<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1208346566704819796</id><updated>2012-01-11T22:40:32.864+11:00</updated><title type='text'>The runaway train</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://runaway--train.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1208346566704819796/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://runaway--train.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1208346566704819796/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>GreenTea--</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08825314545307298367</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_SihfXZ3xZQ0/SJBTnpV5uWI/AAAAAAAAAAw/yN0jZZNXviU/S220/CIMG1191.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>117</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1208346566704819796.post-7730251260029352225</id><published>2012-01-11T22:25:00.002+11:00</published><updated>2012-01-11T22:40:32.885+11:00</updated><title type='text'>MY COUCH</title><content type='html'>TODAY MY FATHER SOLD THE COUCH. THAT WONDERFUL FLORAL COUCH THAT I SO OFTEN SLEPT UPON AND WATCHED TV UPON AND GAMED UPON AND LULLED UPON. When it drove away, strapped to a trailer, i felt very very sad. like i lost an old friend, MY PAL THE COUCH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;COUCH, YOU HAVE MOVED ON TO A BETTER PLACE. WE HAVE HAD A WONDERFUL TIME TOGETHER WHICH I SHALL NEVER FORGET. THE DECADE WHICH WE HAVE SPENT TOGETHER SHALL BE TREASURED FOREVER AND I KNOW THAT YOU WILL BE LOVED JUST AS MUCH IN YOUR NEW HOME.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'LL MISS YOU COUCH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Though i don't mean to dramatise my relationship with the couch, i really did feel a pang of sadness when my dad told me he sold the couch, i didn't think it was necessary as i have always loved this couch and it wasan't even that old but as my father wanted a home-theatre styled couch, we were left with no choice :( GOODBYE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a happier note, WE WENT BOWLING YESTERDAY AND WATCHED SHERLOCK HOLMES AS WELL! Though i guess the bowling has more to blog about. As a quick summary, JEN IE IMHO IS BEST BOWLER EVARRRRRR. SHE CAN USE THOSE THREE FINGERS AND SWING THAT BALL WHEREVER SHE WANTS ;) ho ho ho.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And strike of course. AND CHIBI, THAT GUY, CAN BOWL!A turkey! RESPECT RESPECT BOY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would blog more today except thati wasted all my time reading my old posts instead of blogging and i have work tmrw so i would like to retire to my bed earlier. i realise that my old posts are a lot more ragier, emotional and have a lot more hatin'.&lt;br /&gt;as i have told jen already, I AM A CHANGED MAN. I have learnt to live my life a lot happier and carefree with special thanks to the thankful loss or severance of some connections *cough*. I am grateful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Goodnight People! i'll try blog more, i mean it this time :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheers,&lt;br /&gt;Steph&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1208346566704819796-7730251260029352225?l=runaway--train.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://runaway--train.blogspot.com/feeds/7730251260029352225/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1208346566704819796&amp;postID=7730251260029352225' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1208346566704819796/posts/default/7730251260029352225'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1208346566704819796/posts/default/7730251260029352225'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://runaway--train.blogspot.com/2012/01/my-couch.html' title='MY COUCH'/><author><name>GreenTea--</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08825314545307298367</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_SihfXZ3xZQ0/SJBTnpV5uWI/AAAAAAAAAAw/yN0jZZNXviU/S220/CIMG1191.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1208346566704819796.post-8365249885629599062</id><published>2012-01-05T10:41:00.002+11:00</published><updated>2012-01-05T11:49:47.644+11:00</updated><title type='text'>2012</title><content type='html'>While 2012 may be deemed a year of despair and destruction with many thanks to that movie, i think it will be a smashing year. I will start off my reasonining with the fireworks. I went to see the midnight fireworks FOR THE VERY FIRST TIME IN PERSON AND I WAITED LIEK 10 HOURS FOR THEM WITH THE BEST BUNCH OF PEOPLE IN THE WORRRRRRRLD!&lt;br /&gt;YEAHHHHH so we went to mcmahons point/ blues point reserve, whatever and the view was SPECTACULAR. While waiting for 10 hours sounds really long, when you're with your friends i dont' think even 10 hours seems a long time. After some chatting, some card games and some toilet lining up, it was dark in no time and soon enough, there were fireworks. And may i add, THE FIREWORKS WERE FANTASTIC! I heard that they were going to be extra good this year and dude, i think this true. IT was absolutely beautiful and i was so awed by the BANG BANG BANG BOOM and the FLASH AND THE WHOLE SKY LIT UP FOR THE FINALE~ IT is actually a lot better than what the TV shows. Those 10 hours were not wasted and were totally worth the centre point front row seats of the harbour bridge. ( even though we were on the back side, technically)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This day also proved to be my first time staying up so late, or early. After the fireworks (i was already SO FREAKING SLEEPY), we went to go k. While i have k'd many times at 2:30 in the afternoon, i have never ever come close to k-ing at 2:30 in the morning. It was an interesting experience as it all kind of seemed like a trance cos i was super sleepy to start with and while we sang songs like 2012, fireworks, moving mountains and hero, schoolies, new year and baulko 2011 merged all into a mushy ice cream. We only had time for an hour of k which i was very surprised they had time for. I would think that all the places would be PACKEDDD choc a bloc full of partying asians but i guess i am wrong. there are a lot of k places in Sydney i suppose. So we headed back home at about 330 and got home at 5. I GOT HOME AT 5 AM IN THE MORNING AND AFTER I SHOWERED I PEERED OUT THE WINDOW AND I SEE WEAK BEAMS OF DAYLIGHT STREAMING THROUGH THE FRAME OF MY BLINDS. Another new experience, i have never ever stayed up until daylight streamed through my window again. However, i got to sleep like in 2 seconds to be woken up 4 hours later at about 9:30. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9:30 am on New years day. I SLEPT 4 HOURS, THAT'S LIKE NOTHING COMPARED TO MY USUAL 8 HOURS. still though, i was determined to spend new year's day with my family, so we went to the beach. THE SAND DUNES BEACH may i add, not normal beaches like bondi and murrays beach and the small ones. This one has like a desert of sand and 20km stretch of coast. the desert so big in fact that you HAVE to drive accross it. AND YOU DON'T NEED A LICENCE! while that is no longer exciting for me cos i do have a licence now, i remember that i used to have SOO MUCH FUN DRIVING WITHOUT A LICENCE ON SAND DUNES. While we've come to this beach many many times before, we've nevr really gotten ' stuck'. After we arrived, we ate lunch AND DUG PIPI'S. we dug lots and lots but sadly, as the beach was a conservation area we had to chuck them all back in :( i wantedt o eat them but at least the process of digging them was fun. I drove around in the four wheel drive for a while, feeling a little sad knowing that it was to be sold soon and wondering how many years would it be would i come back to this beach which is really inaccessible without a 4WD. I really love that place, Stockton beach.  So after i had a go driving around, my brother who has been lusting after driving for forever now, had a got at the wheel. He was very VERY excited of course about driving next to the water. IT is a very strange experience seeing the water so close to the wheel and under usual circumstances, wet sand provides an easier ground to drive on as it is more solid however in this case the sand was no longer all wet but half dry and it was also VERYYY sloped towards the water which as a result landed our car stuck in the sand. For those whodo not understand wha ti mean by stuck, picture this. A 4WD driving through sand but the sand is like quick-sand and as you rev more, the wheels spin rapidly but the car does not move forward but insteads digs a deeper hole, digging and digging until the sand eventually rises higher and higher and your car has lodged itself in the sand, immobile. THAT, IS CALLED BEING STUCK. Now our car was doing that, AND ON A SLOPE DOWN TOWARDS THE WATER. My dad has had previous experiences such as this and it usually involves digging your car out and making a path out. We have also had experiences of helping other people randomly out of the sand by towing them out with our car. However, before we had the chance to decide what to do, a family in this MASSIVE 4WD STOPPED BY. With one look at the 4WD it was easy to determine that they do this quite often. They had like monster truck tyres and their suspension was liek FUARRRRR and the car was nearly a metre off the ground. With wheels like that, they would definitely not get stuck. So the family got out, a local famiy i would assume, with two kids and they were all sunburnt to the point where i would thinkthey came out of spongebob squarepants and were relatives to krusty krabb. They were VERY LOBSTER RED. ( or perhaps zoidberg?) but still thye were REALLY FRIENDLY. They were like alright, we'll just help push the car out while you rev. So they all, in a very practiced fashion, lined up against the front of the car and started pushing as my dad attempted to reverse. While me my brother and mum were rather clueless, we follwed suit and pushed. Soon the car was free of those giant holes in the sand and we thanked our saviours and got back into the car to drive. The other family drove off too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So we try to drive off again and BAM the car is stuck again. We're like oh boy oh boy but luckily, the other family who were already at least 300 m away saw us getting stuck again and turned back to help us. They were indeed a VERY nice family. So the lobster father comes up and says ' oh it seems you need a hand. here, i'll tow you." So he ties up our car with his and he starts driving at the same time my dad revs up too. All this while the rest of us are just standing there, feeling useless. Especially the rest of my family as well. Soon enough the car moved forward and for a moment it seemed unstuck as their car was pulling ours onto flatter ground. Until then their car started struggling up the slope and we could see their wheels digging in the sand. So they were forced to stop. Their car too was starting to get stuck. The father said we'd have to detach it while he drove off to try another direction. So at this point, he drives off and stops his car up the slope and pull our car UP the slope. Then two more 4WD's stop over, and they are complete strangers them selves and ask ' HIYA FOLKS. NEED A HAND?' Here i was feeling very warm on the inside because all these people are so nice and they all stopped over to help us. The two new families immediately grabbed two shovels and started shovelling sand from under our car. I was feeling more useless than ever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After they shovelled the sand, the first car pulled our car out of the slope and drove for another 200 m to make sure that we were well and truly un stuck. SO HERE WE WERE LIKE YAYY WE CAN GO HOME NOW WE'RE NOT STUCK ANYMORE THANKS GAIZ YOU'VE BEEN A GREAT BUNCH TO US. And then as we were celebrating, a navara drives past quite fast and then ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YOU GUESSED IT, THEY GOT STUCK IN EXACLTY THE SAME PLACE THAT WE JUST GOT UNSTUCK FROM. So then that family gets out of the car and starts examining the problem. Here, my family runs back to our car, gets in and decides to drive off ( and not help the newly stuck car) because we're asians. no not really, it was just because we weren't much help anyway and our car was definitely not as equipped as the others. While the other family then drove back again and helped the navara. I can only assume that they too were rescued quickly.&lt;br /&gt;My dad said " This is better than NRMA, AND IT'S FREE!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was on new years day that i experienced the true Australian spirit. I was feeling very happy afterwards because well it was new years day, and i felt that these locals that helped us out were really very friendly to us even though we were asian and were very happy to help. This is what Australia should be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;( not to get all touchy and nation tying here) They really were very good people and it seemed that they ENJOYED doing this. LIke they just patrol around the beach all day, helping everyone D: WHAT NICE PEOPLE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well this is a super long post and while there is more to type, i'm feeling sick ( from going out too much and perhaps lack of sleep) so i'll leave it here today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND JEN, DON'S BED TIME STORY IS HILARIOUS. ERIN IS GOING TO MURDER YOU :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOL DON, YOUR IPHONE HAS A GPS I THINK.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ANYWAY,&lt;br /&gt;CHEERS!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;STEPH&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OH YEAH, HAPPY NEW YEAR GUYS. IT'S GOING TO BE GREAT!&lt;br /&gt;2012!!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1208346566704819796-8365249885629599062?l=runaway--train.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://runaway--train.blogspot.com/feeds/8365249885629599062/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1208346566704819796&amp;postID=8365249885629599062' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1208346566704819796/posts/default/8365249885629599062'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1208346566704819796/posts/default/8365249885629599062'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://runaway--train.blogspot.com/2012/01/2012.html' title='2012'/><author><name>GreenTea--</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08825314545307298367</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_SihfXZ3xZQ0/SJBTnpV5uWI/AAAAAAAAAAw/yN0jZZNXviU/S220/CIMG1191.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1208346566704819796.post-611022751149464444</id><published>2011-12-26T10:00:00.002+11:00</published><updated>2011-12-26T10:18:58.274+11:00</updated><title type='text'>THE END</title><content type='html'>First of all, Merry Boxing day guys! i should probably say Merry Christmas too but well, that was yesterday. For those who want, Merry Christmas!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As suggested by the title of this post, "THE END", it can be interpretted in several ways. Indeed it is nearing the end of 2011 and with that the end of my schooling but much more recently it is the end of the HSC (which evidently comes from the end of my schooling but even MORE recently, it is the end of my schoolies to jervis bay with my favourite people in the world that aren't related to me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In short, IT WAS THE BEST WEEK I EVER HAD AND I WISH IT NEVER ENDED AND I WISH IT WOULD'VE GONE ON FOREVER AND FOREVER BECAUSE IT WAS JUST THAT FUN! and carefree and awesome and everything positive imaginable. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While it is true that we had our schoolies nearly and entire month after everyone else, i'm quite glad that we did seeing as november weather was miserable ( though ours was comfortable, it still wasn't quite hot enough for the beach) and with all the interviews and such, ours went uninteruppted. As a result of course, we would always hear about everyone else's schoolies and now that i've had mine, i can honestly say that ours sounded absolutely the best by far. That's not just dissing those people who had fun schoolies but the ones i did hear of mainly stayed at home, partied, got drunk and beached. While my schoolies did do those things at one point in time (except for a select few who drank little or none), we also did a wide array of other things that were definitely more worth it than staying at home and doing nothing. Though it is strange to do these things on schoolies because then it seemed so much more like a family holiday. Even my dad thought weird that a bunch of teenagers woudl be interested in these activities but i guess that is the nature of our group. We're just THAT MUCH COOLER THAN THE OTHERS COS WE LIKE FAMILIAL ACTIVITIES COS WE'RE A FAMILY :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These activities included Fishing (WE ACTUALLY CAUGHT SOMETHING OFF A WHARF!), snorkelling, horse riding and berry picking. While if i had bottomless moneybags i would've done many more activities, this was our final choice in consideration for time and money. and GEE CAN I SAY, THEY WERE THE BEST. SO FREAKING FUN :D TOLD YOU THAT OUR SCHOOLIES TOTALLY GUNS EVERYONE ELSES.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I won't go into details about each single activity because i can't really be bothered but also that it should stay our group's little secret and how DAMN GOOD IT WAS. Though stupid, some of the boys especially and many of the moments were, i will never forget them because they wre just that hilarious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BEN IS THE CUTEST LITTLE BOY WHEN HE'S DRUNK AND I AM THE ONE WHO LOVES HIM THE MOST!&lt;br /&gt;" If i see you stick yo ass up my penis... *slurr slurrr*"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And he turns into some kind of love bunny who loves everyone when he's tipsy, contrary to the cold sarcastic ben that he is when he's sober. NGAWWW BENNNNNNNNN!&lt;br /&gt;Also it can be concluded that Don is a much better drinker than ben is D:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OH YEAH HI DON! :) LIKE MIHO SAID, I'M QUITE GLAD THAT THE GUYS FINALLY MADE A FRIENDS OF THEIR OWN. THIS IS THE BEGINNING OF THE END OF THEIR LACK OF FUNCTION IN SOCIETY. WELCOME TO THE FAMIRYY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I enjoyed cooking for 10 people, and how the guys are really just 6 extra rubbish bins running around the house. They eat anything. Mind you, that goes as wel when they cook because ben's 'bacon and eggs' IS LIKE A MOUNTAIN OF REALLY JUST A PANFUL OF BACON AND EGGS, HALF COOKED AND STREWN TOGETHER WITH.. WET EGG. AND THEY ATE IT ALL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ONE more reason why our schoolies was the best was DEFINITELY OUR CHRISTMAS DINNER. That day was one of the most bliss ful in my life as i woke up at 9, hung around in the giant pigsty with everyone else in the beds, went grocery shopping, prepared lunch, ate lunch, prepared dinner and ate dinner. AND MIND YOU THERE IS ACTUALLY NOT TIME GAP BETWEEN EACH OF THOSE ACTIVTIES. SO BASICALLY THAT DAY I ATE, BOUGHT GROCERRIES, MADE FOOD, EAT FOOD, MADE FOOD AGAIN AND EAT FOOD AGAIN. MOST. BLISSFUL. DAY. IN. MY. LIFE. EVERRRRRRR.&lt;br /&gt;Though that was only because the Christmas dinner needed an ENTIRE AFTERNOON TO PREPARE. it was the first time any of us roasted turky but we managed to make IT REALLLYYY NICEEE and i made PUMPKINNN SOUPP FROM SCRATTCHHH and i had to stuff a turky :S and with miho and viv we did EVERYTHINGGG which explains why we needed like 4-5 hours to prepare a single dinner. Though it was very nice. VERY NICE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, is there anymore to tell? plenty, actually but most of it escapes my mind right now because i've just typed up an entire slab ofr something that happened so recently yet so long ago. I wish i was there still :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah, confession night was kinda funny erk erk erk. AND OF COURSE, THE AWKWARD PIGSTY WHERE BASICALLY 8-9 PEOPLE SLEPT ON COUCHES AND MATTRESSES AND WOKE UP ALL TOGETHER, CAN NEVER FORGET THAT. I SLEPT ON A BED IN ANOTHER ROOM THOUGH. SORRY GUYS :( CAN'T SLEEP WHEN ZAC MOOS IN HIS SLEEP. AND WHEN WE WHISPERS DON'S NAME...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SO GAIIZ, I HOPE YOU READ THIS AND ALSO FEEL THE WAY I DO. I MISSYOU GUYS ALREADY TTATT MERRY CHRISTMAS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah the ATAR. SUCK IT, SUCK IT HARRRDDD.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheers,&lt;br /&gt;Steph&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let us YAY for 2012 :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1208346566704819796-611022751149464444?l=runaway--train.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://runaway--train.blogspot.com/feeds/611022751149464444/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1208346566704819796&amp;postID=611022751149464444' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1208346566704819796/posts/default/611022751149464444'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1208346566704819796/posts/default/611022751149464444'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://runaway--train.blogspot.com/2011/12/end.html' title='THE END'/><author><name>GreenTea--</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08825314545307298367</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_SihfXZ3xZQ0/SJBTnpV5uWI/AAAAAAAAAAw/yN0jZZNXviU/S220/CIMG1191.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1208346566704819796.post-3988912212565380899</id><published>2011-12-08T21:02:00.002+11:00</published><updated>2011-12-08T21:22:25.892+11:00</updated><title type='text'>NOO WAYYYY D:</title><content type='html'>The foremost interesting thing that strikes my mind right now is the tattoo on benny's back. Not because he has a tattoo, but rather the words of the tattoo which say, if i'm not mistaken, chan ho (canto) or chen ho (mando). The significance of these characters is not only benny's name but also my dad's name ( minus one other character). SOOOO THAT'S AWWWKWARRRRRDDDDDD&lt;br /&gt;I CLICK ON BENNY'S PROFILE PICTURE BECAUSE IT'S LIKE OH HE GOT A TATTOO AND I SEE MY DAD'S SHORTERED NAME, LIKE HIS NICKNAME, ON HIS BACK AND I'M LIKE OHHHH SLOW DOWN THERRRRRRRE BENNYYY, DAT MY DAD. BEFORE I REALISED IT WAS PROBABLY HIS NAME TOO. ERRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRK.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The second most interesting thing that strikes my mind is this guy that called in at the dental clinic today while i was working. I shall try recall the conversation exactly as it was.&lt;br /&gt;Guy:So, you're a dental nurse right? Is it okay if i ask you a few questions?&lt;br /&gt;Me: err sure, dental nurse.&lt;br /&gt;Guy: Okay, so do you change your gown after each patient?&lt;br /&gt;Me: err no, we wear the same gown the entire day.&lt;br /&gt;Guy: Oh alright then. What about your gloves and your mouth mask?&lt;br /&gt;Me: yeah we change those regularly.&lt;br /&gt;Guy: I see. So what do your gloves sound like?&lt;br /&gt;Me: WHAT?&lt;br /&gt;Guy: the sound a glove makes, like a smack. i can't describe it.&lt;br /&gt;Me: the sound...?&lt;br /&gt;Guy: is it alright if you can put on a glove for me.&lt;br /&gt;Me: over the phone?!&lt;br /&gt;Guy: yeah over the phone, put on a glove.&lt;br /&gt;Me: Errr okay.. just a moment.&lt;br /&gt;*Goes to get glove*&lt;br /&gt;Me: So i'm putting on a glove now&lt;br /&gt;*puts on a glove next to the reciever feeling very weird and awkward totally confused*&lt;br /&gt;Me: did you get it?&lt;br /&gt;Guy: Yeah i did! See it's kind of like a snap right? It'll make patients nervous.&lt;br /&gt;Me: err, not really.&lt;br /&gt;Guy: So one last question. If the dentist was like.. a sort of femme fatale... is it alright to wear boots to the clinic? Or is that against health regulations?&lt;br /&gt;Me: errr... ERRRRRRRRRRRR... i suppose it's okay. It depends on the doctor. ( i wear sneakers so i don't see a problem with boots you see)&lt;br /&gt;Guy: Right thanks!&lt;br /&gt;Me: so where are you calling from?&lt;br /&gt;Guy: oh i'm calling from home. You see, i'm writing this book.&lt;br /&gt;Me: *FINALLY UNDERSTANDING* OH I SEEEEEEEEEEEE, WELL GOOD LUCK WITH YOUR BOOK.&lt;br /&gt;Guy: Thanks for your help!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now if you put yourself in my shoes, a dental assistant that usually takes phone calls from asian si lais or old men who speak chinese and usually just making bookings or enquiries about the clinic, you may understand that this phone conversation was a very interesting one indeed. From what i gathered, his book will be about a femme fatale dentist who wears boots to the clinic and threatens her patients with the snap of her glove and there is also a lot of sexual tension because she may have the tendency to change gowns after every patient which may or may not attract unneccessary attention from good looking guys which have perfectly good teeth but go to see her anyway because she's a femme fatale.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I WANT TO READ IT LOL. JUST FOR THE LULZ.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another interesting thing, though i'm a little outdated, would be that LAST SUNDAY WE DROVE TO JERVIS BAY AND WE PICKED GIANT BLUEBERRIES AND ATE STONE GRILL FOR DINNER AND I DROVE LIKE HEAPS OF HOURS AND I GOT SO TIRED. IT WAS A PRACTICE RUN FOR OUR SCHOOLIES WHICH IS IN A WEEK AN DI CAN'T WAIT COS IT'S SO EXCITING COS WE ACTUALLY HAVE A SCHOOLIES THAT'S PROPERLY PLANNED AND EVERYTHING. WE'RE GOING HORSE RIDING SNORKELLING BUSHWALKING FISHING AND BERRY PICKING ZOMG ALL THE FOOD I'M GOING TO HAVE SO MUCH FUN AND I HOPE THE WEATHER WILL BE SWELTERING HOT AND FANTASTIC FOR THE BEAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAACH!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now you understnad how excited i am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another important thing however is to VISIT THIS SITE:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;www. peckish.etsy.com&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IT IS NOT A DODGY SITE. IT IS THE NEW ETSY I STARTED! the stuff is pretty plain and simple and i really doubt that any one would buy it BUT I'M SO PROUD OF IT BECAUSE I FINALLY MADE IT AND GOT IT ON THE SITE AND I GOT THROUGH IT ALL WITH MINIMAL DELAY!&lt;br /&gt;Spread around the love if you could :) i haven't had a sale yet but according to Tonia IT'S THE MOSTEXCITING THING EVERRR. oh i hope someone buys! :D :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND THANKS TONIA FOR ALL YOUR HELP AND ADVICE! That girl is so successful! :) Though i don't think she knows this blog exists. Oh well :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, that's all for now!&lt;br /&gt;Cheers!&lt;br /&gt;Steph.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1208346566704819796-3988912212565380899?l=runaway--train.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://runaway--train.blogspot.com/feeds/3988912212565380899/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1208346566704819796&amp;postID=3988912212565380899' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1208346566704819796/posts/default/3988912212565380899'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1208346566704819796/posts/default/3988912212565380899'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://runaway--train.blogspot.com/2011/12/noo-wayyyy-d.html' title='NOO WAYYYY D:'/><author><name>GreenTea--</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08825314545307298367</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_SihfXZ3xZQ0/SJBTnpV5uWI/AAAAAAAAAAw/yN0jZZNXviU/S220/CIMG1191.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1208346566704819796.post-7266928705238610473</id><published>2011-11-12T10:39:00.002+11:00</published><updated>2011-11-12T10:58:54.545+11:00</updated><title type='text'>HERMIT</title><content type='html'>I suppose i should rejoice in the fact that i have two blog posts in the vicinity of less than 3 months so YAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAYYYYYYYYYYYY. REJOICE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As the title of the post suggests, i am a hermit. Maybe I should put that into my description profile page which still says i'm 16. Das cool wit me. &lt;br /&gt;well the reason why this post is titled hermit is becauuuseeee I'M A HERMIT. I've sort of been lulling at home being a loner and doing nothing and having no consolation except reading Harry Potter all over again (which mind you, i'm having a fun time with)while others are going to parties and like, parties and like, BIRTHDAY PARTIES, and like PARTIES (which i haven't been invited to, of course.) While my bad luck never ceases to not surprise me, the day my ENTIRE GROUP GOES OUT i have a STUPID DENTIST APPOINTMENT and optom appointment that my mum booked later. D:&lt; and everyone had their's last week, i had to have mine when my entire bunch of friends (and when i say ENTIRE bunch of friends i mean ENTIRE BECAUSE I HAVE NO OTHER FRIENDS.WHATTAHERMIT)went out to have fun without me. Das cool :'( but i do hope you guys had fun, i guess we still have plenty of time to do it again i hope :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's only now i realise that there's probably one thing i regret about my high school life and that was my hermit exposure to people. I have some great friends mind you, i love them but i wish i got to know more people and make more friends. Even out of school my hermit impulse kicks in and i end up being a loner (again). Do i know anyone outside of school? Hardly. Do i have friends outside my friendship circle? Hardly. It's a little saddening to see people rejoice at birthday parties and parties and having fun hsc when i have actually gone to any 18ths yet. Mind you i'm still 17 and i suppose int eh future the one 18th i will attend to is mine btu even still ISN'T THAT DEPRESSING. THE ONLY 18TH I'LL EVER GO TO IS MINE OWN. OH MY GOODNESS! I won't complain now, it's way too late and it's very trivial anyway. School was very fun and i loved it and plus, Harry Potter requires my undivided attention. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah, aykut_86 struck again this morning except she (yes i have more deets now) started off teh conversation with LOOK I'M NAKED.&lt;br /&gt;Which i replied with, FANTASTIC. I DON'T GIVE A CRAP.&lt;br /&gt;aykut_86: A/S/L?&lt;br /&gt;( this goes to prove that i'm a giant hermit. i had to go to urban dictionary and type that in before i realised what it was which turned out to be Age/Sex/Location. fantastic i thought, my only consolation apart from hp is to be hit on by 25 year old turkish men over the internet.)&lt;br /&gt;i'm not sure whether it gets worse or better from here but i did reply&lt;br /&gt;Steph: ? ( because i hadn't checked it up on urban dictionary yet. at this point, i was still oblivious to aykut_86 intentions)&lt;br /&gt;Aykut_86: 23/F/FL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the point where i'm so angry with myself that i didn't do something about this earlier. WHAT THE HECK AM I DOING, CHATTING WITH STRANGERS. so i blocked her and also deleted her too and chucked a rage about how stupid i was and why i have sunk so low as to chat with strangers who think i'm a guy. CAN THEY NOT TELL BY MY EMAIL THAT I AM IN NOW WAY A STRAIGHT GUY. PEOPLE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well i need to go now cos i'm hanging with my parents. I've spent a lot a lot of time with my parents and i'm glad about that. I didn't want this as a hate complain aboout my life post but it sure seems that way. Don't worry, the case is not as bad as i complained, i do have friends, just subtle ones.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did i attend Erin's 18th? or was that 17th? i can't remember.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The angriness in the post might be aimed at my monolids, which i don't like right now due to the fact when i try to put make up on ( for formal. yes i'm stressing about it a lot) i look like i've been punched by a panda. TWICE. o;LKAJD;FKLAJER!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheers,&lt;br /&gt;Steph&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1208346566704819796-7266928705238610473?l=runaway--train.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://runaway--train.blogspot.com/feeds/7266928705238610473/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1208346566704819796&amp;postID=7266928705238610473' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1208346566704819796/posts/default/7266928705238610473'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1208346566704819796/posts/default/7266928705238610473'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://runaway--train.blogspot.com/2011/11/hermit.html' title='HERMIT'/><author><name>GreenTea--</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08825314545307298367</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_SihfXZ3xZQ0/SJBTnpV5uWI/AAAAAAAAAAw/yN0jZZNXviU/S220/CIMG1191.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1208346566704819796.post-2502728878614035334</id><published>2011-11-01T23:08:00.002+11:00</published><updated>2011-11-01T23:13:14.464+11:00</updated><title type='text'>HI LIFE!</title><content type='html'>HEY GUYS GUESS WHO'S BACK WITH A BRAND NEW LIFE?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHA I'M NOT TELLING.&lt;br /&gt;but i'm sure you can probably guess by now that WOLLAH! (VOILA) THE THIRD CHAPTER IN MY LIFE HAS OFFICIALLY ENDED. i meant to say that with a little big of nostalgia but right now, it's exciting. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I finished my HSC bro :) YOUUUUUUUU EXCITTEEDDDDD? MEEE TOOOOOOOO!&lt;br /&gt;i guess i haven't much to say except i'd just keep going on about how EXCITED AND HAPPY I AM BUT HERE, A BIT OF LAUGH:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so some random msn's me and i have no idea who it is. this email is aykut_86@hotmail.com&lt;br /&gt;if anyone ACTUALLY knows who it is, please, enlighten me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;★☆★☆★ says:&lt;br /&gt;*:-)&lt;br /&gt;              Step!     says:&lt;br /&gt;*hello!&lt;br /&gt;*sorry to ask but who is this?&lt;br /&gt;★☆★☆★ says:&lt;br /&gt;*don't take this the wrong way but can i tell you a secret, it has to do with you...&lt;br /&gt;*no need to say sorry&lt;br /&gt;              Step!     says:&lt;br /&gt;*..?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So i thought that this was a bot or something and it probably is but it also took AGES TO REPLY LIKE 30 MINS OR SOMETHING which is rare for bots i think....&lt;br /&gt;BUT NEVERTHELESS i googled aykut_86 and it came up with this random gamers site whose someones username is aykut 86 and it was a guy from&lt;br /&gt;TURKEY&lt;br /&gt;AND HE WAS 25.&lt;br /&gt;FANTASTIC, RANDOM STALKERS! JUST THE THING I NEED. EITHER WAY I SORT OF WANTED TO KNOW WHAT SECRET HE HAD IN STORE FOR ME SO I TRIED TO WAIT AROUND FOR HIM TO REPLY BUT HE NEVER SEEMED TO SO I JUST CLOSED IT AND NOW I'M BLOGGING ABOUT IT!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i hate random stalkers from the other side of the world.... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but on a better note&lt;br /&gt;GOOD LUCK GAIZ, JUST A FEW MORE DAYS! LET US PARTAY HARDDDDD!!! ;D my defintion of party is basically sleeping and watching tv YAY! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheers,&lt;br /&gt;Steph &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS: perhaps now this major bitch in my life has now died ( HSC ) i will get back to the bosom of my blog. i'm thinking of a new skin :) cos this one is kinda old...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1208346566704819796-2502728878614035334?l=runaway--train.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://runaway--train.blogspot.com/feeds/2502728878614035334/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1208346566704819796&amp;postID=2502728878614035334' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1208346566704819796/posts/default/2502728878614035334'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1208346566704819796/posts/default/2502728878614035334'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://runaway--train.blogspot.com/2011/11/hi-life.html' title='HI LIFE!'/><author><name>GreenTea--</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08825314545307298367</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_SihfXZ3xZQ0/SJBTnpV5uWI/AAAAAAAAAAw/yN0jZZNXviU/S220/CIMG1191.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1208346566704819796.post-2489665460509946323</id><published>2011-09-19T17:44:00.002+10:00</published><updated>2011-09-19T17:51:41.305+10:00</updated><title type='text'>PEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE'S</title><content type='html'>SO ONE DAY BEFORE MY DRIVING EXAM IN THE CAR MY BRO GOES&lt;br /&gt;" OH MY DAD GOT YOU PEE'S TODAY!"&lt;br /&gt;AND I TOOK A WHILE AND SAID&lt;br /&gt;" WASABI PEAS! OMG HAVEN'T HAD WASABI PEAS IN SO LONG!"&lt;br /&gt;AND THERE WAS AN AWKWARD SILENCE BEFORE MY BRO CRACKED UP.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHHAAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHA I HAVEN'T BEEN THIS HAPPY AND EXCITED FOR A LONG&lt;br /&gt;HENCE THE BLOGGING. HI THARR JENNN DID YOU MISS MEE?&lt;br /&gt;ALL CAPS DOENS'T MEAN I'M SHOUTING BTW, IT JUST MEANS I'M EXCITED!&lt;br /&gt;I DONT' RELALY HAVE MUCH TO SAY EXCEPT THAT&lt;br /&gt;I GOT MY PEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE'S&lt;br /&gt;AND IT MAKES ME REALLY HAPPY COS COS I WANT TO RUB IT IN ALL THE GUY'S FACES WHEN I TELL THEM I GOT MY PEE'S IN A MANUAL CAR FOR THE FIRST ATTEMPT AT CASTLE HILL RTA.&lt;br /&gt;YAYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYY&lt;br /&gt;AND ALSO NOW I CAN FINALLY GO ANYWHERE ANYTIME!&lt;br /&gt;AND AND JERVIS BAY IS JUST ROUND THE CORNER ( NOT LITERALLY) BUT THAT YAYYYYYYYY I CAN GO DRIVINGGGGGGGGGG!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WELL I'VE STIL GOT A BUNCH OF APPLICAITONS TO FILL SO I GUESS THIS IS IT KIDDIES :p I'LL TRY TO BLOG MORE ( THE KEY WORD IS TRY) BUT I GUESS I DONT' HAVE MUCH TO SAY, I DONT' WANT TO MAKE IT INTO AN EMO BLOG THAT'S WHY I STOPPED THE COMPLAINO RAMBLOS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CHEERS, STEPH&lt;br /&gt;MIHO, I PROMISED YOU I'D TAKE YOU TO THE ENTRANCE/CENTRAL COAST AND ERINA AND I WILL NOW. JEN YOU BETTER COME ALONG :p ( I WANNA GO BEFORE HSC! OR IF NOT, AFTER!)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1208346566704819796-2489665460509946323?l=runaway--train.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://runaway--train.blogspot.com/feeds/2489665460509946323/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1208346566704819796&amp;postID=2489665460509946323' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1208346566704819796/posts/default/2489665460509946323'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1208346566704819796/posts/default/2489665460509946323'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://runaway--train.blogspot.com/2011/09/peeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeees.html' title='PEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE&apos;S'/><author><name>GreenTea--</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08825314545307298367</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_SihfXZ3xZQ0/SJBTnpV5uWI/AAAAAAAAAAw/yN0jZZNXviU/S220/CIMG1191.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1208346566704819796.post-155770164288225840</id><published>2011-08-18T12:10:00.001+10:00</published><updated>2011-08-18T12:11:51.209+10:00</updated><title type='text'>On a good note</title><content type='html'>TRIALS ARE OVER. WOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IT MAKES ME SO GOOD TO THINK THAT I'VE ONLY GOT ONE SET OF EXAMS LEFT IN 2 MONTHS BUT HEY WHO CARES COS I'LL NEVER HAVE TO WRITE AN ESSAY AGAIN. EXCEPT ONE MORE TIME.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on a bad note, no one will go shopping with me today and i feel very sad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BOOOOOOOOOOO&lt;br /&gt;Steph&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1208346566704819796-155770164288225840?l=runaway--train.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://runaway--train.blogspot.com/feeds/155770164288225840/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1208346566704819796&amp;postID=155770164288225840' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1208346566704819796/posts/default/155770164288225840'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1208346566704819796/posts/default/155770164288225840'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://runaway--train.blogspot.com/2011/08/on-good-note.html' title='On a good note'/><author><name>GreenTea--</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08825314545307298367</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_SihfXZ3xZQ0/SJBTnpV5uWI/AAAAAAAAAAw/yN0jZZNXviU/S220/CIMG1191.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1208346566704819796.post-8977863310174537448</id><published>2011-07-23T11:50:00.002+10:00</published><updated>2011-07-23T11:54:01.162+10:00</updated><title type='text'>:( :( :(</title><content type='html'>MY LIFE IS NOW OVER COS I SPEND FROM 9 TILL 3 AT INTUITION ON SATURDAYS AND SUNDAYS.&lt;br /&gt;AND ON FRIDAY ARVO TOO.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OH NO!&lt;br /&gt;:( I DON'T HAVE TIME FOR ANYTHING ANYMORE.&lt;br /&gt;GOODBYE LIFE, I'LL SEE YOU IN ABOUT 4 MONTHS TIME...&lt;br /&gt;I'LL MISS YOU.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CHEERS,&lt;br /&gt;STEPH&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1208346566704819796-8977863310174537448?l=runaway--train.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://runaway--train.blogspot.com/feeds/8977863310174537448/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1208346566704819796&amp;postID=8977863310174537448' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1208346566704819796/posts/default/8977863310174537448'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1208346566704819796/posts/default/8977863310174537448'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://runaway--train.blogspot.com/2011/07/blog-post.html' title=':( :( :('/><author><name>GreenTea--</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08825314545307298367</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_SihfXZ3xZQ0/SJBTnpV5uWI/AAAAAAAAAAw/yN0jZZNXviU/S220/CIMG1191.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1208346566704819796.post-6984894145690698738</id><published>2011-07-18T21:50:00.002+10:00</published><updated>2011-07-18T22:01:00.095+10:00</updated><title type='text'>failure</title><content type='html'>So the past few days, everything has been about my failures and its sort of depressing me that that's all i am able to blog about. Don't get me wrong, i'd like to think of myself as a cheery person, always looking the better side of life but right now i can only feel failure in my bones.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So i heard that Harleen got into pwc! congrats! :P she always makes everything. like a boss...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pwc and ey, why do you treat me this way? i might be minutely less upset if you just gave me a rejection email. just any kind of response instead of making me think that i disgust you so much you won't even email me a rejection letter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sid got an interview and even though he didnt' make it through, the interviewer called him and told him that he didnt' make it through and they had an enjoyable chat for 20 mins about how Sid was probably too smart for the cadetship/accounting. That he needed diversity and accounting just didn't cater for that and he'd be perfect for investment banking. That's exactly what he wanted to hear i bet. What a nice interviewer. He got feedback on it. What a nice guy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My rejection email for the UBS interview however was vastle different. IT was just an email saying i had not been short listed and that i am not allowed to ask for feedback. I do kind of wish they did give me some sort of feedback so i get something out of that experience but because they didn't, i didn't. I only feel rejection and an unwantedness. I guess that's probably because UBS did it through some sort of recuitment agency, and those are ( quite obviously now) cold hearted cos they dont' actually have an interviewer who cares for the company ( ie UBS).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And when i think of vball, it makes my stomach hurt.&lt;br /&gt;so i must go see Mr Drew and apologize before this guilt worm eats me inside out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've also wasted an entire holiday on doing nothing. I mean it this time, i did nothing. Mr Mcdavitt has disappointed me as always and mainly because of that i have made no progress. Mr Mcnicol is too busy play WOW to mark my major work and essays. I guess Mai is my only consolation, she's the only one who replied. I love Mai.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So instead of doing work, i just sat around listening to jap conversations, feeling better about myself when i listen to band 1 and feeling jelly when i listen to band 6. I also listened to viet speaking and their language sounds a bit funny. I also listened to chinese and i am a bit jelly that erin has a huge advantage cos even i understnad the speaking ( and THATS saying something). Now i wish i did chinese cos it's so easy.&lt;br /&gt;Why do i struggle in jap speaking? i can't even be bothered anymore. it's no use.&lt;br /&gt;I can't be bothered with anything in fact ecause all these failures have already killed my will to even try.&lt;br /&gt;I'm now sounding very pathetic but i dont' care.&lt;br /&gt;blogging is also wasting my time. i shoudl spend it on the reflection statement but because of Mcnicol ( again), i cannot do it because i'm not sure what to do.&lt;br /&gt;well i guess i do because i read some during my procrastination but i just don't have the heart to put my heart in it. hah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well that's a pretty depressing post guys, you shoudln't be here reading it in the first place though. I'm just feeling very very very very fail. &lt;br /&gt;I just hate being so disappointed about everything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheers, ( hahaha)&lt;br /&gt;Steph&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1208346566704819796-6984894145690698738?l=runaway--train.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://runaway--train.blogspot.com/feeds/6984894145690698738/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1208346566704819796&amp;postID=6984894145690698738' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1208346566704819796/posts/default/6984894145690698738'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1208346566704819796/posts/default/6984894145690698738'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://runaway--train.blogspot.com/2011/07/failure.html' title='failure'/><author><name>GreenTea--</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08825314545307298367</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_SihfXZ3xZQ0/SJBTnpV5uWI/AAAAAAAAAAw/yN0jZZNXviU/S220/CIMG1191.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1208346566704819796.post-3011294248829750566</id><published>2011-07-16T12:33:00.001+10:00</published><updated>2011-07-16T12:34:53.068+10:00</updated><title type='text'>SCHOOL IS STARTING AGAIN</title><content type='html'>ALREADY! so quick!&lt;br /&gt;i haven't much to blog, i wonder if i can keep up during school term lol :P LAST TERM ZOMG&lt;br /&gt;it makes me feel so old.&lt;br /&gt;On another note, i think i will have to kill those people who have not handed stuff in to Yearbook.&lt;br /&gt;WATCH OUT, I'M OUT TO EAT YOU D: &lt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheers, &lt;br /&gt;Steph&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1208346566704819796-3011294248829750566?l=runaway--train.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://runaway--train.blogspot.com/feeds/3011294248829750566/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1208346566704819796&amp;postID=3011294248829750566' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1208346566704819796/posts/default/3011294248829750566'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1208346566704819796/posts/default/3011294248829750566'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://runaway--train.blogspot.com/2011/07/school-is-starting-again.html' title='SCHOOL IS STARTING AGAIN'/><author><name>GreenTea--</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08825314545307298367</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_SihfXZ3xZQ0/SJBTnpV5uWI/AAAAAAAAAAw/yN0jZZNXviU/S220/CIMG1191.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1208346566704819796.post-5155893857811332465</id><published>2011-07-13T18:29:00.004+10:00</published><updated>2011-07-13T18:32:53.644+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Disappointed.</title><content type='html'>There are two things that disappoint me greatly today.&lt;br /&gt;one is whipping cream or unwhipped cream or wrongly whipped cream or cream that won't whip.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the second would be my english teacher. both of them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;make room for a third, which would be the person wasting time in front of a computer instead of making up for the time lost trying to whip the unwhippable cream.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh poo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy 18th Birthday Erin!&lt;br /&gt;you are ( quite officially now compared to all the other years where i have said this) old now.&lt;br /&gt;But at least you can celebrate :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheers, &lt;br /&gt;Steph&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1208346566704819796-5155893857811332465?l=runaway--train.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://runaway--train.blogspot.com/feeds/5155893857811332465/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1208346566704819796&amp;postID=5155893857811332465' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1208346566704819796/posts/default/5155893857811332465'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1208346566704819796/posts/default/5155893857811332465'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://runaway--train.blogspot.com/2011/07/disappointed.html' title='Disappointed.'/><author><name>GreenTea--</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08825314545307298367</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_SihfXZ3xZQ0/SJBTnpV5uWI/AAAAAAAAAAw/yN0jZZNXviU/S220/CIMG1191.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1208346566704819796.post-971319994725823651</id><published>2011-07-11T22:31:00.003+10:00</published><updated>2011-07-11T22:37:07.456+10:00</updated><title type='text'>ewwww.</title><content type='html'>so, i suck at talking. PwC has called everyone and i've yet to hear from them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to dig a hole and sleep in it forever.&lt;br /&gt;I hate interviews.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on a funnier note, i read this old birthday card that i gave my mother and i am the best speller in the world.&lt;br /&gt;it read:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear Karn ( my mum's name is Karen)&lt;br /&gt;Happy Birthday! wish yaor drems when you blow the cadls! enjoy your ##st/nd/th birthday! love from yoar tallta and yoar son, Stephanie and Lieslie ( my brother's name is Leslie)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh it's because of this that i suck at interviews now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheers, Steph&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1208346566704819796-971319994725823651?l=runaway--train.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://runaway--train.blogspot.com/feeds/971319994725823651/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1208346566704819796&amp;postID=971319994725823651' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1208346566704819796/posts/default/971319994725823651'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1208346566704819796/posts/default/971319994725823651'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://runaway--train.blogspot.com/2011/07/ewwww.html' title='ewwww.'/><author><name>GreenTea--</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08825314545307298367</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_SihfXZ3xZQ0/SJBTnpV5uWI/AAAAAAAAAAw/yN0jZZNXviU/S220/CIMG1191.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1208346566704819796.post-6018286170555796926</id><published>2011-07-10T22:54:00.003+10:00</published><updated>2011-07-10T23:01:51.318+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Hi there!</title><content type='html'>i think it might be a record, this giant gap of no posts!&lt;br /&gt;well firstly, I'M SEVENTEEN! AS OF A WEEK AND A HALF AGO! but it's still real weird when i think I'M SEVENTEEN! cos i don't feel that much different and now ERIN IS TURNING EIGHTEEN. my excitement over my own birthday is always overshadowed by how old i think she is :P&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHAHAHAHAHHAH DW ERIN, ONLY 18 IT'S JUST THE START OF YOUR DETERIORATION!&lt;br /&gt;nahh, you'll have a great 18th. :) idk what to get you but i'll think of something valuabe and memorable.&lt;br /&gt;i could complain more about my english teachers.&lt;br /&gt;stupid, so much for 3 day turn-over. i think he forgot about me :'( oh its reason to cry for. &lt;br /&gt;and now i'm literally drowning neck deep in work. i can't get on top of it like i can't' get on top of a swimming pool that has high walls cos i have weak arm/ab muscles.&lt;br /&gt;WHICH SUCKS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and talking abotu vball makes me angry!&lt;br /&gt;WHY WHY WHY MY PERFORMANCE IS SO BAD. I PLAYED 6 YEARS WITH TRAINIGN NEARLY EVERY WEEK AND I HIT LIKE A KITTEN. WORSE. I HIT LIKE A KITTEN THAT CAN'T HOLD IN ITS PEE. IT JUST AR;LKJAD;LKFJAE;RLKJA&lt;br /&gt;THE BALL JUST DRIBBLES OVER AND IT MAKES ME SO MAD&lt;br /&gt;I FEEL SO MAD&lt;br /&gt;AND IT'S BEEN 2 WEEKS. nearly. SO SO MAD. i have shamed everyone&lt;br /&gt;the team&lt;br /&gt;myself&lt;br /&gt;and Mr Drew.&lt;br /&gt;i think i will apologize to him later for playing like he never taught me anything. i have also embarrassed myself in front of the year 10's 11's and 12.s they probably think that i'm only on the team out of pity and sympathy and GOD. EVEN FOR A BAD DAY OF VBALL, THIS IS THE WORST. I DONT' EVEN KNOW WHY, IT'S LIKE I COMPELTELY JUST ZONED OUT.&lt;br /&gt;maggie was right, i just had to snap back in&lt;br /&gt;BUT WHY DO I ALWAYAS LACKTHE COURAGE TO JUST HIT IT LIKE I DO IN TRAINING. I ALWAYS GO THE STUPID 40% AND AS A RESULT, EVEN LOLLIPOPS AREN'T EFFICIENT ADJECTIVES TO DESCRIBE HOW BAD IT WAS.&lt;br /&gt;AND THE SERVING.&lt;br /&gt;ARGH.&lt;br /&gt;I DONT' EVEN WANT TO TALK ABOUT IT ANYMORE.&lt;br /&gt;WHY DOES IT FRUSTRATE ME SO MUCH. I'M SO SORRY MR DREW, I COST YOU THE GOLD. THAT LOVELY GOLD THAT I COST YOU LAST YEAR AFTER 8 YEARS OF GOLDS. I'M AM ABSLUTE FAILURE IN BAULKO VBALL HISTORY AND I HATE IT.&lt;br /&gt;I'M SORRY BAULKO. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm still very angry but i've now unlocked my caps lock. :( good thing nobody will read this cos they think i never post anymore. i'm sick of writing essays but at least my history and memory essay is finished meaning, I'LL NEVER HAVE TO WRITE A 'NEW' ESSAY AGAIN! YES YES YES YES YES!&lt;br /&gt;that is somethign to celebrate for.&lt;br /&gt;and now, to slink back into the corners of my warm bed and to sulk about how much i hate myself for failing in vball. i'm so ashamed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheers, Steph :(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1208346566704819796-6018286170555796926?l=runaway--train.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://runaway--train.blogspot.com/feeds/6018286170555796926/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1208346566704819796&amp;postID=6018286170555796926' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1208346566704819796/posts/default/6018286170555796926'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1208346566704819796/posts/default/6018286170555796926'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://runaway--train.blogspot.com/2011/07/i-think-it-might-be-record-this-giant.html' title='Hi there!'/><author><name>GreenTea--</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08825314545307298367</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_SihfXZ3xZQ0/SJBTnpV5uWI/AAAAAAAAAAw/yN0jZZNXviU/S220/CIMG1191.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1208346566704819796.post-7685031151579504231</id><published>2011-03-21T17:00:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2011-03-21T17:01:22.541+11:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>MY ENGLISH TEACHERS' INEFFICIENCY MAKES ME WANT TO CRY.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1208346566704819796-7685031151579504231?l=runaway--train.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://runaway--train.blogspot.com/feeds/7685031151579504231/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1208346566704819796&amp;postID=7685031151579504231' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1208346566704819796/posts/default/7685031151579504231'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1208346566704819796/posts/default/7685031151579504231'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://runaway--train.blogspot.com/2011/03/my-english-teachers-inefficiency-makes.html' title=''/><author><name>GreenTea--</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08825314545307298367</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_SihfXZ3xZQ0/SJBTnpV5uWI/AAAAAAAAAAw/yN0jZZNXviU/S220/CIMG1191.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1208346566704819796.post-545570498477660551</id><published>2011-03-16T20:39:00.001+11:00</published><updated>2011-03-16T20:40:34.535+11:00</updated><title type='text'>I Hate You.</title><content type='html'>THE MISTER MCFAILS. ENOUGH SAID.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I HATE YOU!&lt;br /&gt;GIVE IT BACK NOW! NOW NOW NOW NOW!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TTATT&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1208346566704819796-545570498477660551?l=runaway--train.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://runaway--train.blogspot.com/feeds/545570498477660551/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1208346566704819796&amp;postID=545570498477660551' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1208346566704819796/posts/default/545570498477660551'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1208346566704819796/posts/default/545570498477660551'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://runaway--train.blogspot.com/2011/03/i-hate-you.html' title='I Hate You.'/><author><name>GreenTea--</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08825314545307298367</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_SihfXZ3xZQ0/SJBTnpV5uWI/AAAAAAAAAAw/yN0jZZNXviU/S220/CIMG1191.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1208346566704819796.post-123328632271217553</id><published>2011-03-13T21:41:00.002+11:00</published><updated>2011-03-13T21:43:56.010+11:00</updated><title type='text'>HAPPAY 2O11!</title><content type='html'>So this is my first post of 2011.&lt;br /&gt;HOW VERY DISAPPOINTING! I'M SUCH A BAD BLOGGER I'M SO SORRY BUT I CEEBS GOING THROUGH THE SUMMER HOLS, MY RESOLUTIONS.. WHAT HAPPENED AT CAMP.. THE WORK LOAD I HAVE.&lt;br /&gt;SO I'LL SUMMARIZE IT IN A NUTSHELL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IT'S HSC, SO I'M GOING TO STUDY HARD THIS YEAR. WHICH PROBABLY MEANS LESS THINGS WILL HAPPEN MEANING LESS THINGS TO BLOG ABOUT, I'M SORRY BLOG I STILL LOVE YOU.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SO, I'M GOING TO STUDY HARD. A TOTAL UNDERSTATEMENT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND I'M GOING TO STUDY REAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAL HARD&lt;br /&gt;THAT'S THE NEW YEARS RESOLUTION AND ALSO,&lt;br /&gt;DON'T FORGET THE GOOD THINGS GUYS :) HSC IS NOT EVERYTHING.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LIFE HAS BETTER THINGS .. LIKE BLOGGING!&lt;br /&gt;oh i wish i had more things to blog about...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, CHEERS!&lt;br /&gt;gotta do ee1 creative D: &lt; &lt;br /&gt;"better things in life" indeed...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheers, Steph :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1208346566704819796-123328632271217553?l=runaway--train.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://runaway--train.blogspot.com/feeds/123328632271217553/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1208346566704819796&amp;postID=123328632271217553' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1208346566704819796/posts/default/123328632271217553'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1208346566704819796/posts/default/123328632271217553'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://runaway--train.blogspot.com/2011/03/happay-2o11.html' title='HAPPAY 2O11!'/><author><name>GreenTea--</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08825314545307298367</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_SihfXZ3xZQ0/SJBTnpV5uWI/AAAAAAAAAAw/yN0jZZNXviU/S220/CIMG1191.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1208346566704819796.post-2517406585100811598</id><published>2010-12-29T21:41:00.003+11:00</published><updated>2010-12-29T21:44:58.471+11:00</updated><title type='text'>OH MY GOODNESS.</title><content type='html'>OH MY GOODNESS DANIEL YANG.&lt;br /&gt;I THOUGHT THAT YOU WEREN'T COMING ONLINE BECAUSE YOU WERE TOO BUSY STUDYING&lt;br /&gt;BUT I SIGN ON TO FB TODAY AND I SEE THAT YOU REPLY TO ;KJLADF;KJLAS POST 3 HOURS AGO.&lt;br /&gt;I GAVE YOU AN OFFLINE MSN MESSAGE&lt;br /&gt;LIKE A WEEK AGO?!&lt;br /&gt;AND ANOTHER ONE  A FEW DAYS AGO, NEITHER OF WHICH GOT A REPLY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HERE I WAS THINKING YOU WERE HOLING YOURSELF.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I AM DEEPLY CUT AND VERY VERY UNHAPPY. I HAVE BEEN SITTING HERE WONDERING ABOUT LOG QUESTIONS, THINKING ABOUT HOW I HAVEN'T TALKED TO YOU IN A LONG TIME, FEELING BAD FOR RAGING AT YOU FOR STUDYING TOO MUCH AND WANTING TO APOLOGIZE FOR IT AND WANTING TO CATCH UP AS FRIENDS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BUT YOU NEVER REPLIED ME.&lt;br /&gt;BUT YOU WENT ON FB AND AD;KLFJAE;KLJRAD;FKJAD POSTED.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;VERY VERY UNHAPPY AND UPSET. ): YOU'RE PROBABLY TOO BUSY REPLYING TO FB POSTS OR STUDYING TO READ MY BLOG ANYMORE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;VERY VERY UNHAPPY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CHEERS TO EVERYONE BUT DANIEL YANG, WHY DIDN'T YOU REPLYY TO MEEEEE T___________T&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Steph.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1208346566704819796-2517406585100811598?l=runaway--train.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://runaway--train.blogspot.com/feeds/2517406585100811598/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1208346566704819796&amp;postID=2517406585100811598' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1208346566704819796/posts/default/2517406585100811598'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1208346566704819796/posts/default/2517406585100811598'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://runaway--train.blogspot.com/2010/12/oh-my-goodness-daniel-yang.html' title='OH MY GOODNESS.'/><author><name>GreenTea--</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08825314545307298367</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_SihfXZ3xZQ0/SJBTnpV5uWI/AAAAAAAAAAw/yN0jZZNXviU/S220/CIMG1191.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1208346566704819796.post-8131464121961955764</id><published>2010-12-17T21:22:00.003+11:00</published><updated>2010-12-25T22:29:05.630+11:00</updated><title type='text'>Woops.</title><content type='html'>Again it's been like a super long long time since i last blogged, iguess jen rubbed off on me and i switched onto ceebs mode XD but at least now i'm here with something trivial to blog about&lt;br /&gt;but we'll start with the non trivial stuff.&lt;br /&gt;SCHOOL FINISHED! HURRAY HOLIDAYS! HURRAY HK! &lt;br /&gt;ECO CAME BACK! HURRAY I BEAT YOU! YOU KNOW WHO YOU ARE ;D&lt;br /&gt;TODAY WAS DAMIENS BIRTHDAY/LEAVING AUS PARTY! it was sad on the leaving part BUT HAPPY COS IT WAS HIS BIRTHDAY! AND HAPPY COS ME AND MIHO WHIPPED UP A SUPER COOL PRESENT IN LIKE AN HOUR AND HE LOVED IT!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY DAMIEN! GOOD LUCK!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so when we were buying his present, the dog tag that is we walked into angus and cootes and was served by an asian lady. she was very efficient and we soon found what we wanted and wa sbuying it and while she was wrapping it up.. SOMEHOW teh topic turned onto selective schools, LIKE HOW ASIAN IS THAT?! TO TURN THE CONVERSATION ONTO HSC AND SELECTIVE SCHOOLS.&lt;br /&gt;THEN SHE STARTS BOASTING&lt;br /&gt;" MY SON GOES TO SYDNEY BOYS!"&lt;br /&gt;WELL WOOP. COS THERE'S LIKE 15 OF US STANDING IN ANGUS AND COOTES AND IT'S LIKE&lt;br /&gt;CHYEAH BABAYYYY WE GO TO DA BAULKO.&lt;br /&gt;THEN SHE'S LIKE&lt;br /&gt;OH BUT BAULKO FAILED WITH A 4TH&lt;br /&gt;omg. SNAPT. so i sort of cracked up on the inside on how asian the conversation was&lt;br /&gt;( mind you she was still wrapping the present and we were PAYING HER MONEYS)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My brother and dad went to commonwealth bank today and guess who they saw? ( as in, who served them?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A GIRL WITH A NAME TAG THAT SAYS BARBARA!&lt;br /&gt;I LOVE BARBARA she's so funny! though i woudln't like her to be my bank manager she's still a rather very funny character. AND THERES BARBARA AT CBA!&lt;br /&gt;OHO SO FUNNY! my dad even saide she was rather unhelpful. ROFLOL!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;________THE ABOVE WAS WRITTEN LAST LAST FRIDAY______________&lt;br /&gt;BUT THAT NIGHT I WAS TIRED, SO I STOPPED BLOGGING AND SINCE I'VE BEEN TOO LAZY TO CONTINUE UNTIL NOW :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MERRY CHRISTMAS PEOPLE! it's already been another year, but i seem to say this every year so... yeah :) just have a BRILLIANT TIME PEOPLE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i do recall that i had a few things i wanted to blog about which escapes me right now.&lt;br /&gt;xD woops, that does suck for you guys who bother to read... HUM.&lt;br /&gt;OH I RMB. YESTERDAY!&lt;br /&gt;I WENT ON MY VERY VERY FIRST ROAD TRIP. AS IN WITH ME DRIVING &gt;:D JERRROUSSS?&lt;br /&gt;YEAH I'M SO COOL. I DROVE TO TERRIGAL. ALL THE WAY IN MY LITTLE MANUAL CAR JUST TO HAVE FISH AND CHIPS FOR LUNCH ( which mind you wre SO EXPENSIVE. LIKE ITS JUST FISH AND CHIPS GEEZ)AND MY DAD'S LIKE&lt;br /&gt;CHYEAH LET'S GO TODAY. AND I'M LIKE HECKKK YEAHHHHHH!&lt;br /&gt;WE PURPOSELY DIDN'T TAKE THE FREE WAY ( COS IT'S BORING AND I CAN ONLY GOT 80 SAD SAD FACE) SO WE TOOK THE MOUNTAIN ROADS AND I WAS LIKE&lt;br /&gt;PHWOAAARRRRR SO COOOL!&lt;br /&gt;cos i felt like i was in INTIAL D! ALL THE WINDY ROADS AND STUFF AND I WAS IN LIKE A MANUAL TOO SO IT WAS LIKE&lt;br /&gt;VRROOOOOOOM VRROOOOOOOOOM SWERRRRVEEE CHYEAHHHHHH (H)&lt;br /&gt;( beside the fact that they reduced the speed limit to ONLY 60. LIKE WTHECK D:&lt; INTIAL D MAN!)&lt;br /&gt;but even at 60 IT WAS STILL SUPER FUN! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JERROUS? :) I GOT SO TIRED AFTERWARD , my dad drove back in like an hour and a bit...&lt;br /&gt;BUT HEHEHEHEHEHEHE I'M SO HAPPY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;um. i forget the other thing i wanted to blog about. this is really bugging me but i hope this is somewhat, enough to make up for my lack of blog! ( jen! i've finally blogged!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=D if i rmb what i wnated to blog, I'LL BE SURE TO BLOG.&lt;br /&gt;MERRY CHRISTMAS PEOPLE! :) AND HAPPY NEW YEAR!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CHEERS!&lt;br /&gt;Steph&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1208346566704819796-8131464121961955764?l=runaway--train.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://runaway--train.blogspot.com/feeds/8131464121961955764/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1208346566704819796&amp;postID=8131464121961955764' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1208346566704819796/posts/default/8131464121961955764'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1208346566704819796/posts/default/8131464121961955764'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://runaway--train.blogspot.com/2010/12/woops.html' title='Woops.'/><author><name>GreenTea--</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08825314545307298367</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_SihfXZ3xZQ0/SJBTnpV5uWI/AAAAAAAAAAw/yN0jZZNXviU/S220/CIMG1191.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1208346566704819796.post-8762002652114809953</id><published>2010-11-29T21:55:00.002+11:00</published><updated>2010-11-29T21:56:47.976+11:00</updated><title type='text'>WHAT SEDUCTIVE STYLE ARE YOU?!</title><content type='html'>i don't know about you but Zac told me to do this quiz ( because they all did it) and post it on my blog (so i did) and here are the results!&lt;br /&gt;errr.... so, how does it sound guys? YAY OR NAY?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.sundancechannel.com/seduction/#goods/quiz"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;img src="http://www.sundancechannel.com/seduction/images/blogimages/midas_touch.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i read all the other results, it's kinda funny&lt;br /&gt;:P please do and tell me your result. this is sort of amusing and i wish miho had internet. DAMN.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheers!&lt;br /&gt;Steph&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1208346566704819796-8762002652114809953?l=runaway--train.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://runaway--train.blogspot.com/feeds/8762002652114809953/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1208346566704819796&amp;postID=8762002652114809953' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1208346566704819796/posts/default/8762002652114809953'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1208346566704819796/posts/default/8762002652114809953'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://runaway--train.blogspot.com/2010/11/what-seductive-style-are-you.html' title='WHAT SEDUCTIVE STYLE ARE YOU?!'/><author><name>GreenTea--</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08825314545307298367</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_SihfXZ3xZQ0/SJBTnpV5uWI/AAAAAAAAAAw/yN0jZZNXviU/S220/CIMG1191.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1208346566704819796.post-7815880684398657554</id><published>2010-11-24T17:12:00.003+11:00</published><updated>2010-11-24T17:17:52.443+11:00</updated><title type='text'>100th POST!</title><content type='html'>CONGRATULATIONS! THIS IS THE 100TH POST! BUT SORRY TO DISAPPOINT YOU GUYS! IT'S GOING TO BE SHORT AND UNINTERESTING.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FACT: IF MC DAVITT DOESN'T COME BACK SOON ( AND IF IT IS TRUE THAT HE GOT INTO A MOTORCYCLE ACCIDENT, IF HE DOESN'T GET BETTER SOME TIME&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; VERY SOON &lt;/span&gt;) AND IF MY ESSAY IS NOT MARKED &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;VERY SOON&lt;/span&gt;, THEN I SWEAR I WILL DIE OF HEART FAILURE OR ANXIETY. PLEASE GET BETTER VERY VERY SOON. AND MARK VERY VERY QUICKLY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YOU MAY THINK I'M SELFISH FOR WORRYING ABOUT MY ESSAY WHEN HE COULD HAVE A BROKEN BACK BUT REALLY, WHAT I MEAN IS FOR HIM TO GET BETTER. I JUST WISH MY ESSAY COULD COME BACK MARKED WITH A &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;FANTASTIC&lt;/span&gt; WRITTEN ON IT TOO.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I AM SAD. =(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;100TH CHEER!&lt;br /&gt;STEPH.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1208346566704819796-7815880684398657554?l=runaway--train.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://runaway--train.blogspot.com/feeds/7815880684398657554/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1208346566704819796&amp;postID=7815880684398657554' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1208346566704819796/posts/default/7815880684398657554'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1208346566704819796/posts/default/7815880684398657554'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://runaway--train.blogspot.com/2010/11/100th-post.html' title='100th POST!'/><author><name>GreenTea--</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08825314545307298367</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_SihfXZ3xZQ0/SJBTnpV5uWI/AAAAAAAAAAw/yN0jZZNXviU/S220/CIMG1191.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1208346566704819796.post-8293199028569541176</id><published>2010-11-22T21:03:00.005+11:00</published><updated>2010-11-22T21:21:33.975+11:00</updated><title type='text'>HAPPY BIRTHDAY!</title><content type='html'>TO MY DEAREST LITTLE BOY, WHO IS MY RAINBOW EVERYDAY, THE ONE WHO IS ALWAYS HAPPY TO SEE ME AND ALWAYS THERE TO BE WITH ME, WHO LOVES SLEEPING AND KINDA BEHAVES LIKE ME, MY DEAREST LITTLE BOY CRUNCHIE =)&lt;br /&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MY LITTLE BOY IS NOW 1 YEAR OLD! ON THE 20TH OF NOVEMBER.&lt;br /&gt;AWW MY LITTLE BOY IS GROWING UPPPPP *wipes tear*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I CAN'T BELIEVE YOU'RE ONE ALREADY! you're so old now.&lt;br /&gt;AS A PRESENT I GAVE HIM LOTS OF MEAT, AS A TREAT!&lt;br /&gt;AND HE GOBBLED IT ALL UP. WHAT A GOOD BOY =)&lt;br /&gt;i wonder if he even knew it was his birthday....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY ! &lt;3 him =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway i realised i should write something taht isn't just about my Beautiful Crunchie's birthday so i shall talk about yesterday, where miho and i went shopping, instead of vball ( yes i know, i should not be walking on my ankle but... woops) HIGHLIGHTS:&lt;br /&gt;--&gt; WE BOTH BOUGHT A $2 SHIRT. THAT WASN'T CRAP. AUTOMATIC WIN.&lt;br /&gt;--&gt; WE BOTH NOW HAVE NEWFOUND OBSESSIONS WITH SWALLOWS FOR ME, OWLS FOR HER.I LOVE THIS SEASONS THEME. SO NATURAL AND SORT OF PRINCESSY, FLOWERY AND SWALLOW-Y =)&lt;br /&gt;we went to accessory stores to go shopping for kris kringle and it was SO COOL! HEAPS of nice stuff with lots of swallows, they now have these obsessions with rings that are like knuckle pumps, :P 4 rings in one with sharp things. i like. (Y) the ones with swallows of course, not the sharp ones. HOW COOL!&lt;br /&gt;--&gt; last but not least, THE SHORTEST SHORT SHORTS EVER!&lt;br /&gt;LIKE SERIOUSLY! THEY MIGHT AS WELL CALL IT UNDERWEAR IN DENIM! BECAUSE THATS HOW SHORT IT WAS. THEY DON'T PASS FOR SHORTS ANYMORE. SO MIHO AND I DECIDED WE SHOULD GO TRY THEM ON, SO WE DID, JUST FOR KICKS AND IT WAS REALLY EPIC.&lt;br /&gt;CALLIN EACH OTHER SLUTZILLAS. ;P fun times. THE SHORTS WERE SO SHORT THAT, YOU KNOW THOSE JEAN POCKETS ON YOU RBUTT? THEY'RE SO SHORT, THEY DONT' FIT ON YOUR BUTT ANYMORE. THEY'R ECUTT OFF. SO IF YOU PUT YOUR HANDS IN THEM, IT GOES RIGHT THROUGH.&lt;br /&gt;it was a discovery of the century for me.&lt;br /&gt;it was quite horrible wearin gthme.&lt;br /&gt;YOU FEEL SO EXPOSED!&lt;br /&gt;like you're walking around in your underwear, you can even see your underwear ! with them on! ( sort of ) :S:S EWWWWW.&lt;br /&gt;just for you guys, i went to general pants co to go find the picture for you:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SihfXZ3xZQ0/TOpDAGcFpKI/AAAAAAAAAEk/bIdLN7CRKVE/s1600/SHORTSHORTSB.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SihfXZ3xZQ0/TOpDAGcFpKI/AAAAAAAAAEk/bIdLN7CRKVE/s200/SHORTSHORTSB.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5542315960440300706" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SihfXZ3xZQ0/TOpC_-O02JI/AAAAAAAAAEc/5UPvOz7UOjU/s1600/SHORTSHORTSf.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SihfXZ3xZQ0/TOpC_-O02JI/AAAAAAAAAEc/5UPvOz7UOjU/s200/SHORTSHORTSf.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5542315958237190290" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wow right? the piture doens't seem so bad, but imagine placing a butt in it, it REALLY HAS NO SPACE FOR ANY BUTT, SO IT ENDS UP SPILLING OUT AND OMGSH SLUZZARRRGHHH MUCCHHHHHHHH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i can't beleive it cost 90 dorrah. HAH.&lt;br /&gt;might as well buy some jeans, cut the legs of and WALLAH! you have yoru DENIM UNDERWEAR&lt;br /&gt;AND YOUR DENIM PANT LEGS. &lt;br /&gt;OH SO GENIUS!&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, Me and Miho also did some studying in the library too. we did! really!&lt;br /&gt;:P I shall leave you guys to gape in awe at the shortness of those shorts. and the imagination of me wearing them! (ugh) AHAHAHAHAHA! HAPPY NIGHTMARES PEOPLE &gt;:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheers!&lt;br /&gt;Steph :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1208346566704819796-8293199028569541176?l=runaway--train.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://runaway--train.blogspot.com/feeds/8293199028569541176/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1208346566704819796&amp;postID=8293199028569541176' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1208346566704819796/posts/default/8293199028569541176'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1208346566704819796/posts/default/8293199028569541176'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://runaway--train.blogspot.com/2010/11/happy-birthday.html' title='HAPPY BIRTHDAY!'/><author><name>GreenTea--</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08825314545307298367</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_SihfXZ3xZQ0/SJBTnpV5uWI/AAAAAAAAAAw/yN0jZZNXviU/S220/CIMG1191.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SihfXZ3xZQ0/TOpDAGcFpKI/AAAAAAAAAEk/bIdLN7CRKVE/s72-c/SHORTSHORTSB.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1208346566704819796.post-7069162412868081778</id><published>2010-11-12T19:52:00.002+11:00</published><updated>2010-11-12T20:02:08.539+11:00</updated><title type='text'>The biggest idiot in the world.</title><content type='html'>Well the 2 biggest idiots, namely me and my bro were folding the laundry when we launched into a super intelligent and heated conversation of who was uglier.&lt;br /&gt;It was a very repititve conversation until suddenly i just burst out laughing and then couldn't stop xD and that is definitely a sign that i am high.&lt;br /&gt;Then my bro told me it was impossible for my elbows to touch my back, so stupidly, i tried&lt;br /&gt;and it sort of half worked&lt;br /&gt;then my bro said&lt;br /&gt;" HAHAHA MADE YOU FLEX YOUR BOOBS OUT"&lt;br /&gt;and then i was flabberghasted so i started hitting my bro who was on the couch. slapping and hitting everybit of him that i could while he just kept on LAUGHING AND LAUGHING AND LAUGHING&lt;br /&gt;though i wasn't all that angry i was SO HUMILIATED AND ZOMGGGG.&lt;br /&gt;BUT I KEPT ON SLAPPING HIM ANYWAY AND TICKLING HIM (cos he's the most ticklish person in the world)&lt;br /&gt;and my parents had a very amusing time watching us.&lt;br /&gt;D; my rents told me to hit him as hard as i can cos it wouldn't hurt him and consequently my hand would hurt before his ass would.&lt;br /&gt;BUT I KEPT ON HITTING ANYWAY!&lt;br /&gt;WELL I KINDA FOUND THIS FUNNY AFTERWARD but as you can see, not everyone seems to find what i find funny, funny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so i also wanted to discuss HOW BIG MY BRO HAS GROWN. MAN WHERE HAS MY INNOCENT LITTLE BROTHER GO =( the one who was non-pimply, very short, rather fat and very INNOCENT. HE'S GONE&lt;br /&gt;NOW&lt;br /&gt;HE'S LIKE SUPER TALL ( i'm oh so da jerrous) AND SUPER PIMPLY ( i am so not da jerrous) AND LIKE CRACKING "THAT'S WHAT SHE SAID JOKES" AT EVERYTHING&lt;br /&gt;man he has finally grown some balls.&lt;br /&gt;i'm half proud and at the same time nostalgic because he was so innocent before&lt;br /&gt;then again i probably prefer it now cos he's not as annoying and stupid.&lt;br /&gt;We now have 'sophistocated' but interesting coversation topics and we both get our dirty comments and we have a laugh at just about anything or everything.&lt;br /&gt;and i have a smashing time dissing him for everything too, but he just takes it like a good little brother (H) and in the end just makes me do stupid things, like sticking my boobs out for no apparent reason.&lt;br /&gt;EWWWWWW T_________________T&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;at least i don't rage at him for being immature anymore :P &lt;br /&gt;MY LITTLE BROTHER HAS FINALLY GROWN!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i really wonder if this is the prank he plays on all the girls at school :O:O:O&lt;br /&gt;LOLOLOL.&lt;br /&gt;OKAY BAD THOUGHT, SIGNING OFF NOW (:&lt;br /&gt;Cheers!&lt;br /&gt;Steph&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1208346566704819796-7069162412868081778?l=runaway--train.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://runaway--train.blogspot.com/feeds/7069162412868081778/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1208346566704819796&amp;postID=7069162412868081778' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1208346566704819796/posts/default/7069162412868081778'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1208346566704819796/posts/default/7069162412868081778'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://runaway--train.blogspot.com/2010/11/biggest-idiot-in-world.html' title='The biggest idiot in the world.'/><author><name>GreenTea--</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08825314545307298367</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_SihfXZ3xZQ0/SJBTnpV5uWI/AAAAAAAAAAw/yN0jZZNXviU/S220/CIMG1191.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1208346566704819796.post-3945835646835697867</id><published>2010-11-07T21:03:00.002+11:00</published><updated>2010-11-07T21:10:26.687+11:00</updated><title type='text'>AHAHAHA!</title><content type='html'>the title reflects how i feel, AHAHAHA!and its not just because of.. wait for it....&lt;br /&gt;THE VERY END OF ECONOMICS! (yes i know i'm a bit of a late blogger)&lt;br /&gt;but also teh lasting effect of it because EVERYTIME I COME HOME FROM SCHOOOL I JUST THINK.&lt;br /&gt;YAYZORS. NO ECO. YAYZORS! MATHS ENG AND JAP !&lt;br /&gt;( i'm dropping bio which is another hiphiphurrah!) IT IS THE END&lt;br /&gt;THE END OF THE GIANT FAT TEXTBOOK&lt;br /&gt;THE END OF THE LUGGING OF THE GIANT FAT TEXTBOOK&lt;br /&gt;THE END OF THE HAVING TO RMB EVERYTHING IN THE GIANT FAT TEXTBOOK&lt;br /&gt;THE END OF SUBSCRIPTION TO RBA.&lt;br /&gt;I DONT' CARE ANYMORE YAY! until Uni at least.&lt;br /&gt;anyway, IT IS THE START OF FREE PERIODS AND 2 COMPLETED HSC UNITS&lt;br /&gt;CHYEAHHHHH BABBAYYYYYYYYYYYY &gt;:D&lt;br /&gt;i feel sooo gooooooooooooooooooooooood.&lt;br /&gt;but apart from that, i'm sorry for the late post guys&lt;br /&gt;the lazy bug is not parasiticising on me and i'm lazy naturally, so it's a bad combination.&lt;br /&gt;Also, i'm been drowned in the amount of work i have neglected in the process of hardcoring for eco.&lt;br /&gt;how sad =( it never ends, the pile of work. it just replensihes itself like renewable resources. AHAHAHAHA!&lt;br /&gt;but another funny thing today...&lt;br /&gt;i was outside the window whiel my dad was washing dishes, then i made a HAKKA face and was like full being an idiot.&lt;br /&gt;then my bro ( from behind my dad ) and he was mopping ( with a pink mop)&lt;br /&gt;so then he stomps outside&lt;br /&gt;and comes out to me&lt;br /&gt;and swings up the mop and points it at me and goes...&lt;br /&gt;" I'm an Abbo "&lt;br /&gt;i think there was like at least 3 seconds of silence before 2 minutes of me laughing as loud as i can. my stomach hurted afterward.&lt;br /&gt;i don't mean to be racist and it was not supposed to be a racist comment either but the fact that my bro pointed a pink mop at me and then called himself abbo while having the sternest face possible and then switching to a fishing stance with the mop was just too hilarious for me to keep inside my mouth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if you ddin't find it funny i'm gravely sorry D; and i'm sorry this is the best i can do after so long i havcen't blogged but HEY!&lt;br /&gt;times for new skin guys!&lt;br /&gt;i will get round to doing that, prmise. i am now cleaning my desktop =D i'm going to have ps back! and my tablet!&lt;br /&gt;YAYYYYYY!&lt;br /&gt;for now, i'm going to finish reading As you Like it, hopefully i will not fall asleep.&lt;br /&gt;Cheers guys! (:&lt;br /&gt;Steph&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1208346566704819796-3945835646835697867?l=runaway--train.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://runaway--train.blogspot.com/feeds/3945835646835697867/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1208346566704819796&amp;postID=3945835646835697867' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1208346566704819796/posts/default/3945835646835697867'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1208346566704819796/posts/default/3945835646835697867'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://runaway--train.blogspot.com/2010/11/ahahaha.html' title='AHAHAHA!'/><author><name>GreenTea--</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08825314545307298367</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_SihfXZ3xZQ0/SJBTnpV5uWI/AAAAAAAAAAw/yN0jZZNXviU/S220/CIMG1191.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1208346566704819796.post-798341846818688102</id><published>2010-10-16T22:20:00.002+11:00</published><updated>2010-10-16T22:21:24.176+11:00</updated><title type='text'>Apparently</title><content type='html'>my handwriting really sucks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but you know what sucks more?&lt;br /&gt;it's when you don't know what to do about and knowing that you cannot fix it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No cheers =(&lt;br /&gt;Happy Weekend!&lt;br /&gt;Steph.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1208346566704819796-798341846818688102?l=runaway--train.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://runaway--train.blogspot.com/feeds/798341846818688102/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1208346566704819796&amp;postID=798341846818688102' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1208346566704819796/posts/default/798341846818688102'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1208346566704819796/posts/default/798341846818688102'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://runaway--train.blogspot.com/2010/10/apparently.html' title='Apparently'/><author><name>GreenTea--</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08825314545307298367</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_SihfXZ3xZQ0/SJBTnpV5uWI/AAAAAAAAAAw/yN0jZZNXviU/S220/CIMG1191.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1208346566704819796.post-490300448620706425</id><published>2010-10-13T20:52:00.001+11:00</published><updated>2010-10-13T21:05:22.330+11:00</updated><title type='text'>Funny (stupid) moments</title><content type='html'>#1&lt;br /&gt;i was in bio and i was eating a packet of shapes and when i finished i put the packaging away. 10 minutes later i try and find the packaging but i can't find it. i panic and ask basically eveyrone around me if they've seen my pink shapes packet. D: Erin says no. Sam says no. Kappy says no. Zac says no. they ask me whether i chucked it in the bin but i have no recollection of leaving my seat. But erin went to the bin and checked anyway. it was not there.So i'm like standing up looking under my chair and on the floor, in my bag in Erin'sbag but it's no where to be found.&lt;br /&gt;i panicked. now you may thinks it's just a shapes packet but what i was actually panicking abotu was the fact i had Amnesia. adn when i mentioned this Erinwas like&lt;br /&gt;WHAT IRON DEFICIENCY?&lt;br /&gt;and i waslike&lt;br /&gt;O_______O i must have all my medical terms all wrong. but then Erin realised that she was talking abotu Anoemia (or however you spell it) and not Amnesia. she confirmed that it meant short term memory loss. i am at that point rather scared that i actually did have it. i really didn't rmbwhere i put my shapes packet.&lt;br /&gt;So while i'm complainigng about it everyone's just telling me to stock panicking and that it's just a shapes packet.like, with no shapes D: &lt;&lt;br /&gt;BUT THEN I LIFTED UP MY FOLDER AND MY SHAPES PAKET WAS THERE. IT SEEMS I TRIED TO HIDE IT SO THAT THE TEACHER WOULDN'T SEE ME EATING SHAPES/ATE SHAPES. LIKE ZOMG I DDIN'T RMB IT BEING THERE. NOR PUTTING IT THERE.&lt;br /&gt;though at least i felt kind of releived for finding it....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BUT YOU MAY NOT THINK THIS IS FUNNY. MAYBE THIS ONLY OCCURRED AS FUNNY COS IT WAS DURING BIO. AND WE WERE READING THROUGH A GLOSSARY BUT WE WERE ALL LOOKING FOR A SHAPES PACKET INSTEAD. GOTTA LOVE BIO.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#2&lt;br /&gt;so i was trying to revise my eco notes on the bed and its relatively boring so i always do somethign while doing so. eg. bouncing my vball, bouncing my other ball, hugging a soft toy. but this time i decided i'd do supermans on the bed.&lt;br /&gt;so i removd my pillow and i put my feet under the head bar i suppose and try to do supermans ( as in like bananas and superman). after i do like 10 THE MIDDLE OF MY FOOT CRAMPS AND I'M LIKE HOLY MOOOLEEEEEEEE IT HURRRRRRRTS so i'm on the bed and i can't move my foot from under the head bar but its cramping so my face is in utter pain but i can't outstretch it cos it's under the headbar.SO I'M CRINGING. AND LIKE GOING ;IJADF;JIERJ;ADF;JA AND CRINGING SOME MORE FOR LIKE SOME 10 HOURS or at least it felt like that. it was probably 10 seconds.and then it felt beter and i was like T____T so i end up sitting on the floor, normally looking at my notes.&lt;br /&gt;this may not be funny either but after i thought that it woudlv'e looked pretty funny. i mean how stupid was i do supermans on the bed and then getting a cramp.&lt;br /&gt;first of all the supermans would have been absolutely useless to my back cos i'm doing it on a bed. then getting a cramp in my foot just sort of confirms that i'm useless, cos i just got a cramp from doing 10 supermans.&lt;br /&gt;ZOMG I FOUND IT FUNNY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway,&lt;br /&gt;:P hope you did too.&lt;br /&gt;Cheers!&lt;br /&gt;Steph&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1208346566704819796-490300448620706425?l=runaway--train.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://runaway--train.blogspot.com/feeds/490300448620706425/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1208346566704819796&amp;postID=490300448620706425' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1208346566704819796/posts/default/490300448620706425'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1208346566704819796/posts/default/490300448620706425'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://runaway--train.blogspot.com/2010/10/funny-stupid-moments.html' title='Funny (stupid) moments'/><author><name>GreenTea--</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08825314545307298367</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_SihfXZ3xZQ0/SJBTnpV5uWI/AAAAAAAAAAw/yN0jZZNXviU/S220/CIMG1191.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1208346566704819796.post-83931092616775935</id><published>2010-10-09T11:26:00.003+11:00</published><updated>2010-10-09T11:34:56.684+11:00</updated><title type='text'>If i could write you a song...</title><content type='html'>to make you fall in love, i'd already have you right under my arm&lt;br /&gt;i used to parlour my tricks i hope that you like this,&lt;br /&gt;but you probably won't because you think you're cooler than me (H)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's this super super catchy catchy song that's been stuck in my head D:&lt;br /&gt;GO OLDY DISCO SORT! look it up people&lt;br /&gt;Cooler than you By Mike Posner.&lt;br /&gt;=D and then you can sing with me! BECAUSE IT'S THAT AWESOME.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but anyhow, back to the point.&lt;br /&gt;so i was contacting my book ( my new maths book cos i FOR THE FIRST TIME EVER I FINISHED MY YEAR 11 ONE)and iw as taking SUPER SUPER CARE TO NOT MAKE ANY MISTAKES cos i want my new maths book to be PERFECTO.&lt;br /&gt;i also picked out a lot of hairs from the sticky side ( i have absolutely no idea how it got there)my hairs and also my dogs hair. LIKE WHY WERE THEY THERE?&lt;br /&gt;so ipicke out quite a few from the edges which must've stuck on because there were some on the table. THEN I DO THE FIRST SIDE (the cover)&lt;br /&gt;and i'ts PERFECT! i am very very happy.&lt;br /&gt;so i continue doing the 2nd side and IT'S GOT WRINKLES.&lt;br /&gt;just a few so i'm like NUUUUU but i'm still happy cos it's the back ofthe maths book and not the front&lt;br /&gt;THEN I FINISH.&lt;br /&gt;and i flip back to the front and marvecl at my new work THEN&lt;br /&gt;MY JAW DROPS AND I FEEL LIKE CRYING BECAUSE IN THE MIDDLE OF THE COVER OF MY NEW CONTACTED MATHS BOOK IS A &lt;br /&gt;WHITE PUBE!&lt;br /&gt;which must not be mine cos mind you i don't have white pubes thus it must be my dog's, who's white though it's probably not a pube.&lt;br /&gt;it's just curly and... yeah.&lt;br /&gt;ZOMGGGGG I WAS LIKE&lt;br /&gt;WHYY&lt;br /&gt;IT'S CONTACTED INTO MY BOOK.&lt;br /&gt;MY WHITE DOG'S PUBE.&lt;br /&gt;I'M SO SAD.&lt;br /&gt;AFTER ALL THA TEFFORT I WENT TO MAKE SURE THER WERE NO WRINKLES THERE TURNS OUT TO BE A PUBE CONTACTED INTO MY BOOK.&lt;br /&gt;FARRRRR OUTTTTTTT T_____________________T&lt;br /&gt;i'm going to be looking at the pube for the rest of my maths lessons/ year 12 maths.&lt;br /&gt;ZOMG WHAT A BAD START TO MATHS.&lt;br /&gt;i hope iget into 4 u because i will not know what to do if i don't&lt;br /&gt;=(&lt;br /&gt;*cries cries.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i can't be bothered doing eco anymore.. maybe i shall read more manga =D&lt;br /&gt;XD SHOUJO MANGA FTW!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheers people =)&lt;br /&gt;Steph&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1208346566704819796-83931092616775935?l=runaway--train.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://runaway--train.blogspot.com/feeds/83931092616775935/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1208346566704819796&amp;postID=83931092616775935' title='0 Comments'/><link 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(and Husband)</title><content type='html'>Girl: GO MAKE A SANDWICH.&lt;br /&gt;Guy:No.&lt;br /&gt;Girl:you belong in the Kitchen&lt;br /&gt;with nothing but an Apron on.&lt;br /&gt;liek seriously, hop to it&lt;br /&gt;literally.&lt;br /&gt;Guy:No. &lt;br /&gt;Stop shouting from the kitchen. &lt;br /&gt;I can't hear the tellly &lt;br /&gt;Jeez, women these days&lt;br /&gt;SHUT UP WOMAN. &lt;br /&gt;Girl:go make you dinner, i didn't make your share and i just finished mine.&lt;br /&gt;if you want to scrape the bottom of the frypan, please do.&lt;br /&gt;don't microwave.&lt;br /&gt;GO STARVE BETCH.&lt;br /&gt;Guy:Whatever. &lt;br /&gt;I'll microwave if I want. &lt;br /&gt;Girl:I HOPE YOU DIE OF RADIOACTIVE WAVES&lt;br /&gt;Guy: or maybe i'll just go out for dinner. &lt;br /&gt;Girl: that way i can inherit your fortune.&lt;br /&gt;i will be Rich&lt;br /&gt;Guy: you're not my benefactor&lt;br /&gt;Girl: i have already mastered the art of… wait i shoudl just pretend to be dumb.&lt;br /&gt;Guy: You're cute ,or pretend to be normal. &lt;br /&gt;Girl:sorry man i lost the cute after our 2nd date.&lt;br /&gt;after that it was just Si Lai.&lt;br /&gt;Guy:Fine. &lt;br /&gt;You're beautiful. &lt;br /&gt;Girl:If you're trying to appeal to my better side&lt;br /&gt;Guy:You can't beat me. &lt;br /&gt;Girl:SHIPPAI!&lt;br /&gt;YOU FAIL!&lt;br /&gt;Yes i Can&lt;br /&gt;You cannot see me right now&lt;br /&gt;for all you know i can be DIGGING THROUGH YOUR WARRET.&lt;br /&gt;I know your signature.&lt;br /&gt;Guy:Really now. &lt;br /&gt;You're so silly. &lt;br /&gt;Girl:See the plan is always, i sleep at 10&lt;br /&gt;you sleep at 1.&lt;br /&gt;but by the time it is 2 i will have enough sleep to wake up and look through all your stuff and all your credit cards&lt;br /&gt;but you're a pig so you don't wake up.&lt;br /&gt;THEN I FIND&lt;br /&gt;THE VOICEMAIL&lt;br /&gt;FROM WHATSHERFACE&lt;br /&gt;Guy:that's my mother. &lt;br /&gt;Girl:no i was talking about the other one&lt;br /&gt;the korean one, the pretty one.&lt;br /&gt;th eone on your wall D: &lt;&lt;br /&gt;i was Outraged&lt;br /&gt;see then i turned cold and harsh.&lt;br /&gt;Guy:i don't know nay pretty korean girls&lt;br /&gt;Girl:else you wouldn't be with me?&lt;br /&gt;D: &lt; that is because you knew her AFTER you knew me&lt;br /&gt;Guy:i've known pretty girls before oyu&lt;br /&gt;Girl:They were plastic Barbies.&lt;br /&gt;Guy:and you're not?&lt;br /&gt;how else do you think you're so pretty?&lt;br /&gt;huh?&lt;br /&gt;how else do you think my wallet is so empty?&lt;br /&gt;Girl:You Paid For It.&lt;br /&gt;Guy:no&lt;br /&gt;Girl:I Debited your account!&lt;br /&gt;Guy:you stole it from  my wallet at 2 in the morning&lt;br /&gt;Girl:*your I Like You Account!&lt;br /&gt;Guy:you know, i don't sleep for a long while. &lt;br /&gt;Girl:OH THE HORRORRRR&lt;br /&gt;Guy:i saw you&lt;br /&gt;Girl:Zomg&lt;br /&gt;Guy: ghosts are prettier than you&lt;br /&gt;Girl:I am not plastic!&lt;br /&gt;the ghost is a bunch Pixels!&lt;br /&gt;Guy: that's right&lt;br /&gt;Girl:YOU LIKE PIXELS?&lt;br /&gt;Guy:you're not&lt;br /&gt;Girl:go date yourself with Suzuka?!&lt;br /&gt;Guy:cos you're ugly. &lt;br /&gt;Girl:Coming from YOU.&lt;br /&gt;You're half Titanium!&lt;br /&gt;Those washboards?!&lt;br /&gt;POO they're actual washboards!&lt;br /&gt;and tv antennaes!&lt;br /&gt;Guy:hey&lt;br /&gt;why else do you like this rock hard body&lt;br /&gt;smooth, streamlined body&lt;br /&gt;Girl:You Lie.&lt;br /&gt;Guy:soft to the touch&lt;br /&gt;but hard to the punch. &lt;br /&gt;Girl:Thats how you fractured my shin last time&lt;br /&gt;when i tried to kick you.&lt;br /&gt;Then you didn't pay for it!&lt;br /&gt;Guy:hey, you fractured it yourself&lt;br /&gt;you slipped in the kitchen&lt;br /&gt;*Don't bother me, honey, I'm off to conquer Europe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's the jearous bitchy wife =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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Husband)'/><author><name>GreenTea--</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08825314545307298367</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_SihfXZ3xZQ0/SJBTnpV5uWI/AAAAAAAAAAw/yN0jZZNXviU/S220/CIMG1191.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1208346566704819796.post-3605489781801492403</id><published>2010-10-04T21:46:00.002+11:00</published><updated>2010-10-04T22:25:12.167+11:00</updated><title type='text'>An exploration of Blog Tones.</title><content type='html'>So if anyone is aware of the oncoming big fat train that's about to hit them in the face. tough luck. because i'm on a raaaaaaaaage.&lt;br /&gt;not really but i'm going to try chuck an mega bitch &amp; angsty one.&lt;br /&gt;NB: this is no one in particular. i am just trying to be angsty.&lt;br /&gt;Did you ever consider that she has a mind? or maybe he has a dick.&lt;br /&gt;It hurts it ... hurts. you know that?&lt;br /&gt;no of course you don't or else you woudln't be doing this.&lt;br /&gt;like&lt;br /&gt;if&lt;br /&gt;you&lt;br /&gt;know what this even about then you'll try talk it about,&lt;br /&gt;but obviously you don't&lt;br /&gt;so &lt;br /&gt;HAH.&lt;br /&gt;gosh i'm really failing here.&lt;br /&gt;i'm going to go round in circles, right i'm going to say somethign super hypothetical.&lt;br /&gt;this doens't make sense at all.&lt;br /&gt;the number 8 is unlucky for lovers, they are two circles that never intersect&lt;br /&gt;errr. I CAN'T BE A FREAKING ANGSTY BETCH.&lt;br /&gt;i need something to be angsty about first.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HEY DID YOU NOTICE I MADE SUPER LOTS OF ENTER PARAGRAPH SPACES? heh guess who :P&lt;br /&gt;umn wait now i have to type a whoel paragraph of chinese. (jap cos i dont' know chinese)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;こんにちは！これはブログです。でも私の日本語はあまり上手じゃないから、すみません。でも今ブログに日本語で書いて、改善をしてみたいです。とてもつまらない。でもあなたは日本語を読むことはできませんね？そう。。。。&lt;br /&gt;わたしは今何を書きますかね。ｉ’ｖｅ　ｒｅａｌｌｙ　ｇｏｔ　ｎｏｔｈｉｎｇ　ｔｏ　ｓａｙ　ｓｏ　ｉ’ｌｌ　ｐｒｅｔｅｎｄ　ｔｏ　ｂｅ　ｌｏｖｅ　ｓｉｃｋ　ｅｒｒ．&lt;br /&gt;私の心！痛い！痛い！痛い！あなたの心はどこ？！いない！愛してる？何で？IHATEYOUというですか？&lt;br /&gt;わたしはあなたも大嫌いです。ええと。。。天気はいいですね？HEH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so moving on...&lt;br /&gt;GUESS WHO!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She is Beautiful. Short but Beautiful. she is more likely to say WASSUP GEE than er.... yeah i think this is enough :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HI! so i live in this basketball. it's rather orange in my opinion but in itself it is like an economy. it has its demand and supply. i am the demand.i have no idea how to sound blunt and sarcastic. But anything inanimate cannot be gay, sorry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ughh this is such a bad effort but i don't feel lik ebeing funny right now so erh, goodnight XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=) I GOT NEW NIKES!not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NIGHTIES! cheers,&lt;br /&gt;Steph~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1208346566704819796-3605489781801492403?l=runaway--train.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://runaway--train.blogspot.com/feeds/3605489781801492403/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1208346566704819796&amp;postID=3605489781801492403' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1208346566704819796/posts/default/3605489781801492403'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1208346566704819796/posts/default/3605489781801492403'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://runaway--train.blogspot.com/2010/10/exploration-of-blog-tones.html' title='An exploration of Blog Tones.'/><author><name>GreenTea--</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08825314545307298367</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_SihfXZ3xZQ0/SJBTnpV5uWI/AAAAAAAAAAw/yN0jZZNXviU/S220/CIMG1191.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1208346566704819796.post-1751032334265678840</id><published>2010-10-01T10:05:00.003+10:00</published><updated>2010-10-01T10:11:04.793+10:00</updated><title type='text'>RAGE</title><content type='html'>as the title suggests i really want to rage, but to prevent this from being a rage/bitch post. i shall just spam rage. did that even make sense?&lt;br /&gt;RAGERAGERAGERAGERAGERAGERAGERAGERAGERAGERAGERAGERAGERAGERAGERAGERAGERAGERAGERAGERAGERAGERAGERAGERAGERAGERAGERAGERAGERAGERAGE&lt;br /&gt;WHY DIDN'T I DO SOMETHING ABOUT IT. WHY AM I SO FREAKING NICE AT THE WRONG TIME. yes i'm highly annoyed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i would think everyone would be considerate at this day and age but i think wrong.&lt;br /&gt;STAINLESS STEEL MAN. MY BABY. NOW IS SCATHED AND NO LONGER BEAUTIFUL AND PERFECT. this may be petty BUT IT MEANS A LOT TO ME.&lt;br /&gt;you don't understand the significance.&lt;br /&gt;I AM SO STUPID. I AM SO YUK TUNG.&lt;br /&gt;FARRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRR OUT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on a nicer note people, hope you're having a nice morning :D sometimes i really want to bash my internal clock up because it's so accurate. so last night i slept half an hou rlater than normal and whoopdidoo i wake up half an hour later. ITS SO WEIRD. no not really but i find it pretty amazing.&lt;br /&gt;XD I shall now begin Economics (again) but at least today i don't have to coop up at home and get fat! I'M PLAYING TENNIS YAY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so good day Peeps, hope you make it Miho!&lt;br /&gt;(Facebook&gt;Twitter)&lt;br /&gt;Cheers,&lt;br /&gt;Steph :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1208346566704819796-1751032334265678840?l=runaway--train.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://runaway--train.blogspot.com/feeds/1751032334265678840/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1208346566704819796&amp;postID=1751032334265678840' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1208346566704819796/posts/default/1751032334265678840'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1208346566704819796/posts/default/1751032334265678840'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://runaway--train.blogspot.com/2010/10/rage.html' title='RAGE'/><author><name>GreenTea--</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08825314545307298367</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_SihfXZ3xZQ0/SJBTnpV5uWI/AAAAAAAAAAw/yN0jZZNXviU/S220/CIMG1191.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1208346566704819796.post-6602133688019220857</id><published>2010-09-30T10:08:00.004+10:00</published><updated>2010-09-30T10:09:40.312+10:00</updated><title type='text'>NEW CBOX!</title><content type='html'>that's right guys! MY CBOX NOW WORKS! ON SOMETHING THAT'S NOT IE.&lt;br /&gt;CHYEAHHHHH BABABYYYYY&lt;br /&gt;and it's fat :D and pink.&lt;br /&gt;AWESOME.&lt;br /&gt;not saying i like fat pink things o_____________________o&lt;br /&gt;AWWWKWARRRRRRD anyway&lt;br /&gt;have fun spamming such a fat space :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back to Economics =(&lt;br /&gt;Cheers!&lt;br /&gt;Steph&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1208346566704819796-6602133688019220857?l=runaway--train.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://runaway--train.blogspot.com/feeds/6602133688019220857/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1208346566704819796&amp;postID=6602133688019220857' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1208346566704819796/posts/default/6602133688019220857'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1208346566704819796/posts/default/6602133688019220857'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://runaway--train.blogspot.com/2010/09/new-cbox.html' title='NEW CBOX!'/><author><name>GreenTea--</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08825314545307298367</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_SihfXZ3xZQ0/SJBTnpV5uWI/AAAAAAAAAAw/yN0jZZNXviU/S220/CIMG1191.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1208346566704819796.post-1231381793446646819</id><published>2010-09-29T09:44:00.004+10:00</published><updated>2010-10-02T15:18:41.933+10:00</updated><title type='text'>on the morning</title><content type='html'>after after the formal, that is to say, it has already passed. see i was meant to blog this yesterday but of course, i couldn't be bothered as per usual. well at least i'm here now and blogging. so i must retrace my steps back to yesterday morning...&lt;br /&gt;i wake up and its 8 30. i pull up my blinds and i jump back in horror and yell&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;"HOLY SHEEEEEEEEEEEET"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;then i laugh at my own joke. because i said holy sheeeeet. HAH. but you guy swont get it until you see the following picture i took of such horror...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i326.photobucket.com/albums/k404/GreenTea--/Photo0124.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: left; cursor: pointer; width: 558px; height: 418px;" src="http://i326.photobucket.com/albums/k404/GreenTea--/Photo0124.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://i326.photobucket.com/albums/k404/GreenTea--/Photo0125.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: left; cursor: pointer; width: 652px; height: 488px;" src="http://i326.photobucket.com/albums/k404/GreenTea--/Photo0125.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THATS RIGHT YOUR EYES DO NOT LIE. it really is a big fat bird crap on my window. NOT TO MENTION ITS THE BIGGEST UGLIEST BIRD CRAP I'VE EVER SEEN AND HOW THE BIRD GOT IT ON THE WINDOW I HAVE NO IDEA. i bet they practice crapping and flying at the same time. they might as well practice bomb aimin&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;g too. geez &gt;__&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but the problem is i realy have no idea to clean it either. i tried to hose it down but it was too high up D:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MAN THE BIRD MUST'VE BEEN IN SOME SORT OF CONSTIPATION/DIAORRHEA FIT. BIGGEST SHEET EVARRRRRRRRRRRRR.&lt;br /&gt;so that's how i spent my morning after formal :P hope you guys had a much more relaxing morning, and not some crazy one that was spent worrying about the birds diet. the end.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think i'll try cheer you guys up and post a picture of my FAVOURITE GIRL IN THE WORLD WHO I SABOTAGED WITH A CHIBI STYLE (not henry, chibi) PONYTAIL NGAWWW AINT' SHE SO CUTE SHE'S GOING TO KILL ME NOW BUT THATS OKAY &gt;: D what i suffer for my fellow readers *COUGH*&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://i326.photobucket.com/albums/k404/GreenTea--/Photo0120.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: left; cursor: pointer; width: 619px; height: 464px;" src="http://i326.photobucket.com/albums/k404/GreenTea--/Photo0120.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND I DONT THINK IE VER BLOGGED ABOUT "MY" NEW CAR and i might as well considering i just uploaded photos fromphone, that is it's my dad's excuse to get a new car but i use it to learn to drive MANUAL. THATS RIGHT AUTO PUSSIES I'M LEARNING MANUAL WAHAHAHAHAHAHAAH. &lt;a href="http://i326.photobucket.com/albums/k404/GreenTea--/Photo0118.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: left; cursor: pointer; width: 646px; height: 484px;" src="http://i326.photobucket.com/albums/k404/GreenTea--/Photo0118.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://i326.photobucket.com/albums/k404/GreenTea--/Photo0119.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: left; cursor: pointer; width: 603px; height: 452px;" src="http://i326.photobucket.com/albums/k404/GreenTea--/Photo0119.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:D I LOVE YELLOW! i love having a yellow car that inflicts pain where i go HAH. Isn't she Beautiful? :D Jen and the Car that is.&lt;br /&gt;my two Beautiful wives. NOW I'M A REAL MAN. I PLAY WITH THE RIDES AND THE WOMENS. OHOHOHOHOHOHOHOHOHO.&lt;br /&gt;these photos were taken before we acutaly bought the car, it was taken when my dad took it home for a test day/night :D at my grandmas house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WELL HOPE YOU GUYS ENJOYED MYMOBILE UPLOADS,&lt;br /&gt;CHEERRRRRRRRRRSSSS&lt;br /&gt;STEPH :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1208346566704819796-1231381793446646819?l=runaway--train.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://runaway--train.blogspot.com/feeds/1231381793446646819/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1208346566704819796&amp;postID=1231381793446646819' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1208346566704819796/posts/default/1231381793446646819'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1208346566704819796/posts/default/1231381793446646819'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://runaway--train.blogspot.com/2010/09/on-morning.html' title='on the morning'/><author><name>GreenTea--</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08825314545307298367</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_SihfXZ3xZQ0/SJBTnpV5uWI/AAAAAAAAAAw/yN0jZZNXviU/S220/CIMG1191.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1208346566704819796.post-5216731399961752649</id><published>2010-09-27T17:57:00.002+10:00</published><updated>2010-09-27T18:02:42.493+10:00</updated><title type='text'>so on the night....</title><content type='html'>of the semi-formal, although i dont' think its started yet, i'm sitting here at home blogging away while everyones probably all dressed up pretty and cool and trying to flaunt it.&lt;br /&gt;well i can't say i'm unhappy but well, maybe a tinge of regret. just a bit, just as i would put it in canto, have some 'hei fun' D:&lt;br /&gt;but i guess it pays. I AM SO HAPPY I FINISHED CHAPTER 16 IN ONE DAY AND NO LESS ;)&lt;br /&gt;tmrow i shall do chapter 17, tonight i am going to party, but not a semi-formal kind of party.&lt;br /&gt;a night at home with piggy food and photoshop and a tablet kind of party.&lt;br /&gt;CHYEAH BABY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;no biggie guys, you go have fun at your party. you better have funn and keep in minddd....&lt;br /&gt;I SAVE MONEYS.I SAVE MONEYS.I SAVE MONEYS.I SAVE MONEYS.I SAVE MONEYS.I SAVE MONEYS.I SAVE MONEYS.I SAVE MONEYS.I SAVE MONEYS.I SAVE MONEYS.I SAVE MONEYS.I SAVE MONEYS. I SAVE MONEYS.I SAVE MONEYS.I SAVE MONEYS.I SAVE MONEYS.I SAVE MONEYS.I SAVE MONEYS.I SAVE MONEYS.I SAVE MONEYS.I SAVE MONEYS.I SAVE MONEYS.I SAVE MONEYS.I SAVE MONEYS.I SAVE MONEYS.I SAVE MONEYS.I SAVE MONEYS.I SAVE MONEYS.I SAVE MONEYS.I SAVE MONEYS.I SAVE MONEYS.I SAVE MONEYS.I SAVE MONEYS.I SAVE MONEYS.I SAVE MONEYS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THAT'S RIGHT SUCKERRRZZ, i win in the end.&lt;br /&gt;chapter 16 and a load of moneys in my pockets too :P missing out any fun?&lt;br /&gt;of course not! i have my wii and zelda to date.&lt;br /&gt;HUAHAHAHAHA AND NOW A NEW FOUND LOVE OF OKAMI!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;great, well i do hope you have fun guys :D post lots and lots of photos on facebook and keep me posted about the excitement :D have a great night!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i shall too, and miss you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheers&lt;br /&gt;Steph! :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1208346566704819796-5216731399961752649?l=runaway--train.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://runaway--train.blogspot.com/feeds/5216731399961752649/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1208346566704819796&amp;postID=5216731399961752649' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1208346566704819796/posts/default/5216731399961752649'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1208346566704819796/posts/default/5216731399961752649'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://runaway--train.blogspot.com/2010/09/so-on-night.html' title='so on the night....'/><author><name>GreenTea--</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08825314545307298367</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_SihfXZ3xZQ0/SJBTnpV5uWI/AAAAAAAAAAw/yN0jZZNXviU/S220/CIMG1191.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1208346566704819796.post-1856212844654102081</id><published>2010-09-22T22:39:00.002+10:00</published><updated>2010-09-22T22:47:53.652+10:00</updated><title type='text'>New chapter.</title><content type='html'>i guess year 12 deserves a title such as "the new chapter" because this year is probably the most important and yet. i want to be back in year 3.&lt;br /&gt;THAT REALLY WINS.&lt;br /&gt;but a new chapter deserves a new LAYOUT :D COS IT'S POST EXAM HAPPY TIME (at least util monday when it's back to BLEUGHECOTIME) and i wasted my time playing with my tablet( THATS RIGHT KEVIN LIANG. YOU ARE MY INSPIRATION!)&lt;br /&gt;i think i'll try to put a new one up every once in a while, as a SLICE OF LIFE.&lt;br /&gt;geddit? life is like a cake =D seriously peoople!&lt;br /&gt;grab your piece of a some fatty liek me is going to take your slice too.&lt;br /&gt;not that i like cake all that much but i like life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;no i love life.&lt;br /&gt;but nonetheless, HOPE YOU ENJOYED THE EXAMSIES COS THEY'RE OVERRR &gt;:D&lt;br /&gt;the reasoning behind the pic is, daniel kept on complaining about it (LOL) and everyone flamed Bryan and Shirley for being such petty betches :P&lt;br /&gt;which is funny on Simmo's part.hmm i just realised, i forgot to draw him in the corner.&lt;br /&gt;but i do apologize for the crappy quality. it pains me to see it so crappily done.&lt;br /&gt;the work + the actual quality of the Jpeg.&lt;br /&gt;i had to make do with paint T^T cos my PS is on my desktop and DANIEL HAS NOT GIVEN ME CS4/CS5 TO WORK WITH.&lt;br /&gt;so i had to work wiht paintinstead. GRRRR.&lt;br /&gt;anyway :D enjoy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheers Steph.&lt;br /&gt;CHYEAHHHHHHHHH POST EXAM EUPHORIA + MILK TEA = UNSTOPPABLENESS.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1208346566704819796-1856212844654102081?l=runaway--train.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://runaway--train.blogspot.com/feeds/1856212844654102081/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1208346566704819796&amp;postID=1856212844654102081' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1208346566704819796/posts/default/1856212844654102081'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1208346566704819796/posts/default/1856212844654102081'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://runaway--train.blogspot.com/2010/09/new-chapter.html' title='New chapter.'/><author><name>GreenTea--</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08825314545307298367</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_SihfXZ3xZQ0/SJBTnpV5uWI/AAAAAAAAAAw/yN0jZZNXviU/S220/CIMG1191.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1208346566704819796.post-7098598799873941909</id><published>2010-09-19T21:04:00.002+10:00</published><updated>2010-09-19T21:10:11.524+10:00</updated><title type='text'>maths.</title><content type='html'>it's exactly what the title suggests, MATHS. BUT THIS TIME WITH NO EXCLAMATION MARK, which usually accompanys it if i mention it in positive light. HOWEVER, (shikashi. yeah thats right, i'm studying jap too), MATHS. FULL STOP.&lt;br /&gt;PANIC&lt;br /&gt;PANIC&lt;br /&gt;PANIC&lt;br /&gt;PANIC&lt;br /&gt;PANIC.&lt;br /&gt;everyone is hardcoring it BUT I HAVE NO REALISED THE SCOPE OF ITS IMPORTANCE TO MY LIFE UP UNTIL 2 DAYS AGO.&lt;br /&gt;i am so screwed. NOT JUST SCREWED LIKE, SCREWED OVER TENFOLD, LIKE DER RAPEDE TIMES THE TEN TO THE POWER OF FIFTY BILLIONS.&lt;br /&gt;MATHS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ohfoshizzle.why did i do so much 2 unit maths, why did i not allocate my time properly AND DO 3 U MATHS INSTEAD. NOW IT'S 2 DAYS BEFORE THE EXAM, ( 2 NIGHTS AND A DAY ACTUALLY) AND NOW I FINALLY REALISE. oh shiz, i need to do well in 3 u exam or else i can't get into 4 u, BECAUSE I SCREWED UP 50 FOLD THE LAST 3 U EXAM.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PRWAAAAAAAAAAAAAGE. why do i never realise the scope of things.&lt;br /&gt;WHY DOES MATHS DO THIS TO ME?&lt;br /&gt;why did i screw up last time, oh right, i remember.&lt;br /&gt;I HAD BAD TIME MANAGEMENT AND 3/4 OF A BRAIN LEFT AT HOME.&lt;br /&gt;i don't mean to swear on a blog because i find that rude but, shit, only god can help me now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LIFE IS FULL OF OH SO MANY REGRETS, right now, mainly bad time management in not studying 3 u maths.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;D: please stop hardcoring 3 u maths peoples, i need to catch up.&lt;br /&gt;WEHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH T________T&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;no cheers today, you can cheer when i'm on my deathbed (ie. dead on my 3u maths exam paper)&lt;br /&gt;Steph =(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1208346566704819796-7098598799873941909?l=runaway--train.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://runaway--train.blogspot.com/feeds/7098598799873941909/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1208346566704819796&amp;postID=7098598799873941909' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1208346566704819796/posts/default/7098598799873941909'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1208346566704819796/posts/default/7098598799873941909'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://runaway--train.blogspot.com/2010/09/maths.html' title='maths.'/><author><name>GreenTea--</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08825314545307298367</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_SihfXZ3xZQ0/SJBTnpV5uWI/AAAAAAAAAAw/yN0jZZNXviU/S220/CIMG1191.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1208346566704819796.post-4008439493574436575</id><published>2010-09-13T20:39:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2010-09-13T20:41:49.886+10:00</updated><title type='text'>study</title><content type='html'>study study study study. it's really all my life is about at least for the next year, and such a prospect really sucks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IMISSYOUIMISSYOUIMISSYOUIMISSYOU.&lt;br /&gt;i can't wait till holidays.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i miss you life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;english exam: sucked.&lt;br /&gt;imissyou already and it's only been 11minutes.&lt;br /&gt;D:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1208346566704819796-4008439493574436575?l=runaway--train.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://runaway--train.blogspot.com/feeds/4008439493574436575/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1208346566704819796&amp;postID=4008439493574436575' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1208346566704819796/posts/default/4008439493574436575'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1208346566704819796/posts/default/4008439493574436575'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://runaway--train.blogspot.com/2010/09/study.html' title='study'/><author><name>GreenTea--</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08825314545307298367</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_SihfXZ3xZQ0/SJBTnpV5uWI/AAAAAAAAAAw/yN0jZZNXviU/S220/CIMG1191.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1208346566704819796.post-3489094794021509188</id><published>2010-09-07T20:51:00.001+10:00</published><updated>2010-09-07T20:53:34.278+10:00</updated><title type='text'>stupiiddddd.</title><content type='html'>so on the night before my eng ext is due, i totally forget it. then on the morning i rmb, and it's like OH SHIZZLE. NEED TO PRINT I TOUT&lt;br /&gt;SO I HURRIEDLY PRINT IT OUT AND HAND ITIN.&lt;br /&gt;now&lt;br /&gt;a day after, i realised how stupid i was.&lt;br /&gt;OH THE PAIN THE WOE OF KNOWING THE STUPIDITY STEMMED FROM THE HASTINESS AND DISORGANISATION OF MY ACTIONS.&lt;br /&gt;my reflection statement refers to a piece of work we did in class and at the time i typed it out, i didn't know the author so instead, while reminding myself to look up author later, i tpd out "body work" by BLHA BLHA BLAH.&lt;br /&gt;AND BECAUSE I SO HURRIEDLY PRINTED IT OUT TO GIVE IN&lt;br /&gt;I COMPLETELY FORGOT TO FIND THE NAME OF THE AUTHOR.&lt;br /&gt;NOW THE BLAH BLAH BLAH IS STILL THERE.&lt;br /&gt;AND I'M THIKNING&lt;br /&gt;OH SHIZZLE, SHZZ SHIZ SHIZ SHIZ SHIZ I'M SO SCREWED.,&lt;br /&gt;IF ANYONE SEES THAT HTEY'RE GOING TO KILL ME&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh i must be the stupidest girl in this universe.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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title='stupiiddddd.'/><author><name>GreenTea--</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08825314545307298367</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_SihfXZ3xZQ0/SJBTnpV5uWI/AAAAAAAAAAw/yN0jZZNXviU/S220/CIMG1191.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1208346566704819796.post-820290272957958881</id><published>2010-09-05T22:00:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2010-09-05T22:19:44.466+10:00</updated><title type='text'>THEDREAM</title><content type='html'>so i've been meaning to do one of these posts, just for fun you know. it's sort of like a rip off Celia's THE PERFECT GUY. i wanted to make an imposible list too =D see how far and creative i can go...&lt;br /&gt;so i'll start wiht some generics and just watch my brain turn faster. this is in no particular order. it is just an order to which i paint the guy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;HOT.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;RICH.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;GOOD PERSONALITY/ VALUES ETC ETC. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;will not cheat, just cos he's rich.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;will not abuse the fact that he's rich.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&gt;180cm. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;6 pack, pecks and all.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;CAN COOK.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;is willing to cook.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;is willing to eat all the food that he cooks.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;enjoys cooking wiht me&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;is willing to eat all of the food that i cook.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;is willing to wash dishes.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;is wiling to do housework.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;likes CLEANLINESS.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;is willing to do gardneing&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;LIKES LANDSCAPING&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;IS GOOD AT LANDSCAPING&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;has a sexy green thumb ( but not literally )&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;likes growing organic vegetables.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;shares my green views of the world&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;WILL NOT, DOES NOT LITTER.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;will save the world.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;earns &gt;150 000 a year out of uni ( yeah whatever:P)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;is smart and intelligent&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;has a sense of intellectual humour.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;does not think with his penis.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;enjoys my sense of humour.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;loves maths.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;hates english.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;is interesting to talk to.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;can share his intelligence and ENDLESS GK with me.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;does not care about politics&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;is not vain. but still has good sense of style&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;can play guitar&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;can play sax&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;can play piano&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;can play ukelele&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;can sing when playing any of the above instruments (save sax)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;can speak english&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;can speak jap&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;can speak korean&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;can speak canto&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;can speak some sexy language. ie. super multilingual&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;LOVES FEDERER OVER NADAL.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;but not federer over me.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;likes to take pictures.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;likes to draw&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;is not an obsessive gamer&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;loves volleyball&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;loves tennis&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;loves pingpong&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;loves badminton&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;will let me win at any of the above sports (HAHAHAA)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;does not snore.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;or if he does snore, will let me sleep first before he sleeps.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;IS SEXY LIKE GU JUN PYO!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;does not have ugly crappy hair like gu jun pyo.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;loves instant noodles.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;is mysterious.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;will watch girly dramas wiht me&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;will cry when i cry in girly dramas, or in sad movies&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;will watch sad movies withe me.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;will watch chick flicks wiht me.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;will wtach a horror movie wiht me and let me cower behind his six pack,&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;will stay up wiht me if i can't sleep after a horror movie.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;will remind me never to watch a horror movie ever again.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;loves rollercoasters&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;is NOT A SCAREDY CAT.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;wants to sky dive&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;wants to bungee jump&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;IS NOT SCARED OF COCKROACHES OR SPIDERS.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;and will get rid of them willingly when i see them unfit in their positions.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;loves animals&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;WANTS DOGS AND CATS AND FISH AND HAMSTERS AS PETS! and a snake too.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;he will be romantic&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;he will never forget anniversaries&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;will have parents that are lenient and not gender biased.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;doesn't mind having a daughter named Zelda.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;and a son named Jeremy.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;or a son named Link =D&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;has a cool sister which i can go shopping with&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;likes clothes shopping&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;understands the principle of window shopping.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;is generous&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;but not too generous, nor stingy wiht moneys&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;understands that presents are essential&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;gives surprises =D&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;can play wiht kiddies.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;does not force people into religion&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;loves pink.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;will jizz over sexy calculators.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;will love to travel the world.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;LOVES SKIING, AND CAN SKI&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;can snowboard&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;loves making snowmen.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;doesn't mind driving.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;HAS A SEXY RIDE&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;will give me an orange lambourghini for my birthday sometime.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;i can't believe i just typed up 99 facts, but to state the obvious as for the last one.&lt;br /&gt;LOVES ME!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;br /&gt;maybe i'll type more later when i can be bothered =D for now, THANKS CELIA! for such a great idea. it occupied 10 minutes of my time. and i hope it'll amuse you.&lt;br /&gt;Cheerss~~&lt;br /&gt;Steph!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1208346566704819796-820290272957958881?l=runaway--train.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://runaway--train.blogspot.com/feeds/820290272957958881/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1208346566704819796&amp;postID=820290272957958881' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1208346566704819796/posts/default/820290272957958881'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1208346566704819796/posts/default/820290272957958881'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://runaway--train.blogspot.com/2010/09/thedream.html' title='THEDREAM'/><author><name>GreenTea--</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08825314545307298367</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_SihfXZ3xZQ0/SJBTnpV5uWI/AAAAAAAAAAw/yN0jZZNXviU/S220/CIMG1191.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1208346566704819796.post-7720397129988223573</id><published>2010-08-13T22:18:00.001+10:00</published><updated>2010-08-13T22:21:23.646+10:00</updated><title type='text'>i promise</title><content type='html'>i promise to blog tomorrow =D i'm ever so kind.&lt;br /&gt;i kid i kid, but to lighten you day kiddos,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Miho has a chest hair fettish.&lt;br /&gt;Jeffrey wouldn't BC Dr Bathgate.&lt;br /&gt;Shirley would BC Axl Rose *eyebrows*&lt;br /&gt;I have a lot of maths homework.&lt;br /&gt;did you know Axl Rose is an anagram of Oral Sex.&lt;br /&gt;man that guy is so screwed up.&lt;br /&gt;i found a condom wrapper in my backyard this morning.&lt;br /&gt;no one owned up to it.&lt;br /&gt;i think it was the neighbours when they were doing it in the backyard they flung their "Ansell Ultra Thin Condom" into the middle of my backyard.&lt;br /&gt;that or, my dog picked it up somewhere and put it in our backyard.&lt;br /&gt;but my dog only has access to my backyard so therefore, someone obvoiusly chucked it into my backyard.&lt;br /&gt;maybe it was my brothers?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;EWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWW.&lt;br /&gt;=D see Bryan, i blogged!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CHEERS POPPYBISCUITSEEDS!&lt;br /&gt;Steph.&lt;div 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promise'/><author><name>GreenTea--</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08825314545307298367</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_SihfXZ3xZQ0/SJBTnpV5uWI/AAAAAAAAAAw/yN0jZZNXviU/S220/CIMG1191.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1208346566704819796.post-1002869049976477567</id><published>2010-08-09T17:50:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2010-08-09T18:03:56.103+10:00</updated><title type='text'>CHINAYEAHHHHH!</title><content type='html'>tis over i say tis over :D but i'm not complaining in fact i am CELEBRATING. GOODBYE LOOSE OLD ECONOMICS! I NO LONGER NEED TO PAY MY SERVICES TO YOU EVERY SINGLE NIGHT. but please don't leave me forever.&lt;br /&gt;i still need you for HSC (:&lt;br /&gt;i hope by then you get tighter. because i can't feel anything. JKS JKS ;)&lt;br /&gt;TO DEATH LABOUR MARKET. TO DEATH CHINA (CASE STUDY) TO DEATH ECO I SAY TO DEATH!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;for those of you who are, unimformed, I HAVE FINISHED MY ECONOMICS TRIAL. HOW AWESOME!~ and now it has given me thought to blog about.&lt;br /&gt;i am not going to blog about how much of the exam i got wrong because that would be indeed very sad so instead :D i shall talk about the most randomest things that come to mind because i shoudl do that to make up for the fact that i have no blogged in yet another century. (month?)&lt;br /&gt;I HAVE DITCHED MY BEAUTIFUL VOLLEYBALL FOR TWO WEEKS.&lt;br /&gt;blasphemy on me and i shall make up for it volleyball, don't you worry D:&lt;br /&gt;i'll hit it hard. JKS JKS KIDDING.&lt;br /&gt;ok i think it's post exam high that's making me like this.&lt;br /&gt;i am not like this usually :D i am calm and collected. of course.&lt;br /&gt;i cannot even begin to tell you how happy i am about finishing this, not to mention how nervous and panicky i was before the exam :S&lt;br /&gt;I CAN DO EVERYTHING NOW~! LIKE DRAMA AND DRAWING AND READING AND....&lt;br /&gt;of course.&lt;br /&gt;it never ends&lt;br /&gt;D: the big ass pile of shi....ny things to do that accumulated while i was doing eco. WHY OH WHY.&lt;br /&gt;damn thou knave and to the stake with english! i have two weeks worth of maths homework , bio assignment and also the bio notes to do. i just realised yearlies are in like a month&lt;br /&gt;GREAT. I DONT GET A BREAK AT ALL DO I. TT______TT&lt;br /&gt;oh well. RICE this weekend D:&lt;br /&gt;i've never gone before.. but it shall be a good experience. but to tell the truth, i am not religious&lt;br /&gt;i am simply going cos Jen's forcing me to.&lt;br /&gt;though i have wanted to go before. i shall experience it this once and if it's horrible i shall never go again. though do not be mistaken, i am not aetheist. i believe in that religion where i believe in something, not necessarily god, but in some superior being, but am not sure what. the name of such a religion escapes me D: but anyhow...&lt;br /&gt;i wonder if it'll be a waste of time, Rice.&lt;br /&gt;BIO EXCURSION NEXT WEEK YAY. i want to watch Toy Story 3 TT_____TT but no one wants to watch with me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;shall i make a pledge to blog everyday?&lt;br /&gt;=( saddens me to know that i neglect it. in fact now that i read my past posts my blog is so boring. it's like not emotionally rageous or entertaining, it's not knowledgable, nor is it funny. i must have a very boring blog. ablog about being a boring blog.&lt;br /&gt;ALLITERATION BWAHAHAH. oh well&lt;br /&gt;i paid for this webspace D: i deserve to screw it over ifi want. not.&lt;br /&gt;i want to submit works to Deviant Art :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*dying to get Copic Markers* but yeah :D off to do whatever i want to do!&lt;br /&gt;ZELDA WAIT FOR ME I HAVE A BIG ASS PEN....TAGON!&lt;br /&gt;okay, not funny :D have a great week guys!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheers!&lt;br /&gt;Steph.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1208346566704819796-1002869049976477567?l=runaway--train.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://runaway--train.blogspot.com/feeds/1002869049976477567/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1208346566704819796&amp;postID=1002869049976477567' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1208346566704819796/posts/default/1002869049976477567'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1208346566704819796/posts/default/1002869049976477567'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://runaway--train.blogspot.com/2010/08/ch-ina-yeahhhhh.html' title='CH&lt;s&gt;INA&lt;/s&gt;YEAHHHHH!'/><author><name>GreenTea--</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08825314545307298367</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_SihfXZ3xZQ0/SJBTnpV5uWI/AAAAAAAAAAw/yN0jZZNXviU/S220/CIMG1191.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1208346566704819796.post-2001709067532112572</id><published>2010-07-19T11:42:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2010-07-19T11:59:16.867+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Parties and Beautiful Bruises</title><content type='html'>do you guys not appreciate the change in blog title? usually it's just a complaint in how long i haven't posted or something complete random, so you guys must cherish this artistic blog title while you still can :P i think i'm a genius.&lt;br /&gt;not.&lt;br /&gt;but the blog title is very indicative as in my holidays (minus the work bit which comprises 90%) was basically parties and (beautiful) bruises. whicih all happened last week of course. today, again, i am cooped up at home typing away on my laptop on top of my economics textbook and intending to rip my HSC past papers any second. but i like saving paper so i wont rip them up in case i have to print them again. what i mean to say is, i went to Erin's birthday party, Jens homecoming party and also a sleepover at her house.&lt;br /&gt;and last friday i went paintballing for the very first time.&lt;br /&gt;now i shall start at the beggining before trying to recount in real time ( which is imppssible because that woudl take 48 hours.)&lt;br /&gt;Tuesday last week we went to the city, to celebrate Erin's birthday because it was her exact day ( and me and daniel's at th eback. it's ok. we're 16 she's 17 so she gets priority. it's one benefit of being old :P) we walked to the botanic gardens, taking up miho's fantastic offer of a change form what we usually do at the city ( which is like a ritual of galaxy world, underground arcade, k  and japanese lunch) however what we did in the whoel day was basically just that ritual, minus galaxy world and + botanical gardens.&lt;br /&gt;we walked and walked and we ate and ate. or at least i enjoyed the eatin gand walking bit. the plants were interesting. we saw many Belzy's. as in a lot of fruit bats&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHAHAHAHAH. and a lot of Erin's though i forget what it was that was an erin...&lt;br /&gt;moving on we all walked in a congo line around the Wishing Tree. it was a fig of some sort but it was definitely a memorable past time because it really did emphasise our 'Group Love' as miho likes to call it. i reckon it was just being retardedbut hey :D thats' still a form of relationship is it not?&lt;br /&gt;we wen tto Mizuya fo rlunch after miho made a booking for like 14 people. we boiled inthat room for 2 hours. i mean why would it not be hot? 14 sweating hormone raging and alpha and beta emitting teenagers (sorry daniel, what i mean is not chemistryical correct. it is an EXPRESSION.) in one room. you can expect some sort of heat going on. not to mention we were all pigging out. especially me :D&lt;br /&gt;K was fun though i reckon ( if i mrb correclty last time, mizuya had mv's) MIzuya sucked wihtout proper Mvs. i hate watching random white ppl dancing to alejandro when the actual mv is tres interesting. and JIZZTASTIC. i'm kidding. jizztastic is only suitable as a word for Joseph Zhang. no one else is as 'jizztastic' as that noob.&lt;br /&gt;after that chapter we all filed back to ERin's house for her party :D we had cake and pizza and we played a wide array (2) of games such as (wth) charades whiich  i must mention that we coudl talk and spin the bottle truth and dare. not to mention there were three random carlo guys there too whom i suppose felt a bit awkward to be there seeing as we were poking into their lives and we just met them since in 2hours. omoshiroi desu ne~&lt;br /&gt;however it was fun nonetheless but the fun did not stop there. after that i movd on to jen's house&lt;br /&gt;:D not to meniton is a MASSIVEEEE because it's a cube and as me and lenny deduced, a cube as the maximum value of volume ( i think )&lt;br /&gt;thye made me watch bruno (ugh) which was not that interesting in my opinion and fyi i DID NOT WATCH THE SPINNING SHIZZ, i am much more composed. and hten&lt;br /&gt;D: they wouldnt' let me sleep! so they kept me up! and when they decidd to sleep, THEY GO TTO SLEEP BEFOR EI DID. MEANING I WAS LAST TO SLEEP. so i sat looking at the ceiking think. why does life do this to me.&lt;br /&gt;bu ti did sleep by 330.&lt;br /&gt;the next day was Jen's party :D it was jizztastic! we watched euro trip whch was a lot mor enjoyable than bruno and we played wii&lt;br /&gt;sadly i walked home by the time it was 2 due to my pleading cries from my needy girlfriend. i must go home and do her.&lt;br /&gt;now i have wastd a lot of time typing up this post but i still have paintball to talk about, which i shall i promise, save until next time because AGAIN&lt;br /&gt;my needy girlfriend is giving the booty call. gosh she's so da sexxay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;not. but she's very high maintenance.&lt;br /&gt;have a nice last day holiday guys! :D back to school soon.&lt;br /&gt;booo =(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheers!&lt;br /&gt;Steph.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1208346566704819796-2001709067532112572?l=runaway--train.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://runaway--train.blogspot.com/feeds/2001709067532112572/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1208346566704819796&amp;postID=2001709067532112572' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1208346566704819796/posts/default/2001709067532112572'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1208346566704819796/posts/default/2001709067532112572'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://runaway--train.blogspot.com/2010/07/parties-and-beautiful-bruises.html' title='Parties and Beautiful Bruises'/><author><name>GreenTea--</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08825314545307298367</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_SihfXZ3xZQ0/SJBTnpV5uWI/AAAAAAAAAAw/yN0jZZNXviU/S220/CIMG1191.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1208346566704819796.post-8622967133353584625</id><published>2010-06-30T18:01:00.001+10:00</published><updated>2010-07-10T21:32:26.645+10:00</updated><title type='text'>and yet another century</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;has passed since i last blogged. However when i did sign in this time i was happy to find i had a follower :D MIHO I LOVE YOU &lt;3&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;and i do have a century's worth of rant to type out right now so i guess i'll get cracking. i shall skip the boring parts and those i cannot be bothered to type out. we finished exams blahblah&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;the usual shiz about how bad they were and how stuffed i am. and how bad my results are. but skip that: i have a few billion posts on those topics already and there will probably be more to come.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Today was Knock out volleyball finals. you could say that it was a disappointment, the results but to me,  it wasnt' far from my expectation, just far from what my team is expected of. the results were : out of two games we won one and lost one&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;the first one we won which placed up in top 8. itw as a 5 set game up until the 20s on both sides mind you. i'm exhausted from it. it gave me so many heart attacks.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;the second one we lost, in which our chances of going into top 4 were lost too. so we're going to play for 5th -8th tmrow.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;disappointed? maybe. shamed? definitely. i did break the 8 year streak. i am quite miserable about it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;what i can say is by my most honest opinion, the chances of us winning the 9th year were slim.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;i'm not trying to be pessimistic but it isthe reality&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;and i darenot say to anyone before today but seeing as it's over. what the heck.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Regretful? maybe. i guess we could've played better, maybe beat Blayney in the second game&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;after all, their best player was injured and spiking on one leg yet we still got owned.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;we are so short.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;i am definitely disappionted that we cannot continue such winning streaks. and i am embarrased that it has to be our team to break it. i get to go down in history as the shizzy captain that broke the streak. brilliant.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;however i did not raise high expectations in fear of disappiontment though i was not pessimistic for miracles do happen and if we played our super best, there was a chance in winning.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Nevertheless our streak is broken and we must leg go of the shield to some other school.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;it makes me sick thinking about it. i feel like i let everyone down, Mr Drew the most.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;moving on i do hope we win our games tmrow. at least then we'll be 5th.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Terrific.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;better luck next year, i hope that circumstances change by then.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; Apart form our oponents our actual play wasn't too bad which is why i guess i can't say i'm too regretful.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;we did have our times of shine but we had our times of the pits as well.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;i definitely did.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;the first5  sets up to the max definitely wore me out. the 2nd game to me felt like i was floating. but not in the good way. like the jelly-way.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;we could've communicated better, hit better, recieved better and definitely SERVED BETTER.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;that was a real downer.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;well after such an unfortunate report my Volleyball ic an't say much. i dont want to talk about school seeing as it seems like such a drag after how i know i went for exams.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the above was written more than a week ago and i saved it in drafts and i finally have been bothered to maybe finish my post. yes, an achievement. since then i have been down up and down up and down up and down.&lt;br /&gt;of a mountain of course&lt;br /&gt;full of snow of course (:&lt;br /&gt;I LOVE SKIING ! &lt;3 snow forever and ever. which is one more reason i don't like ben dumping rubbish cos it CAUSES GLOBAL WARMING.&lt;br /&gt;which means less snow for me =( which sucksss.&lt;br /&gt;anyway moving on, i have photos and vids and such which i am obviously not botehred to post.&lt;br /&gt;i shall try find the camera take out the memory card put it in upload it then enter it and hope for the best that it wont have another error on me like stupid facebook did last two times i tried to upload my jap photos. i need to rant.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;school sucks. but i had forgotten so the few days i was at the snow, it was blissful. but now i'm back i can only sulk about it even more and just cower behind my large pile of work to do. and not do it. it's been a term since Japan and i miss it sorely and i wish i was still there and never have to leave from my holiday. i want my holiday.&lt;br /&gt;holiday you ask, is that not now? well my holiday consists of worrying about my work, concluding i cant be bothered to do it, worrying about not getting it done, and ending up in a depressed mess of steph. that is just the beginning.&lt;br /&gt;i have youth league to worry about. i found out the trials was in 5 weeks. my heart is wrenching in worry and nostalgia. and worry. and worry.&lt;br /&gt;i want to lose some shiz from my belly. and my ass and my thigh while i'm at it. maybe my neck too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;life is imperfect and i acknowledge it, however the scope of it never ceases to surprise me. Disappointment is like a disease that spreads from one aspect of life to another, from one person to another. and it seems to like living in me.&lt;br /&gt;and now you're going to think, oh shiz she's going to get all soppy and whatnot but i'm going to disappoint you again, i'm not going to. i believe that thoughts that i bear are relatively universal and i need waste my energy typing it out onto the world wide web which is in fact rather very insecure ( sorry if i know nothing about the internetskizz) and wasting your time reading it.&lt;br /&gt;no one reads this.&lt;br /&gt;EXCPET FOR YOU MIHO I LOVE YOU &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;BUT YOU'RE WASTIG YOUR TIME. i'ma very very bad blogger, i blog like a madcow and it doens't make sense, lacks punctuation and apparently is very boring. well, i agree&lt;br /&gt;no one wants to hear about the problems that i possess because apparenty they are rather trivial, of course you woudl know. last of all, i don tblog often enough. not yet nearly enough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;say you're sorry that face of an angel comes out just when you need it to.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;as i pace back and forth all this time cos i honestly believed in you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;holding on the days track on stupid girl i shoudl've known, should've known...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;that i'm not your princess, this ain't a fairytale, i'm not the one you'll sweep off her feet&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;lead her up the stairwell, this ain't hollywood, this is a small town&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;i was a dreamer before you ever let me down&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;now its too late for you and your white horse, to come around&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;to me Taylor Swift is rather overrated and although she's not too bad, everyone bags her out anyway. but everyone knows how to sing her song.&lt;br /&gt;life is hilarious.&lt;br /&gt;it's the same wiht Justin Bieber, everyone says they hate him yet they all know the worlds&lt;br /&gt;his songs sound good, face it people it's not thaaaaaaaaat terrible&lt;br /&gt;note, thaaaaaat terrible.&lt;br /&gt;i wonder if this is a long enough post to make up for the century that i didn't post?&lt;br /&gt;i wish i coudl go see toy story three i'm literally dying to see it&lt;br /&gt;but no&lt;br /&gt;my girlfriend wnats me to stay and do her alll day long.&lt;br /&gt;ie the in joke is, Economics my sweet (and hot) girlfriend. of coures.&lt;br /&gt;didn't know what you were thinking :P heh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i want to be sure but i know i never will be. somewhere i think i've heard of a saying..&lt;br /&gt;"only the human mind is stupid enough to create something as implicit and complex as love"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;or something along the lines of that. glad or not? i dont know.&lt;br /&gt;I LOVE CRUNCHIE&lt;3 I MISSED HIM SO MUCH IT'S NOT FUNNY D:&lt;br /&gt;he's my little boy :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i promise (hopefully) to post more often! ie, les than a century interval =) i wish i coudl be a good blogger but this is my garbage space so if it's not interesting you are not obliged to read. goodnight.&lt;br /&gt;2FAST2FURIOUS! IMMA GO WATCH NOW :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheers!&lt;br /&gt;Steph&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&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/1208346566704819796-8622967133353584625?l=runaway--train.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://runaway--train.blogspot.com/feeds/8622967133353584625/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1208346566704819796&amp;postID=8622967133353584625' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1208346566704819796/posts/default/8622967133353584625'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1208346566704819796/posts/default/8622967133353584625'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://runaway--train.blogspot.com/2010/06/and-yet-another-century.html' title='and yet another century'/><author><name>GreenTea--</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08825314545307298367</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_SihfXZ3xZQ0/SJBTnpV5uWI/AAAAAAAAAAw/yN0jZZNXviU/S220/CIMG1191.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1208346566704819796.post-9178360113229400699</id><published>2010-04-25T10:57:00.001+10:00</published><updated>2010-04-25T11:29:58.798+10:00</updated><title type='text'>one month later.</title><content type='html'>it has indeed been nearly another month since i last posted. And in this month, a lot has indeed taken place. For me to summarise a month in one blogpost is somewhat impossible but i shall try and amuse you. ALthough my memory fails me as to the last details and the funny moments of teh last month, i still have a whole of Japan to rant about :P :P&lt;br /&gt;It starts off with a frantic mess of books. Deserate tries to cram and also a mind full of OMGD STUDY STUDY STUDY STUDY STUDY BITCH STUDY.&lt;br /&gt;the thought of failure is just appalling especially in a school such as Baulko&lt;br /&gt;It's just too bad that Failure just keeps coming round, passing me visits and essentially teasing me in the face T____T&lt;br /&gt;i think i'll skip most of how the exams went *AHEMNOAHEM* because i think thres more than enough posts in the blog about FAILURE IN EXAMS. and i need not add a few more rant posts on how bad it is. because it's&lt;br /&gt;that&lt;br /&gt;bad.&lt;br /&gt;Alternatively i shall skip to the euphoria that overwhelmed me the minute my Jap exam finished, my last exam that is, and the thought of spending the next two weeks in Japan with my friends. FANTASTIC. i knew it would've been great before it even started. I cram packed in one day&lt;br /&gt;and luckily didn't forget anythign despite i packed teh day before:P&lt;br /&gt;In Japan, it's okay to be weird. i really belong there. but other than that&lt;br /&gt;WE DIDN'T GET ENOUGH TIME TO SHOP and as i told that to Brendan he said, is that all you girls do? shop?! the answer is INCORRECT in fact, we did do a lot of sightseeing and although i do admit that i much prefer shopping over sightseeing, it's still amust in Japan.&lt;br /&gt;the many billion temples and shrines , we probably only managed to see a millionth of it. Still, amazing as it is, after a few they all kinda just mold into one.. all the same.&lt;br /&gt;but i love the charms they sell D: i bought a study charm BECAUSE I'M IN DESPERATE NEED OF A THOUSAND OF THEM sadly however i'm not rich enough to buy athousand.&lt;br /&gt;am i boring you yet?&lt;br /&gt;the best thing abotu Japan in my opinion would definitely be the FOOD. you can get dinner for 2 bucks. a whole bowl of udon in Oosaka ( but not Tokyo) for 150yen. and last time i went, i ate like two bowls for dinner :D&lt;br /&gt;FOOD IS CHEAP AND ABUNDANT IN JAPAN. UNLIKE AUSTRALIA.&lt;br /&gt;i love Jap food, in fact from this you can probably deduce that I LOVE FOOD.&lt;br /&gt;in short, Japan is like eating heaven for me and i eat absolutely anything/everything ( except taro ) and the cheapness of it all in Japan makes me even happier to stuff myself fat three times a day. not mentioning that we have a breakfast buffet everymorning in which i have to hold my stomach up afterward to go up the lift and back to the hotel room to try and breathe it off.&lt;br /&gt;I guess it kinda balances out considering teh amoutn of walking we did. Though compared to last time it wasn't as much but still quite a lot. My feet definitely hurt after every day if it wasn't for Miho's Sarongpasses. if thats how you spell it. either way yes, i think i did gain weight as teh food did out do the excercise...&lt;br /&gt;speaking of excercise I DID PLAY VOLLEYBALL IN JAPAN. WITH TEH COOLEST VBALLER I'VE EVER MET. This guy, although not handsome in the face knows how to play volleyball, and although i know many guys taht can.&lt;br /&gt;This one definitely tops them all because he can DIG WITH HIS BUTT. and dont' look at me like i like every second guy that can hit a ball wiht his butt, but wha ti mean is he can CONTROLLABLY hit with his butt, shoulder, head and stomach successively. and after that he can samba dance after every point. meaning he can DANCE. but in that sense, he's just FUNN to play with. After every point he smashes ( man he can hit ) he does hit butt jiggle but not a jiggle in a bad way :P hahaha. but last of all HE'S JAP. which probably elevateshim that much more in my list of ALLTIME AWESOME VOLLEYBALLERS.&lt;br /&gt;but the tragedy of it all in conjuction wiht my stupidity is THAT I FORGOT TO TAKE A PHOTO WIHT HIM/ ASK HIM FOR HIS NAME/ ASK FOR HIS EMAIL/ASK FOR HIS NUMBER. which&lt;br /&gt;really&lt;br /&gt;really&lt;br /&gt;really sucks.&lt;br /&gt;i think i'll make a mental note to ask my jap budy the guys name and email :D&lt;br /&gt;and now that swings my post to my JAP BUDDY.&lt;br /&gt;MY GOD HE'S SO CUTE HE'S ONLY 13 BUT WOULD YOU HIT THAT. kidding, but that doens't change that he's THE CUTEST OF HS GRADE ( yes that's right, i win girlies) but he has a striking resemblence of Chris Kew. D: but a much younger/baby faced/cuter version. AND HE TYPED ME AN EMAIL LIKE 2 HOURS AFTER WE PARTED&lt;br /&gt;i am going to go back to Japan one day and find him and then see if he's still cute.&lt;br /&gt;LOL. no i'm not a pedo sorry :P&lt;br /&gt;but he was quite the awesome..... WHY HASN'T HE REPLIED MY EMAILL T____T&lt;br /&gt;moving on however, looking back on the two weeks which i can't help bu tmention went by WAY TOO FAST FOR MY LIKING, it was over in a flash. not enough.&lt;br /&gt;AND I NEARLY FORGOT TO MENTION&lt;br /&gt;the claw machines in Japan. ADDICTIVE. a money eater but so VERY ENTERTAINING. :P you could say it's partly our fault we got a few of the year 10s hooked on those things. but i was hooked on them myself. My mum had teh sense to tell me not to spend money on it anymore but hey... THEY'RE ADDICTIVE... at least i stopped after a reasonable time.. the others just kept.... feeding more money and more money and in the end  resulted in an armful of soft toys...&lt;br /&gt;and then gave them away :D&lt;br /&gt;too fast, two weeks is not enough. THe two weeks were definitely an experience and not just a holiday in Japan. it's like bonding time with your friends. Curfew at like 12 every night meanta hanging in the street and arcading however it did bring the 25 of us closer. Even with the year 10s, those retards :P&lt;br /&gt;IN that sense it's awesome. staying up in each others rooms. playing 'i never'..&lt;br /&gt;speaking of which WE PLAYED WITH WASABI, CURRY AND KIMUCHI FLAVOURED LAMUNE. if you dont' know what lamune is then it's just lemonade... with a marble in it :D&lt;br /&gt;but anyway, THE KIMUCHI LAMUNE RUMOURED TO BE THE WORST, was tried by ev eryone but me :D coz i'm so pro i avoided it! it nearly made jen puke up.... well, for her it was probs teh wrost coz she hated kimuchi to start off with... then again she hates curry too.&lt;br /&gt;Wasabi tasted like nothing D: Curry was.. strange :P :P&lt;br /&gt;i win!&lt;br /&gt;i mjust talk about Kelvin getting drunk. he wanted a peach drink so he bought the first one he saw and didn't realise it was 3% alcohol until he drank it. IT WAS WRITTEN IN ENGLISH THE NONG. but he was so alcohol intolerant he got drunk after the can finished :D WHATANOOOOB. not saying i'm alcohol tolerant, i'm not thats why i'm not stupid enough to buy an alcoholic drink wihtout knowing :P&lt;br /&gt;HIS EARS AND FACE WENT RED AND I THINK AT ONE POINT HE GOT SO GIGGLY he jizzed.&lt;br /&gt;kidding :P but yes, he went all high....&lt;br /&gt;and red.&lt;br /&gt;i do have photographic evidence but seeing as i'm a lazy bum i can'ta be bothered to post it D: I HAVE BLOGGED SO MUCH&lt;br /&gt;ARE YOU PROUD OYSTER?! i am :D&lt;br /&gt;but i shall stop there. and maybe blog about how i came back and was SO DISAPPOINTED BY MY EXAMS AND THERE MY DREAM ENDEDDDDD for now. i want to see wha ti want for lunch and then cook it ~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheeeeeeeeeeers ,&lt;br /&gt;Steph!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1208346566704819796-9178360113229400699?l=runaway--train.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://runaway--train.blogspot.com/feeds/9178360113229400699/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1208346566704819796&amp;postID=9178360113229400699' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1208346566704819796/posts/default/9178360113229400699'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1208346566704819796/posts/default/9178360113229400699'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://runaway--train.blogspot.com/2010/04/one-month-later.html' title='one month later.'/><author><name>GreenTea--</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08825314545307298367</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_SihfXZ3xZQ0/SJBTnpV5uWI/AAAAAAAAAAw/yN0jZZNXviU/S220/CIMG1191.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1208346566704819796.post-33238471493030093</id><published>2010-03-30T14:38:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2010-03-30T14:40:46.199+11:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>so why was i not informed that we need 1+ texts for english extension?&lt;br /&gt;because as Bryan says, my friends are users =(&lt;br /&gt;which i dont believe is ture BUT.&lt;br /&gt;TT_____________________________________________________________TT WHY DID NO ONE TELL ME?&lt;br /&gt;WHY WHY WHY WHY&lt;br /&gt;WHY WHY&lt;br /&gt;WHY WHY WHY WHY&lt;br /&gt;WHY WHY WHY WHY&lt;br /&gt;WHY WHY WHYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYY DOES NO ONE CARE?&lt;br /&gt;WHYYYYYYYYYYYYYYY IS IT THAT WHEN MCNICOL MARKED MY ESSAY HE SAID NOTHING?&lt;br /&gt;WHYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYY DIDN'T DO ANOTHE RTEXT LKE I WAS PLANNING TO&lt;br /&gt;WHYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYY IS IT THAT I ALWYAS FAIL.&lt;br /&gt;why why why why why.&lt;br /&gt;i hate english&lt;br /&gt;T____________________T i hate myself&lt;br /&gt;WEHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;no cheers today.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1208346566704819796-33238471493030093?l=runaway--train.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://runaway--train.blogspot.com/feeds/33238471493030093/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1208346566704819796&amp;postID=33238471493030093' title='0 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type='html'>OHH MAIII GAHAAAAAADDD,&lt;br /&gt;IS IT POSSIBLE TO RUN OUT OF MATHS TO DO?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i miss maths.&lt;br /&gt;i want maths.&lt;br /&gt;i need maths.&lt;br /&gt;:O :O :O&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LET'S GO DO MATHS!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHA. MATHS MATHS MATHS &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there, long time no post and i'm sorry that you people are probably disappointed in the lack of meaning in my post, but you must admit.&lt;br /&gt;Maths is KAMI...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NO KE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA, no not funny.&lt;br /&gt;okay (: I LOVE YOUR CBOX SPAM MIHO!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Until after exams, and hoepfully before JAPAN, at least i refrained from complaining about how fail the exams are going to be,&lt;br /&gt;Cheers!~ Steph&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1208346566704819796-7300107243152231605?l=runaway--train.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://runaway--train.blogspot.com/feeds/7300107243152231605/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1208346566704819796&amp;postID=7300107243152231605' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1208346566704819796/posts/default/7300107243152231605'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1208346566704819796/posts/default/7300107243152231605'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://runaway--train.blogspot.com/2010/03/o.html' title=':O'/><author><name>GreenTea--</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08825314545307298367</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_SihfXZ3xZQ0/SJBTnpV5uWI/AAAAAAAAAAw/yN0jZZNXviU/S220/CIMG1191.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1208346566704819796.post-3682100229884851199</id><published>2010-02-12T21:09:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2010-02-12T21:30:07.909+11:00</updated><title type='text'>GUITAR&amp;VOLLEYBALL</title><content type='html'>It does sound like a very unlikely title to a blog post but it's the best summary i suppose. And just to add in right now, it's pouring so hard. And i love the sound of it&lt;br /&gt;I love the sound of pouring rain because it sounds nice. I love the smell too, it's very calming.&lt;br /&gt;well you might think i'm weird, i only like it though when i'm not stuck in it XD, obviously.&lt;br /&gt;oh, but now its' stopped =( boooo&lt;br /&gt;well i was trying to learn to play guitar because i always thought guitar was the best instrument ever. It sounds nice and not screechy, it's portable (unlike my piano T__T) and i can sing to it (if ever.) It's also TEN BILLION MORE TIMES ROMANTIC THAN A VIOLIN (yes erin, that was just to spite you)&lt;br /&gt;i really do want to learn to play guitar, because i acutally think that it is essential to at least play an insturment and even though i know how to play piano, id really want to know how to guitartoo. coz guitar is just so awesome ! :D&lt;br /&gt;Just then, i found out that unlike piano, you only play the same thign over and over again in guitar but you sing different songs to it @____@&lt;br /&gt;which i suppose makes it easy   (?) well, i'm not to talk i'm so noob.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I GOT INTO SYDNEYWEST VOLLEYBALL YAY! call for celebration because i'm acutally happy i made it. But sadly i've had a very hard time deciding whether to go because it's such a bitch that it has to coincide with my eco half yearly and you all shoudl know how much i love my eco.&lt;br /&gt;KL;JADFJK;ADF;FKJ!?!&lt;br /&gt;and i asked for it to be set the monday before i lealve BUT NOOOOOOOOOO IT'S ALL *someones* fault doing *geo* excursion THAT IT CAN'T BE ON MONDAY. THAT'S ONE PERSON. it's me AND jen that needs to do it that day or else we have to come back, study, then exam it.&lt;br /&gt;JK;ADF;KJAFD;JKD;FKJADFJ =( STUPID GEOGRAPHY EXCURSION. now i can't play volleyball with a free mind coz i'll be ECONOMICING ON TEH INSIDE while i smash those sorry bums of some other hole in NSW. boooo.&lt;br /&gt;well, at least it's multitasking but honestly, i hate studyign during holidays (or when i play vball)&lt;br /&gt;because it's just not a holiday then.&lt;br /&gt;I WANT TO DO ECO BEFORE I LEAVLEEEE AND THEN I CAN PLAY WIHTOUT WORRYING ABOTU STUDYING COZ IF I WORRY I CAN'T PLAY PROPERLY.&lt;br /&gt;ugh. Not to mention the sydneywest is at ARMIDALE&lt;br /&gt;yeah you're asking, Where is that? well it's 7 hours drive away and i have to make my way there. SO HOW DO I?!!! well they have an airport there&lt;br /&gt;we either a) carpool&lt;br /&gt;b) hire a bus and a driver (?)&lt;br /&gt;c) catch a plane (errrr.)&lt;br /&gt;yeah, i'm screwed but i haev indeed decided to go, DESPITE my economic commitments,&lt;br /&gt;oh i love Economics &lt;3&lt;3&lt;3&lt;br /&gt;but yeah, i dont think i'm letting this one slide even though it'll require probably twice the effort to study more and missing all those eco lessons.. not taht i learn much, i usually sleep wiht my eyes open :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;alrighty Bryan is that enough for you? i want to continue to learn my guitarr!!!&lt;br /&gt;Cheeeeeers,&lt;br /&gt;Steph~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1208346566704819796-3682100229884851199?l=runaway--train.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://runaway--train.blogspot.com/feeds/3682100229884851199/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1208346566704819796&amp;postID=3682100229884851199' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1208346566704819796/posts/default/3682100229884851199'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1208346566704819796/posts/default/3682100229884851199'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://runaway--train.blogspot.com/2010/02/guitar.html' title='GUITAR&amp;VOLLEYBALL'/><author><name>GreenTea--</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08825314545307298367</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_SihfXZ3xZQ0/SJBTnpV5uWI/AAAAAAAAAAw/yN0jZZNXviU/S220/CIMG1191.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1208346566704819796.post-6326839138277064637</id><published>2010-02-07T20:58:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2010-02-07T21:43:20.800+11:00</updated><title type='text'>Long time no Post</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Staring at the blank page before you&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;open up the dirty window&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;let the sun illuminate the words that you could not find&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Reaching for something in the distance&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;So close you can almost taste it&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Release you inhibitions,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Feel the Rain on your skin&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;No one else can feel it for you&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Only you can let it in&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;No one else, No one else can speak the words on your lips&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Drench yourself in words unspoken&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Live your life with arms wide open&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Today is where your book begins,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;the rest is still &lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;unwritten.&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Where these lyrics are now relevant to the weather we have now, constant rain, i must say that i really like them. They do come from the Pantene song though it's not really an ad jingle, Pantene just uses it, "Unwritten" by Natasha Bedingfield. i think the lyrics speak truth and although they may be commericially written by some opium addict, i agree with them. It's defintely healthier to &lt;u&gt;live your life with arms wide open&lt;/u&gt; and sometimes just to go with the flow rather than trying to predict everything. Because that's life and that is how i interpret the Songs title, Unwritten.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;And that is the end of this week's episode of philosophical feed, after all i did like punch my brain inside out to think of the meaning of "human condition" so my philosphical fuel has ran out and i cbb bsing anymore because i feel like an oversqueezed lemon. squeezed dry.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;i acutally had a lot to blog about before, but rightnow it all seems to escapes my mind, because right now i'm in a state that's not very comfortable.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;How one question that someone could ask can stump me so hard that i can't help but cringe in guilt. Because it seems that i had done wrong without knowing and right now i've just curled up in defence and sulked in my puddle of tears. Which is just so sad.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I dont feel well at all.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Think about it, drinking a smoothie blended of guilt, a stomachache and some more guilt. It's horrible.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;And now that i think i've written too much for it to be healthy for anyone reading this in case this is contagious, i shall move on to a happier note. Crunchie has grown a kilo in 4 weeks. OMYGOD HE'S MY BIG BOY NOWWWWW. Yesterday was his first trip to the vet and he had his temperature checked (via bum) and two vaccinations and he didn't seem to flinch at all :D he's such a goodboy!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;He's very obedient now, which has actually surprised my mum and to my pride and also relief as if he wasn't, my mum would've sold him by now =( which would suck because i'd be like... a withered mother.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I really think you should read a book called "The day after Tomorrow" by Allan Folsom.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I can't dance.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I dont like it when Guy Sebastian sings.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I wish my Economics textbook would magically thin into less than half.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I dont like philosphical questions like "why do i exist?"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I liked that guy who did the Seminar last year(year before?), Glenn. He is my Hope.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I guess now you just had a glimpse of my train of thought but really, i'm that out of things to talk about that i have to type out my thoughts. I shoudl also promise that i'll blog some more, hopefully once a week&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;haha, but i dont like making empty promises :P so i'll just say i'll try to and keep motivated and hopefully remind myself to blog when i acutally have something to talk about.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I just remembered, i wanted to bitch about English. but i'll save that for next time :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Cheers!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Steph.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1208346566704819796-6326839138277064637?l=runaway--train.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://runaway--train.blogspot.com/feeds/6326839138277064637/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1208346566704819796&amp;postID=6326839138277064637' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1208346566704819796/posts/default/6326839138277064637'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1208346566704819796/posts/default/6326839138277064637'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://runaway--train.blogspot.com/2010/02/long-time-no-post.html' title='Long time no Post'/><author><name>GreenTea--</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08825314545307298367</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_SihfXZ3xZQ0/SJBTnpV5uWI/AAAAAAAAAAw/yN0jZZNXviU/S220/CIMG1191.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1208346566704819796.post-8614061031351712832</id><published>2010-01-28T17:09:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2010-01-28T17:25:37.724+11:00</updated><title type='text'>First day of Senior School</title><content type='html'>So today was the first day of Year 11 and we really spent the whole day listening to teachers telling us how screwed we're going to be if we don't study. How different and how much more work senior school is going to be. Well, i guess one good point was that i didn't get my economics assessment back - as paix had broken her foot and had to 'duck out' - meaning that at least i didn't have to -immediately- start off my year with a complete and utter failure. Also, i also found out that being in first class maths means that you're basically pressured to do 4unit maths. Although my mum absolutely doubts my ability to do maths, i think i'll give it a go. Though i hope it doens't end in utter failure... like a lot of other things.&lt;br /&gt;On Thursdays i have Quad English. Oh Crapola. man double enlgihs is bad enough but QUADRUPLE ENGLISH?! seriously, you've got to be kidding me , ughhh. And this only ever gives Maggie more to laugh at, those who bother doing 3 u eng and is online T___________T&lt;br /&gt;At first i thought, man this year i'm so set for English. I have Cariaian and Mcnicol, what could go wrong?&lt;br /&gt;BUT NOW IT'S NOT ALRIGHT, GOD CARIAIN ISN'T TEACHING ANYMORE and now i have this lil blondie teacher called ms Bowey. but really, i'm very depressed right now because now my english worries ARE BACK TO HAUNT ME. CARAIAAANNNN TT_____________TT&lt;br /&gt;i'm not saying the new teacher is bad, but seeing as she hasn't taught before and is young , nothing compared to good'ol Cariaians experience. my confidence in her is nothing compared to Caraians. I'm very very very sad that i am also going to fail at English. and Bowey also said that she'll take us next year. oh deary deary&lt;br /&gt;Oh whoopdidoo to 2010.&lt;br /&gt;i can only ever sit back and work my butt off hoping that maybe the gods of failure will spare me this year. yes, but other than the soon to be bleak future revealed today, I guess it was pretty cool to see everyone again.&lt;br /&gt;We have like 20 new people in our grade though i haven't met any of them yet =( which kinda sucks coz i want to meet them all :D&lt;br /&gt;there aren't many in my classes and those that are, sits across the room =( i shall have to find new ways to communicate to these new people rofl.&lt;br /&gt;I am now a proud senior pineapple/lemon girl (Y) i can't wait till tmrow where i get to show off to all the other juniors my beautiful and very fashionable bright yellow shirt and olive green skirt! yes, of course they will tower in my intimidation HAHAHAH.&lt;br /&gt;I guess all i can say now is that, i'll try my very best this year, hope for the very best and probably enjoy my last year in somewhat-freedom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;More for later (:&lt;br /&gt;Cheers!&lt;br /&gt;Steph&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1208346566704819796-8614061031351712832?l=runaway--train.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://runaway--train.blogspot.com/feeds/8614061031351712832/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1208346566704819796&amp;postID=8614061031351712832' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1208346566704819796/posts/default/8614061031351712832'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1208346566704819796/posts/default/8614061031351712832'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://runaway--train.blogspot.com/2010/01/first-day-of-senior-school.html' title='First day of Senior School'/><author><name>GreenTea--</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08825314545307298367</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_SihfXZ3xZQ0/SJBTnpV5uWI/AAAAAAAAAAw/yN0jZZNXviU/S220/CIMG1191.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1208346566704819796.post-7558546874200264235</id><published>2010-01-25T21:05:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2010-01-25T21:31:50.891+11:00</updated><title type='text'>BLOG while i still have the urge to.</title><content type='html'>While the title of this post seems to me like i have some kind of 'pleasure' in blogging, i don't. not that kind of 'pleasure' anyway. If anything, i am satisfied to just blurt out whatever's spitting out of my mouth(fingers) and as you can see from my past archives, sometimes i can go months without this urge so when i do get the urge i should take advantage of it and make productive use of it.&lt;br /&gt;Hence why i am here now.&lt;br /&gt;I decided i shall dedicate this post to my new dog (: BECAUSE I LOVE HIM SO MUCH! and that he's the newest biggest thing in my life. not physcially big of course, just metaphorically big. See my dog is a Japanese Spitz and he is now 9 weeks old,  he first moved in at 8 weeks. and even in that span of one week i believe that he has grown D: i must take pictures and lots and lots of them before he grows out of being puppy and he's a big boy and everything :D:D:D:D&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHAHAHHA yes, i am an overobsessed mother and my parents did tell me treat him like a son. and i have (:&lt;br /&gt;His name is Crunchie and i will post pics/vids later after i can be bothered to upload... and fyi he is acutally not named after a chocolate, he is acutally named after Crunchy wiht an ie coz both me and my bro's name ends in ie so we decided, to integrate him into our asian family we wanted to name him Crunchy wiht an ie too (: AND FOR THOSE PEOPLE OUT THERE *ahem* I DO APPRECIATE IT IF YOU DO NOT DISS HIS NAME.&lt;br /&gt;He is the most adorable ball of fluff you will ever see and you will fall in love wiht him just like i have :D and erin has, and the people on teh street have because he's just that cute :D&lt;br /&gt;man i should've named him Prince. but that'd be plain arrogance D:&lt;&lt;br /&gt;anyhow, apart from his outer appearance, he is acutally a very big bundle of trouble though he is adjusting well in this past week HES' SUPER SMART LIKE, I TAUGHT HIM HOW TO SIT  :D:D:D&lt;br /&gt;AND HE CAN LIE DOWN TOO! sometimes, that definitely needs more work. Because he's asian he's going to be a genius coz he's just cool like that (Y)&lt;br /&gt;he bumped into my glass window/door :D but taht was once, he never did it again. He loves biting fingers, wrists, ankles, legs. but i think that might be a puppy habit and i do hope he grows out of it. He's super excited whenver he sees us after we leave him to go out for a while coz he loves us that much (:&lt;br /&gt;Today i went out wiht him for a walk, and like all the previous walks i've been wiht him, he never walks out front. Contradictory to my first impressions that dogs walk in front, Crunchie always walked behind - trying to catch up - and beside me. however i assumed that he was just being a girl and was just too scared. Which turned otu to be true, BECAUSE TODAY WAS THE FIRST TIME HE WALKED IN FRONT OF ME from the end of the street to my house coz he FINALLY KNOWS HIS WAY HOME! I AM SO PROUD!&lt;br /&gt;now i know how it feels when you're an actual mother and your child takes his/her first step&lt;br /&gt;*tears of joy*&lt;br /&gt;anyway, after that drama episode i am very proud to say that my dog is very intelligent ( more than i even thought ) and that after only one week, he is trained to pee/poo on newspapers indoors in enclosed spaces, and on grass outdoors.&lt;br /&gt;though i am slightly bummed to always be the pooper scooper, that's part of the contract for owning a dog, but i'm not saying i regret it because i really don't.&lt;br /&gt;he is my bundle of joy. Someone who will (hopefully) never leave me, always be there when i need him and doesn't walk out. like some other might.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All in all,  i am super happy that i now own a dog :D after 15 years ( well slightly less) of wanting one and begging for one, i have done the impossible in the eyes of my parents because the dog was a deal (:&lt;br /&gt;but of course that's confidential.&lt;br /&gt;i shall post more about him because he's my baby.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheeries :D,&lt;br /&gt;Steph&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1208346566704819796-7558546874200264235?l=runaway--train.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://runaway--train.blogspot.com/feeds/7558546874200264235/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1208346566704819796&amp;postID=7558546874200264235' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1208346566704819796/posts/default/7558546874200264235'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1208346566704819796/posts/default/7558546874200264235'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://runaway--train.blogspot.com/2010/01/blog-while-i-still-have-urge-to.html' title='BLOG while i still have the urge to.'/><author><name>GreenTea--</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08825314545307298367</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_SihfXZ3xZQ0/SJBTnpV5uWI/AAAAAAAAAAw/yN0jZZNXviU/S220/CIMG1191.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1208346566704819796.post-3682908901917823136</id><published>2010-01-13T10:38:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2010-01-13T11:15:31.951+11:00</updated><title type='text'>NEW LOOK for 2O1O</title><content type='html'>although i am 13 days late for the new look, it's the thought that counts and i know what you're thinking. you're thinking, gee she's used it in the wrong context but really, i don't care if i have &gt;____&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i should pick off where i left off lastt ime an di shall start wiht my trip to Tasmania. I left on 25th December and drove 9 hours down to melbourne&lt;br /&gt;then it was quite the disaster becuase it was christmas day and no shops were open so we basically starved alll day. Then we took the "spirit of Tasmania" down to Tasmania (well whoopdidoo) and then we drove all around Tasmania, avging 3 hours a day. then we came back on the 2nd of January. as for NYE, i was on the Devonport habour watching fail fireworks (Y)&lt;br /&gt;but fireworks all the same, they were pretty sad and small but hey, it's NYE.&lt;br /&gt;My overview on the trip to Tasmania is , in terms of civilisation it is a &lt;strong&gt;hole.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;besides Hobart and a select few other towns but otherwise, there wasn't much food. Seeing Macdonalds waslike OMGAH. MACCAS KYAHH!&lt;br /&gt;And it was also the first time i ever ate Chinese Takeaway :D yeah, believe it or not i've never eaten it before doubting it's taste and i was half right. it was.... maaaamaaa but better than i anticipated.&lt;br /&gt;moving on from food, apart from food - THOUGH I MUST MENTION there are foods in Tasmania that are AWESOMELY DELICIOUSSSS LIKE YUM ~! like CHERRIES, they're acutally HEART SHAPED! really nice dark red heart shapes SWEET MASSIVE CHERRIES!&lt;br /&gt;ahahahhaha i'll pop your cherry ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;no i'm kidding (:&lt;br /&gt;also, TASSY HAS GOOD JAM! probably due to the good cherries, raspberries, strawberries... everything. we bought a kilo-two kilos of cherries everyday :D all YUMMY and cheaper (than supermarkets)&lt;br /&gt;okay, now really moving on from food, the rest of Tasmania is definitely worth it. My family doesn't mind long car trips seeing as my dad loves driving. The moutainous landscapes were defienitely a thumbs up. Being there kind of felt like New Zealand except hotter &gt;&lt;&lt;br /&gt;my Dad loves photos so i think he felt likehe was in heaven what wiht all the beautiful backgrounds and all. Going there felt like Duke of Ed alll over again :D coz again my dad loves bush walking so yeah. we hiked it up nearly all the tracks we could find- given the little time we had. although it was hard to hike in my sneakers (ohmybeautifulvolleyballoneswhichmydadforcedmetousebutididn'twanttocoztheywereforVOLLEYBALL!)&lt;br /&gt;the "reward" at the very summit is definitely worth a few specks of dirt on my sneakers. HAHAHA nahh i'm kidding, i mean it's definitely breath taking.&lt;br /&gt;I absolutely LOVE the air after it rains or even during because i love the smell of the freshness of it. It smels positively Beautiful. and on top of Mt Cradle thats what it smells like. the green of forage and an open sky, littered with lakes of crystal and the occasional sun beaming through the pillow of clouds- i love it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After all the rocks we did visit a few touristy places like the CADBURY FACTORY - seriously, the BIGGEST DISAPPOINTMENT AT ALL. i heard so much about it how it was so cool about the tubs of chocolate and what not. but when we got there, we had to pay to get in. to get to the discount chocolate shop. to buy more chocolate.&lt;br /&gt;LIKE WADDAHELLAMAN?! i think it might be because they stoppe dthe factory tours due to the amounting no. of asian tourists. HAH.&lt;br /&gt;so, it was a total rip. though we did get some 'free' choclates.... probably prepaid from entyr fees &gt;__&gt; bumholes.&lt;br /&gt;WE WENT TO SEE PLATYPUSES AND ECHINDNASS i never knew echidnas were so damn cute (: really, i touched one :D and didn't die.&lt;br /&gt;well i guess my memory fails right now coz i've got a lot of my mind. i shall type off later (: and ocntinue if i rmb anything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheers!&lt;br /&gt;Steph.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1208346566704819796-3682908901917823136?l=runaway--train.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://runaway--train.blogspot.com/feeds/3682908901917823136/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1208346566704819796&amp;postID=3682908901917823136' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1208346566704819796/posts/default/3682908901917823136'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1208346566704819796/posts/default/3682908901917823136'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://runaway--train.blogspot.com/2010/01/new-look-for-2o1o.html' title='NEW LOOK for 2O1O'/><author><name>GreenTea--</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08825314545307298367</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_SihfXZ3xZQ0/SJBTnpV5uWI/AAAAAAAAAAw/yN0jZZNXviU/S220/CIMG1191.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1208346566704819796.post-7510673622728684447</id><published>2010-01-03T16:32:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2010-01-03T17:15:19.972+11:00</updated><title type='text'>MERRY CHRISTMAS AND HAPPY NEW YEAR!</title><content type='html'>I realise that it's a bit late to blog for Merry Christmas and a Happy New Year, and also for the events of December 2009, however i must because i have beena lazy crap and i acutally did try to blog in December except my comp crahsed in the middle and none of it was saved so i just decided, screw.&lt;br /&gt;I also have to include my New Year Reso's and also my lookback at 2009 thus i warn you no-lifes out there (if you even exist) who read this that this is going to be a very long post and behold ....... ultimate guilt of wasting your time on it. HAHAHA. but i know that that won't be much of a problem as no one does read this stuff :P it's way too unknown.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well i just wasted two paragraphs so i should make a start on the evens of December 2009. First the Economics assessment. UGH PLEASE NEVER BRING IT UP AGAIN, but seeing as thats impossible as i would recieve teh results of it on teh very first day of the term i shall once again be reminded of MY FAILURE thus i shall rant about it now. Who knew it woudl be so long?! AND THE QUESTIONS WERE EASY, SO WHY WAS IT THAT I HAD A MIND BLANK AND HAD TO MAKE UP CRAP INSTEAD. WHEN I REMEMBERED IT 5 MINUTES AFTER PENS DOWN. really, my brain hates me. but enough on that- i can't remember much of it anymore after the holidays. not that i want to remember it. i dont know how i'm going to get my goal ATAR when teh average of the first year 12 assessment ever is 66%. and i do not think that i am likely to surpass the average by many miles. which sucks. but nevertheless it is over and right after that i left for Melbourne (: to play volleyball of course.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If anyone is even bothered to look back in my archives you'll find the post that i wrote after i came back form Melbourne in 2008. and that the results weren't particularly flashy. Though that did teach me a few lessons. i still hold my grudge against Billanook, Loxton and all those pooed up teams out there. BUT we never got to verse this year UNFORTUNATELY because we would hve smahsed them (: of course. *cough*&lt;br /&gt;However, WE DID COME 2ND IN OUR DIVISION. THAT IS U/17'S DIVISION 1. THAT'S RIGHT SILVER MEDLAISTS WE ARE. AND THANK GOD FOR THAT AFTER ALL THE EFFORT INTO CAR WASHING, CAR VACUUMING AND ALSO PARENT BEGGING. AND PRINCIPAL BEGGING AT THAT. I guess it was worth it, after all we technically are&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;National Champions&lt;/span&gt; runners up&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;And now to do a review/report. There were only 6 teams in our division this year, a big change from last years 16 teams. However that doens't mean that we had easy wins.  We played a double round robin and for those who do not what that is , it's a round robin ( where we play every team) except double ( so we play them twice). during the first round robin we won every game - Mandurah, Willunga, Heathfield 1, Heathfield 2, Kew. although we beat 4/5of those teams in 2 sets wihotut much trouble Willunga did prove to be a bit of a bummer. We did beat them in the 3rd set however it was tough. During the game with Heathfield 2 i sprained my ankle ( this was the 2nd day) and spraining it is kind of an underestimate. i was blocking and when i landed i stepped on either Vicky's foot or the person on teh otehr teams and then rolled my ankle. after that i collapsed and couldn't get up using that ankle. Although i thought it seemed pretty minor first up, it proved to be a bitch. It swelled up and it was full red and it hurt like crap every time i put my weight on it. i did play on it the next day after it was strapped up until it became numb. it hurt. like crap. D:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Anyway, moving away from my self pity *cough, during the 2nd round robin, the teams came back stronger. We lost to Heathfield 2 and also to Willunga. However i do want to comment that we lost to both those teams on teh same day and that the fault was on us, and not them. Also, the game against Kew was also a lot more heated than the first. Neverthe less, winning 8/10 games during the double round robin placed us First in the draw, closely followed by Willunga, alsowinning 8/10 however only trailing by a few points. And then came the final. We did lose to Willunga in the final but i guess it was a good game. We didn't fail and we played our best yet we still lost thus i am still proud to come 2nd. Contrary to if we lost and we played like crap then i would beat myself in.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;About Willunga. The team itself was ordinary but what made it a winning team was a single player also by the name Steph. She was a GIANT. she was like a whole head and a half taller than me. Hit like a tank. and stood like one too. T___T compared to our team which are a bunch of little asians ( except for Maggie of course) and we looked very unintimidating (except for Maggie and Erin of course) compared to her. But still. a very tall freak of nature o_o&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;And now a final review on our team. As a captain, i am very proud of my team and i daresay that i haven't seen my team this co-ordinated since our early year 7 days of volleyball. It was great and it's miraculous what a little bit of communication and the push back of our previous grudges can do on a volleyball court. And of course it paid. Our training paid off and especially wiht that bit of communication, excelled greatly :P and to think we lost to muirfield twice in gradesport! (haha, i must've been drunk). Muirfield played u/16s div 2 - THEY ARE COMPLETE WUSSES. PLAYING AT SUCH A LOW LEVEL and of course they came first. but what would be the point in such an easy earned gold medal?&lt;br /&gt;I hope that our team, after 2009 Melbourne would be able to realise this POWER OF COMMUNICATION AND LACK OF GRUDGEDNESS and hopefully will be able to harness it and maintain it in teh future. IT WOULD DO OUR TEAM WONDERS (Y)&lt;br /&gt;ALL IN ALL I'M SUPER SUPER SUPER HAPPY ABOUT THIS YEARS RESULTS! i completed my lasts years reso of bringing back BLINGBLING in the 2009 Melbourne. WE WIN!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Moving on, after a weekend back from melbourne it was our formal. in fact it was the very first time that i myself dressed up formally. also teh first time i've seen everyone dressed up. AND IT WAS SO COOL! because everyone was so beautiful :D The long-awaited formal turned out to be pretty cool, the music was good, courtesy an old man DJ *shifty* and also just the hyped up ness of staying up late. for me at least. :P sadly because of my injured ankle, i couldnt' dance much T__T it hurt too much but i guess in that sense i'm glad i had ane xcuse not to dance beacuse when you dance next to Jen it's impossible not to look unko. ;) GO JEN!&lt;br /&gt;so i mainly just sat around drinking :D and taking pictures of course. too bad i'm so lazy to post them but if you're really that interested they are on facebook. I GOT SPAMMED 143 EMAILS FROM FACEBOOK AFTER ONE NIGHT.&lt;br /&gt; well to be honest, i really enjoyed the night :D especially seeinge veryone out of their uniforms and also a bit more BLINGY than mufti !&lt;br /&gt;THANKYOU DANIEL FOR BEING SUCH AN AWESOME FORMAL DATE HAHAHAHA (Y)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wow, my fingers are acutally pretty tired form typing allt his and i don't even know why i bother. but... I NOW AM QUALIFIED (by my dad) TO GET A DOG BECAUSE OF MY REPORT AND MY AWARDS HAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHA I'M SO HAPPPYy!!!!! I WANT A JAPANESE SPITZ AND FOR ALL YOU LAZY PPL OUR THERE JUST GOOGLE IT BECAUSE IT'S TEH CUTEST THING EVAR AND I AM GOING TO GET ONE AND THEN THAT WOULD BE THE CUTEST THING EVAR BECAUSE IT'S MINE. :D i love caps spam!&lt;br /&gt;i've wanted a dog my whole life D: no kidding. i want to name it ShuShu :D and dont' ask me why i want to name it that or wha exactly does it mean, because i don't know. i just decided that everytime my mum would want the dog away form her and she says SHOO SHOO it'll come even closer&lt;br /&gt;BWAHAHAHHAHA (: i'm a nice girl. really.&lt;br /&gt; well anyway, i guess that draws the review on 2009 to a close. and seirously i cbb typing up my new year reso's or a 2009 lookback T______T&lt;br /&gt;so i shall leave that for another bored day of the holiday haha :P which will be quite soon i predict&lt;br /&gt;but i promise, that i shall START STUDYING ECONOMICS THIS WEEK BECAUSE IT'S IMPOSSIBLE NOT TO FEEL LIKE CRAP WHEN YOU'RE FRIENDS WITH ECONERDFREAKS. hah. oh dear, China is so boring )=&lt;br /&gt;OH AND I ALMOST FORGOT,  I SHALL DO A REPORT ON MY HOLIDAY IN TASMANIA TOO, next time ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But still, I wish you all a Merry Late Christmas and Happy 3 days Late New Year ~!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CHEERS TO 2010!&lt;br /&gt;Steph&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1208346566704819796-7510673622728684447?l=runaway--train.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://runaway--train.blogspot.com/feeds/7510673622728684447/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1208346566704819796&amp;postID=7510673622728684447' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1208346566704819796/posts/default/7510673622728684447'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1208346566704819796/posts/default/7510673622728684447'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://runaway--train.blogspot.com/2010/01/merry-christmas-and-happy-new-year.html' title='MERRY CHRISTMAS AND HAPPY NEW YEAR!'/><author><name>GreenTea--</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08825314545307298367</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_SihfXZ3xZQ0/SJBTnpV5uWI/AAAAAAAAAAw/yN0jZZNXviU/S220/CIMG1191.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1208346566704819796.post-7807934191915079330</id><published>2009-11-14T13:22:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2009-11-14T13:24:02.098+11:00</updated><title type='text'>):</title><content type='html'>man, i am so bored. The precise reason why i'm here.&lt;br /&gt;I've got nothing to look forward to, nothing to wait for.&lt;br /&gt;it's so boring.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i feel so dead. It's probably the reason why i've been a stoner lately.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1208346566704819796-7807934191915079330?l=runaway--train.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://runaway--train.blogspot.com/feeds/7807934191915079330/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1208346566704819796&amp;postID=7807934191915079330' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1208346566704819796/posts/default/7807934191915079330'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1208346566704819796/posts/default/7807934191915079330'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://runaway--train.blogspot.com/2009/11/blog-post.html' title='):'/><author><name>GreenTea--</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08825314545307298367</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_SihfXZ3xZQ0/SJBTnpV5uWI/AAAAAAAAAAw/yN0jZZNXviU/S220/CIMG1191.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1208346566704819796.post-9180566014719821450</id><published>2009-11-10T17:38:00.001+11:00</published><updated>2009-11-10T17:45:26.076+11:00</updated><title type='text'>almost freedom.</title><content type='html'>We finished the SC today. and you know what that means?&lt;br /&gt;THAT MEANS THAT I DONT HAVE TO THINK ABOUT HISTORY EVER&lt;br /&gt;EVER&lt;br /&gt;EVER&lt;br /&gt;E&lt;br /&gt;V&lt;br /&gt;E&lt;br /&gt;RRRRRRRR&lt;br /&gt;AGAIN! yes, oh the bliss of freedom.&lt;br /&gt;oh how i hate history. but back on topic D;&lt;br /&gt;i would be even more happier if i was truly TRULY free from all wokr load but no&lt;br /&gt;stupid eco has to have a stupid assessment on teh last day of school &gt;___&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh bummer.&lt;br /&gt;i really should get studying that, but kowing me, iwont for another few days&lt;br /&gt;i'm wayyy over studying (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i can't wait till that's over. then i can go to melbourne without doubts and worries and i can smash those sorry asses of Billanook. and the sorry asses of Loxton. i shall smash them (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and that's a promise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When things have settled down you're kinda happy and peaceful but at teh same time kind of bored.&lt;br /&gt;When nothing is happening you could look up at the sky and sigh form relief but at the same time, you're kind of bored.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A wise wise wise friend of mine today dropped his/her phone into his/her toilet after using it.&lt;br /&gt;the toilet that is D:&lt;br /&gt; -suddenly shouts- "HOLY f***K!"&lt;br /&gt;"what?!"&lt;br /&gt;"MY PHONE! I DROPPED IT...."&lt;br /&gt;"WHERE?!"&lt;br /&gt;" IN THE TOILET!"&lt;br /&gt;"omgsh no way ! D:&lt;"&lt;br /&gt;"WHAT DO I DO NOWW?!!!!"&lt;br /&gt;" uhh GET IT OUT!!"&lt;br /&gt;" WHAT?! EWWW NO!"&lt;br /&gt;"well, it's your own....."&lt;br /&gt;- TT________TT -&lt;br /&gt;"ewwwww"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that would be the highlight of my day (: oh how i love my wise friend , he/she is so hilarious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:P and i shall post laterr, ( haha, how much later i dont know...)&lt;br /&gt;Cheers!&lt;br /&gt;Steph&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1208346566704819796-9180566014719821450?l=runaway--train.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://runaway--train.blogspot.com/feeds/9180566014719821450/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1208346566704819796&amp;postID=9180566014719821450' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1208346566704819796/posts/default/9180566014719821450'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1208346566704819796/posts/default/9180566014719821450'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://runaway--train.blogspot.com/2009/11/almost-freedom.html' title='almost freedom.'/><author><name>GreenTea--</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08825314545307298367</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_SihfXZ3xZQ0/SJBTnpV5uWI/AAAAAAAAAAw/yN0jZZNXviU/S220/CIMG1191.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1208346566704819796.post-7188767482394030405</id><published>2009-10-30T17:45:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2009-10-30T17:51:38.159+11:00</updated><title type='text'>The history department</title><content type='html'>And as the title suggests, the History Department never fails to deflate my ego when it's too high, to flatten my confidence until it's through the floorboards. Seriously.&lt;br /&gt;Bowen raged at our class today and said we were teh worst class in teh grade. it seemed like she rehearsed her 'speech' and according to the other Bowen class they got similar canings.&lt;br /&gt;Apparently our responses were worse than Model Farm's. That's quite an achievement if you ask me.&lt;br /&gt;honestly, i'm sorry but i don't like history and i'll make it loud and clear that i'm ecstatic that this is my last year at it.&lt;br /&gt;LACK OF HISTORY YES!&lt;br /&gt;that's all i need to say today i guess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did you know that love triangles are actually impossible unless someones gay/lesbian or bisexual? Did you know that the love 'squares' from dramas and such actually exist in reality?&lt;br /&gt;Because i always thought they were exaggerated but i admit that i was sadly mistaken, they do exist. And it's a heck of a mess to be caught in one, as the dramas suggest, heaps of tears and smiles, pretentious ( yes i learnt that word today and shut up i have a bad vocab) laughing and lying. Life really isn't as simple as it was when i was in Kindegarten.&lt;br /&gt;man, those were the times. I loved how i had no worries that everythign was taken care of.&lt;br /&gt;That i didn't have to study and i didn't have exams.&lt;br /&gt;That was bliss man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but as a lasting impression to this blog entry i remind you all those sad people who actually read this, and thankfully that isn't anyone, Chicks before Dicks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheers,&lt;br /&gt;Steph.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1208346566704819796-7188767482394030405?l=runaway--train.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://runaway--train.blogspot.com/feeds/7188767482394030405/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1208346566704819796&amp;postID=7188767482394030405' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1208346566704819796/posts/default/7188767482394030405'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1208346566704819796/posts/default/7188767482394030405'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://runaway--train.blogspot.com/2009/10/history-department.html' title='The history department'/><author><name>GreenTea--</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08825314545307298367</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_SihfXZ3xZQ0/SJBTnpV5uWI/AAAAAAAAAAw/yN0jZZNXviU/S220/CIMG1191.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1208346566704819796.post-1985182706909414759</id><published>2009-10-26T19:56:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2009-10-26T20:31:52.215+11:00</updated><title type='text'>post-yearlies</title><content type='html'>It's now october and we have just finished our yearlies but i haven't really calmed down yet coz really, i'm not reassured. I dont understand how before the yearlies i'm liek UGH TOO LAZY TO STUDY LAH *sleeps* but right after the first minute of teh test is.&lt;br /&gt;ohdamn, wish i studied more. and it's teh same mistake every single time.&lt;br /&gt;I now officially hate Voltmeters because they made me lose a mark and no they had to be circular, i mean who doens't like rectangular voltmeters? they're sexier D:&lt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm just goign to spend my next ten minutes bitchingabout it but ig uess&lt;br /&gt;I'M HAPPY ABOUT ECOOOOO!!! EVEN THOUH I DIDN'T TANK IT LIKE MICHAEL LIN DID.&lt;br /&gt;psh, he's out of this world seirously, i bet he's some alien whos programmed to do nothign but study D; honestly!&lt;br /&gt;69/70 but he had to scab that mark! Don't worrry, i feel all ur sorries and ur urge to slap him, like i do. the bum. Give us some credit for failing man!&lt;br /&gt;even though i'm kinda happy for my mark i wont post it up here in case someone uses it to stalk me :D but thats kinda a stupid excuse.&lt;br /&gt;I haven't got much to blog.. man my life must be a hole =(&lt;br /&gt;however yesterday we did come 3rd in Metro ( i must not mention how many teams there were and i will state that tehre were not 3 teams) BECAUSE WE BEAT WEST WYALOOOONG .&lt;br /&gt;where is that? Pardon me for my bad geography but seriously. it sounds like a country town&lt;br /&gt;and we beat them by 35 33 AND IT'S USUALLY ONLY 25 .&lt;br /&gt;i woudl rank those 2 minutes the most stressful minutes of my life D;&lt;br /&gt;i hate deuces.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but yeah all in all, i like the feeling of nothign to do ( well at least before my eco majiggy hsc thing. and the sc) and even feeling bord feels good (:&lt;br /&gt;well i'm going to see if i can entertain myself elsewhere beside blogging,&lt;br /&gt;Cheers!&lt;br /&gt;Steph.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1208346566704819796-1985182706909414759?l=runaway--train.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://runaway--train.blogspot.com/feeds/1985182706909414759/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1208346566704819796&amp;postID=1985182706909414759' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1208346566704819796/posts/default/1985182706909414759'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1208346566704819796/posts/default/1985182706909414759'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://runaway--train.blogspot.com/2009/10/post-yearlies.html' title='post-yearlies'/><author><name>GreenTea--</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08825314545307298367</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_SihfXZ3xZQ0/SJBTnpV5uWI/AAAAAAAAAAw/yN0jZZNXviU/S220/CIMG1191.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1208346566704819796.post-6298282132899140443</id><published>2009-09-25T20:23:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2009-09-25T20:38:25.660+10:00</updated><title type='text'>And again with the ranting.</title><content type='html'>As you can see, it has been yet another millenium since i last posted and yet since July i have nothign to really report seeing as i've forgotten all those funny moments in time and all i will do is RANT and BITCH about WORK.&lt;br /&gt;whoopidoo D:&lt;br /&gt;Actually on Monday is my yearly for economics and the thing is i'm waiting until 8 30 to watch Step Up and i like the movie step up but i wonder why i woudl waste a friday night watchign it when i shoudl eb studying like those ECOHARDCOREMANIACS and have EPIC ECOHARDCORENOTES and  ECOHARDCORESTUDY&lt;3 oh the joy of economics&lt;br /&gt;but no, i'm here procrastinating and soon to be procrastinating in front of my tv.&lt;br /&gt;COM AND JOIN MY HYPERVENTILATION SCHEME WHERE WE ALL STRIKE AND NOBODY DOES TEH TEST THEREFORE TEH AVG IS 0 !!! (:&lt;br /&gt;no i'm kidding ): of course. Baulko's too good for that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;"Not Enough Thesis/Technique/Context!! D:&lt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;well, i bet Sweeney would lead the conspiracy against me, i think she hates me the most. This is the 2nd time thsi year she has lost my essay D: and and T___T i worked so hard on it too. and now i have to rehand it in. ugh. I will forever be haunted by those words and teh catch is, will i ever really need Thesis's techniques and contexts in my life at all?! i mean they say that we need divisiona nd what not to do maths at a cashier but it's not like i'll ever need another thesis thank god. and thus i bring my rambling to a close as it is 8:32 and i have supposedly missed 2 minutes of Step Up but oh well coz i need to finish this quickly up anyway. All in all ): I'M STUFFED SCREWED STUFFED SCREWED STUFFED SCREWED STUFFED. again and again and again x 100 to the power of infintie YEARGH &gt;:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheers, Steph.&lt;br /&gt;And good luck to all the other people too&lt;br /&gt;also, Happy Birthday to all those people who are born in September ( which happens to be a lot of people )&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1208346566704819796-6298282132899140443?l=runaway--train.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://runaway--train.blogspot.com/feeds/6298282132899140443/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1208346566704819796&amp;postID=6298282132899140443' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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we lost at the semi's so we either came 3rd or 4th depending on points D;&lt;br /&gt;i would've known, but i had to leave for my train =( so i didn't stay to know results. and funny this is&lt;br /&gt;we actually played pretty well in Opens, since after we moved up to opens, all we've been doing is losing coz we verse freaking tanks who spike at 7843789310897236744783 km per hour.&lt;br /&gt;and also are 9786138074178347681643 times taller than me AND I'M TALLEST ON THE TEAM.&lt;br /&gt;D: but the highlight is.....&lt;br /&gt;WEBEATCHERRYBROOK, as per usual =) of course.&lt;br /&gt;but hey it was quite an easy win and might be because of the fact that they had 2 noobie players on their team.&lt;br /&gt;NOOR WAS GOOD :D&lt;br /&gt;she can be a potential setter, if with the right amount of training and that.&lt;br /&gt;i believe in her.&lt;br /&gt;gosh, now i'm so tired D: i was so sleepy at around 2, i dont know why.&lt;br /&gt;and i coudlnt' jumpas high after i ate lunch because i became fatter/heavier.&lt;br /&gt;a good day in general (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;EXCEPT FOR MY HUMAN WHO DITCHED US FOR DOTA.&lt;br /&gt;whatabum.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WE OWNED CBROOK.&lt;br /&gt;WE SHALL OWN SANTA AND BLAYNEY NEXT TIME, WHEN THEIR TEAMS GRADUATE NEXT YEAR AND ALL THAT ARE LEFT ARE THE LIL SHORTIES :D&lt;br /&gt;score!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cheers ,&lt;br /&gt;Steph (:&lt;br /&gt;I MISSED OUT DOUBLE MATHS AND DOUBLE ENG. score!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1208346566704819796-7505138101472755145?l=runaway--train.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://runaway--train.blogspot.com/feeds/7505138101472755145/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1208346566704819796&amp;postID=7505138101472755145' title='0 Comments'/><link 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type='html'>after an atrocious 2 weeks of basically nothing to do and suffering under the reign of the ECOHARDCOREMANICS, and then surrendering to their peer pressure of HARDCOREECOSTUDY. and yes, i only got through to chapter 10. i still need to do chapter 11. my god am i behind D: and i only have like 6000 words T______T&lt;br /&gt;when belzy has 20 000. i wonder, if belzy actually rewrote the textbook in her own words. twenty thousand words, absolutely amazing. After that, i forgot my eco textbook at schooltoday.&lt;br /&gt;bleaugh, that is just so forgetful. after i said i'd do chapter 11 today ...&lt;br /&gt;i fixed my jumper :D !!! yay ! as my jumper was on the verge of falling apart to threads, due to the fact that i accidentally cut ONE THREAD and more and more just kept coming off, well at least i hoped i fixed it. with a couple of threads @______@&lt;br /&gt;you know, english is just depressing. we had double first today, in which the first words i heard were:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;" You're english essays were just Atrocious"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; with a capital A.&lt;br /&gt;yes indeed, it is very depressing. after two weeks of not thinking a single thing about comparitive essays we come back to welcome the fact that we'd have to stick it up our noses again.&lt;br /&gt;well, i didn't even get to hand in my history blurb thingy, on account that it was 'homework' but really, i wasted 10 minutes doing it instead of fixing my jumper the day before school....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DOES ANYONE KNOW A LITTLE KID THAT WANTS TO BE TUTORED :D please tell meee~&lt;br /&gt;but who am i kidding, no one reads this chraaaaap i write anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you know, me and miho are the only year 10 girls who are going on the jap trip + Areeya from year 9, that is if no other girls pay the deposit relatively soon. but then again only 18 confirmed people going.&lt;br /&gt;i'm serious, but if i dont get to go because other people dont go, (min 20 ppl) I WILL HURT SOMEONE. seriously !&lt;br /&gt;TWO GRADES 360 people and not 20 people care to go to japan?!&lt;br /&gt;this is &lt;strong&gt;Atrocious.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;3 i love the vanilla/butterscotch/cafe latte/chocolate lollies that alyce gave me this morning (:&lt;br /&gt;and also, i am obsessed with food, it is an unhelped habit and is probably a bad one at that. but really&lt;br /&gt;i wrote &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;" life is a lunch"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; instead of "life is a joke" in english. atrociously yummy (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cheers, Steph.&lt;br /&gt;i do hope i'm not turning into a lunch-obsessed soliloquing freak here.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1208346566704819796-5369209963044205259?l=runaway--train.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://runaway--train.blogspot.com/feeds/5369209963044205259/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1208346566704819796&amp;postID=5369209963044205259' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1208346566704819796/posts/default/5369209963044205259'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1208346566704819796/posts/default/5369209963044205259'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://runaway--train.blogspot.com/2009/07/first-day-of-school.html' title='first day of school'/><author><name>GreenTea--</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08825314545307298367</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_SihfXZ3xZQ0/SJBTnpV5uWI/AAAAAAAAAAw/yN0jZZNXviU/S220/CIMG1191.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1208346566704819796.post-8169587274095431389</id><published>2009-07-23T16:53:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2009-07-23T17:04:31.601+10:00</updated><title type='text'>long time no see.</title><content type='html'>it has positively been at least a century since i last blogged :P&lt;br /&gt;woops. but hey, dead-blog syndrome still has a cure.&lt;br /&gt;In teh century that i didn't blog, i had my birthday&lt;br /&gt;i went snowboarding, we had yum cha but seeing as i'm the lazy bum i am, i'm not bothered to post any photos XP&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyone's hardcoring eco, and so am i or atleast i'm trying to. i lose interest in making notes so easily T___T yet this is what i'm going to do for hsc. i am so sad.&lt;br /&gt;i haven't really got much to say even after a century... but holidays are holidays.&lt;br /&gt;i haven't done that much either... but&lt;br /&gt;TRANSFORMERS WAS SO AWESOME. the story meh. BUT I LOVE WATCHING BIG ROBOT S FIGHT ! yerh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i'm going to see hp this saturday :D i hope it's good... rofl.&lt;br /&gt;let's start my DAM talk. deep and meaningful. i've stalled long enough right?&lt;br /&gt;Jealousy the green monster. why is jealousy referred as green? i honestly like the colour green and i think it looks nothign like jealousy ... but i guess it's english. makes no sense.&lt;br /&gt;eh i have nothign else to say, but this is just merely my train of thought. something else:&lt;br /&gt;people, learn from past mistakes, because mistakes are the pathway to sucess so if you dont then you're going to get stuck and then drown.&lt;br /&gt;Give people their personal space, it works.&lt;br /&gt;i love the song Obsession by Frankie J.&lt;br /&gt;i also like that new song Obsessed  by Mariah Carey.&lt;br /&gt;(:&lt;br /&gt;i like rollercoasters, but when it comes to somethign else other than a physical roller coaster, i don't like it.&lt;br /&gt;Appreciate somethign everyday preferabbly even everything, teh very first pebble to optimism.&lt;br /&gt;optimism brings properity , or so says some weird psychologist.&lt;br /&gt;if that was the case i realy shoudl eb optimisc but that never seems to happen aye.&lt;br /&gt;Don't people ever notice why they're doing what they're doing? there is actually no reason.&lt;br /&gt;Self delusional reasons.&lt;br /&gt;Why can't people just accept others for who they are instead of judging them. if these are really questions and thoughts of a 15 year old teenager than i'd be damned.&lt;br /&gt;i'm so unproductive in eco that i've resulted in positively typing up junk in my blog.&lt;br /&gt;oh well, i think thats what i set up the blog for in the first place :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;people change, usually for the better, but if it's for the worse, well tough luck to you.&lt;br /&gt;that's what i really think.&lt;br /&gt;and so does some author in readers digest. &gt;:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'll type later (:&lt;br /&gt;cheers, steph.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1208346566704819796-8169587274095431389?l=runaway--train.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://runaway--train.blogspot.com/feeds/8169587274095431389/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1208346566704819796&amp;postID=8169587274095431389' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1208346566704819796/posts/default/8169587274095431389'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1208346566704819796/posts/default/8169587274095431389'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://runaway--train.blogspot.com/2009/07/long-time-no-see.html' title='long time no see.'/><author><name>GreenTea--</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08825314545307298367</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_SihfXZ3xZQ0/SJBTnpV5uWI/AAAAAAAAAAw/yN0jZZNXviU/S220/CIMG1191.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1208346566704819796.post-6153931480170280720</id><published>2009-06-17T21:34:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2009-06-17T21:47:07.753+10:00</updated><title type='text'>everything exists.</title><content type='html'>fairies? maybe&lt;br /&gt;Wizard and witches? possibly&lt;br /&gt;Aliens? yeah, duh.&lt;br /&gt;but that's beside the point.&lt;br /&gt;i just needed to say&lt;br /&gt;whatever it is, it exists.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;those makebelieve characters, the things you never thought existed, 2nd and 3rd chances.&lt;br /&gt;i 'd like to meet a fairy one day.&lt;br /&gt;AHAHAHAAHAHAHA. i'm such a kid.&lt;br /&gt;but there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, there was a quote i read:&lt;br /&gt;" if people were boxes of coloured pencils, then most would be the 8 colour ones. Some would be the 64 coloured one wiht a sharpener at the back. i'd like to think i'm one of those 64 coloured ones, i'd have awesome colours like Periwinkle. Problem is, life would be full of the 8 coloured ones. and if i walk up to a girl and say MAGENTA. she'd go PURPLE. and start ranting on about purple. but no, i want MAGENTA."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i believe this is quite interesting and amusing. i'd agree wiht this person, i'd like to be 64 colours with a sharpener at the back. life is too full of colours and if each one would represent an emotion you'd run out of colours. Thats why you should be 64 colours and not 8 colours.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I GOTTA FEELING, TONIGHTS GONNA BE A GOOD NIGHT, TONIGHT'S GONNA BE A GOOD NIGHT, TONIGHT'S GONNA BE A GOOD GOOD NIGHT~~&lt;br /&gt;damn it's so catchy D:&lt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Philosphically, life has too many things to philosophicalize about, so how about i just stop all this jibberish and just go with the flow? and as Paix woudl put it,&lt;br /&gt;if you were going down a fast current "swift" stream how would you rescue urself?&lt;br /&gt;And unlike what Jasmine answered (ie. drown). the answer is, you go with the flow, literally and hope that you can inch towards the shore. But as Noor put it, what if there was a waterfall?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;silence.&lt;br /&gt;But then paix said, " then go down with the waterfall and keep going"&lt;br /&gt;she's a very very smart lady there.&lt;br /&gt;i heareth my bedeth calling me-eth to sleep-eth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the shakespeare syndrome. though i'm so bad at it =( Erin's much more accurate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Goodnight-eth my minions-eth.&lt;br /&gt;Save the philosphical quotes for later (:&lt;br /&gt;Cheers!&lt;br /&gt;Steph (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1208346566704819796-6153931480170280720?l=runaway--train.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://runaway--train.blogspot.com/feeds/6153931480170280720/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1208346566704819796&amp;postID=6153931480170280720' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1208346566704819796/posts/default/6153931480170280720'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1208346566704819796/posts/default/6153931480170280720'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://runaway--train.blogspot.com/2009/06/everything-exists.html' title='everything exists.'/><author><name>GreenTea--</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08825314545307298367</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_SihfXZ3xZQ0/SJBTnpV5uWI/AAAAAAAAAAw/yN0jZZNXviU/S220/CIMG1191.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1208346566704819796.post-4350315045697004707</id><published>2009-06-02T18:45:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2009-06-02T18:57:43.752+10:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>When it's suddenly there in your face and it hits you, you think&lt;br /&gt;geewee how come i didn't see it before.&lt;br /&gt;And then you think&lt;br /&gt;well, you did see it before, you just didn't want to admit it, you just didn't want to see it.&lt;br /&gt;this is what is called selective vision or in this case selective thought.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's kinda like a car crash isn't it?&lt;br /&gt;It's dark, and you see the headlights, and just before you crash you think&lt;br /&gt;geewee, why did i see those headlights, they're awfully bright.&lt;br /&gt;And then you die.&lt;br /&gt;But why didn't you see those headlights, and swerve out of the way.&lt;br /&gt;Why didn't you see them and avoid your death.&lt;br /&gt;But this is how people die.&lt;br /&gt;And this is just physical because the psychological version of this is heck of  a lot more pain than jsut an instantaneous death.&lt;br /&gt;not that i'm saying that people want to die instantly, because that woudl just be emo.&lt;br /&gt;Or maybe SOME people would prefer to die instantaneously. but not me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's logical for people not to give 2nd chances or 3rd chances. One is enough, and that is where you learn your mistake from and you never do it again.&lt;br /&gt;perhaps this is true for some situations, but in others it would be inhumane.&lt;br /&gt;wouldn't that mean that if a baby first walked and fell it should never walk again?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you were cruel and foolish , inflicting pain on others and knowing that you're doing it, And yet ignorant towards it. should you get a 2nd chance? the answer would be no. the logical answer woudl be no. but of course us human creatures are complex beings with tonnes of intelligence. mayeb we woudl be better off without it, it'd make things a whole lot easier. But yet people give 2nd chances and it is those foolish people that dont learn. 3rd chances? no chance there honey.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe it's all hypothetical and in theory and logicality, nothing woudl work wihtout 2nd chances.&lt;br /&gt;But i dont understand. and maybe one day i will. But for now, time will take it's course and from there i'll keep the flow.&lt;br /&gt;dinner now, cheers.&lt;br /&gt;steph.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1208346566704819796-4350315045697004707?l=runaway--train.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://runaway--train.blogspot.com/feeds/4350315045697004707/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1208346566704819796&amp;postID=4350315045697004707' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1208346566704819796/posts/default/4350315045697004707'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1208346566704819796/posts/default/4350315045697004707'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://runaway--train.blogspot.com/2009/06/when-its-suddenly-there-in-your-face.html' title=''/><author><name>GreenTea--</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08825314545307298367</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_SihfXZ3xZQ0/SJBTnpV5uWI/AAAAAAAAAAw/yN0jZZNXviU/S220/CIMG1191.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1208346566704819796.post-5520551677013129523</id><published>2009-05-22T20:16:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2009-05-22T20:19:32.530+10:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="right"&gt;I guess I gotta live my life from day to day &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;Hoping maybe you'll come back &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;and though I tell myself not to be afraid to move on &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;But it seems I can't &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;Though my new man is giving me attention&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt; it ain't the same as your affection &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;Though i know I should be content &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;In the back of my mind I can't help but question &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;Does he kiss me on my forehead &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;Before we play &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;Show up on my doorstep &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;With a bouquet &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;Does he call me in the middle of the day &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;Just to say baby I love you like you used to&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;-Walk Away Paul DeAnda, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;it's quite a nice song if you listen to it, though very old xP&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;whether it's my fault or not D; i must be the stupidest girl on the planet. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1208346566704819796-5520551677013129523?l=runaway--train.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://runaway--train.blogspot.com/feeds/5520551677013129523/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1208346566704819796&amp;postID=5520551677013129523' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1208346566704819796/posts/default/5520551677013129523'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1208346566704819796/posts/default/5520551677013129523'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://runaway--train.blogspot.com/2009/05/i-guess-i-gotta-live-my-life-from-day.html' title=''/><author><name>GreenTea--</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08825314545307298367</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_SihfXZ3xZQ0/SJBTnpV5uWI/AAAAAAAAAAw/yN0jZZNXviU/S220/CIMG1191.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1208346566704819796.post-5683485486176873988</id><published>2009-05-17T21:44:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2009-05-17T22:03:32.413+10:00</updated><title type='text'>blacktown hardyhar.</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;So tonight i'll ask the stars above, How did i ever win your love?&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so today we went to the working bee. AND I PLANTED TREEES.&lt;br /&gt;D: it was quite productive , we named it SSVM&lt;br /&gt;for the 4 people who also helped plant it (: and it now lives bus bay island.&lt;br /&gt;ahahar,&lt;br /&gt;and SSVM stands for&lt;br /&gt;Super Saiyan Vietnamese Miho.&lt;br /&gt;yessir.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then we made our way to blacktown, BLACK TOWN IS SOMEWHAT DODGY BUT NOT THAT MUCH ! it has good cheap stuff :D&lt;br /&gt;and thus the ONE DOLLLLLARRRRR FOR 4 ROUNDS OF DDR ! how exciting =D&lt;br /&gt;which is why we or at least i did, played until my legs dropped.&lt;br /&gt;well yeah, after asian squatting for a whole morning for my trees.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i spent 22 dollar on clothes.&lt;br /&gt;so cheap =D i like.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;apart from that i'm getting my phone fixed ! hurray !&lt;br /&gt;.....&lt;br /&gt;and my hands are cold =(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cheers, Steph.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1208346566704819796-5683485486176873988?l=runaway--train.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://runaway--train.blogspot.com/feeds/5683485486176873988/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1208346566704819796&amp;postID=5683485486176873988' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1208346566704819796/posts/default/5683485486176873988'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1208346566704819796/posts/default/5683485486176873988'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://runaway--train.blogspot.com/2009/05/so-tonight-ill-ask-stars-above-how-did.html' title='blacktown hardyhar.'/><author><name>GreenTea--</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08825314545307298367</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_SihfXZ3xZQ0/SJBTnpV5uWI/AAAAAAAAAAw/yN0jZZNXviU/S220/CIMG1191.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1208346566704819796.post-868125695977372830</id><published>2009-05-11T18:53:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2009-05-11T18:56:21.177+10:00</updated><title type='text'>-development-</title><content type='html'>newskininthemaking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;willbloglater (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BECAUSE OF MY COPIOUS AMOUNT OF STRESS.&lt;br /&gt;DUE TO LACK OF STUDY AND FAILURE OF EXAMS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;is a strenuous excercise, stressing.&lt;br /&gt;should blog more, it is so neglected =(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cheers.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1208346566704819796-868125695977372830?l=runaway--train.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://runaway--train.blogspot.com/feeds/868125695977372830/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1208346566704819796&amp;postID=868125695977372830' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1208346566704819796/posts/default/868125695977372830'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1208346566704819796/posts/default/868125695977372830'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://runaway--train.blogspot.com/2009/05/developmet.html' title='-development-'/><author><name>GreenTea--</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08825314545307298367</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_SihfXZ3xZQ0/SJBTnpV5uWI/AAAAAAAAAAw/yN0jZZNXviU/S220/CIMG1191.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1208346566704819796.post-4622002082935801059</id><published>2009-04-04T11:28:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2009-04-04T11:38:37.013+11:00</updated><title type='text'>geo camp and what not.</title><content type='html'>GEO CAMP WAS OKAY. you'd think people'd say awesome but hey, it wasnt' too bad, at least it was productive but it could've been funner :D and it IS a real word people. funner i mean.&lt;br /&gt;i actually got some sleep miraculously. unlike the people who didn't, i managed to not-die on thursday and friday :] because i've just got so much to do that i dont have time to die.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's quite depressing really.but no, yesterday was a good day for reasons that are simple, for after all, simple things amuse simple minds and Paix would say.&lt;br /&gt;if you people think i'm in love with Paix you could be right to some extent. i learnt to &lt;strong&gt;finally &lt;/strong&gt;like her after a whole year with her.&lt;br /&gt;so everyone: JOIN THE ROSS GITTINS FAN CLUB FAD ! because we absolutely love the sarcastic cynical and in-your-face Ross Gittins :D he's got a beard and glasses and i think thats ultimately the sex.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and so does Paix.&lt;br /&gt; i bet shes jealous of his caricature and signature in Jones's room. and i bet Jones's secretly loves Ross Gittins like everyone in our Eco class + Paix, thats why he has his caricature and signature.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh zing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;next week starts my so -called exam week although it's really not offical exams-exams but hey i've got enough to call it an important exam week.&lt;br /&gt;first up on monday: Eco Half Yearly&lt;br /&gt;status: WILL FAIL because of lack of study. you just cant compete with people like shirley, who live for Ross Gittins, Paix and eco. and english of course and Mac.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I HAVE KNOCKOUT ON MONDAY YAY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tuesday: Science&lt;br /&gt;status: censored. for those who love chem ( VIV AND JOLENE.) i &lt;u&gt;dont &lt;/u&gt;like chem and i think it's as complete waste of time and i'm going to fail it solely coz i dont like it.&lt;br /&gt;Thursday: Geo&lt;br /&gt;status: although i did get full marks for that geo workbook, i found that 99% of it was irrelevant to what we needed for the actual exam. the 1% that was relevant was what the person was talking about but however i did not record.&lt;br /&gt;Sheridan told me we needed further research D: , wasn't that what the geo camp was for?!&lt;br /&gt;my i will be busy. =(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i did waste 5 minutes of my life typing that so what a waste of good time in which i really should be studying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;goodbye and cheers, Steph.&lt;div 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not.'/><author><name>GreenTea--</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08825314545307298367</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_SihfXZ3xZQ0/SJBTnpV5uWI/AAAAAAAAAAw/yN0jZZNXviU/S220/CIMG1191.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1208346566704819796.post-129298799689614277</id><published>2009-03-13T22:16:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2009-03-13T22:19:20.362+11:00</updated><title type='text'>oh myyy.</title><content type='html'>four words for you today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;"i screwed up maths"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and that is all for today for those four words are quite self explanatory and also, i lead a boring life so the rest is not worth bringing up, except that i screwed maths.&lt;br /&gt;gloom and doom as paix would say. oh and the other day we tried adding x to all the three letter abbreviations of teachrs on our timetable and the definite winners would be:&lt;br /&gt;sweeney - SWEX&lt;br /&gt;sheridan- SHEX&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;awesome :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;love, steph.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1208346566704819796-129298799689614277?l=runaway--train.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://runaway--train.blogspot.com/feeds/129298799689614277/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1208346566704819796&amp;postID=129298799689614277' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1208346566704819796/posts/default/129298799689614277'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1208346566704819796/posts/default/129298799689614277'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://runaway--train.blogspot.com/2009/03/oh-myyy.html' title='oh myyy.'/><author><name>GreenTea--</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08825314545307298367</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_SihfXZ3xZQ0/SJBTnpV5uWI/AAAAAAAAAAw/yN0jZZNXviU/S220/CIMG1191.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1208346566704819796.post-7869834532839848261</id><published>2009-02-24T21:52:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2009-02-24T22:05:42.551+11:00</updated><title type='text'>english sucks.</title><content type='html'>indeed i think that english sucks. English sucks so much that, it just sucks.&lt;br /&gt;it haunts me because i am aboslutely the worst at it. it doens't help that i'ma pessimistic person.&lt;br /&gt;i have trouble writing for next tues T__T indeed i am truly stuffed.&lt;br /&gt;but, i shall try to be optimistic just coz i've got nothign else to hope for.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We must not rush anything, not our lives and especially not our loves. Time is what develops relationships, heal's our hearts scars. Dedicated to that of a good friend. remember the ice block and cream?&lt;br /&gt;although i dont often find myself in that situation, it's something that i've seen a lot of people go through&lt;br /&gt;that is&lt;br /&gt;the ice cream iceblock story:&lt;br /&gt;a girl was given and ice block and ice cream by her mother and was chosen to choose. the girl coudl not decide and in teh end both of them melted and she had none and she cried.&lt;br /&gt;yes i think that it is epicly sad. Otherwise i think it has meaning.&lt;br /&gt;Why has our connections broken? i miss what it was before.&lt;br /&gt;i dont know what i am rambling about. i dont understand teh girl in " about a girl"&lt;br /&gt;i dislike short films. i dont want to Mac beth.&lt;br /&gt;i wish i was good at english.&lt;br /&gt;i also wish i was good at maths&lt;br /&gt;but then again who doesn't. so it's quite a general dream.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"i feel like i'm being torn by two sides of me, i dont know which way to go."&lt;br /&gt;wont you let life take it's own course?&lt;br /&gt;whatever you do, dont sulk. say you're awesome = you're good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;did any of that make sense?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cheers, Steph.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1208346566704819796-7869834532839848261?l=runaway--train.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://runaway--train.blogspot.com/feeds/7869834532839848261/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1208346566704819796&amp;postID=7869834532839848261' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1208346566704819796/posts/default/7869834532839848261'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1208346566704819796/posts/default/7869834532839848261'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://runaway--train.blogspot.com/2009/02/english-sucks.html' title='english sucks.'/><author><name>GreenTea--</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08825314545307298367</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_SihfXZ3xZQ0/SJBTnpV5uWI/AAAAAAAAAAw/yN0jZZNXviU/S220/CIMG1191.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1208346566704819796.post-4039852237338618003</id><published>2009-02-08T21:17:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2009-02-08T21:28:07.554+11:00</updated><title type='text'>i hate mp4 format.</title><content type='html'>it's been a month and 8 days since i posted, and so what?&lt;br /&gt;i went to hk, japan, hk again and back , i'd say a lot of fun (:&lt;br /&gt;snow in hokkaido was great and shopping in tokyo is awesome! but exchange is expensive which kinda ruined it all T___T&lt;br /&gt;i would really bother to post vids and pics but i'm not bothered because my vids are in mp4 format and i'm just too lazy to download a converter and blah blah convert it then post it, such a hassle&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;School has been somewhat enjoyable to a point where english short films disturb me.&lt;br /&gt;T__T i hate writing essays. i realy do. while Zoe has written liek 3 paragraphs i have my whee little 3sentences, it is quite sad.&lt;br /&gt;but i did make friends with Siyang. nice person =]&lt;br /&gt;although i have become aware that not exaclty everyone is happy with who kenneth turned out to be, really people, if you tell me about him i can accept it, he's just a family friend and i've known him for 14 years how can i not know his true nature so just spit it in m face instead of making me hear it through person to person to person.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow is zone volleyball and i'm not pumped up, mainly coz there's 11 people on our team ( yeah like wth..?) and i wont be playing much @__@ plus my right arm is slightly tired form baddie this morning, i swear ihaven't been that red and sweaty since primary school when i ran around playing chase in year 3 D:&lt;br /&gt;but it was fun :D haha .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;by the way for the people who know how to ski/snowboard i REALY REALLY REALLY ENCOURAGE YOU TO GO TO HOKKAIDO AND LIVE THERE FOR A WEEK coz teh snow is absolutely UN BELIEVABLY powdery and and and, it doens't get much better than that :D&lt;br /&gt;i made several angels and stuff and took vids but but i cbb posting them plus it was hard work to make angels coz snow was like&lt;br /&gt;12 metres thick adn when i stepped in with my boots it went up to my thigh :O&lt;br /&gt;now isn't that awshum (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i have had a fair share of sushi in japan and also a lot of sashimi. i ate stuff i ddin't know existed and i ate stuff that i didn't know that i ate. xD though i admit that sashimi in japan is v v fresh, the variations of sushi aren't much =/ just sashimi, egg suhi and tahts it == , liek wheres all the maki rolls etc etc, i like maki rolls :D apparantly the reason why Australia has somany different variations of sushi is actualy because it is modified to suit our taste. just liek how i went to japan and ate wasabi pizza.&lt;br /&gt;surprisingly it was nice. xD&lt;br /&gt;but for ppl who dont like broccoli and wasabi i think you shoudl pass.&lt;br /&gt;i love japan is all i need to say (:&lt;br /&gt;also, i watched Bolt in chinese :D&lt;br /&gt;you'd think lol she woudln't understand a thing&lt;br /&gt;BUT I DO! i understood everything ! and i thought it'd be funnier than english coz they make teh lamest chinese puns == ( some that i didn't really get ) and tried to imitate eng puns too !_!&lt;br /&gt;the  voice overs are funny (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;all in all, later now.&lt;br /&gt;i love japan and i love hk&lt;br /&gt;steph.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1208346566704819796-4039852237338618003?l=runaway--train.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://runaway--train.blogspot.com/feeds/4039852237338618003/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1208346566704819796&amp;postID=4039852237338618003' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1208346566704819796/posts/default/4039852237338618003'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1208346566704819796/posts/default/4039852237338618003'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://runaway--train.blogspot.com/2009/02/i-hate-mp4-format.html' title='i hate mp4 format.'/><author><name>GreenTea--</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08825314545307298367</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_SihfXZ3xZQ0/SJBTnpV5uWI/AAAAAAAAAAw/yN0jZZNXviU/S220/CIMG1191.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1208346566704819796.post-2292073048176184120</id><published>2008-12-31T20:16:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2008-12-31T20:24:42.586+11:00</updated><title type='text'>happy new year's eve !</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;i shall wish everyone a happy new year's eve and happy new year in advance because i will not be online to do so when it actually is so..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;HAPPY NEW YEAR MY FRIENDS!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;i will be overseas very very soon and i am still staying up till 12 to watch fireworks which will probably kill me coz i will only get 5 hours sleep if not less (most liekly less..)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;though i am looking forward to a new year, when i am in year 10 ! i feel all old now...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;can anyone else imagine that it is indeed the 365th day of 2008 and it is coming to an end in approxmiatly less than 4 hours? the whole 365 days? ( that is unless it was a leap year and i am unawares..)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;i find it fascinating how time has really soared, and things pass by that quickly for i fear that by the time i open my eyes again i will be in a hsc examination room knowing nothing more than year 9 history and geography (and i didn't learn anything from Dennett.) also i pray that next year will be as smooth and unproblematic as this year was hopefully i can stay happy etc etc (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;all in all Happy New Year!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;also because i'm not here during new year i will type up my new year resolutions from 2009.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;1. obviously to study more ! Duh. and and i want to be in Top 10 next year :D impossible, yes but it's just a resolution =)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;2. to IMPROVE HEAPS in maths so that i can be in same maths class as my fellow maths nerd Justin (: ... though i doubt it, damn nerd's in first class TT____TT&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;3. basically to improve in Vball and next time we go melbourne we come back wiht some BLING BLING no i just meant medals :P&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;4. also related to volleyball, i shall improve so much that we wont get owned when we play in opens.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;5. i will not stress during Piano and to improve so well and rapidly i can finish 8th grade hopefully wihtout failing by nov next year (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;6. to live a happy life and to the maaaaxxx.!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;you should so follow my epic 6 rule resolutions :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;though it seems teh same every year and i wonder if i'll ever improve . lets hope i somehow work a miracle in the next 365 days... ( or 366...)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Happy new year to all&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;and for a Merry 2009,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;steph.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1208346566704819796-2292073048176184120?l=runaway--train.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://runaway--train.blogspot.com/feeds/2292073048176184120/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1208346566704819796&amp;postID=2292073048176184120' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1208346566704819796/posts/default/2292073048176184120'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1208346566704819796/posts/default/2292073048176184120'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://runaway--train.blogspot.com/2008/12/happy-new-years-eve.html' title='happy new year&apos;s eve !'/><author><name>GreenTea--</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08825314545307298367</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_SihfXZ3xZQ0/SJBTnpV5uWI/AAAAAAAAAAw/yN0jZZNXviU/S220/CIMG1191.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1208346566704819796.post-8213431737061138041</id><published>2008-12-29T22:17:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2008-12-29T22:39:13.838+11:00</updated><title type='text'>late post</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;it has been somewhat late since i have posted an di should've last wednesday but i didn't so i'll make it up now ! we went to hornsby in the first week coz everyone was sick of parra and not many ppl remained here by 2nd week. so, we just lulled around :D and and and&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;those soft toy grabby machines? the " skill" testers" well viv got a small ish pink Stitch and we're all like WOAH , WTH, YOU'RE SO AWESOEM then then SHE TRIED AT TEH MASSIVE ONES, AND SHE GOT ANOTHER ONE AND WE'RE LIKE&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;WTF WTF WTF.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;aand zac went all&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;" HOMG I DID $20 ON THOSE LAST TIME AND WAS UNSUCESSSFUL WTF.?!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;well, it was very strangea nd lucky for her BUT&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;i tried and got it on my first go ! :O&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;although it was quite fluke, i was unawares of teh timer and put it inn place and looked at it before the grabber dropped down and i nearly banged teh glass coz i didn't press the button but i got it anyway :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;and i named it &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ding Ting&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;reasons of such a weird name will be unkown to those who are uninformed and i do not intend to inform them, also, NO QUESTIONS rawr.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;or it's second name Wuzzy :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;he's this really massive dog with blue and white fur and is VERY CUTE !&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;and and, after we got 3 soft toys in total, zac tried again and again until he got a COW that ne named ButtSex.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;of course, it was zac's idea. and then erin really wanted one but she jsut couldn't get one so zac tried and got a koala :D i dont think she named it&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;so in total, we got 5 soft toys, including 4 masive ones! from a timezone, when we left i swore they gave us dirty looks :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;but all in all, some photos (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285173362569595810" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SihfXZ3xZQ0/SVi1K9RRS6I/AAAAAAAAADc/rQ8W_vXV9LU/s320/DSC00456.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;That is Viv, with Pink Stitch on top then her bear then Ding Ting then ButtSex. though the koala isn't here coz it wasn't rescued out of that ugly plsatic box yet :D&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285173998343839922" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SihfXZ3xZQ0/SVi1v9tqYLI/AAAAAAAAADs/ND1C0MN95X8/s320/DSC00457.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;same old same old...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285174830301383314" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SihfXZ3xZQ0/SVi2gY_zCpI/AAAAAAAAAD8/zEAd0s-pkqA/s320/IMG_0159.JPG" border="0" /&gt;group photo! :P funnily enough, you can see an empty skill tester thing wiht some guy inf ornt of it :D thanks to our asian scabbing only minority toys are left ! HAHAHAAW.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;(: until later, &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;steph.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1208346566704819796-8213431737061138041?l=runaway--train.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://runaway--train.blogspot.com/feeds/8213431737061138041/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1208346566704819796&amp;postID=8213431737061138041' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1208346566704819796/posts/default/8213431737061138041'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1208346566704819796/posts/default/8213431737061138041'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://runaway--train.blogspot.com/2008/12/late-post.html' title='late post'/><author><name>GreenTea--</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08825314545307298367</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_SihfXZ3xZQ0/SJBTnpV5uWI/AAAAAAAAAAw/yN0jZZNXviU/S220/CIMG1191.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SihfXZ3xZQ0/SVi1K9RRS6I/AAAAAAAAADc/rQ8W_vXV9LU/s72-c/DSC00456.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1208346566704819796.post-2989087121088194226</id><published>2008-12-18T21:41:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2008-12-18T21:54:42.388+11:00</updated><title type='text'>I HATE THE CLASSES.</title><content type='html'>well techinically, i dislike the non-change of classes, because they're keeping them allt eh same as this years. T_______T hooomg, those lazy buts, i really really really dislike bathgate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WE CAME B ACK FORM MELBOURNE last friday but after like a week, i finally remmbered mayeb to post somethign here as i have been too lazy to. as you probably already know&lt;br /&gt;we came 8 th :D and no, they're were not 8 teams but SIXTEEN, THATS RIGHT !&lt;br /&gt;we dinky little asians beat HALF of the big and tall caucasians :D it was like, ASIAN VS NON ASIANS. though, i guess we could've done better.&lt;br /&gt;Billanook df BHHS&lt;br /&gt;BHHS df Brighton 2&lt;br /&gt;BHHS df Loxton&lt;br /&gt;Eltham df BHHS&lt;br /&gt;Loxton df BHHS&lt;br /&gt;BHHS df Greenwood&lt;br /&gt;BHHS df Luther&lt;br /&gt;Brighton 1 df BHHS&lt;br /&gt;Craigsley df BHHS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and thats a total of 4 wins out of 8 games, well fair enough this was our first time at melbourne and we're playing a divison older than me by more than a year...&lt;br /&gt;or maybe thats coz i'm the youngest on teh team anyway =.=&lt;br /&gt;well. thats it for now, photos are on fb :D i haen't uploaded teh second half coz i'm lazy...&lt;br /&gt;end of school end of year 9 ALREADY.&lt;br /&gt;where did all the time go?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a valuable question...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;steph.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1208346566704819796-2989087121088194226?l=runaway--train.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://runaway--train.blogspot.com/feeds/2989087121088194226/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1208346566704819796&amp;postID=2989087121088194226' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1208346566704819796/posts/default/2989087121088194226'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1208346566704819796/posts/default/2989087121088194226'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://runaway--train.blogspot.com/2008/12/i-hate-classes.html' title='I HATE THE CLASSES.'/><author><name>GreenTea--</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08825314545307298367</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_SihfXZ3xZQ0/SJBTnpV5uWI/AAAAAAAAAAw/yN0jZZNXviU/S220/CIMG1191.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1208346566704819796.post-7329770001571673849</id><published>2008-12-03T20:29:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2008-12-03T20:44:28.452+11:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>if i am somewhat selfish, i suppose i am not perfect but i can see as much i have been. i have been slack and i regret it now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;regret regret, the word sounds bittersweet. i wish i could be what everyone wanted but the fact that i cant makes me appear selfish. if i please one, the other wont like it, so how exaclty does that work?&lt;br /&gt;i see how the economy struggles wiht scarcity. the purpose of an economy is to satisfy as many wants as possible, and now i finally see the strain to that. its' very much impossible. to see my problem now but 10 folds bigger is quite intimidating. and i regret that i didn't share it more equally.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i have earned myself a  somewhat bad reputation. although it never shows to me, i know it exists. but to those who bother to read, it isn't at school. school is one part. but they're others.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;as i go on my ranting to my hearts content i wonder, and i dont understand. i dont understand a lot of things but the same things keep circling round. what will happen next year?&lt;br /&gt;what is the future?&lt;br /&gt;i can hardly imagine the problems created, just coz i've just had a prologue to what might happen i dont know.&lt;br /&gt;it's scary, what might happen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm scared that it'll all come crashign down, and what i love to do and those i love will be lost.&lt;br /&gt;i finished reading a book about a girl and her boyfriend who dies. i ended crying although it was very badly written man even i can tell. this asian can tell bad engrish. or at least structurally.&lt;br /&gt;bt i think it was because i can relate to it. it reminded me of what might happen tomorrow and it scares me.&lt;br /&gt;i'm worried too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;woah, 3 more days till melbourne.&lt;br /&gt;i love my volleyball, i really hope it will last.&lt;br /&gt;i vow to own those peopel there (:&lt;br /&gt;well, no other NSW team entered, but a lot of VIC teams... hmm..&lt;br /&gt;what, are we so ownage the NSW teams know they dont stand a chance?!?&lt;br /&gt;oh yes we are mighty menergy chickens. ( chigguns w/e)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;steph.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1208346566704819796-7329770001571673849?l=runaway--train.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://runaway--train.blogspot.com/feeds/7329770001571673849/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1208346566704819796&amp;postID=7329770001571673849' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1208346566704819796/posts/default/7329770001571673849'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1208346566704819796/posts/default/7329770001571673849'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://runaway--train.blogspot.com/2008/12/if-i-am-somewhat-selfish-i-suppose-i-am.html' title=''/><author><name>GreenTea--</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08825314545307298367</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_SihfXZ3xZQ0/SJBTnpV5uWI/AAAAAAAAAAw/yN0jZZNXviU/S220/CIMG1191.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1208346566704819796.post-102096599651381325</id><published>2008-11-26T21:13:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2008-11-26T21:25:23.236+11:00</updated><title type='text'>WE BEAT RUSE. obviously.</title><content type='html'>WE BEAT RUSE&lt;br /&gt;WE BEAT RUSE&lt;br /&gt;WE BEAT RUSE&lt;br /&gt;WE BEAT RUSE.&lt;br /&gt;not that i had any doubts that we wouldn't have, but i just wanted to rub it in. :D&lt;br /&gt;also, our progress wiht the harehare yukai has indeed gone up well and now for some reason teh song is stuck in my head all the time. for those ppl who ask me why i dotn dance it myself is&lt;br /&gt;i haven't had any dance experience ( at least since when i was 5 )&lt;br /&gt;i have a VERY BAD CASE of stage fright&lt;br /&gt;i'm out of proportion so when i dance i look really funny. and i dont like that.&lt;br /&gt;so thats why i teach the PRETTY AND EXPERIENCED PPL HOW TO DANCE ! and brave.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:D lol.&lt;br /&gt;MATHS MATHS :o STUPID TEACHERS SCALED ME DOWN NOT THAT I'M GOING TO WRITE MY MARK HERE BUT I'M OBVIOUSLY NTO LIKING IT. roar =/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I LOVE BRUSH PENS. GO THE FABERCASTELL PITT ARTIST PENS' THEY'RE SO SEXY&lt;br /&gt;and i have nothign better to say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;steph.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1208346566704819796-102096599651381325?l=runaway--train.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://runaway--train.blogspot.com/feeds/102096599651381325/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1208346566704819796&amp;postID=102096599651381325' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1208346566704819796/posts/default/102096599651381325'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1208346566704819796/posts/default/102096599651381325'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://runaway--train.blogspot.com/2008/11/we-beat-ruse-obviously.html' title='WE BEAT RUSE. obviously.'/><author><name>GreenTea--</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08825314545307298367</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_SihfXZ3xZQ0/SJBTnpV5uWI/AAAAAAAAAAw/yN0jZZNXviU/S220/CIMG1191.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1208346566704819796.post-8000451618708635517</id><published>2008-11-21T21:16:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2008-11-21T21:37:01.228+11:00</updated><title type='text'>SPRINGFAIR08</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;sadly people, i'm not a camera person, so obviously i did not bring a camera to school which led to the lack of photos. however, if you just went onto fb you'd find plenty (: so to start it off, i was pretty excited/happy/glad that there was going to spring fair , but i must say after that it was quite the disappointment. i expected a larger jumping castle !! i actually wanted to go and $2 was a rip off anyway. the stalls were ... okay ish. but after a while everyone lost business. It's kinda dodgy how ice cream and soft drinks and snowcones are just left in teh sun? and cakes and lollies etc? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;although i did not participate in the Spring Fair, i shouldn't be criticising it after all, it did give us a free bludge day :D&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5271056119399755106" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 302px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SihfXZ3xZQ0/SSaNnQP4rWI/AAAAAAAAADU/TlCkRYBLE4g/s320/http---www-static.sportingpulse.com-pics-72-81-7281021_firstfileFILE.pdf+-+Adobe+Reader.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;and yes i admit, i do look a bit uptight  only because, i remmber maggie telling me to stop the V sign and then telling me to shut up and i was like laughing/retorting. oh i dont kow @____@ but why am i not photogenic&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;TT_________TT&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;well, seeing as shirley still has not posted the v ball dance videos i shall wait and wait until she does so i can post it here.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;i swear, our macerena was so more ownage than the one was spring fair, we SUNG and we were IN TIME hell yeah !&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;steph.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1208346566704819796-8000451618708635517?l=runaway--train.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://runaway--train.blogspot.com/feeds/8000451618708635517/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1208346566704819796&amp;postID=8000451618708635517' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1208346566704819796/posts/default/8000451618708635517'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1208346566704819796/posts/default/8000451618708635517'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://runaway--train.blogspot.com/2008/11/springfair08.html' title='SPRINGFAIR08'/><author><name>GreenTea--</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08825314545307298367</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_SihfXZ3xZQ0/SJBTnpV5uWI/AAAAAAAAAAw/yN0jZZNXviU/S220/CIMG1191.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SihfXZ3xZQ0/SSaNnQP4rWI/AAAAAAAAADU/TlCkRYBLE4g/s72-c/http---www-static.sportingpulse.com-pics-72-81-7281021_firstfileFILE.pdf+-+Adobe+Reader.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1208346566704819796.post-6108076249218463965</id><published>2008-11-18T16:59:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2008-11-18T17:03:54.627+11:00</updated><title type='text'>HAHAHAHAHA OVER!</title><content type='html'>haha, everything is over ! maths history science everything !&lt;br /&gt;i am so glad and i feel great :D&lt;br /&gt;in fact, i can now imagine how the year 12's feel after hsc!&lt;br /&gt;except it must be a billion times better (:&lt;br /&gt;indeed it feels like the weight is off ur shoulders and what lies ahead is just suspense of the probability of failing in which is pretty likely.&lt;br /&gt;i got my geo back today.&lt;br /&gt;yeah.&lt;br /&gt;im not telling &gt;=)&lt;br /&gt;hahahahha. but hey, it's over.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;maths was hard.&lt;br /&gt;i'm dead, and screwed...&lt;br /&gt;VD is boring. stupid kentridge, he's ugly and his work is ugly too. what an epic phail designer.&lt;br /&gt;i have nothign to talk about, unless you would like me to yak on about the maths exam in which i prefer not to do as i am in dear need to forget it.&lt;br /&gt;when in times of great doubt and depression, EAT.&lt;br /&gt;it makes u feel way better, i was pigging out after maths eating like..&lt;br /&gt;a lot.&lt;br /&gt;scabbing off ppl lol. :P i shall now continue to do more boring VD and also to improve my hexic skillz ( NOTICE THE Z) until one day i will own jen and her socks :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bring me hope, that is, for my maths.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;steph.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SHIRLEY HURRY AND POST VIDS.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1208346566704819796-6108076249218463965?l=runaway--train.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://runaway--train.blogspot.com/feeds/6108076249218463965/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1208346566704819796&amp;postID=6108076249218463965' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1208346566704819796/posts/default/6108076249218463965'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1208346566704819796/posts/default/6108076249218463965'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://runaway--train.blogspot.com/2008/11/hahahahaha-over.html' title='HAHAHAHAHA OVER!'/><author><name>GreenTea--</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08825314545307298367</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_SihfXZ3xZQ0/SJBTnpV5uWI/AAAAAAAAAAw/yN0jZZNXviU/S220/CIMG1191.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1208346566704819796.post-5259921761886745853</id><published>2008-11-17T17:34:00.001+11:00</published><updated>2008-11-17T17:46:15.360+11:00</updated><title type='text'>the point to where i panic.</title><content type='html'>yesterday, again, we went to a v ball comp&lt;br /&gt;i suppose you can guess that we won :D first again. however, i always wonder whether you people will ever get annoyed by me telling that we won because i plan to win a lot more in teh future. although even i admit that it wasn't exaclty an epic win coz we only marginally got thru wihtout a deuce. and i hate deuces, it makes me worry so badly...&lt;br /&gt;but never the less we won and a win is still a win no matter how bad the win was. in fact, it was a very very very bad win because the team we were versing , cherry brook, yes once again, only had 5 players.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and we had 6.&lt;br /&gt;it's an absolute failure to come that close to losing to a team wiht 5 players and a noob included. it sucks.&lt;br /&gt;our serves were going down and i shall learn to spike shallow. very shallow. or at least set shallow = ='&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;however, it was fun and we owned all the other games&lt;br /&gt;HAH WE BEAT SANTA 25-8.&lt;br /&gt;in their face ! =]&lt;br /&gt;i even go to overhear one of them say&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;"okay lets at &lt;em&gt;least&lt;/em&gt; get to 10..."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but of course we couldn't be nice, we're asian. (:&lt;br /&gt;also, the cherrybrook team is also asian, and asians knowing asians, they are just as cheap . two of them both pretttty short is born in 1992. while as ME. i am born in 94 =(&lt;br /&gt;how unfair is that !! they should be disqualified as they have 2 MORE YEARS WORTH OF MUSCLE DEVELOPMENT. not that i'mblaming them. i mean. i can tank them anyday :D with my 14 year old developed muscles :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and even though erin and nicole are 15. but hey, i still rock.&lt;br /&gt;AND AND, they DIDN'T GIVE US MEDALS :O coz coz someone stole them from bob's car. TT____TT&lt;br /&gt;yes , his name is Bob (: and he HAS NO MEDALS FOR US RAWR. so instead he gave us this trophy in which mr drew kept.. that says&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;2008 school champions&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;indeed i am proud to say that. oh and he gave us 3 mikasa balls :D i guess thats good, as mr Drew lost 4 to the roof last time...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i have forgotten all else that i needed to say. oh yeah,  we went all high and made all these dance videos in which i shall post once shirley gets on teh computer and posts them on facebook :D&lt;br /&gt;hahahah, and we took another photo&lt;br /&gt;in which i shall upload once it is uploaded onto the site (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;melbourne countdown : 2 more weeks. YOSHAAA!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;steph.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1208346566704819796-5259921761886745853?l=runaway--train.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://runaway--train.blogspot.com/feeds/5259921761886745853/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1208346566704819796&amp;postID=5259921761886745853' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1208346566704819796/posts/default/5259921761886745853'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1208346566704819796/posts/default/5259921761886745853'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://runaway--train.blogspot.com/2008/11/point-to-where-i-panic.html' title='the point to where i panic.'/><author><name>GreenTea--</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08825314545307298367</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_SihfXZ3xZQ0/SJBTnpV5uWI/AAAAAAAAAAw/yN0jZZNXviU/S220/CIMG1191.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1208346566704819796.post-5887969979653343066</id><published>2008-11-13T20:41:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T21:02:57.658+11:00</updated><title type='text'>Two out of Five.</title><content type='html'>it's been exam week and i have been sussing and hyperventiliating every day.&lt;br /&gt;especially today as there were exams...&lt;br /&gt;but i suppose anyone who's older than me will just say&lt;br /&gt;pah, it's only year 9, just relax.&lt;br /&gt;ten billion ppl tell me that, and you know what? i know. but like, it doens't mean i dont want to do well. so stop dissing mme and my studies, coz i'ts a good &lt;u&gt;Habit.&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well&lt;br /&gt;&lt;s&gt;Visual Design&lt;/s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;s&gt;Geography&lt;/s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;s&gt;Science&lt;/s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;History&lt;br /&gt;Maths&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;zoomgsh, there's still maths left =(&lt;br /&gt;i am pretty much epicly screwed over for maths, you see, i'm not a maths person.&lt;br /&gt;so i suck. at it.&lt;br /&gt;yeah TT_____________TT&lt;br /&gt;it's kinda sad, when you go to baulko and everyones like&lt;br /&gt;MATH-A-THON YAY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nuuu.&lt;br /&gt;well i'm sick of studying history. i'll just make up something up tmrow.&lt;br /&gt;i never liked history either.&lt;br /&gt;actually no. i did like history. ancient history was interesting.&lt;br /&gt;WAR, however is just the epitome of boredom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and is so not cool &gt;=(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;steph.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1208346566704819796-5887969979653343066?l=runaway--train.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://runaway--train.blogspot.com/feeds/5887969979653343066/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1208346566704819796&amp;postID=5887969979653343066' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1208346566704819796/posts/default/5887969979653343066'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1208346566704819796/posts/default/5887969979653343066'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://runaway--train.blogspot.com/2008/11/2-out-of-5.html' title='Two out of Five.'/><author><name>GreenTea--</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08825314545307298367</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_SihfXZ3xZQ0/SJBTnpV5uWI/AAAAAAAAAAw/yN0jZZNXviU/S220/CIMG1191.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1208346566704819796.post-7784145073555407947</id><published>2008-11-11T20:18:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2008-11-11T20:20:14.461+11:00</updated><title type='text'>correction</title><content type='html'>correction: we are not dong parapara after all:D&lt;br /&gt;we are now doing harehare yukai :D&lt;br /&gt;it is also a jap dance.. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PLEASE, WE NEED ONE MORE GUY SOMEONE VOLUNTEER !&lt;br /&gt;thanks guys :D&lt;br /&gt;please lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;steph.&lt;br /&gt;i'm bored, and i cbb blogging. i shall be back. later.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1208346566704819796-7784145073555407947?l=runaway--train.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://runaway--train.blogspot.com/feeds/7784145073555407947/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1208346566704819796&amp;postID=7784145073555407947' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1208346566704819796/posts/default/7784145073555407947'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1208346566704819796/posts/default/7784145073555407947'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://runaway--train.blogspot.com/2008/11/correction.html' title='correction'/><author><name>GreenTea--</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08825314545307298367</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_SihfXZ3xZQ0/SJBTnpV5uWI/AAAAAAAAAAw/yN0jZZNXviU/S220/CIMG1191.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1208346566704819796.post-1579408744170365664</id><published>2008-11-08T12:09:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2008-11-08T12:15:18.112+11:00</updated><title type='text'>PARAPARA</title><content type='html'>and for those who dont know what Parapara is, it is in fact, a japanese kind of dance.&lt;br /&gt;It is very energetic and needs a lot of bounce.&lt;br /&gt;also, Jap meisei students are coming over 5th november to our school and we need to give them a performance.&lt;br /&gt;as the class who is organising this, me and jen have thought abotu maybe putting parapara as teh performance?&lt;br /&gt;it is suppsoed to be popular and it is much better than that crappy imitation on seigi no mikata.&lt;br /&gt;because parapara, has to be done in groups and must be in sync.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hinoi team example feat KORIKKI !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://au.youtube.com/watch?v=p1o1LgGlV88"&gt;http://au.youtube.com/watch?v=p1o1LgGlV88&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;seeing as i am in fact, too lazy to dl it and Vivien's already got it downloaded theres the link.&lt;br /&gt;i was thinking ( no i am not dancing i am a terrible dancer and i alwasy will be plus our grades have heaps of good dancers. i'm just a coordinator. no questions asked) that we could copy that dance, as korikki is a jap comedian person&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so far people who have agree:&lt;br /&gt;-Lucy&lt;br /&gt;-Daniel Zhu ( yes, he is awshum, hear that guys?)&lt;br /&gt;-Anthea&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i would like at least 4 girls. =]&lt;br /&gt;i probably wil ask Gabby, Jenny and sejuti as well on monday.&lt;br /&gt;^__^ please if you are interested tell me :D&lt;br /&gt;but before anythign can be organised i'll ask Ogara to see if it's suitable ( theres no violence, no porn no nothign so i suppose it shoudl be passable)&lt;br /&gt;so yeah :D please peopel !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;btw, parapara looks best when IN REAL SYNC.&lt;br /&gt;but however, if they're not in sync for performance, i'm sure jap school willl find it hilarious...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(:&lt;br /&gt;SIGN UP PEOPLE !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PARAPARA FTW!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;steph.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1208346566704819796-1579408744170365664?l=runaway--train.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link 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align="center"&gt;and both that flew away.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;a love once untouched,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;is infected by the emotions&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;of detachment, self and greed.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Pured by a one desire&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;one last desire of a pure self and greed&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;that blew those away,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;but swept you away to me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;dedicated to that of a good friend i cannot sympathize for, mainly because i am not passionate.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1208346566704819796-2105286768068042561?l=runaway--train.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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(: and it took me all afternoon! and they dont even spin properly coz it's just a paper wiht 6 numbers wiht a piece of string attached to a cardboard rectangle as a spinner.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;i made seven&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;yes i have very very very good spinner-making skills.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;also in relation to the second last post before this one, here is the volleyball group pic we took after winning. it almost looks exaclty the same as the one we had last time, it was took in teh same place too @___@&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263265264618382050" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SihfXZ3xZQ0/SQrf30g7IuI/AAAAAAAAADM/hNPqSk2Gax0/s320/http---www-static.sportingpulse.com-pics-70-84-7084649_firstfileFILE.pdf+-+Adobe+Reader.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;as you can observe, jen is not in uniform this is mainly because she didn't play ! &gt;:( and she scabbed a medal !&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;cheappoooo. and and and. yeah i look like a retard. and vicki is posing :D so i'm not teh only one looking like a retard !&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;at least shirley looks man...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;yes moving on. My mum jsut came back form the supermarket and she parked inside the garage. but she didnt' come inside, instead she went came up to our front door and rang the bell and started punchign our door. and yelling.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;HELP HLEP HELP MEEEEEEEEE!!! i thought it was actually one of those kiddies for treats befor realising it was my mum who was indeed screaming at us to open the door. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;you see, the reason why she didn't just come in from the garage was apparnalty because a dog followed her in and shes terrified of dogs. so she was scared if she opened the door the dog would come in the house. so she ran out of the car and raced around with the dog, because she was scared of it biting her that is until i appeared at teh garage door asking.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;me : erhh, mum whats wrong??&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;mum: THIS DOG KEEP FOLLOWING ME QUICK OPEN THE DOOR.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;me: *opens door* here.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;mum: *runs in* *grabs broom* *tries to bang the garage door to scare dog out of garage* &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;nb: not like that worked&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;in teh end i decided to go out&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;and i walked otu of garage, like all dogs, dogs and dogs bond :D so me and teh dog bonded:D NO WE DIDN'T HAVE SEX THANKS. hurrumph.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;i jsut walked out of garage and it followed me then my mum closed the garage door and at the last minute i dived in and the dog didn't go in =(&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;poor doggie, i like dogs. i wish i coudl hve a dog. it was like a terrier and it was v. cute.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;and i am a dog too, and my dog josh. aand brandon whom i also adopted as a dog. even though i'm his dog too. but yeah, thats the complex family tree of dogs, because i am the second minion of the priestess who owns a dog. yes , it totallymakes sense.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;as also i can conclude that most asian mums are terrified of dogs, i dont understand whym, they are so cuuuuute (:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;steph.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div 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dog.'/><author><name>GreenTea--</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08825314545307298367</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_SihfXZ3xZQ0/SJBTnpV5uWI/AAAAAAAAAAw/yN0jZZNXviU/S220/CIMG1191.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SihfXZ3xZQ0/SQrf30g7IuI/AAAAAAAAADM/hNPqSk2Gax0/s72-c/http---www-static.sportingpulse.com-pics-70-84-7084649_firstfileFILE.pdf+-+Adobe+Reader.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1208346566704819796.post-5982301684422650943</id><published>2008-10-30T21:57:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2008-10-30T22:00:44.280+11:00</updated><title type='text'>Commerce and a new life.</title><content type='html'>when i mean new life, i did not mean my own new life, i meant a new life has been thrown into thsi world, and that is my new baby ( distant) cousin (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND SHES A HALFIE !&lt;br /&gt;hahah, ^__^ just like sonya.&lt;br /&gt;and and her name is Kaylee Hill.&lt;br /&gt;:D&lt;br /&gt;born on the 30th of October. she's gonna be so cute.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;as for the commerce bit, i am relieved to find that i need not to anticipate for my doom to come, for it has come and is not as doomful as i thought it was.&lt;br /&gt;however the other class is so slack &gt;:( they get their handicap 8 marks to make up for some questions.&lt;br /&gt;grrr...&lt;br /&gt;and they all got like high 90's&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&lt;" so unfair !!!&lt;br /&gt;if i got liek 3 more marks i coudl've beat josh :D&lt;br /&gt;but i didn't, coz he got that stupid 8 mark thing =( or i would've beat him !!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND JEN IS SUCH A LUCKY BUM. a compensation of 10 marks because she was apparantly "ill"&lt;br /&gt;yes she was sick but 10 MARKS :O&lt;br /&gt;epic luckiness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(:&lt;br /&gt;i'm going to see kaylee on saturday ^__^&lt;br /&gt;she's gonna be so spoilt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;steph.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1208346566704819796-5982301684422650943?l=runaway--train.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://runaway--train.blogspot.com/feeds/5982301684422650943/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1208346566704819796&amp;postID=5982301684422650943' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1208346566704819796/posts/default/5982301684422650943'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1208346566704819796/posts/default/5982301684422650943'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' 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I'M... bah.</title><content type='html'>and as a starting line, no, i am not pregnant.&lt;br /&gt; i'm jsut pissed&lt;br /&gt;because&lt;br /&gt;OF ALL DAYS FOR PAIX TO BE AWAY, SHE CHOOSES TODAY GRR.&lt;br /&gt;TT______TT&lt;br /&gt;of all the days, she makes me anticipate another 48 hours until 5th 6th period on thursday to wait for my doom.&lt;br /&gt;and you may say why i am looking forward to seeing my doom, i sbecause i'd liek to get things overwith and just die with doom and then start again with... hope.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yeah. hope.&lt;br /&gt;8)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm epicly bored.&lt;br /&gt;steph.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1208346566704819796-2475237160102231591?l=runaway--train.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://runaway--train.blogspot.com/feeds/2475237160102231591/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1208346566704819796&amp;postID=2475237160102231591' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1208346566704819796/posts/default/2475237160102231591'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1208346566704819796/posts/default/2475237160102231591'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://runaway--train.blogspot.com/2008/10/im-im-bah.html' title='I&apos;M .. I&apos;M... bah.'/><author><name>GreenTea--</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08825314545307298367</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_SihfXZ3xZQ0/SJBTnpV5uWI/AAAAAAAAAAw/yN0jZZNXviU/S220/CIMG1191.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1208346566704819796.post-8640275332963270419</id><published>2008-10-26T17:44:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2008-10-26T17:58:06.763+11:00</updated><title type='text'>MENERGY CHICKENS.</title><content type='html'>HAHAHAHA, THATS RIGHT WE WON.&lt;br /&gt;AGAIN.&lt;br /&gt;FOR TEH SECOND TIME. (:&lt;br /&gt;i'm so happy, because we won our second metro. and we beat our old enemies, santa sabina ( we lost 1st to them last last last time =( ) and CHERRYBROOK ( we lost 1st to them last time TT___TT) haha but we beat them all !!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;also, it was mainly because jen our moral support who came halfway and gave us moral support ( and also scabbed a medal when she did nothing physical hurrumph.) and MENERGY CHICKENS. you must be wondering what a menergy chicken is, but to tell the truth, i dont really know. because menergy was some inside joke between shirley and maggie, who showed us this really weird clip of some power thirst ad... but it sounded funny, and erin would not listen to us unless we added chickens ( chigguns) ( and for those who know erin, you'd probably know that she likes chigguns) so hence the MENERGY CHICKENS !&lt;br /&gt;erin's definition of menergy chickens :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Think about what you can do with men, energy and chickens D: GENIUS ISN'T IT?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;yes and by standard Metro, my injury count:&lt;br /&gt;1) bruise on right elbow ( it will hurt very much, because i tend to lean on my elbows ALOT.)&lt;br /&gt;2) bruise on left elbow ( the results of diving. TT__TT)&lt;br /&gt;3) jarred right index finger ( only because of JEN, who was TOO SICK TO PLAY =(. my piano teacher will kill me)&lt;br /&gt;4) bruises on knee ( i already have a collection of bruises on my knees from training... )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHAH, no sprained ankles ^^ EPIC !&lt;br /&gt;yes next week will be a long and excruciatingly painful ( hmm, maybe) week. what fun !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2nd quote of the &lt;u&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Year &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;do not ask what was the first.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"1..2..3.. BAULKO MENERGY CHICKENS !!!"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;and to tell the truth, we did look like spastic retards  :P&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;strong&gt;steph.&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1208346566704819796-8640275332963270419?l=runaway--train.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://runaway--train.blogspot.com/feeds/8640275332963270419/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1208346566704819796&amp;postID=8640275332963270419' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1208346566704819796/posts/default/8640275332963270419'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1208346566704819796/posts/default/8640275332963270419'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://runaway--train.blogspot.com/2008/10/menergy-chickens.html' title='MENERGY CHICKENS.'/><author><name>GreenTea--</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08825314545307298367</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_SihfXZ3xZQ0/SJBTnpV5uWI/AAAAAAAAAAw/yN0jZZNXviU/S220/CIMG1191.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1208346566704819796.post-1588465169585725012</id><published>2008-10-24T21:43:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2008-10-24T21:46:21.824+11:00</updated><title type='text'>broken.</title><content type='html'>it is here after a very long day, i have realised.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i am that selfish.&lt;br /&gt;i am that much of a bitch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;everything is wrong.&lt;br /&gt;i dont deserve what i have.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but i also can't live without it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1208346566704819796-1588465169585725012?l=runaway--train.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://runaway--train.blogspot.com/feeds/1588465169585725012/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1208346566704819796&amp;postID=1588465169585725012' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1208346566704819796/posts/default/1588465169585725012'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1208346566704819796/posts/default/1588465169585725012'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://runaway--train.blogspot.com/2008/10/broken.html' title='broken.'/><author><name>GreenTea--</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08825314545307298367</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_SihfXZ3xZQ0/SJBTnpV5uWI/AAAAAAAAAAw/yN0jZZNXviU/S220/CIMG1191.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1208346566704819796.post-8302198711899749446</id><published>2008-10-20T16:31:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2008-10-20T16:48:57.187+11:00</updated><title type='text'>a week of epokphail.</title><content type='html'>the heading says epok phail. and epok phail is what i actually meant. because apparantly theres a place in parra called Epok. and hence the Epokphail.&lt;br /&gt;so along wiht my week, today i had my commerce yearly. ( ie. the so-called year 10 school cert. but the school cert doesn't do commerce so i just did commerce yearly with them. rofl) it was...&lt;br /&gt;i woudl say i thought myself unlucky because i was doign political involvment, but it turned out, half the stuff was on political invovlement and i had tonnes more to write in the extended response ( 3.5 pages my hands are DEAD TT____TT). i suppose we're luckier than the other class  because apparantly they finished what they needed to write about in a paragraph... @__@&lt;br /&gt;yes, funny how things turns out. there was also a funny looking graph ...( in fact, it's not that funny, i'ts the business cycle. but we nver looked at it, it was proably for pure general knowledge purposes. &gt;=( they're so mean !)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i watched mcdull yesterday :D, he is TEHBOMB.&lt;br /&gt;he's so cute !!&lt;br /&gt;and dumb.. T_T but hey thats the funny bit XD&lt;br /&gt;oh and and&lt;br /&gt;i lost my debate :D lol!!!&lt;br /&gt;i dont know why. she said she'll tell us later @_______@&lt;br /&gt;and thsi is teh end ( /start) of my epokphail week, it's only monday (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;goodbye minions.&lt;br /&gt;steph.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1208346566704819796-8302198711899749446?l=runaway--train.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://runaway--train.blogspot.com/feeds/8302198711899749446/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1208346566704819796&amp;postID=8302198711899749446' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1208346566704819796/posts/default/8302198711899749446'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1208346566704819796/posts/default/8302198711899749446'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://runaway--train.blogspot.com/2008/10/week-of-epokphail.html' title='a week of epokphail.'/><author><name>GreenTea--</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08825314545307298367</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_SihfXZ3xZQ0/SJBTnpV5uWI/AAAAAAAAAAw/yN0jZZNXviU/S220/CIMG1191.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1208346566704819796.post-1041260797695615756</id><published>2008-10-05T20:30:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2008-10-05T20:44:19.174+11:00</updated><title type='text'>too much time (:</title><content type='html'>seeing as i haven't been blogging much, i haven't compeltely forgotten i had one nearly x]&lt;br /&gt;well, i'll start off from last thursday when we went to the park&lt;br /&gt;yes i remember saying in my previous post,&lt;br /&gt;"PARK?!"&lt;br /&gt;yeah, right, but it was fun (:&lt;br /&gt;it wasn't as epic fail as i predicted.&lt;br /&gt;quite fun, beside everyone started compalining even though they weren't tired, i mean, we weren't carryign 15kg packs on us and walking for 6 hours at a time?&lt;br /&gt;we only walked for 2 hours =( and only at like half and hour intervals.xD&lt;br /&gt;lazy assholes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ahh. i cant belive zac bought a box of 24 cans of coke...&lt;br /&gt;TT____TT i mean, he had to carry it for half the time and the scary thign is&lt;br /&gt;9 PEOPLE ACTUALLY FINISHED 20 CANS.&lt;br /&gt;zomg. @___@ and i only had one can too... i think li had 3?&lt;br /&gt;and ben wasted one by dropping a mentos in it and watching it fizz. x]&lt;br /&gt;we were sitting next to some radio tower thing and we got so much radiatin i'm sure half my brain has melted :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we played cards and otehrs played chess. CHESS? of all things =( so so so so. nerdy. and gay.&lt;br /&gt;xD&lt;br /&gt;that's us for you. aanyway.&lt;br /&gt;holidays are boring, i'm like a hermit, stuck at home  T^T&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i only have my computer and my homework and my consoles. i'm lonely &gt;&lt;'&lt;br /&gt;and my brother &gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but that doesn't count. XD&lt;br /&gt;I WONT MAHJONG, I'TS LIEK SOME KIND OF MIRACLE HAHAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;i never win =]&lt;br /&gt;but i did&lt;br /&gt;aheheehehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;aahh =(&lt;br /&gt;i'm so bored, so i rummaged through my cupboard and found my old&lt;br /&gt;sunshine heartbeat track CD :D&lt;br /&gt;it's like, this chinkii drama with nice songs, butsome old ones too&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;if a picture paints a thousand words&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Then why can't I paint you?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;the words will never show the you i've come to know.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ins't it so sweet? =)&lt;br /&gt;except, it sounds mega old, by some old guy called "Bread"&lt;br /&gt;..&lt;br /&gt;weird aye?&lt;br /&gt;yeah, and my best friends called are coffee and tea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and Justin, erin is not my 13th concubine (: she is my THIRD!&lt;br /&gt;and she's married to shirley , and i do have a grudge against shirley coz shes married to my third concubine :D but i dont want to kill her because everything rightly erin's is mine making shirley mine&lt;br /&gt;hahahahaa ^^V&lt;br /&gt;and erin is promoted to 2nd concubine and vivien demoted for reason unknown =)&lt;br /&gt;they would undrestand. kakaka..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;steph.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1208346566704819796-1041260797695615756?l=runaway--train.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://runaway--train.blogspot.com/feeds/1041260797695615756/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1208346566704819796&amp;postID=1041260797695615756' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1208346566704819796/posts/default/1041260797695615756'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1208346566704819796/posts/default/1041260797695615756'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://runaway--train.blogspot.com/2008/10/too-much-time.html' title='too much time (:'/><author><name>GreenTea--</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08825314545307298367</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_SihfXZ3xZQ0/SJBTnpV5uWI/AAAAAAAAAAw/yN0jZZNXviU/S220/CIMG1191.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1208346566704819796.post-6157356457532535509</id><published>2008-09-30T13:03:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2008-09-30T13:31:56.014+10:00</updated><title type='text'>HOLIDAYS</title><content type='html'>i hope you like the new n00by skin (: because i made it rofl.&lt;br /&gt;yeh =/ i decided the animated GIF was a bit ==' as ting pointed out,&lt;br /&gt;the words moved @____@ which made it uber n00by and i had like 15 billion hours on hand so i had nothign to do so i made a new one :D any normal person would.&lt;br /&gt;but hey. i was drained of ideas =/&lt;br /&gt;it's the second day of the holidays and already its' kind of a disaster. only 8 ppl going on thursday =/&lt;br /&gt;to a PARK. yes a PARK.&lt;br /&gt;miho's very enthrusiated abotu it ==' so she wont stopgoing on abotu it so if we dont go to a PARK, thts like condemning myself anotehr term of LETS GO TO THE PARK =/&lt;br /&gt;that means 7 hours at a park wiht nothign to do. hmm...&lt;br /&gt;and erin and jen sint' going T________T'&lt;br /&gt;neither is vivien&lt;br /&gt;;KLAJDF;KLJAD;FKLJ;EILURNKJ; comeon people its' a PARK. i want to go to a PARK.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;btu we could always change our mind and change trains haflway lol xP&lt;br /&gt;aanyway, =/ i dislike engrish.&lt;br /&gt;stupid engrish poets write about mongolian kings. like, THEY'RE ENGLISH.&lt;br /&gt;mongol &gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its' so boring .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;holidays are boring unles you're going somehwer like lenny.&lt;br /&gt;who gets to got o dreamworld @_________________@&lt;br /&gt;i want to go to dreamworld.. one day i'll go onthose slime thingies... though i dont think i have the guts to really go on  it =/&lt;br /&gt;XD i'm too pansy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on sunday :D we went to celebrate dad's  birthday so first we went to ewood to eat brekkie&lt;br /&gt;and sitting next to our table is lawrence @__@ so i said hi.&lt;br /&gt;then, we went to DFO,and i bumped into yazza. twice. and i said hi, twice.&lt;br /&gt;then i went to this REBEL outlet store and bumped into edmund.. funny because&lt;br /&gt;his naem is edmund chan&lt;br /&gt;and my uncles name is also edmund chan.&lt;br /&gt;.. @___@&lt;br /&gt;and, one time, shirley looked at my mobile contacts and saw "edmund chan"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shirley: HOMG, YOU HAVE EDMUND'S NUMBER?!&lt;br /&gt;me: erh, yeah...&lt;br /&gt;Shirley: but he's such a retard..&lt;br /&gt;Me: that's my uncle.&lt;br /&gt;Shirley: Edmund's ur UNCLE?! @____@&lt;br /&gt;Me: no, a different one.&lt;br /&gt;Shirley: oh oh, thank god...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shirley is my third concubines husband :D&lt;br /&gt;rofl, it makes sense.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;steph.&lt;br /&gt;later (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1208346566704819796-6157356457532535509?l=runaway--train.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://runaway--train.blogspot.com/feeds/6157356457532535509/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1208346566704819796&amp;postID=6157356457532535509' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1208346566704819796/posts/default/6157356457532535509'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1208346566704819796/posts/default/6157356457532535509'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://runaway--train.blogspot.com/2008/09/holidays.html' title='HOLIDAYS'/><author><name>GreenTea--</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08825314545307298367</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_SihfXZ3xZQ0/SJBTnpV5uWI/AAAAAAAAAAw/yN0jZZNXviU/S220/CIMG1191.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1208346566704819796.post-1341734749926484109</id><published>2008-09-26T21:42:00.001+10:00</published><updated>2008-09-26T21:47:13.765+10:00</updated><title type='text'>BOREDISMS.</title><content type='html'>i haven't been posting much. because nothign is going on. but tahts an understatement because a lot is going on i'm jsut too lazy to blog it :D&lt;br /&gt;_________ &amp;amp; ___________ are so cute ! i cant name them or i'll get raped ):&lt;br /&gt;apparantly this and that too ~ but u must think i'm retarded because i'm subbing blanks wiht thsi and that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;aanyhow.&lt;br /&gt;last sunday was v balltounry came second. STUPID DAMMIT. we lost to cherrybrook 25-27 and 23-25 WE DESERVED TO WIN but we were too tired to ):&lt;br /&gt;today we played another tourney and bludged school :D, came third but played in one divison higher and versed our seniors opponents. today was also teh last day of term three meaning also the year 12 grad. i didn't get to go which was might as well because it must've been boring&lt;br /&gt;i would miss brandon.&lt;br /&gt;=/ i have no more bus buddy.&lt;br /&gt;lol, i'll use duncan instead ! or kin...&lt;br /&gt;aanwyay. =/ non calc came back. screwd. eng comp screwed. westpac. double screwed .&lt;br /&gt;ZOMFG&lt;br /&gt;STUPID TING&lt;br /&gt;TINGTINGTINGTING&lt;br /&gt;=( beat me by one mark ADFJA;DFKLJA;DKLFJA;OEIF;ANDFA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;!!!&lt;br /&gt;i'm boerd. so bored&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HOLIDAYS.!!!&lt;br /&gt;I'VE GOT NOTHIGN TO BLOG ABOUT&lt;br /&gt;HURRAY!&lt;br /&gt;I HAVE NO LIFE !&lt;br /&gt;HURRAY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;not.&lt;br /&gt;really. goodbye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;steph.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1208346566704819796-1341734749926484109?l=runaway--train.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://runaway--train.blogspot.com/feeds/1341734749926484109/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1208346566704819796&amp;postID=1341734749926484109' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1208346566704819796/posts/default/1341734749926484109'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1208346566704819796/posts/default/1341734749926484109'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://runaway--train.blogspot.com/2008/09/boredisms.html' title='BOREDISMS.'/><author><name>GreenTea--</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08825314545307298367</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_SihfXZ3xZQ0/SJBTnpV5uWI/AAAAAAAAAAw/yN0jZZNXviU/S220/CIMG1191.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1208346566704819796.post-744782675536718353</id><published>2008-09-17T20:18:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2008-09-17T20:40:52.248+10:00</updated><title type='text'>an overrated prank.</title><content type='html'>if you guys ever come across something called "Tingbating" please, just ignore it,&lt;br /&gt;because it is just some lame joke made by a sad no-life.. thats right. i dont know who ( or peoples) that started it but it's so slackkk. if you dont know what it is, then dont find out, you know, somehow if this is famous enough it might get added to the Urban Dictionary. it could be like&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Tingbating ( Tingbaiting?) Ti-in-g-bay-ting noun.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;1) the art of slapping/spanking/pinching/touching/feeling/hitting with a piece of wood Ting's Butt, and to blame it on someone else (namely anon)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;2)Just Touching Ting 8-) lols.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and as for that Justin is a very funny name because pretty much any other word that contains " ust" or "in" u can make a nice nickname !&lt;br /&gt;i.e Just Juice, Juice tin, Justing, Adjusting, Rusting, THRUSTING, thrust-in, DISGUSTING.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hilarious (: please if you have any more please donate !&lt;br /&gt;x) hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;as shown in the left side, my cbox, jen has demonstrated that her now current word fad is now&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"Dweeb"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;she says it so sarcastically, if you get called "Dweeb" twice a day it actually pisses you off. as well, she sent me a link in which i cannot find right now stating the definition of "Dweeb"&lt;br /&gt;if i remember correctly it was like, the space between a man's penis and his asshole.&lt;br /&gt;or the space between the vagina and asshole... for a woman that is&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&lt;" maaaan, it's so jen-liek to call people that.&lt;br /&gt;she stares at you.&lt;br /&gt;waits 2 seconds.&lt;br /&gt;"Dweeb"&lt;br /&gt;*sweatdrop*&lt;br /&gt;it takes her TWO SECONDS to think about a 5-letter insult. not that i have anythign to say, she did own me in teh NAPLAN, she owned everyone TT^TT&lt;br /&gt;i love you SMART jen ! my wifey !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today after sport, if you weren't part of the massive herd that was marching to and from zac's and li's house then i shall now tell a tale of pure stupidity and stupidity again.&lt;br /&gt;it was after volleyball ( and we won if you wanted to know :D duh.) so we went to li's house like normal.&lt;br /&gt;when me and vicki got there, and rang teh doorbell no-one answered, so we peeked through the window. and saw that belzy's bag and ben's stuff was on the floor so we assumed that they were there even though it was completely dark. we just kinda assumed it was some like miho-joke not to let us in. after waiting/shouting/knocking a bit, this huge stampede of basketballers just ran in shouting&lt;br /&gt;"LIIIIIIIIIIIIIII'S HOUUUUUUUUUUUUUSE" and they stampeded through to the backyard, broke teh lock on teh gate, and started crashing the yard.. befoer runnign back and shouting&lt;br /&gt;"ZAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAACCCCCCCSSSSSSSSS HOUUUUUUUUUUUUSE"&lt;br /&gt;well, we all hung outside his house.. until 3, where most of us left ( celia, jess, daniel, lenny, josh). all teh time knowcking and rining his doorbell , shouting for li to let go of such a stupid prank and let us in. of course, daniel claimed that he heard them giggle, and Samuel thought he heard ben shouting..&lt;br /&gt;in the end, only 3 of us remained and we waited till4, after a bit, we all got worried that they all died having sex or something. and didn't want to answer teh door. then we got more serious and thought they had this gang fight and died. all of them knocked out. and then Samuel gave us a lecture on how the hand would break before we got knocked out... ninja much @______@&lt;br /&gt;haha well, by 4, i was slightly pissed that such a prank coudl get out of hand, i was also fascinated by the fact that they could keep ben so food-less, quiet and still for so long ( one and a half hours)&lt;br /&gt;then i went home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;later on i found out that they weren't in teh house at all TT______________TT stupid much?&lt;br /&gt;i was right though, they du mped their bags in teh house and decided they'd walk to stockland mall to get pizza. yes, pizza. and we waited in front of an empty house, shouting at nothing for one and a half hours.. what a waste of time. and to think they were dying from oversex.&lt;br /&gt;but, they have on alibi at least, they said they left a note saying that they've gone to stockland and left i on the doormat, unfortunately before me and vicki arrived it had blowna way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thus my pm for those who dont understand,&lt;br /&gt;"funny, how the wind blows."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and epic episode ( TAHTS RIGHT, ALLITERATION) of 17th September 2008 where Stephanie got owned by people who wanted pizza.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;fun experience x)&lt;br /&gt;setph.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1208346566704819796-744782675536718353?l=runaway--train.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://runaway--train.blogspot.com/feeds/744782675536718353/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1208346566704819796&amp;postID=744782675536718353' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1208346566704819796/posts/default/744782675536718353'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1208346566704819796/posts/default/744782675536718353'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://runaway--train.blogspot.com/2008/09/overrated-prank.html' title='an overrated prank.'/><author><name>GreenTea--</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08825314545307298367</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_SihfXZ3xZQ0/SJBTnpV5uWI/AAAAAAAAAAw/yN0jZZNXviU/S220/CIMG1191.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1208346566704819796.post-1880858729456198531</id><published>2008-09-15T21:32:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2008-09-15T21:56:30.841+10:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;a love lost to a wall&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;that barred the other side&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;where the grass is always greener.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;here i am, trapped&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;inside a limbo.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i can see no longer&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;my own ignorance that blinds me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i cant see you reach out,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;when you whisper i cannot hear&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;the words that pierce my icy heart.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i hear by memory&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;reminiscing of a lost love. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;thats right, modernist poetry is melancholy and free verse, emo engrish. hahha alliteration :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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title=''/><author><name>GreenTea--</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08825314545307298367</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_SihfXZ3xZQ0/SJBTnpV5uWI/AAAAAAAAAAw/yN0jZZNXviU/S220/CIMG1191.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1208346566704819796.post-2615230884396403600</id><published>2008-09-12T17:52:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2008-09-15T17:01:52.370+10:00</updated><title type='text'>camp was fun ~</title><content type='html'>Quote of the &lt;u&gt;Year:&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;"Watch your Proximity!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Quoted by Anon, for no reasons, and no explanation will be provided. those who heard will understand.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Camp for once was actually okay, seems that it was easier than last time, because of my lightweight ( ish ) pack compred to last time and it was only two days so it was tolerable. (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;and well i'm ECSTATIC, EUPHORIC, HAPPY ( yes marvel at my pro vocab ) that i passed navigation because i only learnt it this time because Brodie was a bad teacher.. very very simple.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;ahaha and NIGEL was our instructor and he's cool :D because, he told us to go the right way instead of letting us walk to wrong way for like half an hour before telling us like the other group ( who in teh end, walked twice as much ) he always included his hints in songs&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;" to the left to the left.. to the left to the left"&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;it is actually irreplaceable by beyonce for those who dont know.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;aaanyway, well jen kinda bribed him with Pods, and he tasted the onigiri seaweekd and like dit and he also liked some other food that i cant remember..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;another quote:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Zac: OMG jen dont fall into the water * points to a little puddle* you'll drown !&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Jen: i'm not that short !!! &gt;&lt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Zac: yes you are ! be careful!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Jen: i can swim you know.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Zac: ah, i see. * owned *&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;hmm yes, and there are other funny moments but i cant seem to remember them..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;seeing as i'm like 3 days late in typing this @____@ my mind is on mental blank.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;but funny things happened today too ~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;first of all, Zac cannot read for his life. we were reading this poem and he had to read&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"..... camels...."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;but he said:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;"..... ... ... camaals?" &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;which caused the whole class to erupt in laughter and he got owned by leishman because he " doesn't know how to read"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;and there is a new person added to my imaginary friends&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;meet &lt;strong&gt;Scchhjaaaahk!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;he is, as erin portrayed him.. very exotic :D&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;another thing that also proves that i'm that pedo woman that Arnold thinks i am is that, i've noticed a few times, this little girl walks home beside me . and today she did again. coincidnece i hope.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;aanyway shaun was next to me too and whispered: do you know her?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;me: no. but she always walks with me.&lt;br /&gt;Shaun: you should talk to her!&lt;br /&gt;me: no! i'm scared she'll run off, i mean &lt;em&gt;stranger danger!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;Shaun: but you're a girl!&lt;br /&gt;me: i could be a guy in a skirt.&lt;br /&gt;Shaun: @_______________@ oh, i see.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that we experimented, we walked extra slowly and the girl dropped back wiht us, and then she stopped to pick up her hat that she dropped and we didn't stop, later she ran right back up to me and started walking again.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;After Shaun turned into his street i waited for the girl again and this time i walked wiht her, and i asked her for her name. i think she's real scared of me now, but she answered anyway, whether it was right or not, i made very small conversation and then she went home =(&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;awww, pedowoman strikes again!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;not that there was a first time geez &gt;&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;XD i hope i see her tommorrow.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;steph.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1208346566704819796-2615230884396403600?l=runaway--train.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://runaway--train.blogspot.com/feeds/2615230884396403600/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1208346566704819796&amp;postID=2615230884396403600' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1208346566704819796/posts/default/2615230884396403600'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1208346566704819796/posts/default/2615230884396403600'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://runaway--train.blogspot.com/2008/09/camp-was-fun.html' title='camp was fun ~'/><author><name>GreenTea--</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08825314545307298367</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_SihfXZ3xZQ0/SJBTnpV5uWI/AAAAAAAAAAw/yN0jZZNXviU/S220/CIMG1191.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1208346566704819796.post-6951493711026502488</id><published>2008-09-10T19:51:00.001+10:00</published><updated>2008-09-10T20:00:02.219+10:00</updated><title type='text'>CAMP CAMP CAMP!</title><content type='html'>tomorrow is camp ! i cant belive it, because i still tend to think that it's still 2 months or so away..&lt;br /&gt;surprisingly i have finished packing and it is very light, although it still doesn't include tent/food etc but stil.. lighter OR SEEMS lighter than last time o_O i wonder why last time it was so heavy. i dont remember lol.&lt;br /&gt;aanyway we got our maths commons back. the test was surprisingly easier than i anticipated and i was very aware of not making stupid mistakes :D but over all i'm happy wiht my mark , except wiht exceptions to people who are one mark higher T__T&lt;br /&gt;they should all die. yesh rofl.&lt;br /&gt;i wont write it here, because it is personal =)&lt;br /&gt;but aaanyway.&lt;br /&gt;hah we went to li's house to do our PD assignment. it was total shock horror zomg this is wtheck.&lt;br /&gt;we had changed teh plan from teh original because 30 seconds wasn't enough, in the end we got everyone to be in it :D at a " party " where everyone has sex and underage drinks !&lt;br /&gt;but yeah, now it's like so ownage with li in his pool :D it only took us FIFTEEN MINUTES FOR TEH ACTUAL SHOOTING&lt;br /&gt;the quietening the ppl down tookd 20 TT______TT&lt;br /&gt;hah.&lt;br /&gt;now i shall go and RECHECK my bags ( again ) and do the PD asso and CHERISH MY LAST NIGHT IN A BED ( even though i'm only away for anight =/ but still. i love my bed) and to sleep early and to wake up early. and RECHECK again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so organised :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;steph.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1208346566704819796-6951493711026502488?l=runaway--train.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://runaway--train.blogspot.com/feeds/6951493711026502488/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1208346566704819796&amp;postID=6951493711026502488' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1208346566704819796/posts/default/6951493711026502488'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1208346566704819796/posts/default/6951493711026502488'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://runaway--train.blogspot.com/2008/09/camp-camp-camp.html' title='CAMP CAMP CAMP!'/><author><name>GreenTea--</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08825314545307298367</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_SihfXZ3xZQ0/SJBTnpV5uWI/AAAAAAAAAAw/yN0jZZNXviU/S220/CIMG1191.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1208346566704819796.post-3702014104719740169</id><published>2008-09-09T21:44:00.001+10:00</published><updated>2008-09-09T21:59:58.175+10:00</updated><title type='text'>:D</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;" i can feel the wind on my ears"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;"you can hear the wind because your ear is here !"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;" O_________o are you feeling okay?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;[ third person] &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;"hey close the window, i forgot my jumper today"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;*sulk* " but the wind feels nicee... "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;random conversation (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;those wonderful maths classes where everyone is bored of trig. lols.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's on these days that i realise we should cherish what we have and how we have it because thats just how it is, i know all of those emo's out there will be arguing with me but hey, who told you to listen to me.&lt;br /&gt;i'm relieved, aboslutely ecstatic because i can still keep what i have.&lt;br /&gt;life is important.&lt;br /&gt;remember that people, it's some odd advice from a little girl. yesh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;camp in two days o______O&lt;br /&gt;zomgshh i think we're gonna cross a river &lt;strong&gt;with no bridge&lt;/strong&gt; !!! like, WHATTHEHECK?&lt;br /&gt;=( that means getting our feet wet, and worst of all we dont even know how deep the river is =='&lt;br /&gt;which sucks, meaning it could be neck height ( i doubt it, because we're going at low tide and, they dont want us to drown) or hopefully ankle height.&lt;br /&gt;the saddening thing is that the camp said that&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;" we are not responisble for your children dying i'm sorry but we just dont care, i mean dont you think it's a good thing?"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;no that that's what it really said but you get my drift =)&lt;br /&gt;haha well =/ after Ogara told me that epic scary story, it's all paranoia for me now on =='&lt;br /&gt;however, that was 10 years ago and hopefully things have improved then.&lt;br /&gt;hopefully.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;steph.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1208346566704819796-3702014104719740169?l=runaway--train.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_SihfXZ3xZQ0/SJBTnpV5uWI/AAAAAAAAAAw/yN0jZZNXviU/S220/CIMG1191.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1208346566704819796.post-2759528331016707527</id><published>2008-09-07T21:23:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2008-09-07T21:33:52.957+10:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;i feel like i've been taken over&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;a shadow that has crossed&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;and taken me away&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;further from you.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;and something is grasping on&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;not letting me go&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;and as i watch your back fade&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;i cant help but scream&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;a silent whisper that goes unheard.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;i see you walk away&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;not a second thought &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;paid to my existence.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;emo much?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;:P enjoy the crappy engrish people.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1208346566704819796-2759528331016707527?l=runaway--train.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://runaway--train.blogspot.com/feeds/2759528331016707527/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1208346566704819796&amp;postID=2759528331016707527' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1208346566704819796/posts/default/2759528331016707527'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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turn on your computer and you find that ALL YOUR FILES/STUFF/PICTURES/MUSIC is ALL gone, and you're thinking HOLY CRAP, WHAT AM I GOING TO DO.&lt;br /&gt;yes well, that was solved my simply restarting the computer, but you see, i was so thick with confusion and worry i totallyf orgot and jsut started flaming justin and erin. lols, XD i did what they said and it worked =3&lt;br /&gt;so lucky ah, i cant imagine my computer without my files, that means ALL MY PERSONALS ALL GONE.&lt;br /&gt;ncalkje;raiojdfajdf;laefnadf.&lt;br /&gt;asian women are so funny , as in the kind that are mothers an immigrated to Australia and still cant speak engrish. i was at tennis, and this reaaally big family was next to us and they spoke canto too, and it's kinda a trait in chinese women to speak REAAAALy loudly so i could hear ALL their conversations. it was kinad annoying mainly because 50% of the time she was scolding like 5 children. but i found out not all of them were hers, thank god. aanyway, they're all little kiddies like five or six years.. and all of them couldnt' really hold a raquet cz they're all so short the raquet kinda drags along the ground, but other than that they BARELy had any rallies, but they jsut ranodmly hit balls at each other.&lt;br /&gt;the mum was like&lt;br /&gt;AIYAH, lei dah out jsou m ho faat pei hei ah !! sou seng !!&lt;br /&gt;translation: aiyah, if you're gonna hit out then dont throw a tantrum!! shut up !!&lt;br /&gt;and  3 of the kids started crying, i was eavvesdropping so much i kept forgetting to watch the ball and nearly got hit in the face TT______TT&lt;br /&gt;but the whole time the woman was bickering with the kids&lt;br /&gt;and once the kid hit the ball to her, and she tried to run back, but her big ass woudln't let her and she fell back onto her bum&lt;br /&gt;" aiyah, ge deii gumm seeen ge.."&lt;br /&gt;translation: " aiyah, the floor is so slippery."&lt;br /&gt;well, duh, maybe because it had rained onto the sand?&lt;br /&gt;hm yes, and surprisingly she was teaching the kids how to hit a ball wiht a raquet. interseting.&lt;br /&gt;but after having an amusing session of seeing kids getting scolded, which kinda reminded me when i started learning tennis, except that i had no asian woman screaming at me.&lt;br /&gt;the hour and a half passed really quckly and we wre gonna leave so we collected all our balls which we had 9 to start wiht and we only found eight.&lt;br /&gt;and we're liek ZOMFG, WHERE'D THE LAST BALL GO. except that all the balls we hit out the fence we went to get so there wasnt' a chance that a ball got outside which only left the option that the next door took our ball and i wouldnt' be surpise.d&lt;br /&gt;i mean,&lt;br /&gt;they're asian too.&lt;br /&gt;in the end i was LZKMC;JWER;J THEY TOOK OURB ALL!&lt;br /&gt;and my dad was like ==' nvm it's just a ball, but i woudlnt' let go so i nagged him until he went up to them ( the asian woman ) and told her that she had one of our bals. she was like&lt;br /&gt;REAAAAALLY?&lt;br /&gt;liek PSH duh, all ur other balls are like faded greena dn ours is a shiny yellow and for some odd erason you have ONE of those on ur court which JSUT happens to be the same number as our balls.&lt;br /&gt;gosh psh.&lt;br /&gt;in the end she gavde it back with a very srcastic OH I'M SO SORRY.&lt;br /&gt;yes, sorry. dotn we all hear that so much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and the ball was muddy.&lt;br /&gt;;LAKJDF;ADJFJKAK;JD I DEMAND A NEW ONE. but no, such asian dont do fair deals.&lt;br /&gt;but yes, thats about the highlight of my day, isn' tthat sad?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;steph.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1208346566704819796-3596799740078419634?l=runaway--train.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://runaway--train.blogspot.com/feeds/3596799740078419634/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link 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/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i dont know, honestly if our volleyball team breaks up we're screwed because we'd be low on players and it'd take time to train more to our level, and it wil also b hard&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;six peopleare leaving our grade? honstly imagine next year, tht wouldreall suck. i heard 10 year 10's we're leaving this year to ruse. ruse is gay, because it's so damn ceapas, i cant xlain, my keyboard is laggng heaps and it's annoying th crap out of me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;steph.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1208346566704819796-3629871829470804492?l=runaway--train.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://runaway--train.blogspot.com/feeds/3629871829470804492/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_SihfXZ3xZQ0/SJBTnpV5uWI/AAAAAAAAAAw/yN0jZZNXviU/S220/CIMG1191.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1208346566704819796.post-1981017848727630646</id><published>2008-09-04T21:45:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2008-09-04T21:54:30.158+10:00</updated><title type='text'>. . .</title><content type='html'>everyone is probably studyign for maths right now, because it's tmrow. but i 'm not, because i'm so sick of looking at parabolas. &gt;&lt;"&lt;br /&gt;and yeah. its' not gonna do me any good&lt;br /&gt;sigh... i probably will stuff up yet again..&lt;br /&gt;=='DIEE MATHS&lt;br /&gt;AND MATHS NERDS, namely justing . and the whole first/second class. grr ...&lt;br /&gt;luls. you know, we should organise this epic plan where we all shall fail thus we all pass :D therefore noone fails!~&lt;br /&gt;amazing.. we really should try it...&lt;br /&gt;but no, the smart people 'll be like NO.&lt;br /&gt;and maggie =( after we get out results back&lt;br /&gt;she'd ask me at the bus bay&lt;br /&gt;and i'll be like *(@$&amp;amp;@#&amp;amp;#)&amp;amp;#@(&amp;amp;#(&amp;amp;&lt;br /&gt;and she'll be like HAH, I BEAT YOU.&lt;br /&gt;and i'll be sulk in my corner... all alone, on teh swings and squeaky ones, with rain...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lol, i have 3 ands in a row :D yay.&lt;br /&gt;i lack vocab.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and as justin said, you shouldn't quote urself even though i am not hintign that i quote myself here is the quote of the day by &lt;em&gt;anon.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;NB: please note, that this is ANON, not hinting who. they should know though (:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;"You can call me feminine but i'm not &lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;Gay&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;quote anon&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;and most of all i love my dad, whos SO AWSHUM.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;steph.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1208346566704819796-1981017848727630646?l=runaway--train.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://runaway--train.blogspot.com/feeds/1981017848727630646/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1208346566704819796&amp;postID=1981017848727630646' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;" Don't worry, i like you dirty, because i hate clean&lt;br /&gt;things!"(:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                  &lt;em&gt;anon&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1208346566704819796-6291747444151168058?l=runaway--train.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://runaway--train.blogspot.com/feeds/6291747444151168058/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1208346566704819796&amp;postID=6291747444151168058' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1208346566704819796/posts/default/6291747444151168058'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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STUPID&lt;br /&gt;? ? ? ? ? ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I DONT GET IT.&lt;br /&gt;STUPID ENG COMP&lt;br /&gt;ZMFLKJ;EOIR NUU~&lt;br /&gt;I FAIL FAIL FAIL FAIL FAIL PHAAAAAAAIL.&lt;br /&gt;zomg =( i logged on and i realised i'm getting dumber every year.&lt;br /&gt;in year 7 i got a distinction. wiht 90% better than state&lt;br /&gt;and year 8 i got a &lt;u&gt;CREDIT&lt;/u&gt; and wiht only 88% better than state&lt;br /&gt;and YEAR 9 I GET A FREAKING &lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;CREDIT&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; with only _ _&lt;88% better than state&lt;br /&gt;i'm not to type it here, because it is shame ful TT______TT"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LIK ZOMFG, WHY AM I GETTING SOOOO DUMBBB.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i haet myself.&lt;br /&gt;ZMCKL;JAIEJREIRA;NADF HELP.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i swear, if i dont get better someone is gona die.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;namely me TT__TT&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;steph.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;KLXZC;AUER;AJDF;KLJ AT THOSE SMART PEOPLE GRR. rofl.&lt;div 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