt; Happiness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt;79. The most annoying person you know:&lt;/span&gt; LOL ;D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt;80. I lose all respect for people who:&lt;/span&gt; Lie, cheat whatever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt;81. The movies I have cried at are:&lt;/span&gt; Dramas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt;82. Closest friends:&lt;/span&gt; In no particular order, just alphabetical - Cathy, Christine, Jenn, Leanne, Sophie, Vyvian, Andrew, Jackie. Am I missing anyone? LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt;83. Favorite web site:&lt;/span&gt; Facebook, Twitter, Tumblr.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt;84. I want to be:&lt;/span&gt; Lol, pharmacist? That's the only career I have in mind so far.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt;85. The worst pain I was ever in was:&lt;/span&gt; Stomach cramps. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt;86. My favorite phrase:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="about-text"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"I make mistakes. I am out of control and at times hard to handle. But if you can't handle me at my worst, then you sure as hell don't deserve me at my best".&lt;/span&gt; - Marilyn Monroe&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt;87. My room is:&lt;/span&gt; Kinda small.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt;88. My favorite celebrity is:&lt;/span&gt; LOLOL, I have lotsss. Refer to Lover List on profile. They're not all guys though. :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt;89. What turns me on is:&lt;/span&gt; LOL? Wtf.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt;90. Favorite food:&lt;/span&gt; I love food. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;91. One thing that makes me feel great is:&lt;/span&gt; Being happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt;92. I filled out 200 questions because:&lt;/span&gt; Where did the 200 come from? There's only 92 questions..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9087740336687655039-6844084588448241100?l=artof-love.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://artof-love.blogspot.com/feeds/6844084588448241100/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9087740336687655039&amp;postID=6844084588448241100&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9087740336687655039/posts/default/6844084588448241100'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9087740336687655039/posts/default/6844084588448241100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://artof-love.blogspot.com/2009/10/youre-moving-too-fast-let-me-take-hold.html' title='You&apos;re moving too fast, let me take a hold of the wheel so you don&apos;t crash, believe in yourself like I believe in you, and I won&apos;t let you crash'/><author><name>LISAAA.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10430451975237156408</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-_zFr1_qe7g/SpTNsi0BVEI/AAAAAAAAAD8/rqMjKHb_Nkg/S220/SDC10369.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9087740336687655039.post-1535068126989878374</id><published>2009-10-06T20:46:00.006+11:00</published><updated>2009-10-09T14:20:37.484+11:00</updated><title type='text'>FAME! ♥</title><content type='html'>My mum woke me up at 8.30am this morning, so I could get ready and go for my L's test that I booked online the night before. My dad let me use his credit card to pay for it, since you had to pay online beforehand, haha. :) So yeah, I got out of bed to go get ready and everything then we headed off to Fairfield RTA at around 9.30am. It's about bloody time I went for my L's right? Lagged it for about 6 months, LOL. Anyway, we got there at about 10am-ish. I booked my test for 10.30am but turns out I got to do it earlier.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yeah, had to sign and do the eye test and everything then sat down to do the test. Finished in like, 10-15 minutes. Thank goodness I got the easy questions. :D Passed with full marks, wooo! After that, I had to sit there for like, 5 minutes until someone came up to me. Got my picture taken for my licence and sat there for a few minutes to wait for it. The picture looked alright, I guess. Then my dad and I went to pick up my mum and sister at Neeta City since they couldn't be bothered walking to us, lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to Target in Liverpool Westfields to return the glass cups that my mum bought and also get a refund because one of them were chipped and we didn't notice ==. Yeap, we went there just for that, then headed back home after. When I got home I ate some of the spaghetti that my mum made and got ready to go out and watch Fameeee. :D Vanessa picked me up at about 11.40am then we headed to Stockies, Hoyts. I honestly had no idea who was going besides Christine, Cathy and Leanne. Turns out the only people that turned up were them 3, Vanessa, Henry, Darleen, Victor and I.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bought our tickets and as we were walking up the stairs, we realised that Merry was working. Didn't even know she worked there. I was sooo excited to watch the movie man, haha. Was waiting for Cody Longo to pop up on the screen, and everytime he did I'd have a huge grin on my face and start squealing my head off LMAO. One of his lines in the movie was, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Why don't you want me? Every other girl would die to be with me."&lt;/span&gt; - and I was thinking, OOOOMG, HELL YEAAHHHHHHH. He's soo hottttttt, like fuck. ;DDDDD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anywhos, when the movie ended we walked out and stood outside other cinemas to see if there was anything good on so we could sneak in, but since there wasn't we just left and went to the food court to eat instead. Went home at 4ish, after everyone ate. I didn't eat dinner cause I was so full from the late lunch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I liked the movie! Especially Cody Longo and Asher Book, my new loverrrrr. :) I was looking him up a few hours ago and then I found this hotass good looking picture of him that just made me soooo totally fall in looooove. I had no fucking idea that he was in this band that I listened to, called V-Factory. So yeah, like I said before, one of my new lovers. He's so fucking sexy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://s683.photobucket.com/albums/vv196/love-lisaa/?action=view&amp;amp;current=CodyLongo.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 304px; height: 467px;" src="http://i683.photobucket.com/albums/vv196/love-lisaa/CodyLongo.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:courier new;" &gt;Cody Longo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s683.photobucket.com/albums/vv196/love-lisaa/?action=view&amp;amp;current=AsherBook.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 311px; height: 446px;" src="http://i683.photobucket.com/albums/vv196/love-lisaa/AsherBook.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:courier new;" &gt;Asher Book&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:georgia;font-size:180%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;SO HOTTTT. LOVEEEEEEEEE.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:georgia;font-size:180%;"  &gt; ♥♥♥♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9087740336687655039-1535068126989878374?l=artof-love.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://artof-love.blogspot.com/feeds/1535068126989878374/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9087740336687655039&amp;postID=1535068126989878374&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9087740336687655039/posts/default/1535068126989878374'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9087740336687655039/posts/default/1535068126989878374'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://artof-love.blogspot.com/2009/10/fame.html' title='FAME! ♥'/><author><name>LISAAA.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10430451975237156408</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-_zFr1_qe7g/SpTNsi0BVEI/AAAAAAAAAD8/rqMjKHb_Nkg/S220/SDC10369.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9087740336687655039.post-3005591010223703415</id><published>2009-10-04T22:32:00.002+11:00</published><updated>2009-10-04T22:45:26.035+11:00</updated><title type='text'>Sometimes I think about the times we shared, when it was you and I, so do you ever wonder what if , what if</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;♪ Frankie J - What If&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Damn daylight savings, had to put the clock an hour forward, which meant that I had to get up earlier for tutor. :( Woke up at 10.30am and went to change, eat, brush my teeth and all that other business. My dad drove me to tutor at 11.50am since I started at 12pm. Tutor was alright I guess. I don't really mind it. We continued on integration, lols. The next thing you know, it was time for me to go, so we stopped working and I packed up. Waited for my dad to come pick me up at 2pm and headed home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's such shit weather today. And it's going to be shit for the rest of the week. Hopefully the weather changes and we'll see the sun real soon, cause I wanna go out in the holidays man! Not just stay stuck at home cause it's been raining for the whole day. Farrroutttt. Fingers crossed the weather isn't what it's going to be, rainy, gloomy, wet, depressing. &gt;&lt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anywhos, I hopped on net until 4pm. Then the family went over to my aunty's house since we were having dinner there. Duck noodles. Watched the NRL Grand Final where it was Parramatta Eels vs. Melbourne Storms. Jarryd Hayne anyone?! Teheheeee ;D. But yeah, Eels lost. :( The score was 23-16. They made a good comeback towards the end though, I must admit. Oh well, better luck next year hopefully! At least I got to check him out. :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the game, I stayed on MSN. Then we decided to head home at 7.30pm since everyone else was leaving. And now I'm here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9087740336687655039-3005591010223703415?l=artof-love.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://artof-love.blogspot.com/feeds/3005591010223703415/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9087740336687655039&amp;postID=3005591010223703415&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9087740336687655039/posts/default/3005591010223703415'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9087740336687655039/posts/default/3005591010223703415'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://artof-love.blogspot.com/2009/10/what-if-what-if-you-were-still-standing.html' title='Sometimes I think about the times we shared, when it was you and I, so do you ever wonder what if , what if'/><author><name>LISAAA.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10430451975237156408</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-_zFr1_qe7g/SpTNsi0BVEI/AAAAAAAAAD8/rqMjKHb_Nkg/S220/SDC10369.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9087740336687655039.post-2229678355304437556</id><published>2009-10-03T13:42:00.003+10:00</published><updated>2009-10-03T22:12:32.604+10:00</updated><title type='text'>WHAT A WASTE OF TIME</title><content type='html'>Man, my sister came barging into my room at 9am and woke me up cause we were gonna go shop for her school shoes. Well, my mum asked if I wanted to go, so I was contemplating on whether to head out with the family or not. Just in case we were gonna go do some shopping, I decided to get changed and go with them. I seriously wanna go shopping sooo badly right now. In need of some shopping therapy, and I have shopping craves ;D.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Headed off to some shoe factory at Warwick Farm and my sister bought her shoes. After that, my mum said it was too early and she wanted to shop somewhere but my dad was complaining so we didn't end up going anywhere T___T. Went to get some bbq pork at Cabramatta and headed back home to eat. I was hungry cause I didn't have anything for breakfast. Far out, I could've stayed home and slept during the time we were out. I wanted to go shopping! :( That was the only reason I decided to go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I'm home alone. My sister went tutor and my parents went somewhere. Sitting here doing my damn tutor homework that's due tomorrow. I have like, 3 exercises to do! :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had KFC for dinner. So fattening, but I can't help it when I have cravings for it. :S It's so bad, lol. On top of that, I had a chocolate Cornetto Krusher. I swear it felt like I was gonna explode after I finished it. Was sooo full.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://whi.s3.prod.lg1x8.simplecdn.net/images/797337/tumblr_kqmqokUxf71qzb62no1_500_large_large.jpg?1254570798"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 414px; height: 414px;" src="http://whi.s3.prod.lg1x8.simplecdn.net/images/797337/tumblr_kqmqokUxf71qzb62no1_500_large_large.jpg?1254570798" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Awww, how freakin' cute is that ?! They are so hot.&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/9087740336687655039-2229678355304437556?l=artof-love.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://artof-love.blogspot.com/feeds/2229678355304437556/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9087740336687655039&amp;postID=2229678355304437556&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9087740336687655039/posts/default/2229678355304437556'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9087740336687655039/posts/default/2229678355304437556'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://artof-love.blogspot.com/2009/10/what-waste-of-time.html' title='WHAT A WASTE OF TIME'/><author><name>LISAAA.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10430451975237156408</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-_zFr1_qe7g/SpTNsi0BVEI/AAAAAAAAAD8/rqMjKHb_Nkg/S220/SDC10369.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9087740336687655039.post-3695199373992096217</id><published>2009-09-30T14:40:00.002+10:00</published><updated>2009-09-30T15:01:54.077+10:00</updated><title type='text'>I'M BACK YOOOO!</title><content type='html'>Okay so, turns out my last exam was today, Maths. I was meant to have this whole last week off but Maths got postponed cause of the commemoration memorial thing. Some questions were quite hard, I didn't know how to do it so I just started on it and went to the next question, so it looked like I actually did something LOL. But overall, I think I did alright, I hope.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nothing has been happening lately, except some hardcore study and cramming shit in a few days or a day before the exams. Hooooray for no exams! I feel so relaxed now. But I can't update on any of my tv shows cause I have no god damn space on my hard drive to download things. :( Also, today is officially the last day of Year 11! After holidays it's gonna be year 12, which is more stressing. Next thing you know, we'll be graduating reeeeeeal soon! This year has gone by incredibly fast.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Other than the stress and crazy study for the past 2 weeks, I don't remember anything that's been happening since the last time I blogged .. other than bludging for a couple of days till the Maths exam, haha. It's been a while. I went to my aunty's place for another family gathering feast on Sunday. Didn't do much. My cousins were too lazy to go Moon Festival so I only went with one of my cousins &amp;amp; my sister. It was soo cold and windy that day. Walked around for a bit then my cousin went grocery shopping and we went back home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gonna clean up my room now. There's things all over the place cause I haven't cleaned up anything since the exams started, lmaos. After that, gonna look for another blogskin cause I'm getting sick of it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9087740336687655039-3695199373992096217?l=artof-love.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://artof-love.blogspot.com/feeds/3695199373992096217/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9087740336687655039&amp;postID=3695199373992096217&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9087740336687655039/posts/default/3695199373992096217'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9087740336687655039/posts/default/3695199373992096217'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://artof-love.blogspot.com/2009/09/im-back-yoooo.html' title='I&apos;M BACK YOOOO!'/><author><name>LISAAA.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10430451975237156408</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-_zFr1_qe7g/SpTNsi0BVEI/AAAAAAAAAD8/rqMjKHb_Nkg/S220/SDC10369.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9087740336687655039.post-2199530371668453988</id><published>2009-09-17T17:11:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2009-09-17T17:12:54.036+10:00</updated><title type='text'>GOODBYE BLOG, SEE YOU NEXT WEEK</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Yeah, Prelims started today. English for 2 and a half hours. Fucking gg. I think I failed, which is not surprising. :X&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Won't be blogging until exams are over. Last exam is next Thursday, Physics.&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/9087740336687655039-2199530371668453988?l=artof-love.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://artof-love.blogspot.com/feeds/2199530371668453988/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9087740336687655039&amp;postID=2199530371668453988&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9087740336687655039/posts/default/2199530371668453988'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9087740336687655039/posts/default/2199530371668453988'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://artof-love.blogspot.com/2009/09/goodbye-blog-see-you-next-week.html' title='GOODBYE BLOG, SEE YOU NEXT WEEK'/><author><name>LISAAA.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10430451975237156408</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-_zFr1_qe7g/SpTNsi0BVEI/AAAAAAAAAD8/rqMjKHb_Nkg/S220/SDC10369.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9087740336687655039.post-3265237669856439952</id><published>2009-09-08T21:44:00.006+10:00</published><updated>2009-09-08T21:51:52.059+10:00</updated><title type='text'>EW, PRELIMS SOON</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Ancient History: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;We copied out a small paragraph on the overhead and then had a free period to catch up on our work and get our book organised for revision next lesson.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Double split English: &lt;/span&gt;Bludged the first period of the double. Scabbed some food off Jackie and Gorden. I swear all their table does every English period is eat eat eat. The teacher wrote down some notes to copy as revision for our exams after assembly.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Assembly: &lt;/span&gt;Watched some motivational media shit that took up 3 slides. It was about rebounds. When I walked into assembly, Christine pointed out some particular person and I full went nuts. Started squealing and shaking the chairs in front of me LOL. Amy turned around like, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Lisa, you alright there? A bit excited."&lt;/span&gt; rofls. Couldn't help it. He hasn't been on assembly for aaaages. The movie thing went on for the whole assembly. I got so sleepy at one point.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Chemistry: &lt;/span&gt;I was standing outside for like 5 minutes finishing off my icecream while everyone else was in class. Mariam had my Smiggle ruler after all! :D Xue and Victor needed paper since they didn't bring their Chemistry book, and since Jackie's book was so thin you'd rip the peice of paper if you didn't use scissors to cut it. So they took a while to get paper cause they kept ripping it, lmao.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The whole class was so noisy sir got pissed off and made us all stand up. He started telling us off and while he was doing so, Mr Debrincat walked in full making a joke out of all the crap our teacher was saying to us LOL. Hilarious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Physics: &lt;/span&gt;Debrincat repeated the radiation experiment again. We had to write down stuff while he dictated to us. Victor and Jackie were full bitching about me, jokingly LOL. Assholes. :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;Jackie:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Man, the results are all over the place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Victor:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Yeah I reckon. It's all Lisa's fault.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*I turned around to listen to their conversation about me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;Jackie:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; I know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153); font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;Victor:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Let's knock her. Get Xue and Jason to help as well. Actually, we don't need them, we can knock her ourselves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;Jackie:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; I'll get the ball and chuck it at her face.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;ROOOOFL. Gosh. Sif you guys would ever dare do that to me. ;D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Oh yeah, forgot to mention in my previous post. I got my Preliminary exam timetable yesterday during the middle of Business Studies. They start next Thursday. Nooo! :( Need to get organised and shit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vyvian, my sister and I walked home today. She came over cause her parents weren't gonna be home and didn't give her the house keys. She said she'd only stay at my house for a bit but it turned out she didn't get to leave until 5pm, lmaos. :X After she left, I ate dinner which was rice and chicken. Then went to shower.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Thursday 17/09/09:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;English&lt;/span&gt; - &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Start time:&lt;/span&gt; 9.00am.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Friday 18/09/09:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;Ancient History&lt;/span&gt; - &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Start time:&lt;/span&gt; 9.00am.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Monday 21/09/09:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;Mathematics 2u&lt;/span&gt; - &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Start time&lt;/span&gt;: 9.00am.&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Tuesday 22/09/09:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;Business Studies&lt;/span&gt; - &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Start time:&lt;/span&gt; 9.00am.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;Chemistry&lt;/span&gt; - &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Start time:&lt;/span&gt; 12.45pm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Thursday 24/09/09:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;Physics&lt;/span&gt; - &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Start time:&lt;/span&gt; 9.00am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;All my exams start early in the morning. Except Tuesday is a gg day. Business Studies AND Chemistry. :( Got like, 2 days off between all my exams, plus weekends. After I've done everything, I have an extra week off. So an extra week of holidays for me! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and one more thing, why are my posts always so incredibly long?! Lols, I feel sorry for whoever reads all my posts :L.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9087740336687655039-3265237669856439952?l=artof-love.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://artof-love.blogspot.com/feeds/3265237669856439952/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9087740336687655039&amp;postID=3265237669856439952&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9087740336687655039/posts/default/3265237669856439952'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9087740336687655039/posts/default/3265237669856439952'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://artof-love.blogspot.com/2009/09/ew-prelims-soon.html' title='EW, PRELIMS SOON'/><author><name>LISAAA.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10430451975237156408</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-_zFr1_qe7g/SpTNsi0BVEI/AAAAAAAAAD8/rqMjKHb_Nkg/S220/SDC10369.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9087740336687655039.post-3387778896839929591</id><published>2009-09-07T20:23:00.007+10:00</published><updated>2009-10-02T12:30:26.889+10:00</updated><title type='text'>You make it hard to breathe, and every time I'm about to let you go, can't say it cause I start to choke, stuck in your second hand smoke</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;♪ Lil Eddie - Second Hand Smoke&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Don't you just absolutely love the weather these days? Sunny then dark and gloomy then rain then thunderstorms. It's just great. Looked like it was gonna rain this morning, then it got sunny during the day and started raining while the sun was out in the afternoon. Geeees!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, didn't do much today. I had the Ancient History essay that I totally forgot about yesterday until last night. But other than that, that was pretty much it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Physics: &lt;/span&gt;Mr Debrincat did some radiation experiment with the geigercounter thing. We just sat there recording the results down. I didn't have a sheet though cause I was absent on the day he handed it out, so I memorised my Ancient History stuff for next period. There was so much stuff to remember. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Ancient History: &lt;/span&gt;Did the essay for the whole period. The question was pretty easy, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Describe the city of Rome." &lt;/span&gt;Forgot what the last bit of the question was but yeah. Farrrrrr out man! Teachers told us to know our stuff on the buildings of Rome and ONLY buildings, but when we got the question it was everything about Rome ==. I kept blanking out every now and then, just sitting there trying to remember my shit. Didn't write much, only a page and a bit. :S&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Recess: &lt;/span&gt;Christine was hungry so I went to the canteen with her. Walked back in the sprinkling rain. Just talked with the girls &amp;amp; Jackie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;English: &lt;/span&gt;Some people didn't finish their speeches yet, and Miss Mitchell was lagging to come to our class and mark the remaining people. So Miss Deveny told me to go find her and ask if we were swapping. At some point, Henry was like &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Sean! Go with her!" &lt;/span&gt;LOL freaking asshole :L. Sophie and I went to find Miss Mitchell in one of the upstairs classrooms in E block. Guess who we saw?!?! Yeap, no other than Mr Phull. Tehee. ;D Doud was talking to him and when I walked past they both said hi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Found the classroom and then I asked if she was coming to mark our class. She was like &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Yeah just give me a few minutes, I'm giving my class something to do. Tell Miss Deveny to walk, then we'll meet halfway and swap." &lt;/span&gt;We walked back to class and saw our teacher on the way. I told her what Miss Mitchell told me so say but she didn't get it and just told us to go back to class LOL. She's cute.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Listened to Sean, Henry, Melissa, Thomas, Sandy and David Dao present their speeches. Vanessa and I were like, wtf at David's content. Didn't even make sense or flow LOL. Had no idea wtf he was going on about. Oh well. Apparently the teacher didn't even mark any of our speeches yet, only made notes on us. Everyone's gotten their mark back except us, full lag. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Maths: &lt;/span&gt;Continued to catch up on my calculus exercises for the whole period while the teacher was explaining the next exercise on the board.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Lunch: &lt;/span&gt;Jackie and I walked to the canteen and saw the others there. Got Thomas to buy my food for me. Thanks :). Then the girls, Jackie and I just sat at the benches, our usual spot if it's not raining. Just ate and talked. The full bell rang and we were full lost cause everyone was starting to walk to class. It really didn't seem like it was the end of lunch, I didn't even hear half bell ring. Sat there for a few minutes then Miss Martin made us go to class, lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jackie needed to get his ball so him, Allison, Jacinta, Tritin and I went to go get his basketball off whoever had it. Yes we needed 5 people to go get one ball okay. :P Came late for Business Studies and sir was annoyed that we always come late.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Business Studies: &lt;/span&gt;Copied out stuff from the textbook for the double period. In the middle of the lesson, Mrs Drury got Anna to send our teacher a note. Love note for sure xD. Nah, it said something about stop kicking the wall or some shit LOL. At the end of the double when we all packed up and waited for the bell, Mr Maharaj chucked a mini rage cause people were so loud and everything. Full locked us in and wouldn't let us out ==.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dad was meant to pick me and my sister up after school. But he was late so we had to wait for like, 10 minutes. I tried calling him but I found out he left his phone at home, rofl. I need credit man! Only have 23 cents left. :( No idea wtf I waste it on. Pointless text messages or something cause I get bored.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9087740336687655039-3387778896839929591?l=artof-love.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://artof-love.blogspot.com/feeds/3387778896839929591/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9087740336687655039&amp;postID=3387778896839929591&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9087740336687655039/posts/default/3387778896839929591'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9087740336687655039/posts/default/3387778896839929591'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://artof-love.blogspot.com/2009/09/you-make-it-hard-to-breathe-and-every.html' title='You make it hard to breathe, and every time I&apos;m about to let you go, can&apos;t say it cause I start to choke, stuck in your second hand smoke'/><author><name>LISAAA.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10430451975237156408</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-_zFr1_qe7g/SpTNsi0BVEI/AAAAAAAAAD8/rqMjKHb_Nkg/S220/SDC10369.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9087740336687655039.post-510198366975421605</id><published>2009-09-06T21:26:00.005+10:00</published><updated>2009-09-07T17:36:34.961+10:00</updated><title type='text'>QUALITY TIME WITH THE COUSINS</title><content type='html'>I woke up at 9am again. Went to shower, which took 30 minutes as per usual and get ready for tutor at 10am. Then I cooked instant noodles to eat as my breakfast LOL. Not healthy at all. Brushed my teeth and everything, then my dad drove me to tutor. My tutor wasn't even awake yet when I came over. Not very professional at all, I say. :P His brother opened the door for me and went to get him. Waited for like, 5 minutes until he was done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We didn't do Physics today, did Maths for 3 hours LOL. He wasn't functioning properly cause he just woke up, and the module was all theory so we really couldn't be bothered, haha. It was alright, I guess. Finished at 1pm and went to my aunty's house for a family barbeque/Father's Day thing. Had lamb and steak, and baked potato for lunch. Mmm, that was so good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My cousin decided to wash her car since it was really dirty and I offered to help. So my cousin, sister and I went to get all the stuff to wash the car with. I washed the side of the car while my cousin rinsed it and my sister cleaned the tyres. Then we swapped roles. After we were done, my dad wanted his car washed too so we were like yeah okay. Washed his car as well and went through the same process. Took us about an hour, we finished at 4pm. It was fun but tiring at the same time. Didn't have to feel guilty after all the food we ate cause it was a great workout LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went inside to eat cakes that my cousin baked afterwards. Then I was sitting on the couch talking to my other cousin and went through his bag to see what he had in there. Found a whole heap of rubbish. Full of receipts and shit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102); font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Wtf, there's so much rubbish in your bag.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Gregii:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Yeah, I don't litter. I just chuck everything in my bag. Don't get a chance to empty it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;Me:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I'll empty it for you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Takes everything out of the bag - starts searching for rubbish &amp;amp; chucks it in the bin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;Gregii:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I have something to tell you. Actually, I'll tell you after you empty it cause you'll probably stop once I tell you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;Me:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Okay, I'm done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;Gregii:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I've worn the socks to work for a few days inside and out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;Me:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Oh gross! ....Yeah, whatever. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;Ngaaaw, I'm such a nice cousin. ;D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to watch tv in the living room with him later. There was nothing on so we ended up watching channel 10 news. How great, LOL. They were talking about police and tasers. Then some politician checking it out. I was like, &lt;span&gt;"I'd laugh if he got shocked." &lt;/span&gt;Then my cousin was like, &lt;span&gt;"LOL yeah, that's be so funny actually." &lt;/span&gt;Rofl, I'm such a bitch. :P I don't actually mind having older cousins and no younger cousins. They're cool (H). Little kids would probably be annoying anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ate dinner at 6pm. I was still full from lunch so I just had the remaining baked potato with cheese and bacon from lunch. Yummo! My cousins left at 7pm. Watched Australian Idol since there was nothing else to do and everyone went home at 7.30pm. Wasn't that bad today, spent some time with my cousins. It was alright.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I totally forgot that we had the freaking Ancient History essay thing tomorrow! Luckily, Henry sent me the notes he made. I need to elaborate on them cause they're really brief. But yeah, thanks Henry!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9087740336687655039-510198366975421605?l=artof-love.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://artof-love.blogspot.com/feeds/510198366975421605/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9087740336687655039&amp;postID=510198366975421605&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9087740336687655039/posts/default/510198366975421605'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9087740336687655039/posts/default/510198366975421605'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://artof-love.blogspot.com/2009/09/quality-bonding-time-with-cousins.html' title='QUALITY TIME WITH THE COUSINS'/><author><name>LISAAA.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10430451975237156408</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-_zFr1_qe7g/SpTNsi0BVEI/AAAAAAAAAD8/rqMjKHb_Nkg/S220/SDC10369.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9087740336687655039.post-7654225933563120650</id><published>2009-09-05T23:24:00.002+10:00</published><updated>2009-10-02T12:30:39.592+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Nothing is as good as it use to be, cause only you can come and take away the hurt and pain, and even though it had to end i'll do it again</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: courier new;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;♪ Jessica Mauboy - Do It Again&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm so tireddddddd. I woke up at 9am this morning, that's considered early for me since I tend to wake up at 11am on a Saturday. Had a small family gathering this morning at my house, so that's what woke me up. Everyone was talking so loudly I couldn't sleep properly. My mum made rice rolls before my uncles took my uncle from Vietnam out to the city.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After I ate, watched a bit of tv. There was some kids movie on, lol. Decided to finish off my Maths tutor homework that I started last night, which took longer than I expected. So much working out and substitution shiz. I don't really mind Calculus though. :) It was rather annoying since I didn't have my fucking calculator with me. Had to use the crappy computer calculator which was so gg LOL. Couldn't do jackshit man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went over to my aunty's place at 1pm cause we decided to go shopping at Liverpool Westfields and the markets. It was so freaking packed, probably cause people were buying Father's Day gifts, lmao. Went around for 2 hours. I didn't get to do much shopping for myself since I had to follow my mum and aunties ==. I asked my mum if I could go off and shop and meet them when I was done but nooo, she didn't let me. Not like I'll get lost around Westfields or something man. Bleh. All I got was a pair of flats for $50. Better than nothing, I guess. But I wanna do some actual shopping! Haven't been in ages.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Left at like, 3pm and went to Liverpool markets. All we did there was purchase fruits and then go home, which took like 40 minutes to do :| LOL. It was like I was just there to carry all the shit they bought. Although I did see some hot guy there. Teheee! ;D I was quite hungry since the only thing I ate was rice rolls early in the morning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Got back home and continued with my Maths homework, finished at like 10pm. Like omfg, had like 5 exercises to do that took fucking ages. Killed me afterwards man. Had KFC for dinner, how fattening. Tutor at 10am tomorrow, earlier than usual. Which means I have to get up earlier! :( I have a family gathering tomorrow. Yeap, again! Gosh LOL. I'm off to sleep now. Nights! xx.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9087740336687655039-7654225933563120650?l=artof-love.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://artof-love.blogspot.com/feeds/7654225933563120650/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9087740336687655039&amp;postID=7654225933563120650&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9087740336687655039/posts/default/7654225933563120650'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9087740336687655039/posts/default/7654225933563120650'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://artof-love.blogspot.com/2009/09/nothing-is-as-good-as-it-use-to-be.html' title='Nothing is as good as it use to be, cause only you can come and take away the hurt and pain, and even though it had to end i&apos;ll do it again'/><author><name>LISAAA.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10430451975237156408</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-_zFr1_qe7g/SpTNsi0BVEI/AAAAAAAAAD8/rqMjKHb_Nkg/S220/SDC10369.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9087740336687655039.post-197187487029484228</id><published>2009-09-04T23:10:00.004+10:00</published><updated>2009-09-05T10:50:50.079+10:00</updated><title type='text'>I'M SO PROUD OF YOU JACKIE BOY! (L)</title><content type='html'>I'll just summarise in dot points about my day today cause I cbfed. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Woke up at 7am, did daily routine for school.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;We swapped rooms with Mr Smith for roll call.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Had Physics 1st period after roll call.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Went over Physics preliminaries 2008 pass paper. Answer sheet was full retarded.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Business 2nd period. Worked from the textbook as usual.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Talked to Andrew and Jackie. (L)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Ate marshmallows at recess.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Christine played the "chubby bunny" game with the marshmallows.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Had a boy talk with Jackie and David about stuff. ;D&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;The plastic bag made a huge whole and soft drinks fell out LOL.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Double Ancient History - watched a documentary.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Listened to miss explain stuff from sheets.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I read and got a merit. :D&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Helped Jackie with stuff at lunch. Ngaw, how freaking cute are you guys! ;) Never getting over this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Double Maths - soo tiring, my hand hurt after so much working out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Slept after school until 5pm.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Went to shower, then went to my aunty's house for dinner.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Didn't eat much cause I didn't like what we were having.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Went to buy pizza with my aunty at 8pm-ish.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Went back home at 8.30pm.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Was planning on doing my Maths tutor homework, but my fucking calculator went missing.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Found out that I forgot it in Maths but Tram took it. Thanks! :D&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Net &gt; phone &gt; sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9087740336687655039-197187487029484228?l=artof-love.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://artof-love.blogspot.com/feeds/197187487029484228/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9087740336687655039&amp;postID=197187487029484228&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9087740336687655039/posts/default/197187487029484228'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9087740336687655039/posts/default/197187487029484228'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://artof-love.blogspot.com/2009/09/im-so-proud-of-you-jackie-boy-l.html' title='I&apos;M SO PROUD OF YOU JACKIE BOY! (L)'/><author><name>LISAAA.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10430451975237156408</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-_zFr1_qe7g/SpTNsi0BVEI/AAAAAAAAAD8/rqMjKHb_Nkg/S220/SDC10369.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9087740336687655039.post-1484008138171719998</id><published>2009-09-03T23:29:00.002+10:00</published><updated>2009-09-05T10:48:35.126+10:00</updated><title type='text'>STRESS FREE &amp; RELAXED, FOR NOW</title><content type='html'>I took ages to type up my stupid Chemistry practical scaffold yesterday night, for the exam this morning. Went off at 11pm cause I couldn't be bothered filling in my discussion so yeah. Read over half of Cathy's notes for the theory component while I was in bed and I was too tired plus lazy, so I just gave up and slept at 11.30pm. Oh, thanks to Cathy for the notes as well! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;School wasn't so eventful, it was in fact rather tiring cause I had to use my brain for 4 periods. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Chemistry: &lt;/span&gt;So yes, double period doing the Chemistry theory and prac exam this morning after roll call. Everyone kept repeating the calculation steps for the prac before roll call this morning, lols. I think I did fine in the prac, but theory was like omgggg LOL. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;EPIC FAIL.&lt;/span&gt; I pretty much left out everything except for 2 questions and the multiple choice. Same goes for Jackie as well. Oh well, I don't really care about the theory cause its only worth 5% whereas the prac is worth 15%, so I'm more worried about that. Hoping for a pass! Like I do in all my other subjects, haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah, I lost my pretty pink Smiggle ruler! Mariam was using it during the test and I forgot to get it off her, but I have no idea if she took it or left it on the table. Don't know if sir saw it and took it either. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I felt so relieved after all assessments were over. Been such a busy killer assessment-filled week. First it was English, which went for 2 days. Then Chemistry. I'm not stressed out about Ancient History on Monday. But yeah, now I get to relax for a bit until the Prelims. I gotta start writing my notes for everything though, like you know, get myself prepared and shit. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Recess: &lt;/span&gt;Everyone went on about Chemistry. Just stood around talking to my girls and boys, and ate some of Cathy's gummi bears. Got me addicted to them, haha. As we were eating, Sophie grabbed some gummi bears and they were stuck together back to back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Sophie:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Hey look!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;Me:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; *Giving her the wtf look.&lt;br /&gt;      *Whispers loudly to Vyivan, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;She's weird.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;Vyvian:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Yeah, I agree!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOOOOL that was pretty lame, but yeah you're weird Sophie! ;P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Double Physics: &lt;/span&gt;Thank god for no practicals today. Instead, we did a Preliminary Physics pass paper from last year for the whole double. Had to use my brain again. The booklet was so thick man! Sophie and I did it together. It was meant to be exam conditions but everyone was like yeah whatever, lmao.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Lunch: &lt;/span&gt;It was all dark and rainy and since the benches that we usually sit on were all wet, we sat under shelter on the  ground instead. Just talked about random stuff. I chucked some of my lettuce from my chicken burger on the ground and had the greatest timing ever man. Mr Rodgers walked past me when I littered it LOL. Always happens to me, I swear! Whyyyyy. We cracked up laughing though, lmao. Last time I littered my banana peel and Miss Dunne walked past asking who's it was then when she found out it was me I had to walk around with her. Full gg.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;English: &lt;/span&gt;Bludged as usual. Henry drew on the board. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Sean loves plants" &lt;/span&gt;LOL. Then I added forever and ever and decorated it with hearts. While Sophie drew a plant next to it. Ngaaaaw, how sweet is that? HAHAHA. ;D Sophie, Vanessa and I wrote our names on the bottom corner of the whiteboard afterwards. :) I just kept walking around the classroom like I always do. Talked to the boys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Ancient History: &lt;/span&gt;Just listened to miss explain stuff, got sheets and finished off the comprehension questions from last lesson.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Retarded weather today man. It was full sunny and then during the afternoon it gets all dark and gloomy and starts raining. I was sort of cold cause I didn't wear stockings. Since it was raining and I didn't bring an umbrella, my uncle took my sister and I home.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9087740336687655039-1484008138171719998?l=artof-love.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://artof-love.blogspot.com/feeds/1484008138171719998/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9087740336687655039&amp;postID=1484008138171719998&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9087740336687655039/posts/default/1484008138171719998'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9087740336687655039/posts/default/1484008138171719998'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://artof-love.blogspot.com/2009/09/stress-free-relaxed-for-now.html' title='STRESS FREE &amp; RELAXED, FOR NOW'/><author><name>LISAAA.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10430451975237156408</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-_zFr1_qe7g/SpTNsi0BVEI/AAAAAAAAAD8/rqMjKHb_Nkg/S220/SDC10369.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9087740336687655039.post-6540754816909304685</id><published>2009-09-02T17:42:00.003+10:00</published><updated>2009-09-03T22:31:53.344+10:00</updated><title type='text'>ENGLISH KILLS MY LIFE, I SWEAR</title><content type='html'>Was meant to post this yesterday night, but I took forever to do the music downloads list and was doing Chemistry at the same time, so yeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For the past week or so, I've been focusing and stressing out on my English assessment. The in class essay was due yesterday, last period. My hand was gonna literally fall off afterwards! I hope I did okay. Pass, at least.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;English speech was due today. Poems are soo boring. We spent our double period in the morning just listening to everyone's speech. I wanted to get mine over and done with but I kept freaking out so I went like, 5th instead. It's so scary when the whole class is looking T__T LOL. But yeah, I got used to it during the middle of my speech so I guess it was alright. Hope I pass this too!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Such a crazy and busy week filled with assessments like, almost everyday. I'm so glad and relieved that English is finally over and done with! I hate English assessments &amp;amp; English itself. Stresses me out so much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have a Chemistry exam first two periods tomorrow morning. Need to study for that but I really can't be bothered right now. No motivation, and English just totally wore me out. Then on the upcoming Monday, got an Ancient History in class essay that I need to prepare for as well. After all those assessments are over and done with, Preliminary exams would be in like, 2 weeks or something. Just greeeat! I'm having trouble with Chemistry writing up practical at the moment. Thank god we can prepare the scaffold at home and just come in to do the experiment. Can't wait until holidays man, seriously! :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today's downloads:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;3OH!3 ft. Katy Perry - Starstrukk&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;4Minute - Hot issue (Remix)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;4Minute - Muzik&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;4Minute - What A Girl Wants&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;4Minute - 안줄래&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;4Minute - 웃겨&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Abel Kingi - Caught On You&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Adonis - Pushin' Away&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Adonis - Silence Is So Loud&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Alex James - Lullaby-Bye&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Andrea Martin - Candy&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Andrea Martin - Far From Heaven&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Atozzio - Gotta Be A Way&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;B5 - Victim&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Big Bang - Lady&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Big Bang - Oh My Friend&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Big Bang - 착한 사람&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Big Bang - 천국&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;BoA - Control&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;BoA - Crazy About&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;BoA - Energetic&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Brandy - Bet You Didn't Know&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Brandy - Supreme&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Brian Gibbs - My Heart Ain't A Drum&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Britney Spears ft. Lil' Wayne - Bad Girl&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Casely - Running On Empty&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Chris Brown ft. Pleasure P &amp;amp; Bow Wow - Can't Let You Go&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Claude Kelly - Me You And The Dancefloor&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Colbie Caillat - Begin Again&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Colbie Caillat - Breakin' At The Cracks&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Colbie Caillat - Breakthrough&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Colbie Caillat - Don't Hold Me Down&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Colbie Caillat - Fallin' For You&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Colbie Caillat - Fearless&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Colbie Caillat - I Never Told You&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Colbie Caillat - I Won't&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Colbie Caillat - It Stops Today&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Colbie Caillat - Never Let You Go&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Colbie Caillat - Out Of My Mind&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Colbie Caillat - Rainbow&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Colbie Caillat - Runnin' Around&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Colbie Caillat - Stay With Me&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Colbie Caillat - What I Wanted To Say&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Colbie Caillat - You Got Me&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Colbie Caillat ft. Jason Mraz - Lucky&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Colbie Caillat ft. Jason Reeves - Droplets&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Cristyle ft. LaShawn Daniels - Elevator&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;D. Brown - Dancing In This Dark Room&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;David Guetta ft. Will.I.Am &amp;amp; Apl De Ap - On The Dancefloor&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;David Guetta ft. Akon - Sexy Bitch&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;David Guetta ft. Chris Willis - Gettin' Over&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;David Guetta ft. Chris Willis - Sound Of Letting Go&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;David Guetta ft. Estelle - One Love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;David Guetta ft. Kelly Rowland - It's The Way You Love Me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;David Guetta ft. Kid CuDi - Memories&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;David Guetta ft. Makeba - If We Ever&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;David Guetta ft. Ne-Yo &amp;amp; Kelly Rowland - Choose&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;David Guetta ft. Novel - Missing You&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;David Guetta ft. Will.I.Am - I Wanna Go Crazy&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;David Guetta ft. Wynter Gordon - Toyfriend&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Donnie Klang - Stuck In My Head&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Drake ft. Kanye West, Lil Wayne &amp;amp; Eminem - Forever&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Ezekiel Lewis - If I Was Sane&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;F(x) - La Cha Ta&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Jackie Boyz ft. Sam - Boyfriend Material (So Much For Love)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;James Fauntleroy - Love Part 2&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Johnta Austin - Be My Girl&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Jordin Sparks - Landmines&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Justin Garner - Runaway&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Lil Eddie - Guardame Tu Amor (Save A Little Love)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Mike Winans ft. Mario Winans - Temptations Calling&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Ryan Tedder - Everything&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Trey Songz - Be Where You Are&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Trey Songz - Black Roses&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Trey Songz - Does He Do It&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Trey Songz - Holla If Ya Need Me&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Trey Songz - Jupiter Love&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Trey Songz - Love Lost&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Trey Songz - Neighbors Know My Name&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Trey Songz - Ready To Make Luv&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Trey Songz - Yo Side Of The Bed&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Trey Songz ft. Drake - Successful&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Trey Songz ft. Fabolous - Say Aah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9087740336687655039-6540754816909304685?l=artof-love.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://artof-love.blogspot.com/feeds/6540754816909304685/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9087740336687655039&amp;postID=6540754816909304685&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9087740336687655039/posts/default/6540754816909304685'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9087740336687655039/posts/default/6540754816909304685'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://artof-love.blogspot.com/2009/09/english-kills-my-life-i-swear.html' title='ENGLISH KILLS MY LIFE, I SWEAR'/><author><name>LISAAA.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10430451975237156408</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-_zFr1_qe7g/SpTNsi0BVEI/AAAAAAAAAD8/rqMjKHb_Nkg/S220/SDC10369.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9087740336687655039.post-9008122758138638813</id><published>2009-08-31T20:40:00.002+10:00</published><updated>2009-08-31T21:18:30.732+10:00</updated><title type='text'>FAMILY GATHERINGS YET AGAIN</title><content type='html'>Man, I've had so many family gatherings for the past month they're starting to get sort of annoying. I guess it's okay to have family gatherings once in a while but this is like, a bit overload.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Saturday - &lt;/span&gt;Went to my aunty's house during the day and brought my English shit over so I could continue on my essay. Only did like, half of it and then I couldn't be fkd doing anymore so I stopped and just hopped on MSN. My cousins came afterwards, around 4pm. I just stayed at the computer while they were talking to me and everything. Pretty boring though, cause my other cousins couldn't turn up. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Got off the computer and went to have dinner with the family at like, 5.30pm or something around there. Hmm, lemme try to remember what we had. Oh yeah, Laos food! Mmm, that was yum. Love my mum's cooking &lt;3.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Sunday -&lt;/span&gt; I woke up at 10.30am. Well actually, I woke up at 8.30am to finish off my tutor homework that was due in a few hours. Got out of bed at 10.30am to shower and eat at 11am. Dad drove me to tutor at 12pm. Had Maths first for two hours. We started on year 12 stuff since we already finished all the year 11 shit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then my tutor's brother decided to teach me Physics for an hour, cause he was going to take over my Physics tutor, which is also my Maths tutor - for next year. Turns out he didn't really remember his year 11 crap so then he was full lost and everything LOL. Noob at explaining too since he's never taught before :L. Went home at 3pm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Planned to have dinner at my aunty's house AGAIN. So we went there at around 4pm. All I did was use the computer there to finish off my essay and start on my speech + MSN + Australian Idol all at the same time, lmao. :) Only did the intro for my English speech. Dinner was rice with barbeque pork. Half the family didn't even turn up so it was pretty empty. Went home at 8pm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Today - &lt;/span&gt;Boring at school. The usual.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I edited my English essay for tomorrow. Need to write my cheat sheet now. How am I suppose to write 747 words in one period?! Freaking gg man, gg. I'm a slow writer! :( I have gotten nowhere with my speech today LOL. Farrrr out. If only English wasn't compulsory, I would so drop it. Majority probably would, unless they're good at it. Gonna bring Jackie and Andrew along with me to chainsaw whoever made English compulsory. Wooo! Chainsaw crew (H), LOL.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9087740336687655039-9008122758138638813?l=artof-love.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://artof-love.blogspot.com/feeds/9008122758138638813/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9087740336687655039&amp;postID=9008122758138638813&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9087740336687655039/posts/default/9008122758138638813'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9087740336687655039/posts/default/9008122758138638813'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://artof-love.blogspot.com/2009/08/family-gatherings-yet-again.html' title='FAMILY GATHERINGS YET AGAIN'/><author><name>LISAAA.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10430451975237156408</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-_zFr1_qe7g/SpTNsi0BVEI/AAAAAAAAAD8/rqMjKHb_Nkg/S220/SDC10369.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9087740336687655039.post-1209996559258855394</id><published>2009-08-28T19:28:00.002+10:00</published><updated>2009-08-28T20:22:37.198+10:00</updated><title type='text'>4 DAY WEEKEND?</title><content type='html'>I've been at home for almost the whole week cause I've been dead sick. Stayed home on Monday, Thursday and today. So I only went to school on Tuesday and Wednesday LOL. Now imagine all the workload I have to catch up on, especially for Ancient History. Isn't that just greeeeat? Been so lazy for the past week that I haven't done anything productive at all while I've been home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Planned to get a move on with English assignment and Chemistry that were both due next week, but that was fail. All I've been doing is lying down or sleeping all day man. And cause I haven't done much of English or started Chemistry, I'm so stressing out right nowwwwww! :( Don't know what to write. Someone help me please?! (A). If I could drop English, I so would. The majority of people probably would.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just lied on the couch all day today and watched tv. Gossip Girl &gt; Moonlight Jason Dohring! Yummm ;D &gt; Double episodes of The Hills. So yeah, that was alright. I slept quite a few times cause I felt so tired as well. Jackie texted me in the middle of the day and told me my Business assignment mark since they got it back today. Got 42/53, which is alright for me considering I did it the day before xD.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Didn't you guys all miss meeeeeeee? Lmaos. I know yous did. ;D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9087740336687655039-1209996559258855394?l=artof-love.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://artof-love.blogspot.com/feeds/1209996559258855394/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9087740336687655039&amp;postID=1209996559258855394&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9087740336687655039/posts/default/1209996559258855394'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9087740336687655039/posts/default/1209996559258855394'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://artof-love.blogspot.com/2009/08/4-day-weekend.html' title='4 DAY WEEKEND?'/><author><name>LISAAA.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10430451975237156408</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-_zFr1_qe7g/SpTNsi0BVEI/AAAAAAAAAD8/rqMjKHb_Nkg/S220/SDC10369.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9087740336687655039.post-2591316293170175684</id><published>2009-08-25T20:48:00.008+10:00</published><updated>2009-10-02T12:30:52.211+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Remember all the things we wanted, now all our memories they're haunted, we were always meant to say goodbye</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;♪ Kelly Clarkson - Already Gone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;1. Are you younger than 19?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, I'm 16.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt; 2. Have you ever kissed someone whose name starts with a J?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nope&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;3. How many bathing suits do you own?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Iuno, like 2?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;4. Do you like someone?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No, surprisingly. Aren't you proud of me?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt; 5. Are you in a relationship at this point in time?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt; 6. Have you ever eaten uncooked cookie?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You mean the dough? Yeap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;7. Ever eaten soap?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who the fuck does that LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt; 8. What are you listening to right now?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nothing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;9. Is there a place you would like to visit?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Japan, Korea, America. ;D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt; 10. What is your favourite kind of dog?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know dog breeds LOL. Whatever looks cute, I guess. :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;11. Have you ever fallen into a mud puddle?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ew, no.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;12. Do you like winter?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NO! Can't wait for Summer!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;14. Are you in a band?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nope.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;15. What are you scared of?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Creepy crawlies .. cockroaches spiders etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;16. How long have you had your facebook for?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't remember. I didn't use it much until year 9 or something though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;17. Favourite beverage?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Coke.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt; 18. If you could own a monkey, would you?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nope.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;19. Do you own anything from american eagle?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What the hell is that?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt; 20. Do you listen to rap?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nopes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;21. Do you like fruit?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeap. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt; 22. Do you have a nextel phone?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The fuck is a nextel phone..?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt; 23. Have you ever given a random person your number?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nope, unless I'm trying to pick them up, ya know. ;)&lt;br /&gt;LOL kidding.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;24. What song do you blast every time you hear it?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Huh? ..Does that even make sense?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;25. How clean is your room?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not very clean, just partly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt; 26. What colour is your room?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Light blue.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;27. How’s the weather?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I don't know about everyone else .. but I'm cold, maybe cause I'm sick.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;28. What are you excited for?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Summer &amp;amp; the holidays.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt; 29. Are you an artist?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pshh, I can't draw jackshit, seriously. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;30. What are you doing right now?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Filling out this quiz and MSN.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;31. How was your day?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Craaaap. I felt terrible since I was sick, plus it was windy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;32. What did you just do?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Answer the question above? LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt; 33. What did you do yesterday?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stay home with a massive headache and sore throat while everyone else was at school. ;P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;34. How many pillows do you sleep with?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. One for my head and the other two are used for hugging at night, lmaoo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;35. Do you like smores?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know what it is..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;36. Do you have any plans for today?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sleep early.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;37. Do you like hugs?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesss please! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt; 38. Are you texting anybody right now?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nope.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;39. Best thing thats happened to you this week?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally went out after a million years!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt; 40. Would you rather have 5 million dollars or find true love?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This sounds rather corny, but I'd rather find true love. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt; 41. What’s your most visited website?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Facebook, Blogger, Twitter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;42. What’s something you really want at the moment?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No assignments and for prelim exams to be over! :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt; 43. Do you live with your parents?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you expect me to move out at 16? Where else am I meant to live.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt; 44. Do you have a job?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;45. Do you know who you’re going to marry?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish! I'm not psychic you know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt; 46. What’s your favourite thing to buy?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Clothes, shoes! And more clothes &amp;amp; shoes! Can never have enough of them, right? ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt; 47. What are you looking forward to in the next months?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Summerrr.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;48. Who’s is the last person you talked to on the phone?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mum.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;49. How often do you cut your hair?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not that often.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;50. Favourite TV show?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gossip Girl, 90210.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;51. Do you miss someone right now?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nope.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;52. What's your favourite colour?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Purple. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt; 53. What is your current problem?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Procrastination. And this headache + sore throat is killing me! Especially the sore throat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;54. What are you doing after this?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MSN and sleep in a bit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9087740336687655039-2591316293170175684?l=artof-love.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://artof-love.blogspot.com/feeds/2591316293170175684/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9087740336687655039&amp;postID=2591316293170175684&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9087740336687655039/posts/default/2591316293170175684'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9087740336687655039/posts/default/2591316293170175684'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://artof-love.blogspot.com/2009/08/it-started-with-perfect-kiss-then-we.html' title='Remember all the things we wanted, now all our memories they&apos;re haunted, we were always meant to say goodbye'/><author><name>LISAAA.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10430451975237156408</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-_zFr1_qe7g/SpTNsi0BVEI/AAAAAAAAAD8/rqMjKHb_Nkg/S220/SDC10369.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9087740336687655039.post-7712559811945016742</id><published>2009-08-24T17:56:00.002+10:00</published><updated>2009-08-24T18:15:21.204+10:00</updated><title type='text'>SICK :(</title><content type='html'>My mum woke me up at like, 8.30am yesterday morning to get ready and go over my aunty's house to help out with the food and everything for the family gathering, since my uncle from Vietnam was arriving. I've had so many family gatherings this past month that I've lost count on how many times it's happened already.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, we got there at around 9.30am. Didn't even get to sleep in! :( Then I had to go Canley Heights with my aunty to help carry groceries at 10ish. It was pretty warm outside. I was burning while waiting for my aunty. Got home at 11am. I had nothing else to do so I decided to hop onto my uncle's computer for the rest of the day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of my cousins came afterwards. She made these cupcakes with Baileys icing. Omggg, it was yum yum! She had to leave early though cause she had plans. We had pho for lunch. I was so full after that. During the afternoon, my other cousin came with his friend and we were just talking about random stuff. I had a sore throat yesterday, but it wasn't that bad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I kept constantly waking up this morning. Not a good sleep at all. When I woke up for school this morning I had the biggest headache and sore throat, plus I felt dizzy. So yeah, didn't end up going school. I feel better though, just have a sore throat now. Might go school tomorrow, depending on how I feel tomorrow morning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn't do anything at all today. Felt so dead. All I did was watched dubbed Korean dramas with my mum LOL. And lied down all day. Was planning to get some work done but I didn't feel too good.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9087740336687655039-7712559811945016742?l=artof-love.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://artof-love.blogspot.com/feeds/7712559811945016742/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9087740336687655039&amp;postID=7712559811945016742&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9087740336687655039/posts/default/7712559811945016742'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9087740336687655039/posts/default/7712559811945016742'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://artof-love.blogspot.com/2009/08/sick.html' title='SICK :('/><author><name>LISAAA.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10430451975237156408</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-_zFr1_qe7g/SpTNsi0BVEI/AAAAAAAAAD8/rqMjKHb_Nkg/S220/SDC10369.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9087740336687655039.post-8225954393753584471</id><published>2009-08-22T13:51:00.005+10:00</published><updated>2009-08-22T21:12:20.036+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Let's go party, now work that body!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;♪ 2NE1 - Let's Go Party&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Happy 21st birthday Thien!&lt;/span&gt; Have a good one. ;D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I'm home alone right now. So bored. Got Jenn's party at Mounties to go to tonight! She's picking me up and we're going together. ;) Thanks for making the only outsider, how awkward LOL. But yeah, other than that .. I guess I'm just gonna sit at home for the time being and do my homework or start on my assignments. I've learnt my lesson to never leave anything until last minute ever again! Lmao.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Update when I get back tonight. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yeah, Jenn picked me up at 5.30pm and we headed off to Mounties. Only person that was there so far was Xinh, lmao. Then we had to wait for everyone else to arrive and that was epic lagggg. A bit unorganised too cause we were all over the place. It was .. awkward at first, but alright afterwards.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went into the buffet when everyone came. While we were eating, people kept telling us that we couldn't be there by ourselves and had to bring our parents in like, multiple times. Eventually, they gave up and let us stay there. :P Besides, what the hell were we gonna do anyway. It's not like we were planning to do anything besides eat, like go buy alcohol or something. Or were we..LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, Leanne and I noticed that Jessie was working there. Then she saw me and we talked for a bit. I'm surprised she still remembers me, since she didn't remember me a while back when I said hi to her somewhere rofl. Known her since primary man. HAHAHA Leanne! She didn't remember you, don't you feel so ctrl x? ;D Everyone pigged out on food. Waste of $23 if we didn't.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Leanne and I went for dessert and we had trouble scooping out ice cream cause the tub was practically gone. Was sooo full after that. Headed off to the arcade for a bit then Jenn and I left at 8 and gave me a lift home. Farrout I'm tired now. Had a good night though! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9087740336687655039-8225954393753584471?l=artof-love.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://artof-love.blogspot.com/feeds/8225954393753584471/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9087740336687655039&amp;postID=8225954393753584471&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9087740336687655039/posts/default/8225954393753584471'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9087740336687655039/posts/default/8225954393753584471'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://artof-love.blogspot.com/2009/08/lets-go-party-now-work-that-body.html' title='Let&apos;s go party, now work that body!'/><author><name>LISAAA.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10430451975237156408</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-_zFr1_qe7g/SpTNsi0BVEI/AAAAAAAAAD8/rqMjKHb_Nkg/S220/SDC10369.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9087740336687655039.post-2211944811556164490</id><published>2009-08-19T21:38:00.004+10:00</published><updated>2009-08-22T13:50:03.035+10:00</updated><title type='text'>BIG BANG! &lt;3</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Woooot, Big Bang's Japanese album came out today! :D I got some of the songs individually before the whole album came out though, haha. Tooo pro (H). Here's their music videos for 2 of the songs on the album. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MV; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;My Heaven - Big Bang&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Hjc03nySrbw&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Hjc03nySrbw&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;MV; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Gara Gara Go! - Big Bang&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/fkwPTz67sgI&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/fkwPTz67sgI&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9087740336687655039-2211944811556164490?l=artof-love.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://artof-love.blogspot.com/feeds/2211944811556164490/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9087740336687655039&amp;postID=2211944811556164490&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9087740336687655039/posts/default/2211944811556164490'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9087740336687655039/posts/default/2211944811556164490'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://artof-love.blogspot.com/2009/08/big-bang.html' title='BIG BANG! &lt;3'/><author><name>LISAAA.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10430451975237156408</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-_zFr1_qe7g/SpTNsi0BVEI/AAAAAAAAAD8/rqMjKHb_Nkg/S220/SDC10369.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9087740336687655039.post-1288856070996579544</id><published>2009-08-18T18:09:00.004+10:00</published><updated>2009-08-20T19:49:01.446+10:00</updated><title type='text'>ERGH, SCREW YOU</title><content type='html'>Was meant to post this yesterday but anyways. I had tutor on Sunday from 12pm to 3pm. Meant to be 3.30pm but I get to leave half an hour early cause the Physics module is all theory based and hardly any calculations .. so we found it kind of pointless since I could read it in my own time, unless I didn't understand something and stuff. Yay! No tutor this week cause it's my tutor teacher's 21st birthday and he's making it go for 2 days LOL. So yeah, I have tutor the following week instead. He asked if I wanted tutor on Monday but I said nah cause I've been so dead tired lately. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm, yesterday was a boring school day. But then again, it's always boring cause it's the same routine over and over again everyday. So sick of it. Nothing much happened. Well, not that I remember anyway. I felt pretty dead tired at school, feeling like shit cause I was so sleepy. On a rather unrelated note though, I'm lovin' the weather lately! Been nice and sunny. :D Oh how I miss you summer!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I don't remember doing much today. And nothing really happened at recess and lunch either.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Maths:&lt;/span&gt; Came to class and found out we had to do our Trigonometry topic test since we didn't do it yet. We were meant to do it on Friday but Mr Sargon wasn't at school for like, the whole week since he had a family member that passed away. Poor him. I feel so sorry for him. :S He came back today and looked rather depressed. :( I didn't get to finish the test! Had 3 questions left, and Tuesday bell times are early so yeah, dammit. Oh well, hope I did good at least.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Double Ancient History:&lt;/span&gt; It was a split period with assembly in between, lmao. All we did was read off sheets and highlight :L. Didn't do a lot at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Chemistry:&lt;/span&gt; Well, the first half of the period was alright. We joined classes with the other Chemistry class for part of the period to talk about our assessment and everything, Then they had to leave, and so my fucking teacher decides to be more of a dick and told me to move back to my so called "permanent" seat, since I was sitting elsewhere. I didn't move the first time he told me to move, so a few mins later he tells me to move again and starts raging.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fucks sake man! I didn't even do anything. Went to move and I got so pissed off that I cried. :( He always picks on me and it's so fucking annoying. Seriously, sick of him. He can go fuck himself and die. LOL how bitchy do I sound. :P But yeah, I hate hate him. Dread going to Chemistry every lesson because of him ==.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;English: &lt;/span&gt;Bludged as usual, haha. I did jackshit. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;You can't always get what you want, no matter how hard you try.&lt;br /&gt;All you can do is move on and get on with your life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9087740336687655039-1288856070996579544?l=artof-love.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://artof-love.blogspot.com/feeds/1288856070996579544/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9087740336687655039&amp;postID=1288856070996579544&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9087740336687655039/posts/default/1288856070996579544'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9087740336687655039/posts/default/1288856070996579544'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://artof-love.blogspot.com/2009/08/ergh-screw-you.html' title='ERGH, SCREW YOU'/><author><name>LISAAA.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10430451975237156408</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-_zFr1_qe7g/SpTNsi0BVEI/AAAAAAAAAD8/rqMjKHb_Nkg/S220/SDC10369.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9087740336687655039.post-4785188596815006827</id><published>2009-08-15T21:54:00.003+10:00</published><updated>2009-08-15T22:48:33.014+10:00</updated><title type='text'>GG</title><content type='html'>Today, I planned to wake up earlier than usual to shower and everything and go get my L's. Woke up at 8.30am, had a half an hour shower till 9 LOL. We left the house at 9.30am and my mum and sister went to the bank, while my dad and I went to the RTA place in Fairfield.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Turns out the lady said we had to book, so we were going to book but my passport expired and my dad didn't bring anything else. So we couldn't book either. Which means I have to lag it even more! :( Planning to go book on Friday after school with my dad though, and do it the following day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yeah, instead of getting my L's and all that, we went back home and ate lunch .. which was the leftovers from last nights dinner, lmao. After that, we went to visit my grandma and see how she was doing since I haven't seen her for a couple of weeks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Parents decided to walk around Stockies for a bit. I went browsing for clothes but didn't end up getting anything T_T. Then went over to my other aunty's house for the rest of the day, since my cousins were coming down to visit. I was just on my cousin's Mac all day. Had dinner there as well. Cousins then planned to go bowling at Fairfield after dinner. Left the house at around 7pm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we got there, this freaking cute asian guy served us, and he smiled at meeeeeee! ;D hahaha. My shots were alright, I guess. The bell kept curving everytime I let go though rofl. Least I got most of the pins (Y). But a lot of the shots went into the gutter as well LOL. We played 2 games. In the end, Tim, my cousin's boyfriend, won both the games. Gg. It was pretty fun since I haven't bowled in a long time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cousins drove my sister and I back home at 9ish pm. Had a lovely day! Now I'm sitting here doing my tutor homework that's due tomorrow. Fucking hell man. Got so much to do! :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today's downloads:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Atozzio - Any Day&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Brian Mcknight - Do I Ever Cross Your Mind&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Chris Brown - Don't Know What It Is&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Clyde Carson ft. Jamillioins - I'm Lost&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Davix - Heart Half Empty&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Howl - Parrot&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Jeremy Greene ft. NaSha - Gotta Let U Go&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Lil Eddie - Last Day On Earth&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;London - Unusual Suspect&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Mario ft. Ace Hood - Thinkin' About You&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Matt Palmer - That Way&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Nathan - Hands Of Time&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;O. Jenkins - Battery&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;Riz ft. Iya - Gone With The Wind&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Rock City - My Heart Stopped Beating&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Shawn Desman - Baby Stay&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Shawn Desman - Best Thing&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Shawn Desman - Voodoo&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;SHINee - Scar&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Unknown - Your Tears&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Westlife - As Love Is My Witness&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9087740336687655039-4785188596815006827?l=artof-love.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://artof-love.blogspot.com/feeds/4785188596815006827/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9087740336687655039&amp;postID=4785188596815006827&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9087740336687655039/posts/default/4785188596815006827'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9087740336687655039/posts/default/4785188596815006827'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://artof-love.blogspot.com/2009/08/bowling.html' title='GG'/><author><name>LISAAA.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10430451975237156408</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-_zFr1_qe7g/SpTNsi0BVEI/AAAAAAAAAD8/rqMjKHb_Nkg/S220/SDC10369.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9087740336687655039.post-2112467447140404943</id><published>2009-08-12T20:01:00.008+10:00</published><updated>2009-08-18T21:15:09.262+10:00</updated><title type='text'>HAPPY WITH LIFE :)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Happy birthday Tommy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Mmm so yeah, I'm pretty happy with my life the way it is at the moment. Haven't been this happy for so long, cause all I've been dealing with is boys and their bullshit for the last couple of months. Fucking complicated bitches.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever had random moments reminiscing on your past, which then makes you feel all lonely and sad for a few minutes? Well, I tend to do that all the time, even during the most inappropriate times ever. And yes, it does make me feel lonely. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know it's been a while, but I still can't erase you out of my head completely. Like when I'm walking home from school every afternoon, the lyrics from my songs always remind me of you and all our memories. The good times we spent together, at least. :/ Sometimes, I really do miss talking to you, even as a friend. I wonder now .. if you even loved me the way I really loved you back then, because I know I really did. It didn't seem like that for you at times though. No matter how hard I try, I'll never forget you being in my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;Memories are embedded in the heart.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, It was a pretty bludgy day today. My alarm woke me up at 6.45am then I turned it off and lied in bed for about 10 minutes with my mum telling me to get up like, 3 times. Got up to get ready for school and ate breakfast. Then left the house at the usual 7.40am and walked to the bus stop. Damn, it was pretty cold in the morning. Seriously so sick of school right now. I'm so not bothered for it. Just wanna stay home and sleep. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Business Studies: &lt;/span&gt;Bludge period. I did a bit of work, but for the majority of the period I just sat there listening to music while Andrew and Jackie had their own conversation. Felt just a tad left out there :L.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Maths: &lt;/span&gt;Teacher was explaining stuff on the board. Allison and Anna took my book to copy the exercises since miss said we had to be updated in our work and that she'd check next lesson, turns out she didn't though. Then I continued to do my work afterwards cause I'm a nerd when it comes to Maths 8).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Recess: &lt;/span&gt;Christine and I saw Mr Salviani! :D Haven't seen that hot bastard in like, ages. Tehehee. Went canteen with Christine since she was hungry. Then when I came back, Mr Sparkes, our deputy principal needed some help carrying stuff to the classroom. Vyvian had to carry some stuff cause he picked on her for help, haha. It was like &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"You look like you need some exercise."&lt;/span&gt; At first it sounded like he was calling her fat LOL. But then I realised he needed help so I offered to help him since I'm so nice and everything. He's cool anyway (H).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had to carry the freaking projector that hurt my arm cause it was pretty heavy, or maybe I'm just weak :L.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;Me:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;See how nice I am sir? I offered to help.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;Sparkes:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Yes Lisa, you're just fantastic. And for that I'll give you Minties.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Me:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Can I have a merit too?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;Sparkes:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I just gave you a Minty, and now you want a merit as well? Be careful with that, it's worth $10 000.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;Me:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Okay, since it's worth $10 000 and I'm carrying it, can I have 10 000 merits please?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;Sparkes:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; I'll just start writing out the 10 000 merits tonight and I'll finish in 2011, okay?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;Me:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Okay sir. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOOL, he's cute man. What a smart response :L.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While I was walking to Chemistry when the end of recess bell rang, I was raging loudly about my teacher at the same time. Bumped into Mr Phull around the corner and he looked at me going, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Giggles, why are you always so loud?"&lt;/span&gt; LOL. Now that's cute. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Chemistry: &lt;/span&gt;Ergh, fucking piss off as usual. Teacher's a fucking dickhead man, swear. Made me move back to my "permanent" seat when I didn't even do anything wrong. He seriously gives me the shits every lesson. I've said this many times, but I swear he has some personal shit against me. Stupid bitch, can't even teach at all. I wanna at least learn something, but I'm failing instead, cause he's so crap. Gg. LOL sorry, excuse my excessive use of profanity. I should really cut down on swearing so much. It's pretty bad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Ancient History: &lt;/span&gt;We watched some documentary for half the period. Then copied out a massive block of writing from the overhead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Lunch: &lt;/span&gt;Didn't do much. I played Guitar Hero on Christine's ipod for a bit. Then walked to the canteen by myself to get something to eat and find her there. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The girls told me to turn around and I saw Mr Phull behind me. ;D Apparently according to Sophie, he had this faint smile on his face when he saw me. Ooooh. ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Crossroads: &lt;/span&gt;Bludgy double period. We didn't even write in the booklet from the overload of discussions. I was eating a banana while Miss Walker was marking the roll then when she got to my name she was like, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Hey Lisa, how are you? Nice banana."&lt;/span&gt; Then the boys cracked up laughing which made me crack up laughing with them LOL. And miss was like, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"What? It's a nice and healthy banana."&lt;/span&gt; HAHAHA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since I was eating, I wasn't paying attention to what Sophie was doing next to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sophie:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Want one? *Gives me a butter menthol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Me:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;*Realises that it's just an empty wrapper. Wtf?! Omg that was soo dope.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Sophie &amp;amp; I crack up laughing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Sophie:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Yeah, I didn't know if you saw me fixing the wrapper so I was like, oh crap .. should I give it to her or not.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*We crack up laughing again.&lt;br /&gt;LOOOOOL!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went outside in the cold to play this game that was related to discrimination. Each person had to pick a random card that had different roles, and questions were asked and if the person that you were playing could do something like buy a house, then they'd move a step forward. Coincidently, mine was &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"A 16 year old Vietnamese/Australian lesbian."&lt;/span&gt; God dammit! LOL. I was like, wtf man?! Not funny. Couldn't do jackshit most of the time cause my age was so young, so I stood on the same spot for like, ages.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I walked home by myself after I got off the bus cause my sister was doing some walking thing at school.&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/9087740336687655039-2112467447140404943?l=artof-love.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://artof-love.blogspot.com/feeds/2112467447140404943/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9087740336687655039&amp;postID=2112467447140404943&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9087740336687655039/posts/default/2112467447140404943'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9087740336687655039/posts/default/2112467447140404943'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://artof-love.blogspot.com/2009/08/happy-with-life.html' title='HAPPY WITH LIFE :)'/><author><name>LISAAA.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10430451975237156408</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-_zFr1_qe7g/SpTNsi0BVEI/AAAAAAAAAD8/rqMjKHb_Nkg/S220/SDC10369.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9087740336687655039.post-4621874308500860292</id><published>2009-08-09T11:27:00.003+10:00</published><updated>2009-08-09T11:45:46.043+10:00</updated><title type='text'>THANKS JENN, YOU'RE CUTE ;D</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;" &gt;Any girls like the last guy you kissed?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I hope not, cause he's a dickhead LOL.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;" &gt;Is it usually easy for someone to make you smile?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Yeap.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;" &gt;When was the last time you laughed REALLY hard?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Hmmm, I don't remember.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;" &gt;Do you think you can last for an hour without talking?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;If I'm in a shitty mood, then yes. If not, then no.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;" &gt;Have you ever been with anyone and thought "I want to be with this person forever"?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Yeah, cause that's how it is when you fall in love ya know.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;" &gt;If you won a lot of money in the lottery, what would you buy first?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;A car for me!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;" &gt;What's your favorite drink?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Coke.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;" &gt;How did you sleep last night?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Had a good 10 hour sleep.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;" &gt;When did you last eat Chinese food?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Iuno LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;" &gt;Someone leaves a note and flowers on your car, cute or tacky?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;That's pretty cute. ;D haha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;" &gt;Have your friends ever randomly stopped by your house?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Not that I remember. I recall people asking me first.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;" &gt;Any plans for tomorrow?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;School&lt;/span&gt; .. ==&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;" &gt;If the last person you kissed saw you kissing someone else right now, do you think they would be mad?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;LOL, I'd so like them to see that. I wonder what their reaction would be ..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, sorry I'm a bitch. :L&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;" &gt;How many text messages are in your inbox?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I'm not bothered to count them all.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;" &gt;Would you be surprised if your parents had another baby together?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Hmm, nah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;" &gt;Do you remember what the last picture you took was of?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Myself. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;" &gt;What made you kiss the last person you kissed?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Er, maybe cause I loved him? Isn't that obvious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;" &gt;Is the last person that you had a conversation with a male or a female?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Female. Talking to Jenn right now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;" &gt;Last thing you said out loud?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;"Byee!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;" &gt;Where was your default picture taken?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I need to put one up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;" &gt;Has anybody ever given you butterflies?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Yeah.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;" &gt;Are you happy with the way things are going?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Yeap. I'm perfectly happy with my life at the moment. No bullshit boy dilemmas!&lt;br /&gt;Aren't you proud of me? (A).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;" &gt;Did you wake up in the middle of the night last night?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Nope.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;" &gt;What are you looking forward to in the next few months?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Summer! &amp;amp; the holidays.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;" &gt;Have you ever been with someone while they were throwing up?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Umm, my sister. IT WAS DISGUISTING.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;" &gt;Are you ready for the summer?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Yeap!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;" &gt;Did you hug or kiss anyone yesterday?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Nope.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;" &gt;The last time you kissed someone, were your hands around their waist?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Nah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;" &gt;Who was the last person to text you? And What'd they say?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"I'll come see you guys. Walking from library" - Leanne.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;" &gt;Remember the first time you kissed the last person you kissed?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Yeah..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;" &gt;Do you want someone to call you right now?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;No?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;" &gt;Last person you had a deep conversation with?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Jenn&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;" &gt;Do you like hugs?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Yes&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;" &gt;Did you speak with your father today?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Yea.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;" &gt;What were you doing at 10:17 pm last night?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;On the computer.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;" &gt;Do you have a secret that you've never told anyone?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Yeah, doesn't everyone?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;" &gt;Ever felt like you're not good enough?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Yeap.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;" &gt;Are you extremely ticklish?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Kinda.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;" &gt;What did you do 2 hours ago?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Sleeping.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;" &gt;Is there someone that makes you happy every time you see them?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I guess so.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;" &gt;What was your last thought before you went to bed last night?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Getting sleepy, I should sleep now. LOL.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9087740336687655039-4621874308500860292?l=artof-love.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://artof-love.blogspot.com/feeds/4621874308500860292/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9087740336687655039&amp;postID=4621874308500860292&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9087740336687655039/posts/default/4621874308500860292'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9087740336687655039/posts/default/4621874308500860292'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://artof-love.blogspot.com/2009/08/thanks-jenn-youre-cute-d.html' title='THANKS JENN, YOU&apos;RE CUTE ;D'/><author><name>LISAAA.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10430451975237156408</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-_zFr1_qe7g/SpTNsi0BVEI/AAAAAAAAAD8/rqMjKHb_Nkg/S220/SDC10369.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9087740336687655039.post-6986294054334108333</id><published>2009-08-08T11:49:00.005+10:00</published><updated>2009-10-02T12:31:04.980+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Your eyes and your mouth are saying two different things, you need to figure it out, I’m tired of waiting</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;♪ Ne-Yo - If You Want Me To Stay&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;On the first day back at school last week, I hated it already. Arrrgh, I'm so sick of school. Like, seriously!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm, I had Physics assignment due on the first week back, plus a theory and prac exam on the same day. Was totally stressing out cause I didn't do jackshit in the holidays. I have no idea what the fuck I was doing all holidays, actually LOL cause I wasn't productive at all .. but I eventually got it done. Then someone told me that Business Studies assignment was due the next week! So I had to contact the business owner and all that shat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Wednesday - &lt;/span&gt;Andrew, Thomas, Sandy and I went to Greenies in the morning to buy Ms Deveny's cake and flowers that everyone chipped in for, since it was her birthday. Most of us got out of roll call to go decorate the room with balloons and all that for her surprise party first two periods.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Brandon and Andrew went to distract miss so she wouldn't come into class. Brandon offered to hold her bags and everything, and Andrew said that Mr Zacharis needed her urgently LOOL. She fell for it :L. Didn't even realise we were up to something. Eventually, she came back to class while we were all hiding behind the tables and we all jumped out, rofl. It was hard to serve the 2 cakes cause there were so many layers. Steven and I kept breaking it and we made a mess, hahaha. My slice was so big I couldn't finish it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that, we just sat there talking for the whole double. Sandy and I kept attacking Brandon with our balloons LOL. And yeah, the bell rang for recess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Instead of having sport 5th and 6th period now, I have Crossroads with Christine, Sophie, Mel and Christina. That means no more sport for the rest of our academic lives! Since we don't have sport in year 12 and get to go home earlier. :D It's so boring. We watched some movie for the whole period.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had a dentist appointment after school at like, 4.20pm. Saw Maria as well. Well, we were sitting right next to each other, actually. But none of us said hi LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Thursday - &lt;/span&gt;Went to cabra with Sophie to see the business owner at Submerge on Thursday for all the info. Too bad I missed out on seeing Jenn. :( We got there around 3.50pm and we were hungry so we bought red lea chips. Omg, I haven't had that in ages! Then yeah, walked into the store and asked one of the guys if she was here yet, but she wasn't so we just stood outside the shop waiting for some chick to walk in .. having no idea what she looked like LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were just standing there for like half an hour, so I decided to call her to see where she was. Funny thing was, she said she was inside the shop but me and Sophie didn't even see her walk inside, like wtf roflll. When we were done, she printed out some stuff that might have helped me with the assignment .. which was pretty much the answers to my questions, hahaha. ;D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Met up with Leanne and talked for a bit. Then me and Sophie walked to the library to look for Cathy. We couldn't find her anywhere though, lmao. So we walked outside and waited for my dad to come pick us up. Got home at 5ish and did my assignment for the rest of the night. :) Didn't eat dinner cause I was so full from the chips.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Yesterday - &lt;/span&gt;Damn shitass principal didn't let us wear mufti for Jeans for Genes day. I swear, we haven't had mufti in like a million years man. I looked at the wrong week and didn't bring my Ancient History book. We had a double as well ==. Business assignment was due today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Physics: &lt;/span&gt;We joined classes and had our lesson in the conference room. Yeah, that was it. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Business Studies:&lt;/span&gt; When we were standing outside waiting for sir, I didn't look properly so I tapped Alex and was like, omg Jackie! Then I realised it was Alex and not Jackie .. LOL. Omggg that was embarrassing.  There was another time when the bell rang and Nenorta walked out, closing the door behind her. I thought she was holding onto the handle so I kept trying to pull the door open, but it turned out no one was holding it and I just didn't turn the knob at the top, hahaha. I'm so cute LOL. ;D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Teacher is such a bitch nowadays. There's something wrong with him. He used to be cool! :( Iuno, maybe he's just sick of putting up with the class talking and everything. We handed in our assignment then watched this documentary thing that we've seen like, 3 times already. :L&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Double Ancient History: &lt;/span&gt;We didn't do a lot of work. Which reminds me, I still need to catch up on everything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Double Maths: &lt;/span&gt;Omfg, that was terrible. Our teacher wasn't here so we had a sub that looks like the cat lady from The Simpsons. I SWEAR SHE DOES! LOL. She came pretty late, so everyone just walked off wandering around the school. Then she sent people to go looking for everyone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People eventually came back to class. She marked the roll and didn't believe that I was Lisa and told me to bring my book. I was like &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Who the hell would be bothered to take someone else's book and pretend to be Lisa?!" &lt;/span&gt;Farrrr out man. Everyone got so annoyed cause she wouldn't stop talking about all this bullshit like mobile radiation and the education in Greece or some shit. I mean, what the hell does that have to do with Maths! I pretty much raged for the whole period. And I got so tired from it LOL. She's such a weird bitch.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9087740336687655039-6986294054334108333?l=artof-love.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://artof-love.blogspot.com/feeds/6986294054334108333/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9087740336687655039&amp;postID=6986294054334108333&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9087740336687655039/posts/default/6986294054334108333'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9087740336687655039/posts/default/6986294054334108333'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://artof-love.blogspot.com/2009/08/your-eyes-and-your-mouth-are-saying-two.html' title='Your eyes and your mouth are saying two different things, you need to figure it out, I’m tired of waiting'/><author><name>LISAAA.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10430451975237156408</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-_zFr1_qe7g/SpTNsi0BVEI/AAAAAAAAAD8/rqMjKHb_Nkg/S220/SDC10369.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9087740336687655039.post-7496752036960137697</id><published>2009-07-25T21:12:00.007+10:00</published><updated>2009-08-05T19:16:15.963+10:00</updated><title type='text'>BOO, BACK TO SCHOOL MO'FOKERS</title><content type='html'>I was meant to post this like last week, but I didn't get to finish blogging cause I was focusing on Physics assignment during that time. 8)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyhow, holidays have been .. pretty shit. Well, I guess they were alright. Not that bad. But I didn't go out at all within the 2 week holiday period, cause my aunty from France came and then I had Melbourne guests soo yeah. Got invited to a few outings with friends but I didn't end up going to any. Just went out and about with the family and had a lot of family gatherings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remember visiting my grandma in the hospital on the first week of holidays, don't remember what day but yeah. Looked around when I walked in, and saw Daniel Grasso working there LOL. It was weird, cause he's smart and you wouldn't expect him to become a nurse but meh, oh wellll :L. Stayed in there for about half an hour or something and then we headed off to Liverpool Westfields. I shopped around but just ended up getting a pair of flats.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmms, went to Westfields @ Parramatta last week for late night shopping with the fam. I was pumped to go spend my money on stuff, cause I haven't been shopping in like a million freaking years. Didn't have enough time though cause I had to follow them to random stores. So I didn't even get to shop for myself. How dissapointing! :( Ah well, there's always next time, I guess. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was a family gathering last Saturday. Two, actually. The first one was at like 1pm. Went to eat Yum Cha at Iron Chef to celebrate my uncle's birthday the following day. One of my cousins, my sister and I arrived at Cabramatta to reserve a table first. Then we sat at the table drinking coke while waiting for the others. Full starving too cause me and my cousin didn't have breakfast that morning LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then finally, everyone else arrived. Started full feasting and shit LOL. It was nice since I didn't eat anything in the morning. Peking duck! Mmm. We pretty much ate most of the food that we called for. Had little leftovers that we take-awayed cause we're asian. (Y) rofllllls! ;D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that, went back to my aunty's house for the feast at night. Cousins wanted me to bring Wii over so they drove me back to my house to get it. My cousin was learning manual and we kept stopping like a million times LOL. And then I realised I didn't even bring the keys to my house with me, so we had to go back and get the keys, haha 8). Sat in the car while my cousin drove around practising manual.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Omg, we got back and me and my guy cousin, Greg, had to go over to my uncle's house to help him with his computer. I sweaaaaaar we spent like 3 hours trying to teach him shit, while everyone else was already eating. Gosh, how annoying! So my cousin and I had to eat during the middle of the feast, lmao.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A week after that, had another family gathering at my other aunty's house. All I did was sit there and do my school work, LOL. Then we had another one the next freaking day! Had rice and duck and other food. Once again, brought my work over to my aunty's house and sat there working. The Melbourne guests had to leave that night so my aunty, my sister and I drove her to the bus station at Liverpool. Went around asking people which stop it was but they didn't know jackshit .. they worked there too ==. But yeah, we eventually found the place and stayed outside in the freezing cold until the bus came. Went back to my aunty's house, waited for the $80 million lotto which was fail. Said bye to my aunty that was going back to France the next day. Since I had school, I couldn't drop her off at the airport. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anddd yeah, that was basically my holidays.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9087740336687655039-7496752036960137697?l=artof-love.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://artof-love.blogspot.com/feeds/7496752036960137697/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9087740336687655039&amp;postID=7496752036960137697&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9087740336687655039/posts/default/7496752036960137697'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9087740336687655039/posts/default/7496752036960137697'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://artof-love.blogspot.com/2009/07/boo-back-to-school-mofokers.html' title='BOO, BACK TO SCHOOL MO&apos;FOKERS'/><author><name>LISAAA.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10430451975237156408</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-_zFr1_qe7g/SpTNsi0BVEI/AAAAAAAAAD8/rqMjKHb_Nkg/S220/SDC10369.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9087740336687655039.post-340468555859039558</id><published>2009-07-17T19:47:00.004+10:00</published><updated>2009-07-25T21:14:07.719+10:00</updated><title type='text'>FULL TIRING</title><content type='html'>LMAO, full lagged to post this man. It's been lying there as a draft for like, a week already.&lt;br /&gt;I haven't blogged in a looong time!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, as I said in one of my previous posts, my mum, sister and I planned to go Bonny Plaza yesterday cause my sister wanted to go to the library. Since we had no car as my dad took it to work, we had to walk there and back. Sort of a mission for me, no, I'm not fat okay! It's just that whenever I walk for a while my legs start aching for some odd reason .. then it goes away afterwards o_O. Weird.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I woke up at 10.30am, I felt cold .. but it didn't feel like the normal cold when you're cold, it felt like the sick cold .. if you get me LOL. Left the house at around 11am-ish. Then when we got there went to Big W for a bit and then had lunch, which was chicken and chips + gravy. Yum yum! After that, I took my sister to the library while I was just sitting at a table listening to my iPod, walking around looking for books for my assignment. There was this freaky old man sitting opposite to me that kept staring at me :S&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mum went grocery shopping and left us at the library, lol. When my sister was done, went to meet my mum and we walked back home. I saw Rothrita driving while I was walking, ROFL. And apparently, Mel V. said she saw me walking as well but I didn't see her. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Got home and I was still feeling cold. Watched tv for a bit then I went to shower and hopped on net. And yeahhh, that's all I did when I got home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sick of maple now!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9087740336687655039-340468555859039558?l=artof-love.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://artof-love.blogspot.com/feeds/340468555859039558/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9087740336687655039&amp;postID=340468555859039558&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9087740336687655039/posts/default/340468555859039558'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9087740336687655039/posts/default/340468555859039558'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://artof-love.blogspot.com/2009/07/full-tiring.html' title='FULL TIRING'/><author><name>LISAAA.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10430451975237156408</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-_zFr1_qe7g/SpTNsi0BVEI/AAAAAAAAAD8/rqMjKHb_Nkg/S220/SDC10369.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9087740336687655039.post-542402206051855968</id><published>2009-07-15T23:11:00.003+10:00</published><updated>2009-08-12T20:33:34.300+10:00</updated><title type='text'>2NE1 - I DON'T CARE</title><content type='html'>Anyway, I'm starting to get full addicted to this song. Their songs are so catchy. Love these girls!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2NE1 - I Don't Care&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object width="350" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/-1Z87Xhm_Ms&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/-1Z87Xhm_Ms&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="350" height="340"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Korean Lyrics:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;!--/sizec--&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="font-weight: bold; text-align: center;"&gt;[CL]&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;Hey  playboy&lt;br /&gt;It's about time&lt;br /&gt;And your time’s up&lt;br /&gt;I had to do this one for my  girls you know&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes you gotta act like you don’t care&lt;br /&gt;That’s the only  way you boys learn&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="font-weight: bold; text-align: center;"&gt;[Minji]&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;니 옷깃에 묻은 립스틱은 나는 절대로 용서못해&lt;br /&gt;매일 하루에 수십번  꺼져있는 핸드폰&lt;br /&gt;변하지 않을것만 같아 oh oh&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;[Dara]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;그저 친구라는 수많은 여자친구&lt;br /&gt;날 똑같이  생각하지마 I won’t let it fly&lt;br /&gt;이제 니맘대로해 난 미련을 버릴래&lt;br /&gt;한때 정말 사랑했는데  oh&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="font-weight: bold; text-align: center;"&gt;[CL]&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;가끔씩 술에 취해 전활걸어 지금은 새벽 다섯시반&lt;br /&gt;넌 또 다른 여자의 이름을 불러  no&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="font-weight: bold; text-align: center;"&gt;[Bom]&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;I don’t care 그만할래 니가 어디에서 뭘 하던&lt;br /&gt;이제 정말 상관 안할게 비켜줄래&lt;br /&gt;이제와  울고불고 매달리지마&lt;br /&gt;cause don’t care e e e e e e&lt;br /&gt;cause don’t care e e e e e  e&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;[Minji]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cause don’t care e e e e e e&lt;br /&gt;cause don’t care e e e e e  e&lt;br /&gt;Boy I don’t care&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="font-weight: bold; text-align: center;"&gt;[Minji]&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;다른 여자들의 다리를 훔쳐보는&lt;br /&gt;니가 너무너무 한심해&lt;br /&gt;매일  빼놓는 커플링 나 몰래 한 소개팅&lt;br /&gt;더이상 못참을것같아 oh oh oh&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="font-weight: bold; text-align: center;"&gt;[Dara]&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;넌 절대 아니라는 수많은  나의친구&lt;br /&gt;넌 늑대란 친구들까지 타일렀지만&lt;br /&gt;차라리 홀가분해 너에게 난 과분해&lt;br /&gt;내 사랑이라 믿었는데 oh  oh&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="font-weight: bold; text-align: center;"&gt;[CL]&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;오늘도 바쁘다고 말하는 너 혹시나 전화해봤지만&lt;br /&gt;역시 뒤에선 여자 웃음소리가 들려 oh  no&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="font-weight: bold; text-align: center;"&gt;[Bom]&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;I don’t care 그만할래 니가 어디에서 뭘 하던&lt;br /&gt;이제 정말 상관 안할게 비켜줄래&lt;br /&gt;이제와  울고불고 매달리지마&lt;br /&gt;cause I don’t care e e e e e e&lt;br /&gt;cause I don’t care e e e e e  e&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;[Dara]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cause I don’t care e e e e e e&lt;br /&gt;cause I don’t care e e e e e  e&lt;br /&gt;Boy I don’t care&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="font-weight: bold; text-align: center;"&gt;[Minji]&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;난 너땜에 울며 지새던 밤을 기억해 boy&lt;br /&gt;더 후회할 널  생각하니 맘이 쉬웠네 boy&lt;br /&gt;날 놓치긴 아깝고 갖기엔 시시하잖니&lt;br /&gt;있을때 잘하지 너 왜 이제와  매달리니&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="font-weight: bold; text-align: center;"&gt;[CL]&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;속아준 거짓말만해도 수백번&lt;br /&gt;오늘 이후로 난 남자 울리는 bad girl&lt;br /&gt;이젠 눈물 한방울  없이 널 비웃어&lt;br /&gt;사랑이란 게임 속 loser&lt;br /&gt;무릎꿇고 잡을 수 있니&lt;br /&gt;아님 눈 앞에서 당장  꺼져&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="font-weight: bold; text-align: center;"&gt;[Bom]&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;I don’t care 그만할래 니가 어디에서 뭘 하던&lt;br /&gt;이제 정말 상관 안할게 비켜줄래&lt;br /&gt;이제와  울고불고 매달리지마&lt;br /&gt;cause I don’t care e e e e e e&lt;br /&gt;cause I don’t care e e e e e  e&lt;br /&gt;cause I don’t care e e e e e e&lt;br /&gt;cause I don’t care e e e e e e&lt;br /&gt;Boy I  don’t care&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9087740336687655039-542402206051855968?l=artof-love.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://artof-love.blogspot.com/feeds/542402206051855968/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9087740336687655039&amp;postID=542402206051855968&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9087740336687655039/posts/default/542402206051855968'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9087740336687655039/posts/default/542402206051855968'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://artof-love.blogspot.com/2009/07/2ne1-i-dont-care.html' title='2NE1 - I DON&apos;T CARE'/><author><name>LISAAA.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10430451975237156408</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-_zFr1_qe7g/SpTNsi0BVEI/AAAAAAAAAD8/rqMjKHb_Nkg/S220/SDC10369.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9087740336687655039.post-3942591800544710574</id><published>2009-07-15T23:09:00.002+10:00</published><updated>2009-10-02T12:32:07.460+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Sometimes you gotta act like you don’t care, that’s the only way you boys learn</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;♪ 2NE1 - I Don't Care&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Haven't been doing much lately since the holidays started. All I've been doing all day is sitting on my ass in front of the comp .. and playing Maplestory. LOL, gg or gg? :S I got some homework done today though. Didn't go on much during the day, only for a bit. I'm not on now either, aren't you just proud of me?! Haha. :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm, had tutor on Monday from like 2pm to 5.30pm. Ergh, so tiring and boring ==. That's all that's been happening these past few days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got invited to go watch Transformers 2 again on Tuesday, but I didn't go cause I didn't wanna watch it again. Besides, got it on dvd, hehe. ;DD Got invited for Yum Cha today as well but I didn't go cause I had to go somewhere with my mum and aunties, but we didn't end up going. I forgot to tell Vyvian that I wasn't going, so she rocked up at my house at 10am this morning to take me there, assuming that I was coming. So yeah, sorry about that!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Other than that, that's pretty much it. I'm going Bonny Plaza with my mum and sister tomorrow. Cause sister wants to be a nerdy bookworm and borrow books from the library 8). I have no idea what I'm going to do for the time being. Probably search for books for my Physics research assessment. Argh, need to start it sooon! It's due on the Thursday the first week back. Gotta start studying my ass off for the prac and theory that's due on the exact same too. Ffs!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today's downloads:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;ul style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;li&gt;Ace Hood ft. Rick Ross - Get Money       &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Alexandra Burke - Perfect&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Bryan Ellis - Graffiti&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;Bryan Ellis - Hold My Breath Again&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;Cascada - Breathless&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;Casada - Dangerous&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;Casada - Draw The Line &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;Cascada - Everytime I Hear Your Name&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;Cascada - Evacuate The Dancefloor&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;Cascada - Fever&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;Cascada - Hold On&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;Cascada - Hold Your Hands Up&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;Cascada - Ready Or Not&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;Casada - What About Me&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;Cascada - Why You Had To Leave&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;Claude Kelly - Disappear&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Claude Kelly - Hey DJ&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;Claude Kelly - Wasting My Tears&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Darryl Farris - Butterflies&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;Daughtry - Get Me Through &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;Daughtry - Long Way&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;Daughtry - One Last Chance&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;Daughtry - On The Inside&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;Daughtry - Traffic Light&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;Daughtry - What Have We Become&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Dontae - Breathe&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;Evan Rogers - Candles In The Rain&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;Fabolous ft. Keri Hilson - Everything, Everyday, Everywhere&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Fabolous ft. Lil Wayne - Salute&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Fabolous ft. Ryan Leslie - Fabolous Life&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Fabolous - Lullaby&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;Ilya - Karma&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;Jarvis - Baby&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;Jason Derulo - Perfect&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Jay (FDM) - I Do&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;Jordin Sparks - Don't Let It Go To Your Head&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;Jordin Sparks - Faith&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;Jordin Sparks - It Takes More&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;Jordin Sparks - Let It Rain&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;Jordin Sparks - No Parade&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;Jordin Sparks - SOS (Let The Music Play)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;Jordin Sparks - The Cure&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;Jordin Sparks - Was I The Only One&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;Jordin Sparks - Watch You Go&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Kai Holmes - Till December&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;Karina Pasian - Stole My Heart&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Kelly Clarkson - Don't Let Me Stop You&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Keshia Chante ft. Drake - Fallen&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Kreesha Turner - There&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;Leighton Meester - Body Control&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;Leighton Meester - Just Wanna Dance&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;Lemarvin - Invisible&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;Lil Eddie - 2 Is Better Than 1&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Mr. Hudson ft. Kanye West - Anyone But Him&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;Marié Digby - Surrender &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;Mario ft. Gucci Mane &amp;amp; Sean Garrett - Break Up &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Mario ft. John Mayer - Human Nature&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Mario - Tell Me Why&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Marques Houston - Chance Of A Lifetime&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;Marques Houston - Come Back To Me&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Marques Houston - I Don't Mind&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;Matt Palmer - Symphony&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Ne-Yo - In The Ground&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Ne-Yo - Somebody Else&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Ne-Yo - Take U Home&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;NLT - Where Is My Rose&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Nodeci - I Got This&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Rico Love - Punished &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;Rock City - Lonely &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;Sammie - Same Dream&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Tank - Lucky&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;The Curve - 1&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;The Network - Green Eyes&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;Tim Benson - Meet Me Halfway&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Topic ft. Jagged Edge - Bottom Girl&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;Travis Garland - Can't Wait To Meet Ya&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Tre' - Home&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Tre' - Young Luv&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;Unique - Calling Out To Your Heart&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Unique - Don't Act Like&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;Unknown - Exist&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;Unknown - One Love&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;Unknown - One Year Without Rain&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;Unknown - Yesterday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gosh, I was so bothered to rearrange all my downloads in alphabetical order and put them here. LOL.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9087740336687655039-3942591800544710574?l=artof-love.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://artof-love.blogspot.com/feeds/3942591800544710574/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9087740336687655039&amp;postID=3942591800544710574&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9087740336687655039/posts/default/3942591800544710574'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9087740336687655039/posts/default/3942591800544710574'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://artof-love.blogspot.com/2009/07/sometimes-you-gotta-act-like-you-dont.html' title='Sometimes you gotta act like you don’t care, that’s the only way you boys learn'/><author><name>LISAAA.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10430451975237156408</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-_zFr1_qe7g/SpTNsi0BVEI/AAAAAAAAAD8/rqMjKHb_Nkg/S220/SDC10369.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9087740336687655039.post-2524435156001883308</id><published>2009-07-11T22:48:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2009-07-11T22:48:39.316+10:00</updated><title type='text'>SCHOOL IS OFFICIALLY OUT!</title><content type='html'>Yeah, I was meant to blog about this yesterday or last night or something .. but I never got the chance to cause I had to go to my aunty's. Then when I got back home people were spamming my MSN to get on Maple. Geeeees. I swear, I never get anything done when I'm on it, at all.. Very unproductive. I haven't been on all day today though, surprise surprise! Changed my blog skin and all that shat instead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm, so the last day of school was very bludgy. Didn't do jackshit. Roll call and recess and lunch was so empty cause no one came, lmao. People stayed home to freaking Maple. Now that's what you call fullll hardcore junkies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Physics: &lt;/span&gt;Omg, we had to do work on the last day. While the other Physics class watched a movie. I swear my teacher's starting to get annoying ==. Benny told me to ask him if we could watch movie so I was like, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Sir, what are we doing today?"&lt;/span&gt; and he said we're doing work. Errrgh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Business Studies: &lt;/span&gt;Well, the teacher wanted us to do work but we didn't wanna do anything so he was like, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Okay, if another person walks in this door, we're doing work"&lt;/span&gt;. Then more people came in. He started handing out our textbooks and stuff but we kept refusing to do any work when he was telling us to sit down and get some work done. Eventually, he gave up and we won.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So we sat there watching Andrew and Tritin do breakdancing moves and stuff. LOLLL, Tritin tried to do a handstand using the wall since he couldn't do one normally .. and he kept diving his head into the ground and making all these faces while he was at it. Hilariousss! I still can't do a handstand. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Double Ancient: &lt;/span&gt;Miss made us do work for one period. 2 overheads and a few sheets. Wasn't that much work, I guess. For the second period of the double, I just played 13 with the boys, Thomas, Andrew, Arthur and Raven. Pimp or pimp? ;D haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Double Maths:&lt;/span&gt; We joined classes with some class. Then Allison and I innocently asked if we could go to the other Maths classes and yeah, sir let us. :) I went into Christine's class for a bit and played this typing game thing on the net.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then decided to go visit Sophie, Vyvian and the boys like, 2 classes down. Kept going back and forth into both classes, lmao. Eventually stayed in Sophie's class for a while though. Didn't do much, just sat and chit chatted. And then the bell rang, meaning school's out!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't think I'm gonna be out much these holidays. One, cause no one's home to drive me and I have to look after my sister while we're home by ourselves. And two, cause I need to do my assignments and study ..or at least force myself to do these things. So yeap, very fun holiday indeed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, have fun in Korea, Jenn! I'll miss you terribly deary. ♥&lt;br /&gt;Remember to get me autographs, yah?! ;D LOL. You better or else I'll kill you for saying that all Korean guys look the same HAHAHA! ;P&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9087740336687655039-2524435156001883308?l=artof-love.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://artof-love.blogspot.com/feeds/2524435156001883308/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9087740336687655039&amp;postID=2524435156001883308&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9087740336687655039/posts/default/2524435156001883308'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9087740336687655039/posts/default/2524435156001883308'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://artof-love.blogspot.com/2009/07/school-is-officially-out.html' title='SCHOOL IS OFFICIALLY OUT!'/><author><name>LISAAA.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10430451975237156408</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-_zFr1_qe7g/SpTNsi0BVEI/AAAAAAAAAD8/rqMjKHb_Nkg/S220/SDC10369.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9087740336687655039.post-1901242789731437558</id><published>2009-07-08T22:25:00.004+10:00</published><updated>2009-08-08T15:04:45.352+10:00</updated><title type='text'>BLUDGE</title><content type='html'>Farrr, I haven't updated since like last Wednesday or something like that. Been a week :( I swear, ever since everyone started playing Maplestory and telling me to play, I haven't been doing jackshit. Full back into my junkie mode, gg! T___T.&lt;br /&gt;So anyway, I have tutor on Wednesdays now cause my tutor teacher decided to change the day. Forgot to take my school maths textbook with me when I left last week, which means I can't do my homework, leaving me to fall behind in work soon!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mannnn. I was suppose to have tutor at 4.30pm till 8pm today and was planning to collect my textbook, but my tutor rang up and called it off and moved to Sunday for this week instead .. cause his house alarm went off and was full going crazy for some weird reason that I didn't understand o_O. I could hear it while I was talking to him on the phone, loll.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mmms, so school as been the same daily routine as usual. Nothing interesting happens. I'm so sick of it right now cause it's so repetitive, same routine everyday over and over again. Goshhhh. I'm excited for holidays! But I need to spend my time studying and completing my assignments as well ==. Full stressing over Physics assignment and we just got it today, we only get 2 weeks to do it! Have to do a research assessment then on the same day, there's a prac and theory exam. Arrrrgh, kill me now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, what a way to start the morning. Double period of English. It was the biggest bludge. We had a sub. He's pretty coool! (H). Didn't do any work. The boys took the spinner thing from the Monopoly game since they wanted to play their game 8), and I got it back after a while. Then they took the Monopoly box and so I was going to do a hand in hand trade.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The teacher did the trade but I kept holding onto the spinner, wasn't gonna give it back to them anyway LOL. Somehow the fucking black stalker zebra David Dao disconnected my iPod from my earphones and stole it. Didn't realise it went missing until sir finally stole the spinner thing off me, lmaooo. Omg it was full funny, ROFL. That double period was awesomeee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since I didn't have my textbook for Maths, I borrowed the teacher's so I could do my work. Good girl or good girl? :D. People kept constantly talking so miss got annoyed and it pissed her off. She then started lecturing and telling off the whole class about how we weren't trying hard enough cause all we ever do is talk, how she's so disappointed in our exam marks etcetctec. The usual shit, :S. I like Maths though, so I do my work. ;D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that, we watched HSM 1 in Business Studies since half of the class probably won't be at school for our last lesson on Friday. So yeah, bludge period. Didn't even get through half the movie though, lmaos. Zac Efron is so cuteeee! ♥&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate this weather, it's ugly. Cathy planned a food feast last week for sport today as it was our last day of sport of our academic lives! LOL. Cause we have Crossroads next term, and no sport in year 12 next year. We get to go home early instead. :) Turns out Cathy didn't even come school, and told us to bring food. Goshhhh, lmao. You've probably left to America already, but yeah, have a safe and fun trip! I'll miss you! Hurry up and come back so we can watch Harry Potter at Imax!! Hahaha. I'll die waiting for you to come back for Harry Potter. :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Us girls are such fat cunts, I swear, LOL. There was a whole heap of food and we practically ate everything. Well, more than half. Too bad you missed out, Cathy. :( Ohhh, sport has been so fun. Doing absolutely nothing except sitting, eating and bitching. ;D Omg, we haven't played any tennis AT ALL this term rofllls. Oh, Doon, Vyvian, Sophie and I played the mini Monopoly as well, the one from Maccas, hehe. We're cute. (A)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It started raining on the way back to school. Just ew. Good thing it didn't rain while I was walking home!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just finished watching the replay of Michael Jackson's memorial. Omgosh, saw Kobe Bryantttttttttttttttt! He only talked for a few minutes though, while this other basketball guy had like, a full essay. :( He's soo cuteeeeeee, his dimple makes him cuter, tehehe. =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I swear Michael Jackson's kids are so cute. Paris Jackson made me cry at the end when she went to talk and she was like, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Ever since I was born daddy has been the best father you could ever imagine"&lt;/span&gt;, while in the middle of crying. Ngawww! :S&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today's downloads:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;li style="color: rgb(227, 108, 39);"&gt;Ace Hood ft. Jeremih - Love Somebody&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="color: rgb(227, 108, 39);"&gt;Adonis - Wardrobe&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="color: rgb(227, 108, 39);"&gt;Ashley Rose ft. Travis (Of NLT) - B.F.F.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="color: rgb(227, 108, 39);"&gt;Backstreet Boys - Callin' Your Name&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="color: rgb(227, 108, 39);"&gt;Brandy ft. Ne-Yo - Too Little Too Late&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Chasity - No Where&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Chris Brown ft. Teyana Taylor - I'm Illy&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Chrishan - Futuristic Love&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Chrishan - Give Up On Me&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Claude Kelly - One Thing I Did Right&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Dontae - Empty&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="color: rgb(227, 108, 39);"&gt;Dontae - Lost Without Your Love&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Hani - Adrenaline&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Israel - Incredible&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="color: rgb(227, 108, 39);"&gt;J Rice - Fire Is Dying&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Jarvis - Rockin' &amp;amp; Rollin'&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="color: rgb(227, 108, 39);"&gt;Jeremy Greene ft. Pitbull - Rain&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="color: rgb(227, 108, 39);"&gt;Jeremy Greene - Heart Strings&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="color: rgb(227, 108, 39);"&gt;Jessica Jarrell - Armageddon&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="color: rgb(227, 108, 39);"&gt;Jessica Mauboy - Do It Again&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="color: rgb(227, 108, 39);"&gt;Jordin Sparks - Emergency (911)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="color: rgb(227, 108, 39);"&gt;Jordin Sparks - Walking On Snow&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="color: rgb(227, 108, 39);"&gt;Keyshia Cole - Lost In Your Love&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="color: rgb(227, 108, 39);"&gt;Kristina DeBarge - Future Love&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="color: rgb(227, 108, 39);"&gt;Lady Gaga - 2nd Time Around&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="color: rgb(227, 108, 39);"&gt;Lauren Evans - Undivided&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="color: rgb(227, 108, 39);"&gt;Lee Carr - Crazy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="color: rgb(227, 108, 39);"&gt;Lee Carr - Do Over&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="color: rgb(227, 108, 39);"&gt;Lemar - U Got Me&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="color: rgb(227, 108, 39);"&gt;Leona Lewis - Strangers&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="color: rgb(227, 108, 39);"&gt;Lil Eddie - Break The Habit &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="color: rgb(227, 108, 39);"&gt;Lil Eddie - I Found You First&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="color: rgb(227, 108, 39);"&gt;Lil Eddie - The Future&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="color: rgb(227, 108, 39);"&gt;Mario ft. Brandy - Boom In It&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Marques Houston - Excited&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Martin Kember - Small Price To Pay&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="color: rgb(227, 108, 39);"&gt;Melanie Fiona - Magic&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="color: rgb(227, 108, 39);"&gt;Ne-Yo - Round &amp;amp; Round&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Nicole Scherzinger - Powers Out&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="color: rgb(227, 108, 39);"&gt;NLT - HSSH&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="color: rgb(227, 108, 39);"&gt;NLT - Unrehearsed&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="color: rgb(227, 108, 39);"&gt;Pen Up Girls - Air Of The Night&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Pitbull - Give Me A Bottle&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Quinton Storm - Get Away&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Rico Law - Wet&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Rob Allen - Explosive&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Sterling Simms - Be A Friend&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Steve-O - Get It Girl&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="color: rgb(227, 108, 39);"&gt;Terry Mack - Letting Go&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="color: rgb(227, 108, 39);"&gt;The Cure Writers - Won't Cry Today&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="color: rgb(227, 108, 39);"&gt;The Pussycat Dolls - Psycho&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="color: rgb(227, 108, 39);"&gt;The Senate - Baddest Behaviour&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="color: rgb(227, 108, 39);"&gt;Tinchy Stryder ft. Amelle - Never Leave You&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Titus Johnson - Don't Look Down&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Titus Johnson - How Does It Taste&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Tre (of ATL) - True Love&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Tyrone - Not Gonna Act Like That&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="color: rgb(227, 108, 39);"&gt;Unknown - Circle Of Love&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;Woah shittttt, what a massive music update list. LOLOLLS. (H)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9087740336687655039-1901242789731437558?l=artof-love.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://artof-love.blogspot.com/feeds/1901242789731437558/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9087740336687655039&amp;postID=1901242789731437558&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9087740336687655039/posts/default/1901242789731437558'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9087740336687655039/posts/default/1901242789731437558'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://artof-love.blogspot.com/2009/07/oh-em-gee.html' title='BLUDGE'/><author><name>LISAAA.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10430451975237156408</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-_zFr1_qe7g/SpTNsi0BVEI/AAAAAAAAAD8/rqMjKHb_Nkg/S220/SDC10369.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9087740336687655039.post-8520405759833778830</id><published>2009-07-01T22:13:00.001+10:00</published><updated>2009-07-01T22:19:51.513+10:00</updated><title type='text'>I'M TOO LAZY</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Happy 17th Birthday Ranou! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hope you had a good day while you're sick. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mannn, haven't blogged since Saturday! Can't be bothered, and I'm also capped. So yeah. But I need to keep this blog alive! So I'll blog as much as I can. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmmm, nothing much happened for the past 4 days. Just the usual events, I guess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Sunday - &lt;/span&gt;Mmms, tutor for like, 3 and a half hours. Been so behind on work cause I haven't had tutor for about 6 weeks or something. Also had tutor today as well. Cause my damn tutor teacher decided to change the day to a Wednesday. Which means I had 2 days of tutor in a week! Just got back home like, an hour agoish. Tiredddd. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Monday - &lt;/span&gt;I don't remember if anything happened on Monday. So whatever, screw it LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Tuesday - &lt;/span&gt;Well, I had Ancient History first period. We watched Gladiator. And I was so tired that I just slept throughout the whole period and movie. Had a nice little nap! Hehe. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Double split period of English afterwards. Ohh, ew. I just sat there, slept and listened to my iPod, even though there was work to do. But the teacher never says anything so oh well, haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had assembly after recess. Omgggg, S. Teheheeee. He's so hot man, I swear to fucking god LOL. Droools. A lot of people were sick, so everyone kept constantly coughing non-stop. Like, a whole heap of people were. Then he thought people were pretending to cough and started telling them off and shit .. when they were actually serious. LOL, is he seriously i.m or i.m? He was being a bitch, but still hot. ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had SRC meeting at lunch that took up half my lunch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then had Chem after lunch. I hate my fucking Chem teacher. I hope he dies. The end. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We didn't have Debrincat for Physics, again. Haven't had him for like, a few lessons already. I'm starting to dislike his ways of teaching cause he doesn't teach us much. I'd rather we had Phull as our teacher. Also, for my benefit too. 2 in 1, hahaha! ;D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Wednesday -&lt;/span&gt; I was soo seriously, literally DEAD in Business Studies this morning. Felt so sleepy, so I tried to sleep but I couldn't get comfortable so I ended up staying awake for the whole period while dying. Needed coffee! Damn Andrew drank all of Gorden's strong espresso. That would've kept me awake for a while if I had a couple of sips, but nooo. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maths was bludgy. I didn't do much work cause the teacher was explaining stuff on the board for practically the whole period.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Omfg, Chem teacher pissed me off man. Cathy was doing work for another subject, and then he full rages at her and confiscates her book. Then I was going to make a comment, and it wasn't even rude! But while I was in the middle of talking he cut me off and he's like &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Lisa! Mind your own business, I don't wanna hear your rude comments. From now on, you're restricted from talking in my class!"&lt;/span&gt;. Some shit like that, I don't remember. Gosh, so much for telling me that he didn't have anything personal against me. Sifffffff! Fuck you ==.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We continued to watch Gladiator in Ancient History today. Ms Hampson hasn't been in for quite a while. She's probably sick again. Poor thing. She's cute, LOL! All I did was go on net on my phone, and have my iPod on. The movie was disguisting. Full blood and guts. Ew.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Got to get out of class early cause I was gonna sell Talent Quest tickets with Christine at lunch. I walked to the quad to meet Christine but didn't see her yet. So then I just sat there checking out S instead. Omg full nice, hahaha! ;DDDD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Christine came afterwards and we went around looking for the stuff we needed. Took us a while. Made the boys carry the tables from the PE portable out onto the quad for us, and back inside the classroom as well. I don't mind sitting there selling, but we were getting a little black from the sun LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Instead of sport today, we had to watch this Crossroads drama play thing. Went for a period and a half or something. It was good though, I wouldn't mind watching something like that again. When it finished we just sat in the quad waiting for the bell to go. I went down to play basketball with the guys for a bit, rofls. Well, not actually play, just stand around telling them to pass me the ball so I could shoot. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't wait for holidaaaays! Thank god they're so soon, cause I'm getting sick of school. Need a break from it. It feels like this week is the last week of school although we have an extra week. All I've been doing in class is bludging lately. Haven't done quizzes on my blog for a while, must find some more soon! =D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9087740336687655039-8520405759833778830?l=artof-love.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://artof-love.blogspot.com/feeds/8520405759833778830/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9087740336687655039&amp;postID=8520405759833778830&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9087740336687655039/posts/default/8520405759833778830'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9087740336687655039/posts/default/8520405759833778830'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://artof-love.blogspot.com/2009/07/im-too-lazy.html' title='I&apos;M TOO LAZY'/><author><name>LISAAA.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10430451975237156408</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-_zFr1_qe7g/SpTNsi0BVEI/AAAAAAAAAD8/rqMjKHb_Nkg/S220/SDC10369.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9087740336687655039.post-2383926348340589550</id><published>2009-06-27T18:59:00.010+10:00</published><updated>2009-06-28T12:57:44.455+10:00</updated><title type='text'>I LOVE TRANSFORMERS! ;D</title><content type='html'>Oh oh! &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Happy 16th Birthday Leanne!&lt;/span&gt; For yesterday, since I didn't blog yesterday. ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Omg, had to get up like so early to get ready and go to Cabra station and meet up with everyone. Got up at 8am and went to brush my teeth and get ready. Then Cathy texted everyone to get up. But I was already up. :) I was so seriously excited for Transformers! Heheee. :DD My dad kept rushing me to leave the house so I was rushing all over the place and didn't get to take my camera with me. Boooo! Sucks. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I got there, Cathy, Christine, Arthur and Xue were there. Well, that's all the people that I remember seeing when I arrived. Then a few minutes later everyone else started coming. Had to wait for Andrew, Thomas, Cynthia and Michelle. But Cynthia and Michelle were going to lag it so they told us to leave when Andrew and Thomas came. We were meant to catch the 9.02am train but had to wait for others so we caught the 9.10am train instead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Took the Bankstown line which took us a million years to get to the city. I think we got there around 10.30am or something? Walked to Imax, stood around, bought popcorn and drinks. The guys went to Maccas and came back after a long while. So much for coming back in 10 minutes. LOL, fat cunts. Then we went to line up and we were sorta in front of the line. Had another hour-ish or some shit until the movie session started so we just sat on the floor for an hour.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saw Joey and the other ex year 12s there as well. It felt like aaages until we finally were allowed to go inside. I was full excited, hahaha. :) Omgosh, I needed to go pee so badly during the movie. Sat there for about an hour or two holding it in. Cathy told me to go toilet but it was pitch black and a hassle to get through everyone's feet. Plus, I didn't wanna miss part of the movie! Then when the movie ended Christine and I full rushed to the toilets cause we were dying, ROFL. I got teary in some scenes. :( But I'm not gonna spoil it, just in case people haven't seen it yet. But it's sooo tempting! Lmao.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Update 10.24pm - &lt;/span&gt;Omfgggggggs! I just found out Patrick was there! Like omggggg, can't believe I didn't see him! Saw his friend that sat next to him .. but I didn't see him. Argh, full blind or what ?! Far out, full annoyed now. :@ :@ :@. He's so cuteee. Missed my chance to see that face cause I haven't seen it for aaaages! :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the movie, we went to Market City to eat and shop. I was starving my ass off. Bought a sushi roll, but that didn't get me full at all. Went around and into stores, but there wasn't really anything that I liked. So I ended up going home with jackshit! Except for some Smiggle stationary .. but that was it. Actually, we all ended up coming back with nothing. How disappointingggg T___T. Would've went shopping elsewhere but we didn't have enough time since it was already getting late. So we decided to go home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before we went home, stopped by at Maccas. Headed off to Central station at like, 4.30pm-5ish? Me and Leanne ate our food while we were on the train, lolls. Got back home at 5.30pm, went to shower .. and now I'm here. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I swear, getting up early was soooo worth it. It was freaking awesomeeee shit.&lt;br /&gt;Shia Labeouf, Josh Duhamel, Megan Fox = Hottttttt! *drools. Yeah, I kinda repeated myself like, a million times already LOL.&lt;br /&gt;Upload photos later or when I get them, even though there weren't many but yeah. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i683.photobucket.com/albums/vv196/love-lisaa/transformerrs.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 346px;" src="http://i683.photobucket.com/albums/vv196/love-lisaa/transformerrs.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i683.photobucket.com/albums/vv196/love-lisaa/transformers.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 346px;" src="http://i683.photobucket.com/albums/vv196/love-lisaa/transformers.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i683.photobucket.com/albums/vv196/love-lisaa/imax-train.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 346px;" src="http://i683.photobucket.com/albums/vv196/love-lisaa/imax-train.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i683.photobucket.com/albums/vv196/love-lisaa/imax.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 346px;" src="http://i683.photobucket.com/albums/vv196/love-lisaa/imax.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i683.photobucket.com/albums/vv196/love-lisaa/transformers-onthetrain.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 346px;" src="http://i683.photobucket.com/albums/vv196/love-lisaa/transformers-onthetrain.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i683.photobucket.com/albums/vv196/love-lisaa/trainagain.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 346px;" src="http://i683.photobucket.com/albums/vv196/love-lisaa/trainagain.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&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/9087740336687655039-2383926348340589550?l=artof-love.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://artof-love.blogspot.com/feeds/2383926348340589550/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9087740336687655039&amp;postID=2383926348340589550&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9087740336687655039/posts/default/2383926348340589550'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9087740336687655039/posts/default/2383926348340589550'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://artof-love.blogspot.com/2009/06/i-love-transformers-d.html' title='I LOVE TRANSFORMERS! ;D'/><author><name>LISAAA.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10430451975237156408</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-_zFr1_qe7g/SpTNsi0BVEI/AAAAAAAAAD8/rqMjKHb_Nkg/S220/SDC10369.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9087740336687655039.post-7995787154155938554</id><published>2009-06-24T22:00:00.002+10:00</published><updated>2009-06-28T12:46:44.936+10:00</updated><title type='text'>HEADACHE &amp; DIZZY</title><content type='html'>I'm getting lazy to blog nowadays. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm, I had double English first two periods this morning. Teacher brought in bags of cookies for us, like she always does every double. The girls and I didn't feel like eating cause we were full from breakfast, so we just left it there. Then, during the middle of the double or something, I felt hungry so I opened the bag and ate like .. 2 cookies. Me being the only one to eat them too LOL, made me look full fat!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As usual, we did jackshit in English. I felt sooo freaking sleepy and tired, so I just had my head on the table with my iPod on half the lesson. :) The guys were playing some retarded game. It was like spin the bottle ... except it was spin the scissors and the person that's the blackest owns Zebra. ROFL, so lame. *rolls eyes. And zebra = a code name, btw. ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My group was pretty empty at recess, cause they had to do the Maths Olympiad thing. So it was just me, Cathy, Sophie and Vyvian. It's been such shit weather since like, Saturday or something. Gosh, stupid rain. I swear, half the grade is like, full sick. Well maybe not half but A LOT of people I know are sick. Swine flu or whatttt? I hope not. :| I have a headache and I feel dizzy at the moment. Went to brush my teeth earlier and I couldn't walk straight. :S&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;GET WELL SOON EVERYONE! x.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maths was after recess. Andrew came into my Maths class cause he didn't wanna do the Olympiad, and his whole class was gone, so yeah. I didn't feel like doing maths, so I sat there helping people instead. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, Jackie and Tritin were gone when we had Business Studies since they were doing the Maths Olympiad shit. So that left Andrew and I. Allison decided to come sit next to me, since Jacinta was gone as well. Me and Andrew were full struggling to fill in the cloze passage after a while, so we just gave up. Needed Jackie to help us but nooo, he wasn't there. Bitch. Lol! Kidding. :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We just went down the courts to watch the guys play tennis at sport. Rofl, everyone was so sleepy and tired that we ended up lying on the ground, using our bags as pillows - to sleep. :D Not that comfortable cause the bottom of my back hurt afterwards LOL. Took group photos and random shots of us all lying down, haha. Then we went to buy food to eat and after that, lied down to sleep again. Jenn called me and full interrupted my sleep at one point! Just when I was getting comfortable too. :@&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What a nice day at sport. We should do that more often, lmaos. I'm gonna go to sleep now, hope this headache goes away! I hope everyone gets better tooooo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i683.photobucket.com/albums/vv196/love-lisaa/sport-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 332px; height: 287px;" src="http://i683.photobucket.com/albums/vv196/love-lisaa/sport-1.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i683.photobucket.com/albums/vv196/love-lisaa/sport.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 332px; height: 287px;" src="http://i683.photobucket.com/albums/vv196/love-lisaa/sport.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i683.photobucket.com/albums/vv196/love-lisaa/sportt.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 332px; height: 287px;" src="http://i683.photobucket.com/albums/vv196/love-lisaa/sportt.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&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/9087740336687655039-7995787154155938554?l=artof-love.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://artof-love.blogspot.com/feeds/7995787154155938554/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9087740336687655039&amp;postID=7995787154155938554&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9087740336687655039/posts/default/7995787154155938554'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9087740336687655039/posts/default/7995787154155938554'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://artof-love.blogspot.com/2009/06/headache-dizzy.html' title='HEADACHE &amp; DIZZY'/><author><name>LISAAA.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10430451975237156408</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-_zFr1_qe7g/SpTNsi0BVEI/AAAAAAAAAD8/rqMjKHb_Nkg/S220/SDC10369.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9087740336687655039.post-2725615255082766077</id><published>2009-06-22T20:22:00.001+10:00</published><updated>2009-06-22T21:42:38.521+10:00</updated><title type='text'>SUCCESS</title><content type='html'>I stayed up till like, 12.30am last night organising my palm cards, trying to memorise my lines for the Business Studies presentation that was today .. while on MSN with my phone at the same time, LOL. Then I got sleepy so decided to go to sleep, since I'd end up dead today if I didn't sleep earlier.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My day wasn't really eventful, as usual. Did the usual school routine like I do every morning. Had Maths first period and I did a bit of work, then just sat there going over my speech cause I couldn't be bothered doing any work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorta bludged Physics afterwards as well, since we didn't have Debrincat. Sophie wanted me to guess these song lyrics. Sounded full i.m. I just sat there for like, 20 minutes or so trying to figure out the synonym of talk .. the missing word that I needed for the lyrics. Eventually guessed it after a long while, it was say. Can't believe I didn't think of that earlier, haha. But yeah the lyrics were something like .. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"One thing to say, three words four you, I love you." &lt;/span&gt;Some shit like that. Would you agree that it's i.m, or i.m? LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then she got me to guess the song title and I tried everything but didn't get it. Full frustrating man LOL. Turned out the title was &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"One Two Three Four&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;I swear you better not have heard the wrong title again or something, roooofl. :P The song has a weird title and lyrics. What type of music do you listen to man! Lmaos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Recess, same as every other recess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;English was bludgy cause we didn't have Deveny, so everyone just did whatever. But then again, it's not like we ever do much work anyway. Jackie and I sat there timing our speeches for the presentation. I hate English. Yay. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ergh, Chem was so god damn annoying. Stupid teacher won't let me sit next to my friends anymore. Totally isolates me now. :( Bastard. So I made a comment that offended him, big deal. He couldn't take it so he takes revenge on me by doing this LOL. What a loser.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went over my Business Studies speech at lunch, attempting to memorise some of the stuff .. but all I remembered was the first palm card, haha. Oh well, it was a success anyway! I was so scared, but I felt confident during the middle of the speech. So yeah, all good. Owned it for sure! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyone's presentation took up the whole double period. So Jackie, Andrew and I sat there going, omgggg so sleepy LOL. After that was done, the bell rang so it was home time. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ohhh man, gotta find a small business to research on real soon! Need to hand in the stupid slip with the details of the business and all that shit by this Friday. I'm sooo screwed T___T. It's so stupid, why couldn't we just provide the details when we hand in our assignment. It's not even due till like, 8 weeks later or something. Ergh, how annoying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Need to remind myself to go down to Greenies tomorrow morning and buy myself a new Ancient History book cause mine died. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haven't updated on what I've been downloading for a while.&lt;br /&gt;Today's downloads:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;2XL - Naked&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Anthony Davis - Without You&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Ashe Watson - A Love Song&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="color: rgb(255, 0, 128);"&gt;Jonas Brothers ft. Miley Cyrus - Before The Storm&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="color: rgb(255, 0, 128);"&gt;Lil Eddie - Remember&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="color: rgb(255, 0, 128);"&gt;Monica - Taxi&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Nina Sky ft. Flo-Rida &amp;amp; Pitbull - Get Up On This&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="color: rgb(255, 0, 128);"&gt;Sammie - Jam On Me&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="color: rgb(255, 0, 128);"&gt;Stevie Hoang - So Cold&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9087740336687655039-2725615255082766077?l=artof-love.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://artof-love.blogspot.com/feeds/2725615255082766077/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9087740336687655039&amp;postID=2725615255082766077&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9087740336687655039/posts/default/2725615255082766077'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9087740336687655039/posts/default/2725615255082766077'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://artof-love.blogspot.com/2009/06/success.html' title='SUCCESS'/><author><name>LISAAA.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10430451975237156408</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-_zFr1_qe7g/SpTNsi0BVEI/AAAAAAAAAD8/rqMjKHb_Nkg/S220/SDC10369.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9087740336687655039.post-7602274400497356830</id><published>2009-06-20T23:00:00.003+10:00</published><updated>2009-06-22T20:23:50.699+10:00</updated><title type='text'>MAN, WHAT A DAY</title><content type='html'>First of all, I'd like to say, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Happy 16th Birthday Allison!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hope you had a good one .. doing Business Studies assignment too, LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So today, I woke up at 10.30am, realising that my parents went somewhere real early o_O. Then I ate breakfast, watched a bit of tv and went to shower. Hopped on net afterwards for a few hours, downloaded a few songs .. and yeahhhh. Oh, weather looked pretty terrible from the stupid rain as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Family decided to go Stockies for shopping at around 12.30pm. Walked around with my mummy, clothes shopping, while my sister and dad went to look for her DS shit. I didn't get to buy any clothing, but I bought black leather boots. :D They were suppose to be $90 but they were on sale for $70. At least I bought something, hehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went back home at around 4pm and got ready to go Leanne's party and pick up Sophie at 5. Oh my fucking gosh, when we got to Leanne's house we were like, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"OMGGG, her house is so big!!!"&lt;/span&gt; I swear it looks like some ice castle mansion shit LOL. It's so prettttttty! I hate you, Leanne. I'm so jealous! T___T.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dived in for Guitar Hero the minute I walked inside her house, hahahaha! Played for a bit and went to eat. Then a couple of other people came. After we finished eating, we went to play again LOL. Full junkie or what? :L. Got interrupted cause we had to take group photos, plus cut the cake. Yeah you probably sensed it, went back to Guitar Hero after that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We just played it for pretty much the whole night. Then I got sick of it so I went to sit at the comps with the others for a bit. And continued on Guitar Hero later on, lmaos. People started to leave and it started to get boring so we just all went upstairs to explore Leanne's room.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Omg, her light thingy is so awesome! Helicopterrr, lols. I just stood at the switch for like, 2 minutes and started turning it on and off cause it was touch. She has a remote for it too. Totally cool shit! Jenn and I were alone in her room after a while cause everyone walked out. Ohh you don't wanna know what we did in there ;D LOL. Nah, we just luvoed for a bit. :) And then my dad came to pick us up, so we went back home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for the night Leanne! I had funnn. :D&lt;br /&gt;I'm so tired now cause I've been out for a while. I can't be bothered blogging in much detail.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll upload the pics when I get them off Leanne .. when she uploads them. Which is probably gonna take a while, since I told her to upload them 2 days ago and she never did, LOL.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9087740336687655039-7602274400497356830?l=artof-love.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://artof-love.blogspot.com/feeds/7602274400497356830/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9087740336687655039&amp;postID=7602274400497356830&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9087740336687655039/posts/default/7602274400497356830'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9087740336687655039/posts/default/7602274400497356830'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://artof-love.blogspot.com/2009/06/man-what-day.html' title='MAN, WHAT A DAY'/><author><name>LISAAA.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10430451975237156408</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-_zFr1_qe7g/SpTNsi0BVEI/AAAAAAAAAD8/rqMjKHb_Nkg/S220/SDC10369.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9087740336687655039.post-2976812584724086148</id><published>2009-06-17T19:32:00.005+10:00</published><updated>2009-06-17T19:45:48.992+10:00</updated><title type='text'>TEHEEEEE! :D</title><content type='html'>I haven't been blogging for the past couple of days cause one, nothing happened on Monday, and two, I've been too caught up in completing my English assessment that's due Friday. I'm multi-tasking as I'm blogging LOL. I finished my visual text last night and as for the written one .. it didn't take me long to find a poem about journeys after school today, which was good. :D Almost done with that one I think .. just need to finish off question 2 and 3. Then I'll start the draft on my monologue tomorrow or something. Cbfff! Seriously. I hate Englishhhhhhhh, *sigh. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, athletics carnival went for 2 days. Yesterday and today. I sort of didn't want to go cause not much people were going cause of English, and I was totally stressing out, turned out all good in the end though cause I've been hardcoring on this stupid assessment for days, and besides, my parents never let me stay home so yeah, kinda got forced to go. But it wasn't so bad. Well, I don't know about the others but for me it was gooood .. well today was good for me. Hahahaha! Oh you should know why. ;D Won't talk about it in detail here though. Like I always say, it's for me to know and for you to find out. Hehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All we did was sit, eat, talk, and watch people compete in field events and track events. The first day was kinda boring. Except there were some funny moments. Like when this kid was doing the hurdles, instead of jumping over them, he just crawled under LOL. That was hilarious!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then, Ben Ages was running and he was coming 2nd .. then he slipped and slid on his ass cause of the rain and came 1st, lmaoooooo. There was this other moment where people were power walking around the oval and Hendrix and this other guy walked like freaking girls or some shit HAHAHA.  They were full moving their hips and arms. Ahh, funny funny. Might not sound funny but if you actually saw it you'd be laughing your head off. Sophie and I cracked up so hard when we saw that. Especially that random guy, rofls.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had fun today, more than I did yesterday. Well first of all it was because of P ... as usual LOL. I'm not gonna tell you what happened, but that made my day, hehehehe! :)  ..Okay, make that it was only fun cause of him. :L Gosh, love him man LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sophie and I kept going to the toilets to refill the mini water gun. And kept annoying people by continuously shooting them, lmao.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I forgot to charge my iPod last night so it didn't really last for long today. Had to survive with no music. :( Kim made me go down to the field to watch her do long jump and Sandy came along with us. While we were down there, it started raining so David, Ranou and I went back up to the grandstands. Encountered P again. :) Everytime we saw each other we always had smiles on our faces. Ngaw, we're so cute. :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And yeah, kept going down the field and back up again. To me, it seemed like the field was much more fun than being up in the grandstands for some reason. But then again, I also liked it cause we kept walking past P. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As athletics was nearing to an end, we watched the teachers vs. students relays. And S was in it! Boy oh boy is he hotttttt. He's pretty fast as well. Wouldn't be surprised though since he is a PE teacher. Believe it or not, Edinborough is like, full fast as well. In the end we thought the students won, but apparently .. according to Phull there was a foul in passing so then the teachers ended up winning for like the 12th year in a row or some shit. I sweaaaaar they full rig it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Participated in house war crys and Red won. Thought we would lose considering there wasn't that much people compared to all the other houses. But yaaay! I think we won athletics as well cause when there was a last minute score update we overtook Gamma. We're fully awesomeeeee. (H)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Got back to school at around 2.20pm and just sat there for like, 15 minutes waiting for the bell to go. Double Physics tomorrow ?! Yaaay! I haven't finished my pracs though &gt;&lt;. Oh ew, double Chem wrecks my morning every Thursday.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9087740336687655039-2976812584724086148?l=artof-love.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://artof-love.blogspot.com/feeds/2976812584724086148/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9087740336687655039&amp;postID=2976812584724086148&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9087740336687655039/posts/default/2976812584724086148'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9087740336687655039/posts/default/2976812584724086148'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://artof-love.blogspot.com/2009/06/teheeeee-d.html' title='TEHEEEEE! :D'/><author><name>LISAAA.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10430451975237156408</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-_zFr1_qe7g/SpTNsi0BVEI/AAAAAAAAAD8/rqMjKHb_Nkg/S220/SDC10369.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9087740336687655039.post-8724862421823803119</id><published>2009-06-14T19:51:00.001+10:00</published><updated>2009-06-14T19:53:36.773+10:00</updated><title type='text'>STRESS</title><content type='html'>Arrrrgh, I'm so gonna be stressing hardout this week. I haven't started English yet, which is due this Friday. Decided on my visual text. Now I need to find a written text as well. Fuuuuck! Kill me now. Damn you, English. :( I don't even fully understand what the questions are asking, so lostttt. ..I think I need to go back to tutor LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Need to finish writing up the 3 Physics pracs into my prac book, which is due tomorrow. I just need to complete the observations and discussions. Business Studies presentation is due next Monday, hopefully I'll get that done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why does it have to be so freaking cold in the night ?! I'm always freezing to death. Ergh, school tomorrow. I wish it was holidays already. Getting sick of all the workload. I'm excited to go watch Transformers 2 in about 2 weeks or so. :D Can't wait!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haven't been doing much all weekend, continued on Business Studies assessment and watched my visual text again, for English. Oh, I recharged yesterday cause of the $50 weekend bonus thing. Yaaay. :) But other than that, that was pretty much it. Boring weekend as usual.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today's downloads:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Adonis ft. Jusmula - Broken&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Andre Merritt - Back Again&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Fabolous ft. Trey Songz - Last Time (Gotta Go)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Heather Bright ft. James - Drommene&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Martin Kember - Champion In The Mirror&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Rozelle - Gone&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Rozelle - Suicide&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Rozelle - What Went Wrong&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Ryan Leslie ft. J.Rocwell - Something (remix)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;TC - Never Like This&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9087740336687655039-8724862421823803119?l=artof-love.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://artof-love.blogspot.com/feeds/8724862421823803119/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9087740336687655039&amp;postID=8724862421823803119&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9087740336687655039/posts/default/8724862421823803119'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9087740336687655039/posts/default/8724862421823803119'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://artof-love.blogspot.com/2009/06/stress.html' title='STRESS'/><author><name>LISAAA.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10430451975237156408</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-_zFr1_qe7g/SpTNsi0BVEI/AAAAAAAAAD8/rqMjKHb_Nkg/S220/SDC10369.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9087740336687655039.post-391074736294370702</id><published>2009-06-13T13:54:00.003+10:00</published><updated>2009-10-02T12:32:20.262+10:00</updated><title type='text'>I can't have it both ways, I'm sorry that I said goodbye, people say I did the right thing, but they don't have to cry</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: courier new;"&gt;♪&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: courier new;"&gt; Just Can't Have It - Esmee Denters&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Omg, this song really relates to me. Makes me think about the past.. :X Quite a few songs do, actually. Like, Jessica Mauboy - Because, Heather Bright - Get A Life, and this song. It's a good song though.&lt;br /&gt;Esmee Denters - Just Can't Have It.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/3JuDFnTAKiA&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/3JuDFnTAKiA&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just can't have it, just can't have it&lt;br /&gt;Said I just can't have it, just can't have it&lt;br /&gt;Just can't have it, just can't have it&lt;br /&gt;No I just can't have it, just can't have it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's been about 20 days now&lt;br /&gt;And the truth is that I really miss you, in my life&lt;br /&gt;I heard that bouncing back was easy&lt;br /&gt;But I can't seem to get you off my mind&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I know that you can't hear me&lt;br /&gt;But I think about you every day&lt;br /&gt;And I have the shortest memory&lt;br /&gt;But I can't forget the pain,&lt;br /&gt;That I felt when you went away&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't have it both ways&lt;br /&gt;I'm sorry that I said goodbye&lt;br /&gt;People say I did the right thing&lt;br /&gt;But they don't have to cry&lt;br /&gt;I can love you for all the thing that you are&lt;br /&gt;And then hate you for all the things that you're not&lt;br /&gt;I want you to go, I want you to stay&lt;br /&gt;But I can't have it both ways, I can't have it both ways&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You used to put the S in selfish&lt;br /&gt;Most time the only one you cared for, was yourself&lt;br /&gt;But then you go and put the A in affection&lt;br /&gt;And you could make me forget about everything else&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I know that you can't hear me&lt;br /&gt;But I think about you every day&lt;br /&gt;And I have the shortest memory&lt;br /&gt;But I can't forget the pain,&lt;br /&gt;That I felt when you went away&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't have it both ways&lt;br /&gt;I'm sorry that I said goodbye&lt;br /&gt;People say I did the right thing&lt;br /&gt;But they don't have to cry&lt;br /&gt;I can love you for all the thing that you are&lt;br /&gt;And then hate you for all the things that you're not&lt;br /&gt;I want you to go, I want you to stay&lt;br /&gt;But I can't have it both ways, no I can't have it both ways&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hating, hate is overrated baby&lt;br /&gt;So are all the mistakes we make in life&lt;br /&gt;Just to keep our pride...&lt;br /&gt;I can't have it both ways&lt;br /&gt;I really want it that way, but I love it this way&lt;br /&gt;I can't have it both ways&lt;br /&gt;I can't have it both ways&lt;br /&gt;I really want it&lt;br /&gt;And I love you and hate you&lt;br /&gt;You gone then you stay&lt;br /&gt;I fight you tomorrow but want you today&lt;br /&gt;It's all the same and I just can't have it both ways&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't have it both ways&lt;br /&gt;I'm sorry that I said goodbye&lt;br /&gt;People say I did the right thing&lt;br /&gt;But they don't have to cry&lt;br /&gt;I can love you for all the thing that you are&lt;br /&gt;And then hate you for all the things that you're not&lt;br /&gt;I want you to go, I want you to stay&lt;br /&gt;But I can't have it both ways, no I can't have it both ways&lt;br /&gt;I can't have it both ways&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just can't have it, I can't have it both ways&lt;br /&gt;Said I just can't have it, just can't have it&lt;br /&gt;Just can't have it, just can't have it&lt;br /&gt;No I just can't have it, just can't have it&lt;br /&gt;I can't have it both ways.&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/9087740336687655039-391074736294370702?l=artof-love.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://artof-love.blogspot.com/feeds/391074736294370702/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9087740336687655039&amp;postID=391074736294370702&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9087740336687655039/posts/default/391074736294370702'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9087740336687655039/posts/default/391074736294370702'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://artof-love.blogspot.com/2009/06/i-cant-have-it-both-ways-im-sorry-that.html' title='I can&apos;t have it both ways, I&apos;m sorry that I said goodbye, people say I did the right thing, but they don&apos;t have to cry'/><author><name>LISAAA.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10430451975237156408</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-_zFr1_qe7g/SpTNsi0BVEI/AAAAAAAAAD8/rqMjKHb_Nkg/S220/SDC10369.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9087740336687655039.post-1967866994204745410</id><published>2009-06-12T22:56:00.005+10:00</published><updated>2009-10-02T12:32:36.520+10:00</updated><title type='text'>So give me a reason to prove me wrong, to wash this memory clean, let the floods cross the distance in your eyes, give me reason to fill this hole</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;♪ Linkin Park - New Divide&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Yeah, when I get bored I do quizzes, LOL. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;10 favorites&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; • Favorite Color: Purple&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; • Favorite Food: I don't really have one. Lollies? :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; • Favorite Band: Backstreet Boys, New Kids On The Block&lt;/span&gt;, The Fray&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; • Favorite Movie: Don't have one&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; • Favorite Sport: LOL? I don't play sport. I'm fat.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; • Favorite Season: Summer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; • Favorite Day Of the Week: Fridays! Cause it's the last day of school meaning weekends. Weekends = sleep in&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; • Favorite Ice Cream Flavor: Cookies &amp;amp; cream, yummm!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; • Favorite Time of Day: Night time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;9 currents&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; • Current Mood: Stressing out&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; • Current Taste: Chocolate&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; • Current Clothes: Pjs and hoodie&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; • Current Computer Background: Lee Min Ho wallpaper ;D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; • Current Finger/Toenail Color: Clear&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; • Current Time: 10:39 pm&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; • Current Surroundings: My room&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; • Current Annoyance(s): My laziness and procrastination&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; • Current Thought: I'm thirsty.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:arial;" &gt; 6 Have You Ever:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; • Have You Ever Dated One Of Your Best Friends: Nope&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; • Have You Ever Broken the Law: Yeah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; • Have You Ever Been Arrested: Nope&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; • Have You Ever Skinny Dipped: Ew that's just dirty&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; • Have You Ever Been on TV: Nop&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; • Have You Ever Kissed Someone You Didn't Know: Nope&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;4 Places You've Been To Today&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; • 1. Home&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; • 2. School&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; • 3. &lt;/span&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; • 4. &lt;/span&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:arial;" &gt; 3 People You Can Tell Anything To&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; • 1. Christine&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; • 2. Jenn&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; • 3. Sophie&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;1 Person You'd Do Anything For:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; I'm not so sure about this ..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;QUESTIONS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;1. Where were you at 11:45 today?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; 11.45am or pm? If it was am, at school in Ancient History. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:arial;" &gt; 2. Ever talked to someone that was high?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; Yeah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;3. Did you have a dream last night?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; Don't think so&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;4. Last message you sent?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; Umm,does checking my credit balance count? LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;5. Last comment you left someone?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; Facebook, Sonny&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; 6. Are you currently frustrated with a girl?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not really&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;7. If it was free and it would work perfectly, would you get plastic surgery?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; No, I'd prefer to stay the way I am, thanks&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;8. Have you ever slapped someone in the face?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; Yeap&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;9.What did you do last night?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; Net, listen to music in bed&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;10. What do you dream about?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; Probably random and silly stuff&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;11. What do you hear right now?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; Music, Steven Russell ft. James Fauntleroy - Senseless&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;12. What is the closest thing to you that is blue?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; My bedroom walls&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;13. Do you like school?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; Sometimes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;14. What is one thing you think about everyday?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; Iuno&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;15. Did you sleep well last night?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; Well, I woke up at 3am cause it was cold so no, not really&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;16. If you had to change your eye color, would you? What would it be?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; Yeah, blue or some blue-greenish colour&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;17. Last thing you wrote your name on?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maths exam&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:arial;" &gt; 18.What do you want for Christmas?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; I'm not sure&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:arial;" &gt; 19. Does it snow where you live?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; Noope, I wish&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;20. Where did you get the pants you're wearing right now?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; My mum bought them for me :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;21. If you could change one thing right now what would it be?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; Everything that screwed up for the past couple of months&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; • Cut yourself: Nope&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; • Yell a lot: Sometimes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; • Hate a lot of people: Why does this question always pop up in every quiz I do? No, I don't hate people but I dislike a lot&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; • Wear dark colors: Sometimes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; • Worn rainbow: I wore rainbow earrings that my cousin gave me, if that counts&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; • Talked on the phone for over 3 hours: Yeah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; • Left the country: Yeah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; • You touched: Keyboard&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; • You talked to: Sister&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Are you:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; • Understanding: Yeap&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; • Moody: Mmhms&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; • Hard working: I try to be&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; • Shy: Nope&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; • Difficult: Nah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; • Sad: Right now? No&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; • Happy: Neutral&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; • Trusting: Not really&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;• Talkative: Yeah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;• Reliable: Not really&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; • Sleepy: No&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; • Lonely: I feel it at random times&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; • What is your birthday? 22nd of April&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; • Job?: Nope, but I want one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;• Broke something?: Yea&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9087740336687655039-1967866994204745410?l=artof-love.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://artof-love.blogspot.com/feeds/1967866994204745410/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9087740336687655039&amp;postID=1967866994204745410&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9087740336687655039/posts/default/1967866994204745410'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9087740336687655039/posts/default/1967866994204745410'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://artof-love.blogspot.com/2009/06/so-give-me-reason-to-prove-me-wrong-to.html' title='So give me a reason to prove me wrong, to wash this memory clean, let the floods cross the distance in your eyes, give me reason to fill this hole'/><author><name>LISAAA.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10430451975237156408</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-_zFr1_qe7g/SpTNsi0BVEI/AAAAAAAAAD8/rqMjKHb_Nkg/S220/SDC10369.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9087740336687655039.post-4004605839488036835</id><published>2009-06-12T19:22:00.013+10:00</published><updated>2009-06-14T16:16:14.347+10:00</updated><title type='text'>SCREWED</title><content type='html'>I finished off the Ancient History presentation thing with Sophie last night at like, 9.30pm .. or something around there. The whole thing was practically copy and paste cause we weren't getting marked on it as it wasn't an assessment and also, I really couldn't be bothered to change stuff. :D I think everyone did that, lols.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that, I did my revision for maths, finished off my previous exercises since miss was taking our  books, and MSNed at the same time. Not a great combo, I know. :P Hopped off the comp when it was almost 11pm and planned to study for Maths exam, which was today. But I didn't end up studying cause I was tired so I just went to sleep, haha. I woke up at 3am-ish cause it was so cold. My feet were freezing so I put my socks on and went back to sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nothing eventful happened today. Or rather, nothing much happens at school any day. All we did in the Ancient History double was listen to people present their topic and yeah. We were meant to watch some documentary but it went through the double so we didn't. I didn't get a chance to sleep either. :( I kept shooting Daniel in the ear with the mini water gun at lunch and he continously raged it everytime LOL. Funny shit. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I studied for Maths for most of the day since we had it last two periods. Omg, I did stupid silly mistakes! So effing annoyed and pissed. I think I did okay though...I sure hope so! :S Left out a question or two. Argh ==. Ah welllll. Glad it's over, so less stress .. for now at least. Still got Business Studies and English to worry about. Got issued the other Business Studies assessment today, as I said before. English is due next Friday and I haven't started, nor have I found my related texts. Fuck me dead. T_T"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And why is it that everytime I post the minutes is always either the numbers 22, 23 or 24?! If you haven't noticed, lol. Rigged.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today's downloads:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li style="color: rgb(39, 174, 232);"&gt;David Correy - Dreamin'&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="color: rgb(39, 174, 232);"&gt;Enrique Iglesias ft. Johnta Austin - Lost Inside Your Love&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Ginuwine ft. Bun B - Trouble&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="color: rgb(39, 174, 232);"&gt;Lashawn Daniels - Dream In The Air&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="color: rgb(39, 174, 232);"&gt;Lil Eddie ft. Tiwa Savage - Love Next Door (Sound Of Falling In Love)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="color: rgb(39, 174, 232);"&gt;Linkin Park - New Divide (Transformers 2) ♥&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Rob (of One Chance) - I Wouldn't Mind&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Teairra Marie - Figure It Out&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="color: rgb(39, 174, 232);"&gt;Unknown - Thousand Tears&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;Addicted to this song! Love itttt. Linkin Park - New Divide&lt;br /&gt;It's from Transformers 2, which is coming out soon. I'm excitedddd! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Z4Ny4eI7Y3E&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Z4Ny4eI7Y3E&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&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/9087740336687655039-4004605839488036835?l=artof-love.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://artof-love.blogspot.com/feeds/4004605839488036835/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9087740336687655039&amp;postID=4004605839488036835&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9087740336687655039/posts/default/4004605839488036835'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9087740336687655039/posts/default/4004605839488036835'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://artof-love.blogspot.com/2009/06/screwed.html' title='SCREWED'/><author><name>LISAAA.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10430451975237156408</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-_zFr1_qe7g/SpTNsi0BVEI/AAAAAAAAAD8/rqMjKHb_Nkg/S220/SDC10369.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9087740336687655039.post-8109115276797449137</id><published>2009-06-11T19:26:00.017+10:00</published><updated>2009-10-02T12:32:56.271+10:00</updated><title type='text'>No I can't quit, you're my bad habit, I know I said I couldn't stay, I try so hard to walk away but girl you got me itching and wishing</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;♪ Varsity - Bad Habit&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chem test was epic fail. I was in the group that had to do the prac first. And it involved using a bunsen burner so that warmed up my hands and then I could write. It was so warm, hehe. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The aim of the experiment was to determine the empirical formula for magnesium oxide. We did it in class so I was alright with the calculations for the results and stuff, but my second page of the exam with questions about the prac was like, empty cause I didn't get enough time to do prac and theory. And you must think a double period is plenty of time, right? But it wasn't T_T. Half the class or more didn't get everything done either.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The bad thing was that my magnesium didn't even burn when I was sitting there for like, 20 minutes or so waiting for it to turn into powder for my results. A couple of people's magnesium didn't do jackshit either. So weird. Sir didn't seem to notice or care when people were sitting right next to each other and talking during the test. Good thing Jackie shared some of his answers with me while we were doing the prac. Hahaha, thanks, you twig! :P I owe you. How about I'll just finish of our Business Studies assignment by myself? LOL. Sif, you wish.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The teacher didn't even divide the time for both groups to do the prac properly cause he didn't even hear the 2nd period bell go. One did theory first, and one did prac. My group got a whole period plus half the second period or something. So the others only had like, 20 minutes to finish theirs off. I got all my theory done except the last question, and left out some of the stuff on the prac cause I didn't finish. == I hope I pass though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Recess was the same as it was cold.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We did another prac for the double period of Physics. Ffs! I'm so sick of Physics pracs, we do one like every single week! We were suppose to hand in our previous pracs that were due today too, but sir didn't say anything about it cause he probably forgot .. so no one handed it in, lol. I haven't finished them yet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We joined classes for a bit so Phull could explain what we were meant to do for our prac. Then we went into our usual room to start on the prac and I kept walking in and out of Phull's class to get equipment, haha. ;D Everytime I walked in he said hi, and that if I walk in without his permission, he'll increase the rate of making the next exam harder. Kept trying to draw on me with chalk too. LOL, that's cute.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went to go get a voltmeter with Sophie since we didn't have one but there was none left. So I told Phull to go get one for me but he made me get it myself. So we walked upstairs to the prep room where they keep all the science equipment and saw Jackie come down with a tray of voltmeters. And so we walked back down back to class when Debrincat told us to go return a thermometer to the prep room ladies. We went to the upstairs prep room thinking that the lady was still in that room, but it turned out she wasn't so we had to go back down to the prep room downstairs. Geeees, what a mission!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, one time Sophie walked in his class for something and he thought it was me so he was like, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Hi Giggles, that's the 4th time." &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; LMAO, how embarrassing man! For him and for Sophie, hahaha. He must've thought it was me cause Sophie and I were both wearing black scarfs. :L. What an awkward moment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;During our experiment, our ammeter went all dodgy so Vyvian and I were going to walk to Phull's class to get another one. While we were going to walk out of our classroom, Debrincat was in the way and asked what we were doing. So we told him that our ammeter was retarded and we were gonna get another one. Then he was like to me, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Is this an excuse to go see Phull again?"&lt;/span&gt; Like ooooooomg. How fucking awkward. I hope he didn't find out. He better be joking about this dammit! :X&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I lagged it when the lunch bell rang cause I had to finish my graph and stuff and show sir before I could leave. And I think I lost my ruler cause I was in a rush to pack my things and forgot to put it in my bag. Noooo! Far out. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Continued watching the movie for English and I just sat there eating my lollies, hehe. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was tired and sleepy in Ancient History due to the movie so I didn't do much work last period.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today's downloads:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Chrishan ft. Meech - Trick Look At Me Now&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Daughtry - No Surprise&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;George Nozuka - Light Show&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Git Fresh - Open Up Your Ears&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Jackie Boyz - Just Do It&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;London - Everything&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Mario - My Baby&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Mateo ft. Kardinal Offishall - We Go Hard&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Ne-Yo - I Got You&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Ne-Yo - More&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Sammie - Rover Music&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Shawn Desman - Just Might Fall In Love&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Shawn Desman - One Word&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Unique - When Brooklyn Calls&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why is Kristen Stewart so pretty/hot forrr? I just randomly found these pics, lols. I like the lighting in the second and third photos. And her eyes. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i683.photobucket.com/albums/vv196/love-lisaa/kristen.png"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 246px;" src="http://i683.photobucket.com/albums/vv196/love-lisaa/kristen.png" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i683.photobucket.com/albums/vv196/love-lisaa/kristen2.png"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 246px;" src="http://i683.photobucket.com/albums/vv196/love-lisaa/kristen2.png" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i683.photobucket.com/albums/vv196/love-lisaa/kristen3.png"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 246px;" src="http://i683.photobucket.com/albums/vv196/love-lisaa/kristen3.png" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Ngaaaw, Backstreet Boys! Love them boys. Their r&amp;amp;b songs are pretty good as well. They look good in this pic. Nick looks so hott! Hehe &lt;3. style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 346px;" src="http://i683.photobucket.com/albums/vv196/love-lisaa/backstreetboys.jpg" alt="" border="0"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9087740336687655039-8109115276797449137?l=artof-love.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://artof-love.blogspot.com/feeds/8109115276797449137/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9087740336687655039&amp;postID=8109115276797449137&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9087740336687655039/posts/default/8109115276797449137'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9087740336687655039/posts/default/8109115276797449137'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://artof-love.blogspot.com/2009/06/no-i-cant-quit-youre-my-bad-habit-i.html' title='No I can&apos;t quit, you&apos;re my bad habit, I know I said I couldn&apos;t stay, I try so hard to walk away but girl you got me itching and wishing'/><author><name>LISAAA.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10430451975237156408</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-_zFr1_qe7g/SpTNsi0BVEI/AAAAAAAAAD8/rqMjKHb_Nkg/S220/SDC10369.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9087740336687655039.post-7109534259438646390</id><published>2009-06-10T20:24:00.003+10:00</published><updated>2009-10-02T12:33:02.347+10:00</updated><title type='text'>If I could paint, I'd paint you a face to light up the sky, and if  my brush could fly, I'd find us a way to meet one more time</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: courier new;"&gt;♪ DC aka Loverboy - If I Could Paint&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 102); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Pick a word that start​s with the first​ lette​r of your first​ name?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Loud&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 102); font-weight: bold;"&gt;What is your react​ion when you see young​ coupl​es in love?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ngaw, how cute&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 102); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Is there​ anyon​e that you care more about​ than yours​elf?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mmms, yeah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 102); font-weight: bold;"&gt;What’​s somet​hing that alway​s gives​ you the chill​s?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I'm cold HAHAHA! :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 102); font-weight: bold;"&gt;In the past 72 hours​ have you been under​ the influ​ence?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 102); font-weight: bold;"&gt;How has this past week been for you?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tiring, freezing, stressful&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 102); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Who are you disap​point​ed in right​ now?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No one, I think :|&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 102); font-weight: bold;"&gt;How many month​s until​ your birth​day?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It already past. But my next birthday would be in 10 months&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 102); font-weight: bold;"&gt;What are you liste​ning to?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nothing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 102); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Who i​s the first​ perso​n in your conta​cts list in your phone​?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Allison&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 102); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Does it bothe​r you when your frien​ds bring​ up your past mista​kes?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not really, depends what it is&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 102); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Name the first​ perso​n you can think​ of that you know that has a tatto​o?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My cousin&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 102); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Are you good at givin​g direc​tions​?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not really, lmao&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 102); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Do you curre​ntly have a hicke​y?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nope&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 102); font-weight: bold;"&gt;When was the last time you talke​d to your numbe​r 1?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't have one&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 102); font-weight: bold;"&gt;If the year consi​sted of only one seaso​n,​​ which​ would​ you choos​e?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Summer&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 102); font-weight: bold;"&gt;When was the last time you cried​ reall​y badly​?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;About a month or two ago, I think&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 102); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Could​ you go out in publi​c looki​ng like you do now?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nooo, walk around in pjs? How embarrassing LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 102); font-weight: bold;"&gt;What was on your mind mostl​y today​?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stupid Chem test&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 153, 102);"&gt;Do you like winte​r time?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No, cause it's so cold!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 102); font-weight: bold;"&gt;What was the last movie​ you watch​ed?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Date Movie&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 102); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Are you tickl​ish?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kinda&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 102); font-weight: bold;"&gt;What’​s the best feeli​ng in the world​?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh gee, this question again? Like I said in one of my previous quizzes, knowing that you're loved&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 102); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Can you play Guita​r Hero?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeap! On hard :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 102); font-weight: bold;"&gt;What’​s on your bedro​om floor​?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shoes, school bag, books&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 102); font-weight: bold;"&gt;How many pierc​ings do you have?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Two&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 102); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Any plans​ for tomor​row?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;School, study for maths test, finish Ancient History&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 102); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Do you wear the hood on your hoodi​e?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rarely&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 102); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Can you succe​ssful​ly blow up and tie a ballo​on?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have trouble tying it up at times&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 102); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Do you want any tatto​os?​​ If so, where​?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nope&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 102); font-weight: bold;"&gt;When is the last time you were in a photo​-​​booth​ takin​g pictu​res with frien​ds?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On my birthday&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 102); font-weight: bold;"&gt;What’​​s the last thing​ you laugh​ed at reall​y hard?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Probably something randomly hilarious&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 102); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Which​ of your frien​ds is the easie​st to talk to?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Most of them&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 102); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Who was the last perso​n you had a deep conve​rsati​on with?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Christine&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 102); font-weight: bold;"&gt;What was the first​ thing​ you thoug​ht this morni​ng?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;School&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 102); font-weight: bold;"&gt;What color​ are your eyes?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dark brown&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 102); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Who do you hate curre​ntly?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No one. I just dislike a lot of people, haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 102); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Do you get the recom​mende​d eight​ hours​ of sleep​ a night​?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On weekdays, sometimes. On weekends, yes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 102); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Inter​ested​ in anyon​e at the momen​t?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't think so&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 102); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Are you in a good mood right​ now?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not really. Stressing out&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 102); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Somet​hing happe​n today​ that made you angry​?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nope&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 102); font-weight: bold;"&gt;What were you doing​ befor​e this surve​y?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MSN&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 102); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Where​ were you at 3:02 AM this morni​ng?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sleeping&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 102); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Do you trust​ peopl​e easil​y?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah :S&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 102); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Do you belie​ve that every​thing​ happe​ns for a reaso​n?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 102); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Reaso​n for the song you're listening to atm?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know? It's on shuffle&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 102); font-weight: bold;"&gt;If you’​​re sleep​ing and someo​ne calls​ you what do you say?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Hello?" ..what else are you suppose to say LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 102); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Ever recei​ve a reall​y long apolo​gy?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nop&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 102); font-weight: bold;"&gt;What’​​s a food that you and your numbe​r one both love?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like I said, I don't have one&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9087740336687655039-7109534259438646390?l=artof-love.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://artof-love.blogspot.com/feeds/7109534259438646390/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9087740336687655039&amp;postID=7109534259438646390&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9087740336687655039/posts/default/7109534259438646390'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9087740336687655039/posts/default/7109534259438646390'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://artof-love.blogspot.com/2009/06/if-i-could-paint-id-paint-you-face-to.html' title='If I could paint, I&apos;d paint you a face to light up the sky, and if  my brush could fly, I&apos;d find us a way to meet one more time'/><author><name>LISAAA.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10430451975237156408</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-_zFr1_qe7g/SpTNsi0BVEI/AAAAAAAAAD8/rqMjKHb_Nkg/S220/SDC10369.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9087740336687655039.post-2838575075660181006</id><published>2009-06-10T19:24:00.003+10:00</published><updated>2009-06-10T20:57:00.417+10:00</updated><title type='text'>I'M GOING TO FAIL</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Omfggg, today was like, the most coldest COLDEST day ever! Colder than yesterday. Well, sunrise this morning said it was going to be 14 degrees, but it felt like bloody -100 degrees or something. Least there was sun, so that kept us warm a bit. I was like, wearing 4 layers of shirts plus my scarf and I was still shivering and freezing. There was also strong wind, which made it worse. The weather didn't warm up at all. Stayed like that for pretty much the whole day. Screw you, winter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I forgot to bring food from home for English cause we were going to watch &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Empire of the Sun"&lt;/span&gt; for the double first two periods. So Christine and I walked to the canteen in the morning and I bought food, while she bought hash browns, lol. Anyway, the movie is based on the novel that we're reading. It was pretty boring, so is the book. Suppose to finish reading part 2  but I'm only at the start of it somewhere LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yeah, we just sat there watching the movie for the double while miss kept walking in and out of the classroom for some reason, lol. My neck was aching cause I had to turn my head to watch it and I couldn't be bothered moving my table around. Ate half of the skittles I bought and gave the rest to David at recess. Didn't finish the movie though, I think we're half way of part two or something..not sure. But yeah, teacher said we'll finish it off next lesson.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We did the same thing we did yesterday at recess. Just stand in the sun for warmth since we were all freezing, and talked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had Maths after recess, and it's always the same. I always sit there and do my work. Full good girl, haha. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had another period to spend time on our Business Studies assignment but as usual, didn't do much. I already started on it anyway. So we'll just continue at home. I copied out the overhead I didn't finish for English yesterday from Andrew's book. And just talked to Jackie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I said, the weather didn't change so all we did was stand in the sun once again. Then when the half bell rang we went down to pay for our sport and head off to tennis. And again, we didn't do anything. We haven't played tennis ever since the start of the term LOL. Sat, ate and talked. While Christine was doing her revision for Maths. We both craved for ice cream even though it was freezing cold, so we went to buy some. :D For some odd reason, I'm always craving for ice cream when it's cold, and I never seem to eat a lot if it when it's summer. Why didn't you come school, Cathy?! :@ Lazy ass, lmao.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need to continue studying for Chem test tomorrow. There's a prac and theory, but the theory is mostly calculations so that's okay I guess. Ahhhh god, I'm scared. Full fail for sure. :( Wish me luck! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Need to finish off my Physics pracs that's due tomorrow as well.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; I hope we'll be able to get our Ancient History thing done by Friday. But we have Maths exam on Friday too! Argh, dammit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apparently, according to Mr Maharaj, my Business Studies teacher .. we're getting another assignment issued on Friday as well. Wtf bro! Our current assignment isn't even due yet and they're giving us the major one now. Goes for like, 8 weeks or something. And you have to research on a business, go interview them and all that shit. Erghhhhh! Just when I wanted a break.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;TO DO LIST:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Finish Ancient History presentation with Sophie - due Friday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Study for Maths test on Friday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Start English assignment - due &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;19/06/09&lt;/span&gt;. (Next week, kill me!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Finish Business Studies - due &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;22/06/09&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I updated on my music today. Here's some of the songs I downloaded:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;Adonis - Broken Wings&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Amerie - Why R U&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;B5 - No.1 Song&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;Claude Kelly - Cry Over You&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Chrishan - He Ain't Gotta Know&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;David Archuleta - Zero Gravity&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;DC aka Loverboy - If I Could Paint &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;Ginuwine ft. Brandy - Bridge Of Love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Letoya - She Ain't Got Shit On Me&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;Lil Eddie - Faithless&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;Mario ft. Ludacris - Spectacular&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Ne-Yo - Take Me Away&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Play-N-Skillz ft. Bun B, Baby Bash &amp;amp; Frankie J&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Range - What It Feels Like&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;Stephon Hendricks - In The Rain&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;The Dream - Hard To Find&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Trey Songz - Wake Up&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;Tyrese - Take Me Away (remix)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;Varsity - Bad Habit &lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;The ones I highlighted in purple are the ones I like. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9087740336687655039-2838575075660181006?l=artof-love.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://artof-love.blogspot.com/feeds/2838575075660181006/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9087740336687655039&amp;postID=2838575075660181006&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9087740336687655039/posts/default/2838575075660181006'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9087740336687655039/posts/default/2838575075660181006'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://artof-love.blogspot.com/2009/06/im-going-to-fail.html' title='I&apos;M GOING TO FAIL'/><author><name>LISAAA.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10430451975237156408</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-_zFr1_qe7g/SpTNsi0BVEI/AAAAAAAAAD8/rqMjKHb_Nkg/S220/SDC10369.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9087740336687655039.post-4766646556971936730</id><published>2009-06-09T22:22:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2009-06-09T22:22:26.136+10:00</updated><title type='text'>OMG IT'S SO COLD</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;My long weekend was the same as usual, stayed home. Well, I went out yesterday for a couple of hours to go eat yum cha at cabra with the family and walk around with my mum, but that was it. I got home and played Wii with my sister for a bit and then hopped on net.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was suppose to be a productive weekend for me, but I ended up procrastinating half the time. Out of the 3 days, I only got work done on Saturday and a little on Sunday. Didn't do any work at all yesterday LOL. I should've, though. Procrastinate way too much. :( The long weekend sure felt like the freaking holidays to me. I wish it was! I hate winter cause it's so cold in the early morning. Which sucks cause I have to get out of bed at 7am to get ready for school when I'd rather stay in bed all day cause it's warm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, my alarm half woke me up this morning and I kept snoozing it several times, just lying there since it was too cold to get out of bed. Then I fell asleep and woke up like, half an hour later LOL. So I only had about 10 minutes to get ready and pack my stuff. Left the house for the bus stop at 7:40am without eating breakfast. Dayum, I was hungry. It was so fucking cold outside! I swear. Should've wore my scarf, lols. The school uniform doesn't keep you warm at all ==.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Got to school at around 8am and then went to the canteen to buy food with Thomas and Raven since they were heading there too. When we got to the canteen we saw the so called &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"&lt;/span&gt; canteen menu". It's sooooooo chat LMAOS! All it is, is writing in chalk on a plank of wood on the canteen building. Like what the hell, full damaging school property man, hahaha! Anyway, I bought 2 hashbrowns for breakfast while Thomas and Raven bought egg and bacon rolls.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm so dope, I realised that I brought my Monday books to school instead of my Tuesday books LOL. It didn't make much of a difference though cause the only book I was missing was my Ancient History book. Hate it when I don't bring my book cause we always copy overheads.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maths first period was normal. I continued working on the revision booklet for the upcoming test on Friday. Geometry can go dieeee! My worst topic ever. Almost done with the booklet though. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had a double split period of Ancient History today, 2nd and 4th period. We copied out overheads, as usual, for the first period. Then after assembly we watched some documentary on the Chinese Qin dynasty or some shit. So boring. I didn't watch it though, just slept throughout the whole thing. Thanks Sophie for not disturbing me today! Rofl. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The girls and I just stood in the sun at recess cause it was so fucking cold! You have no idea. Everyone was practically freezing their asses off. Even with the sun out it was still cold. Which is why I hate winter. Walked off to the canteen to buy food since we were getting hungry, came back and stood in our sunny spot and talked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Assembly was boring, as it always is on week A. Gosh, the singing performances were terrible. My ears were dying, haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was suppose to join SRC like, last year or some shit but when Christine gave me the criteria sheet I just left it on my table. Then I was finally bothered to join SRC so I went to the meeting with Christine, David Nguyen, David Luy and Benny at lunch. Yeah, both the Davids wanted to join as well. They just talked about talent quest and organising for it and everything. Took up our whole lunch. Well, Christine, David, Thomas and I were in the computer room just eating when it was over, then the bell rang a few minutes later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank god my Chem teacher wasn't here. According to Christine, he went on some excursion. I hope he never returns, or dies or something LOL. So rather than having him, we had Miss Tribia instead. Omg, I hate her as well. So fucking annoying! But good thing we joined classes with the other Chem class so it wasn't that bad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We copied overheads for English, but I was too busy playing with Andrew's new phone that I fell behind and full lagged to finish it. Didn't even finish when the bell was about to go, haha. I write kinda slow as well :L.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Argh it's cold cold cold cold! My hands feel like ice at the moment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9087740336687655039-4766646556971936730?l=artof-love.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://artof-love.blogspot.com/feeds/4766646556971936730/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9087740336687655039&amp;postID=4766646556971936730&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9087740336687655039/posts/default/4766646556971936730'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9087740336687655039/posts/default/4766646556971936730'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://artof-love.blogspot.com/2009/06/omg-its-so-cold.html' title='OMG IT&apos;S SO COLD'/><author><name>LISAAA.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10430451975237156408</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-_zFr1_qe7g/SpTNsi0BVEI/AAAAAAAAAD8/rqMjKHb_Nkg/S220/SDC10369.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9087740336687655039.post-3439951757416349935</id><published>2009-06-08T17:23:00.005+10:00</published><updated>2009-10-02T12:33:20.258+10:00</updated><title type='text'>You gave me just one thing but taking from the beginning, you left me a heart ache, how much more could I take</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;font-family:arial;" &gt;♪ Jessica Mauboy - Because&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255); font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;" &gt;1. Where did you kiss the last person you kissed?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Lips&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255); font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;" &gt;2 .What’s the greatest thing that happened to you today?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Absolutely nothing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255); font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;" &gt;3. How many TRUE best friends do you have?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Well iuno, a few I guess&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255); font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;" &gt;4.Would you rather get up early or sleep in?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Sleep in. Who's bothered to get up early&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255); font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;" &gt;5.Tell me about the shirt you’re wearing?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;My purple pjs top again LOL&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255); font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;" &gt;6. What are you excited about right now?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;For assignments/exams to be over, and school holidays :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255); font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;" &gt;8. Would you rather smile over a lie or cry over the truth?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I can't smile and act like nothing's wrong, so that leaves me to cry over the truth&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255); font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;" &gt;9. What’s on your bedroom floor right now?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;My school bag and basket of school books/textbooks&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255); font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;" &gt;10. Who’s the last person you got into a argument with?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;No one.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255); font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;" &gt;11. Do you trust people?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Depends who the people are&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255); font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;" &gt;12. If you could move away, no questions asked, where would you move?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Somewhere in America&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255); font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;" &gt;13. Your favorite number?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Don't have one&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255); font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;" &gt;14. Could you go a day without eating?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Yeap&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255); font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;" &gt;15. Do looks matter to you in a guy/girl?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Yeah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255); font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;" &gt;16. Do you like anybody right now?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Not really&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255); font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;" &gt;17. When was the last time you had your hair cut?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;So long ago that I don't even remember&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255); font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;" &gt;18. Would you rather be mad or sad?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Mad&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255); font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;" &gt;19. Does it take a lot to make you cry?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Not at all&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255); font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;" &gt;20. Whats the best feeling in the world?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Knowing that you're loved&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255); font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;" &gt;21.Are you close with your mom?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Yeah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255); font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;" &gt;22. Are your parents strict?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;They're not as strict as before&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255); font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;" &gt;23. Do you tell your parents everything?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Nope&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255); font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;" &gt;25. Name some fears you have:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Cockroaches, insects, heights at times&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255); font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;" &gt;26. Does the thought of marriage scare you?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;No&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255); font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;" &gt;27. How many kids do you want?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;2&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255); font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;" &gt;28. What’s your favorite season?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Summer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255); font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;" &gt;29. What’s your favorite color to wear?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Black, grey, electric blue&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255); font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;" &gt;30. Who was the last person in your bedroom?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Sister &amp;amp; dad&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255); font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;" &gt;31. What are you doing today?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Going to visit my grandma in the hospital&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255); font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;" &gt;32. Do you get bored easily?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Yes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255); font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;" &gt;33. What’s something that really bothers you?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Assignments/exams&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255); font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;" &gt;34. Did you ever want to change your name when you were younger?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Nope&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255); font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;" &gt;35. Do you wish you were famous?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Sometimes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255); font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;" &gt;36. Do you make a wish at 11:11?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Wtf? LOL. No, who does that :|&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255); font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;" &gt;37. When you go to the beach do you swim or lay out more?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Well, I can't swim so I'd end up drowning.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255); font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;" &gt;38. Who’s the last text message you received from and what did it say?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Cathy: Lisa!! Lol, we're lagging yum cha till 12. And S is coming lol. I know you wanna come :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255); font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;" &gt;39. What are you freakishly obsessed with?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;You tell me ;D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255); font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;" &gt;40. What’s your favorite song at the moment?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Because - Jessica Mauboy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255); font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;" &gt;41. Do you like going to the mall to shop or just shopping online?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Shopping centre :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255); font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;" &gt;42.Can music affect your mood?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Yeah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255); font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;" &gt;43. What piercings do you want?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Another pair on my ears&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255); font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;" &gt;44.Have you ever been to a cave rave?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Wtf is that? Cave rave .. does that even exist? Sounds like a rave party in a cave LOL :|&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255); font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;" &gt;45.Ever eaten a bug?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Ew, yuck. That's disguisting&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255); font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;" &gt;46. When will you hang out with the person you last kissed next?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Probably never&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255); font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;" &gt;47. Are you in a good mood?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Not really..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255); font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;" &gt;48. Would you rather skydive or bungee jump?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Skydive&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255); font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;" &gt;49. Do you like snakes?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;No&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255); font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;" &gt;50. What’s one place you would like to visit?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;America :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255); font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;" &gt;51. Do you like waffles?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Yumm!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255); font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;" &gt;52. Does the number 23 have any significance to you?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;It used to..why bring it up for ?!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255); font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;" &gt;53. Be honest, do you like people in general?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I don't really like a lot of people LOL&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255); font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;" &gt;54. What color are the walls in your bedroom?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Blue&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255); font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;" &gt;55.Do you think starbucks is expensive?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Yeah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255); font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;" &gt;56. Are you named after a family member?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Nope&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255); font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;" &gt;57. Say you were given a drug test right now, would you pass or fail?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Pass&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255); font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;" &gt;58. Wanting to tell someone something?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Not that I can think of&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255); font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;" &gt;59. Last restaurant you went to?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;My mum's work&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255); font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;" &gt;60. What is the weather like today?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Beautiful sunny day&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255); font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;" &gt;61. What happened yesterday?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Sat at home, did homework, net, eat, tv. Boring or boring?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255); font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;" &gt;62. What would you do with five million dollars?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Buy a mansion, BMW z4, Mitsubishi Evo IX, give some of it to my family, go on a massive shopping spree. Yaaay! :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255); font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;" &gt;63. How many hours did you sleep last night?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;11ish hours&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255); font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;" &gt;64. Any upcoming concerts you want to attend?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Ne-yo, New Kids on the Block. But they're on school nights. So yeah, can't go. I'm so fucking disappointed! :(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255); font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;" &gt;65. Who’s the last person that you felt was stalking you?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;That weird guy. Ew.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255); font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;" &gt;66. Have you ever been on your school’s track team?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Nop&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255); font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;" &gt;67. Have you cried today?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Yes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255); font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;" &gt;68. Do you think that someone is thinking about you right now?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Who knows, maybe someone is&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255); font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;" &gt;69. Does it annoy you when someone says they’ll call, but never do?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Yeah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255); font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;" &gt;70. What did you dress up as for Halloween?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Don't celebrate Halloween&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9087740336687655039-3439951757416349935?l=artof-love.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://artof-love.blogspot.com/feeds/3439951757416349935/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9087740336687655039&amp;postID=3439951757416349935&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9087740336687655039/posts/default/3439951757416349935'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9087740336687655039/posts/default/3439951757416349935'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://artof-love.blogspot.com/2009/06/you-gave-me-just-one-thing-but-taking.html' title='You gave me just one thing but taking from the beginning, you left me a heart ache, how much more could I take'/><author><name>LISAAA.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10430451975237156408</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-_zFr1_qe7g/SpTNsi0BVEI/AAAAAAAAAD8/rqMjKHb_Nkg/S220/SDC10369.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9087740336687655039.post-6177475854477068468</id><published>2009-06-07T22:23:00.001+10:00</published><updated>2009-06-07T22:33:22.434+10:00</updated><title type='text'>BLEH</title><content type='html'>Hmm, I didn't do anything today. The girls invited me out for yum cha but I think I'm having yum cha tomorrow, so I didnt go. On top of that, I was lazy to go out as well LOL. Far out I'm so bloody lazy to go anywhere these days. What's wrong with mee. T___T. Other than that, it's been nice and sunny weather for the past few days. Hope it stays like that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Goshhh, I need to start my assignments that are due pretty soon, and study for my exams coming up next week. Good thing for the long weekend. Hopefully I'll get stuff done tomorrow. My attempt to start Business Studies assignment was full fail last night. Only wrote like, one and a half sentences and just left it there afterwards, lmao.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My grandma has been in and out of the hospital quite a lot these past couple of months, cause whenever the medicine deteriorates from her body, she starts to get all tired and stuff again. And she went back in recently.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then this morning while my dad was out to drive my mum to work, my sister came in with the phone while I was still sleeping and woke me up. Talked to one of the nurses at Fairfield Hospital and she asked me all these questions and told me that my grandmother has had a bad turn. She was fine for the past 2 days though.. :/ My dad told me later on that my grandma doesn't have much longer to live and that she'll die soon. I wanted to cry, man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I was home for an hour or so cause my sister and dad went to buy stuff. Told them to get me an ipod case :D My mum came home with dinner from work at around 6. Had rice with crispy chicken. Mmmm. We planned to go visit my grandma at 7ish. Omg, when I was walking outside it was fucking freeezing cold! Started shivering, lmao.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I walked in and said hello to my grandma and I was already on the verge of tears. :( So was my mum, lols. I so knew I was gonna cry as soon as I got there. Stayed there for an hour and went back home at 8, when visiting hours ended. I'm not in a really good mood at the moment. My eyes hurt from crying and my nose hurts from wiping it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I'm just sitting here MSNing, facebooking and checking out blog templates cause I wanna change mine. Cause I'm getting sick of it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9087740336687655039-6177475854477068468?l=artof-love.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://artof-love.blogspot.com/feeds/6177475854477068468/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9087740336687655039&amp;postID=6177475854477068468&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9087740336687655039/posts/default/6177475854477068468'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9087740336687655039/posts/default/6177475854477068468'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://artof-love.blogspot.com/2009/06/i-love-you.html' title='BLEH'/><author><name>LISAAA.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10430451975237156408</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-_zFr1_qe7g/SpTNsi0BVEI/AAAAAAAAAD8/rqMjKHb_Nkg/S220/SDC10369.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9087740336687655039.post-210741036929282834</id><published>2009-06-06T14:58:00.015+10:00</published><updated>2009-10-02T12:33:25.453+10:00</updated><title type='text'>That's when the thunder came and brought the rain, and then the lightning struck, babe we were never the same</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;♪ Mario - Weather Girl&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q. Last thing you ate?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rice &amp;amp; chicken for lunch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left; font-family: arial;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p  style="text-align: left;font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);font-size:100%;" &gt;Q. What’s something you look forward to most in the next 12 weeks?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have no idea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div face="arial" style="text-align: left; font-family: arial;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p  style="text-align: left;font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);font-size:100%;" &gt;Q. What’s annoying you right now?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The load of homework/assignments, plus 2 exams next week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div  style="text-align: left;font-family:arial;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p  style="text-align: left;font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);font-size:100%;" &gt;Q. What’s the last movie you saw?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take The Lead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div face="arial" style="text-align: left;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p  style="text-align: left;font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);font-size:100%;" &gt;Q. Do you believe in long distance relationships?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nope.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div face="arial" style="text-align: left;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p  style="text-align: left;font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);font-size:100%;" &gt;Q: Who is the last person you called?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mum.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div face="arial" style="text-align: left;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p  style="text-align: left;font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Q: Been cheated on?:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Don't think so.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div face="arial" style="text-align: left;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p  style="text-align: left;font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);font-size:100%;" &gt;Q: Do you think that someone is thinking about you right now?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe, who knows.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div face="arial" style="text-align: left;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p  style="text-align: left;font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);font-size:100%;" &gt;Q: Choose one to have (love, beauty, creativity)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How about all three? :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div face="arial" style="text-align: left;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p  style="text-align: left;font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);font-size:100%;" &gt;Q: Do you wish on stars?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nope.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div face="arial" style="text-align: left;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p  style="text-align: left;font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);font-size:100%;" &gt;Q: Does it work?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;..I said I don't wish on stars. Who the hell does that LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div face="arial" style="text-align: left;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p  style="text-align: left;font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255); font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt;Q: Do you untie your shoes every time you take them off?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No, I'm lazy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div face="arial" style="text-align: left;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p  style="text-align: left;font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Q: When did you last cry?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;A few weeks ago.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div face="arial" style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255); font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt;Q: Do you like your handwriting?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nope.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: arial; text-align: left;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);font-size:100%;" &gt;Q: Are you a friendly person?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Depends.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: arial; text-align: left;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);font-size:100%;" &gt;Q: Are you keeping a secret from the world?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: arial; text-align: left;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);font-size:100%;" &gt;Q: Who’s bed did you sleep in last night?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: arial; text-align: left;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);font-size:100%;" &gt;Q: What colour shirt are you wearing?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Still in my pjs, it's purple.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: arial; text-align: left;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);font-size:100%;" &gt;Q: Do you have any pets?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Does my dad's fish count?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: arial; text-align: left;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);font-size:100%;" &gt;Q: What is the colour of your bedsheets?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Green&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: arial; text-align: left;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);font-size:100%;" &gt;Q: What were you doing at 9 last night?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Homework&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: arial; text-align: left;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);font-size:100%;" &gt;Q: When is the last time you saw your dad?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2 hours ago.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: arial; text-align: left;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);font-size:100%;" &gt;Q: Look to your left, what’s there?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My wall.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: arial; text-align: left;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);font-size:100%;" &gt;Q: Ever cried yourself to sleep?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: arial; text-align: left;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);font-size:100%;" &gt;Q: Ever cried on your friends shoulder?:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not really.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: arial; text-align: left;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);font-size:100%;" &gt;Q: Song that makes you cry?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They don't make me cry but they make me reminisce about the past.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: arial; text-align: left;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);font-size:100%;" &gt;Q: Are you a normally happy person?:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If there's nothing bothering me, then yeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: arial; text-align: left;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: arial; text-align: left;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);font-size:100%;" &gt;Q: What colour are your eyes?:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dark brown.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: arial; text-align: left;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255); font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt;Q: Long or short hair:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Medium.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: arial; text-align: left;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255); font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt;Q: Current Music?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hard Times - Jackie Boyz&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: arial; text-align: left;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p  style="text-align: left;font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);font-size:100%;" &gt;Q: Current Status?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Single, not looking.&lt;/span&gt;&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/9087740336687655039-210741036929282834?l=artof-love.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://artof-love.blogspot.com/feeds/210741036929282834/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9087740336687655039&amp;postID=210741036929282834&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9087740336687655039/posts/default/210741036929282834'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9087740336687655039/posts/default/210741036929282834'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://artof-love.blogspot.com/2009/06/thats-when-thunder-came-and-brought.html' title='That&apos;s when the thunder came and brought the rain, and then the lightning struck, babe we were never the same'/><author><name>LISAAA.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10430451975237156408</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-_zFr1_qe7g/SpTNsi0BVEI/AAAAAAAAAD8/rqMjKHb_Nkg/S220/SDC10369.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9087740336687655039.post-6275442750367090420</id><published>2009-06-05T18:33:00.003+10:00</published><updated>2009-06-05T20:50:55.582+10:00</updated><title type='text'>RAGE</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Wednesday - &lt;/span&gt;I don't remember if anything interesting happened that day, forgot! T___T.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I remember I was in the library for Ancient History to continue researching for our group presentation thing. I should get started on that, cause it's due next Friday. Good thing it's not an assignment so it's not getting marked on though. Started annoying people again, hilarious stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But yeah, had sport and just sat around eating and talking. I swear all we ever do at sport is sit, eat and talk. And we waste $5 paying for it, plus the money we waste on food, lmao. We didn't gossip much though. Spent hours and hours trying to figure out what was wrong with my itunes, ipod or music files after school. Whichever one it was. And yeah, that's all I recall doing. Oh, Earth &amp;amp; Environment people also left for camp as well. Everyone was gone and it looked so empty at recess and lunch. Which left Sophie, Vyvian and I back at school out of the girls in my group.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Thursday -&lt;/span&gt; Oh my freaking gosh, Chem was fucking scary yesterday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay well, my Chem teacher, Mr Mathews, was doing calculations for this question on the board and he couldn't add up numbers properly, so he kept getting it wrong .. even with Cathy yelling out that it was wrong. Then Cathy was like to me, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"He can't do maths"&lt;/span&gt;. And I screamed out &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Sir, you can't do maths!"&lt;/span&gt;. He turned around and chucked me the biggest dirty ever LOL. A few minutes later, I'm talking to Cathy asking for help and then he moves me from my seat, (that was probably an excuse to move me cause he got offended by my comment). So I had to move since he was starting to rage, and he starts giving me a lecture. It's a bit lonely sitting by myself. He made it my permanent seat. ==&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Afterwards, he was asking the class if they got the answer to one of the questions on the board correct .. and no one put their hand up. Then omg, he fullllllllllllly epic raged at everyone. Fucking scary, bro. That went on for a few minutes. After that, he moved Sophie out of her seat for no god damn reason (Yeah, permanent seat for her too). She was only helping Allison. Cathy then started to defend Sophie and then he started raging at her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jackie just slept in class and didn't do any work. So when sir raged and asked him why he didn't copy down the questions and shit, Jackie was like, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Cause you can't teach!" &lt;/span&gt;and he got so pissed off ROFL. Luckily, there was a knock on the door after that or else he would've raged yet again :L.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I probably got him pissed off cause of the comment I made about him. So he took out his anger at the class multiple times, LOL. My badddd. I don't wanna get him pissed anymore, it's scary! Sandy said he was bitching about me, going on about how my attitude was so rude to him and all that shit. Pfft, whatever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We did a prac for the Physics double after recess. Didn't get to join classes this week. :( But I went into Phull's class to ask for things. Asking for my support document for my assignment created a greater bond between us in the staffroom LOL. ;) A bit odd how he &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"coincidently"&lt;/span&gt; left mine behind and gave back everyone else's from my class. Made me do all this retarded stuff to get it back. But he still didn't give it back to me after a while. Probably wanted to keep it, cause it's me ya know, or purposely leave it behind to lure me to him, hahahaha! &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;He's cute&lt;/span&gt;. ;D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Didn't do anything at lunch. Boring.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bludged for Business Studies. I don't think anything happened. We just sat there and chatted about random stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Was in the library for Ancient History again. I pretended to do work on the computer LOL. But I was just talking to Andrew most of the time. Oh yeah, I ate as well, haha. And then home time! :) My ipod problem was frustating and pissing me off. I don't know why but I can't seem to add some of my songs onto the ipod/itunes, or even play them on itunes, but it works on every other player. Turns out it was the songs fault. I noticed that when I downloaded some songs from sites and remove the tags, renaming them, they couldn't get imported into itunes, but when I didn't rename them or anything, it would work. So freaking weird. I just redownloaded the songs from Limewire and added them, since that seemed to work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Friday - &lt;/span&gt;Hoooray for the weekends and long weekend! Get to sleep in, hehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Physics first period. All we did was listen to Debrincat explain things. Phull kept walking in and out of the class, giving Debrincat random sheets and asking him if he needed something. Like what the hell, full random. *Nudge nudge, I wonder what he was up to. Tehee. :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had Miss Baldachino or however you spell it, for English instead of Deveny cause she wasn't here. Bludged as usual. Looked through the school newsletter, determining which teacher the handwriting on the list belonged to. Rather than doing the English work that was set for the period, I just did Chem homework that was due next period instead LOL. See how dedicated I am when it comes to English?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I should get started on the group presenation for Business Studies as well. I'll start tonight. Doubt I would though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sophie and I sat in our usual spots for Chem and then the teacher told us to move to the "permanent" seats that he allocated. == Far out, he's so annoying! Stupid assface, I hope he dies. Let's hope someone randomly barged into class with a gun and shot him. Yeah Cathy? Hahaha. That'd be nice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friday = Maths for a double period. Kills me cause I get so tired. What a way to end the school week as well. Gees!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Random thought, my hands are getting cold.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9087740336687655039-6275442750367090420?l=artof-love.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://artof-love.blogspot.com/feeds/6275442750367090420/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9087740336687655039&amp;postID=6275442750367090420&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9087740336687655039/posts/default/6275442750367090420'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9087740336687655039/posts/default/6275442750367090420'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://artof-love.blogspot.com/2009/06/rage.html' title='RAGE'/><author><name>LISAAA.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10430451975237156408</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-_zFr1_qe7g/SpTNsi0BVEI/AAAAAAAAAD8/rqMjKHb_Nkg/S220/SDC10369.JPG'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9087740336687655039.post-1498114200616544031</id><published>2009-06-02T19:18:00.006+10:00</published><updated>2009-06-11T18:18:55.452+10:00</updated><title type='text'>THANKS EVERYONE</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Aww. Thanks for the present and the card you guys! And the people who wrote on the card too. :) A little bit late yeah? LOL. Full lag, but it's alll goood. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;♥♥&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sophie and Vyvian came up to me this morning and randomly shouted &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Happy Birthday!"&lt;/span&gt; and shoved the present and card at me. Scared the shit out of me cause it was so random LOL. Don't worry, you guys are cute. ;P I was looking at the list of people that chipped in at the back of the envelope and when I saw Tommy's name I was like, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"WHAAAT! Are you serious?! No waaay."&lt;/span&gt; Yes, I was surprised. :O  Ngaw. Funny how the girls' names were arranged together and then you see Leanne's name after like 5 guys or something. Which now makes her a guy, lmaooo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was reading all the comments people wrote on the card with the girls and they were like, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"I found it!"&lt;/span&gt; And I was like, wtf are they on about? Sophie wouldn't tell me what was going on, except to keep on reading. So I kept reading and in the middle of reading Christines longass comment, I saw &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;Phull's&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; comment next to it. Then I started squealing and going totaaaally nuts, as always. Yeah, another shocker hahaha! :DDDDD Debrincat signed the card too! But I was more focused on Phull's. I'm slack LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were in the library for Ancient History first period to research and stuff for our group activity. Sophie and I were too lazy to do anything and I had bad cramps so we just sat there annoying people for the whole period, haha. First, we started off repeatedly whispering Doon's name, and then when she heard us we turned around and pretended to do something else. LOL Raven's reaction was hilarious. He was like &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Miss, I think someone's calling my name, I keep hearing it. I think they're crazy about me."&lt;/span&gt; ROFL! Ew, that's gross. Then I was like, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"No Raven, we don't like a koala like you okay."&lt;/span&gt; Fully funny. Again, it's one of those things where you just have to be there to find it funny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;We just bludged for the split double of English, as usual! I borrowed Vanessa's book to catch up on all the work I haven't been bothered to do. Thanks. :) Sophie started drawing on the card envelope. The girls, P, and David LOL. At first we didn't know how she should draw P's mostache since it turned out weird, but on the second attempt it turned out pretty cute. And it looks like him too! :D Credits to Sophie for the drawings, hehe. &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i683.photobucket.com/albums/vv196/love-lisaa/SDC10131.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 425px; height: 350px;" src="http://i683.photobucket.com/albums/vv196/love-lisaa/SDC10131.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;iPod &amp;amp; earrings that I got. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i683.photobucket.com/albums/vv196/love-lisaa/SDC10136.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i683.photobucket.com/albums/vv196/love-lisaa/SDC10136.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 425px; height: 350px;" src="http://i683.photobucket.com/albums/vv196/love-lisaa/SDC10136.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Guess whooo. LOL ;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/9087740336687655039-1498114200616544031?l=artof-love.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://artof-love.blogspot.com/feeds/1498114200616544031/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9087740336687655039&amp;postID=1498114200616544031&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9087740336687655039/posts/default/1498114200616544031'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9087740336687655039/posts/default/1498114200616544031'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://artof-love.blogspot.com/2009/06/thanks-everyone.html' title='THANKS EVERYONE'/><author><name>LISAAA.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10430451975237156408</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-_zFr1_qe7g/SpTNsi0BVEI/AAAAAAAAAD8/rqMjKHb_Nkg/S220/SDC10369.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9087740336687655039.post-7827183327527772091</id><published>2009-06-01T19:35:00.003+10:00</published><updated>2009-06-01T20:38:05.078+10:00</updated><title type='text'>COLDDDD</title><content type='html'>Pinch and punch for the first day of the month! Haha, yeah I'm lame. But cute. :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another one of those dark and gloomy days again. Since it's been raining for the past week and such, the teachers decided to cancel tomorrow's 2 day athletics carnival because of the big puddles and shit. Which means that we have normal school for the next 2 days. Farrrrrr out! I was looking forward to the athletics carnival, only cause we got to miss out on double English tomorrow. But now since the carnival is postponed, we have to come to school and have a double period of English. Now how great is that? Yes, I'm absolutely motivated .. ==.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Geeees, I looked at the wrong week and brought the wrong books to school. Well, it was only one book. So in Ancient History we had to copy overheads and I had to write the stuff on a peice of paper. I have to rewrite it into my proper book now. And my hands are freezing so I can't really write properly. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss my student teacher for Physics! T___T".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Omg, in English after recess, Colin had to be the teacher for the period and go over our chapter questions for our novel. And he'd get to pick on people to answer the questions for him. I didn't do my homework (I'm so behind) so when he picked on me I was like,  &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Ohhhh shittt! What do I do!" &lt;/span&gt;Since I was sitting next to Vanessa and she had the answers to the question, I read off her book. Surprisingly, miss didn't even notice that I was reading from it even though I we were sitting in front of her LOL. Got a merit for answering his question, hehe. Haven't gotten one for a while. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finished chapter 5 - functions &amp;amp; graphs for maths by myself the whole way through. :) Well, most of it was by myself cause I already knew the stuff from tutor. Am I smart or am I smartttttt ? :D Since I finished the chapter on the weekends, I didn't do much in class. Need to study for maths exam next week. I &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;hate &lt;/span&gt;Geometry! My worst topic ever. I'm okay with functions, I hate drawing graphs and all that though. Annoying shat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cathy's mum came with Happy Cup for the girls and I at lunch. :D I had a large mango blended ice with jelly. Yummmm! It was cold though, my hands were freezing and pink from holding it. Got brain freezes too. Finished it in Business Studies. Thanksss!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had some sub for Business Studies for the double. I swear to god that lady is scary and really weird. She looks like one of those crazy cat ladies. Like ya know, the one in The Simpsons ROFL. Didn't do anything for the whole double except sit there and bludge. Jackie was playing some motorbike racing game on his phone while Tritin, Andrew and I were playing this dating game on Tritin's DS. It's pretty fun, hahaha. Then it died on us! So we went to the library to photocopy textbooks for our assignment and stayed in there until it was almost home time. :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9087740336687655039-7827183327527772091?l=artof-love.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://artof-love.blogspot.com/feeds/7827183327527772091/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9087740336687655039&amp;postID=7827183327527772091&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9087740336687655039/posts/default/7827183327527772091'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9087740336687655039/posts/default/7827183327527772091'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://artof-love.blogspot.com/2009/06/coldddd.html' title='COLDDDD'/><author><name>LISAAA.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10430451975237156408</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-_zFr1_qe7g/SpTNsi0BVEI/AAAAAAAAAD8/rqMjKHb_Nkg/S220/SDC10369.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9087740336687655039.post-6390364891536967183</id><published>2009-05-31T17:16:00.017+10:00</published><updated>2009-10-02T12:33:45.191+10:00</updated><title type='text'>So baby don't worry, you are my only, you won't be lonely, even if the sky is falling down, you'll be my only, no need to worry</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: courier new;"&gt;&lt;pre id="line175"&gt;♪ Jay Sean ft. Lil' Wayne - Down&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Another survey out of boredom. It's just a little explicit and personal though, lol. But Whatever, I'm bored.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;1. If you were to have sex right now, would you use a condom?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well duh why wouldn't I, unless I'm planning to get pregnant :|&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;2. Do you think its bad to have sex at your age?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not really I guess&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;3. Do you have a crush on any of your teachers?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOLLLLLL! Hahahaha. Ohh I don't know, you tell me ;D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;4. What do you think of your teachers?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, if you mean teachers at my school - there's like 3 hot ones, tehee. But if you mean class teachers - strange and annoying. Some are okay though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;5. Do you love anybody?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;6. What would you do if you got pregnant?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Panic and cry my eyes out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;7. Do you have fake or real fingernails?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Real&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;8. Have you started your menstrual cycle (period)?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeap&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;9. If yes, how old were you?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11 LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;10. Do you have boobs?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;11. Tampons or pads?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pads&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;12. How old were you when you had your first boyfriend?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;13. Who do you talk to about personal problems?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My close girls and boys&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;14. Do you wear make-up?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;15. Thongs or full underwear?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Underwear. Thongs are for gangas&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;16. Do you shower daily?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;17. Do you think any guys are going to take this survey?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lmaos, iuno. Probably for the fun of it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;18. Do you wear a bra?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;19. Do you sleep in your bra?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nope, it feels really uncomfortable&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;20. Do you love to shop?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yessss!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;21. Are you girly?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeap&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;22. Shoes or purses?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shoes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;23. Who’s a female adult that is close to you?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mum&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;24. Who’s a male adult that is close to you?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cousin&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;25. Do you consider yourself a “slutty” girl?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No, what do you think this is!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;26. Do you wear revealing clothing?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why would I wear revealing clothing when I'm not a slut&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;27. Does anyone ever tell you your clothing is too revealing?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nope&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;28. What is your favorite accessory?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rings, bangles, necklaces, earrings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;29. Do you shave your legs/underarms?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yep&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;30. In sports, do you act girly?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When it's necessary :L&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;31. Do you believe all men are pigs?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nope&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;32. Hugs or kisses?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What about both? :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;33. A peck or a French?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOL. Depends, I guess&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;34. High heels or sneakers?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;High heels&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;35. Flats or boots?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Both?&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;36. A skirt or jeans?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jeans&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;37. Skinny jeans or flared jeans?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Skinny jeans&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;38. Do you like when guys touch your hair?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nope&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;39. Do you sing in the shower?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nope&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;40. Do you have girly items in your bedroom?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;41. Do you have a best friend?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My girls. And many close friends&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;42. Female best friends always make better ones?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not necessarily&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;43. When your on your period, can other people tell?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;44. Has anyone ever “pulled” up your shirt saying your boobs were showing?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOL wtf, no&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;45. Have you ever thought you may be pregnant?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOL ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;46. If you thought you were pregnant, who would be the first person you tell?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Probably my girls and the guy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;47. Do you find there are a lot of “pregnancy” questions?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YES! What is your problem&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;48. Do people consider you a “slut”?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't think so. I hope not&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;49. How do you usually style your hair?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Straighten&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;50. What make-up do you usually wear?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mascara&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;51. Do you consider yourself beautiful?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not really. But if people compliment me then I'll accept it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;52. Do you consider yourself sexy?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nope, same as previous question&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;53. If your friend had a big bum, would you tell her?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rofls, depends&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;54. Have you ever been backstabbed?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hasn't everyone?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;55. Do you take birth control pills?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nope&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;56. Do you use bars of soap or body wash?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Body wash&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;57. Shaving cream or soap?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Soap&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;58. What brand of deodorant do you use?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rexona&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;59. Do you use perfume?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, sometimes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;60. What is your favorite scent?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;61. Are you happy this is the last question?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I'm bored so no. Got nothing to do now&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9087740336687655039-6390364891536967183?l=artof-love.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://artof-love.blogspot.com/feeds/6390364891536967183/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9087740336687655039&amp;postID=6390364891536967183&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9087740336687655039/posts/default/6390364891536967183'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9087740336687655039/posts/default/6390364891536967183'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://artof-love.blogspot.com/2009/05/so-baby-dont-worry-you-are-my-only-you.html' title='So baby don&apos;t worry, you are my only, you won&apos;t be lonely, even if the sky is falling down, you&apos;ll be my only, no need to worry'/><author><name>LISAAA.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10430451975237156408</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-_zFr1_qe7g/SpTNsi0BVEI/AAAAAAAAAD8/rqMjKHb_Nkg/S220/SDC10369.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9087740336687655039.post-4659982738459844430</id><published>2009-05-31T16:25:00.013+10:00</published><updated>2009-10-02T12:33:51.228+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Everytime I try to leave, that's when you get through when I start to fall, that's when hell breaks through, I can't fight it off now I'm goin' under</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: courier new;"&gt;&lt;pre id="line175"&gt;♪ Claude Kelly - Goin' Under&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Happy 16th Anna!&lt;/span&gt; Hope you have a good one. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh gees, end of May already! Can't believe it's June tomorrow. I swear time goes by so freaking fast. I should stop lagging and get my Ls soon as well, before the law changes. That's if it does change. On a random note, this weather seriously sucks. It's been raining and freezing cold for the past week. I think it's raining for pretty much the whole week this week as well. Athletics carnival is on Tuesday and Wednesday. I'm probably gonna go both days cause I don't think my parents let me stay home, and there's nothing to do at home anyway. I hope it doesn't rain while we're there! I hate the rain. :@&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, my weekend was boring. Haven't been anywhere. Like Cathy, I've been in my pjs since Friday afternoon. And yeap. Excited for Happy Cup tomorrow or what? LOL. We crave for Happy Cup, don't we girls? :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Draw With Me&lt;/span&gt; -&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;" class="description"&gt;a girl and a boy separated by an unbreakable glass&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;It's pretty cute, and sad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/MvjZ6VkLuCM&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/MvjZ6VkLuCM&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks to Jenn for the link. I heard about it before you gave me it though. :P&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9087740336687655039-4659982738459844430?l=artof-love.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://artof-love.blogspot.com/feeds/4659982738459844430/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9087740336687655039&amp;postID=4659982738459844430&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9087740336687655039/posts/default/4659982738459844430'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9087740336687655039/posts/default/4659982738459844430'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://artof-love.blogspot.com/2009/05/everytime-i-try-to-leave-thats-when-you.html' title='Everytime I try to leave, that&apos;s when you get through when I start to fall, that&apos;s when hell breaks through, I can&apos;t fight it off now I&apos;m goin&apos; under'/><author><name>LISAAA.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10430451975237156408</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-_zFr1_qe7g/SpTNsi0BVEI/AAAAAAAAAD8/rqMjKHb_Nkg/S220/SDC10369.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9087740336687655039.post-150475554448784711</id><published>2009-05-29T19:16:00.008+10:00</published><updated>2009-05-30T13:15:53.887+10:00</updated><title type='text'>HAPPY CUPPP!</title><content type='html'>Well, I had Physics first period. My favourite subject, hehe. Did work for half the period and then Miss Nguyen, our student teacher gave us chocolates. Then she told us to go to the back of the classroom to take a group photo and I was wondering  &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"...what the heck?"&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;So I decided to ask her why we were taking photos and she told me that it was her last day. I was like, whaaaaaaat!! :( How come everyone knew and I didn't! :( But then again, Sophie didn't know either, lmao.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, we all went to the back of the room to take a photo with her. A serious shot and a muck up shot. We just sat around bludging and talking for the rest of the period after that. Had a conversation with her and yeah. Far out, when I got back to my table my Picnic chocolate and Sophie's Boost went missing!  That's the second time Mr Debrincat has stolen my chocolate LOL. He ate Sophie's Boost while my Picnic chocolate was in his hand. Lolll. His attempt to steal the bag of chocolates was fail though. :) The bell went afterwards and we all farewelled Miss Nguyen. I gave her a hug. Hehe. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;We'll miss youuuuuuuu!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Well, at least &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I&lt;/span&gt; would. Cause I think you're fully cool, haha. ;D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;I had Business Studies after that. Guess what we did? Bludge as usual. Though we were suppose to make a start on our group presentation due in about 3 weeks, I think. But Jackie felt dead so I just let him sleep most of the time. I attempted to start on the assignment but all I got down was the question, rofls. :) Hope you get better soon Jackie! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Recess was the same as per usual, nothing much happened. After recess, I had a double period of Ancient History. I always do work in Ancient - remember? Haha. We didn't do a lot of work today though. Watched a video in the second period and I was just sleeping with my music on. Yeah sorry, I'm a music junkie. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;DAMN YOU SOPHIE!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; I swear this girl &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;always&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; disturbs me while I'm having my good sleep or on the verge of falling asleep during those videos! Last time while I was sleeping, she drew on my elbow and face. Then in another video session, she put Doon's glasses on my head. And then today! She randomly poked me while I was falling asleep. I full did a massive flinch LOL. Next time we have a video period, I'm gonna keep disturbing you when you're trying to sleep and see how you like it! You assface. Hahaha! Always wrecks my sleep, hmph. It wasn't really a good time to be falling asleep cause the video was ending. But I couldn't sleep earlier cause I had really bad stomach cramps. :( Screw you, menstruation! LOL. I felt sorta dead afterwards.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lunch was the same as every other lunch. Which is the same as every other recess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well anyway, I had a double period of Maths after lunch. I swear to god a double period of Maths always makes me feel really dead and gone. LOOL! I do so much work in Maths. And yeah, like I said, I was soo tired. Good thing my teacher has bus duty every Friday so we got an early mark, (Y). Went to visit Christine's maths class and just stayed in there talking to her, Cynthia and Jackie until the bell went for home time! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Glad it's the weekend cause I don't need to get up so early for school, and catch up on my sleep. I'm reeeeally bored at the moment! :@ There's nothing to do. Even worse cause I'm capped as well. Have to wait another 4 or 5 days till I get uncapped and then I can update on my music and Gossip Girl/90210. Hurrrrrry up!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah! Cathy just reminded me. Yeah Cathy, Christine and I made Christina and Gorden buy us Happy Cup in the morning as well cause we were all craving for it. Hahaha! Everyone was like, staring at us when we were holding it. Christine's Happy Cup cracked in half and had holes in it though, cause of Gorden LOL. Poor thing. My hands got frozen and pink from holding it, lmaos. But it was worth it. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9087740336687655039-150475554448784711?l=artof-love.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://artof-love.blogspot.com/feeds/150475554448784711/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9087740336687655039&amp;postID=150475554448784711&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9087740336687655039/posts/default/150475554448784711'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9087740336687655039/posts/default/150475554448784711'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://artof-love.blogspot.com/2009/05/ill-miss-youuu.html' title='HAPPY CUPPP!'/><author><name>LISAAA.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10430451975237156408</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-_zFr1_qe7g/SpTNsi0BVEI/AAAAAAAAAD8/rqMjKHb_Nkg/S220/SDC10369.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9087740336687655039.post-6852796449313430333</id><published>2009-05-28T20:25:00.012+10:00</published><updated>2009-10-02T12:34:07.771+10:00</updated><title type='text'>He's always on my mind, even though I thought it would get better in time, I just have to let you know, I didn't wanna let this go, go by</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: courier new;"&gt;♪ L-Money ft. Chrishan &amp;amp; Licia - Always On My Mind  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Since I'm capped and I can't log into facebook to complete quizzes, I'll just do it here.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;h1  style="color: rgb(102, 204, 204);font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;EVERYONE HAS THEIR FIRSTS:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h1&gt; &lt;p  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;FIRST REAL BEST FRIEND:&lt;/span&gt; Deanna Nguyen&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;FIRST SCHOOL: &lt;/span&gt;I think it was some preschool near Fairfield Showground&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;FIRST CELL PHONE:&lt;/span&gt; Samsung&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;FIRST FUNERAL:&lt;/span&gt; ..Never went to one LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;FIRST PET: &lt;/span&gt;None&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;FIRST BIG TRIP:&lt;/span&gt; Vietnam&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;FIRST FIGHT:&lt;/span&gt; If it's verbally I have no idea, cause I've had quite a lot if you know me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;FIRST CELEBRITY CRUSH: &lt;/span&gt;Don't remember. I crushed on a lot of celebrities :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;FIRST TIME OUT OF THE COUNTRY?: &lt;/span&gt;I think when I was about 10ish?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;FIRST JOB:&lt;/span&gt; None&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;FIRST BEBO FRIEND: &lt;/span&gt;..Am I suppose to remember that?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;h1  style="color: rgb(102, 204, 204);font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h1&gt;&lt;h1  style="color: rgb(102, 204, 204); font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;EVERYONE HAS THEIR LASTS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h1&gt; &lt;p  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;LAST PERSON I HUGGED: &lt;/span&gt;Christine&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;LAST CAR RIDE: &lt;/span&gt;Last weekend&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;LAST TIME I CRIED?: &lt;/span&gt;Yesterday ..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;LAST MOVIE I WATCHED: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;I don't remember&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;LAST FOOD I ATE: &lt;/span&gt;Rice for dinner&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;LAST ITEM BOUGHT:&lt;/span&gt; Chips&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;LAST SHIRT WORN: &lt;/span&gt;School shirt&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;LAST PHONE CALL:&lt;/span&gt; Christine &amp;amp; Cathy cause they're awesome ;D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;LAST TEXT MESSAGE: &lt;/span&gt;Christine&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;LAST THING I TOUCHED: &lt;/span&gt;Keyboard&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;LAST FUNERAL: &lt;/span&gt;I said I never went to one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;LAST TIME AT THE MALL: &lt;/span&gt;3 weeks ago!  Yes, it sucks T____T&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;LAST TIME I WERE EXCITED FOR SOMETHING:&lt;/span&gt; Today, for physics :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;LAST PERSON I SAW: &lt;/span&gt;My sister&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;LAST THING I DRANK: &lt;/span&gt;Green cordial&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;LAST PERSON THAT BROKE MY HEART:&lt;/span&gt; It's for me to know and for you to find out .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;LAST TIME I WERE REALLY HONESTLY HAPPY?&lt;/span&gt; If you mean happy as in forget everything that's been on my mind momentarily, then it's at school today. But if you mean&lt;/span&gt; happy as in there's nothing to worry about or nothing depressing has been on my mind then .. it's been quite a while since I was honestly happy, really..&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9087740336687655039-6852796449313430333?l=artof-love.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://artof-love.blogspot.com/feeds/6852796449313430333/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9087740336687655039&amp;postID=6852796449313430333&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9087740336687655039/posts/default/6852796449313430333'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9087740336687655039/posts/default/6852796449313430333'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://artof-love.blogspot.com/2009/05/i-never-meant-to-start-war-you-know-i_28.html' title='He&apos;s always on my mind, even though I thought it would get better in time, I just have to let you know, I didn&apos;t wanna let this go, go by'/><author><name>LISAAA.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10430451975237156408</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-_zFr1_qe7g/SpTNsi0BVEI/AAAAAAAAAD8/rqMjKHb_Nkg/S220/SDC10369.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9087740336687655039.post-20467446333625054</id><published>2009-05-28T20:09:00.001+10:00</published><updated>2009-05-28T20:12:09.892+10:00</updated><title type='text'>HILARIOUS</title><content type='html'>Chem first two periods  - boring and annoying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today's  double Physics lesson was awesome. It was like, the most funnest (Yeah I know that's not a word) and funniest lesson ever! Well, I guess it's one of those things where you just have to be there to find it funny. We joined classes like we always do. And played with that van de graaff machine thingy. Well, at first we were checking out people's hair going all static when they were connected to the machine, haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then later, about 7 people volunteered and had to connect to each other by holding hands. When we were all charged up, we shocked Phull. LOL that must've been painful. The people that were participating in it got shocked so many times, including me. It full hurt, lols. But Sean and I were probably the ones that copped it the worse cause we were in the middle of the chain. It was pretty painful when Eddie kept electrocuting the metal tap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that, people went up individually to light a bunsen burner with their finger, using the van de graaf. LOLLLLL that was freaking hilarious! Cause everytime someone tried to light it up when Phull was inside the classroom, it wouldn't work. But when Phull walked outside the classroom, it would light up. We tried it about 3 times until it finally worked when he was inside. He got annoyed cause the bunsen burner was being racist, haha! That's cute. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The boys were being I.M, shouting out all these random comments when people were lighting the bunsen burner. But it was funny! :L Ahhh, I loved that lesson. Noo! Not because of a certain something that happened during the lesson, alright !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;English 5th period - Our teacher was like gone for most of the period. We kept shooting each other with the mini water guns. I kept refilling the freaking gun, so there wasn't much water left in my bottle. Tried to get back the guns that the boys had stolen from us. I didn't do any work at all LOL. We ate the left over packets of lollies that we had yesterday. That was pretty much it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ancient History 6th period - I always do my work in Ancient. :) Just copied out overheads and pasted in the sheets that the teacher gave us for the whole period.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9087740336687655039-20467446333625054?l=artof-love.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://artof-love.blogspot.com/feeds/20467446333625054/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9087740336687655039&amp;postID=20467446333625054&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9087740336687655039/posts/default/20467446333625054'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9087740336687655039/posts/default/20467446333625054'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://artof-love.blogspot.com/2009/05/i-never-meant-to-start-war-you-know-i.html' title='HILARIOUS'/><author><name>LISAAA.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10430451975237156408</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-_zFr1_qe7g/SpTNsi0BVEI/AAAAAAAAAD8/rqMjKHb_Nkg/S220/SDC10369.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9087740336687655039.post-7225391913781048287</id><published>2009-05-27T19:42:00.010+10:00</published><updated>2009-10-02T12:50:54.100+10:00</updated><title type='text'>I don't want to do this any longer, I don't want you, there's nothing left to say, hush hush, hush hush, I've already spoken, our love is broken</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;♪&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span&gt; Pussycat Dolls - Hush Hush&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Okay, I'm confused. I don't know, recently you've been popping up in my mind a lot. I do &lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:arial;" &gt;miss&lt;/span&gt; you, sometimes. I don't know why I keep dwelling over the past. The past is the past, but I can't seem to forget and erase everything, well maybe I can't erase everything but you know, move on with my life completely.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Even though it's been like, 2 months since we've broken up you've still been on my mind ever since. I didn't regret breaking up with you then and I don't regret it now, considering all the things you've put me through with your egocentricity and selfish acts when I was with you most of the time. You've made me cry before, during and after the relationship. I've shed so many tears for you, you have no idea. So I have no idea why I even care right now. We sure went through a lot of things, ups and downs. And all the downs seemed to be, according to you, my fault for causing it. Because you think you've never caused any problems between us. And for that, assuming it was my fault for the sake of it, I was sorry a billion times. I meant it, at least. Yet you didn't accept it after a while, once the problems continued to arise. What else was I suppose to do or say? I mean, I could have proved that I was sorry, but you got angry at me over the most littlest and stupidest things that proving seemed to be time consuming. Why did you have to make it so hard for me? You knew I &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:arial;" &gt;loved&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; you so why couldn't you just forget it instead of holding a grudge against me for weeks.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I guess I was happy to be with you, at times. But when you were still mad at me after I said sorry without giving up, hoping that you would forgive me since it was "my fault" - you didn't. And that really made me breakdown. I would get depressed and hardly talk to anyone. Just felt like isolating myself. You have no idea how hard that was for me, cause the only way I'd be happy again was if you were to get over it. Which sometimes took weeks.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I've been thinking of the what-if questions lately. Like,  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:arial;" &gt;"what if  I rashly ended it too quick instead of trying to work things out? what if we could have worked things out over time? what if you changed? ..."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; Okay, maybe the last question isn't quite possible, but when I end up thinking about you these past few days, I don't seem to focus on your selfish side. Why couldn't you notice what you were doing to me? You didn't understand me at all. Always did stuff that benefited yourself and didn't even consider me. I just wish you considered and realised how hurt I was earlier, and woke up before I decided to end our relationship. I don't know why I didn't realise how self centered you were when I was with you all that time. Perhaps it was because &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:arial;" &gt;love is blind&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;. Because it really is. Well for me, anyway.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I'm scared that if I see you one day, all my feelings would come rushing back to me and I'd fall, again. I need to fight this and stop myself, I was stupid and blind once, but I'm not going to let you to this to me again. I've been there once before, and I don't want to go back. I guess you wasn't meant for me and wasn't the one I was destined to be with, though it felt that way back then. I can't fix what's broken by just putting a bandaid on everything that's happened. Even though I can't fix everything, I still wanna be friends with you but you've already chosen to completely push me out of your life, wipe me out like we were strangers from the start. It's like you didn't even know me at all. I'm getting a little emotional while typing this. I seem to keep digging up the past. It's not even possible for me to talk to you anymore, since you've blocked and deleted me off MSN. I guess you really wanted a clean cut. Jerk.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Well, things change, and I just have to accept that. But right now, it's hard for me to. Before you came along, I was doing perfectly fine. But you've made me such a wreck, shattered me into peices. And I think I've emotionally changed because of that.  I'm probably better off without you. Guess it's time for me to accept the things that have happened and move on without ever looking back again. Cause that seems quite easy for you, which makes me wonder if you even loved me at all. Or as much as I loved you, at least. What I also wonder is, if you've forgotten me .. and if you still think of me. I thought you would have a hard time getting over this, which is why I felt sorry for you and wondered how you were doing. But now, that doesn't even matter cause it looks like you're getting along just fine. I'm walking away from all this. So, I'm choosing to forget you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;To let go isn't to forget, not think about, or ignore. It doesn't have any feelings of anger, jealousy, or regret. Letting go isn't winning or losing. It's not about pride. It's not about obsessing or dwelling on the past. It isn't about loss nor defeat. To let go is to cherish memories, but to overcome and move on. Letting go is accepting. Letting go is having the courage to accept change. Letting go is growing up.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Everyone wants happiness, right? Everyone wants to be happy once in a while. I guess everyone goes through a phase where they want something but it takes time to get it. If you feel as though you want to give up and no longer try, then do it - give up. Well, only if you won't regret it and if seems like that's the right thing to do. Because waiting for something that you know won't happen or holding onto it and waiting for something to happen in the future when it clearly won't happen now .. or whatever it is, is pointless. I know falling in love is painful at some times but I guess it's worth it if it all works out in the end. If it doesn't seem to work out at all, just let it go. Things happen for a reason. So just let it be. If you want to cry, don't hold it in - let it go. Let it all out.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;:)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9087740336687655039-7225391913781048287?l=artof-love.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://artof-love.blogspot.com/feeds/7225391913781048287/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9087740336687655039&amp;postID=7225391913781048287&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9087740336687655039/posts/default/7225391913781048287'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9087740336687655039/posts/default/7225391913781048287'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://artof-love.blogspot.com/2009/05/i-dont-want-to-do-this-any-longer-i.html' title='I don&apos;t want to do this any longer, I don&apos;t want you, there&apos;s nothing left to say, hush hush, hush hush, I&apos;ve already spoken, our love is broken'/><author><name>LISAAA.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10430451975237156408</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-_zFr1_qe7g/SpTNsi0BVEI/AAAAAAAAAD8/rqMjKHb_Nkg/S220/SDC10369.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9087740336687655039.post-3611762707758242467</id><published>2009-05-24T17:11:00.001+10:00</published><updated>2009-05-24T17:12:02.511+10:00</updated><title type='text'>A LITTLE OBSESSED</title><content type='html'>I think I'm starting to get more and more obsessed with Kim Bum and Lee Min Ho now, cause of &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Boys Over Flowers&lt;/span&gt;, the Korean version. For those who don't know what it is, it's a drama, obviously haha. Haven't touched it in a while so I decided to continue watching it last night. I didn't get to finish downloading one of the episodes before I got capped last night, so the episode is like, half downloaded. I was suppose to finish downloading this week's Gossip Girl and 90210 as well, but I'm capped now so I have to wait another 10ish days until I get uncapped.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anywaaaay, I was suppose to do Salvos today but I couldn't be bothered for it so I bailed out. Gees, I'm so lazy. So yeah, rather than walking around the streets doing that, I stayed home sitting in front of the computer most of the time. Catching up on school work at the moment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Looked like a pretty nice day today cause the sun was out, and it didn't rain. :O&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9087740336687655039-3611762707758242467?l=artof-love.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://artof-love.blogspot.com/feeds/3611762707758242467/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9087740336687655039&amp;postID=3611762707758242467&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9087740336687655039/posts/default/3611762707758242467'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9087740336687655039/posts/default/3611762707758242467'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://artof-love.blogspot.com/2009/05/little-obsessed.html' title='A LITTLE OBSESSED'/><author><name>LISAAA.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10430451975237156408</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-_zFr1_qe7g/SpTNsi0BVEI/AAAAAAAAAD8/rqMjKHb_Nkg/S220/SDC10369.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9087740336687655039.post-788150787022229906</id><published>2009-05-23T15:07:00.011+10:00</published><updated>2009-10-02T12:35:38.435+10:00</updated><title type='text'>The only thing that's worse than emptiness is when your heart's lost, and the only thing that's worth the pain is the price of what love costs</title><content type='html'>&lt;div  style="text-align: center;font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;♪ Backstreet Boys - Fallen Angel&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Salvo's Red Shield Door-knock Appeal is today, and tomorrow. But my group chose to do it tomorrow. I have no idea if I'm going, cause this weather keeps changing. Let's just hope it doesn't rain tomorrow. I don't even know who's going yet. Hasn't been raining today, besides little sprinkles every now and then.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Been sitting here doing nothing except MSN and music. I don't do much on weekends as you should know.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div  style="text-align: center;font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I miss you, sometimes..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i683.photobucket.com/albums/vv196/love-lisaa/leeminho5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 369px; height: 246px;" src="http://i683.photobucket.com/albums/vv196/love-lisaa/leeminho5.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i683.photobucket.com/albums/vv196/love-lisaa/leeminho10.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 230px; height: 346px;" src="http://i683.photobucket.com/albums/vv196/love-lisaa/leeminho10.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i683.photobucket.com/albums/vv196/love-lisaa/leeminho31.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 235px; height: 347px;" src="http://i683.photobucket.com/albums/vv196/love-lisaa/leeminho31.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i683.photobucket.com/albums/vv196/love-lisaa/leeminho20.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 241px; height: 309px;" src="http://i683.photobucket.com/albums/vv196/love-lisaa/leeminho20.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i683.photobucket.com/albums/vv196/love-lisaa/leeminho21.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 224px; height: 309px;" src="http://i683.photobucket.com/albums/vv196/love-lisaa/leeminho21.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Awww! Isn't Lee Min Ho soo cuteeeee ?! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9087740336687655039-788150787022229906?l=artof-love.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://artof-love.blogspot.com/feeds/788150787022229906/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9087740336687655039&amp;postID=788150787022229906&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9087740336687655039/posts/default/788150787022229906'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9087740336687655039/posts/default/788150787022229906'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://artof-love.blogspot.com/2009/05/i-know-youve-been-gone-for-while-but.html' title='The only thing that&apos;s worse than emptiness is when your heart&apos;s lost, and the only thing that&apos;s worth the pain is the price of what love costs'/><author><name>LISAAA.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10430451975237156408</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-_zFr1_qe7g/SpTNsi0BVEI/AAAAAAAAAD8/rqMjKHb_Nkg/S220/SDC10369.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9087740336687655039.post-5526832638316888302</id><published>2009-05-21T19:16:00.015+10:00</published><updated>2009-10-02T13:03:05.897+10:00</updated><title type='text'>COPPED</title><content type='html'>Gosh, this weather is terrible. Well, it's a Thursday so I always have double periods of chemistry and physics. I did some work in chemistry for sometime, surprisingly..since all I seem to do is bludge every period cause I hate Mathews. But then again, who doesn't hate my teacher? The whole class practically hates him. He's so crap. Go home!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jackie was doing his business studies work like, 2nd period or something and got caught. Then Mathews confiscated the book and told the whole class that if he catches people doing work for other subjects, he's going to send N awards home. As usual, I commented on the things he was saying and he got annoyed and sent me outside LOL. He then wanted to talk to me and started telling me off, shouting in my face. Kept going on about how my attitude and behaviour in class needs to change and how rude I was and all that. It was so loud that the whole class could hear it, hahaha! Pfffft, like I care. I hate him. So whatever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had to do my physics presentation after recess. When we walked into class, who was the first person Debrincat picked on? ME. Gee, just cause he loves me. So yeah, Sophie and I had to be the first ones to do it. I tried not to read off my palm cards but I kept blanking out cause I was lacking confidence and feeling nervous. But overall, 8/10 was a good mark. It was annoying though, cause we didn't include a reference list on our powerpoint, which resulted in us getting a mark deducted. We could've gotten a 9/10! But nooo. Dammmit! :( That was bothering us for a while. What a waste of a mark! Oh yeah, we got out practical mark back as well. Yeap, I epic failed. Wasn't surprising though, since mine was half blank anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My dad looked at my report again after school. Copped it for the first time ever. He's never commented about my report at all in the past. He was disappointed in half of my results - especially english .. but on the brightside, at least he didn't totally rage at me. It's not my fault I suck at english. Gosh! I really hope he doesn't force me into going back for english tutor. Cause I don't want to go! :( I guess I'll just try harder for all my subjects starting now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #111111;"&gt;I swear to god, starting to get real annoying. Go hang out with the guys then since you love them so much. Might as well go be a ganga and screw 'em too, aye. You dont need us do you? It seems that way. If that's the case, we don't need you either. We're fucking invisible to you aren't we? Well, that's what it feels like to us every recess and lunch for the past few days. So much for being friends. I trusted you, trusted you not to spill my personal life to anyone, which is why I told you everything. But you went behind my back and told. Even when I said not to. When I asked you about it, you lied to me! I knew you told and you acted as if you didn't even remember the things I told you. You're such a liar, not only to me, but to us. What kind of friend would lie? Like Simon said, if you're so good at picking up guys, why don't you go get your own instead of taking away ours? Fucks sake. Would we ever do that to you? I highly doubt it. When you realise you're losing us, we won't give a shit about you and that's when you'll realise it's a bit too late. I quote from Jenn's blog, "Boyfriends come and go, but friends are forever".That is so true, I would never sacrifice my friendship for some guy, even if I love him.But I guess it's not even like that for you. You love it. They're just boys, and boys will be boys. We'd definitely never choose the boys over our best friends. And again, it's not like that for you either. You choose the guys over us. I know people change and we can't prevent it from happening, but yeah..you've changed and we don't like the new you at all. But whatever man. At the end of the day it's your loss.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, now that kinda relieves my fustration about things. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9087740336687655039-5526832638316888302?l=artof-love.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://artof-love.blogspot.com/feeds/5526832638316888302/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9087740336687655039&amp;postID=5526832638316888302&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9087740336687655039/posts/default/5526832638316888302'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9087740336687655039/posts/default/5526832638316888302'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://artof-love.blogspot.com/2009/05/copped.html' title='COPPED'/><author><name>LISAAA.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10430451975237156408</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-_zFr1_qe7g/SpTNsi0BVEI/AAAAAAAAAD8/rqMjKHb_Nkg/S220/SDC10369.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9087740336687655039.post-5210060679207266954</id><published>2009-05-20T21:27:00.002+10:00</published><updated>2009-05-20T21:36:56.867+10:00</updated><title type='text'>DAMN REPORT</title><content type='html'>Before I talk about how screwed up my report was, I shall talk about my day at school first. Fast forward to this afternoon where I had a double period of sport. Well, it was practically raining and the ground was all wet for the whole day so we couldn't play tennis due to the puddles and stuff. Not that the girls and I usually play tennis anyway..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, instead of sitting in our usual spot like we usually do cause of the rain, we chose to sit in front of the squash doors. The boys were playing squash inside the rooms and we all sat there gossiping and eating as usual, spending a while making up our secret stuff, hehe. ;D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hate my god damn report man. Bloody hell. I failed English, but it wasn't surprising since I knew I was going to fail anyway, and I totally suck at it so yeah whatever. I guess my ranks were okay...not that bad I think? I'm sorta over it now. Whatever. I like my Ancient History rank though, haha! :) Chem was LOL. I got a "sometimes" for almost everything. Surprised he didn't mention anything about my attitude and behaviour towards him though, considering I'm always being a rebel when I'm in his class and getting sent outside a few times, roflmao! (A)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;English:&lt;/span&gt; 40%  - rank: 87/109&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Maths:&lt;/span&gt; 68%  - rank: 46/117&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Chemistry&lt;/span&gt;: 86% - rank: 32/63 ; Effing teacher lied! He said I was 29. Watta bitch :@&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Physics:&lt;/span&gt; 59% - rank: 21/45&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Ancient History:&lt;/span&gt; 83%  - rank: 15/95&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Business Studies:&lt;/span&gt; 58%  - rank:34/76&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Crap or crap? ==&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Man, I hate this weather. I hate the rain, makes the day look ugly. :( Where did the sun goooo! It's probably gonna be raining for the whole week.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9087740336687655039-5210060679207266954?l=artof-love.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://artof-love.blogspot.com/feeds/5210060679207266954/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9087740336687655039&amp;postID=5210060679207266954&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9087740336687655039/posts/default/5210060679207266954'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9087740336687655039/posts/default/5210060679207266954'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://artof-love.blogspot.com/2009/05/damn-report.html' title='DAMN REPORT'/><author><name>LISAAA.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10430451975237156408</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-_zFr1_qe7g/SpTNsi0BVEI/AAAAAAAAAD8/rqMjKHb_Nkg/S220/SDC10369.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9087740336687655039.post-7593474552664293835</id><published>2009-05-18T20:13:00.007+10:00</published><updated>2009-06-08T21:18:08.241+10:00</updated><title type='text'>If you could see I'm the one who understands you, been here all along, so why can't you see you belong with me</title><content type='html'>On a separate note to today's quiz, I'm totally in love with this song "You Belong With Me - Taylor Swift". It's such a good song, I'm addicted to it now. The MV is the cutest shit everrrrr!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/BGWE3hwJ21U&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/BGWE3hwJ21U&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;You're on the phone with your girlfriend, She's upset&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;She's going off about something that you said&lt;br /&gt;She doesnt get your humour like I do&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm in the room, its a typical Tuesday night&lt;br /&gt;I'm listening to the kind of music she doesnt like&lt;br /&gt;And she'll never know your story like I do&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But she wears short skirts, I wear t-shirts&lt;br /&gt;She's cheer captain and I'm on the bleachers&lt;br /&gt;Dreaming bout the day when you'll wake up and find&lt;br /&gt;That what you're lookin for has been here the whole time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you could see that I'm the one who understands you&lt;br /&gt;Been here all along so why can't you see?&lt;br /&gt;You belong with me&lt;br /&gt;You belong with me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Walkin the streets with you in your worn out jeans&lt;br /&gt;I cant help thinking this is how it ought to be&lt;br /&gt;Laughing on the park bench thinkin to myself&lt;br /&gt;Hey isnt this easy?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And you've got a smile that could light up this whole town&lt;br /&gt;I havent seen it in awhile, since she brought you down&lt;br /&gt;You say you find I know you better than that&lt;br /&gt;Hey, Whatcha doing with a girl like that?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She wears high heels, I wear sneakers&lt;br /&gt;She's cheer captain and I'm on the bleachers&lt;br /&gt;Dreaming bout the day when you'll wake up and find&lt;br /&gt;That what you're looking for has been here the whole time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you could see that I'm the one who understands you&lt;br /&gt;Been here all along so why can't you see?&lt;br /&gt;You belong with me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Standin by, waiting at your back door&lt;br /&gt;All this time how could you not know that?&lt;br /&gt;You belong with me&lt;br /&gt;You belong with me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh I remember you driving to my house in the middle of the night&lt;br /&gt;I'm the one who makes you laugh when you know you're about to cry&lt;br /&gt;I know your favorite songs and you tell me about your dreams&lt;br /&gt;I think I know where you belong. I think I know it's with me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can't you see that I'm the one who understand you?&lt;br /&gt;Been here all along so why can't you see?&lt;br /&gt;You belong with me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Standing by or waiting at your back door&lt;br /&gt;All this time how could you not know that&lt;br /&gt;You belong with me&lt;br /&gt;You belong with me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever thought just maybe&lt;br /&gt;You belong with me&lt;br /&gt;You belong with me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9087740336687655039-7593474552664293835?l=artof-love.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://artof-love.blogspot.com/feeds/7593474552664293835/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9087740336687655039&amp;postID=7593474552664293835&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9087740336687655039/posts/default/7593474552664293835'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9087740336687655039/posts/default/7593474552664293835'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://artof-love.blogspot.com/2009/05/cant-you-see-im-one-who-understands-you.html' title='If you could see I&apos;m the one who understands you, been here all along, so why can&apos;t you see you belong with me'/><author><name>LISAAA.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10430451975237156408</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-_zFr1_qe7g/SpTNsi0BVEI/AAAAAAAAAD8/rqMjKHb_Nkg/S220/SDC10369.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9087740336687655039.post-7672807820952927034</id><published>2009-05-18T18:05:00.006+10:00</published><updated>2009-10-02T12:35:59.724+10:00</updated><title type='text'>All I need a moment, one last chance with you. All I need is a moment, I can make your dreams come true. I wanna be your freak tonight</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: courier new;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;♪ Israel - &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;Freak Tonight &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;1. What color is your toothbrush?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Purple cause it's my favourite colour :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204); font-weight: bold;"&gt;2. Name one person who made you smile today?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My friends, as usual&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204); font-weight: bold;"&gt;3. What were you doing at 8am this morning?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Getting ready for school&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204); font-weight: bold;"&gt;4. What were you doing 45 minutes ago?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Showering&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204); font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. What is your favorite candy bar? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I like a lot of candy :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;6. Have you ever been to a strip club?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Noo of course not, I'm underage. And why would I want to go to one anyway, that's just dirty&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204); font-weight: bold;"&gt;7. What is the last thing you said aloud?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Yes mum?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204); font-weight: bold;"&gt;8. What is your favorite ice cream flavour?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cookies &amp;amp; Cream, yummm!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204); font-weight: bold;"&gt;9. What was the last thing you had to drink?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Water&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204); font-weight: bold;"&gt;10. Do you like your wallet?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeap&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;11. What was the last thing you ate?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Christine's rocky road that she saved for me :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;12. Have you bought any new clothing items this week?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nope, unfortunately. I really wanna go shopping though :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204); font-weight: bold;"&gt;13. The last sporting event you watched?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NRL on tv :L&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;14. What is your favorite flavour of popcorn?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Buttered or caramel popcorn. Mmm&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204); font-weight: bold;"&gt;15. Who is the last person you sent a text message to?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vince&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204); font-weight: bold;"&gt;16. Ever go camping?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just school ones&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204); font-weight: bold;"&gt;17. Do you take vitamins daily?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;18. Do you go to church every Sunday?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nope, I'm not Catholic&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204); font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19. Do you have a tan?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A sock tan LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204); font-weight: bold;"&gt;20. Do you prefer Chinese food over pizza?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pizza is better, I'm sick of Asian food cause I eat it everyday :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204); font-weight: bold;"&gt;21. Do you drink your soda with a straw?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rarely&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204); font-weight: bold;"&gt;22. What did your last text message say?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Far V is using B/my pencilcase. The H had the nerve to swap :("&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(edited)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204); font-weight: bold;"&gt;23. What are you doing tomorrow?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;School, but I get periods 2-4 off cause I'm going to this Healthwise thing. Yippeee! Miss out on double English + assembly&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204); font-weight: bold;"&gt;24. Look to your right, what do you see?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My door&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204); font-weight: bold;"&gt;25. What color is your watch?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't have one&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204); font-weight: bold;"&gt;26. What do you think of when you hear Australia?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where I live, lmaos&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204); font-weight: bold;"&gt;27. What is your birthstone?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No idea&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204); font-weight: bold;"&gt;28. Do you go in at a fast food place or just hit the drive thru?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Drive thru&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204); font-weight: bold;"&gt;29. What is your favorite number?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Errm iuno&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204); font-weight: bold;"&gt;30. Who's the last person you talked to on the phone?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mum&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204); font-weight: bold;"&gt;31. Any plans today?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do Physics assignment&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204); font-weight: bold;"&gt;32. How many states have you lived in?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204); font-weight: bold;"&gt;33. Biggest annoyance right now?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My dad was being a bitch to me, as usual :@&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204); font-weight: bold;"&gt;34. Last song listened to?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Andre Merritt - It Rains&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204); font-weight: bold;"&gt;35. Can you say the alphabet backwards?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Iuno, never tried&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204); font-weight: bold;"&gt;36. Do you have a maid service clean your house?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nope&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204); font-weight: bold;"&gt;37. Favorite pair of shoes you wear all the time?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My brown Havaianas! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204); font-weight: bold;"&gt;38. Are you jealous of anyone?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Errr, not really?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204); font-weight: bold;"&gt;39. Is anyone jealous of you?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My friend just told me he was jealous of me when I was with my previous boyfriend, actually LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204); font-weight: bold;"&gt;40. Do you love anyone?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Family and friends&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204); font-weight: bold;"&gt;41. Do any of your friends have children?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nope, they're virgins...at least I think rofl&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204); font-weight: bold;"&gt;42. What do you usually do during the day?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Weekdays I have school, weekends I'm usually at home on the computer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204); font-weight: bold;"&gt;43. Do you hate anyone that you know right now?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes I do. I seem to dislike and hate a lot of people. I don't like much people, if you know me ;D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204); font-weight: bold;"&gt;44. Do you use the word 'hello' daily?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204); font-weight: bold;"&gt;45. What color is your car?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't have one yet&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204); font-weight: bold;"&gt;46. Do you like cats?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No, ew.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204); font-weight: bold;"&gt;47. Are you thinking about someone right now?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;Not really&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204); font-weight: bold;"&gt;48. Have you ever been to Six Flags?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;..What the hell is that?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204); font-weight: bold;"&gt;49. How did you get your worst scar? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I was a baby, I was real sick so I had to get an operation on my stomach. The scar is a line that goes from one end of my stomach, to the other. I still have it till this day, doesn't look nice at all. :(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9087740336687655039-7672807820952927034?l=artof-love.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://artof-love.blogspot.com/feeds/7672807820952927034/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9087740336687655039&amp;postID=7672807820952927034&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9087740336687655039/posts/default/7672807820952927034'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9087740336687655039/posts/default/7672807820952927034'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://artof-love.blogspot.com/2009/05/all-i-need-moment-one-last-chance-with.html' title='All I need a moment, one last chance with you. All I need is a moment, I can make your dreams come true. I wanna be your freak tonight'/><author><name>LISAAA.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10430451975237156408</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-_zFr1_qe7g/SpTNsi0BVEI/AAAAAAAAAD8/rqMjKHb_Nkg/S220/SDC10369.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9087740336687655039.post-173214061180027856</id><published>2009-05-17T21:25:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2009-05-17T21:25:54.836+10:00</updated><title type='text'>PHYSICS (Y)</title><content type='html'>Woke up at 10am today, an hour earlier than I usually do. Then I went to eat breakfast, CocoPops! :D and showered afterwards..which usually takes me around half an hour LOL. Yeah, that's why we have water restrictions. :P Got ready to go to Sophie's house for Physics assignment at around 12ish? And yeaaah, we ended up doing a lot of work believe it or not .. after spending more than half the day on it, and talking to people on MSN at the same time. All we need to do now is figure out what's going to be on our powerpoint slides and what we're going to discuss to the class. Argh. Better get it done by Thursday!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We wanted to head down to KFC since we got hungry and asked Christine to come, but she kept changing her mind. We convinced her to go after a while, though. :) So Sophie and I walked to her house to pick her up and we walked to KFC together while gossiping about certain things, hehe. My legs were sorta aching when we were walking there, but they felt perfectly fine when we were walking back...how weird. We got to KFC and bought snack boxes to eat. Judy saw us and came out to say hi. I haven't seen that girl in aaages!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When Christine and I finished our snack boxes, Sophie was still going LOL. You eat slow, woman! :P We just sat there talking for a bit and then headed back home with Sophie still eating. Hahaha. Said bye to Christine and walked back to Sophie's house. Continued on our assignment and talked to Jackie. Gosh that was such a funny conversation, lmfaos! Then I called my dad to pick me up at 6. Should've stayed longer but I was getting a little paranoid that my dad might chuck a rage at me if I did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My dad went to get Oportos for dinner. Swear to god, how fat is that?! KFC for lunch, then Oportos for dinner. Great isn't it? I didn't eat much though, had enough of fast food for a day. :( Other than that, I had a good day! :) I'm a little tired and bored right now though. Ohh, school tomorrow. Waking up early in the morning when it's freezing cold. How appealing.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9087740336687655039-173214061180027856?l=artof-love.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://artof-love.blogspot.com/feeds/173214061180027856/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9087740336687655039&amp;postID=173214061180027856&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9087740336687655039/posts/default/173214061180027856'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9087740336687655039/posts/default/173214061180027856'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://artof-love.blogspot.com/2009/05/physics-y.html' title='PHYSICS (Y)'/><author><name>LISAAA.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10430451975237156408</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-_zFr1_qe7g/SpTNsi0BVEI/AAAAAAAAAD8/rqMjKHb_Nkg/S220/SDC10369.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9087740336687655039.post-4155313471015700200</id><published>2009-05-14T21:00:00.002+10:00</published><updated>2009-05-15T18:08:18.865+10:00</updated><title type='text'>FAIL</title><content type='html'>I was suppose to publish this post up yesterday but I never got to finish talking about my day so I'm just gonna continue now and post it. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just had Physics exam to worry about today. Consisted of a theory component and practical component. I hate practicals man, I swear. :( I was studying theory for like aaaages yesterday night, so I didn't sleep till 12.30am. Then I felt so tired this morning. But when I got to school me and Jackie were studying again, reading over the textbook. And then I continued studying at recess. Never did so much studying in my life LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So the 3rd period bell rang and I started to panick since it was exam time. The theory wasn't so bad, I knew my stuff (H). But omg, fucking prac man, seriously! I didn't read over my prac book properly so when I went to do the prac I had noo fucking idea what to do whatsoever. Just wrote down the basic stuff and then sat there going, wtf ?! In the end, I had no results, no discussion, and no conclusion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Soo fucking screweddddddd! Theory is worth more than prac, but I just hope I don't fail! Sigh. Phull's gonna be so disappointed in me. :( I was aiming for a higher mark for this exam as well, but I wouldn't be surprised if my mark was lower than the last exam. Better not failllllll! But then again, there's still the presentation that we need to do..so I guess if I do good in that, then it balances out, I think? Hope we get a good mark. After the examI had lunch and started raging most of the time. Argh! We played Uno and it was sorta windy so the wind kept blowing the cards away LOL. Farrr, the damn girls kept putting down draws and I was always copping it! Why me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;English after lunch. We all bludged as usual. Then I had Ancient History afterwards and all we did was just sit there listening to the speeches that were left for the whole period. There were about 4 people, I think.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9087740336687655039-4155313471015700200?l=artof-love.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://artof-love.blogspot.com/feeds/4155313471015700200/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9087740336687655039&amp;postID=4155313471015700200&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9087740336687655039/posts/default/4155313471015700200'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9087740336687655039/posts/default/4155313471015700200'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://artof-love.blogspot.com/2009/05/fail.html' title='FAIL'/><author><name>LISAAA.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10430451975237156408</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-_zFr1_qe7g/SpTNsi0BVEI/AAAAAAAAAD8/rqMjKHb_Nkg/S220/SDC10369.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9087740336687655039.post-1383577216212935535</id><published>2009-05-13T19:16:00.001+10:00</published><updated>2009-05-13T21:00:43.379+10:00</updated><title type='text'>KRISPY KREME!</title><content type='html'>Well, yesterday afternoon when we had English last period, Deveny said she would bring in some sugar today for the double period so we get hyped up and do more work + answer her questions during class discussions more often. So when the bell rang for period 1 we all stood outside the classroom in the freaking cold waiting for her..and the food, more like waiting for the food, though. First thing we did when we got inside the classroom was go for the doughnuts. Yummie yummie, Krispy Kreme doughnuts! Mmm. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We bludged most of the time for the double period. But then again, it's not like we ever do much work in English anyway. People participated more in the class discussions though, like me. :) Had to do chapter questions and we only got through to about 4 questions when there was like, 22 questions I think? LOL. Yeah see, we don't do anything in English at all, except talk. :P The girls and I got sick of doing the questions so we started playing charades, haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Other than that, nothing really happened at school besides the usual stuff. Had sport today, tennis. We never play these days man, we just pay $5 to go there and eat, gossip, and watch the guys play. We sat in the court watching them play for a bit. I swearrrr they are freaking hilarious! Ahh, funny stuff. Then we decided to go back up to the place that has become our usual spot at sport every week, to gossip about random stuff and bitch about particular people ;). Us girls can't help it ya know, it's natural! :P Got back to school and just stole some of Christine's KFC chips that the boys bought, haha. And yeah, the girls, including me, and the boys just stood in the basketball court watching Leni play and talking about random things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hardcore study study for Physics exam tomorrow! Been studying for a while now, there's so much to know, everything we learnt was rushed. :( Wish me luck!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9087740336687655039-1383577216212935535?l=artof-love.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://artof-love.blogspot.com/feeds/1383577216212935535/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9087740336687655039&amp;postID=1383577216212935535&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9087740336687655039/posts/default/1383577216212935535'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9087740336687655039/posts/default/1383577216212935535'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://artof-love.blogspot.com/2009/05/krispy-kreme.html' title='KRISPY KREME!'/><author><name>LISAAA.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10430451975237156408</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-_zFr1_qe7g/SpTNsi0BVEI/AAAAAAAAAD8/rqMjKHb_Nkg/S220/SDC10369.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9087740336687655039.post-8017119434993458338</id><published>2009-05-12T15:35:00.004+10:00</published><updated>2009-05-13T17:20:07.222+10:00</updated><title type='text'>EW TUTOR</title><content type='html'>What a waste of my school night man! Got tutor from 5pm till 8:30pm tonight, yeap, 3 and a half hours. Gg to mee. :( I cbf going man, seriously. On the bright side, it'll help and prepare me for my Physics exam on Thursday! Need to hardcore study for it later, I'll probably start studying when I get back from tutor tonight. Need to do good in this exam! Even though my last exam mark was alright, but I'm always motivated to do good in Physics. Hehehe. ;D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nothing much happened today, the same old usual school day as always I guess. I had a split double period of Ancient History so I couldn't really escape doing my speech. Glad I got it over and done with though! Didn't wanna keep dragging it anyway. Omg, I was so nervous when it was my turn to do my speech after Sophie. :( But I guess it was...alright? It was kinda short compared to everyone else's but it was within the time limit so that was okay. Hmm, had assembly and when Christine and I saw Salviani we went prettttty crazy, haha :D. He was talking on assembly for a bit and that kept me awake and running. But when he finished, I got sleepy again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, gonna go shower and eat now. I'll continue blogging about my usual day later, if I get time to. If not, I'll finish it when I get back. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Continuing from where I left off..Hmm, where was I? Oh right, assembly. Well, we had these boring careers people come in and talk to us like we always do. Won't blame anyone if they fall asleep during them either, cause believe me, they are so god dayum boring. After assembly I had Ancient and we just bludged.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gosh, sitting at tutor for about 3 and a half hours felt like the longest shit ever. Even my tutor teacher agreed. I was just sitting there doing Physics questions from a textbook, getting prepared for the exam. Then had maths afterwards but I don't remember doing much, haha. Went home at 8:30pm. 6 weeks off tutor! Cause my tutor has exams and needs to prepare for it and stuff sooo, yeah. What a long break.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9087740336687655039-8017119434993458338?l=artof-love.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://artof-love.blogspot.com/feeds/8017119434993458338/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9087740336687655039&amp;postID=8017119434993458338&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9087740336687655039/posts/default/8017119434993458338'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9087740336687655039/posts/default/8017119434993458338'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://artof-love.blogspot.com/2009/05/ew-tutor.html' title='EW TUTOR'/><author><name>LISAAA.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10430451975237156408</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-_zFr1_qe7g/SpTNsi0BVEI/AAAAAAAAAD8/rqMjKHb_Nkg/S220/SDC10369.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9087740336687655039.post-7638008776939098384</id><published>2009-05-10T14:06:00.003+10:00</published><updated>2009-05-10T19:59:36.371+10:00</updated><title type='text'>HAPPY MOTHERS DAY</title><content type='html'>Wooot! Tutor teacher cancelled tutor for today. :) I have tutor on Tuesday instead of today though. He's busy with uni work and exams or something lol. Good thing I have tutor on Tuesday though, cause I have a Physics exam on the following Thursday so he can help me with stuff for it. What to do nowww? I'll probably do my school homework and then catch up on Gossip Girl + 90210. :D&lt;br /&gt;Dustin Milligan anyone?! Yeah Christine? Hehe. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i683.photobucket.com/albums/vv196/love-lisaa/DustinMilligan-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 201px; height: 281px;" src="http://i683.photobucket.com/albums/vv196/love-lisaa/DustinMilligan-1.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;          &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i683.photobucket.com/albums/vv196/love-lisaa/DustinMilligan.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 192px; height: 281px;" src="http://i683.photobucket.com/albums/vv196/love-lisaa/DustinMilligan.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Cuteee! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Home alone right now cause my sister and dad went shops to buy stuff. It looks like it's gonna rain soon, the sky looks dark and ugly. It's quite cold as well. Where's the sun today! :( Ahh, school tomorrow. Hope it doesn't end up raining cause I hate walking home in the rain. I just had the KFC leftovers from last night as my lunch. Haha, how healthy is that? Gotta remind myself to go over my History speech that I'll probably get over and done with on Tuesday and study for Physics exam on Thursday. Wish me luck! :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Update&lt;/span&gt;: Soo like, my aunty called me up at like 4pm and told me to come over to eat since my cousin's came down to visit, since it was Mothers' Day. She thought I had tutor so she didn't call earlier, but I ended up not having tutor. I had lamb for dinner. Yum yum! Haven't eaten it in a looong while. We didn't do much after that, just sat around talking about random stuff and telling each other riddles, haha. Nothing that exciting. Cousins dropped me and my sister home at around 7pm. And that's that.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9087740336687655039-7638008776939098384?l=artof-love.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://artof-love.blogspot.com/feeds/7638008776939098384/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9087740336687655039&amp;postID=7638008776939098384&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9087740336687655039/posts/default/7638008776939098384'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9087740336687655039/posts/default/7638008776939098384'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://artof-love.blogspot.com/2009/05/no-tutor.html' title='HAPPY MOTHERS DAY'/><author><name>LISAAA.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10430451975237156408</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-_zFr1_qe7g/SpTNsi0BVEI/AAAAAAAAAD8/rqMjKHb_Nkg/S220/SDC10369.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9087740336687655039.post-4875210185888218952</id><published>2009-05-09T22:36:00.001+10:00</published><updated>2009-05-09T22:38:11.633+10:00</updated><title type='text'>NEED TO UPDATE ON GOSSIP GIRL</title><content type='html'>I'm like, 3 episodes behind on Gossip Girl .. and 90210, I think. Been capped for so long I haven't been able to update on my music or TV series. :( Finally got around to download my music updates and episodes but I haven't watched them yet lol. Too lazy right now. I wonder what happens though..Hmm. Chace Crawford, hehe. Full nice. ;D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i683.photobucket.com/albums/vv196/love-lisaa/Chace_Crawford2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 280px;" src="http://i683.photobucket.com/albums/vv196/love-lisaa/Chace_Crawford2.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;         &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i683.photobucket.com/albums/vv196/love-lisaa/chace7.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 294px; height: 220px;" src="http://i683.photobucket.com/albums/vv196/love-lisaa/chace7.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hot or whatttt? *drools :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Didn't do anything today as per usual, I guess. Just sat around in my room doing my tutor homework with the computer on and music. :) I feel so tired now. Gave up on the work and there's nothing to do. Well there is, I should really update on my episodes cause I don't wanna be heaps behind, but I don't feel like watching at the moment. So that leaves me just sitting here on MSN, doing nothing really. Okay nevermind, tutor teacher told me to do more dot points, so I have to continue now T__T. I swear he's always trying to kill me. *rolls eyes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Went last minute Mother's day shopping to get something for my mum at around 4pm, after we went to pick up my sister from tutor. Mum wanted pjs but then when I got there, there were only big sizes left so I got her a box of chocolates instead. Yes, that was a chat present. I feel bad, lol. :( Oh well, at least I got her something though, I think.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been spending most of today doing my Physics tutor homework man. I'm so tired and my tutors making me do more work. What is this! I had KFC for dinner tonight haha. Full fat, but it was nice since I was craving for it anyway. :) Dammit, tutor tomorrow!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9087740336687655039-4875210185888218952?l=artof-love.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://artof-love.blogspot.com/feeds/4875210185888218952/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9087740336687655039&amp;postID=4875210185888218952&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9087740336687655039/posts/default/4875210185888218952'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9087740336687655039/posts/default/4875210185888218952'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://artof-love.blogspot.com/2009/05/update-on-gossip-girl.html' title='NEED TO UPDATE ON GOSSIP GIRL'/><author><name>LISAAA.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10430451975237156408</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-_zFr1_qe7g/SpTNsi0BVEI/AAAAAAAAAD8/rqMjKHb_Nkg/S220/SDC10369.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9087740336687655039.post-2833032815176565101</id><published>2009-05-07T20:17:00.005+10:00</published><updated>2009-06-08T21:18:40.459+10:00</updated><title type='text'>FIGHT FOR LOVE - ELLIOTT YAMIN</title><content type='html'>Yaaay! Elliott Yamin's album is out! ;D Been waiting on it for ages. I love his songs. I haven't listened to the album yet though, just downloaded it. Hope it's good! Here's the download link if you want it. :) Man, I've been pretty lazy to blog lately, lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i683.photobucket.com/albums/vv196/love-lisaa/eyfightforlovecover2009.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 328px; height: 292px;" src="http://i683.photobucket.com/albums/vv196/love-lisaa/eyfightforlovecover2009.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mediafire.com/?inbrmdmozwn"&gt;http://www.mediafire.com/?inbrmdmozwn&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Credits to djweetart. Thanks! :)&lt;br /&gt;I'm addicted to one of his songs at the moment, "Don't Be Afraid".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/m_e5Xg9OiVM&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/m_e5Xg9OiVM&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&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/9087740336687655039-2833032815176565101?l=artof-love.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://artof-love.blogspot.com/feeds/2833032815176565101/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9087740336687655039&amp;postID=2833032815176565101&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9087740336687655039/posts/default/2833032815176565101'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9087740336687655039/posts/default/2833032815176565101'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://artof-love.blogspot.com/2009/05/fight-for-love-elliott-yamin.html' title='FIGHT FOR LOVE - ELLIOTT YAMIN'/><author><name>LISAAA.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10430451975237156408</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-_zFr1_qe7g/SpTNsi0BVEI/AAAAAAAAAD8/rqMjKHb_Nkg/S220/SDC10369.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9087740336687655039.post-3720246058969461333</id><published>2009-05-04T21:50:00.007+10:00</published><updated>2009-10-02T12:36:15.554+10:00</updated><title type='text'>And we're lying here but you're somewhere else, I don't wanna see what you don't feel</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: courier new;"&gt;♪ Elise Estrada - One Last Time &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay so, I'm just gonna release my emotions here. I have no idea what to do. Give up on the person I'm falling for, and just try and move on? Or stay as good friends with my feelings lingering around..waiting with hope as every day passes, that he'll feel the same way later on? Is there even a chance for me at all? I don't know what to feel. I'm so annoyed, frustrated and angry. I've been going through a lot of mixed emotions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Update: &lt;/span&gt;You know what, I've had enough of this. So fucking sick of this shit. I mean like, yeah you can't control your feelings for someone and all that ... but why, just why am I always falling for the wrong guy? Nothing ever turns out right for me. And yeah, I guess I just need to find the right person, but still. I always end up hurting myself cause of the guys I choose to fall in love with. I absolutely hate hate hate it! Hate it because I fall for people so easily. Hate it because love is my weakness. I know love isn't simple, but whyyy? Why can't it be simple, why does it cause people so much pain? Why does it cause problems and controversy for everyone if it doesn't turn out right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't hate love. I don't mind falling in love either, but I just hate how it's so painful. I always seem to overthink things. I can't stand it anymore. I'm letting go no matter how long it takes and how hard it is. I'm so fuckinggggg sick of it, fucks sake. I mean like, I really wanted to be with him, and I didn't mind waiting..but since he just wants to be friends, what's the point of even waiting for him anymore? I don't know what's going to happen future wise, things might change, but for now, I can't just keep holding onto him for a long while hoping that things will turn out the way I want them to be, out of the blue. I'm giving up on you, there's no point in even trying to make you feel the way I do, cause you just wanna be friends. Yes, it takes time but I doubt he'll ever feel the same way. I've been so confused, but now, I feel like I know I'm doing the right thing even though a part of me doesn't want to let go. But what's worse? Letting go and getting hurt by it, or holding on and getting hurt along the way? Which is why I'm choosing to let go of this, throw away my feelings for him cause it'll never work out in the end..with this one sided love going on. I try so hard not to break down .. but I always end up crying. It just kinda makes me feel better, really. And ranting on and letting out my emotions on my blog makes me feel better as well.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9087740336687655039-3720246058969461333?l=artof-love.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://artof-love.blogspot.com/feeds/3720246058969461333/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9087740336687655039&amp;postID=3720246058969461333&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9087740336687655039/posts/default/3720246058969461333'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9087740336687655039/posts/default/3720246058969461333'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://artof-love.blogspot.com/2009/05/cause-i-dont-believe-in-givin-up-please.html' title='And we&apos;re lying here but you&apos;re somewhere else, I don&apos;t wanna see what you don&apos;t feel'/><author><name>LISAAA.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10430451975237156408</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-_zFr1_qe7g/SpTNsi0BVEI/AAAAAAAAAD8/rqMjKHb_Nkg/S220/SDC10369.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9087740336687655039.post-2054657061484625825</id><published>2009-04-30T20:28:00.001+10:00</published><updated>2009-05-01T20:48:39.569+10:00</updated><title type='text'>GIGGLES VS TRIP</title><content type='html'>It was cooldddddd today! As usual, I guess. Nothing really happens, so I just blog about my uninteresting days half the time. So, Christine had to go Cross Country today to take pictures and stuff for the school newsletter, and left mee. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In double Physics today, we joined classes like we do every other double. But instead of staying in our normal labs we went into the common room to use the interactive whiteboard that the school just recently got. That thing is so coool!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I swear both Physics classes are LOL. Whenever Phull's explaining stuff and asks a question, the whole class just goes dead silent and no one answers the question at all. And I'm like, sitting there giggling cause everyone just totally snobs the question :L.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Phull got annoyed so he kept going .. "I swear I'm gonna pick on people if you guys don't answer! People that I know." ...And looks at me everytime (A). There was a time when he asked a question and again, no one answered so he was like "I'm gonna pick on people now! People that are giggling." Which was me, obviously.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And that's how I got my new nickname, he named me Giggles. What a cute nickname hahaha. Don't think Debrincat likes it though cause Phull's making him call me Giggles when he made up the name Trip for me roflll.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had English after lunch, Srnic's last day with us. :( Half of the class disappeared cause they went cross country. We bludged for the whole period, seeing as it was her last day. Srnic was just talking about how she's gonna miss us and the school and all that other stuff for half the period. We got our English assignments back as well, epic fail for me! T___T. I started breaking down cause of my mark and also for this fucking particular reason that just totally fucking pissed me off bad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then Srnic brought in a cake afterwards and we had a little party. Told us girls to cut the cake but they were scared to cut the bottom of the cake LOL. So I was being mature and went to cut the cake. :) And Sophie was like, "LISA! You touched the bottom of the cake!" and yeah you know what happens when you touch the bottom of the cake... 8-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When the bell rang we all farewelled our teacher and I waited for everyone to walk out of class before giving her a hug goodbye. Being the only person to give her a hug as well. Ngaaaw, I'm cute LOL!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9087740336687655039-2054657061484625825?l=artof-love.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://artof-love.blogspot.com/feeds/2054657061484625825/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9087740336687655039&amp;postID=2054657061484625825&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9087740336687655039/posts/default/2054657061484625825'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9087740336687655039/posts/default/2054657061484625825'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://artof-love.blogspot.com/2009/04/giggles-vs-trip.html' title='GIGGLES VS TRIP'/><author><name>LISAAA.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10430451975237156408</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-_zFr1_qe7g/SpTNsi0BVEI/AAAAAAAAAD8/rqMjKHb_Nkg/S220/SDC10369.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9087740336687655039.post-7487893324123532636</id><published>2009-04-29T17:15:00.002+10:00</published><updated>2009-04-29T18:11:03.312+10:00</updated><title type='text'>BACK TO SCHOOL</title><content type='html'>Yesterday was the last day of holidays for us. Did nothing special, just sat at home on the computer most of the time as per usual - trying to get my Ancient History assignment done, getting nowhere and stressing out over it, and looked after my sister while both my parents were at work. So yeah, we were home alone doing nothing interesting at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I dozed off at around 10:30pm last night, earlier than usual since I knew I wouldn't be able to get up so early this morning and would end up dying cause of the lack of sleep. Surprisingly, I had a nice sleep and didn't wake up in the middle of the night like I usually did every night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My alarm woke me up at 6:45am this morning. I was struggling to get out of bed cause first of all, it was way too early and I was still sleepy, and second, it was too warm in my bed to get up. :( Layed in bed till about 7:00am and when I got up to get everything ready it was freaking freeezing! Left the house and headed to the bus stop at 7:40am in the freezing cold T__T.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think my dopeyness is getting worse for the past 2 days. All these dope comments I've made rofl. In English, me and Brandon were asking the teacher if we needed to return our previous books.&lt;br /&gt;Brandon: Miss, do we need to return King Lear and Sons &amp;amp; Lovers?&lt;br /&gt;Srnic: No, just keep them for now.&lt;br /&gt;Me: (asking Brandon) Do we need to return it?&lt;br /&gt;Brandon: No, we keep them.&lt;br /&gt;Me: Really?&lt;br /&gt;LOL I swear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And at lunch, Christine was showing me her hand made cd case that she made in maths. When she gave it to me it was like ..&lt;br /&gt;Me: Thanks, thinking..wtf is this cd for? LOL.&lt;br /&gt;Christine: That's not yours, I was just showing you what I did.&lt;br /&gt;That was embarrassing! :$&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So anyway, we had tennis for sport 5th and 6th period. I got lazy to wear sports uniform since it wasn't ironed yet so I just wore my school uniform for the day, not like we're active during sport anyway. We didn't play, just sat around talking and I was watching Cathy, Brandon, Jackie and Sean play most of the time. ;) Went to go buy food afterwards cause I was getting a bit hungry. Can't believe Mandy con ma is doing the same sport as us. Ew ew ew!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Slept after school for 2 hours when I got home. I was pretty tired. :( And yeahh, that was my first school day, not that interesting, right? :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9087740336687655039-7487893324123532636?l=artof-love.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://artof-love.blogspot.com/feeds/7487893324123532636/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9087740336687655039&amp;postID=7487893324123532636&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9087740336687655039/posts/default/7487893324123532636'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9087740336687655039/posts/default/7487893324123532636'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://artof-love.blogspot.com/2009/04/back-to-school.html' title='BACK TO SCHOOL'/><author><name>LISAAA.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10430451975237156408</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-_zFr1_qe7g/SpTNsi0BVEI/AAAAAAAAAD8/rqMjKHb_Nkg/S220/SDC10369.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9087740336687655039.post-1446379934483755696</id><published>2009-04-27T21:23:00.016+10:00</published><updated>2009-04-28T13:46:10.075+10:00</updated><title type='text'>AM I DOPE OR WHAT?!</title><content type='html'>So like, I'm on MSN right, and I had my personal message displayed as the song I was listening to. I kept changing songs non stop cause I skip like, half my playlist most of the time. Made a fully dope comment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-  i   &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;AGENT&lt;/span&gt;    #01 &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 128, 255);"&gt;Christine&lt;/span&gt; says:&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;woman go slow on itunes :L&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;keep changing songs hahahaa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-  i   &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;AGENT&lt;/span&gt;    #03            &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;♥&lt;/span&gt;     Lisaaa. says:&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;by who?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;AGENT&lt;/span&gt; #01                   &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 128, 255);"&gt;Christine&lt;/span&gt;         says:&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;lol as in u know how it displays what ur listening to&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-  i   &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;AGENT&lt;/span&gt; #03            &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;♥&lt;/span&gt;     Lisaaa. says:&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;OH&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-  i   &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;AGENT&lt;/span&gt; #01                   &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 128, 255);"&gt;Christine&lt;/span&gt;         says:&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;it was like changing non stop the song.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-  i   &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;AGENT&lt;/span&gt;    #03            &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;♥&lt;/span&gt;Lisaaa. says:&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;LOOOOL&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-  i   &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;AGENT&lt;/span&gt;    #01                   &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 128, 255);"&gt;Christine&lt;/span&gt;         says:&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;LOLLL&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-  i   &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;AGENT    &lt;/span&gt;#03            &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;♥&lt;/span&gt;     Lisaaa. says:&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;i was like&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-  i   &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;AGENT    &lt;/span&gt;#01&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 128, 255);"&gt;                   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 128, 255);"&gt;Christine&lt;/span&gt;         says:&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;what do u mean by who ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-  i   &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;AGENT&lt;/span&gt;    #03            &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;♥&lt;/span&gt;     Lisaaa. says:&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;....wtf what kind of song is woman go slow&lt;br /&gt;*ahahahahahahahahaha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-  i   &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;AGENT&lt;/span&gt;    #01                   &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 128, 255);"&gt;Christine&lt;/span&gt;         says:&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;LMAOOOOOO&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;HAHAHAH&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-  i   &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;AGENT&lt;/span&gt;    #03            &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;♥ &lt;/span&gt;    Lisaaa. says:&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;omg thats dope LOL.&lt;br /&gt;*LOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOL&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-  i   &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;AGENT&lt;/span&gt;    #01 &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;                  &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 128, 255);"&gt;Christine&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;         says:&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;farr lmaooo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;thats funny shits.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;dope fs&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-  i   &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;AGENT&lt;/span&gt;    #03            &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;♥&lt;/span&gt;     Lisaaa. says:&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;ahahahaha&lt;br /&gt;*i thought you said&lt;br /&gt;*you were listening to "woman go slow" on itunes&lt;br /&gt;*and you kept changing songs&lt;br /&gt;*and i was like ^o)&lt;br /&gt;*LOL&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-  i   &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;AGENT&lt;/span&gt;    #01                   &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 128, 255);"&gt;Christine&lt;/span&gt;         says:&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;roflma.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;mega i.m !!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOLOLOL I swear, I'm never gonna get over that. Dopiest comment I've ever made in my life. Fucking hilarious shat hahahaha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here it goes again...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-  i   &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;AGENT&lt;/span&gt;    #01                   &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 128, 255);"&gt;Christine&lt;/span&gt;         says:&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;lol u were jst changing songs non stop again :L&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;wheneever i see what ur listening to&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;im gna think&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;abt what happened&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;hahaha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-  i   &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;AGENT&lt;/span&gt;    #03            &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;♥&lt;/span&gt;     Lisaaa. says:&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;yeah :L&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;how can u tell ? LOL&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-  i   &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;AGENT&lt;/span&gt;    #01 &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;                  &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 128, 255);"&gt;Christine&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(140, 240, 120);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;        says:&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;it changes ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-  i   &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;AGENT&lt;/span&gt;    #03            &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;♥&lt;/span&gt;     Lisaaa. says:&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;....shut up&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;LOL&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At least it wasn't as bad as the first comment I made though. Yeah, a little embarassing but I just had to post it cause it was so funny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then it happened again the next hour..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-  i   &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;AGENT&lt;/span&gt;    #08 &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;♥&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;βrоnѕоn&lt;/span&gt;&lt;u&gt;ℓоvеѕ&lt;/u&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Міміі&lt;3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;♥&lt;/span&gt; says:&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;lol look uhmm&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;that girl knows --&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-  i   &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;AGENT&lt;/span&gt;    #03            &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;♥&lt;/span&gt;     Lisaaa. says:&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;my msn is on the right &lt;&lt;&lt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;GET UPDATED&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-  i   &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;AGENT&lt;/span&gt;    #08 &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;♥&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;βrоnѕоn&lt;/span&gt;&lt;u&gt;ℓоvеѕ&lt;/u&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Міміі&lt;3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;♥&lt;/span&gt; says:&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;LMAO&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;-- right?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-  i   &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;AGENT&lt;/span&gt;    #03            &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;♥&lt;/span&gt;     Lisaaa. says:&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;yea&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;the new version&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(I)            leиι le иgυчeи says:&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 128, 255); font-style: italic;"&gt;:L&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 128, 255); font-style: italic;"&gt;thats LEFT&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-  i   &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;AGENT&lt;/span&gt;    #08 &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;♥&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;βrоnѕоn&lt;/span&gt;&lt;u&gt;ℓоvеѕ&lt;/u&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Міміі&lt;3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;♥&lt;/span&gt; says:&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;its left&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-  i   &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;AGENT&lt;/span&gt;    #03            &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;♥&lt;/span&gt;     Lisaaa. says:&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;............oh shit&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-  i   &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;AGENT&lt;/span&gt;    #08 &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;♥&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;βrоnѕоn&lt;/span&gt;&lt;u&gt;ℓоvеѕ&lt;/u&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Міміі&lt;3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;♥&lt;/span&gt; says:&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;LOL!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(I)            leиι le иgυчeи says:&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 128, 255); font-style: italic;"&gt;--------&gt; THATS RIGHT&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 128, 255); font-style: italic;"&gt;:L&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 128, 255); font-style: italic;"&gt;GET UPDATED !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-  i   &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;AGENT&lt;/span&gt;    #08 &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;♥&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;βrоnѕоn&lt;/span&gt;&lt;u&gt;ℓоvеѕ&lt;/u&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Міміі&lt;3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;♥&lt;/span&gt; says:&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Lol! Co-ordination confused :-O&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Soo i.m xD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-  i   &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;AGENT&lt;/span&gt;    #03            &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;♥&lt;/span&gt;     Lisaaa. says:&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;LOL&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9087740336687655039-1446379934483755696?l=artof-love.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://artof-love.blogspot.com/feeds/1446379934483755696/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9087740336687655039&amp;postID=1446379934483755696&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9087740336687655039/posts/default/1446379934483755696'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9087740336687655039/posts/default/1446379934483755696'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://artof-love.blogspot.com/2009/04/am-i-dope-or-what.html' title='AM I DOPE OR WHAT?!'/><author><name>LISAAA.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10430451975237156408</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-_zFr1_qe7g/SpTNsi0BVEI/AAAAAAAAAD8/rqMjKHb_Nkg/S220/SDC10369.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9087740336687655039.post-7391613536948772173</id><published>2009-04-25T17:45:00.006+10:00</published><updated>2009-04-25T19:36:55.773+10:00</updated><title type='text'>EW AND YAY</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY VICTOR!&lt;/span&gt; :D&lt;br /&gt;Poor thing has his birthday on ANZAC day, that sucks. :X&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The ew thing is, I start tutor again tomorrow, after 2 weeks off. I was suppose to take this week off for laser but I already took last week off since my tutor had to study for his exams so I miss out on all the fun tomorrow. :( Hope you guys have fun! Update me on it and all the goss Christine. ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I quit my English tutor that turned into study classes cause no one goes anymore. Soo yeah, 3 and a half hours of tutor tomorrow here I come! Since I quit English tutor, my dad wants me to go to a different English tutor buttttt I seriously cbf and I hate hate hate English!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, hoooray for school in a couple of days! Hooray cause it's so boring at home, there's absolutely nothing to do. Though I should get a move on with my Ancient History assignment due soon cause I'm kinda stressing out on it right now since there's so many parts to it, which might take a million years to finish, but that's boring too. I cbf for it, and I'm still in holiday mode. (Y)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Definitely not looking forward to all the stacks of homework and all that usual crap when we get back to school though. But I'm looking forward to seeing everyone again cause like I said, it's seriously boring at home when I'm sitting in front of the computer all day doing nothing at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haven't been doing much lately except sit here, as usual. I tell myself I'll hardcore on the Ancient History assignment but I end up spending half an hour or so on it, and give up..which practically doesn't get anywhere half the time. I should really get out of the habit of procrasinating so much and get things over and done with so I don't have to bother about it anymore, but it always happens. :(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9087740336687655039-7391613536948772173?l=artof-love.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://artof-love.blogspot.com/feeds/7391613536948772173/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9087740336687655039&amp;postID=7391613536948772173&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9087740336687655039/posts/default/7391613536948772173'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9087740336687655039/posts/default/7391613536948772173'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://artof-love.blogspot.com/2009/04/ew-and-hooray.html' title='EW AND YAY'/><author><name>LISAAA.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10430451975237156408</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-_zFr1_qe7g/SpTNsi0BVEI/AAAAAAAAAD8/rqMjKHb_Nkg/S220/SDC10369.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9087740336687655039.post-1822312136246598318</id><published>2009-04-22T20:27:00.007+10:00</published><updated>2009-04-23T09:44:53.663+10:00</updated><title type='text'>HAPPY 16TH BIRTHDAY TO MEEE</title><content type='html'>Okay well, the day didn't go out as planned at all.. It didn't rain though, so that was a good thing. My invite list consisted of 17 people, 10 couldn't go, so 7 were suppose to turn up today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jenn picked me up at around 10:40am and then we met up with Sean and Arthur at Cabra station. We called Thomas and Henry up and asked if they were coming, but they had food poisoning from the raw food at Simon's party yesterday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vanessa was kinda running late and the train was gonna leave so we kinda got on without her. It was a bad mistake. Then we called her while we were on the train. Felt bad so we got off at Fairfield station and decided to take the next train back to Cabra to go back for her, but she got pissed, rage quit. :/ But yeah, I'm really sorry!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So Me, Jenn, Sean and Arthur ended up waiting at Fairfield for the next train. I kinda noticed they didn't feel like going anymore since it was just us 4 and it must have felt awkward, so I told them they could go back home. That's what they did. So that left me and Jenn, just us two for the day. It didn't feel awkward at alll. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We got to the city and I got hungry so we headed to Macca's for lunch. God freaking dammit, if you're reading this Jenn, I swear you eat so fast! By the time I started eating my fries, she finished hers, you fat shit LOL. Nah just kidding :P hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After we finished eating we walked around George St trying to find where the Capitols place was. We couldn't find it so we went into Market City and went around for a bit. When we walked back out...we saw it right in front of our faces! I swear that was fully dope LOLLL! Then again, I saw the word "Capitol" around the place and I was wondering..Well, the Capitol place should be here somewhere. But we didn't even see it until later rofl. Funny stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not our fault we're noobs and don't know our way around the city much. :( So yeah, went to take caps, which looked like shit cause we had no idea what we were doing half the time, which is why I'm not gonna post them up, and then decided to go looking for the Apple store..."Eating apples" Yeah Sean? HAHAHAHA! and yeah, did some more walking and wandering around like lost cunts. Had noo idea where it was so we gave up on that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Didn't have anything else to do so we went to Darling Harbour for a bit and did some more walking! Then headed off to wait for the train at around 2:30pm. Finally got to sit down and rest. We were so tired from walking around all day, but that was the most exercise I've had since the holidays started. Cause I'm fat. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Got off at Cabra and waited till 4:08pm for our bus home. We couldn't even walk anymore cause our feet were so sore from all the walking and blisters forming. We're crippled for a few days now LOL. I have blisters on the sole of my feet. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But yeah, it was an alright day I guess. EPIC FAIL. In reponse to Jenn's blog, it's ooookay, don't worry about it. No need to feel bad cause at least we got to meet up! Which we've been wanting to do but haven't done in ages. Soo yeah :D My legs are starting to ache now, and I'm soooooo tired!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9087740336687655039-1822312136246598318?l=artof-love.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://artof-love.blogspot.com/feeds/1822312136246598318/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9087740336687655039&amp;postID=1822312136246598318&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9087740336687655039/posts/default/1822312136246598318'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9087740336687655039/posts/default/1822312136246598318'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://artof-love.blogspot.com/2009/04/happy-16th-birthday-to-meee.html' title='HAPPY 16TH BIRTHDAY TO MEEE'/><author><name>LISAAA.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10430451975237156408</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-_zFr1_qe7g/SpTNsi0BVEI/AAAAAAAAAD8/rqMjKHb_Nkg/S220/SDC10369.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9087740336687655039.post-7003480985346146833</id><published>2009-04-21T09:37:00.003+10:00</published><updated>2009-04-21T18:19:55.910+10:00</updated><title type='text'>HAPPY BIRTHDAY SIMON!</title><content type='html'>Well yeah, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY SIMON!&lt;/span&gt; :D&lt;br /&gt;My birthday is tomorrow! ;D hehe.&lt;br /&gt;Turns out more than half my group and invite list aren't even turning up. How depressing man, ffs. Felt so cut. :( Oh well, I guess I'll just have to make the most of it, better than nothing anyway. As Jenn said, yeah that was pretty unorganised alright. Update on it tomorrow when I get back. As for the pictures...I'm capped, so you'll have to wait till next month. :P&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9087740336687655039-7003480985346146833?l=artof-love.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://artof-love.blogspot.com/feeds/7003480985346146833/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9087740336687655039&amp;postID=7003480985346146833&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9087740336687655039/posts/default/7003480985346146833'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9087740336687655039/posts/default/7003480985346146833'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://artof-love.blogspot.com/2009/04/happy-birthday-simon.html' title='HAPPY BIRTHDAY SIMON!'/><author><name>LISAAA.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10430451975237156408</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-_zFr1_qe7g/SpTNsi0BVEI/AAAAAAAAAD8/rqMjKHb_Nkg/S220/SDC10369.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9087740336687655039.post-6862338707428569210</id><published>2009-04-18T13:14:00.024+10:00</published><updated>2009-06-09T15:46:12.184+10:00</updated><title type='text'>FULL FAT PARTY! ;D</title><content type='html'>Going to Christine's house for the food party this afternoon around 4pm. I'll update when I get back from it, or tomorrow if I don't get the chance to log on afterwards. Exciteddddd! ;D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Update&lt;/span&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;Well, I was home by myself for half the day and had nothing to do so since no one was on MSN so I decided to go play Wii...by myself. Got too into it that I forgot to get ready and when I looked at the clock it was like 3:45pm so I was like, oh no! need to get ready to see Christine. ;) Dad came home at 4 since he was taking my sister home from tutor and dropped me off at Christine's.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Got there and I saw Christine and Tram at the front of the house waiting for people. Went to put down the fried rice and went to sit at the front of the house with Christine, and we just sat there talking and waiting for people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We all got hungry so we ate before the others came. There was sooo much food, we didn't even touch it much. Takeaway food home, cause we're Asian! (H). After we finished eating we went rollerblading and biking up and down the street, that slope was so fun to go down, it was tiring to go up though LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went inside the house after a while since it was getting cold. Played Taboo for a few hours and it got boring so Christine and I decided to go back on the road. So freaking coldddddd outside! Omg as we were walking back to the house there was this security patrol car with some Indian in it I think, and us girls were getting freaked out cause it just suddenly stopped a few metres ahead of us. :( It got scary, but nothing happened.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we got back inside the house they were still going with Taboo, like what the hell. Full junkies. Played with Christine's nephew. He's so cuteeee. :) Locked me inside Christine's room and wouldn't let me out hahaha. Hmm, I don't remember anything else that happened but yeah, left around 10pm. That was a good night! :D I'll upload pictures when I get them off Christine..or when I get uncapped. Oh yeah, the photos. I forgot lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i683.photobucket.com/albums/vv196/love-lisaa/DSC08660.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 350px;" src="http://i683.photobucket.com/albums/vv196/love-lisaa/DSC08660.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i683.photobucket.com/albums/vv196/love-lisaa/modified.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 350px;" src="http://i683.photobucket.com/albums/vv196/love-lisaa/modified.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&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/9087740336687655039-6862338707428569210?l=artof-love.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://artof-love.blogspot.com/feeds/6862338707428569210/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9087740336687655039&amp;postID=6862338707428569210&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9087740336687655039/posts/default/6862338707428569210'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9087740336687655039/posts/default/6862338707428569210'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://artof-love.blogspot.com/2009/04/full-fat-party-d.html' title='FULL FAT PARTY! ;D'/><author><name>LISAAA.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10430451975237156408</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-_zFr1_qe7g/SpTNsi0BVEI/AAAAAAAAAD8/rqMjKHb_Nkg/S220/SDC10369.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9087740336687655039.post-1853126074281604885</id><published>2009-04-15T19:45:00.012+10:00</published><updated>2009-06-09T15:53:52.046+10:00</updated><title type='text'>TIRING DAY</title><content type='html'>Just realised...&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;7 DAYS TILL MY 16TH BIRTHDAY! :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Random note but haha 7 days, reminds me of Craig David's song LOL allll Sean's fault. :P The Craig David fan club, yeah Sean? Hehe. We're so cool. (H)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So anyway, my sister came barging in my room telling me to wake up at like, 10am cause my family decided to go eat Yum Cha at Cabra for lunch. Stayed in bed until 10:30 cause I was still sleepy and too lazy to get up haha. Got up to get ready to head off for lunch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was so freaking packed. My dad refused to go park in the main car park so we ended up driving around wasting half an hour searching for spots in the small car parks. Had to eventually go into the main car park and park there, which took like 2 minutes to find a fucking spot as opposed to the other areas ==. What a waste of time man. I was getting hungry too LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was so full after all that food. Went to get some sugar cane drink afterwards even though I was full haha. My mum needed to buy some stuff so I went around with her, and coincidently bumped into Anthony! Whom I haven't seen in quite a while since everyone quit tutor. Nice seeing ya again! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We left Cabra afterwards and my parents decided to go to that huge Bing Lee store located in..Guildford I think? And yeah, finally decided on which LCD we were gonna buy, since we were planning to buy one like, a couple of months ago. It's coming tomorrow! Hehe. Yeah, we lag okay. :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then went to Harvey Norman in the Megacenta in Liverpool cause my dad needed to find something. Bumped into Jacinta! Chit chatted for a bit and then yeah, we walked out and went to get Krispy Kreme doughnuts. :D Haven't eaten them in aaages! You full get fat from it though :( haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that, we went back to my Grandma's and stayed there for a bit and went back home. Had dinner, mum made Laos food again. :) I wasn't that hungry though, Yum Cha was kinda filling. And now I'm hereee. So yeah, all in all, it wasn't such an interesting day. Spent half the day out and about with the family and that was pretty much it. I wanna play Isketch! Where the hell is everyone. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Omg I'm so addicted to the song Dead &amp;amp; Gone - T.I ft. Justin Timberlake. What a good combination of artists, cause they're both fucking hothottttttttttttt! ;D ♥&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/H0NVIroAyP4&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/H0NVIroAyP4&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9087740336687655039-1853126074281604885?l=artof-love.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://artof-love.blogspot.com/feeds/1853126074281604885/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9087740336687655039&amp;postID=1853126074281604885&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9087740336687655039/posts/default/1853126074281604885'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9087740336687655039/posts/default/1853126074281604885'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://artof-love.blogspot.com/2009/04/tiring-day.html' title='TIRING DAY'/><author><name>LISAAA.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10430451975237156408</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-_zFr1_qe7g/SpTNsi0BVEI/AAAAAAAAAD8/rqMjKHb_Nkg/S220/SDC10369.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9087740336687655039.post-4742138835038594645</id><published>2009-04-13T18:54:00.007+10:00</published><updated>2009-06-09T15:57:39.914+10:00</updated><title type='text'>ICE SKATING</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Update on yesterday:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, my whole family, including my cousins, came over for my early birthday celebration yesterday night and my grandpa's funeral anniversary thingo ... whatever it's called. I guess it's pretty weird celebrating my birthday with my grandpa's anniversary thing every year cause it's like, happy and sad, but it's not my fault that the dates are close to each other LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Omg there was sooo much freaking food to eat and I was so hungry after being at my uncle's house to teach him how to use his computer and shit with my cousin. So much for taking 30 seconds, we ended up staying there for an hour or so. When we got back everyone was waiting for us. My cousin and her boyfriend gave me my birthday present early, got a scarf and some bangles. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i683.photobucket.com/albums/vv196/love-lisaa/SDC10854.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 380px; height: 318px;" src="http://i683.photobucket.com/albums/vv196/love-lisaa/SDC10854.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We waited for the food and just sat at the dinner table cause we were all hungry haha. No one ate much food though, but we were so full afterwards. Watched a bit of So You Think You Can Dance and then cut my cake. :D Then we continued watching it until like, 930 and everyone left. What a day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Today:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went iceskating today. Me, Christine, Gorden, Thomas, Sean, Arthur, Henry, Brandon, I think that was it..hope I didn't forget anyone LOL. Yes, me and Christine were the only girls, haha. Waited for Christine to come pick me up and we headed off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No one was there when we got there though, so we waited for the rest of the laggers. Wasted like, half an hour watching these pro girls skate. But then we were allowed to stay in the rink for as long as we wanted so that was good, thanks to Sean LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went off the ice to go eat, we were getting hungry :). Had like, 2 plates of chips and 2 plates of wedges shared between me, Christine, Arthur and Brandon. Full fat?! Yeah, totally. Just bummed around outside for a bit then went in to iceskate for a few mins and we all got tired so we gave up and decided to go back home. I was fucking freeezing. :( Stupid Sean, should've told me you had a jumper! Your fault LOL. Had a gooood day! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, the quality of the pictures were so blurry, cause of stupid black cunt Brandon and his shaky hands LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i683.photobucket.com/albums/vv196/love-lisaa/DSC08636.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 380px; height: 318px;" src="http://i683.photobucket.com/albums/vv196/love-lisaa/DSC08636.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i683.photobucket.com/albums/vv196/love-lisaa/DSC08637.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 380px; height: 318px;" src="http://i683.photobucket.com/albums/vv196/love-lisaa/DSC08637.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i683.photobucket.com/albums/vv196/love-lisaa/DSC08639.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 380px; height: 318px;" src="http://i683.photobucket.com/albums/vv196/love-lisaa/DSC08639.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i683.photobucket.com/albums/vv196/love-lisaa/DSC08633.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 380px; height: 318px;" src="http://i683.photobucket.com/albums/vv196/love-lisaa/DSC08633.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i683.photobucket.com/albums/vv196/love-lisaa/DSC08649.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 380px; height: 318px;" src="http://i683.photobucket.com/albums/vv196/love-lisaa/DSC08649.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&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/9087740336687655039-4742138835038594645?l=artof-love.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://artof-love.blogspot.com/feeds/4742138835038594645/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9087740336687655039&amp;postID=4742138835038594645&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9087740336687655039/posts/default/4742138835038594645'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9087740336687655039/posts/default/4742138835038594645'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://artof-love.blogspot.com/2009/04/family.html' title='ICE SKATING'/><author><name>LISAAA.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10430451975237156408</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-_zFr1_qe7g/SpTNsi0BVEI/AAAAAAAAAD8/rqMjKHb_Nkg/S220/SDC10369.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9087740336687655039.post-7676424955106168713</id><published>2009-04-10T09:48:00.006+10:00</published><updated>2009-04-13T19:33:19.120+10:00</updated><title type='text'>HOLIDAYS</title><content type='html'>Woooooo! School's out for 2 weeks! :D I'm so effing excited for all these outting plans, hehe. Andddd my 16th birthday too! :) can't wait. Need to get Ancient History assignment over and done with but I haven't started and it seems boring.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Didn't get to blog about yesterday so I'll do it now, since I can't get back to sleep. School was sooo boring. It was just me, Sophie, Vyvian and the boys at recess and lunch. We didn't even get to bludge! T__T. Freaking teachers made us do pracs during the double periods for Chem and Physics. Argh, bitches. Phull was gonna let us watch a movie in Physics too, but noo Debrincat made us do this stupid prac over and over again ==.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Omg, my Chem teacher is like, full pedo. &gt;.&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sir: Hey, come into class.&lt;br /&gt;Me: Nah sir.&lt;
