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rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fJ2jiuq8kpA/Slsr7tEYrLI/AAAAAAAAASU/TEitybDg0UI/S220/slide.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-658648659956828396.post-3952735723728161644</id><published>2010-08-18T23:51:00.008+10:00</published><updated>2010-08-23T18:27:26.908+10:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='birthday'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='internet'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='trends'/><title type='text'>Nostalgic thoughts</title><content type='html'>I'm sacrificing an extra hour of sleep to blog instead because:&lt;br /&gt;a) I just recieved an unexpected email from Neopets and i need to tell everyone about it&lt;br /&gt;b) I feel that i have to do it now because i am aging soon, which means i have to abandoned Neopets&lt;br /&gt;c)i realised that i haven't blogged in awhile&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So i understand that the above three points barley co-relates with each other. But don't worry everything will be explained and be made more clear by the end of this entry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So today, i randomly decided to check my junk mail from my email. Then i stumbled into an old friend that i haven't seen in years! - Especially during the late half of my teen years.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It said:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: arial;"&gt;Hi loveclarara,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We're sending you this email because you haven't logged in to your Neopets.com account in a while. Unfortunately, that means your account will be deleted on or around 2010-08-20, along with your Neopets, your items, and any other account information.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you wish to keep your Neopets account (hooray!), all you need to do is log in to www.neopets.com with your username and password before 2010-08-20 and your account will be safe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you'd like your account to be deleted (boo!), you don't need to do anything more. It will be deleted and we'll miss you dearly!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We hope to see you in Neopia soon!&lt;br /&gt;The Neopets Team&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;ROFL! you know back in the Neopet days, i always tried to figure out a way to 'kill' my Neopets... apparently starving them wasn't enough, even after leaving them malnutrition for a 'very very long time' (as commented from Neopets when they last "spotted" me-haha). So i decided to, you know, go back into memory lane and reminisce the good old days when Neopets used to entertain my naiive self and basically do what Facebook is doing to me now, - become a major distraction!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So i did a Neopet search on my account... and wow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;My dearest account&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fJ2jiuq8kpA/THIvjHBDeHI/AAAAAAAAAuc/zjMHcnrf3Bw/s1600/neopets.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 181px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fJ2jiuq8kpA/THIvjHBDeHI/AAAAAAAAAuc/zjMHcnrf3Bw/s400/neopets.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5508517574452934770" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My beloved Neopets&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fJ2jiuq8kpA/THIvi7tduqI/AAAAAAAAAuU/jk_eNE5zw5w/s1600/neopet+4.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 205px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fJ2jiuq8kpA/THIvi7tduqI/AAAAAAAAAuU/jk_eNE5zw5w/s400/neopet+4.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5508517571417979554" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fJ2jiuq8kpA/THIvh_rBX1I/AAAAAAAAAuE/Ci3fVKg6Tc4/s1600/neopet+2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 210px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fJ2jiuq8kpA/THIvh_rBX1I/AAAAAAAAAuE/Ci3fVKg6Tc4/s400/neopet+2.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5508517555301605202" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fJ2jiuq8kpA/THIviR8AjdI/AAAAAAAAAuM/guTsttAu83c/s1600/neopet+3.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 206px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fJ2jiuq8kpA/THIviR8AjdI/AAAAAAAAAuM/guTsttAu83c/s400/neopet+3.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5508517560204692946" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fJ2jiuq8kpA/THIvhjPqj0I/AAAAAAAAAt8/Hz1EbNztI7g/s1600/neopet+1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 210px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fJ2jiuq8kpA/THIvhjPqj0I/AAAAAAAAAt8/Hz1EbNztI7g/s400/neopet+1.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5508517547670671170" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I give myself a pat on the back because i was sooo creative back then with the names.&lt;br /&gt;•    Madison Taylor&lt;br /&gt;•    bluebear_cam&lt;br /&gt;•    blue_bunny_cam&lt;br /&gt;•    buffy_cam&lt;br /&gt;•    fluffy_cam&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha, it's so cheesy. Oh well shows how much of an imagination i had back when i was a kid. And i thought being a kid means you get to have the wildest imaginations! I must admit my imagination was actually quite limited back when i was a child.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;•    My imaginary friend left me when i was about 10 and that's because i realised having an imaginary friend was quite stupid. Her name was Sabrina (once again, i loved "Sabrina and the Teenage Witch' Starring Melissa Joan Heart [who is probably 30 by now])&lt;br /&gt;•    i remember when i was playing with Jessica, i couldn't pretend having the equipment needed in the game. I must have the exact object or an object that looks like the target tool in-order for me to continue to play. For example, if we were playing doctors - i must either have a stethoscope or at least use a measuring tape, wrap it around my neck and substitute that as my stethoscope) or i will be a bitch, chuck a sook and call it game over altogether.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wait, come to think of it- i was pretty imaginative (considering that i can substitue items with other items) but that means i am very materialistic too! which probably explains why i am so materialistic today, 11 pairs of shoes isn't enough!&lt;br /&gt;So anyway back to my original point. I can't believe after 8 years, i finally discovered that my neopets can actually die.. Or really me being terminated from my Neopets account.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well it was a good 8 years, eventhough when i hit high school - i quickly abandoned Neopets and then decided to become sucked into the Bebo fad instead. It's funny how the trends of the internet, acts as something quite similar to a rite of passage. It's like becoming a member in one of these community created by the internet, signals that we have departed one stage from our life, senter a new one. Seriously, belonging to one of these communities is like a ritual for a rite of passage.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E.g. Neopets marked primary school years (Glorious Childhood years)&lt;br /&gt;Bebo marked Jnr Highschool years (Teenybopper years)&lt;br /&gt;Facebook marked Snr Highschool years &amp;amp; uni (Present)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, speaking of age, i'm also aging tomorrow. I'm hitting the big 20 and truly saying goodbye to my teen years... (not that i haven't said goodbye to my teen years when i was 18). Hmm, i have a feeling that i will be saying goodbye to being a teenager when i hit 21  next year again as 21 really signifies that you are officially a 'young adult'... yeah, i'm so going to anticipate that. Seems like i'm going to have a quiet day and birthday tomorrow. Though, i am looking forward to taking my braces off after 3 years!  For once i am saying Hello and anticipating my visit to the dental department at Westmead.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/658648659956828396-3952735723728161644?l=loveclaraa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://loveclaraa.blogspot.com/feeds/3952735723728161644/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=658648659956828396&amp;postID=3952735723728161644&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/658648659956828396/posts/default/3952735723728161644'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/658648659956828396/posts/default/3952735723728161644'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loveclaraa.blogspot.com/2010/08/nostalgic-thoughts.html' title='Nostalgic thoughts'/><author><name>Clara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03134567698415763652</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fJ2jiuq8kpA/Slsr7tEYrLI/AAAAAAAAASU/TEitybDg0UI/S220/slide.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fJ2jiuq8kpA/THIvjHBDeHI/AAAAAAAAAuc/zjMHcnrf3Bw/s72-c/neopets.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-658648659956828396.post-1093159064204703789</id><published>2010-08-08T22:57:00.014+10:00</published><updated>2010-08-23T18:26:51.209+10:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='outing'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bandwidth'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='holiday'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Gold Coast'/><title type='text'>Have my boarding pass ready!</title><content type='html'>I'm back guilt free as my bandwidth for this month had restarted 8 days ago! Though, surprisingly, my finger tips haven't developed a mind of its own yet. It still hasn’t robotically directed me to the youtube site yet!. Shocking!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The siblings also managed to not bust the 20gb limit last month too! Which is a relief because i could imagine dad going all spastic if he sees an amount over $99 slapping his face, for last month's bill.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were very close:&lt;br /&gt;Examine:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fJ2jiuq8kpA/TF7CLtNeRsI/AAAAAAAAAt0/TSMy4hW6etA/s1600/internet.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 161px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fJ2jiuq8kpA/TF7CLtNeRsI/AAAAAAAAAt0/TSMy4hW6etA/s400/internet.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5503049301063780034" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway now that i have some bandwidth to use, guilt-free :). Here are some photos from my Gold Coast's trip @ Surfer's Paradise, earlier this year from the 1st of February - 5th of February. Bell, Janet, Shirley and I stayed at Surfers for 5 nights and 4 days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Although, the weather was rotten- no joke, the previous day in the Sunshine Coast (which is close to the Gold Coast, hence Surfer's Paradise; therefore where we were staying at), had some flash flooding and a tornado going on, which in turn affected our vacation trip.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was not aware of this situation because:&lt;br /&gt;a) Sydney's news does not broadcast Queensland's news&lt;br /&gt;b) i wasn't going to be aware of the news in the first place, even if Sydney managed to show a snippet of QLD's shitty weather as i was too busy doing other things&lt;br /&gt;c) Even if i was to be aware of this terrible circumstance, the trip will still continue.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So regardless with Sufer's shitty or no shitty weather, going to Surfer's Paradise was unavoidable... Now to think of it, if i was actually aware with what was happening in the Sunshine Coast and knew how it would affect my stay at the Gold Coast - i am certain that i will be a very grumpy, nasty, forever cursing, profanity spitting person leading up to the trip.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Though there were some good news since the weather got better each day. I was so worried that we weren't able to go to at least one of The World's theme parks! The Gold Coast is quite renowned for their themeparks! -&gt; Dream World, Movie World, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;WetnWild&lt;/span&gt; World, Sea World ( which i wasn't very interested in the first place. I dislike animals) or White Water World. Seriously, if i didn't get a chance to lay my foot onto one of these Worlds, it's like a tourist going to Australia and not seeing a Kangaroo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So to sum up my stay in Surfer's. We four:&lt;br /&gt;•    Stayed at &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Marriot&lt;/span&gt; hotel, each of us occupying a double bed!&lt;br /&gt;• Ate out at so many random &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;restuarants&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;•    Went to Jupiter's Casino - which i lost $2 in like less than one second because i didn't read the sign that said $1 coin only.&lt;br /&gt;•    Shopped at Pacific Fair and Harbour Town&lt;br /&gt;•    Went Club Crawling - &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;SinCity&lt;/span&gt;, The Bedroom, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Melbar&lt;/span&gt; and Shooters&lt;br /&gt;•    Went to watch Glow Worms&lt;br /&gt;•    Went to Dream World, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;WetnWild&lt;/span&gt; World and Movie World&lt;br /&gt;•    Met the Melbourne Boys&lt;br /&gt;•    Set foot on Surfer's Sands... unfortunately didn't get to spend much time there as the waves were still too rough to go for a swim without getting sucked into a rip or being knocked out by a wave&lt;br /&gt;•    Watched the sunrise on the beach&lt;br /&gt;Enjoy~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fJ2jiuq8kpA/TF655GOkzbI/AAAAAAAAAtE/3G9kjzO0KlQ/s1600/DSC03681.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 266px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fJ2jiuq8kpA/TF655GOkzbI/AAAAAAAAAtE/3G9kjzO0KlQ/s400/DSC03681.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5503040185268751794" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fJ2jiuq8kpA/TF66-jn3aCI/AAAAAAAAAtM/sndUw2-6Oyg/s1600/DSC03682.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 266px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fJ2jiuq8kpA/TF66-jn3aCI/AAAAAAAAAtM/sndUw2-6Oyg/s400/DSC03682.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5503041378570430498" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Literally felt like the apocalypse. Stupid gray clouds and gloomy weather.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fJ2jiuq8kpA/TF63JORJNpI/AAAAAAAAAq0/o7bpd35TrRo/s1600/DSC03688.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fJ2jiuq8kpA/TF63JORJNpI/AAAAAAAAAq0/o7bpd35TrRo/s400/DSC03688.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5503037163770033810" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Waiting for our food at the Captain's table. They had Crocodile's meat on the menu.. I want to try that in the near future!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fJ2jiuq8kpA/TF66-xtGzYI/AAAAAAAAAtU/P-e4nQJYMo4/s1600/DSC03698.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fJ2jiuq8kpA/TF66-xtGzYI/AAAAAAAAAtU/P-e4nQJYMo4/s400/DSC03698.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5503041382350507394" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;After eating out at "The Captain's Table" - went to get more food @ &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Maccas&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fJ2jiuq8kpA/TF63JlSYKhI/AAAAAAAAAq8/DONywouJZCc/s1600/DSC03716.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fJ2jiuq8kpA/TF63JlSYKhI/AAAAAAAAAq8/DONywouJZCc/s400/DSC03716.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5503037169949223442" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Fooling around and embracing our Asian ethnicity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fJ2jiuq8kpA/TF64EzAktfI/AAAAAAAAArU/LvlX4hnVasQ/s1600/DSC03797.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fJ2jiuq8kpA/TF64EzAktfI/AAAAAAAAArU/LvlX4hnVasQ/s400/DSC03797.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5503038187244926450" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; @ MovieWorld&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fJ2jiuq8kpA/TF64FfQqAaI/AAAAAAAAArc/dOcktPWMcPU/s1600/DSC03798.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fJ2jiuq8kpA/TF64FfQqAaI/AAAAAAAAArc/dOcktPWMcPU/s400/DSC03798.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5503038199123542434" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;We all rode and survived the 300km/h superman roller coaster!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fJ2jiuq8kpA/TF65VVfb4UI/AAAAAAAAAsM/zBh3fm7Ke7w/s1600/DSC03841.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 266px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fJ2jiuq8kpA/TF65VVfb4UI/AAAAAAAAAsM/zBh3fm7Ke7w/s400/DSC03841.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5503039570890711362" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fJ2jiuq8kpA/TF65VGaPtjI/AAAAAAAAAsE/ENbTUVez4po/s1600/DSC03840.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fJ2jiuq8kpA/TF65VGaPtjI/AAAAAAAAAsE/ENbTUVez4po/s400/DSC03840.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5503039566842410546" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The Aftermath and drenched because of falling off from this backward roller coaster ride&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fJ2jiuq8kpA/TF65U5EDhAI/AAAAAAAAAr8/TtN_0ffPVWE/s1600/DSC03839.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fJ2jiuq8kpA/TF65U5EDhAI/AAAAAAAAAr8/TtN_0ffPVWE/s400/DSC03839.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5503039563259675650" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fJ2jiuq8kpA/TF64GSc8LJI/AAAAAAAAAr0/340HM6Yw6bQ/s1600/DSC03834.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fJ2jiuq8kpA/TF64GSc8LJI/AAAAAAAAAr0/340HM6Yw6bQ/s400/DSC03834.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5503038212865272978" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Bell and I with some Superheros/Super heroine&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fJ2jiuq8kpA/TF64FyDLk5I/AAAAAAAAArk/2K5_uPYauao/s1600/DSC03805.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fJ2jiuq8kpA/TF64FyDLk5I/AAAAAAAAArk/2K5_uPYauao/s400/DSC03805.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5503038204167295890" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Glasses over glasses&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fJ2jiuq8kpA/TF64GJTIClI/AAAAAAAAArs/FC_GRek0W1Y/s1600/DSC03810.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fJ2jiuq8kpA/TF64GJTIClI/AAAAAAAAArs/FC_GRek0W1Y/s400/DSC03810.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5503038210408188498" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Okay fine, i looked stupid!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fJ2jiuq8kpA/TF66_QHt8cI/AAAAAAAAAtc/d9EdJoq04PU/s1600/DSC03847.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fJ2jiuq8kpA/TF66_QHt8cI/AAAAAAAAAtc/d9EdJoq04PU/s400/DSC03847.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5503041390515188162" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Janet and I @ one of the clubs&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fJ2jiuq8kpA/TF65WNAptVI/AAAAAAAAAsc/clXPp5Pwv8I/s1600/DSC03894.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fJ2jiuq8kpA/TF65WNAptVI/AAAAAAAAAsc/clXPp5Pwv8I/s400/DSC03894.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5503039585793979730" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Rise and Shine&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fJ2jiuq8kpA/TF654ot5YXI/AAAAAAAAAs0/XjS_pGT9eTU/s1600/DSC03902.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fJ2jiuq8kpA/TF654ot5YXI/AAAAAAAAAs0/XjS_pGT9eTU/s400/DSC03902.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5503040177347060082" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;So they used a tractor to make all the sand so smooth looking...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fJ2jiuq8kpA/TF6533KwjuI/AAAAAAAAAsk/ozivR2RmHeM/s1600/DSC03895.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fJ2jiuq8kpA/TF6533KwjuI/AAAAAAAAAsk/ozivR2RmHeM/s400/DSC03895.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5503040164046343906" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Shirley and I&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fJ2jiuq8kpA/TF654MHw2eI/AAAAAAAAAss/1KvirjcBOLE/s1600/DSC03897.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fJ2jiuq8kpA/TF654MHw2eI/AAAAAAAAAss/1KvirjcBOLE/s400/DSC03897.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5503040169670924770" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Kane and I&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fJ2jiuq8kpA/TF66__S3xeI/AAAAAAAAAtk/RXFJP1GrnoE/s1600/DSC03906.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 266px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fJ2jiuq8kpA/TF66__S3xeI/AAAAAAAAAtk/RXFJP1GrnoE/s400/DSC03906.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5503041403178436066" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Some random building that looked really classy - Q deck perhaps?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fJ2jiuq8kpA/TF67AL7e5JI/AAAAAAAAAts/VDWTDsgFAsQ/s1600/DSC03904.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fJ2jiuq8kpA/TF67AL7e5JI/AAAAAAAAAts/VDWTDsgFAsQ/s400/DSC03904.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5503041406569997458" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Before leaving back to Sydney, the weather looked so beautiful and perfect for the beach! Unfortunately we had to leave :(.. such shitty timing!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fJ2jiuq8kpA/TF63KYmFgcI/AAAAAAAAArM/jPU_JQt7ENA/s1600/DSC03779.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fJ2jiuq8kpA/TF63KYmFgcI/AAAAAAAAArM/jPU_JQt7ENA/s400/DSC03779.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5503037183722095042" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Oh well, have a Surfer's Paradise Seagull.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fJ2jiuq8kpA/TF63JzgBr-I/AAAAAAAAArE/FJ-cvuJevR0/s1600/DSC03728.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 266px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fJ2jiuq8kpA/TF63JzgBr-I/AAAAAAAAArE/FJ-cvuJevR0/s400/DSC03728.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5503037173764567010" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Majesty moi&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fJ2jiuq8kpA/TF6541aSgHI/AAAAAAAAAs8/cXEkzPxl-OQ/s1600/DSC03913.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fJ2jiuq8kpA/TF6541aSgHI/AAAAAAAAAs8/cXEkzPxl-OQ/s400/DSC03913.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5503040180754481266" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;And just being your typical Asian tourist. Surprisingly, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;i'm&lt;/span&gt; not holding the notorious peace sign!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I'll be back at Surfer's once again, same time next year! I'll be going with my beloved cousins! We bought our airfares and booked our &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;accommodation&lt;/span&gt; already! This time, i &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;must &lt;/span&gt;and &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;will &lt;/span&gt;spend some quality time &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;sun baking&lt;/span&gt;, swimming at the Surfer's beach! - Gloomy weather free&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/658648659956828396-1093159064204703789?l=loveclaraa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://loveclaraa.blogspot.com/feeds/1093159064204703789/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=658648659956828396&amp;postID=1093159064204703789&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/658648659956828396/posts/default/1093159064204703789'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/658648659956828396/posts/default/1093159064204703789'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loveclaraa.blogspot.com/2010/08/have-my-boarding-pass-ready.html' title='Have my boarding pass ready!'/><author><name>Clara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03134567698415763652</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fJ2jiuq8kpA/Slsr7tEYrLI/AAAAAAAAASU/TEitybDg0UI/S220/slide.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fJ2jiuq8kpA/TF7CLtNeRsI/AAAAAAAAAt0/TSMy4hW6etA/s72-c/internet.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-658648659956828396.post-9125163148668867811</id><published>2010-07-23T23:06:00.005+10:00</published><updated>2010-07-23T23:34:07.865+10:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='university'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='outing'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='timetable'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='speech pathology'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='parra'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bandwidth'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='food'/><title type='text'>My nails are black.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;The title of this blog has nothing to do with the blog entry. Unless the term black insinuates an undertone with me saying some mean things in this entry, because i'm not going to be making some pleasing comments on Optus and Montezuma.. or maybe it's because i'm going to be talking about my "black", hence "dark" dream that i have been having for two nights in a row. I actually just thought of this title because i have black nail polish on.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I know my manners are pretty poor when it comes to blogging consistently. It's a bad habit and my apologies. Not much has happened since the last time i'd blogged, except that i've been going to my local speech pathology community health clinic to do some observations. It's really interesting to see the speech pathologist in action. And hopefully in 2 and a half years time, i'll become one of them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Anyway, i'm really into baking these holidays. Though, i had many fail moments but i'm persistent. My most recent success is baking an apple pie with my beloved cousin; Yinny and Winny. Next week, before uni starts i plan to bake another apple pie - all on my own. Fingers cross that i get to smell and gormandize this fine pie, drenching a slice (or two) in vanilla ice cream. You know they do say that food tastes best when you make it on your own (no matter how much a failure of a cook you are, i.e. yours truly).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I also recently went to the highly regarded Mexican restaurant - Montezuma in Parramatta with Katrina and Ephraim yesterday. I ordered, or more like the waitress ordered the #4 Chilli Verde for me.The dish basically consisted of "prime chunks of pure beef steak, simmered with onions, spices, herbs, green capsicum, garnished with jalapeno sauce and cheese. Served on a bed of Spanish rice". Once again, the marketing department from this restuarant decieved me, and instead, i was actually served with what looked like a mushed up pile of beef and rice. I couldn't taste any of the distinct mexican flavours, like what was promised in the menu. Everything tasted too salty and yeah, pure disatistfaction. Perhaps it's because i ordered the wrong dish? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;But then this just shows that Montezuma can't master Mexican cuisine overall.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Ephriam and Katrina's dish seemed more apetitising. But for now, i guess i'll stick with food court mexican. Honestly, the standard of my dish is easily comparable to mexican food found in the food court. In-fact, i'm not going to be surprised if i find mexican food in food courts to be better than Montezuma. Thanks to Montezuma, My loathe for beef has intensifed. God, the dry and leathry texture continues to remain in in my mouth. errgs. I didn't get a chance to take a picture of the food unfortunately. Maybe it was for the best - considering bad food shouldn't be visually exposed. Besides Katrina, Ephriam and I were too busy catching up. Thanks for guys for the 'stimulated' conversations with 'substance' :P. We really touched on subjects that i would not be talking about on a regular basis. I haven't had one of them in ages!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;My sleep has also been very disturbed recently. The security alarm for our house keeps setting off spontaneously. It's driving me nuts and now i'm not sure how i am going to sneak into the house quietly as there is a high chance that the alarm will go off.. and then my parents also going off at me at 3am in the morning. I've also been having very violent dreams lately too. Two nights in a row and it's usually to do with me acting very aggressively and both friend and foe covered in blood, in the end.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I'm not a superstitious person, but i couldn't 't help but to conduct a google search on what my dream is trying to tell me and according to dreammood.com (don't think the source is very reliable in the first place, considering that i hit the "I'm feeling lucky" button on Google"), apparently violence "indicates unexpressed anger or rage. You need more discipline in your life. If you enjoy the violence, then it points to your aggressive or sadomasochistic tendencies. The dream may also reflect repressed memories of child abuse. In particular, to dream that the violence is directed to yourself, represents self punishment and guilt. You may be feeling helpless or vulnerable in some area of your life. Violence toward others in your dream, suggests that you may be fighting or struggling against aspects of your own Self". Rigggghhtttt... but good laughs and entertainment.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fJ2jiuq8kpA/TEmFgOrqqmI/AAAAAAAAAqk/JJk1s2e4PKY/s1600/update+tt+copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 210px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fJ2jiuq8kpA/TEmFgOrqqmI/AAAAAAAAAqk/JJk1s2e4PKY/s400/update+tt+copy.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5497071608925956706" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I also done my uni timetable this sem. Even though i should be going to uni for three days since i have 16 hours worth of tutes, pracs and lectures altogether but it seems like i'm going to uni for one day, from 9am-5pm and with one hour break. Yessss! Best timetable so far! All hail to my master time-table making skills. Now my endurance skills is being put to the test. I'm not sure how long i can stay focused considering that i only get an hour of break and getting up at 9am is going to be a showdown. God, i'm so bothered for uni and so far, i continue to have no luck with getting a second job :(. Someone hire me!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I know there isn't many photos in this entry and i apologised for that. I actually have some photos that i wanted share with everyone but looking at my bandwidth this month...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fJ2jiuq8kpA/TEmDDTXsIHI/AAAAAAAAAqU/lq9921tU-us/s1600/billing.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 190px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fJ2jiuq8kpA/TEmDDTXsIHI/AAAAAAAAAqU/lq9921tU-us/s400/billing.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5497068912944881778" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Haha- yeah not looking good at all and Optus is such a stingy douche. This family only gets 20gb of bandwidth per month, and for every mb we go over the 20gb limit, it charges us 15c as punishment. 15c may not seem much but how quickly does 1 mb go? and then it accumulates... Gar, can't wait for this month to be over. Then i get to post high resolution photos and you tube my brains out...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;... or there is always leeching of Macca's wifi. Which is a 7 minutes walk away from me.&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/658648659956828396-9125163148668867811?l=loveclaraa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://loveclaraa.blogspot.com/feeds/9125163148668867811/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=658648659956828396&amp;postID=9125163148668867811&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/658648659956828396/posts/default/9125163148668867811'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/658648659956828396/posts/default/9125163148668867811'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loveclaraa.blogspot.com/2010/07/test.html' title='My nails are black.'/><author><name>Clara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03134567698415763652</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fJ2jiuq8kpA/Slsr7tEYrLI/AAAAAAAAASU/TEitybDg0UI/S220/slide.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fJ2jiuq8kpA/TEmFgOrqqmI/AAAAAAAAAqk/JJk1s2e4PKY/s72-c/update+tt+copy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-658648659956828396.post-4813176640641979417</id><published>2010-07-14T18:13:00.021+10:00</published><updated>2010-07-23T23:25:28.256+10:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='outing'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='parra'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='results'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='happy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='university'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='beach'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='exams'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='birthday'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dedication'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dinner'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bandwidth'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='restaurants'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='food'/><title type='text'>Introduction to Song and Aman 100</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fJ2jiuq8kpA/TD2EXkBrueI/AAAAAAAAAqM/3r6Ur7KThCY/s1600/15052010040.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fJ2jiuq8kpA/TD2EXkBrueI/AAAAAAAAAqM/3r6Ur7KThCY/s400/15052010040.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5493692660804467170" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha that's quite an eerie picture of me, with my face glowing and the green hues fogging up this bad quality picture. Maybe that's how i'll look like when i'm haunting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My head is throbbing at the moment.&lt;br /&gt;Think it's to do with being over-stressed or just thinking too hard.&lt;br /&gt;Anyway i &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;received&lt;/span&gt; my uni results and for those who are interested i didn't do too well.&lt;br /&gt;Glad i passed biology though, because that radical had been eating my life away and i don't think i can bear to do that subject again. So phonetics &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;f&lt;/span&gt;lipped me over, but thankfully i won't be held back a year - so my plan to graduate from my first degree next year is still reachable. The stats part for psychology really surprised me - Credit :D and introductory psychology... well i passed that and my marks for that unit were expected - considering that i left that unit literally untouched throughout the entire semester.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wanted to upload photos from &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Brissy&lt;/span&gt;/Snows today, but i think &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;i'll&lt;/span&gt; do that next time since my bandwidth for this month is going out of control too quickly. God i hate school holidays. Siblings at home loves to suck all the bandwidth available during these periods. I also hate school holidays because it makes me seem that i am unemployed = unable to spend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So i would like to introduce you to two special people, who means a whole heap to me.&lt;br /&gt;The lovely fairytale of us three musketeers originates back to our first year of uni - when things were &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;definitely&lt;/span&gt; less serious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Meet &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Aman&lt;/span&gt; and Song.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fJ2jiuq8kpA/TD2BD0lxQ_I/AAAAAAAAAn0/o7bUG5XjiDU/s1600/10022010.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fJ2jiuq8kpA/TD2BD0lxQ_I/AAAAAAAAAn0/o7bUG5XjiDU/s400/10022010.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5493689023118525426" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So not long ago during late April - Song and I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;surprised&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Aman&lt;/span&gt; for his much postponed birthday. We went to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Critinis&lt;/span&gt; @ &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;Parramatta&lt;/span&gt; (Which i have been planning to go for a long time. I've heard many good words for this &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;restaurant&lt;/span&gt;, especially their pasta and boy &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;i'm&lt;/span&gt; an &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;Italiano&lt;/span&gt; worshipper).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fJ2jiuq8kpA/TD2BFGfhurI/AAAAAAAAAoM/Jq2WSPmdMW4/s1600/15052010031.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fJ2jiuq8kpA/TD2BFGfhurI/AAAAAAAAAoM/Jq2WSPmdMW4/s400/15052010031.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5493689045104048818" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;Clara's&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt; Granchio&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blue swimmer crab w asparagus, in a red cream sauce&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fJ2jiuq8kpA/TD2BEsRfUhI/AAAAAAAAAoE/azEJOuJdEqI/s1600/15052010034.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fJ2jiuq8kpA/TD2BEsRfUhI/AAAAAAAAAoE/azEJOuJdEqI/s400/15052010034.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5493689038065848850" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Song's&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Marinara&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mussels, calamari, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;vongole&lt;/span&gt; &amp;amp; tiger prawns, virgin oil &amp;amp; a hint of garlic in a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;napoletana&lt;/span&gt; sauce, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;chilli&lt;/span&gt; optional&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I had the Granchio.  From memory the entire dish was just average. Better than Scillians at Parramatta and Candelori in Smithfield but not as good Gemelle in Liverpool. To me, the sauce was too overpowering and the crab was abit flavoured-less. I didn't get a chance to take a proper photo of Aman's dish. Don't remember why, i think we got a bit too excited when our dish came.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fJ2jiuq8kpA/TD2EBnNoR-I/AAAAAAAAAp8/XkBjSpaHojU/s1600/15052010036.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fJ2jiuq8kpA/TD2EBnNoR-I/AAAAAAAAAp8/XkBjSpaHojU/s400/15052010036.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5493692283702757346" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fJ2jiuq8kpA/TD2EBQh3pGI/AAAAAAAAAp0/FPI2aXS9ArE/s1600/15052010033.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fJ2jiuq8kpA/TD2EBQh3pGI/AAAAAAAAAp0/FPI2aXS9ArE/s400/15052010033.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5493692277613634658" 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://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fJ2jiuq8kpA/TD2EM7GyGwI/AAAAAAAAAqE/iV8JstEFPI4/s1600/15052010026.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fJ2jiuq8kpA/TD2EM7GyGwI/AAAAAAAAAqE/iV8JstEFPI4/s400/15052010026.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5493692478021311234" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I was meant to chuck a dirty at Song, but i guess i ended up laughing instead :(.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fJ2jiuq8kpA/TD2BEEZV4pI/AAAAAAAAAn8/Yjeek3X6iuY/s1600/15052010027.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fJ2jiuq8kpA/TD2BEEZV4pI/AAAAAAAAAn8/Yjeek3X6iuY/s400/15052010027.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5493689027361366674" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Taws, love you guys to bits.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we went to Bronte Le &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;Sandes&lt;/span&gt;.&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://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fJ2jiuq8kpA/TD2CSfgRh7I/AAAAAAAAAok/TSr-f9sIYx8/s1600/15052010048.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fJ2jiuq8kpA/TD2CSfgRh7I/AAAAAAAAAok/TSr-f9sIYx8/s400/15052010048.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5493690374667995058" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;That is Aman in 30 years&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fJ2jiuq8kpA/TD2CS7oyyrI/AAAAAAAAAos/WDlQgEr3hMU/s1600/15052010054.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fJ2jiuq8kpA/TD2CS7oyyrI/AAAAAAAAAos/WDlQgEr3hMU/s400/15052010054.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5493690382219922098" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Yeah i know that i look like a &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;fat &lt;/span&gt;stooge. I had three layers on - blazer, cardi and my top and for those who knows me, i can't bear the cold!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fJ2jiuq8kpA/TD2C5ia2FJI/AAAAAAAAApU/rHbb031ruVM/s1600/15052010051.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fJ2jiuq8kpA/TD2C5ia2FJI/AAAAAAAAApU/rHbb031ruVM/s400/15052010051.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5493691045465429138" 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://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fJ2jiuq8kpA/TD2C5Ydo1NI/AAAAAAAAApM/fTeL26cUmB8/s1600/15052010050.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fJ2jiuq8kpA/TD2C5Ydo1NI/AAAAAAAAApM/fTeL26cUmB8/s400/15052010050.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5493691042792789202" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Hey Aman! Thank the light for not blending you into the dark :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fJ2jiuq8kpA/TD2C4w9fa2I/AAAAAAAAApE/Hv7t8vY26t8/s1600/15052010061.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fJ2jiuq8kpA/TD2C4w9fa2I/AAAAAAAAApE/Hv7t8vY26t8/s400/15052010061.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5493691032188971874" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY STUD~!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fJ2jiuq8kpA/TD2DVj4O_zI/AAAAAAAAApc/wjhdrrT6N0I/s1600/15052010043_2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fJ2jiuq8kpA/TD2DVj4O_zI/AAAAAAAAApc/wjhdrrT6N0I/s400/15052010043_2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5493691526893469490" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;... &amp;amp; this is Song and I&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Good times. Organising &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;Aman's&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18"&gt;surprise&lt;/span&gt; was literally an unpredictable  adventure that Song and i had to endure. It required picking out a &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19"&gt;porsche&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_20"&gt;hot wheels&lt;/span&gt; car&lt;/span&gt;, deciding on  wrapping paper, banners and birthday bags became such a difficult task  that it could be comparable to performing heart surgery and lots of tape  from Sydney's international airport.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/658648659956828396-4813176640641979417?l=loveclaraa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://loveclaraa.blogspot.com/feeds/4813176640641979417/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=658648659956828396&amp;postID=4813176640641979417&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/658648659956828396/posts/default/4813176640641979417'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/658648659956828396/posts/default/4813176640641979417'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loveclaraa.blogspot.com/2010/07/introduction-to-song-and-aman-100.html' title='Introduction to Song and Aman 100'/><author><name>Clara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03134567698415763652</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fJ2jiuq8kpA/Slsr7tEYrLI/AAAAAAAAASU/TEitybDg0UI/S220/slide.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fJ2jiuq8kpA/TD2EXkBrueI/AAAAAAAAAqM/3r6Ur7KThCY/s72-c/15052010040.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-658648659956828396.post-3641692461283428951</id><published>2010-07-04T17:35:00.019+10:00</published><updated>2010-07-04T19:18:02.872+10:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='DIY'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='resume'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Work'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='speech pathology'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='errors'/><title type='text'>I can be a handyman</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I'm finally back after a quarter of a year. My deepest apologies.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Well what's important now is that i am back up and reviving this place once again, yes?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So to start off, i finally updated the layout of this place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Blogspot&lt;/span&gt;/blogger became such a bitch with its templates. They modernised and stylised everything with the hopes that blogs on &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Blogspots&lt;/span&gt; would look better. Obviously failed because all the layouts looked cheesy and corny. I panicked at first because i just couldn't get the ideal simplistic layout that i was after, so i resorted to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Blogskins&lt;/span&gt; which i had abandoned for about a year.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;... Sometimes i wonder why wouldn't i make my own layout. Guess &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Photoshop&lt;/span&gt; isn't my friend anymore. Oh well, i customised &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;alot&lt;/span&gt; on this layout - the color, font size and font. . Glad that i still remember some basic html from High School &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;&lt;strike&gt;bludge&lt;/strike&gt;&lt;/span&gt; Multimedia days.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;There are still some bugs and errors that i still can't fix. But it shouldn't affect your stay.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;li&gt;The comment link may seem tricky at first. When you first visit this blog, the comment link appears at the top of the entry, but when you click on one of the links such as 'Clara' or 'Exit' and then click back to 'Orthography', the comment link appears at the bottom of the entry.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Although, this shouldn't interfere with the commenting process overall, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;i'm&lt;/span&gt; just warning everyone &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;incase&lt;/span&gt; you think you are seeing things. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;Ahh&lt;/span&gt;, this reminds me of the time when i first discovered that rotating house down at the intersection of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;Newbridge&lt;/span&gt; Rd and Henry Lawson Drive. Initially, I thought i saw something rather supernatural because the house was realistic and 3D. Then moments later on, the house transformed into a 2D Cardboard house. Hey hey, i have all reasons to believe that i saw something uncanny since i first discovered this illusion at 2am on a Winter's morning. You guys should really check it out, but to drivers: make sure you keep your hands on the steering wheel before you let go off it, point at it and scream "HOLY SHIT!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;li&gt;I can't seem to find my archives&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt; My &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;Facebook&lt;/span&gt; badge won't display itself&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Anyway, enough about this blog layout. Nothing much has been happening with my lately. Finding a second job is so difficult. I'm on semester break and i need to kill time some how. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;HIMYM&lt;/span&gt;, Big Bang Theory and Scrubs can only keep me content for a limited time. Most of my close mates have a weekday job, so it's actually pretty arduous to get some good company and a boyfriend is actually non-existent at the moment, Ha-ha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Oh well, on the brighter sides of things at least i managed to keep myself busy for the following week. Uni results hasn't been up yet. But i know that last semester's results won’t look good at all. But &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;i'll&lt;/span&gt; deal with that when the results are posted. I also managed to secure myself some &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;Aj&lt;/span&gt; Rafael tickets. Yeah man! He's performing at &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;Livo&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;Macquarie&lt;/span&gt; Function Centre. Win for me, since it isn't too far away from home. I will also be starting some speech path. experience soon at my local community health center. So &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18"&gt;i'm&lt;/span&gt; anticipating that. Thankfully my criminal records are clean... for now... :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I'm also very proud of Wei and myself. ( I miss that girl very much! Haven't caught up with her in the last 2 months or so). We managed to build the frame of her double bed. Too bad it took us approx 4 hours. We couldn't progress any further and complete the whole thing because she didn't have her mattress. Here are some photos of our masterpiece.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fJ2jiuq8kpA/TDBI_HGdkWI/AAAAAAAAAnU/mpHuwSb8d2A/s1600/02072010024.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fJ2jiuq8kpA/TDBI_HGdkWI/AAAAAAAAAnU/mpHuwSb8d2A/s400/02072010024.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5489968194839744866" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: verdana;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fJ2jiuq8kpA/TDBJNDCJTeI/AAAAAAAAAnc/klJyQPKPNC0/s1600/02072010025.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fJ2jiuq8kpA/TDBJNDCJTeI/AAAAAAAAAnc/klJyQPKPNC0/s400/02072010025.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5489968434266066402" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: verdana;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fJ2jiuq8kpA/TDBI-uFUD7I/AAAAAAAAAnM/CDTWLcH0sw4/s1600/02072010028.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fJ2jiuq8kpA/TDBI-uFUD7I/AAAAAAAAAnM/CDTWLcH0sw4/s400/02072010028.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5489968188124041138" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I felt like a contestant of Beauty and the Geek. You know how the Beauties on the show had no idea what they were doing when it came to DIY work. Yeah that was me minus the beauty part. Though, I'm very excited to get the rest of the bed done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and god, i am so very broke. End of Financial Year sales got the best out of me :(&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/658648659956828396-3641692461283428951?l=loveclaraa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://loveclaraa.blogspot.com/feeds/3641692461283428951/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=658648659956828396&amp;postID=3641692461283428951&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/658648659956828396/posts/default/3641692461283428951'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/658648659956828396/posts/default/3641692461283428951'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loveclaraa.blogspot.com/2010/07/i-can-be-handyman.html' title='I can be a handyman'/><author><name>Clara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03134567698415763652</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fJ2jiuq8kpA/Slsr7tEYrLI/AAAAAAAAASU/TEitybDg0UI/S220/slide.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fJ2jiuq8kpA/TDBI_HGdkWI/AAAAAAAAAnU/mpHuwSb8d2A/s72-c/02072010024.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-658648659956828396.post-2839774182255484145</id><published>2010-07-04T01:11:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2010-07-04T01:12:20.475+10:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hiatus'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='resume'/><title type='text'>Resume</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: verdana;"&gt;I will resume my  blogging timetable later on today.&lt;br /&gt;Stay tuned.&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/658648659956828396-2839774182255484145?l=loveclaraa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://loveclaraa.blogspot.com/feeds/2839774182255484145/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=658648659956828396&amp;postID=2839774182255484145&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/658648659956828396/posts/default/2839774182255484145'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/658648659956828396/posts/default/2839774182255484145'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loveclaraa.blogspot.com/2010/07/resume.html' title='Resume'/><author><name>Clara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03134567698415763652</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fJ2jiuq8kpA/Slsr7tEYrLI/AAAAAAAAASU/TEitybDg0UI/S220/slide.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-658648659956828396.post-1473364452318043517</id><published>2010-05-27T00:22:00.003+10:00</published><updated>2010-07-04T17:35:34.208+10:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hiatus'/><title type='text'>Promise</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;God, i miss blogging&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Will be back soon&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;xx&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/658648659956828396-1473364452318043517?l=loveclaraa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://loveclaraa.blogspot.com/feeds/1473364452318043517/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=658648659956828396&amp;postID=1473364452318043517&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/658648659956828396/posts/default/1473364452318043517'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/658648659956828396/posts/default/1473364452318043517'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loveclaraa.blogspot.com/2010/05/promise.html' title='Promise'/><author><name>Clara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03134567698415763652</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fJ2jiuq8kpA/Slsr7tEYrLI/AAAAAAAAASU/TEitybDg0UI/S220/slide.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-658648659956828396.post-8572747938243265719</id><published>2010-03-28T20:26:00.016+11:00</published><updated>2010-07-04T17:34:59.084+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Some people may not approve of me being a tutor `cos i don't have a formal degree for it. But i enjoy my job &amp; do 'well' in it. So suck that bitch!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style=";font-family:Georgia;font-size:100%;color:black;"   &gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;You see my close  girl-friends from high school; Annie, Bell, Susan and Janna are all  employed. So one day, Annie was telling me how all of the girls besides  me complain about work.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;You see, I’m actually quite renowned for  whining, complaining and all that matter, so for me not to groan about  work is actually quite an achievement. Like i mean, there are the  occasions “oh my god, there's so much marking to be done", or /groans:  it's report writing time or the "Hey guys, sorry i can't come clubbing  tonight, I’m not tank and macho enough. It's a Friday and you know what  that means the next day? Yes, you guessed it - WORK, TUTOR, WORK”.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Like  yeah, there are so many times I’ve contemplated about quitting. But  because it's so difficult to find a job these days... i think i'll just  stick with my job as a tutor. Like i mean, i do enjoy teaching kids and  it challenges me every single time i rock up to job because this job  really test my patience, and seeing how much better i am with time  management and my teaching techniques compared to last year – the  results has became quite pleasant. Then seeing a kid really understands  just makes it more rewarding than ever.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;And i think they do learn  and understand because &lt;/span&gt;:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Georgia;font-size:100%;color:black;"   &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Georgia;font-size:100%;color:black;"   &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fJ2jiuq8kpA/S68ikL-Lx5I/AAAAAAAAAm0/la_k8HlzelY/s1600/28032010.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fJ2jiuq8kpA/S68ikL-Lx5I/AAAAAAAAAm0/la_k8HlzelY/s400/28032010.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5453615678853203858" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: separate; color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; letter-spacing: normal; line-height: normal; orphans: 2; text-indent: 0px; text-transform: none; white-space: normal; widows: 2; word-spacing: 0px;font-family:'Times New Roman';font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="color:black;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="color:black;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fJ2jiuq8kpA/S68hxiSmJpI/AAAAAAAAAmc/I6JUjP2c7LI/s1600/28032010%28001%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fJ2jiuq8kpA/S68hxiSmJpI/AAAAAAAAAmc/I6JUjP2c7LI/s400/28032010%28001%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5453614808671069842" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div  style="text-align: center;font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: separate; color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; letter-spacing: normal; line-height: normal; orphans: 2; text-indent: 0px; text-transform: none; white-space: normal; widows: 2; word-spacing: 0px;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Haha how cute aye? I swear the kid better not be sucking up.. This better be how she really feels&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: separate; color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; letter-spacing: normal; line-height: normal; orphans: 2; text-indent: 0px; text-transform: none; white-space: normal; widows: 2; word-spacing: 0px;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: separate; color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; letter-spacing: normal; line-height: normal; orphans: 2; text-indent: 0px; text-transform: none; white-space: normal; widows: 2; word-spacing: 0px;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();}  catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fJ2jiuq8kpA/S68jHVRmpFI/AAAAAAAAAm8/XCxk4BkWX8Y/s1600/26122009.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fJ2jiuq8kpA/S68jHVRmpFI/AAAAAAAAAm8/XCxk4BkWX8Y/s400/26122009.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5453616282645996626" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div  style="text-align: center;font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;There were many more chocolate goodies too from my kids at christmas. This is just one of them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: separate; color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; letter-spacing: normal; line-height: normal; orphans: 2; text-indent: 0px; text-transform: none; white-space: normal; widows: 2; word-spacing: 0px;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fJ2jiuq8kpA/S68hxFyrzMI/AAAAAAAAAmU/DpOpNTb0eUk/s1600/19122009_2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fJ2jiuq8kpA/S68hxFyrzMI/AAAAAAAAAmU/DpOpNTb0eUk/s400/19122009_2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5453614801021029570" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Yeah and thanks to Lawson, the kids can really see how short i am also.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: separate; color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; letter-spacing: normal; line-height: normal; orphans: 2; text-indent: 0px; text-transform: none; white-space: normal; widows: 2; word-spacing: 0px;font-family:'Times New Roman';font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&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/658648659956828396-8572747938243265719?l=loveclaraa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://loveclaraa.blogspot.com/feeds/8572747938243265719/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=658648659956828396&amp;postID=8572747938243265719&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/658648659956828396/posts/default/8572747938243265719'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/658648659956828396/posts/default/8572747938243265719'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loveclaraa.blogspot.com/2010/03/some-people-may-not-approve-of-me-being.html' title='Some people may not approve of me being a tutor `cos i don&apos;t have a formal degree for it. But i enjoy my job &amp; do &apos;well&apos; in it. So suck that bitch!'/><author><name>Clara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03134567698415763652</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fJ2jiuq8kpA/Slsr7tEYrLI/AAAAAAAAASU/TEitybDg0UI/S220/slide.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fJ2jiuq8kpA/S68ikL-Lx5I/AAAAAAAAAm0/la_k8HlzelY/s72-c/28032010.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-658648659956828396.post-8728575964802821404</id><published>2010-03-18T22:50:00.005+11:00</published><updated>2010-03-18T22:58:09.121+11:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rant'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='happy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='relief'/><title type='text'>100 posts.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Reality has just hit me.&lt;br /&gt;And i broke out of my own world.&lt;br /&gt;That i have been stuck for far too long now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So when i heard your name from someone else who was close to you.&lt;br /&gt;I just realised how far i've come.&lt;br /&gt;How distanced we are.&lt;br /&gt;And how this is &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;I hope this relief will be permanent and i can actually established and declare that it is over.&lt;br /&gt;Even though, it is strangers we will be.&lt;br /&gt;This is the final stop.&lt;br /&gt;Thanks.&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&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/658648659956828396-8728575964802821404?l=loveclaraa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://loveclaraa.blogspot.com/feeds/8728575964802821404/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=658648659956828396&amp;postID=8728575964802821404&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/658648659956828396/posts/default/8728575964802821404'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/658648659956828396/posts/default/8728575964802821404'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loveclaraa.blogspot.com/2010/03/100-posts.html' title='100 posts.'/><author><name>Clara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03134567698415763652</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fJ2jiuq8kpA/Slsr7tEYrLI/AAAAAAAAASU/TEitybDg0UI/S220/slide.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-658648659956828396.post-8792440434065603532</id><published>2010-03-18T00:12:00.015+11:00</published><updated>2010-07-04T19:04:52.545+10:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='apology'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='university'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='goals'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='exams'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='stress'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sleepy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='assignments'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='future'/><title type='text'>When i ask the boys if they want nuts(food)? ... they automatically trail off...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;T&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;his is stupid.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;But i feel i need to blog.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;After a month and a half of absence.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;It's 12 13 am and i really should be sleeping.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;But i need to drain myself out, like usual.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Because i really don't like to be anxious and awake.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Lying in bed, staring at the ceiling, restricted from talking to myself because i fear of waking my sister up.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;But this is the state where i am pondering.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Where bombardments of afflicting thoughts will be chewing my mind.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;" &gt;And boy it hurts.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I can't help but to be apprehensive about everything.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;   1. Keeping up with university&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;   2. Completing university tasks- assignments, exams, readings, notes, lectures, tutorials.. blah blah blah.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;   3. Understanding the university tasks&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;   4. Attaining great grades from university&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;   5. My future - Who i want to be? What will i be? What will i do?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;   6. My capabilities&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;   7. The constant debate between Speech and Media.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;   8. Getting my Ps on time&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;   9. Stigmas and unresolved issues between mates&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;  10. Formulating a routine where i can have a balanced social, university, gym, clara time/ life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;  11. Knowing that i will be un-well for a week scares me because it shows how little time i have to do everything... especially point #8... my freaking learner's expires on the 2nd of May... And you know what happens... I will fall behind. Fall behind in everything, getting my Ps, keeping up with uni. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Well at least there are advantages to these over-clustering problems. It keeps your mind off other insignificant nouns - either unworthy person, places or things. Haha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I need to learn how to prioritize. I got to really stfu, stop complaining and really do something about this. I have to stop being timid and lazy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;On another note.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Here is my most recent achievement that i need to boast about.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;div  style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fJ2jiuq8kpA/S6DezK_HXAI/AAAAAAAAAmM/3H5py-MWwiQ/s1600-h/17032010.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fJ2jiuq8kpA/S6DezK_HXAI/AAAAAAAAAmM/3H5py-MWwiQ/s400/17032010.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5449600519822072834" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Ahuh that's right, i finally successfully completed a Daily Telegraph's SODOKU puzzle. So far i failed three MX sodoku/cluedoku puzzles and that makes me rage. It's been too long since i claimed victory - three years in-fact! It's been three years since i last did and pwned a sodoku puzzle.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;So proud, so proud. And as as said on my Facebook:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;" the feeling of completing a sodoku puzzle successfully owns getting HDs avg or a GPA of 4 for uni.. "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Or maybe it's because i haven't experienced the feeling of getting HDs avg or a 4 GPA for uni yet. Haha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Okay i think i have wearied myself out. Crashingggg time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;My apologies for this melodramatic, emotional, non-coherent, poorly structured entry. I know people are sick of hearing emo bullshit.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;But when it's late at night,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;you have an excuse to do everything and anything.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;It varies from resolving things with your enemy, starting a war with your bestfriend, murder, rape, theft, calling up your ex, or just writing a rather depressing blog entry... because you're not thinking straight..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;And being in this condition... where i am partially conscious.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I can be completely selfish because :&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;i don't need to think of the consequences that this entry will make.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Thus, i don't need to give a shit about what people will think.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Therefore this is an awesome opportunity to blog without realizing how much a poofter i am.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;God being sleepy is better than being on the influence of some alcoholic beverage. num num.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Proper and &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;HAPPIER &lt;/span&gt;entry filled with wonderful photos will be posted up again after two weeks or so :(&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/658648659956828396-8792440434065603532?l=loveclaraa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://loveclaraa.blogspot.com/feeds/8792440434065603532/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=658648659956828396&amp;postID=8792440434065603532&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/658648659956828396/posts/default/8792440434065603532'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/658648659956828396/posts/default/8792440434065603532'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loveclaraa.blogspot.com/2010/03/when-i-ask-boys-if-they-want-nuts-they.html' title='When i ask the boys if they want nuts(food)? ... they automatically trail off...'/><author><name>Clara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03134567698415763652</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fJ2jiuq8kpA/Slsr7tEYrLI/AAAAAAAAASU/TEitybDg0UI/S220/slide.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fJ2jiuq8kpA/S6DezK_HXAI/AAAAAAAAAmM/3H5py-MWwiQ/s72-c/17032010.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-658648659956828396.post-4538184194503683807</id><published>2010-02-01T06:04:00.004+11:00</published><updated>2010-02-06T18:31:24.021+11:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='outing'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='holiday'/><title type='text'>im still so sleepy.</title><content type='html'>aeroplane jelly....&lt;br /&gt;Yahuh, i might be eating jelly on an aeroplane in two hours and 45 mins time!&lt;br /&gt;Its 6 in the morning and i had like 4.5 hrs sleep and im currently like a walking zombie. God im such a pussy, i guess i really need at least 10 hrs sleep in order to be happy.    .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now i needa get my ass up from Bell's place to the airport.&lt;br /&gt;5 days @ Surfer's Paradise with Shirley, Janet and Bell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fuck you Mobile blogger.&lt;br /&gt;Piece of shit.&lt;br /&gt;Yeah you update 6 days later after i arrived back in Sydney&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/658648659956828396-4538184194503683807?l=loveclaraa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://loveclaraa.blogspot.com/feeds/4538184194503683807/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=658648659956828396&amp;postID=4538184194503683807&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/658648659956828396/posts/default/4538184194503683807'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/658648659956828396/posts/default/4538184194503683807'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loveclaraa.blogspot.com/2010/02/im-still-so-sleepy.html' title='im still so sleepy.'/><author><name>Clara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03134567698415763652</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fJ2jiuq8kpA/Slsr7tEYrLI/AAAAAAAAASU/TEitybDg0UI/S220/slide.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-658648659956828396.post-9075628674727396891</id><published>2010-01-29T18:23:00.016+11:00</published><updated>2010-01-29T20:40:32.940+11:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='university'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lyrics'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='outing'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='beach'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='music'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rants'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='youtube'/><title type='text'>Wake up in the morning like P.Diddy</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I’m fighting for this girl,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; I’m a battlefield of love,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don’t it look like baby cupid sent his arrows from above,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don’t you ever leave the side of me,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Indefinitely, not probably,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; and honestly &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;im&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; down like the economy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Jay Sean, Down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I used to be commander and chief&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Of my pimp ship &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;flyin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;' high, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;flyin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;' high&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Til I met this pretty little missile that shot me out the sky&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Keri &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Hilson&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Neyo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; and Kayne West, Knock you down&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I just realised how many metaphors and random utterances there are in lyrics these days.&lt;br /&gt;They seem to trail off to a different direction, far away from what the song is actually about...&lt;br /&gt;And even though, that's the case - it works because it's &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;extremely&lt;/span&gt; catchy.&lt;br /&gt;5 stars to random lyrics!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt; Anyway, in response to last entry: i didn't get into &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;USYD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; ... &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;yet&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;I'm still very persistent, hence that's why i am waiting for the early &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;February&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;round's&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; offers.&lt;br /&gt;Best of luck to me, and if i don't get into that... i guess i will be doing a B.Speech and Hearing Science degree @ &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;UMACQ&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;....       //&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;mumbles&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good news!&lt;br /&gt;I finally made a YouTube account (thanks to my cousin, Jenny for convincing me)... but that doesn't mean that &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;I'm&lt;/span&gt; going to completely &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;acculturate&lt;/span&gt; to the entire YouTube community. I don't plan to sing or make any &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;vlogs&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, because there will be horrible &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;consequences&lt;/span&gt;, if i do so. E.g.&lt;br /&gt;I'm going to do some serious &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;damages&lt;/span&gt; to people's eardrums and the population of people going deaf will increase by 40%.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, so the first thing i did was to subscribe to &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/user/ilajil"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_22"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;Aj&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; Rafael's channel&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_23"&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;ofcourse&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; :D :D and started punching the favourite button on my favourite videos (mainly consisting of YouTube singers). I never understood why i didn't make a YouTube account earlier, searching for my favourite &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_24"&gt;videos&lt;/span&gt; would have been so much more easier, if i need to find them again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_25"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;Haha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_26"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;i'm&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; so proud to be a YouTube member.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fJ2jiuq8kpA/S2KrQH-x1HI/AAAAAAAAAmE/woDlfGj63lM/s1600-h/youtube.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 250px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fJ2jiuq8kpA/S2KrQH-x1HI/AAAAAAAAAmE/woDlfGj63lM/s400/youtube.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5432092394070856818" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Damn, i make it sound that i had to do some serious sucking up to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;YouTube's&lt;/span&gt; ass, to become apart and included in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;YT's&lt;/span&gt; inner circle or something. It's like YouTube has become some exclusive club.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway here are the photos from Palm Beach a few weeks back.&lt;br /&gt;I really enjoy going to the Beach at night, it's a complete different experience.&lt;br /&gt;You actually feel that the world belongs to you because there is &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_27"&gt;no one&lt;/span&gt; else there, except for your mates...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So Amen to running around and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_28"&gt;scramming&lt;/span&gt; around like a retard and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_29"&gt;of course&lt;/span&gt; you can pee in the sea without anyone caring. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_30"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;Haha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, love love.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fJ2jiuq8kpA/S2KewMHoN0I/AAAAAAAAAkc/1PZNvlX9_7I/s1600-h/palm+beach+-+hold.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 299px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fJ2jiuq8kpA/S2KewMHoN0I/AAAAAAAAAkc/1PZNvlX9_7I/s400/palm+beach+-+hold.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5432078651286370114" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;My petite size becomes more &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_31"&gt;emphasised&lt;/span&gt; in this photo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fJ2jiuq8kpA/S2KeNIZTHtI/AAAAAAAAAjc/VJBPV_UqC10/s1600-h/palm+beach+-+fuck.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 299px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fJ2jiuq8kpA/S2KeNIZTHtI/AAAAAAAAAjc/VJBPV_UqC10/s400/palm+beach+-+fuck.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5432078048991321810" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The word 'Fuck', has many &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_32"&gt;definitions&lt;/span&gt;.. depending on the contexts.... e.g. Jimmy and Matt...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fJ2jiuq8kpA/S2KeeF3z4oI/AAAAAAAAAj0/QqQM-Qx-MWw/s1600-h/palm+beach+-+haha+girls.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 299px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fJ2jiuq8kpA/S2KeeF3z4oI/AAAAAAAAAj0/QqQM-Qx-MWw/s400/palm+beach+-+haha+girls.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5432078340371767938" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_33"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;LOL&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; complete fail.&lt;br /&gt;&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://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fJ2jiuq8kpA/S2KewaWOmxI/AAAAAAAAAkk/LoIfIhd2Zk8/s1600-h/palm+beach+-+jump.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 299px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fJ2jiuq8kpA/S2KewaWOmxI/AAAAAAAAAkk/LoIfIhd2Zk8/s400/palm+beach+-+jump.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5432078655105702674" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Jump attempts&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;... And then there were too many Chris Brown moments&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fJ2jiuq8kpA/S2Ke-XP_amI/AAAAAAAAAlM/pN3LlNV_L44/s1600-h/palm+beach+-+power.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 299px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fJ2jiuq8kpA/S2Ke-XP_amI/AAAAAAAAAlM/pN3LlNV_L44/s400/palm+beach+-+power.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5432078894792403554" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some were fun yet quite powerful&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fJ2jiuq8kpA/S2Ke9Sc_niI/AAAAAAAAAk8/WrhUjWcJ88o/s1600-h/palm+beach+-+planet+of+the+apes.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 299px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fJ2jiuq8kpA/S2Ke9Sc_niI/AAAAAAAAAk8/WrhUjWcJ88o/s400/palm+beach+-+planet+of+the+apes.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5432078876324896290" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Some were animal like.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;And others got quite serious&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fJ2jiuq8kpA/S2KfVd1-3fI/AAAAAAAAAl8/bfakwXIB508/s1600-h/palm+beach+-chris+brown+1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 299px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fJ2jiuq8kpA/S2KfVd1-3fI/AAAAAAAAAl8/bfakwXIB508/s400/palm+beach+-chris+brown+1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5432079291699355122" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fJ2jiuq8kpA/S2KeM9k1i7I/AAAAAAAAAjU/0tKYwI_hWL8/s1600-h/palm+beach+-+chris+brown.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fJ2jiuq8kpA/S2KeM9k1i7I/AAAAAAAAAjU/0tKYwI_hWL8/s400/palm+beach+-+chris+brown.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5432078046086925234" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_34"&gt;of course&lt;/span&gt; there were sweet revenge&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fJ2jiuq8kpA/S2Ke9wHyz7I/AAAAAAAAAlE/l0Lyzq9zWn8/s1600-h/palm+beach+-+poke.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 299px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fJ2jiuq8kpA/S2Ke9wHyz7I/AAAAAAAAAlE/l0Lyzq9zWn8/s400/palm+beach+-+poke.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5432078884289040306" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fJ2jiuq8kpA/S2Kee7SEBmI/AAAAAAAAAkE/61mrfBrVz9E/s1600-h/palm+beach+-+iloveyou.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 299px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fJ2jiuq8kpA/S2Kee7SEBmI/AAAAAAAAAkE/61mrfBrVz9E/s400/palm+beach+-+iloveyou.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5432078354708956770" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;But in the end, we all love each other.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_35"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;LOL&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; @ Jimmy's face. Stupid bastard, doesn't love us, yeah yeah?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fJ2jiuq8kpA/S2KeMfT28bI/AAAAAAAAAjM/2EKCR0aA4J0/s1600-h/palm+beach+-+bell.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 299px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fJ2jiuq8kpA/S2KeMfT28bI/AAAAAAAAAjM/2EKCR0aA4J0/s400/palm+beach+-+bell.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5432078037962650034" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Bell you &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_36"&gt;home wrecker&lt;/span&gt; :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fJ2jiuq8kpA/S2KfHlA6aSI/AAAAAAAAAlU/lQF1Qj-BaXg/s1600-h/palm+beach+-+supermodel.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 299px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fJ2jiuq8kpA/S2KfHlA6aSI/AAAAAAAAAlU/lQF1Qj-BaXg/s400/palm+beach+-+supermodel.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5432079053106080034" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The beautiful Shirley and Susan campaigning for their new fashion line.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fJ2jiuq8kpA/S2KefcAmbgI/AAAAAAAAAkU/TYi9iOQkLiA/s1600-h/palm+beach+-+men.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 299px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fJ2jiuq8kpA/S2KefcAmbgI/AAAAAAAAAkU/TYi9iOQkLiA/s400/palm+beach+-+men.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5432078363494084098" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Who needs muscles when &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_37"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18"&gt;i've&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; got this&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fJ2jiuq8kpA/S2KewxFCPgI/AAAAAAAAAks/8mCroMRors4/s1600-h/palm+beach+-+piggy+back+tank.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fJ2jiuq8kpA/S2KewxFCPgI/AAAAAAAAAks/8mCroMRors4/s400/palm+beach+-+piggy+back+tank.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5432078661207604738" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;That's right, Shirley is really tank. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_38"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19"&gt;Haha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fJ2jiuq8kpA/S2KeNpFXRVI/AAAAAAAAAjk/UfJj9CHwDAw/s1600-h/palm+beach+-+group.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 299px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fJ2jiuq8kpA/S2KeNpFXRVI/AAAAAAAAAjk/UfJj9CHwDAw/s400/palm+beach+-+group.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5432078057766077778" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fJ2jiuq8kpA/S2KfQTTvcsI/AAAAAAAAAl0/mVEH7_0iNxA/s1600-h/palm+beach+-+yay.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 299px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fJ2jiuq8kpA/S2KfQTTvcsI/AAAAAAAAAl0/mVEH7_0iNxA/s400/palm+beach+-+yay.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5432079202972037826" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_39"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_20"&gt;Haha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, i love you all.. and the beach at night &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_40"&gt;of course&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Oh oh and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_21"&gt;i'm&lt;/span&gt; back at work tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;I anticipate it because it's time to send year 3 kids to the wall with their hands on their heads, if they talk without my permission. I plan to take on a different persona tomorrow. I felt that i was overly too nice last year, so &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_22"&gt;i'm&lt;/span&gt; going to change my identity tomorrow and leave a first impression as a bitchy teacher... and what are they going to do about it?! If the kids complain to their parents that &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_23"&gt;i'm&lt;/span&gt; mean, strict and nasty, that's okay because from experience i know that Asian parents loves strict, mean and nasty tutors (and i assume that the majority of the students that i will be teaching are Asians)... it's not like &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_24"&gt;i'm&lt;/span&gt; going to abuse them //shifty eyes.  THAT'S RIGHT KIDS, WHAT ARE YOU GOING TO DO ABOUT IT!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;But knowing me, i don't think me holding the bitchy teacher persona for long can last :(.&lt;br /&gt;But i will try.&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/658648659956828396-9075628674727396891?l=loveclaraa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://loveclaraa.blogspot.com/feeds/9075628674727396891/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=658648659956828396&amp;postID=9075628674727396891&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/658648659956828396/posts/default/9075628674727396891'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/658648659956828396/posts/default/9075628674727396891'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loveclaraa.blogspot.com/2010/01/wake-up-in-morning-like-pdiddy.html' title='Wake up in the morning like P.Diddy'/><author><name>Clara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03134567698415763652</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fJ2jiuq8kpA/Slsr7tEYrLI/AAAAAAAAASU/TEitybDg0UI/S220/slide.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fJ2jiuq8kpA/S2KrQH-x1HI/AAAAAAAAAmE/woDlfGj63lM/s72-c/youtube.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-658648659956828396.post-537998340669571663</id><published>2010-01-20T18:02:00.009+11:00</published><updated>2010-07-14T20:43:58.917+10:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='courses'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='university'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='shoes'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dedication'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='birthday'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fashion'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='UAI'/><title type='text'>Suspense will be over.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;When you look in my eyes, you make me delirious.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;That's when i start to fall, into something serious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;- Delirious (Remix), Vistoso Bosses ft. Souja Boy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;That's how i feel about my upcoming uni offers and results - I become very serious with my results.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;For those who has caught up with me in the last month and a half knows that i haven't checked my UMACQ semester 2 results yet...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;and quite surprisingly, i haven't succumb into the temptation of actually finding out what they are after it being released for over a month or so now.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Yes, i have tested my paitence...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;However, tonight is where everything is going to be revealed, including the decision on whether USYD will accept me as a speech path. student... and if not, i will have to crawl back to Macquarie... again.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Best of luck to me @9PM&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;On another note, my Tony Bianco Heels has arrived after two days! It was so quick and i didn't even expect it! The Mail man came at 9 today and Brian picked them up for me, screaming "CLARA YOUR BLOODY HEELS HAS ARRIVED"- stupid fag for waking me up.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Thank you to Jack for winning the bid for me, as i was out for Annie's surprise 19th birthday&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fJ2jiuq8kpA/S1a0bVzGueI/AAAAAAAAAjE/KJ_uV_w1MlQ/s1600-h/faggot.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fJ2jiuq8kpA/S1a0bVzGueI/AAAAAAAAAjE/KJ_uV_w1MlQ/s400/faggot.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5428724782642674146" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Guys, meet my &lt;strike&gt;dog&lt;/strike&gt; unfortunate bestfriend Annie.&lt;br /&gt;Annie meet wonderful people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy 19th, i love you :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt; And continuing along, every frantic ebay-er knows that the real bidding starts in the last 20 secs of the bid.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;The heels were : 28.00 + $12.00 = $40.00. (RRP:$140.00)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Not bad for a pair of Tony Biancos aye?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Because i can't find my camera and that i refuse to use my phone camera. Here are the photos from the seller that attracted me on Ebay to this little beauty.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fJ2jiuq8kpA/S1ayN0-JdNI/AAAAAAAAAi8/1beqnL8Ib20/s1600-h/shoe.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 313px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fJ2jiuq8kpA/S1ayN0-JdNI/AAAAAAAAAi8/1beqnL8Ib20/s400/shoe.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5428722351469065426" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&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/658648659956828396-537998340669571663?l=loveclaraa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://loveclaraa.blogspot.com/feeds/537998340669571663/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=658648659956828396&amp;postID=537998340669571663&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/658648659956828396/posts/default/537998340669571663'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/658648659956828396/posts/default/537998340669571663'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loveclaraa.blogspot.com/2010/01/suspense-will-be-over.html' title='Suspense will be over.'/><author><name>Clara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03134567698415763652</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fJ2jiuq8kpA/Slsr7tEYrLI/AAAAAAAAASU/TEitybDg0UI/S220/slide.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fJ2jiuq8kpA/S1a0bVzGueI/AAAAAAAAAjE/KJ_uV_w1MlQ/s72-c/faggot.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-658648659956828396.post-2847333289291954637</id><published>2010-01-14T15:50:00.031+11:00</published><updated>2010-01-14T20:47:08.274+11:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='xmas'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='birthday'/><title type='text'>The last of 2009</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;div  style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;So it's time for some sweet sweet blogging time which i have neglected for exactly a month.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha, my bad. I've been waiting on photos from Shirley, Wei and Annie lately, so that's why i haven't been blogging. I kind of made an oath to myself that every time i make an entry, i would need to display some sort of image- whether it is relevant or not to the blog post.  I’m not sure whether this is a good thing or not because this might mean that there will be expected delays with new entries. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div  style="font-weight: bold; font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-weight: normal;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div  style="font-weight: bold; font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-weight: normal;font-size:100%;"&gt;I dunno just too much text makes me puke (&amp;amp; i'm sure everyone would agree with me. I can't believe it has taken me about 3 years to figure this out. Goddamn). Plus, because i suck at keeping promises with posting photos in future entries- i realised that i actually don't fulfil these promises because i somehow forget to post the photos up or it's just that i never had the chance to get a hold of these photos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div  style="font-weight: bold; font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-weight: normal;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div  style="font-weight: bold; font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-weight: normal;font-size:100%;"&gt;So before i highlight the beginning of this year, i just want to make a quick entry to recapture on what i did during the last few weeks before 2010 had opened its gates. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div  style="font-weight: bold; font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-weight: normal;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Susan's birthday was during mid December, the 11th and that means there were 14 days left till Christmas. Therefore, for her birthday, some of the girls - Wei, Janna, Annie, Bell and I went to Holy Basil to celebrate. Then afterwards, as we being the spontaneous children that we are- we went to McGrath's Hill and Rouse Hill to do some good `ol light house hunting. You know trying to make the most out of the jolly Christmas spirit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fJ2jiuq8kpA/S06jvYv_PJI/AAAAAAAAAeE/VNqxoBCieVU/s1600-h/DSC02778.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fJ2jiuq8kpA/S06jvYv_PJI/AAAAAAAAAeE/VNqxoBCieVU/s320/DSC02778.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5426454635520933010" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;font-size:100%;"&gt;We are so macho. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-weight: normal;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fJ2jiuq8kpA/S06lJA67mUI/AAAAAAAAAe0/9KyTPvBA7Ms/s1600-h/lady+like.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fJ2jiuq8kpA/S06lJA67mUI/AAAAAAAAAe0/9KyTPvBA7Ms/s320/lady+like.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5426456175312607554" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;font-size:100%;"&gt;Our mummies would be so proud of our elegance and sophistication. We've grown up to be such lovely ladies. Would you like a cup of tea? until..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fJ2jiuq8kpA/S06lJsc2H6I/AAAAAAAAAe8/9imWprVVpCM/s1600-h/lady+like+1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fJ2jiuq8kpA/S06lJsc2H6I/AAAAAAAAAe8/9imWprVVpCM/s320/lady+like+1.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5426456186997579682" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;font-size:100%;"&gt;Bell breaks the treaty and starts falling&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-weight: normal;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fJ2jiuq8kpA/S06jxDpHpFI/AAAAAAAAAec/Ebt6XBZxzHc/s1600-h/DSC02787.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fJ2jiuq8kpA/S06jxDpHpFI/AAAAAAAAAec/Ebt6XBZxzHc/s320/DSC02787.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5426454664214717522" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div  style="font-weight: bold; font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-weight: normal;font-size:100%;"&gt;Leaving me to catch her while the other two doesn't need to be deported to Ladette to Lady. Damn busted. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fJ2jiuq8kpA/S06lKbqHShI/AAAAAAAAAfE/20gC4lAqP1A/s1600-h/clauses.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fJ2jiuq8kpA/S06lKbqHShI/AAAAAAAAAfE/20gC4lAqP1A/s320/clauses.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5426456199669697042" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;font-size:100%;"&gt;I thought this would of been a better Halloween prop rather for a Christmas occasion. It wasn't scary until it moved.. slowly and when it started to dance. I swear i had nightmares!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;" class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fJ2jiuq8kpA/S06j7n27ICI/AAAAAAAAAes/sO2Y_DvtHTY/s1600-h/DSC02808.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fJ2jiuq8kpA/S06j7n27ICI/AAAAAAAAAes/sO2Y_DvtHTY/s320/DSC02808.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5426454845734985762" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;This house is ownage. They had bubbles and everything. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;Besides getting high on blinding colorful fluro lights, trespassing and sneaking on private property ( which i am sure is illegal) and perhaps unintentionally ambushing and stomping on freshly green-mowed lawn, we girls had a lovely time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;Next up we had the wonderful Raymond's 19th. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;" class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;This was spent at Sicillian in Parramatta with some of our wonderful uni mates - Marcus, David P, David K, Seth, Shirley, Song and I + Derek. We also headed to Magic Kingdom in Lansvale.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fJ2jiuq8kpA/S06qNt-O6pI/AAAAAAAAAhk/GVpmxXop1DE/s1600-h/scillian.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fJ2jiuq8kpA/S06qNt-O6pI/AAAAAAAAAhk/GVpmxXop1DE/s320/scillian.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5426461753683667602" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fJ2jiuq8kpA/S06qMhSKLeI/AAAAAAAAAhU/AQuP7GnlWrE/s1600-h/ray.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fJ2jiuq8kpA/S06qMhSKLeI/AAAAAAAAAhU/AQuP7GnlWrE/s320/ray.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5426461733097713122" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;Birthday boy Raymond, xx.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fJ2jiuq8kpA/S06pQoC66GI/AAAAAAAAAfM/s5xhkDYODk8/s1600-h/bloody+mary.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fJ2jiuq8kpA/S06pQoC66GI/AAAAAAAAAfM/s5xhkDYODk8/s320/bloody+mary.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5426460704120694882" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;" class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;The taste for this - Bloody Mary was disgusting. It was like a chili drink&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;" class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fJ2jiuq8kpA/S06rCJ_AvmI/AAAAAAAAAiM/DrUc_IrMpog/s1600-h/shirls,+song+and+i.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fJ2jiuq8kpA/S06rCJ_AvmI/AAAAAAAAAiM/DrUc_IrMpog/s320/shirls,+song+and+i.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5426462654556323426" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;Bogan Song, Clara and Shirley.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;" class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fJ2jiuq8kpA/S06rpOMZ3FI/AAAAAAAAAic/Jde4dSS8Ros/s1600-h/face+one.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fJ2jiuq8kpA/S06rpOMZ3FI/AAAAAAAAAic/Jde4dSS8Ros/s320/face+one.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5426463325701135442" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;David and Seth &lt;3.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fJ2jiuq8kpA/S06rqT7sFnI/AAAAAAAAAis/BL4CBhO5M6A/s1600-h/face+two.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fJ2jiuq8kpA/S06rqT7sFnI/AAAAAAAAAis/BL4CBhO5M6A/s320/face+two.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5426463344421508722" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;Haha, this looks like some badly done Photoshop. But really, it's actually a feature from Shirley's Sony Camera. Apparently, it can transform a sad face into a happy face.. But it isn't a job well done.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;" class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fJ2jiuq8kpA/S06qos4-dgI/AAAAAAAAAiE/QSFWxyux_r4/s1600-h/present+2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fJ2jiuq8kpA/S06qos4-dgI/AAAAAAAAAiE/QSFWxyux_r4/s320/present+2.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5426462217249650178" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;Ray looks so fascinated with his birthday present&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fJ2jiuq8kpA/S06px7Y5B5I/AAAAAAAAAg8/YfT0eedRfrs/s1600-h/present+3.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fJ2jiuq8kpA/S06px7Y5B5I/AAAAAAAAAg8/YfT0eedRfrs/s320/present+3.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5426461276248803218" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;Until he figured out what it is. HAHA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fJ2jiuq8kpA/S06rCmqqz-I/AAAAAAAAAiU/9_uAbf_9nOk/s1600-h/preg+test+zoom.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 115px; height: 135px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fJ2jiuq8kpA/S06rCmqqz-I/AAAAAAAAAiU/9_uAbf_9nOk/s320/preg+test+zoom.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5426462662255628258" 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://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fJ2jiuq8kpA/S06pwSbcNCI/AAAAAAAAAgs/wlqUT6DuFtw/s1600-h/present+1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fJ2jiuq8kpA/S06pwSbcNCI/AAAAAAAAAgs/wlqUT6DuFtw/s320/present+1.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5426461248073774114" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;And of course, lessons to a pole dancing class to complete the package. Oh we love you!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fJ2jiuq8kpA/S06sH0R9GCI/AAAAAAAAAi0/dUdEuxUiMYI/s1600-h/everyone+random.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fJ2jiuq8kpA/S06sH0R9GCI/AAAAAAAAAi0/dUdEuxUiMYI/s320/everyone+random.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5426463851321038882" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;Haha some random jumped in. Aussie Aussie Aussie, Oy x3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fJ2jiuq8kpA/S06pREQ3ntI/AAAAAAAAAfU/VRlhWhL9no8/s1600-h/boys.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fJ2jiuq8kpA/S06pREQ3ntI/AAAAAAAAAfU/VRlhWhL9no8/s320/boys.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5426460711695392466" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;BoyzBand/Motown&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fJ2jiuq8kpA/S06pvM48QNI/AAAAAAAAAgc/X1RvcMI0hNA/s1600-h/mk.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fJ2jiuq8kpA/S06pvM48QNI/AAAAAAAAAgc/X1RvcMI0hNA/s320/mk.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5426461229407027410" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;Magic Kingdom - Eerie&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fJ2jiuq8kpA/S06pSnQjgAI/AAAAAAAAAfs/3ds9SuNb0WQ/s1600-h/DSC01022.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fJ2jiuq8kpA/S06pSnQjgAI/AAAAAAAAAfs/3ds9SuNb0WQ/s320/DSC01022.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5426460738269184002" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;Yep and Shirley definitely captured something on camera..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But on closer inspection could it be this beautiful boy?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fJ2jiuq8kpA/S06pSOuhcUI/AAAAAAAAAfk/ri_1rLRYjIg/s1600-h/derek+so+beautiful.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fJ2jiuq8kpA/S06pSOuhcUI/AAAAAAAAAfk/ri_1rLRYjIg/s320/derek+so+beautiful.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5426460731683991874" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;Or this one below?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fJ2jiuq8kpA/S06pRny6yXI/AAAAAAAAAfc/4u4g27PrIT8/s1600-h/david+prak.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fJ2jiuq8kpA/S06pRny6yXI/AAAAAAAAAfc/4u4g27PrIT8/s320/david+prak.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5426460721233447282" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YOU DECIDE&lt;/span&gt;!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fJ2jiuq8kpA/S06pkHo_YRI/AAAAAAAAAf0/v8NRKMgqq18/s1600-h/everyone.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fJ2jiuq8kpA/S06pkHo_YRI/AAAAAAAAAf0/v8NRKMgqq18/s320/everyone.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5426461039019385106" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;I also had a haircut a few days earlier too. Now it's shorter than short. Observe. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fJ2jiuq8kpA/S06rpYsSaeI/AAAAAAAAAik/m9Q1-kDZFK4/s1600-h/hair.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fJ2jiuq8kpA/S06rpYsSaeI/AAAAAAAAAik/m9Q1-kDZFK4/s320/hair.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5426463328519219682" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;" class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yep yep the back is heaps short. It's like a boy's haircut. But it gets longer and longer towards the front. I don't have a picture of the side view. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This year's Christmas was much louder than NewYear's ... ( I always thought that this should be the opposite). As for how tradition goes, for Christmas the girl's exchanged Chris Cringle gifts. This year, Janna received me and she presented me with the The Chaser's War on Everything Season 2 &amp;amp; 3. Yay! Now that was completely surprising and unexpected... Janna //grins. I had Bell this year and she received the Xmen Box set.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Thus, I also received some gifts- mostly chocolates, from my kids at tutoring. It’s difficult enough to lose my 2009 tummy and now that I have an extra luggage of fat to lose from Christmas over summer, it’s mission impossible! :( :(&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Christmas parties were also spent at Janna's and then Zac's house for Wei's Christmas party.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Instead of heading out to the City this year, which i have been doing so for the past 3 years or so.. I spent New Years with a close bunch of friend's at Annie's house. It's a nice change afterall(staying local and everything), as there were minimal people and the likely hood of being crushed by people will be a fat chance... that is if you exclude Annie.. Haha i kid i kid. Plus i know how generous people are in the city, they don't mind sharing their sweaty goodness by rubbing against you or engulfing the air with tobacco and then there is the really bad stench of feet... Oh god, that brings back memories in '-07.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I really enjoyed having a small bbq, drinking a little, wii, karaoke, mah jong, and reflecting on what last year has brought us before the count down to 2010 with some of my closest mates.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;So if i was to describe `09 in one sentence. This is how it would go:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div  style="font-family:webdings;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-weight: normal;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;IT WAS AN UNFORGETTABLE YEAR, FULL OF FIRSTS.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;And i'll make sure `10 will be better. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&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/658648659956828396-2847333289291954637?l=loveclaraa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://loveclaraa.blogspot.com/feeds/2847333289291954637/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=658648659956828396&amp;postID=2847333289291954637&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/658648659956828396/posts/default/2847333289291954637'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/658648659956828396/posts/default/2847333289291954637'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loveclaraa.blogspot.com/2010/01/last-of-2009.html' title='The last of 2009'/><author><name>Clara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03134567698415763652</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fJ2jiuq8kpA/Slsr7tEYrLI/AAAAAAAAASU/TEitybDg0UI/S220/slide.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fJ2jiuq8kpA/S06jvYv_PJI/AAAAAAAAAeE/VNqxoBCieVU/s72-c/DSC02778.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-658648659956828396.post-4732523620468157858</id><published>2009-12-14T19:14:00.003+11:00</published><updated>2009-12-14T19:56:27.919+11:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rant'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='msn'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='conversation'/><title type='text'>Speaking of Shoes</title><content type='html'>My conversation with Janna on shoes.&lt;br /&gt;After Janna &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;ROFLOLLLL&lt;/span&gt; on my fail epic from my deceased flats. We started a conversation on shoes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;/&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;kle&lt;/span&gt;ərə/ says:&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;im&lt;/span&gt; onto my fourth pair of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;haviannas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;LOL&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;LOL&lt;/span&gt; I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;DONT&lt;/span&gt; KNOW MAN&lt;br /&gt;Janna =) says:&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;im&lt;/span&gt; on my first still &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;LOL&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*amazing!&lt;br /&gt;-         /&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;kle&lt;/span&gt;ərə/ says:&lt;br /&gt;*FUCK YOU&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Janna =) says:&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;LOL&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*what &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;happend&lt;/span&gt; to the other ones?&lt;br /&gt;*they &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;gg&lt;/span&gt;?&lt;br /&gt;-         /&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;kle&lt;/span&gt;ərə/ says:&lt;br /&gt;*yeah man&lt;br /&gt;*ALL &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;GG'D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*because my WHOLE family wears my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;haviannas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*no jokes&lt;br /&gt;*my dad and mum wears it cos it fits them well..&lt;br /&gt;*yes you heard me.. my DAD .. i &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;dont&lt;/span&gt; know how that works&lt;br /&gt;Janna =) says:&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;LOLOLOLOLOLOLOL&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*UR ONES?&lt;br /&gt;-         /&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18"&gt;kle&lt;/span&gt;ərə/ says:&lt;br /&gt;*well maybe its cos .. its slightly bigger&lt;br /&gt;Janna =) says:&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19"&gt;LOLOLOLOLOLOLOL&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-         /&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_20"&gt;kle&lt;/span&gt;ərə/ says:&lt;br /&gt;*man &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_21"&gt;im&lt;/span&gt; going to buy kids size &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_22"&gt;haviannas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*cos i got the smallest adult size &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_23"&gt;haviannas&lt;/span&gt; and they &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_24"&gt;dont&lt;/span&gt; fit (properly)&lt;br /&gt;*/sigh..&lt;br /&gt;Janna =) says:&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_25"&gt;LOL&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_26"&gt;wth&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_27"&gt;clara&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;-         /&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_28"&gt;kle&lt;/span&gt;ərə/ says:&lt;br /&gt;*i should of learnt my lesson by now.. fourth time :(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/658648659956828396-4732523620468157858?l=loveclaraa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://loveclaraa.blogspot.com/feeds/4732523620468157858/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=658648659956828396&amp;postID=4732523620468157858&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/658648659956828396/posts/default/4732523620468157858'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/658648659956828396/posts/default/4732523620468157858'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loveclaraa.blogspot.com/2009/12/speaking-of-shoes.html' title='Speaking of Shoes'/><author><name>Clara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03134567698415763652</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fJ2jiuq8kpA/Slsr7tEYrLI/AAAAAAAAASU/TEitybDg0UI/S220/slide.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-658648659956828396.post-552353423366092505</id><published>2009-12-14T16:53:00.022+11:00</published><updated>2009-12-17T12:12:56.886+11:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='photo'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='party'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='xmas'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fail'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='birthday'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='karoke'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='relationship'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='food'/><title type='text'>Call it Ugly</title><content type='html'>Okay guys i am back from my ultra long absence. Many sincere apologies.&lt;br /&gt;But don't worry guys, you will be proud.. because this is going to be one heck of a long entry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know that I was meant to be back up and re-running this blog after my final, final exams.. and if I remember that was on the 23rd? But a lot of shit happened straight after my exams which left me… how do I put this?  I was left in an ‘unstable condition’ to blog – My &lt;underline&gt; boyfriend &lt;/underline&gt; now ex, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Minh&lt;/span&gt; and I broke up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had to figure myself out, do some soul searching and get myself back on my feet. And as slack as this sound to my many (well I hope ‘many’:P) fellow readers: Blogging was probably one of last priorities. Sorry guys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But on the bright sides of things, I kept myself distracted and kept myself entertained by my beloved friends… and with friends, that means adventures… and with adventures that means many photos... and with many photos that means blog … and with blog that means I KEPT MY PROMISE! &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;AHUH&lt;/span&gt;! That’s right guys, as promised from my last entry, I pledged a photo post. So here are some photos that I’&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;ve&lt;/span&gt; taken throughout the last month or so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Exibit&lt;/span&gt; A:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fJ2jiuq8kpA/SyXa7KQmRTI/AAAAAAAAAbE/p1mJ0lOKFEg/s1600-h/05122009%28005%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fJ2jiuq8kpA/SyXa7KQmRTI/AAAAAAAAAbE/p1mJ0lOKFEg/s320/05122009%28005%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5414974836883998002" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;So my 'lo &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;dao&lt;/span&gt;' James, left for Chinese Land on the 6/12/09.. But prior to that some of his wonderful uni mates :) , Shirley, Song, Lawrence and I decided to train it to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Hurstville&lt;/span&gt; after work... which is similar to a journey to find the other pot of gold on the other side of the rainbow. It was freaking far. I know i  should be invulnerable to long journey trips, considering that i sprint from different platforms, master my balancing skills so i don't need to stack and fall off 3948243 escalator's steps, rage it @ &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;cityrail&lt;/span&gt; if it fails to cooperate with me and dog bullets (&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Haha&lt;/span&gt;). But man the journey to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;Hurstville&lt;/span&gt;.. is a damn challenge. Maybe it's because it sometimes requires me to change trains at central? I dunno.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fJ2jiuq8kpA/SyXa6y5CIsI/AAAAAAAAAa8/NzwGU3IVTM0/s1600-h/05122009%28006%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fJ2jiuq8kpA/SyXa6y5CIsI/AAAAAAAAAa8/NzwGU3IVTM0/s320/05122009%28006%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5414974830611145410" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We had dinner... It's so Asian family like.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we went to some humongous XMAS tree and attempted to make jumping photos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fJ2jiuq8kpA/SyXb1bkx9lI/AAAAAAAAAbk/kigPgSCSsy4/s1600-h/LOL.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fJ2jiuq8kpA/SyXb1bkx9lI/AAAAAAAAAbk/kigPgSCSsy4/s320/LOL.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5414975837964465746" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After like 6 tries.. we succeeded.. But the result was horrible. So &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;i'm&lt;/span&gt; not going to post it up. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;Haha&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fJ2jiuq8kpA/SyXb1t2i8cI/AAAAAAAAAbs/QBjW3twcN8U/s1600-h/hurstville+photo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fJ2jiuq8kpA/SyXb1t2i8cI/AAAAAAAAAbs/QBjW3twcN8U/s320/hurstville+photo.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5414975842870817218" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;Taws&lt;/span&gt;. Have a safe trip James xx. Remember to bring me back something Asian and i think you might need to restock and update your &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;Monchichi&lt;/span&gt; condom that dangles from your wallet :). Don't think i have forgotten Semester 1 :).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Following on. I was invited to Andy &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;Lai's&lt;/span&gt; birthday with the awesome &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;USYD&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;Cumbo&lt;/span&gt; crew (hopefully it will be my future second home). We went to Rips and Rumps @ &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;Homebush&lt;/span&gt;.&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://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fJ2jiuq8kpA/SyXkaHWSmZI/AAAAAAAAAdc/TfGs-nvbpRQ/s1600-h/andy+lai+19th+-++cake.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fJ2jiuq8kpA/SyXkaHWSmZI/AAAAAAAAAdc/TfGs-nvbpRQ/s320/andy+lai+19th+-++cake.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5414985264283163026" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Chocolate cake, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;mmm&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fJ2jiuq8kpA/SyXkF_Q7X9I/AAAAAAAAAdE/X2aBboeesP8/s1600-h/andy+lai+19th+-+petrified+cake.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fJ2jiuq8kpA/SyXkF_Q7X9I/AAAAAAAAAdE/X2aBboeesP8/s320/andy+lai+19th+-+petrified+cake.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5414984918515802066" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Sparkly fire with an awkward expression...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fJ2jiuq8kpA/SyXj21wRbxI/AAAAAAAAAcs/_5bR0auDyKQ/s1600-h/andy+lai+19th+-++annie+and+i.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fJ2jiuq8kpA/SyXj21wRbxI/AAAAAAAAAcs/_5bR0auDyKQ/s320/andy+lai+19th+-++annie+and+i.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5414984658264878866" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Annie and I... I almost broke her nose at beach one day. Though, That's another story to be told.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fJ2jiuq8kpA/SyXj3BQweTI/AAAAAAAAAc0/cVrB5zhCw3Q/s1600-h/andy+lai+19th+-+girls.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fJ2jiuq8kpA/SyXj3BQweTI/AAAAAAAAAc0/cVrB5zhCw3Q/s320/andy+lai+19th+-+girls.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5414984661353920818" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The lovely girls.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fJ2jiuq8kpA/SyXj2E5k3tI/AAAAAAAAAcc/RK-TyvpHOBA/s1600-h/andy+lai+19th+-+edward+cullen.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fJ2jiuq8kpA/SyXj2E5k3tI/AAAAAAAAAcc/RK-TyvpHOBA/s320/andy+lai+19th+-+edward+cullen.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5414984645150564050" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Okay, so who needs the sparkly faggot who's on a tree - aka Robert Pattinson, alias "Edward Cullen". when we got this. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18"&gt;Haha&lt;/span&gt;. Andy &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19"&gt;Lai&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Team Taylor &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_20"&gt;Lautner's&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_21"&gt;Hawt&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Body&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fJ2jiuq8kpA/SyXkGKSZJWI/AAAAAAAAAdM/Y6KgAu5QTvU/s1600-h/andy+lai+19th+-+outside+rips+and+rumps.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 238px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fJ2jiuq8kpA/SyXkGKSZJWI/AAAAAAAAAdM/Y6KgAu5QTvU/s320/andy+lai+19th+-+outside+rips+and+rumps.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5414984921474737506" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;There was a big controversy with Shirley/Phil's arm with this photo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fJ2jiuq8kpA/SyXkZq_OIEI/AAAAAAAAAdU/5MCC5WrfReM/s1600-h/andy+lai+19th+-++birthday+boy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fJ2jiuq8kpA/SyXkZq_OIEI/AAAAAAAAAdU/5MCC5WrfReM/s320/andy+lai+19th+-++birthday+boy.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5414985256670208066" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Happy 19&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_22"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; Birthday Andy. xx.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I also went to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_23"&gt;NQT&lt;/span&gt; 2009 XMAS Party. Can you believe it, this week would be my last lesson for this year! I'm surprised &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_24"&gt;i've&lt;/span&gt; gained one year of teaching experience.. Wow and has played such an influenced on 25 kid's lives. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_25"&gt;Whao&lt;/span&gt;... But anyway, the XMAS Party was held @ CEO Karaoke in the City.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fJ2jiuq8kpA/SyXka5MpnYI/AAAAAAAAAd0/HRyviPa0hzg/s1600-h/xmas+party+nqt+-+michael,+clara,+alena+and+jenny.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fJ2jiuq8kpA/SyXka5MpnYI/AAAAAAAAAd0/HRyviPa0hzg/s320/xmas+party+nqt+-+michael,+clara,+alena+and+jenny.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5414985277664501122" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;With Jenny, Michael &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_26"&gt;andd&lt;/span&gt; our adorable supervisor, Alena&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fJ2jiuq8kpA/SyXkaRAP7QI/AAAAAAAAAdk/opFozvHXRR8/s1600-h/xmas+party+nqt-+clara,+jenny,+catherine.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fJ2jiuq8kpA/SyXkaRAP7QI/AAAAAAAAAdk/opFozvHXRR8/s320/xmas+party+nqt-+clara,+jenny,+catherine.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5414985266875067650" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;So Jenny, i think it's time for you to hit a waxing parlour. Your moustache.. is getting slightly visible :D. Also with the lovely Katherine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fJ2jiuq8kpA/SyXme0iydvI/AAAAAAAAAd8/RLWHAwU5j8c/s1600-h/xmas+party+nqt-+jenny%27s+singing.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fJ2jiuq8kpA/SyXme0iydvI/AAAAAAAAAd8/RLWHAwU5j8c/s320/xmas+party+nqt-+jenny%27s+singing.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5414987544157910770" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Having a splendid time, aren't we?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;So last Saturday was my Cousin Martin's engagement party. I unfortunately was unable to go because my dad dis invited me since had work... His excuse? "It's only a &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;simple &lt;/span&gt;BBQ. Are you crazy, dogging a &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;simple &lt;/span&gt;BBQ for work where you can be earning cold hard cash".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Observe this &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;SIMPLE &lt;/span&gt;BBQ guys.&lt;br /&gt;because a &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;simple &lt;/span&gt;BBQ has:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fJ2jiuq8kpA/SyXiwA5yfJI/AAAAAAAAAcU/GXzpCAqQA70/s1600-h/martins+engaement+-+food.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fJ2jiuq8kpA/SyXiwA5yfJI/AAAAAAAAAcU/GXzpCAqQA70/s320/martins+engaement+-+food.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5414983441486871698" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;a catered 7 course meal , with fancy origami-tissue.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fJ2jiuq8kpA/SyXiMfhbQ-I/AAAAAAAAAb0/ESxC7AT7QXA/s1600-h/martins+engaement+-+gifts.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fJ2jiuq8kpA/SyXiMfhbQ-I/AAAAAAAAAb0/ESxC7AT7QXA/s320/martins+engaement+-+gifts.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5414982831230895074" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;A hired photographer and camera men, with gifts passed along from one side of the family to the other.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fJ2jiuq8kpA/SyXiMtOWXKI/AAAAAAAAAb8/St0Db8ERiKs/s1600-h/martins+engaement+-+cake.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fJ2jiuq8kpA/SyXiMtOWXKI/AAAAAAAAAb8/St0Db8ERiKs/s320/martins+engaement+-+cake.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5414982834908978338" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;An engagement cake.. that looks like a wedding cake instead. Oh and this is my beautiful future Cousin-in-law: Jennifer and my Cousin- Martin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fJ2jiuq8kpA/SyXiv3cvAwI/AAAAAAAAAcM/8rNCxpOkgms/s1600-h/martins+engagement+-+family+photo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fJ2jiuq8kpA/SyXiv3cvAwI/AAAAAAAAAcM/8rNCxpOkgms/s320/martins+engagement+-+family+photo.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5414983438949090050" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And a freaking family picture... I am completely excluded from it. Wow, so this is how it would look like if i suddenly pass away or become disowned. Shit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Oh well, it seems like i wasn't the only one who was fooled to believe that this was a simple BBQ because, the entire side of Martin's family (which is my side), was absolutely under dressed vs Jennifer's side of the family - the ladies were in dresses, men in suits and blazers and the elderly in '&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_27"&gt;Aodai&lt;/span&gt;' - traditional dresses that women would wear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;.. EPIC FAIL ..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_28"&gt;Haha&lt;/span&gt;, shit now &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_29"&gt;im&lt;/span&gt; a bit worried with what I did to an '&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_30"&gt;acquaintance&lt;/span&gt;'... I had to dress him up at one point because he had a Vietnamese engagement party to go to... and I thought engagement party was pretty casual because my initial stereotype of an engagement party would be a westerner type of engagement party- Boys &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_31"&gt;didn&lt;/span&gt;’t need to wear blazers and such… But I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_32"&gt;didn&lt;/span&gt;’t receive any negative feedback from him. So I guess I did alright. Phew. He did look smart-casual. So that’s good enough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess we Chinese just don’t make a big deal to engagement parties compared to what the Vietnamese would. I find this quite interesting because as with how the traditions goes for Chinese and Vietnamese people.. Both our traditions are very similar to another. But i guess, they take engagement parties to a new level.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I expect no less than a helicopter for their wedding. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_33"&gt;Yay&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fJ2jiuq8kpA/SyXa7Qrbx6I/AAAAAAAAAbM/7YKZcYKyVwE/s1600-h/01-12-09_1430.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fJ2jiuq8kpA/SyXa7Qrbx6I/AAAAAAAAAbM/7YKZcYKyVwE/s320/01-12-09_1430.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5414974838607169442" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Speaking of Epic Fail. This is what happened to my flats. I was walking to meet up with Shirley and Song one day and then suddenly my left shoe felt slightly bigger. So initially, I thought this &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_34"&gt;shouldn&lt;/span&gt;’t be a major problem because it was raining the previous night and my shoes were outside so perhaps the dampness expanded my shoes. Then when I walked out of a shop.. My ENTIRE shoe – ALL AT ONCE collapsed. When that happened, I had an instant imagery of how a vehicle with four wheels simultaneously busting away from its frame. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_35"&gt;Haha&lt;/span&gt;. I enjoy my fail moments.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fJ2jiuq8kpA/SyXa7q-4nII/AAAAAAAAAbU/98Zmm-heM9Q/s1600-h/01-12-09_1431.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fJ2jiuq8kpA/SyXa7q-4nII/AAAAAAAAAbU/98Zmm-heM9Q/s320/01-12-09_1431.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5414974845668072578" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I always thought that shoes fall apart gradually... piece by piece&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;So I didn't know how shoes can fall apart at once.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_36"&gt;OMFG&lt;/span&gt;.. THIS BETTER MAKE YOU ALL HAPPY! THIS WAS A TWO HOUR ENTRY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. HAPPY 19TH BIRTHDAY TO:&lt;br /&gt;LAWSON UNG 7/12&lt;br /&gt;JENNY THANG AND SUSAN NGO11/12&lt;br /&gt;JOANNE DU 12/12&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry if i missed out on anyone. xx.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&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/658648659956828396-552353423366092505?l=loveclaraa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://loveclaraa.blogspot.com/feeds/552353423366092505/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=658648659956828396&amp;postID=552353423366092505&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/658648659956828396/posts/default/552353423366092505'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/658648659956828396/posts/default/552353423366092505'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loveclaraa.blogspot.com/2009/12/call-it-ugly.html' title='Call it Ugly'/><author><name>Clara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03134567698415763652</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fJ2jiuq8kpA/Slsr7tEYrLI/AAAAAAAAASU/TEitybDg0UI/S220/slide.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fJ2jiuq8kpA/SyXa7KQmRTI/AAAAAAAAAbE/p1mJ0lOKFEg/s72-c/05122009%28005%29.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-658648659956828396.post-4989492327588574638</id><published>2009-12-08T23:06:00.004+11:00</published><updated>2009-12-08T23:09:28.753+11:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='music'/><title type='text'>Epiphany</title><content type='html'>Listening to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;AJ&lt;/span&gt; Rafael's music and viewing his &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;YouTube&lt;/span&gt; clips makes me feel shit.&lt;br /&gt;This is simply because it shows how less &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;I've&lt;/span&gt; done throughout my 19 years of life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why can't i be talented :(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/658648659956828396-4989492327588574638?l=loveclaraa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://loveclaraa.blogspot.com/feeds/4989492327588574638/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=658648659956828396&amp;postID=4989492327588574638&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/658648659956828396/posts/default/4989492327588574638'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/658648659956828396/posts/default/4989492327588574638'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loveclaraa.blogspot.com/2009/12/epiphany.html' title='Epiphany'/><author><name>Clara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03134567698415763652</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fJ2jiuq8kpA/Slsr7tEYrLI/AAAAAAAAASU/TEitybDg0UI/S220/slide.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-658648659956828396.post-1980837036008045808</id><published>2009-12-07T15:04:00.002+11:00</published><updated>2010-01-15T16:38:21.344+11:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='relationship'/><title type='text'>Almost there</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: right; font-style: italic;"&gt;I will be ready :)&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/658648659956828396-1980837036008045808?l=loveclaraa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://loveclaraa.blogspot.com/feeds/1980837036008045808/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=658648659956828396&amp;postID=1980837036008045808&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/658648659956828396/posts/default/1980837036008045808'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/658648659956828396/posts/default/1980837036008045808'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loveclaraa.blogspot.com/2009/12/almost-there.html' title='Almost there'/><author><name>Clara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03134567698415763652</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fJ2jiuq8kpA/Slsr7tEYrLI/AAAAAAAAASU/TEitybDg0UI/S220/slide.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-658648659956828396.post-4492994424701901676</id><published>2009-11-12T22:33:00.004+11:00</published><updated>2009-11-12T22:45:52.793+11:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='exam'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hiatus'/><title type='text'>Hiatus</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-family:times new roman;" &gt;HIATUS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Sorry guys, never thought that i would resort to this word so soon. But because i want to do really well for my LING 110 finals exam 10 days from now and that i am juggling a life between two jobs, my boyfriend and my close mates. I'm not sure if i could find time to blog.. like proper entries - because they do take some time to compose. I &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;promise &lt;/span&gt;that after 21/11/09 i will post a massive photo post.. which i haven't done so for so long :(. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Though, i will be popping in to answer comments or make twitter-like tweets that are extremly short entries.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Toodles&lt;/span&gt; and take care all :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&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/658648659956828396-4492994424701901676?l=loveclaraa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://loveclaraa.blogspot.com/feeds/4492994424701901676/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=658648659956828396&amp;postID=4492994424701901676&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/658648659956828396/posts/default/4492994424701901676'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/658648659956828396/posts/default/4492994424701901676'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loveclaraa.blogspot.com/2009/11/hiatus.html' title='Hiatus'/><author><name>Clara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03134567698415763652</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fJ2jiuq8kpA/Slsr7tEYrLI/AAAAAAAAASU/TEitybDg0UI/S220/slide.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-658648659956828396.post-6132838138826959586</id><published>2009-11-09T11:28:00.004+11:00</published><updated>2009-11-09T21:55:34.514+11:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rant'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='technology'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='books'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='relationship'/><title type='text'>"Hay Guise"</title><content type='html'>I’ll be waiting and I will be patient. But for the meantime, I just want to let you know that when you extinguish the fire, don’t put it out because of my exams. Don’t try to protect me by dragging things longer, because I will end up having more memories with and of you.. And that will hurt me more. I will cry, I will be cut up and I will be hurt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I will stand up again because as Keri says “Sometimes love comes around and it knocks you down, just get back up, when it knocks you down”… Do you see why I'm always turning up the volume when I’m in your car when this song comes up on the radio, do you see why I am always horribly screaming along with the lyrics, do you see why this is my favourite song since the day I started seeing you?... Not because, it has a good beat to it or that it is by Kanye West or Keri Hilson. But because I was always prepared to get hurt, I was prepared to dig a grave for myself. So why can’t you sacrifice your pride and give me the love that you could have given me…  like how you used to before you got hurt. I’m already in the process of getting hurt. Why can’t you just be brave too?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don’t understand why I can’t say all these things that I am saying to you now. I don’t understand why I can’t refute and make a strong rebuttal around your presence. I don’t understand why I am so weak around you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But wait I do understand now and it’s because I really like you… you Faggot, you dickhead, you Richard Cranium.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I sound so fucking gay at the moment and it’s because I’ve sacrificed my pride.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of my favourite concepts from an online writer’s forum. The site is like a fan fiction and the short-story is called “Private Members”. Yes, I’m reading again!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm back from dodging all those nasty ak47 bullets and shurikens that my assessments had produced. Luckily, I suffered no serious wounds apart from being overwhelmingly stressed out. But the pain is all healed and passed now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;... Anyway, i promised a special someone (my apologies for whom that special someone is. I accidentally forgot that special someone’s name, so in replacement with your special name, this is why I am titling you as the special someone … not that this special someone isn’t special in the first place, it’s just that I am emphasizing how special you are, thus the bold formatting of special in this entry. [Yes, I am using my bf’s sucking up skills that I learnt or maybe I’m just a natural suck up)]. [Wait, I figured. I think this ‘special someone’ was Evan. Okay he is definitely not special].&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;… As per usual, I am completely ranting and became most absolutely distracted. Going back on track, I promised this special someone to give a massive photo post of some sort. But I haven’t had the chance to do so because my new USB went GG… Speaking of GG. Last week was a horrible week for me, not only did I have about 2/3 assessments due, I lost or broke like $280 worth of stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; * My stupid 2 months old iTouch went for a dive in the toilet bowl once again. (FFS)&lt;br /&gt; * Some alien decided to abduct my 1 week old 8GB USB&lt;br /&gt; * And my favourite pair of purple (PURPLE GUYS) BONDS undies went for a little adventure of its own at uni after a swim.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Horrible week it was. My muscles also started to ache like insane resulting to me having to postpone indoor rock-climbing on Friday. I was so anticipated to kicking Minh’s ass, despite him being much fitter and active than I am. Haha. But I do try guys. I do try.  Oh well, there’s still this Friday. Game on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anywho, I’ve got two more assessments left this week. It’s so pointless and evil. I don’t understand why UMACQ have to be an annoying brat and chuck in two media assessment during the last week of uni for the year (YESS! ONE YEAR DOWN). But luckily, they’re easy to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I’ve been hitting the gym and pools. I am determined to revive my once Victoria Secret’s frame that I had before and yes, I am also quite delusional. But the point is, I am planning to abort my 6 months old baby and put it down for good. My stomach is just horrendous. Erghs. Some toning up would be awesome this spring/ summer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In other news, my dad has recently won a Sony BRAVIA 46” Plasma screen. So suck that, especially Annie and Bell who have been dissing my old TV. NEH NEH, we got the TV for free while you stooges had to pay for it. It’s not my fault that my chunky, flat screen, silver, ugly outdated tv is small and that we couldn’t watch the NRL finals around June/July this year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I feel that I have to make a little rant. During my absence of three weeks, I’ve learnt a lot on life and in particular, about relationships. I heard many stories that my friends had told me and also because of the book that I’m currently reading I just want to give my insights and opinions on what particular concept that the book has told.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So the context of the book that I commented above begins with a character confessing her almost expired relationship and that the partner is only extending the relationship’s life and time frame because the individual is about to have an exam. So being the ‘considerate’ partner that he/she is. The partner doesn’t want to fuck up the individual’s marks even more because of the imminent breakup.  Thus, the character also stresses the lack of love that they receive from their partner because the partner had been hurt before.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Firstly, I am utmost compassionate for the protagonist of the book and those people who has to suffer their bf/gf ex’s shit. In other words, I hate it how when you are in a relationship, you would have to suffer the consequences of your partner’s ex.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don’t you just resent it when the ex has caused so much pain to your current boyfriend/girlfriend that it has resulted to you not receiving the best treatment that your partner can give to you? Simply because the ex has hurt him/her so much that your partner is limiting how much love that he/she could express towards you. And the reason for his/her restriction is because they are afraid to get hurt again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is that really fair? What happened to trust? What happened to the simple logic that once you are in a relationship you should be prepared to get hurt. Wouldn’t it better to give it your best shot and make your partner content for as long as you can because isn’t that what a relationship is about? Making each other happy? Isn’t that the ultimate goal in a relationship?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is the point in going in a relationship when you can’t give out all the love/affection?  Yes, I understand that you don’t want to give it your all because you got hurt. But isn’t that plain selfish? The other person in the relationship is doing his/her best by showering you with all her/his ‘love’ that he/she could offer and this is what he/she receives … your ex’s consequences. It already sucks that he/she can’t receive all your love, but dealing with something that your ex has done to you. This just shows, that the ex still has somewhat control of you and you are being constantly being reminded of him/her and now that your girlfriend/boyfriend has to deal with her/his mental presence, the baggage is just too heavy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You’ve basically changed your identity because of him/her. You've changed into something worse and not for the better… 95% of the time the relationship is going to cease unless you plan to wed your current sweetheart. But you rather give it your best shot, bombard her with all your love, attention, care, affection that you can before your relationship ends. Don’t change yourself because of another person.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;RARARA PINS AND NEEDLES! I’ll be back soon :D.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/658648659956828396-6132838138826959586?l=loveclaraa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://loveclaraa.blogspot.com/feeds/6132838138826959586/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=658648659956828396&amp;postID=6132838138826959586&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/658648659956828396/posts/default/6132838138826959586'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/658648659956828396/posts/default/6132838138826959586'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loveclaraa.blogspot.com/2009/11/hay-guise.html' title='&quot;Hay Guise&quot;'/><author><name>Clara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03134567698415763652</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fJ2jiuq8kpA/Slsr7tEYrLI/AAAAAAAAASU/TEitybDg0UI/S220/slide.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-658648659956828396.post-5365866197604289588</id><published>2009-10-14T20:37:00.006+11:00</published><updated>2009-10-14T21:26:19.293+11:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='university'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='assignments'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sick'/><title type='text'>Cherish this entry because it's going to be a long while since i will blog properly with LONG ENTRIES again</title><content type='html'>My brother is annoying me at the moment. He is right up in my face doing the macarena and i swear if he/i move any closer &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;I'm&lt;/span&gt; going to get smack in the face/glasses with his stupid bony hands.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My head is also throbbing. I am in the process of recovering from a fever/flu from last night which &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;cost&lt;/span&gt; me two days of precious &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;assignmenting&lt;/span&gt; time. Luckily, i went to the Doctors today with my Dad+sis because they were sick too, well Dad wasn't really 'sick'. He continues to suffer from his operation's symptoms back in June. My sister, on the other hand has the flu/cold.. which caught onto me, resulting to me hacking a fever/flu/cold last night. Anyway, since i went to the Docs and grabbed a medical certificate, i should be able to get an extension to make up from my sick two days (no, really i am and was sick! I'm not just getting it because i need an extension, haha)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aforementioned, my head is throbbing... and just discovering that i have 6 assignments due in two weeks does not help too! I don't know how this had happened... like i knew i had two major assignments + some small ones lying around.. but i didn't realised they were so closely bunched up together. Then it hit me - i have about one month of uni left! So i guess this all makes sense!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Haha&lt;/span&gt; uni, you tricky tricky bitch! No wonder this semester before the mid-semester break was so &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;bludgy&lt;/span&gt; and easy! Next thing you know, Uni decides to allocate all my assignments straight after the semester break! DAMN YOU!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is going to be hard.. I planned out what i am going to do each day until all my assignments are due in my diary and it took me about 40 minutes! And shit, it's pretty hectic. So how the hell do i keep a balanced social life between my girls, boyfriend, work (which takes about 6 hours of my time after work), training for my new job and general uni work. Uni friends shouldn't be too much of a predicament.. since i will be at uni most of the time now, though the only trouble that i could actually think of is me being stuck at the library.. that's probably the only reason why you guys won't see me.. which is usually the case. Family will not be a big deal either, since i will be at home studying. The only thing that they can do to piss me off would be complaining that i don't do enough chores and that i am only on msn chatting .... which is untrue, because i will also be facebooking. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess i really have to discipline myself and STICK TO MY PLAN! AND EVERYTHING WILL BE BALANCED!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THIS IS A CHALLENGE AND I SHALL SUCCEED! WILL TRY TO AVOID ALL-&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;NIGHTERS&lt;/span&gt; AT ALL COST! THEY HURT ME BAD :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;li&gt;MAS 105 ESSAY&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;ICOM&lt;/span&gt; 100 ESSAY&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;LING 110 PHONETIC TRANSCRIPTION&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;MAS 110 INTERVIEW VIDEO&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;MAS 110 BLOG POST&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;MAS 105 GROUP PRESENTATION&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/658648659956828396-5365866197604289588?l=loveclaraa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://loveclaraa.blogspot.com/feeds/5365866197604289588/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=658648659956828396&amp;postID=5365866197604289588&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/658648659956828396/posts/default/5365866197604289588'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/658648659956828396/posts/default/5365866197604289588'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loveclaraa.blogspot.com/2009/10/cherish-this-entry-because-its-going-to.html' title='Cherish this entry because it&apos;s going to be a long while since i will blog properly with LONG ENTRIES again'/><author><name>Clara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03134567698415763652</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fJ2jiuq8kpA/Slsr7tEYrLI/AAAAAAAAASU/TEitybDg0UI/S220/slide.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-658648659956828396.post-573994151168633674</id><published>2009-10-12T16:51:00.003+11:00</published><updated>2009-10-12T17:13:41.295+11:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rant'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='angry'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='public transport'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cityrail'/><title type='text'>I swear to fucking god... If CityRail was a person, as Wei would say " I WILL SKIN THE CUNT ALIVE".</title><content type='html'>So everyone in Sydney is aware of the new  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;CityRail&lt;/span&gt; timetable change starting from Sunday the 11&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; of October, 2009  right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, this timetable change will affect all bus, ferry and train routes right? And apparently, the bus' timetable has changed so drastically that the bus' timetable is actually influenced by the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;train's&lt;/span&gt; timetable. What this means is that, the bus will suit the trains. So when you get off trains, buses will be made available to you and that you wouldn't need to wait for buses for too long.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well it's good to hear that &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;CityRail&lt;/span&gt; trains  are accommodating our Sydney buses. But how about those people who has to change 3 trains to get to their destination, a.k.a ME. I have to change three freaking times to get to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;UMACQ&lt;/span&gt; from &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Cabra&lt;/span&gt;. Like i guess  i can get off at &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Epping&lt;/span&gt; and bus it Uni . Thus, i will be able to take advantage of this entire bus and train cooperation thing (but that would require more $). But before getting to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Epping&lt;/span&gt;... sprinting from &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;Strathfield&lt;/span&gt; platform 8, to platform 6 is virtually impossible in ONE MINUTE! Yes that's right!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You see, with the old timetable, having 6 minutes to get to one platform to another was satisfactory.. but when there is a train delay, then &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;i'm&lt;/span&gt; owned. But now because of the new train timetable imposed... &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;CityRail&lt;/span&gt; enjoys making my public transport experience a spoiled adventure. Thanks dickheads!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What happened to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;CityRail&lt;/span&gt; integrating the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;Macquarie&lt;/span&gt; line to Granville? Meaning that i will be changing trains ONCE?! Did the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;Macquarie&lt;/span&gt; line  even &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;integrate&lt;/span&gt; their line to the rest of the train's network? &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;Arrgs&lt;/span&gt;..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow's journey at 730.. is going to be hell. This means, i need to revamp my scheme on changing train and knowing all the secrets and passages to mastering punctuality at uni again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;FFSSSS&lt;/span&gt;. 7 months of experience gone :(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/658648659956828396-573994151168633674?l=loveclaraa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://loveclaraa.blogspot.com/feeds/573994151168633674/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=658648659956828396&amp;postID=573994151168633674&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/658648659956828396/posts/default/573994151168633674'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/658648659956828396/posts/default/573994151168633674'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loveclaraa.blogspot.com/2009/10/i-swear-to-fucking-god-if-cityrail-was.html' title='I swear to fucking god... If CityRail was a person, as Wei would say &quot; I WILL SKIN THE CUNT ALIVE&quot;.'/><author><name>Clara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03134567698415763652</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fJ2jiuq8kpA/Slsr7tEYrLI/AAAAAAAAASU/TEitybDg0UI/S220/slide.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-658648659956828396.post-5116428820964057042</id><published>2009-10-11T20:17:00.006+11:00</published><updated>2009-10-12T14:19:00.386+11:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='exam'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='university'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rants'/><title type='text'>I got my E63 back so i decided to put it to use by taking random picts.</title><content type='html'>Hey guys,&lt;br /&gt;I haven't blogged for awhile... It's been about a week aye? Well that's simply because I had been studying for a stupid ling 110 exam. No really, I'm not speaking bullshit. Perhaps I did procrastinate until the last two days of this 30% weighting exam (holy shit aye? like I mean 30% is a big percentage and I had dared to leave it to the last 2 days.. Well guys, you haven't seen what I do to my assignments... I had one incident last &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;sem&lt;/span&gt;, where I had left another 30% essay incomplete until the morning of the deadline . I really need to get out of this bad habit, or somehow I am going to screw up my uni marks) . Anyway, so during the last 2 days of the exam, i studied a total of 26 hrs ( so if i was to divide 26 hrs in a week.. i would of studied about 3.5 hrs per day during that week.. and maybe that would of been a better plan). And during those 26 hrs, i have seen and thought of  many weird things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Check out &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;exhibit&lt;/span&gt; a)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fJ2jiuq8kpA/StGjFLvNj0I/AAAAAAAAAaM/qSvZne6ummM/s1600-h/06102009.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fJ2jiuq8kpA/StGjFLvNj0I/AAAAAAAAAaM/qSvZne6ummM/s320/06102009.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5391269538384678722" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Yes guys, can you believe how immature uni students are? I was sitting in front of that table for about 8 hrs... and thought &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;wtf&lt;/span&gt;. Not only are they &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;vandalising&lt;/span&gt; uni property.. but they had to find a disgusting concept to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;vandalise on&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.. i better hope that is liquid paper. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;A lot&lt;/span&gt; of liquid paper.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Exhibit&lt;/span&gt; B&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fJ2jiuq8kpA/StGjFc9g2cI/AAAAAAAAAaU/v8YXugRwQNg/s1600-h/07102009.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fJ2jiuq8kpA/StGjFc9g2cI/AAAAAAAAAaU/v8YXugRwQNg/s320/07102009.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5391269543008065986" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;A really random thought pop into my mind, after my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;tute&lt;/span&gt; was cancelled on the day of the exam. I was sitting at the lawn near the library and saw our 'mother duck + duckling friends'. So after having 4 hours of sleep the previous night.. I just felt like eating them. Yes, instead of squealing how adorable they were. I ended up &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;texting&lt;/span&gt; my mates saying " I see ducks and ducklings... I feel like cooking it &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;yumm&lt;/span&gt;". I really don't have any love for animals, besdies eating them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Excuse the shit quality of the photos. Blame the stupid 2.0 megapixel camera.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/658648659956828396-5116428820964057042?l=loveclaraa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://loveclaraa.blogspot.com/feeds/5116428820964057042/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=658648659956828396&amp;postID=5116428820964057042&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/658648659956828396/posts/default/5116428820964057042'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/658648659956828396/posts/default/5116428820964057042'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loveclaraa.blogspot.com/2009/10/weird-thoughts.html' title='I got my E63 back so i decided to put it to use by taking random picts.'/><author><name>Clara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03134567698415763652</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fJ2jiuq8kpA/Slsr7tEYrLI/AAAAAAAAASU/TEitybDg0UI/S220/slide.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fJ2jiuq8kpA/StGjFLvNj0I/AAAAAAAAAaM/qSvZne6ummM/s72-c/06102009.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-658648659956828396.post-5024941818075666239</id><published>2009-10-04T22:15:00.003+11:00</published><updated>2009-10-06T11:27:41.334+11:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='surprise'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='angry'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='unlucky'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='upset'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='food'/><title type='text'>Obviously, i refuse to pay.</title><content type='html'>For once I found a topic that BOTH my parents agreed with me. My dad actually laughed and my mum was in such shock that she covered her mouth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You see, after watching the Eels vs. Storms’ grand finals at Mounties and due to the disappointing loss from the Eels (Hayne, You disappointed me! What happened to the bet that I only agreed on – that you would do something miraculous after Moi’s try during the last 7 minutes of the game! That beautiful, bold red shoe is meant to do wonders!) Bell, Jimmy, Wei, Susan and I decided to hunt down for some comfort food.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So after many failed attempts with Bell flipping a coin, we came to a decision to eating at a restaurant that I have grown up with – Dong San @ Cabramatta. It’s usually packed with people, but I think after what I am going to say- the adolescence population going to that restaurant will decline rapidly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I ordered my meal – quail + rice + salad + soup, it was quite huge compared to what the other girls ordered. So I picked up my spoon, shoved some RICE into my mouth, then proceeded to sorting through my meal on what I was going to eat and what I wasn’t going to eat (yes, I’m a picky eater and threw out the tomatoes), and just as I was going to scoop up on some strips of lettuce… &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;THERE LAID A FUCKING FILTHY, PUNY GREEN CATERPILLAR THAT HAD INFITY BLACK LITTLE SHIT LEGS SQURIMING ON MY FOOD.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I immediately spat my food out, pulled my chair back and just felt like I had cardiac arrest. Oh man, I just wished someone recorded the look on my face. I wasn’t so much scared of the caterpillar itself, but I was more frightened with the fact that I could have shoved that ugly creature into my mouth at any moment. And as Jimmy said, that thing could have been stuck in between my braces. Now how chilling and grotesque would that have been.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh man, I’m going to have nightmares tonight. I always have the shittest luck with restaurants.  First it was Cook’s Hills and my food poisoning incident back in year 9. I refrained from eating there for a year and it is now that I slowly recovered by eating there again and even now, I try not to order the steak. I wonder how long would I refuse to eat at Dong San.. and my family loves eating from that place.  Gah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am utmost traumatized, anguished and hurt. My stomach is still upset.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/658648659956828396-5024941818075666239?l=loveclaraa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://loveclaraa.blogspot.com/feeds/5024941818075666239/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=658648659956828396&amp;postID=5024941818075666239&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/658648659956828396/posts/default/5024941818075666239'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/658648659956828396/posts/default/5024941818075666239'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loveclaraa.blogspot.com/2009/10/obviously-i-refuse-to-pay.html' title='Obviously, i refuse to pay.'/><author><name>Clara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03134567698415763652</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fJ2jiuq8kpA/Slsr7tEYrLI/AAAAAAAAASU/TEitybDg0UI/S220/slide.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-658648659956828396.post-8165743148653760744</id><published>2009-10-02T01:11:00.003+10:00</published><updated>2009-10-02T01:13:55.911+10:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='happy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Work'/><title type='text'>Good news</title><content type='html'>OH AND I OFFICIALLY GOT THE JOB AS A SANTA'S HELPER!&lt;br /&gt;since Tuesday.&lt;br /&gt;I haven't worked yet or &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;received&lt;/span&gt; any training. But the manager rung me up and blessed me with these good news.&lt;br /&gt;I've been stalking that job for a year!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And when i say 'Santa's Helper'&lt;br /&gt;i mean a photographer, child's entertainer and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;marketer&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;... to many people's disappointment i won't be an elf or a doe. Sorry guys.&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/658648659956828396-8165743148653760744?l=loveclaraa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://loveclaraa.blogspot.com/feeds/8165743148653760744/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=658648659956828396&amp;postID=8165743148653760744&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/658648659956828396/posts/default/8165743148653760744'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/658648659956828396/posts/default/8165743148653760744'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loveclaraa.blogspot.com/2009/10/good-news.html' title='Good news'/><author><name>Clara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03134567698415763652</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fJ2jiuq8kpA/Slsr7tEYrLI/AAAAAAAAASU/TEitybDg0UI/S220/slide.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-658648659956828396.post-126240644405790818</id><published>2009-10-02T00:22:00.010+10:00</published><updated>2009-10-02T01:07:42.163+10:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rant'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='annoyed'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='news'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='angry'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='upset'/><title type='text'>Winny told me that what we see in our dreams is better than seeing the once in a life time orange duststorm &amp; i believe her to make myself feel better</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Arrgs&lt;/span&gt;, my body aches from beaching with Wei, Jimmy, Bronson and Hairy today at Manly (which i massively failed in getting a tanned like planned today :@ ), and a nice dinner at &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Fuijiya&lt;/span&gt; in the city tonight with my beloved uni mates that i haven't properly seen all at once for weeks! But despite this,   I am still persistent and had gathered enough energy to blog about the dust storm that happened about a week and a half ago - the epic dust &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;storM&lt;/span&gt; that occurred last last Tuesday (22/9/09).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I, the douche bag completely missed out on this once in a lifetime opportunity to watch the entire Sydney become disguised in a brilliant yet lethal orange. So out of all days, i decide to sleep in. Usually on an ordinary Tuesday morning, when I have uni – I am awake by 640am - so it would of been PERFECT &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;DUST STORM&lt;/span&gt; SIGHTING SEASON.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;nooo&lt;/span&gt;, not even after four text messages, I chose not to investigate further on what the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;orangey&lt;/span&gt; tint was, that blanketed the sky. Wei's text actually woke me up and that was around 6&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;ish&lt;/span&gt;… I even made an attempt to look through window to see what that bloody orange was… and once I saw it, I just thought it was an ordinary sunrise – no big fuss. Therefore, i jerked my body and face, over to my lime wall so i could resumed to sleeping, since i thought sleeping was more important than seeing a moment of how Mars would look like on Earth. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;FFS&lt;/span&gt;! I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;DIDN&lt;/span&gt;’T KNOW IT WAS THAT BIG, UNTIL I ACTUALLY GOT UP IN THE MORNING, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;THOROUGHLY&lt;/span&gt; ANALYSED MY TEXT AND THEN FINALLY PROCESSED THAT I COMPLETELY MISSED OUT ON THIS GOD DAMN MOMENT!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well, to remind me of my failure... here are some photos from the dust storm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fJ2jiuq8kpA/SsTAn22HoqI/AAAAAAAAAZ8/oC4C0v_L4gs/s1600-h/chris+button+harbour+bridge-600x400.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fJ2jiuq8kpA/SsTAn22HoqI/AAAAAAAAAZ8/oC4C0v_L4gs/s320/chris+button+harbour+bridge-600x400.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387642845211894434" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The Harbour Bridge this morning&lt;br /&gt;Photo by: &lt;a href="http://www.smh.com.au/photogallery/national/dust-turns-sydney-sky-red/20090923-g0tw.html?selectedImage=38"&gt;Chris Button&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fJ2jiuq8kpA/SsTAnTdgLUI/AAAAAAAAAZ0/fvQYDTjuDpk/s1600-h/before-after-sydney-harbour-600x400.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fJ2jiuq8kpA/SsTAnTdgLUI/AAAAAAAAAZ0/fvQYDTjuDpk/s320/before-after-sydney-harbour-600x400.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387642835713404226" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Previously and now ... how the Sydney Harbour usually looks like (left) and during the dust storm (right)&lt;br /&gt;Photo by&lt;a href="http://www.smh.com.au/photogallery/national/dust-turns-sydney-sky-red/20090923-g0tw.html?selectedImage=38"&gt;: Luke Johnson&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fJ2jiuq8kpA/SsTBJvlzz1I/AAAAAAAAAaE/VgRBpkGaBjI/s1600-h/rae-dust1-600x400.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fJ2jiuq8kpA/SsTBJvlzz1I/AAAAAAAAAaE/VgRBpkGaBjI/s320/rae-dust1-600x400.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387643427379990354" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Dust on car this morning&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Photo by: &lt;a href="http://www.smh.com.au/photogallery/national/dust-turns-sydney-sky-red/20090923-g0tw.html?selectedImage=38"&gt;Peter Rae&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;i've&lt;/span&gt; taken some pictures of my own, from my own experiences of the dust storm but &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;nooo&lt;/span&gt; :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of car, my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;bf's&lt;/span&gt; car apparently beat the dust storm stains. He told me that because he hasn't washed his car for like god knows how long, (he says a year but realistically i guess the last time would of been the previous time it rained ), the new &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;noobie&lt;/span&gt; dust storm stain couldn't handle the aging dirt/stains that is almost ''engraved'' into the exterior of his car... &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;yahuh&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;... This reminds me of the time when i missed out on WORLD YOUTH DAY because i thought &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;WYD&lt;/span&gt; is always held in Sydney every year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay back to sleep.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/658648659956828396-126240644405790818?l=loveclaraa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://loveclaraa.blogspot.com/feeds/126240644405790818/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=658648659956828396&amp;postID=126240644405790818&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/658648659956828396/posts/default/126240644405790818'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/658648659956828396/posts/default/126240644405790818'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loveclaraa.blogspot.com/2009/10/winny-told-me-that-what-we-see-in-our.html' title='Winny told me that what we see in our dreams is better than seeing the once in a life time orange duststorm &amp; i believe her to make myself feel better'/><author><name>Clara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03134567698415763652</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fJ2jiuq8kpA/Slsr7tEYrLI/AAAAAAAAASU/TEitybDg0UI/S220/slide.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fJ2jiuq8kpA/SsTAn22HoqI/AAAAAAAAAZ8/oC4C0v_L4gs/s72-c/chris+button+harbour+bridge-600x400.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-658648659956828396.post-37549311957504093</id><published>2009-09-29T02:12:00.006+10:00</published><updated>2009-09-29T22:55:22.928+10:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Work'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rants'/><title type='text'>Need sleep</title><content type='html'>&lt;h2&gt;&lt;center&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;HAS JUST FINISHED 46 REPORTS WHICH TOOK ME A WHOLE DAY TO DO&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/h2&gt;&lt;i&gt;including for an illegal drive to cumbo campus with Annie, Facebook, hotmail, food, talk time, 'napping' for 2 hours then waking up to a note that told me that Annie went to elope with Andrew while I was in her house... Oh well free house but to my disappointment they were back /sigh &lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So what could have taken me 5 hours to do costed me more than double the time, which would be 12. Oh well old habits don't die&lt;br /&gt;PROCRASTINATION FTW!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/658648659956828396-37549311957504093?l=loveclaraa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://loveclaraa.blogspot.com/feeds/37549311957504093/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=658648659956828396&amp;postID=37549311957504093&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/658648659956828396/posts/default/37549311957504093'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/658648659956828396/posts/default/37549311957504093'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loveclaraa.blogspot.com/2009/09/need-sleep.html' title='Need sleep'/><author><name>Clara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03134567698415763652</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fJ2jiuq8kpA/Slsr7tEYrLI/AAAAAAAAASU/TEitybDg0UI/S220/slide.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-658648659956828396.post-4071977371050139810</id><published>2009-09-24T01:25:00.010+10:00</published><updated>2009-09-27T23:26:04.789+10:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='technology'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='music'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rants'/><title type='text'>I'm back in style</title><content type='html'>Jesus freakin' Christ, sorry for the profanity especially to my fellow Catholic  &amp;amp; Christian readers, but I cannot stress how 'relieved' i am able to blog. Haha, yes I've gotten desperate to share my most recent discoveries and that is how I've kindly stumbled into this brilliant,  most humorous song called ' Gives You Hell' by The American Rejects while playing 'Tap Tap Revenge' on my newly invested G2/3 iPod Touch (I'm not honestly sure what generation this iTouch is, even though, I asked the young man who goes by the name of 'Steve', who bleakly replied with "It's the newest iTouch we've got, it just came in a few days ago", when asked what generation this iTouch was.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He seemed to be more interested in DefQon 1 though, as he overheard Wei and I talk about it. I don't blame him though like i mean there are so many editions of iPods out there, that many ordinary citizens will fail to keep track on the variations. The only expected personnel that i know who would keep  record on all these editions of iPods are people who actually worked for Apple, technology gurus or iPod devotees. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of technology, the iTouch is completely redundant in composing blog entries without having to use the HTML format, nonetheless the virtue keyboard lacks the ability of having an automatic cap locks key. What I mean by that is, if I had to write a text using upper case keys only , I would have to go through the nuisance of having to tap on the upper case icon every time. Well I guess if I want to look at things optimistically, I won't be able to rage blog via my iTouch since impatience and inconvenience will literally smash and crack the LCD screen of this device...not good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, speaking of tech again... I need to get a brand new E63. I'm tempted to get a new phone but I have pride issues with my father. I want to get the black one but I need to hack shit with my bf (in which he doesn't know about)... More info will be given out when the day comes. Hmm, and blogging through the E63 is so much easier compared to the iTouch. It's not because of the QWERTY keyboard but it's how that phone will allow me to blog under the compose section rather to what I am doing now, HTML.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am completed side tracked from the original purpose of today's blog entry which is to advertise a song ... Hmm. Well really, go download it and listen to the lyrics- it's heaps humorous:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;h3&gt;  Truth be told that I miss you&lt;br /&gt;And truth be told that I'm lying&lt;br /&gt;When you see my face, hope it gives you hell, hope it gives you hell &lt;/h3&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I sound pretty diabolical at the moment. Anywho I am off from blogging&lt;br /&gt;on the iTouch requires so much effort and is extremely tiresome. I should stop challenging myself and just use a bloody laptop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;edit: i succumed to using my laptop in the end because when i looked back at what i wrote earlier in this blog entry.. i was completely horrified - horrible grammar and spelling. I was so tempted to just delete this entire entry, but then people will continue nagging me to blog. Oh and it is G3.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/658648659956828396-4071977371050139810?l=loveclaraa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://loveclaraa.blogspot.com/feeds/4071977371050139810/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=658648659956828396&amp;postID=4071977371050139810&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/658648659956828396/posts/default/4071977371050139810'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/658648659956828396/posts/default/4071977371050139810'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loveclaraa.blogspot.com/2009/09/im-back-in-style.html' title='I&apos;m back in style'/><author><name>Clara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03134567698415763652</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fJ2jiuq8kpA/Slsr7tEYrLI/AAAAAAAAASU/TEitybDg0UI/S220/slide.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-658648659956828396.post-8721675141349969421</id><published>2009-09-14T22:31:00.002+10:00</published><updated>2009-09-14T22:33:42.734+10:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rant'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='annoyed'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='angry'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='upset'/><title type='text'>trampled.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;i just have to say that:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;I HATE BEING AND FEELING PASSIVE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IT'S JUST TOO OUT OF CHARACTER OF ME.&lt;br /&gt;Let this be a good lesson learnt&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/658648659956828396-8721675141349969421?l=loveclaraa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://loveclaraa.blogspot.com/feeds/8721675141349969421/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=658648659956828396&amp;postID=8721675141349969421&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/658648659956828396/posts/default/8721675141349969421'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/658648659956828396/posts/default/8721675141349969421'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loveclaraa.blogspot.com/2009/09/trampled.html' title='trampled.'/><author><name>Clara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03134567698415763652</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fJ2jiuq8kpA/Slsr7tEYrLI/AAAAAAAAASU/TEitybDg0UI/S220/slide.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-658648659956828396.post-6953982319472808349</id><published>2009-09-05T17:22:00.006+10:00</published><updated>2009-09-05T17:27:02.814+10:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='happy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random'/><title type='text'>i thought it was 499 until my kids told me it was 599</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I feel absolutely stupid for doing this- corny and tb much?&lt;br /&gt;and i feel like the biggest blabber mouth.&lt;br /&gt;But screw all of you and Minh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;599 (L)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;probably &lt;/span&gt;the only &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;public &lt;/span&gt;place where i will chuck these three digits on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will give a proper blog entry soon.. Once i get my hands on Shirley's photos.&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/658648659956828396-6953982319472808349?l=loveclaraa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://loveclaraa.blogspot.com/feeds/6953982319472808349/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=658648659956828396&amp;postID=6953982319472808349&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/658648659956828396/posts/default/6953982319472808349'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/658648659956828396/posts/default/6953982319472808349'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loveclaraa.blogspot.com/2009/09/i-thought-it-was-499-until-my-kids-told.html' title='i thought it was 499 until my kids told me it was 599'/><author><name>Clara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03134567698415763652</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fJ2jiuq8kpA/Slsr7tEYrLI/AAAAAAAAASU/TEitybDg0UI/S220/slide.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-658648659956828396.post-4543147184847571907</id><published>2009-08-22T17:55:00.004+10:00</published><updated>2009-08-22T17:57:19.150+10:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rants'/><title type='text'>Good thoughts.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold;"&gt;I gotta feeling&lt;br /&gt;That tonight is going to be a good night&lt;br /&gt;That tonight is going to be a good night&lt;br /&gt;That tonight is going to be a good good good night&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- I gotta Feeling, Black Eyed Peas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Think Optimistic and i will attract good chi.&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/658648659956828396-4543147184847571907?l=loveclaraa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://loveclaraa.blogspot.com/feeds/4543147184847571907/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=658648659956828396&amp;postID=4543147184847571907&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/658648659956828396/posts/default/4543147184847571907'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/658648659956828396/posts/default/4543147184847571907'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loveclaraa.blogspot.com/2009/08/good-thoughts.html' title='Good thoughts.'/><author><name>Clara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03134567698415763652</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fJ2jiuq8kpA/Slsr7tEYrLI/AAAAAAAAASU/TEitybDg0UI/S220/slide.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-658648659956828396.post-2346236753260110875</id><published>2009-08-19T00:06:00.007+10:00</published><updated>2009-08-22T17:59:49.809+10:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='birthday'/><title type='text'>Challenging the inevitable</title><content type='html'>Sorry to disappoint you guys - especially Wei, Annie, Bell, Seth and Song who kept on reminding/bagging me out that i will be turning 19 all day, today ... It's 12am, so traditionally everyone will assume that i am a year older... but i am still &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;18 &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;until &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;825 am &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;today. Call me &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;pedantic&lt;/span&gt;, but seriously this is the only time i can contest with age and time. I must preserve my youth before i am one step closer to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;stocking up on some OLAY&lt;/span&gt; products.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Thank you to everyone who made an effort on facebook, in-person, phone calls and text messages to wish me a Happy Birthday. I inititally wanted to list everyone personally.. but i kept on losing all the bits of papers that listed all your names...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;... Screw you Bell and Janna for spamming my inbox with 70 messages... why did i convert to Virgin :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's awesome how i am spending my last hours of being 18 &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;doing&lt;/span&gt; my Ling 110 tutorial bullshit quiz. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;FML&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;UBAR&lt;/span&gt; Tomorrow!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/658648659956828396-2346236753260110875?l=loveclaraa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://loveclaraa.blogspot.com/feeds/2346236753260110875/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=658648659956828396&amp;postID=2346236753260110875&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/658648659956828396/posts/default/2346236753260110875'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/658648659956828396/posts/default/2346236753260110875'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loveclaraa.blogspot.com/2009/08/challenging-inevitable.html' title='Challenging the inevitable'/><author><name>Clara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03134567698415763652</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fJ2jiuq8kpA/Slsr7tEYrLI/AAAAAAAAASU/TEitybDg0UI/S220/slide.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-658648659956828396.post-1484922515270248264</id><published>2009-08-18T22:47:00.002+10:00</published><updated>2009-08-18T22:48:10.613+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Age.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;In an hour and 3 minutes, i will be riping once more.&lt;br /&gt;:( Depression.&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/658648659956828396-1484922515270248264?l=loveclaraa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://loveclaraa.blogspot.com/feeds/1484922515270248264/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=658648659956828396&amp;postID=1484922515270248264&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/658648659956828396/posts/default/1484922515270248264'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/658648659956828396/posts/default/1484922515270248264'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loveclaraa.blogspot.com/2009/08/age.html' title='Age.'/><author><name>Clara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03134567698415763652</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fJ2jiuq8kpA/Slsr7tEYrLI/AAAAAAAAASU/TEitybDg0UI/S220/slide.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-658648659956828396.post-2919398847529678083</id><published>2009-08-16T21:09:00.006+10:00</published><updated>2009-08-16T21:59:17.006+10:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='university'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='birthday'/><title type='text'>A week later.</title><content type='html'>Once again, i failed to study.&lt;br /&gt;It's the third week of uni and i am falling behind in uni already. Especially for Linguistics. Not a happy chap. I'm not really sure how, i spent so many hours studying overtime last week with Song in the library - like actually solitude studying and i still have so many incomplete work. Maybe, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;i'm&lt;/span&gt; just trying too hard and giving in too much effort with one unit, leaving me no time to focus on other subjects :S. Not good. Like i mean, for all i know - all my other peers in my class don't bother taking notes from their readings... some don't bother doing their readings either and here i am, keen to scribble notes into my 250 page lecture book that is allocated to 50 pages per unit, thus i am running out of pages already and that i hardly doubt these notes would be needed for the final exam. /sigh. I guess i just want to feel confident and unfortunately, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;i'm&lt;/span&gt; one of those people who has to write shit down in order to remember things. Why can't i be one of those brilliant minded people who just read things once and remember the facts straight away. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Freakin&lt;/span&gt;' hell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Anywho&lt;/span&gt;, i really enjoy my MAS 110 class - i actually look forward to the lectures and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;tutes&lt;/span&gt; - despite actually rocking up 20-30 &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;mins&lt;/span&gt; late last time. Yes, in reply to my last blog post on how i had to find this unknown  &lt;strike&gt; room&lt;/strike&gt; building.. i ended up being lost and for a period of time challenging a staff member that this was building Y3A when she tried convincing me it wasn't - how arrogant was i ?! &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;LOL&lt;/span&gt;. Obviously, i was wrong because i was in the wrong building in the first place - i completely misread my timetable... . I felt so tourist like!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seriously, the room was like 10 &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;mins&lt;/span&gt; outta the campus but then because &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;i'm&lt;/span&gt; tricky and shit &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;haha&lt;/span&gt;, i figured out that every Tuesday morning, it would be unnecessary for me to spend 10 &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;mins&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;walking&lt;/span&gt; to this blue building because since i am a lazy faggot and choose to spend 70c extra instead of doing exercise at 840am and getting off at &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;Macquarie&lt;/span&gt; Uni, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;i'm&lt;/span&gt; just going to hop on the bus where they will be able to stop a minute away from Y3A. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;Yay&lt;/span&gt;, i can sleep in a little bit longer :D.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So guess what i do in my MAS 110 class? I blog on &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;Blogspot&lt;/span&gt;. That's right, having four years of experience finally came to handy. Unfortunately, what i will be blogging about would be all media related stuff and it's going to sound heaps boring because i need to write "academically" /shrugs.. including referencing. I hate formal writing.. it's so dull and boring! There's no life in that. But we had the opportunity to put some character into our profile and profile picture. We also talk about &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;Youtube&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;Facebook&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;Yay&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;This is my &lt;a href="http://mas110semester22009-lab4.blogspot.com/2009/08/hello-all.html"&gt;MAS 110 blog link&lt;/a&gt; for all those who are interested where i had to introduce myself. It's not very interesting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fJ2jiuq8kpA/Sofx6UvJnqI/AAAAAAAAAZs/yy8tOlZfq4c/s1600-h/uni+photo+mas+110.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fJ2jiuq8kpA/Sofx6UvJnqI/AAAAAAAAAZs/yy8tOlZfq4c/s320/uni+photo+mas+110.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5370527064963784354" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We had to take a picture using Mac and manipulate it via the special effects on &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18"&gt;iphoto&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I need to master Mac too!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19"&gt;Anywho&lt;/span&gt;, things are better with him and I. Everything is sorted out so it's all good. :D. I was pretty much a very angry person on Thursday and Friday morning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh god, it's 940. Better get back start studying. Shit. 720 am wake up tomorrow. I don't remember waking up this early ever since school, wait &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_20"&gt;in fact&lt;/span&gt; i don't even wake up this early back in those school days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the way,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Happy Birthday to&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Jennifer, My darling sister, 9 - 11&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_21"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; August 2009.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_22"&gt;Haha&lt;/span&gt;, she's so funny. That week, she insisted Mum to buy the cake on Saturday, which was four days before her birthday just to guarantee that she will get a cake this year.. and obviously, i didn't allow her to eat/cut the cake four days later it was bought -  a day after buying the cake was already pushing it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_23"&gt;Yinnie&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;, 17 &amp;amp; Seth, 19 on - 12&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_24"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; August 2009.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hope you both had a great one with me :D.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Evan, 19 - 15&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_25"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; August 2009&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You had better liked the Transformers gift and Hooters (&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_26"&gt;Even though&lt;/span&gt; it was a big &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_27"&gt;disappointment&lt;/span&gt;. Hooters is completely overrated). Sorry that i was very quiet and had to go home early to rest instead of spending 'quality' time with you and everyone else... but i bet you were relieved that you didn't need to spend another 3 hours with me anyway- considering you give me so much shit. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_28"&gt;Haha&lt;/span&gt;. Jokes :P.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.. Will be blogging about these events in the near future.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/658648659956828396-2919398847529678083?l=loveclaraa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://loveclaraa.blogspot.com/feeds/2919398847529678083/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=658648659956828396&amp;postID=2919398847529678083&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/658648659956828396/posts/default/2919398847529678083'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/658648659956828396/posts/default/2919398847529678083'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loveclaraa.blogspot.com/2009/08/week-later.html' title='A week later.'/><author><name>Clara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03134567698415763652</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fJ2jiuq8kpA/Slsr7tEYrLI/AAAAAAAAASU/TEitybDg0UI/S220/slide.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fJ2jiuq8kpA/Sofx6UvJnqI/AAAAAAAAAZs/yy8tOlZfq4c/s72-c/uni+photo+mas+110.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-658648659956828396.post-1257657156648969329</id><published>2009-08-14T10:10:00.003+10:00</published><updated>2009-08-16T21:58:52.182+10:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rant'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='upset'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='curiousity'/><title type='text'>Three dots.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Silent treatment..&lt;br /&gt;Is that the worst punishment that you can punish a person that means a whole heap to you?&lt;br /&gt;Would it really be effective?&lt;br /&gt;Would he even realised?&lt;br /&gt;Let's find out...&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/658648659956828396-1257657156648969329?l=loveclaraa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://loveclaraa.blogspot.com/feeds/1257657156648969329/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=658648659956828396&amp;postID=1257657156648969329&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/658648659956828396/posts/default/1257657156648969329'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/658648659956828396/posts/default/1257657156648969329'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loveclaraa.blogspot.com/2009/08/three-dots.html' title='Three dots.'/><author><name>Clara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03134567698415763652</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fJ2jiuq8kpA/Slsr7tEYrLI/AAAAAAAAASU/TEitybDg0UI/S220/slide.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-658648659956828396.post-1236071093645010377</id><published>2009-08-10T22:46:00.004+10:00</published><updated>2009-08-10T22:58:28.423+10:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='university'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='angry'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='public transport'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rants'/><title type='text'>I love facts.</title><content type='html'>I love the fact how i am getting up at 6 20am tomorrow- &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;the best hour&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;I love the fact that i am going to get about 7 hours of sleep tonight.&lt;br /&gt;I love the fact how i am so broke.&lt;br /&gt;I love the fact how i need to sprint for two &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;awesome &lt;/span&gt;trains tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;I love the fact how i have to read another 10&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; most entertaining&lt;/span&gt; pages before my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;tute&lt;/span&gt; starts.&lt;br /&gt;I love the fact how i need to attend my &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;exciting &lt;/span&gt;9am tutorial.&lt;br /&gt;I love the fact how i need to find this &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;lovely &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;tute&lt;/span&gt; room&lt;br /&gt;I love the fact how i need to hike 10 &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;mins&lt;/span&gt; away from the main campus, to find this &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;lovely &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;tute&lt;/span&gt; room.&lt;br /&gt;I love the fact how this room is unknown to me and that it would be an &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;adventure  &lt;/span&gt;searching for it.&lt;br /&gt;I love the fact how i am so &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;sarcastic &lt;/span&gt;with these facts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;... screw you bitch&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/658648659956828396-1236071093645010377?l=loveclaraa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://loveclaraa.blogspot.com/feeds/1236071093645010377/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=658648659956828396&amp;postID=1236071093645010377&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/658648659956828396/posts/default/1236071093645010377'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/658648659956828396/posts/default/1236071093645010377'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loveclaraa.blogspot.com/2009/08/i-love-facts.html' title='I love facts.'/><author><name>Clara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03134567698415763652</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fJ2jiuq8kpA/Slsr7tEYrLI/AAAAAAAAASU/TEitybDg0UI/S220/slide.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-658648659956828396.post-3016286564656487069</id><published>2009-08-07T11:22:00.005+10:00</published><updated>2009-08-07T17:08:22.323+10:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='university'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='decisions'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rants'/><title type='text'>To go or not to go?</title><content type='html'>I'm sitting here contemplating with my hair looking like a nest. I have a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;dilemma&lt;/span&gt; and i am in frustration because i am ambivalent with whether or not i should go to uni for one lecture, one course reader and something that i need to fetch from &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Macquarie&lt;/span&gt; Center.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know are all those tasks worth all my trouble and time. Let's evaluate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;LING 110 will be my second lecture, and considering that i am not going to attend any other Fridays for this piece of shit lecture that only runs for an hour, meaning that i will have to travel 3 hrs - i really should go today, aye?&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt; Do i really need my MAS 110 course-reader this weekend? Am i really going to read it.. If i do,  I will be rocking up to uni on Monday's lecture, having a detailed knowledge on what my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;tute&lt;/span&gt; and lecture is going to be about OR be me last &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;sem&lt;/span&gt;, and just read my notes before my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;tutes&lt;/span&gt; and wait for the surprises that our lectures will give us.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt; I am so broke this week- textbooks, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;VSA&lt;/span&gt; cruise and birthdays but i still need to get that 'thing' from &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Macquarie&lt;/span&gt; Center... Wait wait, hold that thought.. 'need'.. i guess it's more of a 'want' and besides if i really 'need' that item, i can get it from my local &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Westfields&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt; I haven't finished marking for tomorrow's class and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;i'm&lt;/span&gt; going out tonight.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt; Rush home to get ready for tonight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've looked at my timetable and thought since i start uni at 9.. but &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;i'm&lt;/span&gt; just going to be there at 10, i wouldn't be able to figure out where my hidden lecture room is. But because i know where it is.. I'm just not going to go to uni today and leave my hair looking like a nest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I love my MAS 105 lecture's jokes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;"If any of you decide to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;plagiarise&lt;/span&gt;... I swear you would not orgasm again. EVER".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and it seems that i am an &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;SIBT&lt;/span&gt;, international student to my MAS 105 peers. You see, i had to introduce myself to the class by telling a lie and truth about myself and because at the time i couldn't think of anything interesting about myself.. I just decided to tell two lies and secretly just allocate one of my lies as the truth. So my two lies were:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;li&gt;I have three dogs (my truth)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I have been studying  in Australia for three years now (my lie)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;And because i suck at introducing myself to a bunch of 15 &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;extremely&lt;/span&gt; attentive students, who perhaps at least 3 out of 15 of them value first impressions more than their life and since lying isn't my cup of tea.. I self-destructed my self image by stuttering, mixing up my words and it took me 30 secs to get my sentence right (which didn't even make sense in the end), so now I'd ended up being clearly known as a bloody international student.. (someone who i avoid to be, because i am not!). I even agreed to it when one of my students inquired if he got the lie right or not... &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;even though&lt;/span&gt; that wasn't the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;initial&lt;/span&gt; plan... Stupid nerves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Awesome work Clara, you're an international student!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;Even though&lt;/span&gt;, you were &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;bred&lt;/span&gt; in Sydney and have an Australian accent (or at least don't have any &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;Asian&lt;/span&gt; accent tone)&lt;br /&gt;I guess being a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18"&gt;CHS&lt;/span&gt; student really left it's consequences on me.&lt;br /&gt;Stupid Asians :@.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Oh and i just needa rock up to uni two days!!&lt;br /&gt;(theoritcally four, but i can ilectire)&lt;br /&gt;And i dropped STAT170 spontaenously.&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/658648659956828396-3016286564656487069?l=loveclaraa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://loveclaraa.blogspot.com/feeds/3016286564656487069/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=658648659956828396&amp;postID=3016286564656487069&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/658648659956828396/posts/default/3016286564656487069'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/658648659956828396/posts/default/3016286564656487069'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loveclaraa.blogspot.com/2009/08/im-sitting-here-contemplating-with-my.html' title='To go or not to go?'/><author><name>Clara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03134567698415763652</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fJ2jiuq8kpA/Slsr7tEYrLI/AAAAAAAAASU/TEitybDg0UI/S220/slide.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-658648659956828396.post-7704320463738665163</id><published>2009-08-04T11:45:00.003+10:00</published><updated>2009-08-04T11:57:14.426+10:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='university'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='birthday'/><title type='text'>Uni begins - woooooo</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Uni starts in less than 4.5 hours.&lt;br /&gt;Though, i'm planning to go two hours before my first lecture of this sem - OH YEAH MAS 105, so i can catch up with my uni buddies and have a few drinks at the UBAR and rock up all happy, giddly and all pumped. Hopefully alcohol will make me seem heaps interested in the lecture too, especially if the lecture turns out to be boring.. which is most likley the case. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Happy 22nd to Andrew &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;and like 5- to Dad&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have a good one, you two.. and i'll see you soon.&lt;br /&gt;Especially, the latter person.. i have no choice.&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/658648659956828396-7704320463738665163?l=loveclaraa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://loveclaraa.blogspot.com/feeds/7704320463738665163/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=658648659956828396&amp;postID=7704320463738665163&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/658648659956828396/posts/default/7704320463738665163'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/658648659956828396/posts/default/7704320463738665163'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loveclaraa.blogspot.com/2009/08/uni-begins-woooooo.html' title='Uni begins - woooooo'/><author><name>Clara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03134567698415763652</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fJ2jiuq8kpA/Slsr7tEYrLI/AAAAAAAAASU/TEitybDg0UI/S220/slide.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-658648659956828396.post-3137864364708465984</id><published>2009-08-02T22:59:00.005+10:00</published><updated>2009-08-03T00:21:02.657+10:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='university'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='birthday'/><title type='text'>Still on holidays, while everyone starts uni :D</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: arial; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Thanks to Jeff.&lt;br /&gt;I am able to start uni on Tuesday while everyone else in UMACQ starts tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;WOOO.&lt;br /&gt;Let's hope he doesn't let me down.&lt;br /&gt;Oh no, one day of bludge left :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and Happy 19th to David Kim a.k.a Remy.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp;&lt;br /&gt;20th Sin ly&lt;br /&gt;Have a blast guys, and i'll see you all very soon.&lt;br /&gt;Much love!&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/658648659956828396-3137864364708465984?l=loveclaraa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://loveclaraa.blogspot.com/feeds/3137864364708465984/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=658648659956828396&amp;postID=3137864364708465984&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/658648659956828396/posts/default/3137864364708465984'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/658648659956828396/posts/default/3137864364708465984'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loveclaraa.blogspot.com/2009/08/still-on-holidays-while-everyone-starts.html' title='Still on holidays, while everyone starts uni :D'/><author><name>Clara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03134567698415763652</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fJ2jiuq8kpA/Slsr7tEYrLI/AAAAAAAAASU/TEitybDg0UI/S220/slide.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-658648659956828396.post-4760257091946639885</id><published>2009-07-31T13:08:00.016+10:00</published><updated>2009-08-07T12:00:01.043+10:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='outing'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='birthday'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='review'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='movie'/><title type='text'>Calling all Cancers.</title><content type='html'>As July is coming to an end .. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;yes, one more month of this gay &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;motherfreakin&lt;/span&gt;' season called winter. I'm so sick of having to suffocate myself under my blanket or hogging around the heater until my skin begins to peel off, &lt;/span&gt;many birthday celebrations had gone off during this month.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Maria's 19th&lt;/span&gt; birthday party was on the 17&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt;. We celebrated at &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Sicilians&lt;/span&gt; along with a bunch of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;seftoners&lt;/span&gt;, her primary school mates and her &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;ICMS&lt;/span&gt; buddies&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fJ2jiuq8kpA/SnJ4Ove-FhI/AAAAAAAAAYc/H_T9BJsZAEA/s1600-h/coldd.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fJ2jiuq8kpA/SnJ4Ove-FhI/AAAAAAAAAYc/H_T9BJsZAEA/s320/coldd.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5364482300811548178" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;@ Maria's. It was freezing outside around 12-2am.  A strange hermit like creature with claws had just been discovered.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fJ2jiuq8kpA/SnJ4OZ1aq9I/AAAAAAAAAYU/5-1cMUlqSck/s1600-h/bell.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fJ2jiuq8kpA/SnJ4OZ1aq9I/AAAAAAAAAYU/5-1cMUlqSck/s320/bell.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5364482295000116178" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The beautiful Bell and I&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fJ2jiuq8kpA/SnJ4OE9bAdI/AAAAAAAAAYM/NJ4dTymJ81U/s1600-h/marias.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fJ2jiuq8kpA/SnJ4OE9bAdI/AAAAAAAAAYM/NJ4dTymJ81U/s320/marias.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5364482289396548050" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The friendly &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;ICMS&lt;/span&gt; people and I&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My cousin, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Winny's 22&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;nd&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; and Jenny's 18&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; was sweet. It was a nice get together with all my other cousins after 7 months. I also got to meet my other second cousins after 10 years since the last time &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;i've&lt;/span&gt; associated with them which apparently was at some Uncle's wedding reception... i  actually don't remember meeting them before. We celebrated Winny's 22&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;nd&lt;/span&gt; at &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;Rhode's&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;Tomodachi&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stayed at my cousin's house for two nights. It was pleasant. But we failed to bake an apple pie from scratch! and by 'fail' we mean didn't attempt, not 'fail' as in blew up the kitchen and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;flame-threw&lt;/span&gt; the house.  :( And i was so pump up for it. Next time aye, guys?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fJ2jiuq8kpA/SnJ8OF-zGqI/AAAAAAAAAY8/8y-bkKlmBqc/s1600-h/the-hangover.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 207px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fJ2jiuq8kpA/SnJ8OF-zGqI/AAAAAAAAAY8/8y-bkKlmBqc/s320/the-hangover.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5364486687717268130" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Watched 'The Hangover'. It was definitely better than what the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;advertisements&lt;/span&gt; described the movie to be, but i wouldn't say it was an &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;extremely&lt;/span&gt; wow movie. I'll award it 6.5/10. Don't get me wrong, it's funny but i don't know.. there's something about it that i don't like. It's probably because when my cousins and i first started to watch the movie, we were all playing &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;mah&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;jong&lt;/span&gt; simultaneously and when we finally focused on the film,  the film was up to its middle part. So when we decided to completely concentrate on the movie by re-&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;starting&lt;/span&gt; the whole film from the beginning and since we already seen parts of the movies and we knew what was going to happen, that may have been the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18"&gt;catalyse&lt;/span&gt; that caused my not-so-enjoyable-experience on the film. I think i need to watch the movie again in 3 months time or something and re-&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19"&gt;evaluate&lt;/span&gt; then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fJ2jiuq8kpA/SnJ8NwXvHeI/AAAAAAAAAY0/DXEjs__-Hwk/s1600-h/dollhouse+series.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 218px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fJ2jiuq8kpA/SnJ8NwXvHeI/AAAAAAAAAY0/DXEjs__-Hwk/s320/dollhouse+series.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5364486681916284386" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Winny also introduced me to 'Dollhouse', it's an American series where it talks about a female protagonist who has multiple &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_20"&gt;personas&lt;/span&gt; installed into her brain (that's right installed). Her &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_21"&gt;original&lt;/span&gt; personality had been formatted for 5 years as she is running away from something. I can't put my hand on what the exact genre of this series is but it's a combination between sci-&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_22"&gt;fi&lt;/span&gt;, drama and mystery. It reminds me of House because it's so different and eccentric.  But yeah, if anyone is looking for a series that is 'challenging', then give Dollhouse a go. This series really tickles your brain, it's quite unpredictable and it's &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_23"&gt;certainly&lt;/span&gt; something refreshing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_24"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Suraj's&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; 18th&lt;/span&gt; birthday finally arrived. Seriously, i am so glad that he reached adulthood. I am so sick of him not being able to go to clubs or sip alcoholic &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_25"&gt;beverages&lt;/span&gt; without the fear of one of us 'responsible adults' hacking a $200 fine. So a bunch of us UMACQ crew and a few others celebrated this rite of passage at the city eating Hot Pepper, drinking at &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_27"&gt;Pavillion&lt;/span&gt; and the rest of em either &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_28"&gt;splitted&lt;/span&gt; to Havana or K.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fJ2jiuq8kpA/SnKBkRQvQ-I/AAAAAAAAAZE/MOyCFfHb1cI/s1600-h/suraj.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fJ2jiuq8kpA/SnKBkRQvQ-I/AAAAAAAAAZE/MOyCFfHb1cI/s320/suraj.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5364492566260564962" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Damn right, Finally 18! &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_29"&gt;Partyyy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Anna's 17&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_30"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;birthday party consisted with &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_31"&gt;alot&lt;/span&gt; of people doing this&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fJ2jiuq8kpA/SnKCnxKCK0I/AAAAAAAAAZM/h-Yxqt8NBTw/s1600-h/fui+passed+out.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fJ2jiuq8kpA/SnKCnxKCK0I/AAAAAAAAAZM/h-Yxqt8NBTw/s320/fui+passed+out.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5364493725873613634" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_32"&gt;Fui&lt;/span&gt; completely passed out on the toilet. Who here can read Chinese? What does it say? Don't look at me, i am completely illiterate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fJ2jiuq8kpA/SnKCoL6O-3I/AAAAAAAAAZU/HB6vXr96y0c/s1600-h/phillip+vomit.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fJ2jiuq8kpA/SnKCoL6O-3I/AAAAAAAAAZU/HB6vXr96y0c/s320/phillip+vomit.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5364493733055101810" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;.. And i guess Phillip spoiled himself too. Poor thing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But during our sober moments there were&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fJ2jiuq8kpA/SnKEqKoR4mI/AAAAAAAAAZk/tyq7MT6eB50/s1600-h/deoun.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fJ2jiuq8kpA/SnKEqKoR4mI/AAAAAAAAAZk/tyq7MT6eB50/s320/deoun.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5364495966094352994" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Fui, Dueon and I&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fJ2jiuq8kpA/SnKEp_rIqTI/AAAAAAAAAZc/MkSt7v0kXug/s1600-h/anna+me+and+deoun.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fJ2jiuq8kpA/SnKEp_rIqTI/AAAAAAAAAZc/MkSt7v0kXug/s320/anna+me+and+deoun.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5364495963153541426" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Deoun,  I and the gorgeous birthday girl, Anna.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;happy smiling people... okay &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_33"&gt;Doeun&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_34"&gt;Fui&lt;/span&gt; not so sober. More sober and non-sober photos will be posted up once i get &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_35"&gt;ahold&lt;/span&gt; of them. E.g. Sin Ly trying to be an angel and fly and by flying and being an angel, he means jumping off or sliding off the staircase with angel wings on. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_36"&gt;Haha&lt;/span&gt; . &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Happy 17th  Birthday to Jessica on the 22&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_38"&gt;nd&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;[/EDIT: LOLLL SORRY JESS, I MEAN 21ST. TYPO!]&lt;/span&gt;. I'm still so sorry that i couldn't make it to your party. My little girl is one step closer to not being that little girl from &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_39"&gt;Longfield&lt;/span&gt; St anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and Happy Birthday again to all those July babies. I'm sure i wished you all a  wonderful Birthday on &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_40"&gt;Facebook&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/658648659956828396-4760257091946639885?l=loveclaraa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://loveclaraa.blogspot.com/feeds/4760257091946639885/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=658648659956828396&amp;postID=4760257091946639885&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/658648659956828396/posts/default/4760257091946639885'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/658648659956828396/posts/default/4760257091946639885'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loveclaraa.blogspot.com/2009/07/calling-all-cancers.html' title='Calling all Cancers.'/><author><name>Clara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03134567698415763652</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fJ2jiuq8kpA/Slsr7tEYrLI/AAAAAAAAASU/TEitybDg0UI/S220/slide.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fJ2jiuq8kpA/SnJ4Ove-FhI/AAAAAAAAAYc/H_T9BJsZAEA/s72-c/coldd.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-658648659956828396.post-7706473851830073223</id><published>2009-07-30T14:06:00.015+10:00</published><updated>2009-08-03T00:28:32.120+10:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blue mountains'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='caves'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='university'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='road trip'/><title type='text'>It took 40 minutes of preparation time to get this entry running, thanks to Bell's brother's laggy laptop.</title><content type='html'>I took huge effort in making this entry possible.&lt;br /&gt;I'm currently at Bell's house as supposedly her home is my new uni. I've told my rents that i begin uni this week while really thanks to my parent's illiterate skills in English -they would not have a clue when uni really starts for me.&lt;br /&gt;Yes, you heard me right.&lt;br /&gt;While all other metropolitan universities such as &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;USYD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;UTS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;UWS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;UNSW&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; has started either last week or this week... &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;UMACQ&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; doesn't begin until next week.  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Haha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;! One more week of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;bludge&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So why can't i simply tell my rents that i start uni next week?&lt;br /&gt;Well it's all started when &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;i'd&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; told my parents that i was going to Uni on Tuesday this week (i was actually committed to drag myself to North &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;Ryde&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; and buy my books early and appeal so like i can be a heaps awesome &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;committed&lt;/span&gt; student this &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;sem&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;) - and knowing them they would automatically assume that my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;sem&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;ester starts on Tuesday. But because i am not a big fan on explaining things to my parents because they will go on and on and on... &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;i'll&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; just stick to this mini-white lie. No harm done right?&lt;br /&gt;Oh and i didn't end up going to uni this Tuesday because James dogged me and i just couldn't be bothered going there myself (So much for &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;commitment&lt;/span&gt; and getting High Distinctions). However, i didn't completely twist the facts and become the biggest and fattest liar.. I did rock up to Uni - just not mine. I went to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;USY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;Cumberland&lt;/span&gt; campus to accompany Annie and experience her life as a 1st year Radiation Therapist student and let me tell you ... Human Biology, Diseases and Psychology rocks! //sarcasm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So i was browsing through some entries, posted on this blog that i have written during this holiday and i discovered that i haven't been recording or posting any photos from my many adventures that i went through during my 6 weeks of break. Well in reference to my last entry, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;i've&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;vaguely mentioned that i had a close encounter with the grim reaper.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A week ago from today on the 23rd of July , my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;Road Trip&lt;/span&gt; buddies from High School - Annie, Bell, Evan, Susan, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;Fui&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; and Janna headed off to the Blue Mountains + &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;Jenolan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; Caves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At first it was all smile faces, as &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_20"&gt;demonstrated&lt;/span&gt; from these photos:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fJ2jiuq8kpA/SnFMaf9IY-I/AAAAAAAAAVs/C9nmK_YV_IA/s1600-h/groupp.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fJ2jiuq8kpA/SnFMaf9IY-I/AAAAAAAAAVs/C9nmK_YV_IA/s320/groupp.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5364152649313182690" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fJ2jiuq8kpA/SnFMZ3g-eeI/AAAAAAAAAVc/s4x-pVrpP6w/s1600-h/four+girls.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fJ2jiuq8kpA/SnFMZ3g-eeI/AAAAAAAAAVc/s4x-pVrpP6w/s320/four+girls.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5364152638457674210" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fJ2jiuq8kpA/SnFNYhvyxiI/AAAAAAAAAWE/N18ryT0L8qA/s1600-h/clara+is+a+boy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fJ2jiuq8kpA/SnFNYhvyxiI/AAAAAAAAAWE/N18ryT0L8qA/s320/clara+is+a+boy.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5364153714946000418" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;They attempted to add a penis on me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fJ2jiuq8kpA/SnFNZRc8IKI/AAAAAAAAAWU/65OEYgtUcl4/s1600-h/i+love+bell.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fJ2jiuq8kpA/SnFNZRc8IKI/AAAAAAAAAWU/65OEYgtUcl4/s320/i+love+bell.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5364153727751823522" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bell posing for a holiday ad  - "Echo Point is ever so relaxing".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fJ2jiuq8kpA/SnFMbMCJqvI/AAAAAAAAAV8/Tgx_oVlJRdU/s1600-h/jannas+fat+ass.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fJ2jiuq8kpA/SnFMbMCJqvI/AAAAAAAAAV8/Tgx_oVlJRdU/s320/jannas+fat+ass.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5364152661145398002" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you think Janna can be a Victoria Secret candidate?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fJ2jiuq8kpA/SnFNY4QBLbI/AAAAAAAAAWM/IJRVpQpD_qU/s1600-h/groupp+again.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fJ2jiuq8kpA/SnFNY4QBLbI/AAAAAAAAAWM/IJRVpQpD_qU/s320/groupp+again.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5364153720986742194" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fJ2jiuq8kpA/SnFNZ9WRCgI/AAAAAAAAAWk/Qfg0c9XP-Cc/s1600-h/lovely+janna.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fJ2jiuq8kpA/SnFNZ9WRCgI/AAAAAAAAAWk/Qfg0c9XP-Cc/s320/lovely+janna.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5364153739534993922" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Too Happy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fJ2jiuq8kpA/SnFNZvXEQSI/AAAAAAAAAWc/jlho5DzDF08/s1600-h/bell.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fJ2jiuq8kpA/SnFNZvXEQSI/AAAAAAAAAWc/jlho5DzDF08/s320/bell.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5364153735780253986" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_21"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;Wayy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; to Happy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fJ2jiuq8kpA/SnFNpVmcEeI/AAAAAAAAAWs/Dq345Vomgcw/s1600-h/moutains.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fJ2jiuq8kpA/SnFNpVmcEeI/AAAAAAAAAWs/Dq345Vomgcw/s320/moutains.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5364154003743314402" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_22"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18"&gt;Naws&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fJ2jiuq8kpA/SnFOHGwvd0I/AAAAAAAAAXE/-7KDnEseSvw/s320/wtf.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5364154515156072258" border="0" /&gt;Okay now honestly, what do you think this looks like?&lt;br /&gt;Option A) Dirt&lt;br /&gt;Option B) Boils&lt;br /&gt;Option C) Balls&lt;br /&gt;Option D) Other&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fJ2jiuq8kpA/SnFOGnRnnXI/AAAAAAAAAW8/k1nEXrIFh2Y/s1600-h/lights.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fJ2jiuq8kpA/SnFOGnRnnXI/AAAAAAAAAW8/k1nEXrIFh2Y/s320/lights.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5364154506704035186" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fJ2jiuq8kpA/SnFOGuMKuzI/AAAAAAAAAW0/m6hOtC6Z45Y/s1600-h/dragon.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fJ2jiuq8kpA/SnFOGuMKuzI/AAAAAAAAAW0/m6hOtC6Z45Y/s320/dragon.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5364154508560218930" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Looks like a dragon aye?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fJ2jiuq8kpA/SnFOHZePOeI/AAAAAAAAAXM/JU8LkqKedWI/s1600-h/three+sis.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fJ2jiuq8kpA/SnFOHZePOeI/AAAAAAAAAXM/JU8LkqKedWI/s320/three+sis.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5364154520178735586" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_23"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19"&gt;Fui&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; told me a legend and i was really fascinated over. Apparently, you see that puny rock on the right, near the last Three Sisters and the massive rock that is completely isolated in the background?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well apparently, the massive rock raped one of the three sisters and gave birth to the puny rock... Stupidly enough, i actually believed that legend&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Until we discovered the real legend behind the Three Sisters that Bell initially told us (I believed her but &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_24"&gt;no-one&lt;/span&gt; did), which is even printed on this poster.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fJ2jiuq8kpA/SnFOHuPTXHI/AAAAAAAAAXU/kSnqxMD1dPM/s1600-h/legend.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fJ2jiuq8kpA/SnFOHuPTXHI/AAAAAAAAAXU/kSnqxMD1dPM/s320/legend.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5364154525753236594" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;So now that we have a written document published on a poster to the wider public that basically outlined Bell's story.. Even today, the rest of my group is still in denial and chooses not to believe the legend. Gay people! They're so ignorant!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then we were seriously close to doing this&lt;br /&gt;&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://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fJ2jiuq8kpA/SnFPT8bn0vI/AAAAAAAAAXc/_26eSn-h_Is/s1600-h/fall.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fJ2jiuq8kpA/SnFPT8bn0vI/AAAAAAAAAXc/_26eSn-h_Is/s320/fall.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5364155835233063666" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;... Falling&lt;br /&gt;...off the cliff&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because  David sped at 68 km/hr up hill that was completely narrow and steep on wet, slippery road.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Which resulted to his car &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_25"&gt;becoming&lt;/span&gt; like this :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fJ2jiuq8kpA/SnFP9DJyjKI/AAAAAAAAAX0/76beBMCsxXg/s1600-h/ouch.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fJ2jiuq8kpA/SnFP9DJyjKI/AAAAAAAAAX0/76beBMCsxXg/s320/ouch.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5364156541411953826" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fJ2jiuq8kpA/SnFP8-HYz6I/AAAAAAAAAXs/uTooJvWxNos/s1600-h/car+gonee+again.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fJ2jiuq8kpA/SnFP8-HYz6I/AAAAAAAAAXs/uTooJvWxNos/s320/car+gonee+again.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5364156540059701154" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fJ2jiuq8kpA/SnFP8vu9FvI/AAAAAAAAAXk/ySQ_LoaRzHg/s1600-h/car+gonee.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fJ2jiuq8kpA/SnFP8vu9FvI/AAAAAAAAAXk/ySQ_LoaRzHg/s320/car+gonee.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5364156536199124722" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fJ2jiuq8kpA/SnFP9fEbkEI/AAAAAAAAAX8/QlyQXNKD75A/s1600-h/shit+photographer.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fJ2jiuq8kpA/SnFP9fEbkEI/AAAAAAAAAX8/QlyQXNKD75A/s320/shit+photographer.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5364156548905668674" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;David's a shit photographer, so blame him for the crap quality.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Have a piece of Asian &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_26"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_20"&gt;Fui&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; before i go&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fJ2jiuq8kpA/SnFSNddQUHI/AAAAAAAAAYE/JZiFmvZ87ew/s1600-h/asain+fui.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fJ2jiuq8kpA/SnFSNddQUHI/AAAAAAAAAYE/JZiFmvZ87ew/s320/asain+fui.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5364159022374080626" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Oh and excuse the bad fashion sense. The mountains and the caves felt like &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_27"&gt;Antarctica&lt;/span&gt; and i basically slapped on anything i had in my bag. True Asian there :D&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/658648659956828396-7706473851830073223?l=loveclaraa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://loveclaraa.blogspot.com/feeds/7706473851830073223/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=658648659956828396&amp;postID=7706473851830073223&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/658648659956828396/posts/default/7706473851830073223'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/658648659956828396/posts/default/7706473851830073223'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loveclaraa.blogspot.com/2009/07/it-took-40-minutes-of-preparation-time.html' title='It took 40 minutes of preparation time to get this entry running, thanks to Bell&apos;s brother&apos;s laggy laptop.'/><author><name>Clara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03134567698415763652</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fJ2jiuq8kpA/Slsr7tEYrLI/AAAAAAAAASU/TEitybDg0UI/S220/slide.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fJ2jiuq8kpA/SnFMaf9IY-I/AAAAAAAAAVs/C9nmK_YV_IA/s72-c/groupp.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-658648659956828396.post-452599415894808625</id><published>2009-07-27T00:15:00.006+10:00</published><updated>2009-07-27T12:47:35.340+10:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='boys'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='annoyed'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rants'/><title type='text'>Why so serious?</title><content type='html'>So am i right or what?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At the beginning of this year, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;i've&lt;/span&gt; been leisurely observing a few 22 year old males.&lt;br /&gt;So after evaluating the data that i have collected from this primary research, I've came to the conclusion and theory that when males reached the ripe age of 22, they immediately transform into a celery, where their sense of humour will completely vanish and they would automatically become mature. It's like they had never undergone puberty where young boys can be &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;legitimately&lt;/span&gt; silly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No seriously, this is a serious matter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know how they say females will mature more quickly than males. Well the boys will definitely win the race when they smack bang 22.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not sure why but at 22 boys will think about their future. To be more specific, their career, their wife and children. I have an 18.5 year old friend who was interested in this 22 year old male. He told her that he is completely interested in her, but cannot date her because there will be no future and it wouldn't be serious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Does three and a half years sound really bad? What happened to those high school days where seniors are dating juniors like.. a 17 year old dating a 14.5 year old.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Doesn't it seem more 'wrong' for a 14.5 year old to be dating a 17 year old compared to a 18.5 year old dating a 22 year old? I thought when you grow older; the age gap wouldn't seem too much of a bigger deal. Like i mean you see Tom Cruise marrying Katie Holmes and that's like what? 15 years difference (personally, i wouldn't look at a guy who is 15 years older than me... 5 years is the most I'll go, if anyone is curious). But yeah the point is that, when a boy hits 22 they think more long term and it becomes too serious so it's wow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Humour is another component that 22 year old boys will lose.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For some odd reason, their humor begins to disappear. They will not know the contrast between what a joke is and what is serious. They are blinded by the borderline between what's real and what's not and somehow just fused these two elements together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes us 18 year old girls like to give false misleading information on each other. Yes i admit, sometimes they can be a bit &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;un&lt;/span&gt;-lady like and extreme. But because it is so extreme, that it is OBVIOUS that it is unbelievable and definitely not true.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A good laugh is the best medicine they say :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hence, it also comes down to how well a person knows you. If you present yourself as a decent person in reality but somehow a friend mucks around and define you as a person who has aids or herpes in the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;cyberworld&lt;/span&gt;. But your other mates have absolute confidence that you will never become the person that your initial mate described you to be, then what's the fuss about? The &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;internet&lt;/span&gt; doesn't represent reality. If a friend knows you well enough, then there should be no harm intended for both parties and everyone would know that these eccentric comments are for just for laughs purposes. There shouldn't be a need to arm your soldiers with tanks and bazookas because the situation has suddenly turned so serious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know that this entry doesn't make sense. But i just found this topic very interesting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;P.S. i had a close death &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;encounter&lt;/span&gt; last Thursday!&lt;br /&gt;Will blog about that soon.&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/658648659956828396-452599415894808625?l=loveclaraa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://loveclaraa.blogspot.com/feeds/452599415894808625/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=658648659956828396&amp;postID=452599415894808625&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/658648659956828396/posts/default/452599415894808625'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/658648659956828396/posts/default/452599415894808625'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loveclaraa.blogspot.com/2009/07/why-so-serious.html' title='Why so serious?'/><author><name>Clara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03134567698415763652</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fJ2jiuq8kpA/Slsr7tEYrLI/AAAAAAAAASU/TEitybDg0UI/S220/slide.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-658648659956828396.post-2757608184860047075</id><published>2009-07-18T01:06:00.003+10:00</published><updated>2009-07-18T01:08:29.528+10:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rant'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='happy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random'/><title type='text'>Everything is almost :)... Almost</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 204, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;Everything is almost :)... Almost&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;definitely&lt;/span&gt; needs elaboration&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/658648659956828396-2757608184860047075?l=loveclaraa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://loveclaraa.blogspot.com/feeds/2757608184860047075/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=658648659956828396&amp;postID=2757608184860047075&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/658648659956828396/posts/default/2757608184860047075'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/658648659956828396/posts/default/2757608184860047075'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loveclaraa.blogspot.com/2009/07/everything-is-almost-almost.html' title='Everything is almost :)... Almost'/><author><name>Clara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03134567698415763652</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fJ2jiuq8kpA/Slsr7tEYrLI/AAAAAAAAASU/TEitybDg0UI/S220/slide.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-658648659956828396.post-500147107829567094</id><published>2009-07-16T11:21:00.010+10:00</published><updated>2009-07-17T01:57:07.156+10:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bell'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sport'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dedication'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='harry potter'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='review'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rants'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='movie'/><title type='text'>a 7/10 for HPATHBP</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fJ2jiuq8kpA/Sl82LXarTRI/AAAAAAAAAVU/8e1uXSah8EE/s1600-h/poster+half+blood+prince.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 208px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fJ2jiuq8kpA/Sl82LXarTRI/AAAAAAAAAVU/8e1uXSah8EE/s320/poster+half+blood+prince.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359061650486545682" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let me dedicate this entry to my Miss Belinda &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Heng&lt;/span&gt;. Yes Bell, you Harry Potter Freak. I've written up a Harry Potter review out of free will that you can completely opposed to me later on as i will be 'criticising' your favourite film. Hey, as much as you want me to Bell. (Though, i do accept&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm up and ready to blog about &lt;strike&gt; 'Hairy Pothead and the Death Hallows',&lt;/strike&gt;  or should i be corrected and say 'Harry Potter and the Half Blood Prince' (&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;HPATHBP&lt;/span&gt;).After last night's blog entry, i don't think i would like end up in the guillotine, captured and cursed by Harry Potter followers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's good that i don't read the HP series, so i can't really predict what will happen in the next few sequels, so &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;HPATHBP&lt;/span&gt; really surprised me - the ending especially. Instead of conforming to the traditional event where Potter saves the day with his prevailing, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;extremley&lt;/span&gt; advanced magic skills that are beyond his level (c`&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;mon&lt;/span&gt; you got to admit, he uses spells that are like &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Dumbledore's&lt;/span&gt; rank) and ends up all bloody and having such a limited life line left with either Hermione and Ron joining the adventure. However, in this film &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;SORRY, SPOILER ALERT:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;Dumbledore&lt;/span&gt; dies and there wasn't much striking special effects with magic pixies shimmering, sparkling, shining around the scene. Thus, for once Potter doesn't end up heaps bloody and being presented as overly-dramatic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I definitely like this series the best. Even though, at times i found the storyboard to be quite jagged and they kind of rushed through some scenes that should of been emphasised on - e.g. the story of that box thing that &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;Malfoy&lt;/span&gt; had to find so he could completely fulfil his dreams in being the 'chosen one'. Basically, I just didn't like how the director/producer just made &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;Malfoy&lt;/span&gt; explain the process to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;Dumbledore&lt;/span&gt; on how he figured where the box thing was hidden at, through &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;dialogue&lt;/span&gt;. The director could of used the advantages and purpose of  visual technologies to actually show that part of the plot more. One thing i learnt when telling a story last year in my 4u &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;Eng&lt;/span&gt; class was to show the story, not freaking just tell it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Although, i felt the climax (yes Janna, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;i'm&lt;/span&gt; using the term climax), wasn't at its ultimate peak in this series compared to the other 5 movies (perhaps it's because they limited the special effects this time or that they had &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;omitted&lt;/span&gt; the part where Potter would be awfully heroic and become &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;extremely&lt;/span&gt; gory and will be bleeding to death), ironically i found it better this way. Maybe, it's because the film actually focused more on the plot and the simplistic themes in the film.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Protagonists/Antagonists&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Daniel Radcliffe as Harry Potter&lt;/span&gt;- i don't really have a comment, besides that his acting has grown compared to four years ago. I remembered there was this one scene in Chamber of Secrets where Potter was just whimpering in the snow.. It was horrible fake crying that i wanted to puke on, but &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;incomparasion&lt;/span&gt; to his goofiness and being overly dramatic almost comedy like because he was just completely confident, was just plain hilarious and it did good to the movie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Rupert &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18"&gt;Grint&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; as Ron &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19"&gt;Weasley&lt;/span&gt;- His body just wowed me. He has certainly grown much bigger and bulkier-  Welldone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Emma Watson as &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_20"&gt;Hermoine&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; Granger&lt;/span&gt; - That girl just makes me envy her oh so much. She has truly blossomed (that sounded so corny). I can honestly say that i am satisfied and couldn't agree more that she is the right candidate and new face of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_21"&gt;Burberry&lt;/span&gt;. This girl will do so well in the modelling industry and i will admire her as she will become a fashion icon. Has anyone seen her shoots? They're gorgeous!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fJ2jiuq8kpA/Sl6SlYfs1GI/AAAAAAAAAVE/m4HsNX0Hi68/s1600-h/emma-watson-burberry-ads-03.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 247px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fJ2jiuq8kpA/Sl6SlYfs1GI/AAAAAAAAAVE/m4HsNX0Hi68/s320/emma-watson-burberry-ads-03.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358881777545696354" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fJ2jiuq8kpA/Sl6Sk0cBRbI/AAAAAAAAAU8/zAF17jUr9z8/s1600-h/emma-watson-burberry-ads-02.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 216px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fJ2jiuq8kpA/Sl6Sk0cBRbI/AAAAAAAAAU8/zAF17jUr9z8/s320/emma-watson-burberry-ads-02.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358881767866582450" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fJ2jiuq8kpA/Sl6Sj8X8UPI/AAAAAAAAAU0/6ptQTF2HNdQ/s1600-h/emma-watson-burberry-ads-01.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 247px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fJ2jiuq8kpA/Sl6Sj8X8UPI/AAAAAAAAAU0/6ptQTF2HNdQ/s320/emma-watson-burberry-ads-01.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358881752817094898" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Bonnie Wright as Ginny &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_22"&gt;Weasley&lt;/span&gt; - I am really disappointed with the casting department that chose Wright to be Ginny. Her acting didn't correspond to my standards. I felt like she was instructed on how to act and was just simply following the directions of the director. It's like Wright didn't involved whatever her style of acting was. I dunno, her acting skills wasn't special and it just didn't seem natural.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Tom &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_23"&gt;Felton&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; as Draco &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_24"&gt;Malfoy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;-&lt;/span&gt;  I was searching for his off-screen name on &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_25"&gt;IMDB&lt;/span&gt; and his profile/display picture was when he was acting in Harry Potter and the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_26"&gt;Philosopher's&lt;/span&gt; Stone. Now compare then to now. His bone structure is now more contoured, his facial features are more distinct and he really is an evil antagonist. How he presents his facial expressions of pure hatred towards Harry Potter or how confused he was when he was pressured to slay &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_27"&gt;Dumbledore&lt;/span&gt; is remarkable.  Did anyone witness the curves on his lips or the glares that he shot at Potter or how he really quivered shamefully when he was about to eliminate &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_28"&gt;Dumbledore&lt;/span&gt;. Yes, that's what i call acting. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_29"&gt;Felton&lt;/span&gt; really did submerge himself into the persona of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_30"&gt;Malfoy&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fJ2jiuq8kpA/Sl6TivV2yVI/AAAAAAAAAVM/F33J6zPQTJA/s1600-h/harryypotter.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 280px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fJ2jiuq8kpA/Sl6TivV2yVI/AAAAAAAAAVM/F33J6zPQTJA/s320/harryypotter.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358882831650441554" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Wright, Radcliffe, Watson, Grint, Felton.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh man, I pay salute to the guy who lifted up his lighter when &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_31"&gt;Dumbledore&lt;/span&gt; died and every wizard and witch had their wand out. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_32"&gt;Haha&lt;/span&gt;, Good going!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, while watching the Harry Potter. I was also simultaneously receiving news from my football buddy Jack. I was so goddamn happy when he &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_33"&gt;texted&lt;/span&gt; me the results : 28-16. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_34"&gt;NSW&lt;/span&gt; FINALLY WON! but i wasn't there to watch it :(. Unfortunately, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_35"&gt;Hayne&lt;/span&gt; did score but stupid footballers had to start a fight, so his try was pointless. Damn. I saw the fight on &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_36"&gt;youtube&lt;/span&gt; last night though.. it was pretty funny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_37"&gt;Anywho&lt;/span&gt;, going for another movie marathon at Annie's with Bell again in half an hour. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_38"&gt;Toodles&lt;/span&gt; all.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/658648659956828396-500147107829567094?l=loveclaraa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://loveclaraa.blogspot.com/feeds/500147107829567094/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=658648659956828396&amp;postID=500147107829567094&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/658648659956828396/posts/default/500147107829567094'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/658648659956828396/posts/default/500147107829567094'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loveclaraa.blogspot.com/2009/07/710-for-hpathbp.html' title='a 7/10 for HPATHBP'/><author><name>Clara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03134567698415763652</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fJ2jiuq8kpA/Slsr7tEYrLI/AAAAAAAAASU/TEitybDg0UI/S220/slide.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fJ2jiuq8kpA/Sl82LXarTRI/AAAAAAAAAVU/8e1uXSah8EE/s72-c/poster+half+blood+prince.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-658648659956828396.post-3943585359274953255</id><published>2009-07-15T16:20:00.020+10:00</published><updated>2009-07-17T00:32:28.102+10:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='review'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rants'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='movie'/><title type='text'>Reviewathon.</title><content type='html'>I realised that i haven't been on the topic of movies lately and i have seen quite a few, recently too. So i guess, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;i'll&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; just take some time out from being bored and just do mini reviews of them, aye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fJ2jiuq8kpA/Sl2MZGk8qLI/AAAAAAAAAS8/fsb6hHZLs7w/s1600-h/shes-the-man-dvd-poster.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 235px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fJ2jiuq8kpA/Sl2MZGk8qLI/AAAAAAAAAS8/fsb6hHZLs7w/s320/shes-the-man-dvd-poster.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358593494530959538" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are so many film critics that review movies as being 'fun', but has anyone really watched a movie, that they can genuinely point their finger to and accuse it as being 'fun'?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fortunately i can. 'She's the Man' starring Amanda &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Bynes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, was really considered a fun movie for me. Even though, i might be a little bit too aged to watch the film since i assume that the movie is intended for young teenage girls ranging from 12-16 year old.... &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Haha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, but boredom had the best out of me and since I had always been intrigued by 'She's the Man' when it was first released in the cinemas and also because Bell had kindly lend it to me straight afterwards after purchasing it from &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;JB&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; two weeks ago, i might as well put the movie to good use. Besides, it's not my fault that i want to become more exposed to movies of different types of genres, intended for different audiences. It's good to watch a diverse range of movies, it shows what a world we live in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;High School Musical 3, here i come next.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Anywho&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, getting side tracked here, 'She's the Man' took me on a roller coaster. It was actually pretty funny on how Viola (&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Byne's&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; character) mocked and completely exaggerated the male species and i don't think ever, when viewing the movie i questioned when this film was going to end. So i was deeply interested and entertained by the film. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;i'll&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; give it an 8.5/10. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;Nevertheless&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, Girls there are some hot boys in the movie too to drool over.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Introducing &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Channing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; Tatum&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fJ2jiuq8kpA/Sl2OJ4MKWFI/AAAAAAAAATk/WEMvTnFR-pg/s1600-h/channing+tantum.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 206px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fJ2jiuq8kpA/Sl2OJ4MKWFI/AAAAAAAAATk/WEMvTnFR-pg/s320/channing+tantum.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358595431994120274" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fJ2jiuq8kpA/Sl2OJlj4v6I/AAAAAAAAATc/Hilwlll0vhE/s1600-h/1+channing+tantum.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 207px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fJ2jiuq8kpA/Sl2OJlj4v6I/AAAAAAAAATc/Hilwlll0vhE/s320/1+channing+tantum.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358595426993356706" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and Robert Hoffman&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fJ2jiuq8kpA/Sl2OKFetyrI/AAAAAAAAATs/Bz4E6LOKV80/s1600-h/robert+hoffman.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 206px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fJ2jiuq8kpA/Sl2OKFetyrI/AAAAAAAAATs/Bz4E6LOKV80/s320/robert+hoffman.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358595435561601714" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I plan to re-watch the movie tonight. That's how much i love this film.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fJ2jiuq8kpA/Sl2MZcNtzHI/AAAAAAAAATE/PSsB5AjqMvU/s1600-h/transformers-revenge-of-the-fallen.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 206px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fJ2jiuq8kpA/Sl2MZcNtzHI/AAAAAAAAATE/PSsB5AjqMvU/s320/transformers-revenge-of-the-fallen.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358593500339096690" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I also saw &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;Transformers&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; two- 'Revenge of the Fallen', a few weeks back at &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;Livo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; cinemas. It wasn't as good as i expected and i understand why it didn't get good reviews.  Personally, the movie was too long (3 hours) and it really confused me and it's audience because there were too many plots happening &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;simultaneously&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. Although, the sequel had more dialogue and the script was quite quirky and humorous. It just wasn't enough to win me like how &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;Transformers&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; one did. I definitely need to re-watch the movie. I also would of liked the original &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;autobots&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; to play a bigger role in the film, especially &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;BumbleBee&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but for all those Megan Fox fan, she was presented as perfection&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fJ2jiuq8kpA/Sl2OrMlmgSI/AAAAAAAAAT8/4Hv47293yU4/s1600-h/megan-fox-transformers2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 205px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fJ2jiuq8kpA/Sl2OrMlmgSI/AAAAAAAAAT8/4Hv47293yU4/s320/megan-fox-transformers2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358596004405215522" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; and i could imagine how many guys &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;jizzing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; in their pants when she was first shown in her denim short &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;shortscasually&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; lying on the motorbike. In the first movie, i was overwhelmed with jealousy because of her body, but in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;TT&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;2... it's her face and her body. It's hard being a girl :(.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Introducing Megan for in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19"&gt;T&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;1&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fJ2jiuq8kpA/Sl2OldKqQiI/AAAAAAAAAT0/pqW1IkNOEP8/s1600-h/megan-fox-transformers.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://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fJ2jiuq8kpA/Sl2QiZos7cI/AAAAAAAAAUk/41wrutJP5QQ/s1600-h/megan-fox-transformers.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 305px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fJ2jiuq8kpA/Sl2QiZos7cI/AAAAAAAAAUk/41wrutJP5QQ/s320/megan-fox-transformers.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358598052312313282" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;vs. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_20"&gt;T&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;2.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fJ2jiuq8kpA/Sl2Qi-dpAtI/AAAAAAAAAUs/9FLpYqfhgUM/s1600-h/transformers_2_megan_fox.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fJ2jiuq8kpA/Sl2Qi-dpAtI/AAAAAAAAAUs/9FLpYqfhgUM/s320/transformers_2_megan_fox.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358598062198031058" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I'll say 6/10 for &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_20"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_21"&gt;Transformers&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; Two, but i must recommend everyone to watch the film in the cinemas even though this is an average rating. It's not the same watching it at home, especially if you don't have a huge-ass plasma screen or 8 speaker surround system. Nonetheless, i don't think anyone can find a DVD-rip torrent download of T2 at the moment. So it's not going to be crystal clear. So what's the point in watching an action packed movie at home with shit effects?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fJ2jiuq8kpA/Sl2MaKxMfEI/AAAAAAAAATU/chbr1_qQ_Fs/s1600-h/i_love_you_man.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 216px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fJ2jiuq8kpA/Sl2MaKxMfEI/AAAAAAAAATU/chbr1_qQ_Fs/s320/i_love_you_man.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358593512835939394" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I Love you, Man, again, this movie is something i saw  several weeks back ago, so i don't remember what my primary opinions on this movie were. Though, i know I wasn't really fond of it and it was quite dragging. There were only a few funny moments and i just dunno.. i found it quite bland.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I understand that this is a bloke's film and maybe that's a reason why i wasn't too 'in love' with it, but compare this to Role Models.  I can be guilt free and give this a 5/10. Though, i have to applaud this film because it outlined some universal concepts on friendship and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_21"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_22"&gt;relationships&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fJ2jiuq8kpA/Sl2PpFvTQcI/AAAAAAAAAUc/oPK6MypnO6c/s1600-h/BluesBrothersPoster.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 259px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fJ2jiuq8kpA/Sl2PpFvTQcI/AAAAAAAAAUc/oPK6MypnO6c/s320/BluesBrothersPoster.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358597067718738370" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I finally bought 'Blue Brothers' and for those who knows me, i LOVE that movie. Towards the end of last year, i had missed my chance to buy it and i would not download it because i felt the need to actually possess a genuine copy. Yes, i BUY my favourite DVDs - the REAL version.. not pirated. Blues Brothers is an 80s movie and it brings back what the great music of the time were, thus it focuses on all types of genres, so it's not exclusively all about Blues music, despite the title. The film is &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_22"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_23"&gt;incorporated&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; with wonderful humour and some awesome reckless crashing and driving scenes that has made it to 20 to 1 on television. 10/10 for that one for sure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was pretty annoyed that i didn't get to purchase the back to back Blue Brothers One and 2000  (two) version. But i guess my version of BB had some pretty awesome special features and i guess that's what i originally wanted - I was seeking the whole package of Blues Brother one, hit me with all the behind the scenes , the making of the movie, the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_23"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_24"&gt;inspirations&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, the dramas and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_24"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_25"&gt;controversies&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; that this movie had created. I wanted all the gossip!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, i just need to search for the BB2000 separately now. If anyone can keep a look out for that film for me, please feel free to gimme a buzz and where it is at. I don't trust EBAY or Amazon. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_25"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_26"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;LOL&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well anyway, speaking of Movies. I'm going to watch Harry Potter- Death of the Hallows with Bell, Annie and Janna tonight. I'm not a Harry Potter fan but i don't mind their movies. Let's see how the 6&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_26"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_27"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; part of the series goes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and while &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_27"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_28"&gt;i'm&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; on the topic on movies, let me share a funny experience. There was this one time when &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_28"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_29"&gt;Minh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; and I wanted to go into drive in cinemas... Complete fail. It was past 9, so it was illegal at &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_29"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_30"&gt;Blacktown&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; to actually view a movie then. The smart ass decides to rebel and drive in via the exit. Plans almost succeeded but we didn't know how to work the sound box. Some lady comes in pounding onto the window, he thought it was a tap and that she would be our saviour, but instead she literally told us to piss off. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_30"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_31"&gt;Haha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, i love you &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_31"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_32"&gt;Blacktown&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; Drive In Cinemas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Damn, and i haven't see the Notebook yet. What is wrong with me, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_32"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_33"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_21"&gt;i've&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; got three weeks to do it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;/edit: I just got back from the cinemas and i just realised how &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_22"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;fucking stupid i am &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_23"&gt;LOL&lt;/span&gt;. It's actually Harry Potter and the Half Blooded Prince, not the Death Hallow. Oh well, at least i am not going to die from being knocked out with &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_24"&gt;rock melons&lt;/span&gt; and tomatoes thrown into my skull.... and  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_25"&gt;why's&lt;/span&gt; that? &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_26"&gt;aforementioned&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_27"&gt;i'm&lt;/span&gt; not a holy shit Harry Potter Fan... but i guess, Harry Potter devotees will attempt to assassinate me because i  have committed such a sinful crime :(.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/658648659956828396-3943585359274953255?l=loveclaraa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://loveclaraa.blogspot.com/feeds/3943585359274953255/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=658648659956828396&amp;postID=3943585359274953255&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/658648659956828396/posts/default/3943585359274953255'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/658648659956828396/posts/default/3943585359274953255'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loveclaraa.blogspot.com/2009/07/i-realised-that-i-havent-been-on-topic.html' title='Reviewathon.'/><author><name>Clara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03134567698415763652</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fJ2jiuq8kpA/Slsr7tEYrLI/AAAAAAAAASU/TEitybDg0UI/S220/slide.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fJ2jiuq8kpA/Sl2MZGk8qLI/AAAAAAAAAS8/fsb6hHZLs7w/s72-c/shes-the-man-dvd-poster.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-658648659956828396.post-8347487548176532239</id><published>2009-07-14T22:59:00.006+10:00</published><updated>2009-07-15T00:15:19.648+10:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='annoyed'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='university'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='angry'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='speech pathology'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='marks'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='upset'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='media'/><title type='text'>It must be fate.</title><content type='html'>Hey, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;i'm&lt;/span&gt; doing a pretty good job with the consistent entries for this month aye :).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well anyway, i &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;received&lt;/span&gt; my final exam's results.&lt;br /&gt;I'm satisfied that i passed my first &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;sem&lt;/span&gt; of uni.&lt;br /&gt;But &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;i'm&lt;/span&gt; pretty darn upset since i failed to achieve my goal in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;transferring&lt;/span&gt; to speech pathology this semester.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was one mark off from a credit... yes that's right ONE MARK, and now i have to spend like one whole year, instead of 6 months to catch up if i end up doing speech pathology next year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I never knew uni was so gay and that numbers really don't matter because to them,  A PASS IS A PASS. I.e. a Pass is 51-64. So if you get 64, then that's still considered a pass, not a high pass but just a pass. So it's no different to 51. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Infact&lt;/span&gt;, a pass is no different to a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;conceited&lt;/span&gt; pass. So &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;even though&lt;/span&gt; i got 64.. just one bloody mark off a credit... My time had been &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;gladfully&lt;/span&gt; wasted. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;FML&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not only this, i never knew how GPA calculator works. Like wouldn't it be logical that all calculators should be calculating numbers.. not freaking letters (F, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;CP&lt;/span&gt;, P, CR, H, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;HD&lt;/span&gt;). That's right. So if i needed a GPA of 2.5  , i would need two credits and two passes. And here i thought initially that if i needed a GPA of 2.5, then i would just need to achieve mid passes of 58 and higher. Not freaking direct grades and letters.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;Gahh&lt;/span&gt;. Oh well, if i am really desperate i might rock up to uni and see someone or go on the uni site on the FAQ section and see what they can do. But if not...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fJ2jiuq8kpA/SlyOFGXrfuI/AAAAAAAAAS0/AVaC0l05uu8/s1600-h/media+kyle+and+jackie+o.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fJ2jiuq8kpA/SlyOFGXrfuI/AAAAAAAAAS0/AVaC0l05uu8/s320/media+kyle+and+jackie+o.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358313874924469986" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Source: &lt;a href="http://twitpic.com/9fu0c"&gt;Twitpic&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;doing something like this for the rest of my life is pretty good. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;Haha&lt;/span&gt;, yes Kyle from Kyle and Jackie O - 2dayFM, you're my inspiration. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;LOL&lt;/span&gt;. They look so carefree and homelike. No stress~.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Though i can also take up electives relating to speech so time won't go wasted. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;Hmm&lt;/span&gt;, not sure. So many options.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;... i have a feeling that i missed out on that one mark because of my attendance. I've been away for that class three times, and your marks start to become affected if you don't attend your tutorials twice, without a medical certificate provided. But, it's not my fault that for that unit, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;ICOM&lt;/span&gt; 101 is heaps early... 11am on a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;Friday&lt;/span&gt; and i tend to miss my train. You know, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18"&gt;cityrail&lt;/span&gt; and me was never meant to be :(. Oh i love you &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19"&gt;cityrail&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/658648659956828396-8347487548176532239?l=loveclaraa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://loveclaraa.blogspot.com/feeds/8347487548176532239/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=658648659956828396&amp;postID=8347487548176532239&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/658648659956828396/posts/default/8347487548176532239'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/658648659956828396/posts/default/8347487548176532239'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loveclaraa.blogspot.com/2009/07/it-must-be-fate.html' title='It must be fate.'/><author><name>Clara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03134567698415763652</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fJ2jiuq8kpA/Slsr7tEYrLI/AAAAAAAAASU/TEitybDg0UI/S220/slide.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fJ2jiuq8kpA/SlyOFGXrfuI/AAAAAAAAAS0/AVaC0l05uu8/s72-c/media+kyle+and+jackie+o.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-658648659956828396.post-5580969017500086935</id><published>2009-07-13T19:23:00.003+10:00</published><updated>2009-07-13T22:38:48.653+10:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='annoyed'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rants'/><title type='text'>Right Normal. Right Here.</title><content type='html'>Rents has been giving me the shit lately, especially last night - when Dad has returned to being.. well Dad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As probably most of my close friends have heard, my Dad had been in the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;hoint&lt;/span&gt; (get it? hospital + joint = &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;hoint&lt;/span&gt;. I call it the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;hoint&lt;/span&gt; because being restrained in the hospital is no different than being in prison. Like i mean, you are restricted to so many things and you remain in the room for so many hours being bored &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;shitless&lt;/span&gt; and what's the only thing that keeps you going and your hopes alive? Seeing your love ones visit you. Oh and the food is real shit too. Does everyone see the comparison now?) for three weeks and he has returned back at home since a week ago. During his stay in hospital, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;i've&lt;/span&gt; been going out pretty often and returning home late. But that's pretty typical of me, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;i've&lt;/span&gt; been doing this since Steven and Wei's time during my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;HSC&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Anywho&lt;/span&gt;, Mum is being pretty crazy over it therefore she would bitch to my dad about my 'notorious' actions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;Surprisingly&lt;/span&gt;, he was cool with it...  Like two consecutive weeks with not eating dinner at home and rocking home late was actually okay to him. Mum on the other hand, chucked a bomb in my head. Come to think of it, that was pretty weird, since Mum is usually cool with the idea of me coming home late but dad having the opposing thought of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, so i guess things had turned inside out when dad was in the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;hoint&lt;/span&gt;. However, back to the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;inital&lt;/span&gt; point, Yesterday, when i came home at 12 (which is pretty early, might i add) he threatened me to.. well he just threatened me. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;LOL&lt;/span&gt;, if i returned home late again. Good luck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yep, that's so him. Him and his bizarre words, that he never tends to stick to.&lt;br /&gt;Guess Dad is normal again.&lt;br /&gt;Ah damn. I don't like it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm really not happy with the fact that he can suddenly control me after being away for a majority sector of my life. No, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;i'm&lt;/span&gt; not saying that staying three weeks in the hospital is being away heaps.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hardly got to see my father when i was younger. When i got back from school, he was sleeping so he can undertake his night shifts. Therefore, i hardly had the chance to actually spend time with him. So in a week, i believed &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;i'd&lt;/span&gt; only saw him in a total of 6 hours.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So now that he's taking a break and being at home more. He is suddenly possessing me like i am a 15 year old. I guess i understand his lag. But he's gotta understand how freedom is really significant to me, especially how uni is just three weeks away and i will be spending god knows how many hours at home and not socialising (or trying not too).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm a person who likes to make the most out of my days and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;appreciating&lt;/span&gt; it. Therefore, since &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;i'm&lt;/span&gt; on holidays, i really detest the idea of me being at home and just staring at the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;laptop's&lt;/span&gt; monitor. My glasses' &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;prescription&lt;/span&gt; will become much worse than it already is, and it's currently real bad, like 40 year old woman bad... or so my optometrist says. Thus, in order to fulfil my goals with &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18"&gt;appreciating&lt;/span&gt; my days more.. i just need to be out longer. So i can embrace the good things the world outside home. It's not like &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19"&gt;i'm&lt;/span&gt; never at home. I've been at home, helping around the house. It's just when i come back home late, i just need them to understand not to rage it at me. It's not like &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_20"&gt;i'm&lt;/span&gt; going to be out and then suddenly never returning home. I'm not 5.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gar, i bet this entry makes me sound like a self-centered, teenage bitch who doesn't respect my rents. But really i do.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/658648659956828396-5580969017500086935?l=loveclaraa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://loveclaraa.blogspot.com/feeds/5580969017500086935/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=658648659956828396&amp;postID=5580969017500086935&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/658648659956828396/posts/default/5580969017500086935'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/658648659956828396/posts/default/5580969017500086935'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loveclaraa.blogspot.com/2009/07/right-normal-right-here.html' title='Right Normal. Right Here.'/><author><name>Clara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03134567698415763652</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fJ2jiuq8kpA/Slsr7tEYrLI/AAAAAAAAASU/TEitybDg0UI/S220/slide.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-658648659956828396.post-2104340228292907397</id><published>2009-07-12T00:06:00.004+10:00</published><updated>2009-07-27T01:14:31.252+10:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='boys'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rants'/><title type='text'>Wasted?</title><content type='html'>I don't remember who I was exactly talking to ( I think it was Bell), but it was on the train or something and one thing that crossed our mind was the topic of being in a long term relationship, say for several years and unfortunately putting a finale to it. This person had used the term ‘wasted’, as in “This person would have wasted (insert how many years) dating this person”. And since, I am a pretty critical person who has developed this unhealthy habit of analyzing each word a person makes. I did not like it when this person said ‘wasted’, in that particular context. The connotation of that term was just too harsh for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even though one has broken up with their partner of god knows how long, would one really consider the journey as wasted? What do you guys say?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I certainly wouldn’t.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’m quite positive that when any famous scholars, monks or anyone who possesses great status in inspiring people decides to make any comments on what the joy of the journey would be, they will somehow refer and relate to the concept of the journey not being the ending product, the closing curtains of a show or the final cherry that is popped onto the cup cake. But rather it will be the experiences, adventures and the mistakes that have happened during the process.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;" Success is a journey, not a destination. The doing is often more important than the outcome"&lt;br /&gt;~Arthur Ashe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.finestquotes.com/author_quotes-author-Arthur%20Ashe-page-0.htm"&gt;Finest Quotes&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In other words, even though you know that a relationship will end in disaster and that you are digging a hole for yourself. Take a chance, appreciate what you’ve got, man up and face the hurt. Because in the end, the things you learn from it would be more valuable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;" That which does not kill you, makes you stronger "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But then again, Aman made a really good point - Know the difference between being used and going in for the experience.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/658648659956828396-2104340228292907397?l=loveclaraa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://loveclaraa.blogspot.com/feeds/2104340228292907397/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=658648659956828396&amp;postID=2104340228292907397&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/658648659956828396/posts/default/2104340228292907397'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/658648659956828396/posts/default/2104340228292907397'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loveclaraa.blogspot.com/2009/07/wasted.html' title='Wasted?'/><author><name>Clara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03134567698415763652</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fJ2jiuq8kpA/Slsr7tEYrLI/AAAAAAAAASU/TEitybDg0UI/S220/slide.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-658648659956828396.post-4546022703488259149</id><published>2009-07-10T18:01:00.004+10:00</published><updated>2009-07-13T01:17:30.860+10:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dedication'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='wei'/><title type='text'>I'll make you cry and make the angel sing bitch</title><content type='html'>I know by the end of this blog entry, i am going to feel like i have written a love letter to Wei...&lt;br /&gt;But let me re-assure my readers that i am completely hetrosexual, unlike Annie who has an undying love and obssessive crush on me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOL SUCKER. I'M DONE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If i actually did attempt to make a meaningful dedication note to Wei,  It would be a wrong decision  because i bet on my life that her head will explode and that Dr Phil would have diagnoised her with the most extreme case of&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; vain&lt;/span&gt;ism, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;self-centered&lt;/span&gt;ness and &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;dominant&lt;/span&gt;ation.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/658648659956828396-4546022703488259149?l=loveclaraa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://loveclaraa.blogspot.com/feeds/4546022703488259149/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=658648659956828396&amp;postID=4546022703488259149&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/658648659956828396/posts/default/4546022703488259149'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/658648659956828396/posts/default/4546022703488259149'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loveclaraa.blogspot.com/2009/07/ill-make-you-cry-and-make-angel-sing.html' title='I&apos;ll make you cry and make the angel sing bitch'/><author><name>Clara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03134567698415763652</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fJ2jiuq8kpA/Slsr7tEYrLI/AAAAAAAAASU/TEitybDg0UI/S220/slide.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-658648659956828396.post-4213646697755399899</id><published>2009-07-08T23:27:00.005+10:00</published><updated>2009-07-09T00:23:54.975+10:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='angry'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hate'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='upset'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='food'/><title type='text'>rage rage apple pies.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fJ2jiuq8kpA/SlSrDurHhOI/AAAAAAAAASM/kx0ZKu3RILo/s1600-h/apple+pie.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fJ2jiuq8kpA/SlSrDurHhOI/AAAAAAAAASM/kx0ZKu3RILo/s320/apple+pie.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356093937407198434" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;mm mmm mmmm, deep fried goodness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I fucking hate you &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Lansvale&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Maccas&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;You continue to upset and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;disappoint&lt;/span&gt; me with your low supplies of Apple Pies.&lt;br /&gt;This is the second time where &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;I've&lt;/span&gt; craved for your love.&lt;br /&gt;And you reject me.&lt;br /&gt;Look &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Maccas&lt;/span&gt; ,i don't usually ask for your fatty fat, unhealthy love.&lt;br /&gt;But for once, i am.&lt;br /&gt;I am heart broken.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I swear, the next time i visit, which is tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;I expect you to mend my broken heart&lt;br /&gt;By supplying me with 5 apple pies.&lt;br /&gt;WITHOUT, let me &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;emphasised&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;WITHOUT&lt;/span&gt; 8 minutes waiting time.&lt;br /&gt;Yes, in order for me to get into your life today- i had to wait 8 minutes.&lt;br /&gt;What the fuck man? I'm an &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;impatient&lt;/span&gt; person and i am too royal to wait.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOLL. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Omg&lt;/span&gt;, this is such a lame entry. Sorry readers. It's just that &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;i'd&lt;/span&gt; been marking and been at home all day. Therefore, this has led me to suffer some drastic side effects of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;personifying&lt;/span&gt; inanimate objects. I promise to have less entries of these.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/658648659956828396-4213646697755399899?l=loveclaraa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://loveclaraa.blogspot.com/feeds/4213646697755399899/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=658648659956828396&amp;postID=4213646697755399899&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/658648659956828396/posts/default/4213646697755399899'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/658648659956828396/posts/default/4213646697755399899'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loveclaraa.blogspot.com/2009/07/rage-rage-apple-pies.html' title='rage rage apple pies.'/><author><name>Clara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03134567698415763652</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fJ2jiuq8kpA/Slsr7tEYrLI/AAAAAAAAASU/TEitybDg0UI/S220/slide.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fJ2jiuq8kpA/SlSrDurHhOI/AAAAAAAAASM/kx0ZKu3RILo/s72-c/apple+pie.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-658648659956828396.post-2838364945872144913</id><published>2009-07-07T21:18:00.006+10:00</published><updated>2009-07-09T00:57:47.058+10:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='news'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='media'/><title type='text'>MmmMegan Fox a Mmman?</title><content type='html'>I just shattered many &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;male's&lt;/span&gt; dreams just then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A good friend of mine, David Chen showed me this &lt;a href="http://weeklyworldnews.com/celebs/4783/megan-fox-is-a-man/"&gt;link. &lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;extremely&lt;/span&gt; shocking. More shocking than Michael Jackson's recent death.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Yes - Megan Fox is a Man. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;... or so that site says.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Honestly, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;I'm&lt;/span&gt; in denial and skeptical that Fox is a man. Especially from where this source comes from - The World Wide Web and since, Fox is such a hot topic at the moment, I'm not surprised that the media just want to stir up another &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;controversy&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes, the media just disgusts me. As Annie said, when &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;MJ&lt;/span&gt; was alive, the media pronounced him as 'Wacko &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Jacko&lt;/span&gt;' and now that he recently passed away, he can now return to his &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;original&lt;/span&gt; status as being the 'King of Pop'. It also seems that the media is trying to clear his bad light - child molesting stories and finally &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;emphasising&lt;/span&gt; what he really does best- being a fantastic artist composing awesome music. Why couldn't the media do this in the first place? When he was alive, when it really mattered then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;RIP MICHAEL JACKSON&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And come to think i spent three months being a media student and probably another 3.5 years more to go, if i don't plan to transfer to my speech pathology degree. The media - you are full of shit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and apologies to David Chen who i thought was James Chen/Chan (another good friend of mine) for 10 minutes. It wasn't until i typed out 'C. James (2005), ...... Blakehurst', i was being a douche and referencing for fun that David was like ' I hope you know who this is". Then, i realised, i really didn't know who i was talking to and had to make an effort to notice his email address. Haha, my bad. I love my epic fail, embarrassing moments.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/658648659956828396-2838364945872144913?l=loveclaraa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://loveclaraa.blogspot.com/feeds/2838364945872144913/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=658648659956828396&amp;postID=2838364945872144913&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/658648659956828396/posts/default/2838364945872144913'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/658648659956828396/posts/default/2838364945872144913'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loveclaraa.blogspot.com/2009/07/mmmmegan-fox-mmman.html' title='MmmMegan Fox a Mmman?'/><author><name>Clara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03134567698415763652</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fJ2jiuq8kpA/Slsr7tEYrLI/AAAAAAAAASU/TEitybDg0UI/S220/slide.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-658648659956828396.post-4438716800435006372</id><published>2009-07-06T17:03:00.002+10:00</published><updated>2009-07-06T17:05:33.052+10:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='angry'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='haircut'/><title type='text'>Bomb Ashiteru</title><content type='html'>&lt;div  style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Last Thursday i cut my hair at Ashiteru and now i look like a peasant boy. FML&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;font-size:100%;" &gt;Who told me that place was good? I'm sticking back to Minh's now. &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/658648659956828396-4438716800435006372?l=loveclaraa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://loveclaraa.blogspot.com/feeds/4438716800435006372/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=658648659956828396&amp;postID=4438716800435006372&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/658648659956828396/posts/default/4438716800435006372'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/658648659956828396/posts/default/4438716800435006372'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loveclaraa.blogspot.com/2009/07/bomb-ashiteru.html' title='Bomb Ashiteru'/><author><name>Clara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03134567698415763652</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fJ2jiuq8kpA/Slsr7tEYrLI/AAAAAAAAASU/TEitybDg0UI/S220/slide.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-658648659956828396.post-3044808008351843535</id><published>2009-07-06T15:52:00.005+10:00</published><updated>2009-07-07T21:44:16.242+10:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bet'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='thank you'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='restaurants'/><title type='text'>My brother is stupid.</title><content type='html'>In regards to the title, my brother is freaking stupid. He doesn't know the difference between blank &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;CDs&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; and DVDs. Must be colour blind because he can't &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;differentiate&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; the difference between purple and like green. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Dumb ass&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apparently, I lost a bet. Therefore i need to pay up, by shouting 'Red &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Lantern&lt;/span&gt;' at &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Surry&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; Hills. But, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;i'm&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; not going to do it because Minh rigged it. Not only for this reason, but the prize is stupid anyway. Yes, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;even though&lt;/span&gt;, i was the person who had the freedom on choosing what the winning prize would be, but after doing some research.. Damn, i think &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;I'd&lt;/span&gt; rather eat at &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Cabramatta&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. Seriously.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm an idiot. Red &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;Lantern&lt;/span&gt; clearly specialised in Asian meals. How did i miss out on the most obvious &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;semiotics&lt;/span&gt;. Red - South Asia's favourite colour, especially in China and Vietnam, since its a symbolism of luck and wealth or whatever and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;Lantern&lt;/span&gt; - it can't get any more Asian than &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;lantern&lt;/span&gt;. All the traditional festivals, Chinese/Vietnamese New Year, Moon Festival have red &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;lanterns&lt;/span&gt; dangling on poles, little children running around, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;screaming&lt;/span&gt; at their top of their lungs to their mothers because they want a chatty &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;miniature&lt;/span&gt; red &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;lantern&lt;/span&gt;, that they are going to get sick of after a few hours. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Aiya&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, I'm a fucking &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;doofus&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; ... but proud. /cheesy smile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So i looked at the chefs and the owners of the restaurant, just to get their context and see are they worthy enough for my time and taste buds... Then i cracked up. You see, Red &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19"&gt;Lantern&lt;/span&gt; meals are derived from my ghetto. So, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_20"&gt;I've&lt;/span&gt; been getting the best of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_21"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Asain&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; cuisines for the past 18 years. Thus, there is no need to spend so much time travelling up there to get a piece of Asia. Basically, the roots of this &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_22"&gt;restaurant&lt;/span&gt; came from &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_23"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;Cabramatta&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; and how they described &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_24"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;Cabramatta&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; is priceless -&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;"They moved to Sydney's most &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_25"&gt;vibrant&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_26"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;NORTORIOUS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; Vietnamese enclave&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&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-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&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;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and that is being&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&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-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&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;&lt;/span&gt;"...Raised with three brothers in Sydney's South West; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_27"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;Cabramatta&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I see how this works now. I'm just going to go to their family &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_28"&gt;restaurant&lt;/span&gt;, '&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_29"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;Pho&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; Cay Du' in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_30"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;Cabramatta&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. It's been there for over 15 years= more experience, so i assume it would be better than Red &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_31"&gt;Lantern&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and if anyone was wondering, I initially selected Red &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;Lantern&lt;/span&gt; to be the prize because of Ready, Steady Cook. I couldn't help falling in love with the food they make on the show and since the show &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;frequently&lt;/span&gt; advertises Red &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;Lantern&lt;/span&gt;, i can't help but give in to their marketing techniques. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm going to go watch The Manly Eagles vs. Bulldogs tonight at Mounties. Woo. I'm going to wear the Eagle's scarf. Woo, team spirit. Not that i really do support the Eagles anyway... But they don't know that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div  style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Oh a message to&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_32"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;VYVY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, KY AND DAVID LAM&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;If you guys do read this.&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for last Thursday night :D.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&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/658648659956828396-3044808008351843535?l=loveclaraa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://loveclaraa.blogspot.com/feeds/3044808008351843535/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=658648659956828396&amp;postID=3044808008351843535&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/658648659956828396/posts/default/3044808008351843535'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/658648659956828396/posts/default/3044808008351843535'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loveclaraa.blogspot.com/2009/07/my-brother-is-stupid.html' title='My brother is stupid.'/><author><name>Clara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03134567698415763652</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fJ2jiuq8kpA/Slsr7tEYrLI/AAAAAAAAASU/TEitybDg0UI/S220/slide.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-658648659956828396.post-5216442088374359713</id><published>2009-06-24T23:57:00.005+10:00</published><updated>2009-06-25T00:20:58.796+10:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Origins'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='football'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='angry'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sport'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='upset'/><title type='text'>Eat Shit,NSW :@.</title><content type='html'>Today was the first time that i was very, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;extremely&lt;/span&gt; attentive to The State of Origin.&lt;br /&gt;So i expected &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;NSW&lt;/span&gt; to win.&lt;br /&gt;But &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;nooo&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;QLD&lt;/span&gt; had to have 4 of Australia's best players in their team.&lt;br /&gt;And since &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;QLD&lt;/span&gt; hasn't been re-formatting their team players, suggesting that the team members would have developed a good bond with each other, thus knowing each other's strengths and weaknesses. It's a pretty good tactic to win the Origin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But because &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;NSW&lt;/span&gt; on the other hand likes to do the opposite of what &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;QLD&lt;/span&gt; does.&lt;br /&gt;Hence this equals to epic fail and lost.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yep, by 6 minutes, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;QLD&lt;/span&gt; had scored 6&lt;br /&gt;by 20 - OLD had scored 12...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;NSW&lt;/span&gt;- 0.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was honestly and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;severely&lt;/span&gt; depressed, that each time i watched the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;NSW&lt;/span&gt; run then get halted by a tackle from the opposing side. My heart just ached.&lt;br /&gt;It was &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;extremely&lt;/span&gt; painful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fJ2jiuq8kpA/SkI1dXJhu1I/AAAAAAAAASE/63iaChZdg0c/s1600-h/jarryd+hayne.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 230px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fJ2jiuq8kpA/SkI1dXJhu1I/AAAAAAAAASE/63iaChZdg0c/s320/jarryd+hayne.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350898085816023890" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;But when &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;Jarryd&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;Hayne&lt;/span&gt; scored once, then twice.&lt;br /&gt;He was my hero...&lt;br /&gt;And he is so god damn cute and hot.&lt;br /&gt;And i love his red shoes&lt;br /&gt;And he is from my area too.&lt;br /&gt;So i love him more. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;Haha&lt;/span&gt; Go &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;Hayne&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and whoever told me that &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;NSW&lt;/span&gt; was going to win today, because it would encourage more people to watch the third game, hence good for &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;businesses&lt;/span&gt;, merchandising and shit. Well they are wrong!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;... crap &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18"&gt;QLD&lt;/span&gt; also made history- 4 wins in a row. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19"&gt;Geez&lt;/span&gt;.. this gets more and more depressing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well - Transformers 2 will cheer me up tomorrow :D.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/658648659956828396-5216442088374359713?l=loveclaraa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://loveclaraa.blogspot.com/feeds/5216442088374359713/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=658648659956828396&amp;postID=5216442088374359713&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/658648659956828396/posts/default/5216442088374359713'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/658648659956828396/posts/default/5216442088374359713'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loveclaraa.blogspot.com/2009/06/i-hate-you-nsw.html' title='Eat Shit,NSW :@.'/><author><name>Clara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03134567698415763652</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fJ2jiuq8kpA/Slsr7tEYrLI/AAAAAAAAASU/TEitybDg0UI/S220/slide.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fJ2jiuq8kpA/SkI1dXJhu1I/AAAAAAAAASE/63iaChZdg0c/s72-c/jarryd+hayne.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-658648659956828396.post-5482602283670090382</id><published>2009-06-21T14:19:00.003+10:00</published><updated>2009-06-21T15:54:34.308+10:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='university'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='goals'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='outing'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='exams'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='internet'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rants'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='youtube'/><title type='text'>Ready to party</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;I FUCKING FINISHED MY FINAL EXAMS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Yes! I am so god damn happy that &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;i've&lt;/span&gt; completed that pain in the ass which had been pestering me for a month now. Time to socialise, party and do something with my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The whole studying experience just illustrated what kind of a person i had became. A &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Snorlax&lt;/span&gt; - someone who just eats, sleeps and procrastinate to the max. I didn't feel any pressure like how i did with the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;HSC&lt;/span&gt; and valued time as much as i did before. For some odd reason, i was recollecting the facts that my teachers gave me back in High School. I remembered asking them what the challenges of uni would be like and the first thing that comes into their mind would be the independent study and the freedom that you will get.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;... Independent study and Freedom seems like positive factors. Like i mean, you are not tied down to doing something that you don't want to do. Hence even if they are the challenges of uni, i though i can handle them - seeing as though i had three majors to do which required a heap load of independent study.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How god damn &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;naive&lt;/span&gt; i was, just 8 months ago,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now i can truly understand when they said that these two elements are the main obstacles of uni. I have been so hypnotised with the freedom that uni provides, that there are so many times that i wanted to drop out of uni and just go to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Tafe&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the weighting doesn't seem so big in uni compared to high school.  I remembered that i used to stress on a 30% PIP but now when i am giving a 45% weighting assignment - &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;I'll&lt;/span&gt; just blink at it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shit, in other words these 3 months was fail. I still need my god damn GPA of 2.5 so that i can transfer to B. Speech and Hearing Sciences next semester, then perhaps change to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;USYD&lt;/span&gt; B.Speech Pathology next year. It's just too difficult to switch now, considering how crap &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;I've&lt;/span&gt; done this &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;sem&lt;/span&gt;. But yes, i am crazy for doing a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;sci-ency&lt;/span&gt; subject, considering that i haven't touched science for about 2 years and when i did do science back in 7-10. I really detested it and never understood the logic concept behind it. I've asked a few people on how much science is required in this course and thankfully they said not many and that it is more English based. Woo &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;hoo&lt;/span&gt;- i hope they are not lying. I think it is time for me to see some Academic Advisor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But then,  30% of me wants to stay in my media course .. and it's all because of  YouTube. Yes, YouTube became one of my best friends when i was studying. Especially &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;Aj&lt;/span&gt; Rafael, find him &lt;a href="http://youtube.com/user/ilajil"&gt;here &lt;/a&gt;- I feel like an obsessed fan girl because i love this guy so much. I literally adore him and his music.  Looking at him and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;Youtube's&lt;/span&gt; celebrities like &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;KevJuma&lt;/span&gt;, David &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;Choi&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;HappySlip&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;NigaHiga&lt;/span&gt; and so on.. just makes me realise how i wasted almost 18 years of my life doing shit. Why can't i be talented and skillful!? Then i continued to blame how crap &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;Ozland&lt;/span&gt; is because in the US, all of these YouTube celebrities are connected. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18"&gt;Choi&lt;/span&gt; and Rafael, Slip and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19"&gt;Jumba&lt;/span&gt;. But even if they are  not, how did our local Natalie (&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_20"&gt;CommunityChannel&lt;/span&gt;) get to interact with &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_21"&gt;Higa&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_22"&gt;WhattheBuck&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Sigh. &lt;/span&gt;So this is why i want to do something in the media field and probably one day, somehow get to interact with these YouTube successors, especially Rafael. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;This is so sad...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But i doubt that's going to happen anyway, so i guess &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_23"&gt;i'll&lt;/span&gt; just set a more realistic goal and learn how to play an instrument this holiday. I wonder would i set my mind to it. Hardly doubt it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_24"&gt;Anywho&lt;/span&gt;, i had three hours of sleep on Friday night - several hours before my exam. It was fun and i wasn't that drowsy thanks to V and a small white mocha. After bumming with Bell and Wei yesterday at &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_25"&gt;Strathfield&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_26"&gt;Homebush&lt;/span&gt;. I just realised how Sydney is the most boring place in the world to be at on a Saturday night.  God dammit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:( this was really a pointless entry. Oh well time for a shower, food and bowling. 100 bucks that i won't be getting a strike today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/658648659956828396-5482602283670090382?l=loveclaraa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://loveclaraa.blogspot.com/feeds/5482602283670090382/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=658648659956828396&amp;postID=5482602283670090382&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/658648659956828396/posts/default/5482602283670090382'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/658648659956828396/posts/default/5482602283670090382'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loveclaraa.blogspot.com/2009/06/ready-to-party.html' title='Ready to party'/><author><name>Clara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03134567698415763652</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fJ2jiuq8kpA/Slsr7tEYrLI/AAAAAAAAASU/TEitybDg0UI/S220/slide.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-658648659956828396.post-7367749783404633182</id><published>2009-06-15T12:24:00.009+10:00</published><updated>2009-06-15T14:15:31.694+10:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='road trip'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rants'/><title type='text'>The Three Rs - Rants, Roadtrips and Random.</title><content type='html'>I really do enjoy sleeping in for 12 hours but when the energy juices run out then you just pretty much dug yourself a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Rookwood&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;grave hole&lt;/span&gt; because you will end up sleeping in for another 2 hours and by that time, your day will be over. Unfortunately, this is what i usually do on a lazy day, which is most days and by the end of it- i will bang myself on the wall and declare that i am an idiot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One other thing that &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;surpasses&lt;/span&gt; this idiocy though, would my psychological problem/disease - Paranoia.&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Is that even a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;diseases&lt;/span&gt;? What makes a disease?&lt;/span&gt; - &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;nts&lt;/span&gt;: must ask Song or &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Wikipedia&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Anywho&lt;/span&gt;, I really do &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;pronounce&lt;/span&gt; myself as an extremely paranoid person because I read too much of something or someone by &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;anaylsing&lt;/span&gt; it, critiquing it and evaluating it... like i guess that can be a positive outcome because you will see more of  someone or &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;something's&lt;/span&gt; character, but then when you are jumping to the most negative and sensational &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;conclusions&lt;/span&gt; then DAMN you're truly are an idiot. Sometimes, i just really need to embrace the simple things in life and accept that there isn't any subliminal messages hiding behind anything and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;of course&lt;/span&gt;, go with the flow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Moving on, Bel and I shared 10 hours together and god knows how long on Friday. Annie and Wei came along but &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;unfortunately&lt;/span&gt; they had to swap shifts with each other because they couldn't handle the awesomeness of hanging with Bel and I for a straight 10 hours. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;Haha&lt;/span&gt;, jokes guys love &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;youu&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had a mini pointless &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;road trip&lt;/span&gt; yesterday all around Sydney.&lt;br /&gt;From my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;Lansvale's&lt;/span&gt; house to Annie's &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;Cabra&lt;/span&gt; house to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18"&gt;Cabra's&lt;/span&gt; Cook's hills to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19"&gt;OrangeGrove&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_20"&gt;OfficeWorks&lt;/span&gt; to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_21"&gt;Bankstown's&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_22"&gt;Sarick&lt;/span&gt; St to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_23"&gt;Livo's&lt;/span&gt; Hospital to Annie's house again to Bonny to Wei's &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_24"&gt;Fairfield&lt;/span&gt; house to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_25"&gt;OrangeGrove's&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_26"&gt;Maccas&lt;/span&gt; to Pharmacy on the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_27"&gt;HumeHwy&lt;/span&gt; to Cecil Hills (&amp;amp; getting lost there because of Wei's awesome directions. BUT &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_28"&gt;OMFGG&lt;/span&gt; THE HOUSES ARE WOW) to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_29"&gt;Livo's&lt;/span&gt; Cinemas to Wei's &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_30"&gt;Fairfield&lt;/span&gt; house again and finally to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_31"&gt;Lansvale's&lt;/span&gt; house again...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_32"&gt;Omg&lt;/span&gt;, how many destinations did we go to?&lt;br /&gt;15. Damn the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_33"&gt;Fairfield&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_34"&gt;Bonnyrigg&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_35"&gt;Bankstown&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_36"&gt;Liverpool &lt;/span&gt;area has never been so interesting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, i just wanted to point out on how much i love to travel and sing in the car.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of random. I found a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_37"&gt;Wikipedia&lt;/span&gt; reference in an university textbook.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fJ2jiuq8kpA/SjW90syfQYI/AAAAAAAAARs/AGgx20M6p0A/s1600-h/wiki.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fJ2jiuq8kpA/SjW90syfQYI/AAAAAAAAARs/AGgx20M6p0A/s320/wiki.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347388845646102914" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Credits goes to my good friend Leanne for taking the time to record this most enticing moment (catch her &lt;a href="http://dokidoki.kuuchuu.net/"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;).&lt;br /&gt;Yeah man, Uni you hypocrite "You will get an instant fail if you reference any of your references to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_38"&gt;Wikipedia&lt;/span&gt;" - &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_39"&gt;WTH&lt;/span&gt;. You've completed contradicted yourself by luring 300+ MAS104 Students  into reading a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_40"&gt;compulsory&lt;/span&gt; chapter on Celebrities in a prescribed textbook in 'Media and Communications' by Cunningham and Turner. University you contradictory bitch. Shame on you, you lost my trust and respect and just caused a crime.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;... I just felt like the biggest g33k there.&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_41"&gt;zomg&lt;/span&gt;. (That didn't help either).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_42"&gt;Hmm&lt;/span&gt;, while i was browsing the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_43"&gt;Internet&lt;/span&gt;, i came across one of my favourite website - Urban Original.. i was stunned with what i'd saw. Check this out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your eyes will bulge.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fJ2jiuq8kpA/SjXA9aW7B5I/AAAAAAAAAR0/1jfWDAJo_gM/s1600-h/UO.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 187px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fJ2jiuq8kpA/SjXA9aW7B5I/AAAAAAAAAR0/1jfWDAJo_gM/s320/UO.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347392293852350354" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Hopefully you can see this print screen... if not click on it. But basically it says that this bag is worth $11,923.00 AU. Seriously an URBAN &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_44"&gt;ORIGINAL&lt;/span&gt; bag can be worth that much? There's gotta be some mistake there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because when i went onto the Louis &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_45"&gt;Vuitton&lt;/span&gt; site and checked out some of their products and prices, found one of the most expensive items and this is what i got.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fJ2jiuq8kpA/SjXHZUjcMwI/AAAAAAAAAR8/Rsm86a3jsU8/s1600-h/LV.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 187px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fJ2jiuq8kpA/SjXHZUjcMwI/AAAAAAAAAR8/Rsm86a3jsU8/s320/LV.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347399370400346882" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Prices are ranged from $2,990 - $3,360.. though that's US. But if i wanted to convert this into AU currency it would only be a max amount of 5-6 grand. Though, if it isn't I'm pretty sure it wont peak up to 11k. God damn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and THE &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_46"&gt;LONELY&lt;/span&gt; ISLANDS ARE SO COOL.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; also camp fires, moon and stars.&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/658648659956828396-7367749783404633182?l=loveclaraa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://loveclaraa.blogspot.com/feeds/7367749783404633182/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=658648659956828396&amp;postID=7367749783404633182&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/658648659956828396/posts/default/7367749783404633182'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/658648659956828396/posts/default/7367749783404633182'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loveclaraa.blogspot.com/2009/06/three-rs-rants-roadtrips-and-random.html' title='The Three Rs - Rants, Roadtrips and Random.'/><author><name>Clara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03134567698415763652</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fJ2jiuq8kpA/Slsr7tEYrLI/AAAAAAAAASU/TEitybDg0UI/S220/slide.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fJ2jiuq8kpA/SjW90syfQYI/AAAAAAAAARs/AGgx20M6p0A/s72-c/wiki.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-658648659956828396.post-4109551382629543915</id><published>2009-06-10T21:12:00.004+10:00</published><updated>2009-06-10T21:17:15.932+10:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='exam'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='university'/><title type='text'>Ownage.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Oh and for anyone who has been updated and knows about that MAS 104 exam that i attempted today. I got &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;pwned&lt;/span&gt; hard, well i was expecting it after roaming and procrastinating for the past 24 hrs before the exam. But i just wanted to test my luck :D.&lt;br /&gt;But i can't completely blame myself, the wording of question is &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;sooo&lt;/span&gt; stupid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;'Discuss how is identity and nationhood is contested? Use at least three media texts to explain this'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Yourrr&lt;/span&gt; mum.. contested. I contested you to give me a pass. That's right, it's a bloody challenge. If not, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;I'll&lt;/span&gt; Anderson Benedict or Grahame Turner or Stuart Cunningham you.&lt;br /&gt;GIMME A &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;PASSSSS&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;So i can transfer!&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/658648659956828396-4109551382629543915?l=loveclaraa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://loveclaraa.blogspot.com/feeds/4109551382629543915/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=658648659956828396&amp;postID=4109551382629543915&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/658648659956828396/posts/default/4109551382629543915'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/658648659956828396/posts/default/4109551382629543915'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loveclaraa.blogspot.com/2009/06/ownage.html' title='Ownage.'/><author><name>Clara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03134567698415763652</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fJ2jiuq8kpA/Slsr7tEYrLI/AAAAAAAAASU/TEitybDg0UI/S220/slide.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-658648659956828396.post-1360500838717405912</id><published>2009-06-10T20:39:00.003+10:00</published><updated>2009-06-10T21:11:25.248+10:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='university'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='weather'/><title type='text'>Done Spellchecking</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Baby are you down down down.&lt;br /&gt;Even if the sky is falling down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah it will fall down, if the bloody &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;temperature&lt;/span&gt; in Sydney continues to decrease.&lt;br /&gt;It's currently 9 degrees down here and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;omg&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;I'm&lt;/span&gt; freezing my farts off.&lt;br /&gt;I currently have my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;skinnies&lt;/span&gt;, one long top, a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;cardi&lt;/span&gt; and a jumper over the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;cardi&lt;/span&gt; and the long top.  Then i have my scarf, some thick socks and my slippers on and i am still &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;sooo&lt;/span&gt; freaking cold.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Honestly, can someone please sponsor me some plane tickets anywhere near the equator or give me a three months sauna voucher.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So who misses me?&lt;br /&gt;I apologise for breaking the 495345&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; promise.&lt;br /&gt;It's just my assignments kept on popping up one after the other and i just didn't have time to really drop by and compose a blog entry, because even though it may not  seem like it - it does take a fair bit of time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So what's been happening for the past few weeks?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;I have now completed 20 hrs of manual driving (30 more to go)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;My E63 is still not fixed after being returned to the store for the 3rd time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I still haven't been to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;Chatswood&lt;/span&gt; after being in that area for about  three months. Thus, i failed to abuse City Rail 100 days complimentary ticket from &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;Epping&lt;/span&gt; to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;Chatswood&lt;/span&gt; :@&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Speaking of 100 days .. it's been 100 days since &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;I'd&lt;/span&gt; officially started at Um@cq.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I have almost completed my first semester for a first year undergrad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;That means i have completed a total of 10 assignments, 3 oral presentations and 2 exams since the 8th of March 2009.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;Though unfortunately, there is one more exam left... but that's 10 days away... on a Saturday. I know, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;WTH&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But in the meantime, i will have a mini 4 days holiday [This is to compensate for the long weekend that just passed. I had been studying instead of having a holiday like any other non-uni students], which means intense blogging time before i resume to nerd mode :(. But on the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;optimistic&lt;/span&gt; side, when that is all over I would have a month break and damn i will be taking a vacation then! I really do need to get out of metropolitan New South Wales and head for the rural side. Hopefully a road trip with mates.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Photos will &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;defiantly&lt;/span&gt; be posted next entry. If not clubbing photos, it will be photos of some form. This place really do need to be decorated with more visuals rather than text. Looking at the words that is forming on my screen is making me sleepy and these are my own words too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;Gahh&lt;/span&gt; or maybe &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;I'm&lt;/span&gt; just sleep deprived because i kinda drained out my energy on exams and assignments for the past 5 days. Shit, that's what i get for cramming :@&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/658648659956828396-1360500838717405912?l=loveclaraa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://loveclaraa.blogspot.com/feeds/1360500838717405912/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=658648659956828396&amp;postID=1360500838717405912&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/658648659956828396/posts/default/1360500838717405912'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/658648659956828396/posts/default/1360500838717405912'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loveclaraa.blogspot.com/2009/06/done-spellchecking.html' title='Done Spellchecking'/><author><name>Clara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03134567698415763652</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fJ2jiuq8kpA/Slsr7tEYrLI/AAAAAAAAASU/TEitybDg0UI/S220/slide.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-658648659956828396.post-2840377436050603652</id><published>2009-05-25T02:15:00.004+10:00</published><updated>2009-05-25T02:19:45.423+10:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hiatus'/><title type='text'>Worse than Swine Flu.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Miss Clara will be on sick-leave.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;... because she is &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;diagnosed&lt;/span&gt; with a serious &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;condition&lt;/span&gt; called &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Assignmental&lt;/span&gt;-&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;ginta&lt;/span&gt; virus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It will take her a week and a half to recover.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But after the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;recovery&lt;/span&gt; there will be many photos posted up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Promise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Until then, Take care :).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/658648659956828396-2840377436050603652?l=loveclaraa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://loveclaraa.blogspot.com/feeds/2840377436050603652/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=658648659956828396&amp;postID=2840377436050603652&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/658648659956828396/posts/default/2840377436050603652'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/658648659956828396/posts/default/2840377436050603652'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loveclaraa.blogspot.com/2009/05/worse-than-swine-flu.html' title='Worse than Swine Flu.'/><author><name>Clara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03134567698415763652</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fJ2jiuq8kpA/Slsr7tEYrLI/AAAAAAAAASU/TEitybDg0UI/S220/slide.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-658648659956828396.post-1191845226512111018</id><published>2009-05-21T14:47:00.004+10:00</published><updated>2009-05-21T15:09:33.650+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Uneventful Day.</title><content type='html'>Dear diary/blog,&lt;br /&gt;I trotted along to the station, where I was heading to uni, today around about 1130am. On the way to the train station, I stumble across a crossdresser. Looking at my watch, I have about 7 minutes to spare before my train comes, so I decide to stop and have a little chat. Talking for about a whole 4 minutes, she begins to look familiar - like I've seen her before. Then it hits me, she works where I work - King's Cross. We traded phone numbers, so next time I'm up there, we would be able to work together - threesome anyone? After 5 minutes, I realise that I was going to be late for the train, I make a run for it. Thinking I was going make it, little did I know the train had already left 3 minutes ago. There's a plus side to this - I had my share of exercise for the day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wondering what to do next. Whethere to wait for the next train or not, I decide to head over to the MARVELLOUS bell's awesome looking home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Screaming like a maniac 'BELLLL' infront of her home, I come to realise that no one is home. I make my way through the thick green bush that lays across her home. Coming across different forms of life from tiny lady bugs to monstrous undiscovered dinosaurs. Reaching the brown wooden door, a long silver arm reaches out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Who goes there' I hear someone say.&lt;br /&gt;'Ermms, Clara 'Gay' Cam' I reply.&lt;br /&gt;'On what business do you come by?'&lt;br /&gt;'I'm here to see The Awesome Bell'.&lt;br /&gt;'Do you have an appoinment?'&lt;br /&gt;I have to make an appointment to see The Awesome Bell now? I thought to myself.&lt;br /&gt;'Yes' I lie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;POW! I get punched in the face like how Annie got punched by the basketball.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To be continuee ..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/658648659956828396-1191845226512111018?l=loveclaraa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://loveclaraa.blogspot.com/feeds/1191845226512111018/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=658648659956828396&amp;postID=1191845226512111018&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/658648659956828396/posts/default/1191845226512111018'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/658648659956828396/posts/default/1191845226512111018'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loveclaraa.blogspot.com/2009/05/uneventful-day.html' title='Uneventful Day.'/><author><name>Clara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03134567698415763652</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fJ2jiuq8kpA/Slsr7tEYrLI/AAAAAAAAASU/TEitybDg0UI/S220/slide.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-658648659956828396.post-3447868932303278783</id><published>2009-05-06T13:57:00.007+10:00</published><updated>2009-05-06T15:46:12.640+10:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='university'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='clubbing'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='outing'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='marks'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rants'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='movie'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='food'/><title type='text'>DUM DUM</title><content type='html'>I am mourning in grievance at this very moment.&lt;br /&gt;I got completely, as they say '&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;pwnd&lt;/span&gt;' by my assignment's results.&lt;br /&gt;Well for those who are &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;interested&lt;/span&gt; this is what &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;i've&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;received&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;CUL&lt;/span&gt; 101 - Passed(30% weighting)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;ICOM&lt;/span&gt; 101 - Passed (30% weighting)&lt;br /&gt;MAS 104 - Credit (20% weighting)&lt;br /&gt;LING 120 - Distinction (10% weighting)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh why oh why, do i do awesome in low scaling assessments. Life's not fair :(.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But on the brighter side of things - i escaped a library fined today. I heard it's quite expensive... 20c per hour or something! (&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;omg&lt;/span&gt;.. i sound so cheap! &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;LOL&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;But thanks to the online library and how i remembered to check my student email - i renewed my just overdue books today. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;Yay&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;That gives me time to find where that midget size book is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hot pot at Janna's was great on Saturday. The girls talked (well more like Janna decided to take control of the five hours worth of conversation, which mainly revolved around her life.  Next time we should just call it Janna's Catch Up Session instead. Haha, yes man - i still love you) . Sin Ly and Fui decided to gate crash it and helped themselves to their lot too. I must say, it was good that they gate-crashed especially Sin Ly as he did the dishes for us. But there's a lesson to be learnt from this event - NEVER MAKE YOUR OWN HOT POT. Less effort will be needed in preparing the food and cleaning up afterwards. The restuarant's price will be equivalent to what we paid for that night, if we just decided to head out to Canley Heights instead. Bugger. Oh well, at least we were comfortable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fJ2jiuq8kpA/SgEix4JxeKI/AAAAAAAAARc/yVTVCNL1DzE/s1600-h/skins-logo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 250px; height: 287px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fJ2jiuq8kpA/SgEix4JxeKI/AAAAAAAAARc/yVTVCNL1DzE/s320/skins-logo.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332581674065688738" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Sunday was mainly spent with Jessica at her house. I am up to the last episode of Season 1 of skins. It's a very good series as it oulines much on adolescent issues and discourses. Yes that means, homosexuality, relationship problems, sex, giving shit to parents, religion, parties, alcohol, drugs, anorexia, bestfriends, teacher and student relationships,  and so on. So i guess everyone can relate to it somehow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, i promised most people that i will upload photos of Bamboo from 3 1/2 weeks ago. But due to the fact that both my camera batteries are flat out,  i guess everyone would have to wait  a day... a week.. or a month longer~.  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;Heh&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But to keep you guys anticipating. Here is one of my favourite photos from the kind photographer of Urban Agent who does a better job than i do when uploading photos at the right time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fJ2jiuq8kpA/SgEcFBRZrVI/AAAAAAAAARM/SX3_gRvAEs4/s1600-h/my+fav+pic+of+me+screaming.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fJ2jiuq8kpA/SgEcFBRZrVI/AAAAAAAAARM/SX3_gRvAEs4/s320/my+fav+pic+of+me+screaming.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332574306349722962" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Lots of fun aye&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and in response to the last entry - I ended up giving up my phone to the repairs.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/658648659956828396-3447868932303278783?l=loveclaraa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://loveclaraa.blogspot.com/feeds/3447868932303278783/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=658648659956828396&amp;postID=3447868932303278783&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/658648659956828396/posts/default/3447868932303278783'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/658648659956828396/posts/default/3447868932303278783'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loveclaraa.blogspot.com/2009/05/dum-dum.html' title='DUM DUM'/><author><name>Clara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03134567698415763652</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fJ2jiuq8kpA/Slsr7tEYrLI/AAAAAAAAASU/TEitybDg0UI/S220/slide.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fJ2jiuq8kpA/SgEix4JxeKI/AAAAAAAAARc/yVTVCNL1DzE/s72-c/skins-logo.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-658648659956828396.post-2398963794996476264</id><published>2009-05-02T19:42:00.007+10:00</published><updated>2009-05-06T15:18:01.934+10:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='angry'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='stress'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='phone'/><title type='text'>Mother Fucker.</title><content type='html'>Warning: This entry contains extreme coarse language. It really should be classified as a R rating, but because it has no hardcore sexual references - we'll just keep it as MA15+.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Looking at the mobile symbol on &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;blogspot&lt;/span&gt; causes severe depression for me.&lt;br /&gt;In other words, i recently dropped my 6 day old phone in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;ubar's&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;dunny&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, and warranty doesn't cover liquid/water damage.&lt;br /&gt;Fucking Hell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I knew it was going to be a shit day yesterday.&lt;br /&gt;I'd missed my train to my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;ICOM&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;tute&lt;/span&gt;, so now &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;im&lt;/span&gt; not too sure on what my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;ICOM&lt;/span&gt; tutor said on my passed assignment.. and it was THAT assignment that i bombed out on. Everything else - Credit and Higher with my four &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;consecutive&lt;/span&gt;- hardcore-cramming-due-before-Easter-break assignments (Yes, the ones that i bragged in my previous entries).  Your Mum.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And due to the fact that i was so sick - i could of been the one who triggered the swine flu 'disease' , i forgot that my phone was in my back pocket so it just plopped and slipped out into the phone's and possibly &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;human's&lt;/span&gt; worst nightmare  death hole. Think about it, who likes their flesh to be dug into the toilet's bowl, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;even though&lt;/span&gt; the liquid has not turned yellow, brown, have blobs or just white particles floating around. In other words, piss, shit, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;diarrhoea&lt;/span&gt; or just vomit. Sorry if &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;i'm&lt;/span&gt; being too &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;explicit&lt;/span&gt;. But i just can't be bothered censoring my words anymore. The thought that i am touching something so... wasted, is just totally &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;ew&lt;/span&gt; (like seriously &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;girly&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;eww&lt;/span&gt;, you know the really dramatic girls we see in movies that flick their hand and squeal). I hope the uni &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;isn&lt;/span&gt;'t too cheap on their cleaners because the toilets had &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;beeter&lt;/span&gt; been &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18"&gt;Odourlised&lt;/span&gt; and '&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19"&gt;Bam&lt;/span&gt;! the dirt is gone' clean.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think god doesn't want me to have a new mobile phone or something... This is the 4&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_20"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; time that something has happened to my phones. Let's look at a timeline of the tragic tales on my phone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;A Series of Unfortunate Events on Phones&lt;br /&gt;(Yes, the first four words are &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_21"&gt;plagiarised&lt;/span&gt; from Lemony &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_22"&gt;Snicket's&lt;/span&gt; A Series of Unfortunate Events Volumes. Don't sue me - I'm too broke to pay for any legal fees. I can't even afford a new mobile phone at the moment).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;2004&lt;/span&gt;- My 15&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_23"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; birthday. My cousin gave me this phone. But i dropped my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_24"&gt;Nokia&lt;/span&gt; 8310 on the train. Dickheads never rung back after &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_25"&gt;Banu&lt;/span&gt; and I left countless messages and phone calls on the phone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;2007&lt;/span&gt;- Liverpool trip with Wei. The first phone that &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_26"&gt;i'd&lt;/span&gt; ever purchased (other phones that &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_27"&gt;i'd&lt;/span&gt; used were given to me). This was during the time when i hated carrying bags, so i chucked it into Wei's country road bag... and because she forgot to unscrew her Lipton tea's lid - it lead to my phone to pass away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;2009&lt;/span&gt;- At uni, i left my phone on top of the toilet tissue box. I had too many things to carry that day. Therefore, i completely forgot that i left it there and was more &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_28"&gt;concerned&lt;/span&gt; with other valuables such as my laptop being damaged, stolen (okay, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_29"&gt;i'm&lt;/span&gt; not sure how would someone break into my cubicle just to tax my laptop) or become soaked in water. An hour after my toilet event, i realised that &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_30"&gt;Suraj&lt;/span&gt;/Jeff haven't &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_31"&gt;msged&lt;/span&gt;/rung me yet to check where i was before my lecture. Discovered that i lost my phone because some Asian fob was too cheap to return it to the lost property/library, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_32"&gt;even though&lt;/span&gt; Lily and Shirley left &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_33"&gt;umpteenth&lt;/span&gt; calls and messages on my 'stolen' phone. And no, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_34"&gt;i'm&lt;/span&gt; not accusing the Asian Fob race... i remembered that an Asian female went to my cubicle after me.  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_35"&gt;Shitlicker&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;... 3 weeks later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;2009&lt;/span&gt;- Till today. Extremely sick, fatigue and numb. Shit day overall. Phone was in the back pocket ... then my phone decided to grow legs and just took a little dive and swim in the toilet bowl.  GREAT JOB CLARA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Seriously, there is a pattern going on. My past phones loves to lost, drown, lost and drown. What's next? Lost &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_36"&gt;of course&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm going to the repairs tomorrow. Hopefully, i being on a plan will somehow comfort me by knowing the cost to fix my phone wouldn't be too expensive. Leave me alone, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_37"&gt;i'm&lt;/span&gt; still a full-time student. So far there is no luck. Apparently it will be about 130-180. I am not sure whether i should just get a $200 phone, just use a really old phone (because that just seemed to work better...  or just get it fix.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Suggestions anyone?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_38"&gt;Anywho&lt;/span&gt; i feel like a fat shit. I Just had hot pot with the girls, Sin Ly and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_39"&gt;Fui&lt;/span&gt; at Janna's.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wow, there isn't as much swearing as i thought there would be. I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_40"&gt;dissapointed&lt;/span&gt; all of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_41"&gt;you's&lt;/span&gt; didn't i? Don't worry, meet me in person and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_42"&gt;i'll&lt;/span&gt; just swear every second word that it will make you look bad. I don't know what &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_43"&gt;i'm&lt;/span&gt; going on about. TIME FOR SOME &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_44"&gt;CODRAL&lt;/span&gt; AND SLEEP.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GOOD NIGHT Y'ALL. Oh and a message to JESSICA &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_45"&gt;GLIGICH&lt;/span&gt; - I HOPE YOU FREAKING MAKE IT &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_46"&gt;TMR&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_47"&gt;SOCIALL&lt;/span&gt; SUPPORT. LOVE YOU&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/658648659956828396-2398963794996476264?l=loveclaraa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://loveclaraa.blogspot.com/feeds/2398963794996476264/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=658648659956828396&amp;postID=2398963794996476264&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/658648659956828396/posts/default/2398963794996476264'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/658648659956828396/posts/default/2398963794996476264'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loveclaraa.blogspot.com/2009/05/mother-fucker.html' title='Mother Fucker.'/><author><name>Clara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03134567698415763652</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fJ2jiuq8kpA/Slsr7tEYrLI/AAAAAAAAASU/TEitybDg0UI/S220/slide.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-658648659956828396.post-6612813476106117264</id><published>2009-04-26T12:46:00.007+10:00</published><updated>2009-05-06T15:18:58.289+10:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='technology'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='internet'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='phone'/><title type='text'>It's a technology blast for me this week.</title><content type='html'>As i mentioned in the previous entry - i purchased the E63. My dad also 'kindly' offered to buy me a new &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;netbook&lt;/span&gt; - &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Asus&lt;/span&gt; 1000H. It's going to be so much easier and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;convenient&lt;/span&gt; for me if i want to procrastinate (let's hope not) or edit assignments and make notes on the train.&lt;br /&gt;/&lt;br /&gt;So why exactly would i buy a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;netbook&lt;/span&gt; while i have a laptop already? Oh that's heaps easy - because &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;i'm&lt;/span&gt; a spoiled bitch and can get anything i want. I joke.. i wish man. I work hard and long to get what i want okay! Anyway, trying to not get off track. The reason why i selected a net-book because my stupid laptop is just too damn heavy for my little frame to handle. As in, i can't be bothered carrying it around from stations to stations, classes to classes and shopping centers to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;shopping&lt;/span&gt; centers (&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;haha&lt;/span&gt;, i tend to go &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Macquarie&lt;/span&gt; Center during my breaks) and since it takes me forever to get home, i will use the valuable time to study on the train and not socialise... //shifty look :D. Another reason would be because of the fact that i overcharged my battery on my laptop, that now it is dead. Therefore i always have to bring my adapter along for it to charge, hence another weight load. Yuck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;Naws&lt;/span&gt;, speaking of that now i pity my laptop. It's like with these new things i am beginning to dog my diligent laptop. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;Hmm&lt;/span&gt;, i wonder if i should just buy a new charger and just buy one of those covers things from &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;eBay&lt;/span&gt; to cover up &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;the scratches&lt;/span&gt;- so it can look brand new. Shit, i can't believe that i am having sympathy over a non-living object. Maybe &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;facebook&lt;/span&gt; was right with my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;obsession&lt;/span&gt; on &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;furniture&lt;/span&gt; and all. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;LOL&lt;/span&gt;. But then again, excuse the cliche - money doesn't grow on trees and we are in a bloody recession.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So two new items has &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;wi&lt;/span&gt;-&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;fi&lt;/span&gt; on it. Shit, that means i will be &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18"&gt;constantly&lt;/span&gt; on the net - more frequently at uni now. Crap. This is going to be a bad idea because this will equate to less time to study and more time to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19"&gt;msn&lt;/span&gt; and facebook.Too many temptations. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_21"&gt;Haha&lt;/span&gt;. Oh well, i must bring out my inner chi and learn some self-control tactics. Difficult but must succeed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay enough words and more photos&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://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fJ2jiuq8kpA/SfPSdEuCdjI/AAAAAAAAAQ8/0gXklL4TQ9g/s1600-h/26042009%28003%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fJ2jiuq8kpA/SfPSdEuCdjI/AAAAAAAAAQ8/0gXklL4TQ9g/s320/26042009%28003%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5328834181034309170" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_22"&gt;comparison&lt;/span&gt; between both &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_23"&gt;netbook&lt;/span&gt; and laptop - i never realised how big the laptop looked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fJ2jiuq8kpA/SfPSc-h_Q7I/AAAAAAAAAQ0/PLkpeDEBPR8/s1600-h/26042009%28002%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fJ2jiuq8kpA/SfPSc-h_Q7I/AAAAAAAAAQ0/PLkpeDEBPR8/s320/26042009%28002%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5328834179373155250" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The back of my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_24"&gt;EEE&lt;/span&gt; PC :D and yeah it's upside down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fJ2jiuq8kpA/SfPScx7V2RI/AAAAAAAAAQs/JkWRzY0KWms/s1600-h/26042009%28001%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fJ2jiuq8kpA/SfPScx7V2RI/AAAAAAAAAQs/JkWRzY0KWms/s320/26042009%28001%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5328834175989831954" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Yep, it's almost half the size of the laptop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fJ2jiuq8kpA/SfPScj-jXNI/AAAAAAAAAQk/e-XdZ0gaSpI/s1600-h/26042009.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fJ2jiuq8kpA/SfPScj-jXNI/AAAAAAAAAQk/e-XdZ0gaSpI/s320/26042009.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5328834172245204178" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_25"&gt;Naws&lt;/span&gt;, so small&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.. and because i look like a mess at the moment. I am not going to take a picture of the phone using the netbook's webcam (yes, i'm trying out new specs), where you can see me. So.. i'm just going to google the image up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fJ2jiuq8kpA/SfPTicJLrfI/AAAAAAAAARE/N597TmYdTus/s1600-h/nokia-e63.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 311px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fJ2jiuq8kpA/SfPTicJLrfI/AAAAAAAAARE/N597TmYdTus/s320/nokia-e63.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5328835372733148658" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I couldn't afford the E71 :( and it was so difficult choosing between the express music  5800, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_27"&gt;iphone&lt;/span&gt; and the W980 Sony &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_28"&gt;Ericsson&lt;/span&gt;. But the choice was made mainly because of the affordability and being the nerd that i am, it has a DICTIONARY application on it. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_29"&gt;LOL&lt;/span&gt;, i remembered complaining how phones should contain dictionary and i was &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_30"&gt;jumping&lt;/span&gt; for joy when i found out that this one already has it installed and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_31"&gt;texting&lt;/span&gt; isn't so bad with this phone :D.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, i'm over and out. I need to head out to Livo with Wei and stock up for winter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Note to self.. i still need to upload photos from clubbing.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/658648659956828396-6612813476106117264?l=loveclaraa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://loveclaraa.blogspot.com/feeds/6612813476106117264/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=658648659956828396&amp;postID=6612813476106117264&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/658648659956828396/posts/default/6612813476106117264'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/658648659956828396/posts/default/6612813476106117264'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loveclaraa.blogspot.com/2009/04/its-technology-blast-for-me-this-week.html' title='It&apos;s a technology blast for me this week.'/><author><name>Clara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03134567698415763652</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fJ2jiuq8kpA/Slsr7tEYrLI/AAAAAAAAASU/TEitybDg0UI/S220/slide.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fJ2jiuq8kpA/SfPSdEuCdjI/AAAAAAAAAQ8/0gXklL4TQ9g/s72-c/26042009%28003%29.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-658648659956828396.post-9178803885514447</id><published>2009-04-26T12:20:00.003+10:00</published><updated>2009-04-26T12:25:42.633+10:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='technology'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='optus'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='internet'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='phone entry'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='phone'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bill'/><title type='text'>Woo first entry from the MOBILE PHONE.</title><content type='html'>Don't i just love technology.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Woo i just bought a new phone; Nokia E63 and currently abusing the wi-fi on it. Well technically i wouldn't consider it being abused since i am just leeching it off at my home with my router and modem. Haha. But oh well, i just want to test out this new application even though i had been testing it out since yesterday - yes i had continued to leech at Annie's. Well i'll give a proper post on my laptop later on today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm, i'm quite curious if wi-fi is really for free or not, because if that's the case then my first month (in this case 'half a month') bill will explode. I swear to god this better not to be connected to the virgin Internet server or i am a sliced potato... Aforementioned with my upcoming bill. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And yeah i ditched Optus for good and it feels good. Quite melancholy since it has been my unloyal partner for 4 years but meh, blame their rip off plans and their shit service but i will miss their 'always win' feature.  Haha, leave my asain-ness alone - cmon who doesn't like freebies?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well i hope everyone had a great time reading this entry because i sure had a great time typing this out with the mini keyboard on the phone and squinting my already bad eyes when reading what i have already written.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/658648659956828396-9178803885514447?l=loveclaraa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://loveclaraa.blogspot.com/feeds/9178803885514447/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=658648659956828396&amp;postID=9178803885514447&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/658648659956828396/posts/default/9178803885514447'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/658648659956828396/posts/default/9178803885514447'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loveclaraa.blogspot.com/2009/04/woo-first-entry-from-mobile-phone.html' title='Woo first entry from the MOBILE PHONE.'/><author><name>Clara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03134567698415763652</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fJ2jiuq8kpA/Slsr7tEYrLI/AAAAAAAAASU/TEitybDg0UI/S220/slide.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-658648659956828396.post-5338420516255618330</id><published>2009-04-22T16:00:00.010+10:00</published><updated>2009-04-22T17:56:21.374+10:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='outing'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='birthday'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cruise'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rants'/><title type='text'>Don't mention.</title><content type='html'>It's so &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;chilli&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; at the moment. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;brrrr&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Maybe some hot &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;chilli&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; will heat me up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Haha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, i find it funny how the term '&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;chilli&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;' can completely juxtaposed each other.&lt;br /&gt;Woo for &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;chilli&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was a very shit night last night...  but &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;i'm&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; glad it's over.&lt;br /&gt;Though, I'm not going to deny that &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;i'm&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; still not hurt.&lt;br /&gt;You gave me a wake up call and really differentiated our differences and settled our position with each other.&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;They can't be trusted.&lt;br /&gt;And that there are too many Evens compared to Odds.&lt;br /&gt;And that when you find an Odd, you must not  take him for granted.&lt;br /&gt;And that you must appreciate him and give him a chance&lt;br /&gt;And this is what Clara has to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;think &lt;/span&gt;i can go back to you.&lt;br /&gt;And when i am &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;absolutely&lt;/span&gt; sure that i can't.. i won't mention or deal with people like you.&lt;br /&gt;Ever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now that's outta the way. I'm just going to post some pictures from &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;MONIQA'S&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; cruise from 6 days ago. Shirley and I stuck together for most of the night but by the end of the cruise, Erika, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;Duy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, Sandra, Melissa and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;Sovattey&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; formed a mini group. It was good reuniting with my primary school mates again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fJ2jiuq8kpA/Se66KjVJvAI/AAAAAAAAAQM/LIb3Qq9-mp8/s1600-h/DSC03370.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 213px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fJ2jiuq8kpA/Se66KjVJvAI/AAAAAAAAAQM/LIb3Qq9-mp8/s320/DSC03370.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327400099671292930" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;Duy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, I and Shirley&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fJ2jiuq8kpA/Se65vx3oZLI/AAAAAAAAAQE/9y0eehS6yig/s1600-h/DSC03347.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fJ2jiuq8kpA/Se65vx3oZLI/AAAAAAAAAQE/9y0eehS6yig/s320/DSC03347.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327399639717536946" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;Duy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;Sovattey&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, Sandra, Erika, Shirley and Monica.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;Cabramatta&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; Public School Graduates of `02 mini reunion. Just missing out on Jason and Michael who ran away somewhere on the cruise/Star City.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fJ2jiuq8kpA/Se65vz6knrI/AAAAAAAAAP8/qK8VjQGHU-0/s1600-h/DSC03332.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fJ2jiuq8kpA/Se65vz6knrI/AAAAAAAAAP8/qK8VjQGHU-0/s320/DSC03332.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327399640266743474" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Erika and I&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fJ2jiuq8kpA/Se65vg0hc_I/AAAAAAAAAP0/I5MGlsYMyqk/s1600-h/DSC03310.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fJ2jiuq8kpA/Se65vg0hc_I/AAAAAAAAAP0/I5MGlsYMyqk/s320/DSC03310.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327399635141096434" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;Phoung&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; and I&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fJ2jiuq8kpA/Se65vuWtN7I/AAAAAAAAAPs/Z86HEidzZeg/s1600-h/DSC03309.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fJ2jiuq8kpA/Se65vuWtN7I/AAAAAAAAAPs/Z86HEidzZeg/s320/DSC03309.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327399638774134706" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fJ2jiuq8kpA/Se66r09dZ3I/AAAAAAAAAQc/DTC-zTBOpiM/s1600-h/DSC03324.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fJ2jiuq8kpA/Se66r09dZ3I/AAAAAAAAAQc/DTC-zTBOpiM/s320/DSC03324.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327400671339439986" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&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://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fJ2jiuq8kpA/Se66Kq_pj8I/AAAAAAAAAQU/jRS2q4azHAw/s1600-h/DSC03359.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fJ2jiuq8kpA/Se66Kq_pj8I/AAAAAAAAAQU/jRS2q4azHAw/s320/DSC03359.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327400101728587714" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Melissa, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;Sovattey&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, Erika, Me, Shirley, Sandra and Peter/Cameron (?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fJ2jiuq8kpA/Se65vv8YDUI/AAAAAAAAAPk/xjVgpjmXqb4/s1600-h/DSC03300.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fJ2jiuq8kpA/Se65vv8YDUI/AAAAAAAAAPk/xjVgpjmXqb4/s320/DSC03300.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327399639200566594" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Happy Birthday &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18"&gt;Moeee&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I'm meant to take my cousin + siblings out to the Royal Easter Show tonight.. But it looks like it's going to rain :(. Last day too! Oh well, seems like &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19"&gt;i'm&lt;/span&gt; going to let them down.&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/658648659956828396-5338420516255618330?l=loveclaraa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://loveclaraa.blogspot.com/feeds/5338420516255618330/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=658648659956828396&amp;postID=5338420516255618330&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/658648659956828396/posts/default/5338420516255618330'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/658648659956828396/posts/default/5338420516255618330'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loveclaraa.blogspot.com/2009/04/dying.html' title='Don&apos;t mention.'/><author><name>Clara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03134567698415763652</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fJ2jiuq8kpA/Slsr7tEYrLI/AAAAAAAAASU/TEitybDg0UI/S220/slide.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fJ2jiuq8kpA/Se66KjVJvAI/AAAAAAAAAQM/LIb3Qq9-mp8/s72-c/DSC03370.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-658648659956828396.post-7524125799851686502</id><published>2009-04-17T13:48:00.012+10:00</published><updated>2009-04-22T17:41:06.177+10:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='outing'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='City'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='birthday'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='karoke'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='darling harbour.'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='movie'/><title type='text'>All nighter.</title><content type='html'>I was in such a happy mood this morning,&lt;br /&gt;... until Brian had to piss me off.&lt;br /&gt;It just sucks when people can actually bring you down.&lt;br /&gt;And it would be harder to bring yourself up again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Arrg&lt;/span&gt;, Asshole.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So how's everyone enjoying their holidays?&lt;br /&gt;Well, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;im&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;definitely&lt;/span&gt; am :D.&lt;br /&gt;I wish it would never end. But i hardly doubt that and we have to face what we all dread; 'Reality'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This Sunday/Monday, i went with James, Shirley, Lawrence, Danny, David, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Suraj&lt;/span&gt;, Hayley and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Tramanh&lt;/span&gt; to movie marathon and K (again)... man, i wonder are they ever sick of it !?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fJ2jiuq8kpA/SerxSyosk8I/AAAAAAAAAOs/De5RMZb8fqw/s1600-h/k+gay.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fJ2jiuq8kpA/SerxSyosk8I/AAAAAAAAAOs/De5RMZb8fqw/s320/k+gay.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326334814451438530" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;gay embrace&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fJ2jiuq8kpA/SerxTCzz5sI/AAAAAAAAAO8/b_5Txfv7j98/s1600-h/n605851451_1737123_1863169.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fJ2jiuq8kpA/SerxTCzz5sI/AAAAAAAAAO8/b_5Txfv7j98/s320/n605851451_1737123_1863169.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326334818793023170" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I enjoyed the night. The movie package was awesome :D and because i saw Fast &amp;amp; Furious in advance screening, that made me feel better and more superior &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;LOL&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;David, the funny one. Completely &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;squealing&lt;/span&gt;, like how a fat boy loves cake (excuse the cliche), when he saw Michelle Rodriguez.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fJ2jiuq8kpA/SerzH92eeII/AAAAAAAAAPU/oFWqUwNj4Uw/s1600-h/3273_77230552185_656807185_2235188_2286134_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fJ2jiuq8kpA/SerzH92eeII/AAAAAAAAAPU/oFWqUwNj4Uw/s320/3273_77230552185_656807185_2235188_2286134_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326336827506718850" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Just to get inline for the movie marathon (note: NOT TO BUY THE TICKETS, BUT TO GET INTO THE CINEMAS)  - from inside the cinemas to outside&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fJ2jiuq8kpA/SerzIElAZFI/AAAAAAAAAPc/mmlm7NJRsz4/s1600-h/movie.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fJ2jiuq8kpA/SerzIElAZFI/AAAAAAAAAPc/mmlm7NJRsz4/s320/movie.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326336829312492626" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Heh&lt;/span&gt;, and by the end of the night or early morning more like it. We were all GG by '&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;whosyourdaddy&lt;/span&gt;' :D. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;haha&lt;/span&gt;. Except for me because i was super tank and didn't sleep at all. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;Yay&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fJ2jiuq8kpA/SerxTcxGmaI/AAAAAAAAAPE/lYrqHPtVnT0/s1600-h/n605851451_1737141_5287392.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fJ2jiuq8kpA/SerxTcxGmaI/AAAAAAAAAPE/lYrqHPtVnT0/s320/n605851451_1737141_5287392.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326334825760987554" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Is it day or night?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fJ2jiuq8kpA/Serwpl7QK-I/AAAAAAAAAOU/LmCP-Mn32vc/s1600-h/3273_76237757185_656807185_2223706_3774532_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fJ2jiuq8kpA/Serwpl7QK-I/AAAAAAAAAOU/LmCP-Mn32vc/s320/3273_76237757185_656807185_2223706_3774532_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326334106664971234" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fJ2jiuq8kpA/SerwppE_Q-I/AAAAAAAAAOc/vukMOqAIX-8/s1600-h/3273_76237762185_656807185_2223707_3937705_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fJ2jiuq8kpA/SerwppE_Q-I/AAAAAAAAAOc/vukMOqAIX-8/s320/3273_76237762185_656807185_2223707_3937705_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326334107511112674" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fJ2jiuq8kpA/SerxTeaRr-I/AAAAAAAAAPM/VjkMU2_-6SM/s1600-h/n605851451_1737142_4879198.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fJ2jiuq8kpA/SerxTeaRr-I/AAAAAAAAAPM/VjkMU2_-6SM/s320/n605851451_1737142_4879198.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326334826202116066" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Oh and we love bumming at Darling Harbour and visiting my hole.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fJ2jiuq8kpA/SerwpUu7WwI/AAAAAAAAAOE/T-pamPxvLsE/s1600-h/2947_1047802281890_1430675227_30138864_6986245_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 239px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fJ2jiuq8kpA/SerwpUu7WwI/AAAAAAAAAOE/T-pamPxvLsE/s320/2947_1047802281890_1430675227_30138864_6986245_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326334102049872642" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fJ2jiuq8kpA/SerwpUhpWKI/AAAAAAAAAOM/0aLu2cDz9Bs/s1600-h/2947_1047802521896_1430675227_30138870_888963_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 239px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fJ2jiuq8kpA/SerwpUhpWKI/AAAAAAAAAOM/0aLu2cDz9Bs/s320/2947_1047802521896_1430675227_30138870_888963_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326334101994166434" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Hole will be posted up soon...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(more photos on the movie marathon night/karaoke are on my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;facebook&lt;/span&gt;, credits also goes to James and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;Suraj&lt;/span&gt; for contributing photos).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;oh and&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;HAPPY 18TH BIRTHDAY BEAUTIFUL MARRIED PARTNER ON &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;FB&lt;/span&gt; ; BELL &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153); font-weight: bold;"&gt;AYEEE MAN, AMAN&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/658648659956828396-7524125799851686502?l=loveclaraa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://loveclaraa.blogspot.com/feeds/7524125799851686502/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=658648659956828396&amp;postID=7524125799851686502&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/658648659956828396/posts/default/7524125799851686502'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/658648659956828396/posts/default/7524125799851686502'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loveclaraa.blogspot.com/2009/04/all-nighter.html' title='All nighter.'/><author><name>Clara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03134567698415763652</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fJ2jiuq8kpA/Slsr7tEYrLI/AAAAAAAAASU/TEitybDg0UI/S220/slide.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fJ2jiuq8kpA/SerxSyosk8I/AAAAAAAAAOs/De5RMZb8fqw/s72-c/k+gay.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-658648659956828396.post-2436817654345112128</id><published>2009-04-11T18:09:00.004+10:00</published><updated>2009-04-11T18:45:59.471+10:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='happy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='university'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='clubbing'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='outing'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='thank you'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='City'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Work'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='karoke'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lost'/><title type='text'>I am alive and well.</title><content type='html'>Let me boast on how god damn happy i am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   * No uni&lt;br /&gt;   * Assignments are done and gone&lt;br /&gt;   * No-work for the next two weeks (but then again, where would my source of income will be coming from? ... besides &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;centerlink&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.. And now i can just stop bragging for two weeks on how much i am repulse by education overall.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's a freaking relief honestly, i feel so &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;flyyyyyy&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;But then again, without my phone during the holidays - i feel like i don't have contact with anyone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's why; i resorted to old fashion pen to paper, recording numbers in my black bible diary. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Haha&lt;/span&gt;, I feel so dorky (especially how I actually dared to passed my diary around to record acquaintances /fellow class-room mates’ contact details, during the first few week of uni [ I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;couldn&lt;/span&gt;’t be bothered getting my late- phone then]). But anyway, a girl has to do, what she got to do, to record numbers down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just realized that I haven’t blogged about Janna and Annie’s first clubbing experience with Wei and I. (in other words, Wei decided to change the whole theme/name around – instead of being called “Wei’s party” because she &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;didn&lt;/span&gt;’t want to feel disappointed), So, it was 7 days ago, where I was  actually stressing the white hair out. But for some reason, somehow I was convinced to go even though I had that stupid workload (thankfully, it’s all over (move over) now).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So we trained it to Central. Janna, wanted to get ‘tipsy’ first before we even hit the clubs.. So it was &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Jagerbombs&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Tsk&lt;/span&gt; man. Partied, met some new people – Kris, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Sokky&lt;/span&gt;, Paul + friends. The girls drank, I had something light unfortunately. I wanted to punch a guy, who was getting to close to my mates and I (&amp;amp; by close, I mean feeling my personal space violated). Caught the Taxi home.. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;Omg&lt;/span&gt;, it was bloody 110.00. What the hell man honestly. I asked many people, how much does it usually cost to ride home from the city and the answers varied from 80-90. So I dunno what happened there. Let me be Asian okay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fJ2jiuq8kpA/SeBWdq3lXoI/AAAAAAAAAN8/gexmqBbk_mA/s1600-h/annie,+janna,+clara+and+wei.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fJ2jiuq8kpA/SeBWdq3lXoI/AAAAAAAAAN8/gexmqBbk_mA/s320/annie,+janna,+clara+and+wei.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323349827275546242" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Praised the lord, that we had an extra hour because daylight savings were over &lt;3.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday, after i submitted my last assignment.. on exactly 5pm, like when it was due. The uni crew - Song, Shirley, Seth James, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;Suraj&lt;/span&gt;, David, Lawrence and I, hung out at City. We felt like the biggest bums on earth, being 'kicked' out from &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;Karaoke&lt;/span&gt; and even 'Chill'.. in which we, unintentionally crashed. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;LOL&lt;/span&gt;. So we decided to go to Darling Harbour, in which James found my habitat - A hole.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't wait to see what they did to it, after David, Sally, Seth and I left. Apparently, they completely trashed and tagged all over it. Yeah, great job guys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and for those who i haven't told yet. I'm moving out of 'my' (:p) residence in less that two weeks. I began packing already last night.. and that took me a few hours to do. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;Haha&lt;/span&gt;, well that's because i was completely distracted by 'Pirates of the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;Caribbean&lt;/span&gt;'. My conscious tells me that i should have taken photos of the process.. but i go too lazy. There's still room for photos to compare the progression of the clean up.. But that's if i have switched out of my slothful behaviour. Good luck Clara.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well lovelies, i better get going now. I'm meeting up with Janna, Bel and Annie for some hot pot tonight. Yep, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;i'm&lt;/span&gt; going to continue to binge eat since i haven't eaten properly for about two weeks. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;Haha&lt;/span&gt;, this is going to destroy my health, and the gym membership that i made isn't going to help me either, since like it just expired and i only been there twice. That's $50 down the drain. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;Yay&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/658648659956828396-2436817654345112128?l=loveclaraa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://loveclaraa.blogspot.com/feeds/2436817654345112128/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=658648659956828396&amp;postID=2436817654345112128&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/658648659956828396/posts/default/2436817654345112128'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/658648659956828396/posts/default/2436817654345112128'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loveclaraa.blogspot.com/2009/04/i-am-alive-and-well.html' title='I am alive and well.'/><author><name>Clara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03134567698415763652</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fJ2jiuq8kpA/Slsr7tEYrLI/AAAAAAAAASU/TEitybDg0UI/S220/slide.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fJ2jiuq8kpA/SeBWdq3lXoI/AAAAAAAAAN8/gexmqBbk_mA/s72-c/annie,+janna,+clara+and+wei.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-658648659956828396.post-4005807720416080210</id><published>2009-04-08T02:48:00.005+10:00</published><updated>2009-04-08T03:00:38.642+10:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='happy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='university'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lost'/><title type='text'>:) :| :(</title><content type='html'>Good morning everyone.&lt;br /&gt;It is currently, 2:48 AM and i am still doing my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;ICOM&lt;/span&gt; assignment. Though, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;i've&lt;/span&gt; finished my MAS 104 assignment about 20 minutes ago.. and i thought, i deserve a break (let's hope that i don't get completely sidetracked - &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;faceboooook&lt;/span&gt;).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;i'm&lt;/span&gt; feeling rather happy and in such a goody mood at the moment.&lt;br /&gt;I'm not sure whether it is the good dose of Green Tea that i am having, or &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;becausei&lt;/span&gt; am staring at a full moon.&lt;br /&gt;But oh my god... several hours back.&lt;br /&gt;I felt like i could recklessly start a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;massacre&lt;/span&gt;, slicing anyone who would get in my way and piss me off.&lt;br /&gt;In other words, i lost my mobile phone... and had my PMS (just thought to let everyone know :D) ... and assignments that are due.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mobile phone that my beautiful girls + &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Evan&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;David&lt;/span&gt; presented to me for my 18&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; :(. Yes, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;i'm&lt;/span&gt; more angry and upset about that... because that phone &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;actually&lt;/span&gt; has a meaning.. a sentimental value., rather than just losing 'a phone'. (&amp;amp; i just recharged :@)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would be swearing frantically at the moment, but as i just mentioned on how i feel so light, danty and at peace. I would like to politely ask the kind person, to return my phone to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;Macquarie's&lt;/span&gt; library or their lost property place. Even better, just give me or one of my contact a call... please..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because seriously, if you wanted me to ask you this 'politely' a few hours ago. I think you will be getting a whole blog entry of **************** instead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Merry Christmas everyone.&lt;br /&gt;Thursday &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;Arvo&lt;/span&gt; Clara, Thursday &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;Arvo&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;... my phone used to motivate me like that... :(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/658648659956828396-4005807720416080210?l=loveclaraa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://loveclaraa.blogspot.com/feeds/4005807720416080210/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=658648659956828396&amp;postID=4005807720416080210&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/658648659956828396/posts/default/4005807720416080210'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/658648659956828396/posts/default/4005807720416080210'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loveclaraa.blogspot.com/2009/04/blog-post.html' title=':) :| :('/><author><name>Clara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03134567698415763652</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fJ2jiuq8kpA/Slsr7tEYrLI/AAAAAAAAASU/TEitybDg0UI/S220/slide.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-658648659956828396.post-6433742295808475674</id><published>2009-04-04T02:34:00.006+11:00</published><updated>2009-04-04T02:44:58.226+11:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='university'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='birthday'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Work'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='stress'/><title type='text'>shoot me now.</title><content type='html'>It is 2:35 am... and i want to get up at 10am to continue on with my assignements.&lt;br /&gt;7 hours of sleep.&lt;br /&gt;I haven't completed one assignment yet and i was planning to do that today.&lt;br /&gt;My tutoring job is killing me.&lt;br /&gt;I hate it.&lt;br /&gt;I officially hate my job.&lt;br /&gt;I want to quit.&lt;br /&gt;Wei's Bamboo 18th party.&lt;br /&gt;I don't want to miss it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dillema. How do i cram everything in? How can i have everything for once? without sacrificing anything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nocturnalism...  But i love my sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't think i've been this stressed for a long long long long time. When i look at it now, the HSC was nothing.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/658648659956828396-6433742295808475674?l=loveclaraa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://loveclaraa.blogspot.com/feeds/6433742295808475674/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=658648659956828396&amp;postID=6433742295808475674&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/658648659956828396/posts/default/6433742295808475674'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/658648659956828396/posts/default/6433742295808475674'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loveclaraa.blogspot.com/2009/04/shoot-me-now.html' title='shoot me now.'/><author><name>Clara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03134567698415763652</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fJ2jiuq8kpA/Slsr7tEYrLI/AAAAAAAAASU/TEitybDg0UI/S220/slide.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-658648659956828396.post-769855192650103436</id><published>2009-04-01T12:24:00.004+11:00</published><updated>2009-04-01T12:31:20.434+11:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='university'/><title type='text'>Assignments will be the living dead for me.</title><content type='html'>Hello everyone,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would like to boast about my misery today.&lt;br /&gt;I am so screwed. I've four heavily weighed assignments due next week and so far i have completed none. Well, it was suppose to be five if i blogged on Monday, but then again that would make it four heavily weighed assignment due next week and one due on Tuesday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes yes, i presented the most difficult topic - Seeing senses II - Seeing, Tasting, Hearing, Touching for &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;CUL&lt;/span&gt; 101, but it seemed like i got the most criticisms and most people didn't like it. Well, it's not my fault that &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;i'm&lt;/span&gt; heaps &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Original&lt;/span&gt; :@.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So keeping off track, Yeah, if i may seem dead, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;over worn&lt;/span&gt; and just dazed, blame procrastination on assignments.  I'm actually risking my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;BFF&lt;/span&gt;, Wei's 18&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; birthday clubbing party on Saturday for this and yes, i just lost $120 by calling off work. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;YAYYYY&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Children, a piece of advice: If you plan to go to uni, DON'T GO. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;i'm&lt;/span&gt; out. Driving &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;timeee&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. if there are any grammatical or spelling mistakes, sorry. I have no time to proofread.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/658648659956828396-769855192650103436?l=loveclaraa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://loveclaraa.blogspot.com/feeds/769855192650103436/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=658648659956828396&amp;postID=769855192650103436&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/658648659956828396/posts/default/769855192650103436'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/658648659956828396/posts/default/769855192650103436'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loveclaraa.blogspot.com/2009/04/assignments-will-be-living-dead-for-me.html' title='Assignments will be the living dead for me.'/><author><name>Clara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03134567698415763652</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fJ2jiuq8kpA/Slsr7tEYrLI/AAAAAAAAASU/TEitybDg0UI/S220/slide.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-658648659956828396.post-8437058085950946311</id><published>2009-03-25T22:10:00.014+11:00</published><updated>2009-03-26T00:57:56.120+11:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='university'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='wedding'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='outing'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='public transport'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='posters'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dedication'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Work'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='karoke'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='luna park'/><title type='text'>Long ass post, spammed with words, tags and photos.</title><content type='html'>To poofters who can't hack it when i'm right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Look, just go eat your own shit okay.&lt;br /&gt;Thanks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fJ2jiuq8kpA/ScoxsROg7VI/AAAAAAAAALs/sMmUgm6SxR0/s1600-h/DSC03241.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 213px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fJ2jiuq8kpA/ScoxsROg7VI/AAAAAAAAALs/sMmUgm6SxR0/s320/DSC03241.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317116946672577874" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Yes, another weird poster. Who wants to have Bloody Orange and Chili as their energy drink, man this beats the OLD Mother.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, moving on. I had the most massive rage yesterday. CityRail and Trip Planner once again farted on me, leaving me hanging there. Wasn't a pleasant sight. Yep, if you say an Asian girl with a black bob cut, Emporio Armani black frames, Agent Ninety grey top, Wrangler blue hi-waisted shorts, white and yellow Havannas thongs and an Urban Original Emperor's View owl, brown bag, thumping her feat and cursing to herself at Strathfield station around 11:10am ish at Platform 6 - that was me. If i only posted those exact details this time Monday night, i would of been the most easiest, stalker's victim.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am really beginning to hate my job as a tutor, I've got too many shit to mark - 40 booklets this week. That reminds me, my LING 120 assignment has been marked. Crap. Apparently, two people got 90 (that's a high distinction... omg, imagine that person was me. Haha, i wish, that's like me wishing a 100 UAI or a band 6 in ADV MATHS last year).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think i'm getting chronic fatigue syndrome. Yeah, i'm sleeping wayyyy too much; 12 hours today and i still haven't had enough. Or maybe it's because i am sleeping wayyy too much, it's making me become more sleepy. Yeah, that sounds more logical. I can't help it if i am a Snorlax.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, i had a jam packed weekend.&lt;br /&gt;Friday night- I spent my night after uni with the uni crew + Dannee. We went to Luna Park, i haven't been there in two years, after it opened again. I was so tank LOL, so tank that i felt dizzy on the Ferris Wheel and no, it's not because i am afraid of heights - i'm trained not to be scared of heights, thanks to the Central to Bondi Junction stations , Epping and Macquarie University stations (man, their escalators are GG steep, so steep that it can be compared to 'Stairway to Heaven) and bloody rock climbing. Looking down is my friend ~~.&lt;br /&gt;Here are some photos, the rest are on facebook. Hurry up James! I want the rest!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fJ2jiuq8kpA/Scoxr5B4pvI/AAAAAAAAALk/64jtPErOgso/s1600-h/DSC03189.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fJ2jiuq8kpA/Scoxr5B4pvI/AAAAAAAAALk/64jtPErOgso/s320/DSC03189.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317116940177155826" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fJ2jiuq8kpA/ScoxrxVdmGI/AAAAAAAAALc/RAw-b0E7FE4/s1600-h/DSC03190.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fJ2jiuq8kpA/ScoxrxVdmGI/AAAAAAAAALc/RAw-b0E7FE4/s320/DSC03190.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317116938111785058" 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://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fJ2jiuq8kpA/Scoxrvj_qFI/AAAAAAAAALU/-WCzC10Uw8k/s1600-h/DSC03184.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fJ2jiuq8kpA/Scoxrvj_qFI/AAAAAAAAALU/-WCzC10Uw8k/s320/DSC03184.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317116937635866706" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Fivesome, getting it on&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fJ2jiuq8kpA/ScoxKTLr42I/AAAAAAAAAK8/mzHB3uprkkA/s1600-h/DSC03227.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fJ2jiuq8kpA/ScoxKTLr42I/AAAAAAAAAK8/mzHB3uprkkA/s320/DSC03227.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317116363082031970" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Yeah, there were some pretty explict images. Use your imagination&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fJ2jiuq8kpA/ScoxJ8PC7JI/AAAAAAAAAK0/o94thnilwKM/s1600-h/DSC03229.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fJ2jiuq8kpA/ScoxJ8PC7JI/AAAAAAAAAK0/o94thnilwKM/s320/DSC03229.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317116356922109074" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Woo, I rock&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fJ2jiuq8kpA/ScoxJ5cjV4I/AAAAAAAAAKs/F9OrGF0shT8/s1600-h/DSC03201.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fJ2jiuq8kpA/ScoxJ5cjV4I/AAAAAAAAAKs/F9OrGF0shT8/s320/DSC03201.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317116356173453186" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;On the Ferris wheel&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fJ2jiuq8kpA/ScoxJTAuxGI/AAAAAAAAAKk/D7Sx-yGd2tg/s1600-h/DSC03175.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fJ2jiuq8kpA/ScoxJTAuxGI/AAAAAAAAAKk/D7Sx-yGd2tg/s320/DSC03175.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317116345856214114" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Waiting for the pirate ship ride.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fJ2jiuq8kpA/ScowHMF6cnI/AAAAAAAAAKc/jqOcn_EPGfE/s1600-h/DSC03177.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fJ2jiuq8kpA/ScowHMF6cnI/AAAAAAAAAKc/jqOcn_EPGfE/s320/DSC03177.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317115210127536754" 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://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fJ2jiuq8kpA/ScowG1EWthI/AAAAAAAAAKU/C-EPEsa5imM/s1600-h/DSC03206.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fJ2jiuq8kpA/ScowG1EWthI/AAAAAAAAAKU/C-EPEsa5imM/s320/DSC03206.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317115203946984978" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Sally and I are very scared&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fJ2jiuq8kpA/ScowGg0nr5I/AAAAAAAAAKM/xN9W2kcT9Q4/s1600-h/DSC03231.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fJ2jiuq8kpA/ScowGg0nr5I/AAAAAAAAAKM/xN9W2kcT9Q4/s320/DSC03231.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317115198512279442" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;LOL. Model potential&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fJ2jiuq8kpA/ScowGt_dT_I/AAAAAAAAAKE/qi2Z_fe-wPM/s1600-h/DSC03178.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 213px
