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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1949274214527287798.post-3399524641002687321</id><published>2009-06-17T00:32:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2009-06-17T00:33:45.318+10:00</updated><title type='text'>i'm lazy</title><content type='html'>READ: (email to grandma)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Hello!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;i wonder if the weather in perth is still fantastic? last week it's been freeeeezing here in melbourne. although, this week has been sunnier, but still cold.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Centra sounds very interesting, reminds me of home schooling.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;  i am very proud of my grandma who teaches, travels and uses mobile phones and computers. but, maybe i should point out that 'online' is one word? ^___^ &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; today we had a senior school end of semester assembly. i never knew how good our school bands are. the senior groups are at the moment touring adelaide, last year they went to tasmania, so they played a powerpoint with the music playing and photos flashing. it made me regret not going to all the performances that i've missed this year as well as not joining the band early on. i used to play trumpet, i liked it, but i didn't see it as something i'd follow for a career and back then i thought high school was all about career stuff. i never thought of learning music as a hobby. i think it'd be cool to play the double bass. cos it's so big, yet so elegant at the same time, but mostly it's just the big-ness that catches my eye!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; anyway, i was thinking about the assembly because our school had some people volunteer to donate blood just recently and that was mentioned at assembly. did you know that i am very scared of sharp things. i think it started with bees/wasps. i have nightmares of wasps stinging me, lots and lots of them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;exams are over, they were all last week, but i didn't have any mid years anyway. it was the week before that was stressful as it was when alot of sacs where happening and i was quite sick at the same time, but i got through. i don't think i failed miserably in any of them but i didn't do as good as i could have. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; on the other hand i have been doing quite well with other previous sacs so i think it balances out!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;swine flu has become very real to everyone here at school. we have a few people quarantined but no confirmed cases. and everybody seems to be getting sick.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; i haven't been well lately. it started with the usual sinus problems and some coughs then the day of my japanese oral, i was standing on the side of a main road for 1/2 an hour in cold windy [almost raining] conditions and i think that triggered the big stuff. that week i got a the whole lot: fever, sinus stuff, coughs, hot cold, headaches and dizzyness. i didn't got to school that week, just dropped for the sacs, as it was the week before report writing day the sacs could not be delayed to later dates.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; during the next week, exam week, i got better and caught up with class work. the GAT was on thursday; we had to write essays on bees and our views on materialism. my writing got quite corny in the essay on materialism, it was the last hour of the three and i cringed as i wrote and reread the line about 'the champion in us all that pushes us to try again and again' ...or something like that &gt;&lt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; this week i've been well except for some dizzyness. i've been focusing on japanese and food technology. from monday night i haven't been able to sleep very well because i just can't stop thinking! at first i thought alot about how soon the japanese exams are [as the speaking exam starts a month before all other exams] and i couldn't stop thinking about how badly i'm going to do so i would sit up, turn on the light, take out my japanese work book and dictionary and sit there working through grammar points. then after a while i'd try and sleep again but then i'd start thinking about it again and i'd toss and turn and then end up sitting back up again with my japanese books. in the end i'd have to plug my ipod in and play this one song over and over again. it's a song from the movie version of the phantom of the opera only i can't remember what it's called. have you seen the phantom of the opera?  if you have, it's from the scene on the roof between christine and raoul. oh oh oh, i remember: 'all i ask of you'. this song always gets me to sleep.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; so since then i've been doing a little bit of grammar or vocab work in bed before i turn of the lights and i think it's helping.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;i'm planning on going to japan in february next year for about a month with a friend of mine. i'm not totally sure if it's going to happen, tomorrow i'm going to ask her. i must make sure that she has her parent's permission and enough $$$. i don't want to start planning if in the end we're not going; it will be dissappointing. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; since mum has gone to japan she's a bit more open to the idea but she wants to make sure that we're not totally alone throughout the whole thing. she wants us to go on tours and meet with people that we know and all that which i think is good, i couldn't go through a whole month without those, being the only one of the pair that knows SOME japanese and not having enough money to be ripped off. so mum just wants us to make our plans and to show them to her and if there is enough...tours and connections. then she's ok with it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; the only problem, that i can see now, is that we don't have any connections in japan. jonny has a pretty good friend who is from japan but i think he's here in australia now. i have asked jonny to ask around for information about where to go and where to stay and any possible help but he seems too busy and hasn't gotten any information.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; i have a friend who has japanese relations in japan, but we're not very close and i don't know what to ask her. i've got my japanese tutor too...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;anyway, tomorrow i'm meeting up with my friend to talk about the trip. hopefully things will be cleared up.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; ahh it's so hard to save money. i don't know if i told you, but i saw billy elliot the musical sometime in may. it was good, but because i love the movie so much, the expectations for the musical were quite unreal. i went with the family to see dralion [cirque du solei] a little after that and it was quite good, but i wasn't able to catch any story line so it was entertaining but a bit confusing when looking for a story. annnd i've got tickets to see wicked on the 27th of this month and chicago; end of august. really looking forward but...there goes all my money...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; money is also one of my many reasons for not going to this years formal. it's not just because it's expensive [$70 for ticket, $40 limo, and a dress and shoes] but it's because i don't really want to go and it's expensive. i went to last years, and it was boring. soooo boring.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; mum and dad have until august, i think, free with no weddings so they're organising plans on the new house everyday. usually very exciting, every now and then stressful: mum and dad gave the external plans of the house to the two neighbours on either side for approval [for the council] and the young couple on the left have been unfriendly and unhelpfull. they're haven't signed yet [it's been almost a week while the ladies of the left side house signed and returned the sheet by the next day] and are asking for sketches of how the house will affect how much sun will be blocked by our house. dad stresses out about it while mum tries to reassure him that they can't do anything that will make any major changes to our plans.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; it's almost the end of this first school semester and my first visual communication design folio has been completed and handed in. i designed a stationery brand identity [so a name and logo] and a promotional poster for that design. i would send pictures of the last few products but they're saved onto the school computers and not in jpeg format. in the second folio for the year i plan to design a logo for a bakery and a cake package design. should be fun.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; for the food technology folio my design brief is to create a lunch menu consisting of 5-8 dishes featuring avocados for a cafe. i had so many recipes to choose from it was too hard to cut it down to just 8!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;have you noticed how much i have written? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; it's because i'm a lazy person.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;i have realised that because of this i probably won't be able to write another email for a while. so i've tried to cram in as much as possible in.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;also because i'm not very comfortable with writing small notes. i start to obsess about every single word and the tone; this way there's just too much to obsess about!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; very sleepy now. i don't think i'll be able to do any japanese revision before i sleep. but who knows, i might start obsessing again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;oh and mum advises you not to come to melbourne now because of all the sickness going around. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; good night!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Jess.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;goodnight all.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1949274214527287798.post-3880704204309413359</id><published>2009-04-22T23:48:00.003+10:00</published><updated>2009-04-23T00:09:05.788+10:00</updated><title type='text'>I Knew That I Would</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aZI9fyiyrpM/Se8k6rVzXOI/AAAAAAAAAgQ/0t7f_6xi4Xk/s1600-h/sk5j4f02.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aZI9fyiyrpM/Se8k6rVzXOI/AAAAAAAAAgQ/0t7f_6xi4Xk/s320/sk5j4f02.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327517474687769826" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i feel good&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cos i'm bloody great&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm in a swearing mood...but only swearing in positive ways&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;last year, i was really confident about my studio art work&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but then at the end when i was actually making the final piece stuff kinda went out of hand...and the finaly product isn't quite perfect&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but still, i had confidence in my folio, and i entered top arts&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;obviously i didn't get in&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and it was just the dissappointment of the lack of perfection in my final piece and then the rejection from top arts that made me start to slowly just kinda block the whole studio art thing from memory and just pushed down&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i started to really think that it was all crap&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i even brought my arts/visual arts double degree down to my bottom choices&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but tonight, i was wondering about my vcd folio, i'm starting quite slow, and i didn't know if it was because i really was loosing interest and not progressing or if i did the same thing with my last year studio folio and started slow but eventually got going. so i pulled out my unit3 studio art folio, and started to look through.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok getting bored now, but basically i got really into it and all my ideas were renewed and my passion for all that creativity was just...i know, this is all getting a bit corny...but it was 'rekindled' sigh...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so we come to the conclusion that, my folio, is bloody awesome&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i was going to do some hw, but then all that happened....and then i just had to write about it...and now i just MUST do some research on universities....so i guess i'll be sleeping late tonight...which isn't good. i like sleeping at around 10:30-11pm nowadays. keeps me up the next day. and i like to read or play random games like ipod solitaire of ds sudoku in bed before i sleep, it's a habit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i feel good&lt;div 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something weird and random last night&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;so glad that  they're back, atleast for now&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;so when my mum woke me up this morning i hurredly wrote down the main points so i could remember it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;lately mum's been waking me up everymorning and disturbing my dreams, it's annoying, i haven't slept past 10 this holidays at all&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;which is kinda a good thing i suppose...woke up at 8:30ish today&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;anyway, dream!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;there were 5 parts, that are vaguely connected, although i can only vaguely remember lol&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;1. camp&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;2. work&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;3. party&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;4. mario&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;5. billy elliot&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;1. camp&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;we were at some kind of school camp&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;and i'm going with emma i think, walking through this playground on the way to the showers&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;so i've got this bag, ashamedly, it's the pink supre bag, and we're going up and down sliding climbing etc...it's a playground. and then we move on...walking walking...then i realise that i don't have my pink supre bag on my shoulder anymore. i look over and there it is on the playground. it's thrown down in the little cube that is usually built around the top of the slide. so i'm going over there and there's a whole group of ppl there. atleast 2 guys and jordan [girl from high school, she's annoying] so i go up to them...standing there...so they sitting up there, can only see my head. i ask for my bag and this guy [for some reason named Yano] grabs it and i see some stuff in there that's not mine so i tell him to take it out and i keep seeing other things that aren't mine so i'm pointing and he's taking out. then i say 'so can i have my bag back now?' and he's handing it over when jordan grabs his arm 'wait' 'why?' and i did remember exaclty wat she said but now i've forgotten. something about me having to go around spreading a rumour kind of thing about yano, about how great he is or something. and i say 'no way bleh bleh bleh' basically i'm not gonna do it and i don't need the stuff anyway. so i march away into the showers.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;and then...now emma's gone...i'm in a hall...where eeveryone's eating. and i sit down with my high school group and start retelling my story with a bit of exaggerating and no1s really listening. then the twins come and they kinda listen but i still don't get to finish my story anyway.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;then ms culling comes up to the front and starts talking introducing rabeya. who for some reasing is this big lusty woman...with rabeya's face&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway...i wrote that all on the morning after the dream&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but then i had to go to work&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and now i can't be bothered&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but...i'll just put some key words so that i can remember, wat i wrote down once woken:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'camp' - rabeya, yano-showers, sweets (linked to 'billy elliot')&lt;br /&gt;'work' - emma $5 (someone's borrowing/lending), brittany ('pimples?!'), fat guy push/tease about Thomas, stood tall in circle - linked to 'party'&lt;br /&gt;'party' - templeton house, charmed, couples, tomas, mum dad cleared out wardrobe, '25' hung window, 21 talk (prue cry)...i don't remember wat that meant...i remember a speech though...&lt;br /&gt;'mario' - underwater, solitaire, crosss between mario, contra and solitaire, real people on cards, bone monsters&lt;br /&gt;'billy elliot' - amy, running and jumping, down hill (templeton hill)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the interesting thing is that that night, some of that dream kinda came true&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;gotta go...crying babies and stressed out mums&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1949274214527287798-8612182010170422966?l=alien-rocker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1949274214527287798.post-9156814454922392451</id><published>2009-04-03T15:13:00.002+11:00</published><updated>2009-04-03T15:15:31.663+11:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i'm buggered&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;supposed to be end of term and all 'ahhhh relax'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but i'm not&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;because i have jap tuition in an hour&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and then i've got jap school tomorrow morning&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'really big sighhhhh'&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1949274214527287798-9156814454922392451?l=alien-rocker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alien-rocker.blogspot.com/feeds/9156814454922392451/comments/default' title='Post 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1949274214527287798.post-4817957127743773546</id><published>2009-03-23T19:49:00.002+11:00</published><updated>2009-03-23T19:54:01.266+11:00</updated><title type='text'>One Hit Wonders</title><content type='html'>i dwlded a 5disc set 'one hit wonders'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and it's got some good songs&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i originally got it just for dragostea din tei - ozone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but the others are both random and awesome!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but this one has a really catchy tune and the lyrics are interesting:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;In the year 2525&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt; If man is still alive&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt; If woman can survive&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt; They may find&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt; In the year 3535&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt; Ain't gonna need to tell the truth, tell no lies&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt; Everything you think, do, or say&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt; Is in the pill you took today&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt; In the year 4545&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt; Ain't gonna need your teeth, won't need your eyes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt; You won't find a thing to do&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt; Nobody's gonna look at you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt; In the year 5555&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt; Your arms are hanging limp at your sides&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt; Your legs not nothing to do&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt; Some machine is doing that for you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt; In the year 6565&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt; Ain't gonna need no husband, won't need no wife&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt; You'll pick your son, pick your daughter too&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt; From the bottom of a long black tube&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt; In the year 7510&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt; If God's a-comin' he ought to make it by then&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt; Maybe he'll look around himself and say&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt; Guess it's time for the Judgement day&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt; In the year 8510&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt; God's gonna shake his mighty head&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt; He'll either say I'm pleased where man has been&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt; Or tear it down and start again&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt; In the year 9595&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt; I'm kinda wondering if man's gonna be alive&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt; He's taken everything this old earth can give&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt; And he ain't put back nothing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt; Now it's been 10,000 years&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt; Man has cried a billion tears&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt; For what he never knew&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt; Now man's reign is through&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt; But through the eternal night&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt; The twinkling of starlight&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt; So very far away&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt; Maybe it's only yesterday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;That's Zager and Evans - In the Year 2525&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i need a japanese typing program thing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm supposed to send in my draft for the practice sac to my teacher before this saturday when we're doing the actual sac...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but i can't type it...and my scanner doesn't work either...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lol unless i take a photo of it?&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/1949274214527287798-4817957127743773546?l=alien-rocker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alien-rocker.blogspot.com/feeds/4817957127743773546/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1949274214527287798&amp;postID=4817957127743773546' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1949274214527287798/posts/default/4817957127743773546'/><link rel='self' 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locations and dates&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i don't know wat to do...how to print them&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;because i made them thinking it'd be on a card...like a postcard kind of thing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but i don't know where i could print it like that. esp with the double side thing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sighh...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1949274214527287798-840034249220578709?l=alien-rocker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alien-rocker.blogspot.com/feeds/840034249220578709/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1949274214527287798&amp;postID=840034249220578709' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1949274214527287798/posts/default/840034249220578709'/><link 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were little&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then we got busy and didn't&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my mum got me to set the table while they both sat there talking&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ah it's awkward seeing old family friends&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;they always comment on how you've turned out. generally the good stuff [prob keep that bad to themselves].&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but it's weirdd&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;standing there...and they look at you going 'she looks so much like her father's side. aw look at her nose, she's got your nose, such a cute nose'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-____-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i don't get exponential and logarithm graphs&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1949274214527287798-6414079749022199125?l=alien-rocker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1949274214527287798.post-1350499434635363396</id><published>2009-03-06T22:33:00.002+11:00</published><updated>2009-03-06T22:41:40.914+11:00</updated><title type='text'>delirious relief</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aZI9fyiyrpM/SbEL2Lqw1yI/AAAAAAAAAgI/JUbN4Ol37ug/s1600-h/culture.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 218px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aZI9fyiyrpM/SbEL2Lqw1yI/AAAAAAAAAgI/JUbN4Ol37ug/s320/culture.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310038461119518498" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so happy!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i was all panic-y&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cos i had planned to work on saturday and sunday this weekend since we have the long weekend&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i thought that the long weekend would include the friday as well&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but it doesn't&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i thought i'd have both my lit and food sacs on the thursday before so there wouldn't be any hw from those two subjects but then we didn't have our sac for food cos she was sick and then we cooked and we have to do the theory on that too&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and then because we missed the double methods and another double some other time because our teacher has to go do some golf thing he's stacking on the work now and i have to go through 5exercises before tuesday and also one excercise for tuition&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and also my brother came down from canberra for the motorshow but he's also spending time with us [monday = family day]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so then this brings me back to the start = i was all panic-y&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;also because i had to write this essay thing for tomorrow jap school which is a draft for our writing outcome and the teacher has to check it before we do it so we can improve and stuff&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i was delaying and then finally sat down to do it around 10pm and thenn i realised&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when looking at the weekly timetable of the lesson plans&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;no jap school on labour day weekend!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ahhh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;except now on tuesday i have a vcd sac and a food sac&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and on monday i have tuition&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i don't even have the whole of monday to do hw because we're spending time with my brother before he leaves that night&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but ok&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my thoughts are all rushed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;like i'm on a high&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i guess my fingers are&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a bit like jack from will and grace when he's dating that guy that works at the coffee shop&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;funny&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ahh do some hw.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh yeh i had a haircut!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1949274214527287798-1350499434635363396?l=alien-rocker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alien-rocker.blogspot.com/feeds/1350499434635363396/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1949274214527287798&amp;postID=1350499434635363396' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1949274214527287798/posts/default/1350499434635363396'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1949274214527287798/posts/default/1350499434635363396'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alien-rocker.blogspot.com/2009/03/delirious-relief.html' title='delirious relief'/><author><name>alien-rocker</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00826201892684548540</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aZI9fyiyrpM/SbEL2Lqw1yI/AAAAAAAAAgI/JUbN4Ol37ug/s72-c/culture.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1949274214527287798.post-5576088285175956058</id><published>2009-03-02T15:39:00.002+11:00</published><updated>2009-03-02T15:41:06.641+11:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>about the last post&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i didn't mean that i was really depressed or annoyed at our physical bodies&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but just wondering wat it would be like to be without them&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;really good movie:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=QVtJgU6WTj8&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hw...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1949274214527287798-5576088285175956058?l=alien-rocker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alien-rocker.blogspot.com/feeds/5576088285175956058/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1949274214527287798&amp;postID=5576088285175956058' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1949274214527287798/posts/default/5576088285175956058'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1949274214527287798/posts/default/5576088285175956058'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alien-rocker.blogspot.com/2009/03/about-last-post-i-didnt-mean-that-i-was.html' title=''/><author><name>alien-rocker</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00826201892684548540</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1949274214527287798.post-761124951583202840</id><published>2009-02-25T19:04:00.003+11:00</published><updated>2009-02-25T19:27:41.926+11:00</updated><title type='text'>Souls with Psychic Powers</title><content type='html'>'&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;This morning i was slowly waking up, opening my eyes, when i thought i saw a spider on my bedroom wall. But as i fully opened my eyes it dissappeared. Because i'm doing Minority Report in Literature i got to thinking about subjective reality. Now, not on purpose, it happened again. i was fighting to wake up and struggled to open my eyes again. i saw another spider, in a different position. This got me thinking, what if the world i knew is just what my senses feed and create around me? Is there another world out there, where my bedroom walls are covered with big black spiders? Does this world exist after i'm gone?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Or maybe i'm just crazy and there ARE spiders all over my wall that in my sleep-like-state, i tried to ignore?'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this is wat made me slightly late to school today. had to write it down. and my mum kept nagging me about how to use the computer. she's started lessons.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today i got my last tooth out. so that's four in total. one on each side up and down. i think it's the drugs. i always feel depressed after getting a tooth out. or maybe it's just because i actually start thinking about serious matters and it makes me worried and depressed. because i'm screwed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the receptionist said i was too young to have teeth pulled out. she doesn't know that this was my 4th extraction. she said i better think of transplants or something. and soon. because if i leave it too long, max 2years. my bones will die or something. it costs around $4000. but i won't be able to bite if i don't get it, she says. i said that i was hoping that the growth of my wisdom teeth will push the teeth and rearrange everything. she said that not everybody has wisdom teeth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;apart from that, there would still be hints of regret since i have an attachment to my teeth. who doesn't. i'm only 17. and i've already lost 4. imagine 60. forget 60, wat about 30?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;why are teeth so bothersome? and my skin? and my imune system? i'm not very healthy -___-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;imagine a world where we didn't need physical bodies. we were just...souls. with psychic powers!!! [is it psychic or kinetic i'm thinking? i don't know wat i'm talkin about. i mean that we can move stuff with our minds!] and where we don't need health insurance. maybe soul insurance. but i think it'd be easier taking care of just the soul instead of teeth and skin and hearts and arms. do souls get fevers?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm supposed to be writing a practice analysis for literature. it's too hard. too many ideas/concerns genres etc to talk about. it's mind numbing and i don't know where to start. plus. i'm confused. about subjective reality and existentialism. the part where Flemming tumbles out of nowhere in the space ship and stranggles Lisa...is that subjective reality or existentialism?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm rubbish with politics. i did well wen comparing Pride&amp;amp;Prejudice and Jane Eyre. because i understood it. but politics? how come so many of the texts are based on politics? 1984, Minority Report, Blade Runner and Passage to India. i don't get it. therefore i cannot discuss it as well as i should.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so i'm supposed to be working on this. but i'm distracted about being depressed about teeth.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1949274214527287798-761124951583202840?l=alien-rocker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alien-rocker.blogspot.com/feeds/761124951583202840/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1949274214527287798&amp;postID=761124951583202840' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1949274214527287798/posts/default/761124951583202840'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1949274214527287798/posts/default/761124951583202840'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alien-rocker.blogspot.com/2009/02/souls-with-psychic-powers.html' title='Souls with Psychic Powers'/><author><name>alien-rocker</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00826201892684548540</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1949274214527287798.post-5018073426665794122</id><published>2009-02-17T13:35:00.001+11:00</published><updated>2009-02-17T13:37:15.131+11:00</updated><title type='text'>Questionable Answers</title><content type='html'>i found it!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i listened to it carefully&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i had this feeling that it belonged in a movie or something&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and it reminded me of someone cold and hungry&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and then i remembered [after a while] VICTOR AND VICTORIA!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i found it i found it i found it!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ah..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now i have to go bak and do my hw -____-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1949274214527287798-5018073426665794122?l=alien-rocker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alien-rocker.blogspot.com/feeds/5018073426665794122/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1949274214527287798&amp;postID=5018073426665794122' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1949274214527287798/posts/default/5018073426665794122'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1949274214527287798/posts/default/5018073426665794122'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alien-rocker.blogspot.com/2009/02/i-found-it-i-listened-to-it-carefully.html' title='Questionable Answers'/><author><name>alien-rocker</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00826201892684548540</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1949274214527287798.post-8994693256281632380</id><published>2009-02-17T13:24:00.002+11:00</published><updated>2009-02-17T13:28:15.077+11:00</updated><title type='text'>mysterious track03</title><content type='html'>i was doing hw&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;with my ipod playing on the dock thing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and this song came on&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's a kind of haunting orchestral kinda of thing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;something you'd hear in a ballet&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and it really grew on me, and i wanted to know wat the song was&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but it's called track03 by unknown artist etc&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i can't even tell wat folder i've put it into cos it was on shuffle and it doesn't tell me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and now i've gone mad looking for it by searching for all the track03s on the computer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;where is it!?!?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1949274214527287798-8994693256281632380?l=alien-rocker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alien-rocker.blogspot.com/feeds/8994693256281632380/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1949274214527287798&amp;postID=8994693256281632380' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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that bad&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so i am putting some time into typing something not bad&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on friday i went to see Valkyrie with brian&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it was a last minute decision, we went to see the last session [9:10]. but wen we got there, the line was huge [ah i just woke up, my  brain isn't working right, i can't even think up the sentences in a way for them to make sense]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so in the cinemas we were in the second row in the middle&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we both agree that the first half of the movie was boring&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and that it was weird that all the characters had different accents. english and american, instead of german&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i thought it was funny that they got so many staring scenes in when the main stare-er only had one eye&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;was happy to find that the family lived&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and both of us couldn't catch wat tom cruise yelled out just as he was executed...really wanted to know wat he said cos after he said it the firing squad and everyone else had these shocked faces&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;for all i know he could have yelled 'GOODBYE MY LIEBLINGS!'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but yeh, it was sad at the end cos they weren't able to kill hitler&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but we had planned earlier to go to pancake parlour afterwards so even though it didn't real right anymore we went&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we sat at a huge booth, with just the two of us, quiet, because the movie was sad&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but then it lightened up once the pancakes came&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i don't want to be up&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;go back to sleep&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but i have to do lots of hw&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i had to bring home all the books in my locker for the weekend&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;which is not much&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;compared to the maths and science people&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but it's alot for me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i didn't do any of the work on friday&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;or saturday&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so it's all for today&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yesterday was the first day of jap&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so i woke up and my mum took me there&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i'm all sleepy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and it's hot&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but then wen i get there, along with all the class listings, i find these pieces of paper saying that students will not be permitted into classrooms until and completed and paid for enrollment form has been returned stuck up on the walls&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so i go to look at the class lists for japanese thinking 'oh please oh please oh pleassseee'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and my name wasn't there&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so i had to line up in the very long line in this corridor with a group of teeny boppers in front of me, having nothing to do but to listen to their conversation&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i waited for an hour&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to get a form, fill out the details, and given the paying bit&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so then i go outside, call mum to come pick me up, and waited another 10minutes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it was hot&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yesterday was the hottest day, 46degrees&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but it was very weird how there was a cool change at 6pm, then started raining.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and today is 25degrees&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;huge change&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;global warming&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;day after tomorrow&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we're all gonna DIE!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tomorrow is photos&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i hate photos&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i want to sleep&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i have hw to do&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i hate hw&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i want to sleep&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i need to call the uniform shop to order a jumper&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i can't be bothered&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but i need a jumper&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this week is cold&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but i prob won't be getting it till...halfway through the year&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i want to sleep&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i had a dream&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that i had a dream&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that came true&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i had a baby&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but i gave her to aunty ratna to take care of her for me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i came to meet her [when she was a toddler]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;she had green eyes and black hair&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;she didn't have an asian face&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;her name started with a c&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i regretted letting aunty ratna take care of her since she didn't know me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then i had another dream&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that i was going to have another baby&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i was freaking out cos i hadn't slept with anyone and i didn't know wat was happening&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yeh it was weird&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there were other bits&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there is this guy at work who is all quiet and moody&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and he was being quiet and moody in my dream&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i want to sleep&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1949274214527287798-9954846183150461?l=alien-rocker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alien-rocker.blogspot.com/feeds/9954846183150461/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1949274214527287798&amp;postID=9954846183150461' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1949274214527287798/posts/default/9954846183150461'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1949274214527287798/posts/default/9954846183150461'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alien-rocker.blogspot.com/2009/02/i-figured-that-i-had-too-many-bad.html' title=''/><author><name>alien-rocker</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00826201892684548540</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1949274214527287798.post-4503317799315995721</id><published>2009-02-05T15:57:00.002+11:00</published><updated>2009-02-05T16:02:18.065+11:00</updated><title type='text'>Sweaty Irritation</title><content type='html'>year12 sucks&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and it sucks even more in summer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and my dad is mean&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ah i don't want to talk about it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;just, ARGH!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1949274214527287798-4503317799315995721?l=alien-rocker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alien-rocker.blogspot.com/feeds/4503317799315995721/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1949274214527287798&amp;postID=4503317799315995721' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1949274214527287798/posts/default/4503317799315995721'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1949274214527287798/posts/default/4503317799315995721'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alien-rocker.blogspot.com/2009/02/sweaty-irritation.html' title='Sweaty Irritation'/><author><name>alien-rocker</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00826201892684548540</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1949274214527287798.post-6029556002571096338</id><published>2009-01-08T18:14:00.003+11:00</published><updated>2009-01-08T19:11:42.589+11:00</updated><title type='text'>i'm an asian</title><content type='html'>need to vent&lt;br /&gt;                    vent&lt;br /&gt;                           vent...&lt;br /&gt;bad pen to be venting with, it's too stiff (and just ran out), the words will not flow out in the right vent-y way&lt;br /&gt;hand writing sucks, the words can't come out right...or fast enough&lt;br /&gt;i'm wearing my dark sunnies and brim hat, indoors, beacuse i'm feeling gloomy&lt;br /&gt;i hate being an l plater&lt;br /&gt;i don't want to&lt;br /&gt;its a low status, the yellow-ness annoys me&lt;br /&gt;which is why i want to get my p plate asap&lt;br /&gt;well, partially why.&lt;br /&gt;also cos i think it's a waste of time. get through all the crappy restrictions quickly so that i will sooner be free and able to do watever i want&lt;br /&gt;so i got my l plate day after my birthday, easy since it was all up to me; read a book and take a test&lt;br /&gt;but nowwwww it's crap cos i have to rely on others to gain experience enough to go for my p plate&lt;br /&gt;my dad is selfish, everyone agrees, i only discovered it myself recently, so he wouldn't help me even if i was learning automatic (he knows manual anyway, he never mentions lessons, he acts as if it has nothing to do with him)&lt;br /&gt;my mum is alwayyysss busy. plus she only knows auto&lt;br /&gt;any older brother is a lying, unreliable twenty-something. i always thought him the reliable type, the way he gets so heated by the unreliability of others. lazy hypocrite.&lt;br /&gt;my first instructor was crap. asian of course.&lt;br /&gt;although i sat at the wheel it wasn't me driving. was a show made to look like i was progressing and giving well earned money as repayment&lt;br /&gt;so i stopped after a few lessons&lt;br /&gt;abt a year later, i started with the racv.&lt;br /&gt;he was good. western of course.&lt;br /&gt;it was purely me driving, the only time any peddles moved without my feet's consent were when the car wasn't moving.&lt;br /&gt;he constantly pointed things out, teaching the process and quizzing to make sure i listened. things is, he made me nervouse, he was so friendly and that confused me since i didn't have enough brain power left to focus on friendly-ness. but i stuck withhim cos he was good&lt;br /&gt;soon enough, i got to a decent level of driving&lt;br /&gt;he told me to get my brother to take me driving atleast once a week for a while then in two months time to call him back so he can check on how i was progressing and so on till i was ready for the test.&lt;br /&gt;sounded good since jonny had agreed confidently to do just that.&lt;br /&gt;so bye bye teacher-that-teaches, bye bye nice normal car.&lt;br /&gt;and hello brother-that-panics, hello stiff-uncomfortable sports car...for two weeks.&lt;br /&gt;we had two lessons. once in our back streets and once in the knox parking lot.&lt;br /&gt;then he left me. maybe there was that one month when he gave me an auto lesson...but otherwise there was nothing but a whole lot of 'yeah yeah i'll take you this wednesday, don't start your lessons again, you got me.'&lt;br /&gt;now, several months later, it is january and my p plate test is in 4 months.&lt;br /&gt;it has been almost two years&lt;br /&gt;i was ok when i stopped racv lessons, crapper with my brother, and in the last months i'm sure my skill has fallen back to the starting point.&lt;br /&gt;why won't anyone help me?&lt;br /&gt;everybody's all 'when jess can drive she'll be able to help us out with this and this and this...' but geez, they don't lift a finger to even help me get there!&lt;br /&gt;today jonny offered a lesson&lt;br /&gt;but wen we got home he says 'half hour break', it's been an hour and a half [well actually now it's after dinner but wen i was writing this it had been 1.5 hours]&lt;br /&gt;he's lying on his bed sending emails n talking on his mobile. when i came in to remind him he got all irritated and shouted&lt;br /&gt;i'm an asian&lt;br /&gt;i hate wasting money&lt;br /&gt;i don't believe that this money needs to be spent&lt;br /&gt;but i guess i'll have to start racv lessons again&lt;br /&gt;luckily, i don't need 120hrs&lt;br /&gt;so mad mad mad&lt;br /&gt;so sad sad sad&lt;br /&gt;so stresssssed!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1949274214527287798-6029556002571096338?l=alien-rocker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1949274214527287798.post-2635338684818480010</id><published>2009-01-06T21:35:00.001+11:00</published><updated>2009-01-06T21:37:54.752+11:00</updated><title type='text'>Jade's Masquerade Party</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aZI9fyiyrpM/SWM0SYrbBlI/AAAAAAAAAfE/IXoKnhqFySE/s1600-h/n504791502_1666685_6782.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aZI9fyiyrpM/SWM0SYrbBlI/AAAAAAAAAfE/IXoKnhqFySE/s320/n504791502_1666685_6782.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288127877929961042" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;look&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's me being lazy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in a dress&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;attractively lazy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;not&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1949274214527287798-2635338684818480010?l=alien-rocker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alien-rocker.blogspot.com/feeds/2635338684818480010/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1949274214527287798&amp;postID=2635338684818480010' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1949274214527287798/posts/default/2635338684818480010'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1949274214527287798/posts/default/2635338684818480010'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' 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/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so i can't&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;luckily, i copied it before it dissappeared&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;will keep it here for safety&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;LOL this is funny&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lots of the time it doesn't make sense, but then lots of the time it does!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;like: How will you die? - kissing the lipless&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;^________^&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i had another dream&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;weird as well&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;something about showers&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[i just saw the link between my dreams...showers...]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and harry potter uniforms&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and evil janitors&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i actually remember it quite well cos once i'd woken up i took the time to lie there thinking the details over&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i don't really like this dream, it didn't feel nice, and it's kinda boring&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i didn't like 101 dalmations, cos it was too sad&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;seeing all the little puppies struggling to walk in the cold snow and the fat one being hungry...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1949274214527287798-2346663203790197120?l=alien-rocker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alien-rocker.blogspot.com/feeds/2346663203790197120/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1949274214527287798&amp;postID=2346663203790197120' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1949274214527287798/posts/default/2346663203790197120'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1949274214527287798/posts/default/2346663203790197120'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alien-rocker.blogspot.com/2009/01/orange-letters.html' title='Orange Letters'/><author><name>alien-rocker</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00826201892684548540</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1949274214527287798.post-1545880886097098678</id><published>2009-01-04T13:17:00.002+11:00</published><updated>2009-01-04T13:40:53.479+11:00</updated><title type='text'>Dark Shopping &amp; Dumplings</title><content type='html'>had a dream&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;monica was in it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i was mad at my brothers for calling her to come over just to make dumplings&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and we had lots of food in the fridge, like lots of yummy foods to be eaten&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so i'd just come out of the shower and was moisturising my face [which was in very bad condition]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i started talking to myself, something about pimples&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and then i hear a voice behind me replying 'that's because....' something&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i jumped, grabbed a towel and all that&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'who are you?'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;which was stupid cos i knew who it was&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i knew that it was a friend&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but i just couldn't remember the name&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'monica'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'monica?' and i was straining cos, the face didn't seem to match the name&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but then i finally realised that it WAS monica&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and then that's wen we talked about why she was there and i got mad and stuff&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then we went out and found lots of food in the fridge&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, another section...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i was travelling with my parents&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and we had like a meeting place on a boat&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it was asian, like that bright red with gold and green bits&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and the only part that i would experience was the end of the day wen i would go to a certain part of the boat to meet my parents&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it was the same everyday&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;until the last day wen the boat seemed backwards&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i went to the end and i thought 'this is the wrong end'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so i started walking back to the other end but then i noticed my mum sitting there&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;she hadn't noticed me although she had been calling me worrying about where i was&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then i sat down with her and stuff happened...but i can't remember&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;all i remmeber is that dad gave me a card&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and it had lots of writing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but i couldn't read it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;apparently it was very heartfelt and full of love and stuff&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but i couldn't read it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;another section...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this was once my brother had woken me up to talk to my aunty who was just telling me that she was coming over and to make sure that i didn't have any plans so that i'd be there wen she comes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so i dreamt, with the basic knowledge that my aunty was waiting for me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i went shopping&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;even tho she was waiting for me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;with brittany, julz, emily, monica [brittany and julz were just presences that i could feel, though i don't actually remember seeing them]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we were going through something like myer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and then we stopped at one section which was like a whole seperate room&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;about the size of my bedroom&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and it was dark&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;with a dodgy table with shirts layed out on top of it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and another smaller table with sheets of paper on it and a room next to it for changing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;apparently we had to fill out a form before even looking through the clothes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but there was no1 there so me and emily were just looking through the clothes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;found a whole stack of stuff that i wanted to try on&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;somebody, possibly brittany or monica, was worried and kept telling us to fill out the form&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so i sat down to fill it out before i went into the room to try the stuff on&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then this asian family came in and went into the changing room&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i told them that i was first but that they could stay in there until i'd filled out the form&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but the form seemed blurry and i couldn't think of the answers to the questions&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the one that really bummed me was wat my mobile number was&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;monica was trying to help me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but i was too stupid&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i couldn't find it in my phone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so i tried looking it up on monica's phone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but it was too weird and complex&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;like it was in alphabetic order, but it had many alphabets&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and there was a weird voice, like a gameshow, saying that the challenge set was to find 'jessica'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and the names were rolling by like the pictures in the slot machines&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, i don't know wat happened in the end, but it was all figured out&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then i went into the changing room&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and the asian family were all settled in beds and stuff, like living there&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i started yelling at them cos i was very frustrated from filling out the form&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and then my aunty called to ask me where i was&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i was trying to juggle talkin to my aunty and telling the asian family off&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and then the supervisor of the place comes and i'm trying to tell her wat happened and it's all hectic&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thats all&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now i feel all dizzy stressed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i want to sleep more&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my aunty is here.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1949274214527287798-1545880886097098678?l=alien-rocker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alien-rocker.blogspot.com/feeds/1545880886097098678/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1949274214527287798&amp;postID=1545880886097098678' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' 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real lyrics in a certain part of Revolution by the beatles&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i always thought it was kinda weird, but, it was the beatles and alot of their stuff is beautifully random&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i thought it went&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'...but if you go on carrying pictures of cham-o-mile...'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but while watching Across the Universe i have realised exactly how stupid that is&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's chairman mao&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;not chamomile tea!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-___________-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1949274214527287798-4061812236653919169?l=alien-rocker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alien-rocker.blogspot.com/feeds/4061812236653919169/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1949274214527287798.post-8055513026985979423</id><published>2009-01-03T00:02:00.002+11:00</published><updated>2009-01-03T00:08:27.383+11:00</updated><title type='text'>Catalogues</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aZI9fyiyrpM/SV4Rc40ZQiI/AAAAAAAAAe8/s2QRZZaL3Qk/s1600-h/2007_across_the_universe_007.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aZI9fyiyrpM/SV4Rc40ZQiI/AAAAAAAAAe8/s2QRZZaL3Qk/s320/2007_across_the_universe_007.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286682200565695010" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;looked through the target epic dvd sale catalogue&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;circled a few&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and added up the cost&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if i were to buy only the dvds i liked enough to circle&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'd have to spend&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;$203.89&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i wish i had enough money so that this would seem like small change&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;by the way, jim sturgess from across the universe has the same birthday as me [although obviously not the same year]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1949274214527287798-8055513026985979423?l=alien-rocker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alien-rocker.blogspot.com/feeds/8055513026985979423/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1949274214527287798&amp;postID=8055513026985979423' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1949274214527287798.post-2602525615187288024</id><published>2008-12-28T10:25:00.003+11:00</published><updated>2008-12-28T11:02:08.595+11:00</updated><title type='text'>Title</title><content type='html'>some idiot threw the wedding cake last night&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;for most of the others it was a very good night&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we were finishing early, surely going to be done by midnight&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but then a stupid drunk decides to pick up the very expensive wedding cake and throw it around&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then of course some other drunks thought it funny and everyone's having a cake fight&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then the party was over&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my mum, the sympathetic person that she is, actually gave the bride and groom a discount and made them quickly leave before the manager of the reception found out [and let them go through the discussions the next day instead of ruining their wedding day]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then got us to clean up the mess&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;scrap off the cake on the dance floor, then mop it off&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and the rest of us with ice buckets of hot water, on our knees rubbing the carpet with napkins&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then the manager comes out in the middle 'WHAT IS THIS?!'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it was quite scary&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we had to stay back an extra hour because of that&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;half of the waiters were attending a wedding the next day, and i'm working again at that wedding&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i didn't know i would tire so much, if i did, i would have put myself at a closer table.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my tables sucked&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i had one table, which were a bunch of young people [tho older than me] that drank constantly and there was a particular girl who kept yelling at me for more beer and eating everyone's food&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so, i was carrying a six pack of beer over from the par to the opposite side of the room between every course&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the other table was bigger, the actual table was unnaturally bigger&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;which is good&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and the people were older&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;which is good cos they don't drink alot and they are calmer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but they kept asking for stuff&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;like a lady came and changed to that table and i had to get a chair and setting and everything for her&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i took a while since i had to clear some plates and stuff&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but then after i went through the trouble of grabbing a chair and finding a cover and everything i find that she's already grabbed a chair from another table&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and they ate bloody slow&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;people would wander off and the people remaining wouldn't let me take away their food or the others would just sit there with the food half eaten saying they're not finished&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;how do they expect me to keep up if they won't finish eating so i can pack it up and bring out the next course while having to grab tonnes of beer and collecting empty bottles AND being on the other side of the room from both the kitchen and bar?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hoping today will be brilliant&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and we've got lots of waiters attending so that will be interesting&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's my old neighbour's wedding, will also be able to see the girl who used to cut our hair!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on friday [boxing day] me and my brother planned to wake up at 6 and leave the house at 6:30 to be at chadstone by 7am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we slept in till 6:30, left at 7 and got there at 7:30&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;which was still decently early&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;first shop i went into was jigsaw&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i love their stuff&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and it was 50% off everything!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i got a belt for my mum, which i quite like, if she doesn't want it i want it, and i purple shirt for myself&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;was tempted to get a blue dresss with gold patterns, and lots of the coats were beautiful...ahh but i thought 'this is only the first shop! better save the spending for other potentially better sales'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;didn't go to many shops&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after jigsaw i had a look in kookai, tried some dresses on, moved on to myer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the dress i had been wanting to get since last month wasn't there anymore, but it's ok, it wasn't that great&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i found another dress for $60 [previously $200], a review cardigan, some shorts, a few tshirts&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thats from myer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the lines pissed me off&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;had to line up to try stuff on and to pay&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lined up once to pay, finally got there and the lady says i have to go to another counter cos they couldn't take off the little thingy on the review cardigan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so i had to line up at another counter with an even longer line&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and it was stupid&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then had to line up again wen i went downstairs to try on stuff and to pay&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;finally got some bathers&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;got it from jetty surf&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i hate surf shops&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the people there are annoying&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;with their ruffled hair, flip flops and surfy attitude&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;while lining up&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a whole group of people cut in by making a new branch in the line&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pissed me off&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;left my brother to pay for it while i went to look at a shoe shop&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;found some shoes that i liked&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tony bianco, $80&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but decided to stick to my previously chosen pair in knox&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;also got something from dangerfield for $40&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's a playsuit&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thoe i didn't know it at the time, i thought it was a shirt or a short dress&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;took me a while to figureout why i couldn't fit through the opening&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bought some creams and stuff from l'occitane for my aunty&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;had lunch and went home&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;slept&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it was only around 11 by that time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;woke up and pushed my older brother to take me to knox&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there i bought some sandals from betts&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then went to myer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;where my brother bought some belts while i looked through the suspenders&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i have decided&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i want white 25mm y-shaped suspenders&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then did a quick scan of the big leather bags&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tried on all the hats and bought one&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bought a country road bag for brian [side bag, don't even THINK of those big sausage ones]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and then we went home&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tired&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;julz's birthday party tomorrow&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;jade's masquerade party on saturday&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1949274214527287798-2602525615187288024?l=alien-rocker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alien-rocker.blogspot.com/feeds/2602525615187288024/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1949274214527287798&amp;postID=2602525615187288024' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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thought a little more on the subject of our business. i think what i'm uncomfortable with is that if we sell it, there will be someone else working under our family name. i'd prefer if we just shut it down leaving it a memory that we can reminisce back on.&lt;br /&gt;don't worry about the knitting lessons, there probably won't be any time!&lt;br /&gt;there's a dance called Ska? i know of ska music but i really can't imagine the dance that would go with that!&lt;br /&gt;i haven't really gotten to the stage of going to art exhibitions, being able to look at a piece and making any comments past 'nice' or 'interesting'. i went to the art deco exhibition with the school this year, i liked that, i think it's knowing the reasoning and constraints behind the art that interests me. i haven't really picked a category of art that i like, but i guess i have a bit of a tendency to lean in the direction of prints.&lt;br /&gt;i saw the mamma mia movie and i loved it! i plan to buy it sometime when the dvd gets cheaper. yesterday i finally bought the La Vie En Rose dvd! i haven't watched it yet but i'm in the middle of Pan's Labryrinth, mum got hooked and is making me wait to watch it with her!&lt;br /&gt;about our canberra trip&lt;br /&gt;could you help me out by giving a few pointers on what to pack?&lt;br /&gt;mum says that there probably won't be anyone able to pick us up from the airport, so i'll be looking for a way to get to the glen waverley train line. feels much more exciting than just being picked up by mum! so once we get to melbourne, will you be coming over to our place or going to settle down...where will you be staying in melbourne?&lt;br /&gt;i see you as the writing kind of person, do you keep a journal? there's something about hardcovers that i just cannot resist!&lt;br /&gt;yesterday i went to see an asian doctor with mum and dad in the morning, met up with some friends to go shopping in the afternoon and had dinner and coffee [hot chocolate in my case] with jonny, jo and aunty ratna. by the end of the day i was stuffed on pasta and chocolate! it was raining a little and a bit chilly since jonny had forgotten the coat i had asked to bring for me, but it's easy to forget when huddling up with aunty ratna under an umbrella!&lt;br /&gt;i hope the weather will be good next week!&lt;br /&gt;if it's inconvenient to pick me up and drop me off at the airport i'm alright to take public transport and do a little walking if you'd just tell me the way. there's something exciting about the thought of being in a new place and getting lost [if you ignore the whole dark alleyway, drugs and rape side of it!]&lt;br /&gt;seeing you even sooner&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(136, 136, 136);"&gt;jess.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aZI9fyiyrpM/ST-Kto8DmcI/AAAAAAAAAe0/N01zU0dpWbU/s1600-h/168553%7EBette-Davis-Posters.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 258px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aZI9fyiyrpM/ST-Kto8DmcI/AAAAAAAAAe0/N01zU0dpWbU/s320/168553%7EBette-Davis-Posters.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278089804989569474" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;i'm a bette davis fan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(136, 136, 136);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and now, some points i left out of my email to my grandma!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the dvds i bought yesterday:&lt;br /&gt;la vie en rose&lt;br /&gt;the little mermaid trilogy&lt;br /&gt;singing in the rain&lt;br /&gt;greys anatomy [first season]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it was a bit of a quest looking for la vie en rose! the first jb i went to was out of stock [as well as black books] and then brittany and julia left me with another 2hrs to wander around till jonny would get to the city&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so i decided to just go a-walking and try and stumble apon the dvd jb shop...in the rain&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then i needed to pee&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so i went into myer...and walked and walked without finding the toilets&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;asked a lady with a european accent in the beauty section for the general direction of the toilets&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it was upstairs&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;of course&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and for some reason, everytime i passed the entry alarms for any department and shop, in AND out, the alarm would go off&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;which delayed me even longer since i was too scared to pass a particular alarm&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then once i got sick of wander around for the long-awaited stumble&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i went into melbourne central looking for someone with a friendly face to ask directions&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...took me a while&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i went into quite a few shops suspiciously looking at the stock while trying to get the courage to ask, then walking out with my alarm-setting-off-bag of goodies&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then i finally decided to ask a random indian guy in one of those booths in the middle of the...walky-area&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ends up, i just had to go up the stairs [which lead to the exit] turn right, and walk up past the traffic lights&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ahh i was so close&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;found la vie en rose&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and the little mermaid trilogy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but damnit black books was also out of stock&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this means i'll have to pay a visit to knox every week until i find that box set!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;got sunnies today&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oroton too&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;free too&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lol it was 'free' cos my parents had built up points or something...medicare...i don't know&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but i got an eye chek, and my eyes are perfectly healthy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but not brian's! his show signs of possible future deteriation&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hahahahahahahahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sigh....there's something about glasses that attract me too....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1949274214527287798-4468510780117702717?l=alien-rocker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alien-rocker.blogspot.com/feeds/4468510780117702717/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1949274214527287798&amp;postID=4468510780117702717' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1949274214527287798/posts/default/4468510780117702717'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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love working at the weddings&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and although today we had 3 weddings and mum had long in advance booked all the waiters [which included me] to work 0n this particular day&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and although my mum was very stressed about today, and allocated me the job of paying the waiters at the end of the night&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i had to pull out at the last minute&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;because i look like a burn victim&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and although i can take the shame of the staring eyes while buying groceries and going to the library&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i cannot go to a formal event&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and serve food&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i feel very bad for wat i've done&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so i will spend my day at home cleaning up the house&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and dabbing my face with a cool wet towel&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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vanity'/><author><name>alien-rocker</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00826201892684548540</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1949274214527287798.post-4909053773129564340</id><published>2008-12-05T13:56:00.002+11:00</published><updated>2008-12-05T14:06:20.736+11:00</updated><title type='text'>Blistering Blisters</title><content type='html'>my first blisters since i can remember!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;got two&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on both my pinky toes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's painful&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i wore heels two days in a row&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;not even full days&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wore it yesterday 6hrs&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and it was painful after a while, rest of day it hurt&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but then the next morning it was ok&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then i put them heels on again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;silly me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hurt straight away, but no time to change outfit, would miss bus&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so wore that for like 2-3hrs&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and now i have blisters&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that hurt wen anything touches/brushes against it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i don't know how to treat blisters&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;maybe i'll look it up&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;got work tomorrow&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;walking...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;feet...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;stopped drinking the asian herbal medicine for around a month&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and my skins gone bleh again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it feels terrible&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;atleast, while i had brilliant skin i cherished it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it felt good to wake up every morning and see some nice un-lumpy and un-red skin that felt HEALTHY&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sometimes i think that once i find a new treatment for my skin my body slowly gets accustomed to it and then grows resistant to it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so while it mite work at the start it gradually becomes useless&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lets hope thats not wat has happened to the latest treatment&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cos i really believed this one to be a winner&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hope it's all just because i was slack&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;although that would mean that i would have to buy this $80 of grain for the rest of my life&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;which i wouldn't mind, if i don't turn out to be a pov artist&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and then i'd have to hope that the doctor stays in practice [since they make the medicine there on the spot] for ever&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sleepy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;gotten into the habit of staying up late, waking up early and sleeping during the day [nap]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so i will refrain from saying anything interesting and just...sleep&lt;div 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Blisters'/><author><name>alien-rocker</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00826201892684548540</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1949274214527287798.post-802070510450583948</id><published>2008-12-01T16:51:00.003+11:00</published><updated>2008-12-01T17:15:34.919+11:00</updated><title type='text'>Through The Grapevine</title><content type='html'>sunday morning&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me and brian were sleeping&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and a fat fly flew into our room&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;buzzing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;woke us both up&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then we went back to sleep&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i had a strange dream&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it was like a movie&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a bit like day after tomorrow&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the earliest thing i can remember is my standing on a pier kind of thing, looking out at another island kind of place, like another city basically, and there were these dark clouds, lightning, thunder and torrents of rain coming down onto it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and it was strange cos the clouds were directly above it and very distinctly contrasting to the weather around it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;where i was it was all sunny and there were seagulls and everything&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i got really scared&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i had this feeling, i knew, that i'd survived one of those before and i knew, like a fact known by everybody, that it was coming to us next&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and there was a moment where i was frozen and there was that whole slow motion-mode going on&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;with all the voices around me echoing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cos no1 else had noticed it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and then suddenly everyone was aware of it, and running&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;someone pulled me into a kind of shack by the pier&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a little room with two beds in it and these two strange looking girls&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and then there were these people walking past, like a kind of special organisation that were discussing, right outside the shak, how to best act in the face of the storm&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;they had stupid ideas like leaning a piece of wood across our door, it didn't even cover it fully&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we came up with a better idea, i think it was something about sealing everyone in completely like silicon in the gaps and stuff&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so we sneaked out past the people outside&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and then i suddenly broke down&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i was thinking that i'd already been  brave once, survived it once before, why should i have to go through it again?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i ran, hysterically, to some kind of really posh hotel&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;snuck into the one of the pent houses or something&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now the rest i can't really remember&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but my plan was to hide out there&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;don't think it went well&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;didn't remember the dream until a light-bulb moment in the car&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmm&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bought jasmine some perfume from body shop once for her b'day&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;she's never used it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but the other day i used it to the formal&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i like it, cinnamon spice&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wonder if she'll give it to me ^____^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wanna do some prining this holidays&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tho only if i get screen printing equipment, will never got back to the sponge!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;theres a shop in box hill north where the school gets their stuff from, had a look at the catalogue&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pretty expensive!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thinking of going to bridge road to get a whole bunch of the cheap singlets we found before and printing a whole lot of my old designs and giving them to my aunty to give to my cousin in vietnam&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;while doing my folio i got so sick of screen printing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;never wanted to see a screen and squeegee again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but now i crave it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i need it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;how i wish i didn't have to do graphics [vcd] next year, and that instead i was doing art&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then i could explore etching, lithography and wood cuts&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;not gonna give up on vcd!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1949274214527287798-802070510450583948?l=alien-rocker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alien-rocker.blogspot.com/feeds/802070510450583948/comments/default' title='Post 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[and it's jen at the beach!]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1949274214527287798-1406042501427143352?l=alien-rocker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alien-rocker.blogspot.com/feeds/1406042501427143352/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1949274214527287798&amp;postID=1406042501427143352' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1949274214527287798/posts/default/1406042501427143352'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1949274214527287798/posts/default/1406042501427143352'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alien-rocker.blogspot.com/2008/11/i-got-vg-for-my-lit.html' title=''/><author><name>alien-rocker</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00826201892684548540</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aZI9fyiyrpM/SSzajJTAtKI/AAAAAAAAAes/a0_Uw3yjIYA/s72-c/n579117354_1091062_4329.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1949274214527287798.post-1041131633801431699</id><published>2008-11-25T17:08:00.003+11:00</published><updated>2008-11-25T17:22:55.400+11:00</updated><title type='text'>Step on a Crack &amp; Break your Back</title><content type='html'>orientation day was today&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the food tech 20 minutes was really motivating&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well the teacher didn't do anything to make it motivating, but just thinking about all the things i could do got me all excited&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm thinking of doing an english tea theme&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i've already got this little book for my folio&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and then there was....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20 minutes for vcd&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sounds annoying already&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i had a gap for 3 sessions&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but followed julia into her further maths session&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;was really just three men boasting about their accomplishments and trying to make their view points and teaching techniques known&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so glad i'm not doing further next year&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;found Ms Price and got my comparative sac and exam back&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;got a VG for my exam, which means the two highest marks i've gotten this whole year are the marks i got for my mid year and end of year exams&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i must do well in exam conditions&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i also collected jinali's comparative&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;jinali always gets better then me, which i usually understand cos she lets me skim over hers and she makes good points&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i read her comparative and i re-read mine and i reckon i did pretty well, i'm really proud of the last two analysis' i've done&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after that i had the last session of the day, literature&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sounds good&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the creative sac in unit4 sounds like it's gonna be difficult and stressful&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;looking forward to reading some D.H Lawrence&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;got home&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went out again to the grocery to buy some meat for dinner and shouted mum and brian to happy cup&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then had a nap&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;woke up, felt rushed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so hurredly ironed some of mum's pants and waiter-uniforms&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then got ready for the formal&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;finally finished and realised it was barely even 5:00&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;....meeting at melody's house at 6:30 -________-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so now i'm sitting her all pretty and made up...hoping my dress isn't wrinkling on the computer chair&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wats great about this dress is that if it's wrinkled, you just hang it, and they all slowly dissappear&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;amazingly convenient&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think my shoes have stretched&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;their kinda big and slip off wen i walk&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;practiced walking around the house...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;forshadowing embarrassment&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;definintely there&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my older brother got this job he's been going for a while!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's a government job in canberra, so he'll be going there for orientation in two weeks&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;which is around the time i'm going, so hoping for a kind of clash there&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and then he'll be moving to canberra in february&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;very happy for him&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;damn, still not even 5:30....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1949274214527287798-1041131633801431699?l=alien-rocker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alien-rocker.blogspot.com/feeds/1041131633801431699/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1949274214527287798&amp;postID=1041131633801431699' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1949274214527287798/posts/default/1041131633801431699'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1949274214527287798/posts/default/1041131633801431699'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alien-rocker.blogspot.com/2008/11/step-on-crack-break-your-back.html' title='Step on a Crack &amp; Break your Back'/><author><name>alien-rocker</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00826201892684548540</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1949274214527287798.post-6432340138622347823</id><published>2008-11-18T20:34:00.001+11:00</published><updated>2008-11-18T20:36:33.468+11:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i was going to write a blog entry&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but then jinali started talking to me on msn&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so now i'm all type-rambled out&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh well...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;maybe tomorrow, if i haven't done anything new i can write about wats been happening the last week&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1949274214527287798-6432340138622347823?l=alien-rocker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alien-rocker.blogspot.com/feeds/6432340138622347823/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1949274214527287798&amp;postID=6432340138622347823' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1949274214527287798/posts/default/6432340138622347823'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1949274214527287798/posts/default/6432340138622347823'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alien-rocker.blogspot.com/2008/11/i-was-going-to-write-blog-entry-but.html' title=''/><author><name>alien-rocker</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00826201892684548540</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1949274214527287798.post-4583028402263026488</id><published>2008-11-18T13:06:00.002+11:00</published><updated>2008-11-18T13:08:45.403+11:00</updated><title type='text'>Bookmarking</title><content type='html'>http://www.nikkifarquharson.com/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i would just bookmark this page but brian has this thing for repeatedly resetting the computer and all it's settings&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so i will leave it here&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it will be very safe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;unlike the blogs/deviant arts&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;stencil pages&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and download pages&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that i have previously bookmarked&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1949274214527287798-4583028402263026488?l=alien-rocker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alien-rocker.blogspot.com/feeds/4583028402263026488/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1949274214527287798&amp;postID=4583028402263026488' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1949274214527287798/posts/default/4583028402263026488'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1949274214527287798/posts/default/4583028402263026488'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alien-rocker.blogspot.com/2008/11/bookmarking.html' title='Bookmarking'/><author><name>alien-rocker</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00826201892684548540</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1949274214527287798.post-7284938773147154979</id><published>2008-11-12T00:14:00.003+11:00</published><updated>2008-11-12T00:21:52.380+11:00</updated><title type='text'>Poppy Pop Art</title><content type='html'>yes it is funny how as monica put it; my blog has become a gathering place for those who should be studying&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i am majorly screwed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so badly, that there is not enough time to ramble about all the reasons why&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;just wanted to show something i found interesting:&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aZI9fyiyrpM/SRmFu4IiCQI/AAAAAAAAAek/Vc6c2mVqmHc/s1600-h/andy-warhol-last-supper1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 141px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aZI9fyiyrpM/SRmFu4IiCQI/AAAAAAAAAek/Vc6c2mVqmHc/s320/andy-warhol-last-supper1.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5267388279575152898" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;part of Andy Warhol's last cycle, 'The Last Supper (Dove)'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;fact: andy warhol was an open gay, and a closet catholic&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;funny&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;quote!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'What's great about this country is that America started this tradition where the richest consumers buy essentially the same things as the poorest. You can be watching TV and see Coca Cola, and you know that the President drinks Coca Cola, Liz Taylor drinks Coca Cola, and just think, you can drink Coca Cola, too. A coke is a coke and no amount of money can get you a better coke than the one the bum on the corner is drinking, All the cokes are the same and all the cokes are good. Liz Taylore knows it, the President knows it, the bum knows it, and you know it. - Andy Warhol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;btw, finally bought a dress for the formal today&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;which is part of why i'm screwed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;had ONE day to study for my yr12 studio exam and for methods exam&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and spent more than half of it out shopping and eating yum cha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the stupidity of me&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1949274214527287798-7284938773147154979?l=alien-rocker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alien-rocker.blogspot.com/feeds/7284938773147154979/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1949274214527287798&amp;postID=7284938773147154979' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1949274214527287798/posts/default/7284938773147154979'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1949274214527287798/posts/default/7284938773147154979'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alien-rocker.blogspot.com/2008/11/poppy-pop-art.html' title='Poppy Pop Art'/><author><name>alien-rocker</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00826201892684548540</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aZI9fyiyrpM/SRmFu4IiCQI/AAAAAAAAAek/Vc6c2mVqmHc/s72-c/andy-warhol-last-supper1.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1949274214527287798.post-8801467221020435068</id><published>2008-11-10T00:13:00.003+11:00</published><updated>2008-11-10T00:30:13.419+11:00</updated><title type='text'>'Like most intellectuals, he's intensely stupid'</title><content type='html'>i only wrote that last entry this morning&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and already, comments!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;must be exams&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;they push students to read random blogs&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;was supposed to study for exams today&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;spent like 2.5hrs studying at the library&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;methods&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[although methods exam isn't till wednesday]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and left literature [tomorrow] and studio art [yr12 subject] till last&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we will never learn&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then spent the rest of the day watching movies ['chicago' and 'dangerous liaisons'], eating, getting stressed over stupid pimples and of course thinking of how i should be studying&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but the movies just went for longer than expected...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;got on to do that last minute studying for literature&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we've gotta do two analytical pieces&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;one on three unknown passages from 1984&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and one on a chosen passage from our chosen book [that we used in a previous comparative piece] which will be worth less marks&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i am stressed because we only have 1.5hours for this&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wen usually, for one piece we have from 2 to 4 periods [100min - 200min]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and now we have TWO pieces with even less time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and the stupid yr10s [my class] have an extra week to prepare&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and since the majority of my class is yr10s, our teacher didn't start prepping us for the exam until the last day for yr11s&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's alright for jinali [my fellow yr11] since she doesn't really care and is focusing all her energy on studio art&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but i'd LIKE to do well in all&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tho i probably won't&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;since i'm only up to chapter 5 in methods&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and haven't even looked at general standard&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;or vcd&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and just skimmed through one booklet for studio today&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think it'd be better if we could type up our literature exam&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;or maybe not&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and the other thing about the yr10s,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;noeing them&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;they'll probably have the smaller part of the exam [the one with the known passage] all written up and memorised so that the only thing they'd have to worry about is the one on 1984&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bugger their nerdy-ness&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;andd&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i still don't know exactly which part of my book is my passage&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;since jinali hasn't replied&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so i'm just going to assume&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and get some notes done&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;even tho we're not allowed to bring any notes in&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then i will read over my george orwell notes again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;before i go to sleep&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hopefully i don't sleep in tomorrow&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;for the formal&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm thinking of buying a simple black dress that i saw at myer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;very plain&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but i don't know if i can be bothered looking any more&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and maybe i can spice it up with some heels&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i don't know if that works or not&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;uh oh...crick in neck......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;also got a toothache again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;not good conditions to be in 8hrs before the exam period&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;gotta...study&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1949274214527287798-8801467221020435068?l=alien-rocker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alien-rocker.blogspot.com/feeds/8801467221020435068/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1949274214527287798&amp;postID=8801467221020435068' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1949274214527287798/posts/default/8801467221020435068'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1949274214527287798/posts/default/8801467221020435068'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alien-rocker.blogspot.com/2008/11/like-most-intellectuals-hes-intensely.html' title='&apos;Like most intellectuals, he&apos;s intensely stupid&apos;'/><author><name>alien-rocker</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00826201892684548540</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1949274214527287798.post-4757442971072617368</id><published>2008-11-09T10:27:00.003+11:00</published><updated>2008-11-09T10:42:09.883+11:00</updated><title type='text'>Nothing</title><content type='html'>had a dream;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mum took me looking for houses&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we went to look at some japanese caravans&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;met basically all of the waiters that worked last night there&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;one of the waitresses had one of those things...fluffy tubes you stick your hands in...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;one of the waiters was in a band&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;had an argument with brian about people dying at school&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then somebody [a guy that brian occasionally played games with] died at school, i think it was an axe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went to aunty's house&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;she was selling clothes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;found two things i liked&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but couldn't reach&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;she made everyone try these very painful shoes on&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i sat with people that were my friends&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think kirsten dunce was one of them&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;one of my very good friends, a lesbian, started kissing me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i kissed back but there was nothing, it was painfully empty&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but then i acted flippantly like 'didn't feel anything, oh well'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;she got upset&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then some guys came and started teasing us for not appreciating all the cheap clothes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then i was talking to one of my guy friends [i have guy friends?]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when i was suddenly flicking through the dream as if on a dvd&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there was a random music clip&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a girl was singing, wearing a green wrappy thing [around waist] with white shorts underneath and there was that fake wind blowing into her hair and stuff&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thats all i remember&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i need to study for my literature exam [tomorrow] but i'm not sure which passage i'm doing, i've asked jinali who has it highlighted in her book but she hasn't replied&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;also need to study for my yr12 exam and methods. they're my top priorities&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then there's maths standard and vcd&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but i'm too tired from yesterday to do anything&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i bought Sabrina on friday [audrey hepburn and Humphrey bogart]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haven't watched it yet&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my aunty came in the morning to return these other dvds she'd borrowed, i was half awake in bed, she took Sabrina&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;didn't really want to lend it out till i'd had it for a while...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i hate shopping for something to wear to the formal&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's a pain&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1949274214527287798-4757442971072617368?l=alien-rocker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alien-rocker.blogspot.com/feeds/4757442971072617368/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1949274214527287798&amp;postID=4757442971072617368' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1949274214527287798/posts/default/4757442971072617368'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1949274214527287798/posts/default/4757442971072617368'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alien-rocker.blogspot.com/2008/11/nothing.html' title='Nothing'/><author><name>alien-rocker</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00826201892684548540</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1949274214527287798.post-998136349163358709</id><published>2008-10-27T12:37:00.003+11:00</published><updated>2008-10-27T13:03:50.968+11:00</updated><title type='text'>fallacies and exaggerations</title><content type='html'>i didn't go to school today&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i didn't sleep till late last night&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it was too hot&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and the importance of the work i had been avoiding all day finally sunk in&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so i got up and did some reading on Jane Eyre after reading quite a bit of Wuthering Heights&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this morning me and brian slept in&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and since i don't have studio art anymore [double period today] and since in methods we're just going over practise exams [also a double period] and since we never do any work in standard [and cos we've already done our topic test - 1period today] and since i'm not really enjoying/doing any work in vcd anymore, well there wasn't any point in going to school for that one period anyway&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so i stayed home to do some studying [for exams and sacs]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;started off with pride and prejudice, but then sparknotes [the site i was using] started to screw up and the pages won't load, so i began reading up on bill henson for Studio art&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;before doing any reading up on the topic, i'd planned to take the positive perspective and discuss why bill henson's work is art and not any kind of child porn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but then i started to read into it and found many opinions that claimed the opposite and it started to make sense. for example; 'artists can do whatever they like if they lived on a deserted island, but not if they lived in a respectable community' and 'bill henson has pushed the boudaries and understandably others are pushing back'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i have been to a bill henson exhibition, and i found nothing close to porn. i admit, a few had a kind of sexual charge to it, but it was a little bit confusing since there was no obvious source. there was a particular series that i liked, 'adrift in the crowd' i think it was. it showed how in a crowd some people stand out and others don't and that it is similar to how we can shine one minute and then be totally invisible the next.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but wat i was saying was that, at this point, i'd figured that there had to be some really scary-child-porn photos out there that i had just not seen. why else was there such a controversy on this subject? so i looked up his photos on some gallery websites.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and didn't find anything&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so then i was aggravated&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i was back supporting bill henson&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a short while later&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i searched bill henson on google images and found a few that were kinda disturbing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but i'm just not sure if it is enough to move my belief in freedom of art.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;is bill henson a glorified paedophile? is he a smart publicist seeking infamy through controversy? or is he just an artist doing what artists do?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;confused, and sparknotes still won't load, so i think i'll read some more Wuthering Heights, maybe nap&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;btw, watched another bette davis movie yesterday; Dark Victory. Don't know how Gone With the Wind overtook it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1949274214527287798-998136349163358709?l=alien-rocker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alien-rocker.blogspot.com/feeds/998136349163358709/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1949274214527287798&amp;postID=998136349163358709' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1949274214527287798/posts/default/998136349163358709'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1949274214527287798/posts/default/998136349163358709'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alien-rocker.blogspot.com/2008/10/fallacies-and-exaggerations.html' title='fallacies and exaggerations'/><author><name>alien-rocker</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00826201892684548540</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1949274214527287798.post-3436208299422614036</id><published>2008-10-24T19:38:00.002+11:00</published><updated>2008-10-24T20:26:29.218+11:00</updated><title type='text'>shopaholic?</title><content type='html'>not good&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i've become a shopaholic&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's bad&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i noe that the money i have is only because i was lucky enough to have parents that will employ me. but unless i decided to one day take over the business full time, the money is not stable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so if i become a shopaholic&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i will run out of money&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;eventually&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;either i will keep spending until i run out&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;or i will get so used to spending all the money that i won't be able to stop even without a source of income&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i have thought up two possible solutions;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. get a job&lt;br /&gt;2. slowly reduce my shopping intake&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;really only the second one seems possible&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i need rules&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;starting today [24th october] till 24th november, i will not buy anything&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;except for work shoes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and anything for the formal&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;....oh no&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i keep thinking up other things that should be on that 'except' list&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;maybe...maybe this one month thing is too big a feat for me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;maybe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lets make it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;this upcoming week [sunday 26th till saturday november 1st] i will not spend any money, the two above being the only exception&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so it's either that&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;or&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i make a weekly budget?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but then i don't noe wen i will stumble upon a bargain!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a monthly budget sounds better&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haggled with jinali over the school-monthly budget:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Jess. says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;$100 a school month?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;:: [nali]. says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;$50&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Jess. says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;50!?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Jess. says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;$75&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;:: [nali]. says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;70!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Jess. says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;ok $70 but no lower!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Jess. says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;no wait wait!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;:: [nali]. says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;its a deal&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;:: [nali]. says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;done n dusted&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Jess. says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;noooooooooooooo!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Jess. says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;but wat if i find a fantastic deal like my super boots!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;:: [nali]. says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;DON"T BUY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Jess. says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;hmm....i could carry the extra over onto the next month&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Jess. says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;or the last&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Jess. says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;i think this sounds good&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;:: [nali]. says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;hmmmmmmmmmmmmmm&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;:: [nali]. says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;SAVE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;:: [nali].  says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;SAVEEEE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Jess. says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;carry over!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;:: [nali]. says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;NO&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Jess. says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;whhhyyyy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;:: [nali]. says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;causeeeeeeeeeeeeee&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Jess. says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;no! i'm sticking to $70 a month...with carry overs!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Jess. says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;:P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Jess. says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;actually&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Jess. says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;since it's school months i will make it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Jess. says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;$50 a month with carry overs!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;:: [nali]. says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;one day, u'll regret when u see. that u have a thousand pairs of shoes in ur room and loads of clothes and dvds. and u'll think "did i really need all this shit?" HUH HUH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;:: [nali]. says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;ayo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;:: [nali]. says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;bad jess&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Jess. says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;you have a point&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Jess. says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;but i can't just go cold turkey!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and that's just on the school months&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wat about the holiday months? no limits?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;jinali suprisingly agrees:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;:: [nali]. says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;holidays is okai. i guess. but u still gotta control urself, don't let urself loose again!!!!!!!! u animal!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so it is settled&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;during a school month i must stick to the budget of $50 a month, carry-ons allowed, and during a holiday month the budget does not apply but caution is recommended.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;lol had a bit of fun with that last bit ^_____^&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;you noe wat sucks about this plan?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i don't actually get to put it into action until february since this month is almost over [and i think it might have been a holiday month anyway...did the term start before or after the start of october?] and next month is a holiday month as well as the next few.&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;plus christmas is coming and we gotta buy presents &gt;&lt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so, from now on, i will be recording every single thing i spend&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;maybe i should buy a little pocket book for it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tempting.....&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1949274214527287798-3436208299422614036?l=alien-rocker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alien-rocker.blogspot.com/feeds/3436208299422614036/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1949274214527287798&amp;postID=3436208299422614036' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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/&gt;couldn't resist buying a beatle picture book and two dvds for meself&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and bought some presents for melissa&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;spelt her name wrong on the inside cover&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but reckon i covered it up pretty well&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;met fizz, it's been ages&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kinda strange, but felt a kind of attraction?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;not so sure about it, like exactly wat it was, but it was definitley there&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dwlded the phantom of the opera soundtrack [movie]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;finally able to listen to songs that frequently get stuck in my head, huge relief&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bought today, first season of sex and the city and the first volume of the 3 stooges box set.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in the middle of making more shortbread biscuits&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;must bake...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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title=''/><author><name>alien-rocker</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00826201892684548540</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1949274214527287798.post-7192403475539029889</id><published>2008-10-16T23:51:00.003+11:00</published><updated>2008-10-16T23:57:17.190+11:00</updated><title type='text'>Teachings</title><content type='html'>today i  discovered 'Art for Art's sake'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aZI9fyiyrpM/SPc5JPE3o1I/AAAAAAAAAeM/5FD4B6THVOI/s1600-h/394245529_8dadd325ca.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aZI9fyiyrpM/SPc5JPE3o1I/AAAAAAAAAeM/5FD4B6THVOI/s320/394245529_8dadd325ca.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5257733920806904658" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;"...a philosophy that the intrinsic value of art, and the only "true" art, is divorced from any &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Didactic" title="Didactic" class="mw-redirect"&gt;didactic&lt;/a&gt;, moral or utilitarian function..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;how did i happen to stumble apon this?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well 10cc of course&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dwlded 'the very best of 10cc' and there was this song called 'art for art's sake' so i looked it up&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'...Like walking in the rain and snow...When there’s nowhere to go..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10cc - The Things We Do For Love&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1949274214527287798-7192403475539029889?l=alien-rocker.blogspot.com' alt='' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aZI9fyiyrpM/SPc5JPE3o1I/AAAAAAAAAeM/5FD4B6THVOI/s72-c/394245529_8dadd325ca.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1949274214527287798.post-4932242464924216334</id><published>2008-10-16T21:21:00.002+11:00</published><updated>2008-10-16T21:25:20.821+11:00</updated><title type='text'>Preparation</title><content type='html'>this weekend we've got weddings on both saturday and sunday&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so i'm working on saturday [depressingly in the kitchen]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and on sunday i'm at home&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm hoping, praying, that there will not be any weekend hw&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so i can iron everyone's summer clothes, laze about eating and watching stuff&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i've prepared pretty well i think&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i've got 8 movies from the library&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;one that i bought&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3sailor moon discs and buffy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's quite a variety too&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;comedy, romance, coming-of-age..although now action.....black and white, old yet in color, and relatively new&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it will be a good day ^___^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now, biography on charlotte bronte -__________-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1949274214527287798-4932242464924216334?l=alien-rocker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alien-rocker.blogspot.com/feeds/4932242464924216334/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1949274214527287798&amp;postID=4932242464924216334' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aZI9fyiyrpM/SPbZaDMAw1I/AAAAAAAAAd0/usMkfh3niCE/s1600-h/frames+copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 390px; height: 274px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aZI9fyiyrpM/SPbZaDMAw1I/AAAAAAAAAd0/usMkfh3niCE/s320/frames+copy.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5257628656557146962" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aZI9fyiyrpM/SPbZaDMAw1I/AAAAAAAAAd0/usMkfh3niCE/s1600-h/frames+copy.jpg"&gt;Final Piece 1: 'Stereotypes at Work'&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aZI9fyiyrpM/SPbZaaBp4BI/AAAAAAAAAd8/_0r2UrhlC50/s1600-h/Untitled-2+copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 387px; height: 271px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aZI9fyiyrpM/SPbZaaBp4BI/AAAAAAAAAd8/_0r2UrhlC50/s320/Untitled-2+copy.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5257628662687719442" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Final Piece 2: 'Judge a Book by it's T-Shirt'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aZI9fyiyrpM/SPbZakFKAcI/AAAAAAAAAeE/YBbKkuSvL1A/s1600-h/bookclose+copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 392px; height: 276px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aZI9fyiyrpM/SPbZakFKAcI/AAAAAAAAAeE/YBbKkuSvL1A/s320/bookclose+copy.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5257628665386762690" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;[click on to enlarge...quality is better too]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i made everything myself, except for the cotton t-shirts (and i didn't make the wood or the nails or paint or anything)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but i mean that i screen printed all the shirts from my own stencils of phrases and characters that i created&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and me and dad and brother put the wood together&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and the background pattern i rollered on individually.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Listening to: The Producers Soundtrack...'you see rio i see jaiiilll' 'we can do it' 'i can't do it' 'we can do it' i cannot cannot cannot cannot do it cos i noe it's gonna faiiillll'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;^______^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bought Funny Face yesterday for $8&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;going to the beach tomorrow after school for nat's birthday!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1949274214527287798-962898247378803457?l=alien-rocker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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/&gt;you're one crazy granny you know? you do so many wildly exciting and cool things, i don't think i could keep up!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i've been taking driving lessons lately, it's been decent. i'm learning manual and at first it was pretty simple, then when the thinking part comes in, it got a bit tricky, but then it went smooth again and i hope it stays that way! it's handy and slightly exciting, but public transport still looks good to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;although i've handed my folio in last wednesday it still seems kinda hectic because me and two other friends are going to be entering our folios into Top Arts. one friend is taking it easy and doesn't seem to be too fussed, the other is just franticly [sp?] running around trying to make everything perfect although i reckon she's just making it more stressful than it has to be...it kinda rubs off on me. the last week i've been trying to get good photos of my final pieces, trying to figure out exactly what the application means with their vague terms and conditions, choosing only 10 pages out of my multiple folios to send in and worrying about how to write emails to big companies/brands asking for copyright clearance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when i'm not doing that, well i'm being super lazy watching Buffy dvds, sleeping and reading books. i don't think i've quite balanced my life properly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i've just recently read Pride and Prejudice, i bought the book and its a beautiful leather bound version which i love, i'm a sucker for pretty things. anyway, the actual novel, i'm not quite sure what i think of it, the whole time i was reading it i just kept seeing scenes from the Keira Knightley movie or even just the actors playing out bits that hadn't been put into the movie; i wasn't really able to read the book and actually feel Jane Austen's writing style. i guess that's what happens when you read the book of a movie that you've already seen much too many times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so the reason why i read Pride and Prejudice was for school, we're doing a comparative analysis and we get to pick our subjects. initially me and my partner were thinking to compare Pride and Prejudice to Bridget Jones' Diary [movie] but then i've just realised that it might be a bit difficult comparing a movie to a novel and, what is there to compare except the modern interpretations of Jane Austen's story? so i've thought to change it to a comparitive between Pride and Prejudice and Jane Eyre. i'm thinking this will be easier since we've both already read Jane Eyre and since they're both novels, with distinct female main characters and well i guess we could compare the two authors views on love, marriage, family and social standing? but i've still to put the idea to my friend. have you read either novels? what do you think?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;do you remember me as tom-boyish? i think it's...interesting to think about the phases that you've gone through, and then to think about the phases that you could possibly get into. have i mentioned that i can knit and sew? although, it is only the most basic technique of knitting...the knit ^^ and with the sewing i can only do simple things like sewing up pant legs and other random things. i rememer you taught me how to knit once. although i totally forgot how to after you'd left. i ended up going to this lunch time thing that one of the teachers held back in...year9? it was very awkward because no one had shown up but me and the friends that i had dragged along, and the teacher was well known for her strict attitude and having a tendency to turn red and blow up. so i only went once, then kind of just figured out the rest by myself, consequently, i only know the one technique and nothing of the others.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i've written quite a bit about myself, i think it's because with all the panicing and the couch potato-attitude i haven't been able to write much in my blog so i have this pent up need to just...type.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i should go now; sleep good, sitting-in-the-glow-of-a-&lt;div dir="ltr"&gt;&lt;wbr&gt;computer-screen-at-almost-11pm bad&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;goodnight jo&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;,&lt;br /&gt;jess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and now my font has gone weird&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but anyway&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...damn&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lost my trail of thought while right in the middle of it...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;gonna go......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#888888;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1949274214527287798-5500416635899778384?l=alien-rocker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alien-rocker.blogspot.com/feeds/5500416635899778384/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1949274214527287798&amp;postID=5500416635899778384' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1949274214527287798/posts/default/5500416635899778384'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1949274214527287798/posts/default/5500416635899778384'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alien-rocker.blogspot.com/2008/10/emails.html' title='emails'/><author><name>alien-rocker</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00826201892684548540</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1949274214527287798.post-8472131359120017032</id><published>2008-10-12T13:33:00.003+11:00</published><updated>2008-10-12T13:46:16.386+11:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>yesterday i worked on a boat&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it was the first time anybody had asked for my number&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it was definitley heaps of fun&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;minimum work load&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;plus tip&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yesterday was good&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'd bought this dress that was on sale at the glen on thursday....originally $70 but i got it for $5 [tho duno who would spend $70 on it...its too simple and plain...nothing special)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's got green and white vertical lines and it kinda reminds of primary school uniform dress&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's got two vertical straps [thick], and it goes in under the boobs and has fabric that you pull back to tighten.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it was too long [middle shins?] so i sewed it up the other night [by hand because i had nothing else to do] so it's around my knees&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's very cute/playful&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tho it doesn't look great by itself ...probably cos of the addition of big shoulders and underarm flab&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so i thought maybe to wear a shirt underneath...but yesterday i just wore it with one of those half cardigans [cream coloured] and it looked great&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i was just a bit iffy about showing all that leg...but i guess i'll get over it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway...wore that to jap school....was fun&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;gonna do oral next week&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and then went home [reluctently changed out of dress into uniform] and went to work&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...was gonna get more into how great working on the boat was...and the number asking bit&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but gotta take in the clothes, eat lunch, and do some errands&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh well&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1949274214527287798-8472131359120017032?l=alien-rocker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alien-rocker.blogspot.com/feeds/8472131359120017032/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1949274214527287798&amp;postID=8472131359120017032' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1949274214527287798/posts/default/8472131359120017032'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1949274214527287798/posts/default/8472131359120017032'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alien-rocker.blogspot.com/2008/10/yesterday-i-worked-on-boat-it-was-first.html' title=''/><author><name>alien-rocker</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00826201892684548540</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1949274214527287798.post-7837742044862322612</id><published>2008-09-28T18:49:00.002+10:00</published><updated>2008-09-28T18:54:57.182+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Grilled Chicken and Orange Rice</title><content type='html'>btw,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;since we've got this weekend and the next off [wedding-wise] my mum offered to make something yum&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i suggested grilled chicken and orange rice, which i love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and then i remembered what happened last time mum made it,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well Heath Ledger died&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i remember eating grilled chicken and orange rice and waiting for the news special to come on tv. at first i watched from the kitchen and then once i'd finished eating i moved into the lounge where my mum sat sighing, '...so young'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so now&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i will always remember that the day my mum made Grilled Chicken and Orange Rice was the day that Heath Ledger died&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...or was the day i first heard the news that Heath Ledger had died.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in other news,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my parents are getting supersticious about our new house&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;since we've bought it, a tree in the templeton house fell and broke the fence, the little water fountain we have in our lounge room broke and....something else.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but they're worried that it's a bad sign&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and now i'm getting a bit jittery&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm kinda supersticious&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;enough to be slightly worried.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1949274214527287798-7837742044862322612?l=alien-rocker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alien-rocker.blogspot.com/feeds/7837742044862322612/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1949274214527287798&amp;postID=7837742044862322612' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1949274214527287798/posts/default/7837742044862322612'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1949274214527287798/posts/default/7837742044862322612'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alien-rocker.blogspot.com/2008/09/grilled-chicken-and-orange-rice.html' title='Grilled Chicken and Orange Rice'/><author><name>alien-rocker</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00826201892684548540</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1949274214527287798.post-1110601155497546822</id><published>2008-09-28T17:57:00.003+10:00</published><updated>2008-09-28T18:17:54.377+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Lists</title><content type='html'>i have been out two days in a row, wearing clothes with a tag still attached to it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yup&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;embarrassing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;especially when they have all those red stickers on them showing how much it's been reduced.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dodgy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this holidays has actually been pretty good so far&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tho it's only half way through&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on the first weekend i worked and my parents bought a house on the saturday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;monday we visited my grandma&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tuesday i went to see display homes with my parents and brian&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wednesday the whole family went over to our templeton house to do some gardening&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thursday i worked with my dad and brian to make my shelf for studio art&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;friday i went to bridge road in richmond with melody and julia for shopping&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yesterday we went to see some more display homes and i got a hair cut&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today i went to see my grandma again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so i reckon i've been pretty productive&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but then i also want to be mindlessly bored&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i miss being mindlessly bored with nothing to do&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there always seems to be something that i need to do&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i have lists and lists of those things that i need to do&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm getting sick of those lists&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but they don't seem to be able to get organised in my brain, they need to be on paper in thick red/black texta&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and here's another list for ya...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my plans for this week:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Monday - going to school to work on my studio folio and then to the glen to buy some materials for studio (namely; nice wrapping paper and wallpaper paste)&lt;br /&gt;Tuesday - going to a library (either Glenwaverley or Nunawading) to study for a japanese speaking outcome with my role play partner (elly)&lt;br /&gt;Wednesday - going shopping with brittany, emma and possibly dianne. will not be purposely looking for clothes (since i've already bought a decent amount on friday)&lt;br /&gt;Thursday - possibly going to school in the morning (moving my final pieces to school before school starts) then the twins' (including Hayley) birthday party&lt;br /&gt;Friday - nothing solid yet, but i think my dad is planning to bring me back to the asian doctor about my skin...other wise i mite go to school again&lt;br /&gt;The weekend before school starts - nothing planned...tho probably hoping it to stay that way&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;proud accomplishment: have fought the urge to buy dvds for....1 and a half weeks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ahh i need to work againnnn&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i need money&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i need a proper job&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;proper job....too much fuss!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wedding money isn't frequent enough...not reliable&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;plus it's kinda degrading to be working for your parents&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hm&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i've had this ridiculous song in my head for the last few days&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;smack that&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;akon&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;shame.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1949274214527287798.post-2212427613982722772</id><published>2008-09-28T10:56:00.001+10:00</published><updated>2008-09-28T10:58:10.862+10:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>ever moved your tongue next to your teeth, but not quite touching them, and felt a strangely cold...space?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i felt it....but now i don't&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hm&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok i'm bored.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1949274214527287798-2212427613982722772?l=alien-rocker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alien-rocker.blogspot.com/feeds/2212427613982722772/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1949274214527287798&amp;postID=2212427613982722772' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1949274214527287798/posts/default/2212427613982722772'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1949274214527287798/posts/default/2212427613982722772'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alien-rocker.blogspot.com/2008/09/ever-moved-your-tongue-next-to-your.html' title=''/><author><name>alien-rocker</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00826201892684548540</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1949274214527287798.post-1156810381351816852</id><published>2008-09-27T18:42:00.001+10:00</published><updated>2008-09-27T18:54:25.176+10:00</updated><title type='text'>grah</title><content type='html'>stupid wallpaper&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;why is it so expensive?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bum&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;stupid bum poo&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1949274214527287798-1156810381351816852?l=alien-rocker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alien-rocker.blogspot.com/feeds/1156810381351816852/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1949274214527287798&amp;postID=1156810381351816852' title='0 Comments'/><link 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/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...otherwise you are just brushed off as being unknowing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[amazing the things that happen in my mind when sitting in the dark by myself]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1949274214527287798-6070741379440109806?l=alien-rocker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alien-rocker.blogspot.com/feeds/6070741379440109806/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1949274214527287798&amp;postID=6070741379440109806' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1949274214527287798/posts/default/6070741379440109806'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1949274214527287798/posts/default/6070741379440109806'/><link rel='alternate' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1949274214527287798.post-1655597232088957670</id><published>2008-09-22T21:43:00.002+10:00</published><updated>2008-09-22T21:48:35.495+10:00</updated><title type='text'>All About $$</title><content type='html'>i hate having money&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i hate that there are people that don't have money&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i hate that people care&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i hate money&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1949274214527287798-1655597232088957670?l=alien-rocker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alien-rocker.blogspot.com/feeds/1655597232088957670/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1949274214527287798&amp;postID=1655597232088957670' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1949274214527287798/posts/default/1655597232088957670'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1949274214527287798/posts/default/1655597232088957670'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alien-rocker.blogspot.com/2008/09/all-about.html' title='All About $$'/><author><name>alien-rocker</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00826201892684548540</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1949274214527287798.post-2562140223416583783</id><published>2008-09-22T15:14:00.002+10:00</published><updated>2008-09-22T16:19:29.281+10:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>hmm yes it's been more than two weeks since that visit to the asian herbalist&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;at first my skin went drastically well [to me] then it stayed steady at good...then i think it's slowly getting a bit red again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but...mite be because i missed drinking the grain stuff 2days in a row and the body wash has run out [in the first week] and the face cream is running out&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but i reckon he was pretty decent&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;he said to come back...but i guess we're not&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i made yoyos today&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tho i had forgotten that aunty ratna was gonna be coming and dropping the kids here while she gets a facial and other pampering things&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so i let jaszelle 'help' a bit...tho wen it came to rolling the dough into balls i kinda just made her play with a lump of it....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then mum took jaszelle out [thankgod] and we were left with zach who wasn't as bad since we could say things that he didn't understand&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but then i left two trays in the oven too long and  they got a bit over-browned...but in the end it just looks like chocolate yoyos...and they taste about the same&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now, zach has been put to sleep and jaszelle hass gone out with mum and aunty for coffee&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's quite...no one wants to wake zach&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my mum has always loved french music&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i've been slowly [PANIC! phone just rang and i ran to shut it up] getting into it, maybe cos she kept playing it in the mornings while i slept...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway...love most of it now...tho i haven't listened to like...french pop or rock or anything...just kinda cafe music&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's really good&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the most recent song...that i love the mostest...is from 'Putumayo Presents - Paris'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and it's the first track: 'Au Cafe de La Paix' - Thomas Fersen&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's so happy and the guys has a really throaty voice [which i LOVE]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;no i don't know how to say the title...actually the guy just said it...but i've already forgotten...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i don't noe anything that he's saying...for all i know he could be singing about sex, drugs and flare pants&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but, [brittany calling!]....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1949274214527287798-2562140223416583783?l=alien-rocker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1949274214527287798.post-5009117470855515347</id><published>2008-09-10T08:03:00.002+10:00</published><updated>2008-09-10T08:06:11.174+10:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>hm....with the pictures of the card i made from my last blog [from a long time ago], wat i meant to say about it before all my words were cut off...was that it was bad bad bad&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but thanks for the nice words ^____^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went to an asian doctor on sunday [father's day] about my skin&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and he said that my skin will be atleast 50% better in two weeks&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so now my dad has come into habit of grabbing my face between his two hands and inspecting my skin every morning&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and then asking later on in the evening if i feel any better&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hm&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;skool time&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1949274214527287798-5009117470855515347?l=alien-rocker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alien-rocker.blogspot.com/feeds/5009117470855515347/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1949274214527287798&amp;postID=5009117470855515347' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1949274214527287798/posts/default/5009117470855515347'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1949274214527287798/posts/default/5009117470855515347'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alien-rocker.blogspot.com/2008/09/hm.html' title=''/><author><name>alien-rocker</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00826201892684548540</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1949274214527287798.post-2934064743742251655</id><published>2008-08-28T18:10:00.005+10:00</published><updated>2008-08-28T18:29:08.170+10:00</updated><title type='text'>oh bum</title><content type='html'>i had something to say&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that i was slightly excited to say&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but i've gone and forgotten&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway there was this other thing that happened&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i watched 2 eps of buffy today, and then i had a nap&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and then i woke up and got on the computer to do some stuff&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and then som1 called&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and because i was still a bit &gt;&lt; .......[i had a whole heap of other stuff i wrote....really good stuff....and stuff to explain these photos...but something happened and it's all gone...and i will not do it all again cos it will not be as good so yeh....]&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aZI9fyiyrpM/SLZgQMdydGI/AAAAAAAAAds/q-ht4oislrY/s320/IMG_3212.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239481047832491106" border="0" /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aZI9fyiyrpM/SLZfxiGxHuI/AAAAAAAAAdk/lrh0xEZHAHI/s1600-h/IMG_3211.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aZI9fyiyrpM/SLZfxiGxHuI/AAAAAAAAAdk/lrh0xEZHAHI/s320/IMG_3211.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239480521065570018" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aZI9fyiyrpM/SLZfmj6ZngI/AAAAAAAAAdc/v8nc-izW_wk/s1600-h/IMG_3210.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aZI9fyiyrpM/SLZfmj6ZngI/AAAAAAAAAdc/v8nc-izW_wk/s320/IMG_3210.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239480332572007938" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the joys of digital photography&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1949274214527287798-2934064743742251655?l=alien-rocker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alien-rocker.blogspot.com/feeds/2934064743742251655/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1949274214527287798.post-7805001521918554699</id><published>2008-08-27T17:53:00.002+10:00</published><updated>2008-08-27T18:03:25.868+10:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>wrote this yesterday:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;in that dark and scary place right now&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;i'm not happy with my body&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;the condition of my skin shames me,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;it also makes me physically feel ew and mentally...unconfident&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;how'd i get into this state of mind?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;well it started with that icky, irritating feeling that i get that makes me just...irritated and scratch/ungently rub my face. usually, the only remedy for this irritation is to sleep it off or to have a real good shower. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;no, a real-good-face-wash will not suffice, it must be a shower. don't ask me why&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;so i've had my shower and i've moisturised many layers of moisturising cream. but my face still burns and irritates in a different way, different but if anything, even more irritating. so this is when i sit down, eat my dinner and, feeling guilty, i write a list of things that i should do more to improve my health.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;writing this list, i ate alot of food (healthy dinner that i put together myself ^___^) and drank alot of water. too much healthy food and water. so i've managed to make myself feel even more bloated than usual.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;so bloated that it hurt.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;and all i wanted to do was lay down and make the pain go away but then because i was feeling unusually bloated and fat, i didn't want to lay down after a meal and build up extra fat. so i sat and read some of a Nick Hornby book then started writing a blog entry (bye hand) while watching scrubs.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;i feel better now&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;but i do wish these...attacks (damn word that i'm looking for won't come to me!) of up and down-ness would just stop. i wish it were all uo...or all stable&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;i have lots more to talk a bout, epiphanies, dvds, the snow, another career alternative, countries, tshirts, etc. but it's too much to write by hand.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;it is Buffy time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so yeh, i'm still not gonna talk about that other stuff now because...i'm tired and i have to do lots of preparation for the creative sac that i have tomorrow (literature)...i thought it was on friday but it is actually tomorrow&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but frankly i can't be bothered&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i guess it is again...Buffy time.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1949274214527287798-7805001521918554699?l=alien-rocker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alien-rocker.blogspot.com/feeds/7805001521918554699/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1949274214527287798.post-1239555057176910253</id><published>2008-08-21T18:03:00.002+10:00</published><updated>2008-08-21T18:05:05.167+10:00</updated><title type='text'>official rain</title><content type='html'>for me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it is now officially winter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;not until it rains for a full day, or forces me to walk under an umbrella, is it properly winter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now i have lots of work to do&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOTS!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1949274214527287798-1239555057176910253?l=alien-rocker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alien-rocker.blogspot.com/feeds/1239555057176910253/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1949274214527287798.post-3616814189362610594</id><published>2008-08-13T16:13:00.002+10:00</published><updated>2008-08-13T16:19:25.492+10:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>weeee&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;got dvds today&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;restrained myself&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bought 3:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life is Beautiful&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Hitchhiker's Guide to the Galaxy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Scrubs: season2&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'friends' was not on sale&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and they didn't have the IT crowd or black books&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well they had one last box set of black books but i've already got season1 so that didn't help much&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the were playing black books on the tv too....i didn't notice till i heard manny saying 'bernard' in the way he does&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lots of other stuff was on sale too&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i was dizzy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;art deco was good&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and not good&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the whole art deco thing is cool&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;how modern some of the designs are!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but then because there was so much it got a bit boring&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm still tired from the trip&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;came back and helped mum cut a HUGE pot of mushrooms...this is for the 600people wedding on saturday&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yeh...will edit my dvd list&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1949274214527287798-3616814189362610594?l=alien-rocker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alien-rocker.blogspot.com/feeds/3616814189362610594/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1949274214527287798&amp;postID=3616814189362610594' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1949274214527287798/posts/default/3616814189362610594'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1949274214527287798/posts/default/3616814189362610594'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alien-rocker.blogspot.com/2008/08/weeee-got-dvds-today-restrained-myself.html' title=''/><author><name>alien-rocker</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00826201892684548540</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1949274214527287798.post-8810302323325188432</id><published>2008-08-11T20:21:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2008-08-11T20:22:34.949+10:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Friends is also on sale!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i've gone so crazy i can't feel me feet&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...or is it just cold?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1949274214527287798-8810302323325188432?l=alien-rocker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alien-rocker.blogspot.com/feeds/8810302323325188432/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1949274214527287798&amp;postID=8810302323325188432' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1949274214527287798/posts/default/8810302323325188432'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1949274214527287798/posts/default/8810302323325188432'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alien-rocker.blogspot.com/2008/08/friends-is-also-on-sale-ive-gone-so.html' title=''/><author><name>alien-rocker</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00826201892684548540</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1949274214527287798.post-3771589947263745722</id><published>2008-08-11T20:18:00.001+10:00</published><updated>2008-08-11T20:18:55.712+10:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>AHHHH!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;season2 of Two and a Half Men is also on sale!!1&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm going crazy!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1949274214527287798-3771589947263745722?l=alien-rocker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alien-rocker.blogspot.com/feeds/3771589947263745722/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1949274214527287798&amp;postID=3771589947263745722' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1949274214527287798/posts/default/3771589947263745722'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1949274214527287798/posts/default/3771589947263745722'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alien-rocker.blogspot.com/2008/08/ahhhh-season2-of-two-and-half-men-is.html' title=''/><author><name>alien-rocker</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00826201892684548540</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1949274214527287798.post-3889557487442152368</id><published>2008-08-11T20:14:00.002+10:00</published><updated>2008-08-11T20:16:28.241+10:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>AHHH!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the IT Crowd is on sale at jb!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i don't noe if it is in stores of it just is on sale if you buy it online&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;usually $28.99, now $12.98&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that's something dollars and 1cent!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;must.buy.dvds....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1949274214527287798-3889557487442152368?l=alien-rocker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alien-rocker.blogspot.com/feeds/3889557487442152368/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1949274214527287798&amp;postID=3889557487442152368' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1949274214527287798/posts/default/3889557487442152368'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1949274214527287798/posts/default/3889557487442152368'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alien-rocker.blogspot.com/2008/08/ahhh-it-crowd-is-on-sale-at-jb-i-dont.html' title=''/><author><name>alien-rocker</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00826201892684548540</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1949274214527287798.post-6798676340868282407</id><published>2008-08-11T19:16:00.003+10:00</published><updated>2008-08-11T19:50:17.124+10:00</updated><title type='text'>yay!...i hope</title><content type='html'>it is now 7:15, 3hours after anesthetic and i feel no pain!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i hope this means that there will be no pain between now and wen it is pulled out&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and that i haven't just jinxed myself&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;am bored...will look for more movies to add to my list&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1949274214527287798.post-2804757943378463980</id><published>2008-08-11T18:26:00.004+10:00</published><updated>2008-08-11T18:41:28.918+10:00</updated><title type='text'>my chin is numb</title><content type='html'>it feels funny wen i scratch it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the right side of my tongue and lower right cheek is also numb&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so if you decided to slap me only on the right side of my tongue i would not feel a thing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...although why you would feel inclined to slap my tongue at all is a mystery&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now attempting to eat grilled fish&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;strange&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's like it's there....and i'm chewing it..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but then i move it to the other side...and it's gonee!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;which is dangerous wen you think about the bones&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bad news&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;will be pulling out 3 teeth and possibly getting braces&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;last week after my visit to the dentist i experienced intense pain until morning&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today just as i was about to leave she comes out and says she forgot to mention that i mite experience it again tonight&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so right now i'm eating as much as i can...being happy as much as i can....and...should be clearing my bed of all the clothes so that i can just lay in it later&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but the suspense!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i wrote a thing in japanese!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's not really a story...and not really an essay...it's a thing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's about getting a job&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i'm so proud&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;not at the content...but at my ability to write long sentences/passages in japanese...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's so pretty!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;gack!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;almost swallowed a bone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;alright...gonna go and...relish my feeling of numbess&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1949274214527287798-2804757943378463980?l=alien-rocker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alien-rocker.blogspot.com/feeds/2804757943378463980/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1949274214527287798&amp;postID=2804757943378463980' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1949274214527287798/posts/default/2804757943378463980'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1949274214527287798/posts/default/2804757943378463980'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alien-rocker.blogspot.com/2008/08/my-chin-is-numb.html' title='my chin is numb'/><author><name>alien-rocker</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00826201892684548540</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1949274214527287798.post-8353425146141439386</id><published>2008-08-10T15:57:00.004+10:00</published><updated>2008-08-10T16:19:17.816+10:00</updated><title type='text'>remotely strange?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aZI9fyiyrpM/SJ6IW_J9z2I/AAAAAAAAAUk/36XFPgcsPk8/s1600-h/film_noir_0013.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aZI9fyiyrpM/SJ6IW_J9z2I/AAAAAAAAAUk/36XFPgcsPk8/s320/film_noir_0013.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5232769745542827874" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;baked some cookies&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;last batch in the oven now&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went to go get the recipe and found two big packets of my two favourite chip flavours in the cupboard&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hm....wat are you hiding mother? secret snacks!?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;had another weird dream this morning&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;although i can't really remember it all&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there was one part where my dad was going to give all his jeans away since they didn't fit his belly inside them anymore&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh i'm starting to remember more&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i was sitting on the ground in a kind of dark castle and looking through Anais' studio art folio [although...she doesn't actually do studio art so yeh] and it had stacks and stacks of really cool stuff in it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and then this woman with short [shoulder] bouncy blonde hair and tiny spectacles on comes in, sits on the other side of Anais' folio and starts talking to me about my folio&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;she starts off really nicely...you noe that way people talk before saying something bad&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;she's like, i've looked at ur folio, and it's really good, lots of this and that.......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and then she says that it's a very positive folio, the way i write/talk about my stuff is really...well i keep complementing myself&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;she says that they [whoever 'they' are] are worried that when i go out into the world&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i interupt and say that i noe that my stuff isn't really that good to the outside world, but that to me it is good, and that i noe that the world is a much harder judge than myself&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;she gives me a funny look&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then suddenly i'm on the carpet in my lounge room and mum is talkin to the rest of the family in the kitchen about how scared she used to be back wen my dad worked during the day and she'd be at home with us kids...like closing the curtains...not answering the door, pretending not to be home.. [btw it is all true...she's mentioned it many times before]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and then som1 rings our doorbell and we get all freaked out and i go to answer the door...just opening the wooden door a crack...and i see that stuck to the fly-wire door is an envelope, i reach through to grap it and i realise that there's this car on our....cement block that leads to the door? and the headlights are shining so that a silhouette of a man can be seen...and it's freaky cos i'm grabbing at the envelope but it just won't come off the door....i finally get it and lock the door rushedly [is that a word?]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mum is talkin on the phone to som1....talking about how she knows how to use a gun, she'd learnt the basics back wen dad worked during the day...all while i was struggling with the door...which makes everything that little bit freakier&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i open the envelope and i take out this book...you noe wen there's so much in a book that the pages kinda boof up from the spine? yeh it was like that. and it seemed much bigger than the actual envelope....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so i start flipping through it and it's like pages from all my folios and some bits from my blog and even conversations i've had with people....as well as msn conversations....and i'm trying to read a certain one that i had with a green-lady...i don't know anything else about her...i think she wore green and had long brown hair....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but the pages kept flipping back and forth and my mind was racing and i couldn't make sense of anything&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that's all i can remember&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think there was also this part where someone was talkin to harry potter about being worried about him...like his attitude...and so he had to take care of this little thing...didn't look anything like a house elf but apparently it was....for...i think 36 years...and harry gets annoyed and storms off with the house elf struggling to keep up&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i noe there was more..but i've forgotten&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i have nothing else remotely interesting happening in my life&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1949274214527287798-8353425146141439386?l=alien-rocker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alien-rocker.blogspot.com/feeds/8353425146141439386/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1949274214527287798&amp;postID=8353425146141439386' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1949274214527287798/posts/default/8353425146141439386'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1949274214527287798/posts/default/8353425146141439386'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alien-rocker.blogspot.com/2008/08/remotely-strange.html' title='remotely strange?'/><author><name>alien-rocker</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00826201892684548540</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aZI9fyiyrpM/SJ6IW_J9z2I/AAAAAAAAAUk/36XFPgcsPk8/s72-c/film_noir_0013.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1949274214527287798.post-7967161956991305902</id><published>2008-08-03T19:06:00.003+10:00</published><updated>2008-08-03T19:11:06.786+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Another Dream</title><content type='html'>yeh i had another weird dream and wrote down some words [not necessarily 'key' words] so that i wouldn't forget&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but judging from the huge reaction the last dream retelling i'll leave out the explanation and just leave the words here:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wedding, car, quick lock, miss one, rape, man, footy tickets, embarrassment, awkward hug, nice hug [i clearly remember the nice-ness of this hug...nice broad shoulders too!], confession, anger, oanh [my aunty] ask for 4carat diamond, cake shop, ordered by mum to order the stuff, go to table, me, mum &amp;amp; oanh, decline specialty, waiter pissed, mum&amp;amp;oanh devour, my mouth full of wedding cake, mum compliments carrot cake, i want but there's nomore, they pig down, they want more, book shop, brain-washing-feminists, heath ledger?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wow...guess wat song just came on&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Billy Joel - River of Dreams&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1949274214527287798-7967161956991305902?l=alien-rocker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1949274214527287798.post-1678154370709673567</id><published>2008-08-03T18:10:00.005+10:00</published><updated>2008-08-03T18:53:25.591+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Another Night</title><content type='html'>i haven't been blogging lately&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;partially because i've gotten bak in touch with my grandma via email and that seems to satisfy my typing-thoughts-down needs&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and partially because nobody's commenting!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so right now, i am delaying the reply to my grandma's last email and letting out all my typing energy here&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm in the Bee Gees mood:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_aZI9fyiyrpM/SJVx2iBsWaI/AAAAAAAAAUc/mKMPmxARauw/s1600-h/TheBeeGees-08-big.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 303px; height: 450px;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_aZI9fyiyrpM/SJVx2iBsWaI/AAAAAAAAAUc/mKMPmxARauw/s320/TheBeeGees-08-big.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5230211723921480098" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;haha, there's a scary pic for you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;since the last blog, which i can't even remember wen it was, i have done many things&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it does seem like alot tho&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my aunty was having marital problems and came over one saturday&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh i remmeber...it was last saturday, since that was the day i didn't go to japanese skool because i didn't really wanna get up and my mum didn't seem to care&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, she came over, without the kids, but with her husbands credit card&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and we went to max brenners....had some chocolate and waffers...had alot of male-bashing conversations...brian seemed awkward&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then went home to get ready for work, put all the necessary things, like uniform and makeup in mums car and got into my aunty's car to go shopping!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it was a bit scary at first cos her husband had called and she was talking, heatedly, on the phone while driving a manual car&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but then it became ok&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we went to myer, it stayed open longer than the rest of the centre&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so it was me, my aunty and brian in myer...searching for something for my aunty to splurge on, but didn't really need&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;she got a country road top, an expensive dress/wrap and some shoes; a total of $310&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i found something for myself too!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a pair of dianna ferrari boots; knee high, dark brown, with a heel&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and it was fantastic because i've found it hard to find any decent boots that fit the contrasting sizes of my feet and..legs...shins?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yup...happy happy....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it was $200 before reduction; got it for $140&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then went to work and it was ok...nobody ended up sitting on the whole side which my tables were located...so lots of people were sent over to the other side to help, but i got stuck in the bar with an old man who has suspicious eyes and doesn't talk to me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think i have/had a crush on som1 new&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i thought i was over the damn crushes by now since it's been a while since i've had one...and i do noe everytime that they are useless obessessions...but why do they torture me so?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my older brother has this close friend, who has this thing for a very pretty waitress....but she doesn't seem to like him bak...and then she started bringing her brother along to work since their mum was getting worried about his life and at the start...i didn't think anything of him&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;he was just like all the others...those young asians with that stupid hair..except that his face doesn't look like typical asian...kinda looks half&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but then on my first day outside, as a waitress....i realised that i did not like him&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;he was a mean, coccky bum who had no friends&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but then we've somehow become friends...ah now that i've gotten to this part i feel really embarrassed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm going to move on now...to another subject&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i went with my mum to bridge road the other day before going to footscray to get a hair cut&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bought a shirt from espirit; $60 down to $7...very happy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;didn't like the hair cut at first&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the guy, hairdressers husband, dryed it weird, mad e it all bobby and rounddd and straight...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so i thought it was actually gonna always be like that&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but then it ends up...it's not!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;looks quite similar to wat i had before except shorter...although no1 even seems to be noticing that it even is shorter&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i guess not much was taken off the bak...since the bak was always short...but it definitly is different!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so Mamma Mia movie today&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;loved it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;another movie i've seen and loved: Dear Frankie&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Casablanca and Gone with the Wind were ok wen watching it but afterwards they really stick in ur head...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ah, i'm bored? this doesn't seem to be as stimulating as it usually is&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1949274214527287798-1678154370709673567?l=alien-rocker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alien-rocker.blogspot.com/feeds/1678154370709673567/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1949274214527287798&amp;postID=1678154370709673567' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1949274214527287798/posts/default/1678154370709673567'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1949274214527287798/posts/default/1678154370709673567'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alien-rocker.blogspot.com/2008/08/another-night.html' title='Another Night'/><author><name>alien-rocker</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00826201892684548540</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_aZI9fyiyrpM/SJVx2iBsWaI/AAAAAAAAAUc/mKMPmxARauw/s72-c/TheBeeGees-08-big.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1949274214527287798.post-6895774232995189385</id><published>2008-07-20T10:19:00.002+10:00</published><updated>2008-07-20T11:32:46.655+10:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>sunday morning it is&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i've just had a weird dream&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it was a very long one about many things&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it had kungfu dogs, buddhist temples, the mafia, killer sandwiches, heath ledger, cameron diaz and another girl...forgot hu it was, frogs in a pond, crazy traffic, advertisements for nuts, footpaths lit in the night, light posts, crazy sky activity, strange romance, charity....that's all that will come to me now&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so like usual, everything is split into sections, like different stories&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i have no idea about order except for the last two&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but lets talk about the kungfu dogs, buddhist temples, the mafia and killer sandwiches&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so there's me, and two other guys&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we're like...super cool kungfu superheroes...i think i had a long stick&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and actually i'm not sure if it was me....maybe it was just the girl that was wearing the dress that i was thinking of wearing today and i just watched her the most&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;any way, we're standing there...looking cool, listening for trouble, and then the girl hears a bell ringing 'a mile away' and starts running...the others follow&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there's some trouble at a buddhist temple, all of the dogs have turned into people and are...not killing people cos there was no killing in my dream...just smacking them....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...now i've gone blank&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;somehow, we've changed characters to a tall guy, walking into this really big asian...temple-like building, but there is apparently a party going on behind the door after the 'reception desk'. and there's this guy sitting behind the desk giving orders...there are some people that need to be killed but they don't want them to be done all at once...i think the guy that they wanted killed last was 'sanders' or something&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so he's got this tray of sandwiches and he's showing another tall guy which ones go to who....and then the main character comes up to the desk and watches, then once the first guy goes into the room with the tray of killer sanwiches the guy behind the desk pulls out another tray....but it's a lunch box instead? and then i [main guy] start trying to remember wat goes to who, apparently i've heard it before and am trying to recite it...but there are some extra bits and pieces in there that i don't recall seeing before&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the only one that i can remember at the moment is that one of  the killer foods is for a telemarketer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i point out that there are some things that should not be there and that maybe it was because it was somebody's lunch box&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the guy behind looks frustrated and then...the scenario switches&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there's three more to go&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i don't know if i can be bothered...i have a lot of hw to get started on&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;actually the next bit....is actually a continuation of the mafia one...just the same main character&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's got, heath ledger, cameron diaz and another girl....and a whiteboard on wheels, a computer desk chair, a chorus of girls, a piano&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so from the temple, the main character guy walks out and meets....one of the girls....i duno actually, it's all a bit complicated, eventually, he ends up at this place where he tells the 2nd girl to go into one room while he goes into the 2nd....and this fat guy comes rushing in with the chorus of girls and starts frantically, madly? telling main character guy about how....either he hasn't been doing much work lately or he has to pay for rent i duno...something like that&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but main character guy just brushes him off, pulls of his shirt and goes into the other room&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok so wat's happening is, there is main character guy, with the 2nd girl that he met on the way, with the first girl that he met hiding behind a big whiteboard on wheels and watching from the sides....and there's...me? sitting on a computer chair...actually not a computer chair...just a chair...without a back, but it can turn round and is on wheels....and the first girl sometimes hide behind me too&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;at this point, i sorta get the impression...like something tells me, that the girl hiding, is cameron diaz, the main character is heath ledger and the other girl...i've forgotten&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so i somehow noe that heath ledger is trying to seduce the other girl...and they're dancing and singing and stuff...and the chorus girls come in and play the piano for music and watch on the sides....one of them tries to reveal cameron diaz, but cameron stays put behind that whiteboard&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think that's it for this scenario&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the next one is: crazy traffic, advertisements for nuts, footpaths lit in the night, light posts, crazy sky activity, strange romance, charity....somehow linked to the frogs in a pond&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think this part is influenced partially by the little segment of 'the notebook' that i watched yesterday&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;just, as a foreword...this is a bit embarassing for me ok&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so we're at skool, and in this one, i am definitley the main character, for some reason i'm talking to david, my old crush, and he's taking me up and over the stairs that take you from the yr 12 lockerbay and up kinda to the senior skool office, or to the library...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think we're talkin about a ride home&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so we're over the stairs, but instead of the..place that should be there....there is the dock, pier thing from 'the notebook' but with railing around it...and there are a whole lot of parents hanging around there&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;he's taking me to his parents so he can ask if i can get a lift home&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm looking around trying to figure out which ones are his parents&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and it ends up that his mum looks like wats her name from 'the notebook's mum...except asian....and his dad just looked old, with glasses and asian...maybe like the old noah?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so yeh, i remember thinking while david explains to his mum....i thought that the mum better not think anything funny like we were a couple or anything cos i mean he already has a girlfriend and that i was just getting a lift and that were old friends.....which is weird because we are definitley none of those things in real life&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;she seems to approve and then we just stand there on the dock looking at the sky, because it is now nighttime and there are stars in the sky, it isn't dark yet, but then for some weird reason it looks a bit fake, the sky, and then suddenly the last of the light goes out like someone had just flicked it off....david puts his arm around me and it doesn't seem like a weird thing.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the stars do some weird movement....like they were a shell around the earth and it is rotating itself around...really fast....but it's just the stars...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and the sun is still  visible...although the sky is dark&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i lean my head on his shoulder and he looks down at me,and this is wen i realise, i as in me looking bak on it, that it wasn't david at all...but just a guy....a much taller, much handsome-er looking guy....but it was just something telling me, like how i knew that cameron diaz was hidding behind a whiteboard and heath ledger was seducing a strange woman with song and dance, that it was david&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, the sun starts rapidly moving down the sky, like in those cartoons where they try to show that time has gone by....and it is very weird...and unusual in the dream...so it is not a normal thing in this dream world&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and then out from under the pier...a vey close friend of mine with another comes sneaking out...i go join them and have a bit of a hissy fit at them for eavesdropping....and i have the image of them sitting underwater on one of those wheels that are usually tied to a tree and swung....and the really really close friend has big curly hair so it's all over the place...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and they tease about david contributing to some charity....as in somehow, the lift home was actually...i remember a number with a 5 in it...like $5000.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we start walking home...and this confuses me now, because wasn't 'david' going to give me a lift? and the way home is different now, it is still night time, but the footpaths are lit by the warm kind of light from shops and stuff...and there are lightposts and i remember going around a very pretty corner...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and then...the second friend of mine suddenly gets down on the footpath and there is a whole lot of nuts spread over half of the footpath and she uses her foot, with a red sock on it, to brush a red line across them...then looks up at us and smiles...then it turns into a tv commercial for nuts...with a voice over and everything...we keep walking...and there are people with red socks and nuts everywhere&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i remember something about it hurting to walk over them...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and then something happens to cause the traffic lights to stop working and suddenly all of the drivers have gotten a case of road rage and it's pretty scaring&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we get annoyed since one of the cars tried to run over one of us so i randomly kick a white car going past...the woman gives me a look&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and then....we're home...and apparently we all live together in a small flat..and it's very colourful..i remember red....and there's monica and a whole lot of frogs in a pond [the jelly] and it turns out that for the charity i was going to sell frogs in a pond....but if 'david' does his part then we needn't bother&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i argued that we should still make some frogs since we can't rely on him to actually go through with it but the others said it was a sure thing...like all best friends would do in a movie....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and monica eats her frog in a pond&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that's it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;something else, all through out the night and this morning even in my dreams, i've had two songs stuck in my head&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;first, and most of the time, it was from the rocky horror picture show, it's the part where the guy....is it 'rob'?...jannet's fiance, is saying 'help me mommy' and then wen the two servants come busting in with their guns and sing about taking over and how his mission is a failure....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and then i had chicago in my head....that song about billy...'we, want, billly' and 'i don't care about expensive things, diamond rings, don't mean a thing, all i care about is love' 'all he cares about is love'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lol thats it folks&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1949274214527287798-6895774232995189385?l=alien-rocker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alien-rocker.blogspot.com/feeds/6895774232995189385/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1949274214527287798.post-4713894503119883444</id><published>2008-07-16T17:11:00.002+10:00</published><updated>2008-07-16T17:15:16.798+10:00</updated><title type='text'>secret lesbians and punk outfits</title><content type='html'>ok i thought about it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it made me happy not because she had a job&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;which i realised is pretty stupid because...she most likely is in uni&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and you can have one of those arty bags in uni&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i noe i said it wasn't because she'd stopped wearing the punky clothes [while walkin past my house] but...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it is partially because of that&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;have you ever seen a mature person wearing a punky outfit?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you can be into punk sure, but i think that the wearing of a punk outfit is a bit...well you always think of a younger person wearing it...so my thinking is that she's grown up!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ah damn...i haven't figured it out yet&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i will keep trying to find the reason behind my happy feeling&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...i am quite sure it's not because i'm a secret lesbian&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1949274214527287798-4713894503119883444?l=alien-rocker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alien-rocker.blogspot.com/feeds/4713894503119883444/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1949274214527287798&amp;postID=4713894503119883444' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1949274214527287798/posts/default/4713894503119883444'/><link rel='self' 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i'm not sleeping again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i don't know why&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well i don't know exactly why&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it could be something got to do with not being able to sleep later on at night if i slept now&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;or it could just be part of some hidden plan of hers to deprive me of my sleep...my happiness&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today i saw this girl walk past my house&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;she used to do it alot more often....or just a lot more wen i was looking...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;she used to go to my skool&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;she was like 2years my senior&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and she used to make her own clothes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;she had a punk-ish style&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and maybe she's who got me into that little phase of kinda punk-ish-stuff&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but she is partially wat got me into making my own bags and tshirts&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so usually she'd be walking past in her punky clothes....boots, skirts, stockings, red stuff, black stuff....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but today...she walked past in almost normal clothes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it was a big skivvy...the type with the huge collars that you fold down and are still huge...and she wore pants...i didn't look closly enough to notice wat colour etc...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but the bit that made it special for me was that she carried one of those proffessional arty cases&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the one that you can carry on ur shoulder...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and it made me feel...something&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;happy i guess&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;not that she had left punkyness behind, although her outfit still seemed to stand out even though on anyone else it wouldn't have done poop&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but that my..inspiration has got a life? that she hasn't given up art&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and that she has a job, well i assumed that she had a job...but maybe she was just...looking for a job? with a folio of her stuff maybe...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i have to go dye my father's quickly fading hair&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it was weird today&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my parents came home from shopping at started to rapidly cook&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dad fried some pork chops, mum cooked some other meat, while baking this kind of combination of meat and egg.....and dad bought two crabs&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the house was cold since both doors were left open to let the cooking smells out&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it was a cooking frenzy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;alright gotta go&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1949274214527287798-345019029010655640?l=alien-rocker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alien-rocker.blogspot.com/feeds/345019029010655640/comments/default' title='Post 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1949274214527287798.post-2998934750242794360</id><published>2008-07-15T16:03:00.004+10:00</published><updated>2008-07-15T16:21:33.154+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Russell Kennedy</title><content type='html'>i just had a...brain wave...wave through me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i have an idea!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;for wenever it may come in handy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so leaving it here to prevent forgetfullness:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wen starting/promoting a business, like KandidFrank, grab handful of business cards and go down to the public library&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and stick the cards into a whole lot of books as if you had read the book and had forgotten ur 'bookmark' in it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;muahahaahaha...that way...people that read, intelligent! people, will come to know of ur business&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this brainwave waved to me wen i found a business card for a certain solicitor named 'cin dy wong' who works in a legal group 'Russell Kennedy' which is a member of the 'Kennedy Strang Legal Group'....confusing...but the point is, this card burried in between pages 310 and311 of a Tom Holt omnibus has given me brain waves&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yesterday i borrowed a book&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i started reading it to avoid hw, i only meant to read 1 chapter and...it's not that i couldn't put it down, it's just that wenever i finished doing something, picking up the book seemed like the right thing to do&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so by 1:30 that morning i had finished it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it was High Fidelity by Nick Hornby&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's a very memorable name, before i'd read the book i would remember the name but never could recall what it was exactly that he had written&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yeh it was a bit of a suprise that i liked it so much since a friend had really not enjoyed it and...i generally trust her opinion....hm, i have now just realised how trustable her opinion is to me ^____^ hi brittany! ....just read that over and it seems like i am saying that her opinion is not trustable...but i mean it in the straightest way, i really do think that her opinion is very trustable...i thought about alll the things i trust her taste in....if she says a certain band is good...then i will assume that it is good...not that i will actually put any effort into dwlding some of their stuff...but i will assume that it is good&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wen you read a book that has been made into a movie people usually ask whether it was better than the other or not&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i'll say, the movie was good, and without it, i probably wouldn't have enjoyed the novel as much...afterall...i do love quotes!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so, the book was great, especially with all the extra parts that aren't in the movie and the way everything is ordered differently and how you get to really understand wat is going on....but without the movie the novel wouldn't be as great...but still great....and the movie, was good! because of john cusak, jack black...the bald guy playing Dick, and joan cusak...i always had her voice and face in mind wen her character was in play in the novel....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anny way....today i've realised how little time i have left to finish my folio&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;basically 2months&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i am so screwed&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1949274214527287798-2998934750242794360?l=alien-rocker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alien-rocker.blogspot.com/feeds/2998934750242794360/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1949274214527287798.post-7012237950690477633</id><published>2008-07-11T20:52:00.002+10:00</published><updated>2008-07-11T20:55:40.540+10:00</updated><title type='text'>not quite wat i was thinking</title><content type='html'>lol yeh that did sound wrong; 'makes me want to have a preacher man's son'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm not ready for kids, obviously.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so i do not want to have the guys son...as in give birth to one....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it makes me want one....partner-wise&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;man i am so bored&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i went to sleep at 4....and got up at 8&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then watched 2 episodes of newley downloaded naruto...and it is almost 9pm&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i kinda wish the day would go faster...but then i kinda don't cos then...skool is coming bak.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i have a sore throat&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1949274214527287798-7012237950690477633?l=alien-rocker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alien-rocker.blogspot.com/feeds/7012237950690477633/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1949274214527287798&amp;postID=7012237950690477633' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1949274214527287798/posts/default/7012237950690477633'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1949274214527287798/posts/default/7012237950690477633'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alien-rocker.blogspot.com/2008/07/not-quite-wat-i-was-thinking.html' title='not quite wat i was thinking'/><author><name>alien-rocker</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00826201892684548540</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1949274214527287798.post-2010814031938666838</id><published>2008-07-11T13:38:00.002+10:00</published><updated>2008-07-11T13:45:18.162+10:00</updated><title type='text'>and thats the way it is</title><content type='html'>song that should be made into a movie:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;son of a preacher man&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;from the first time i heard it....on pulp fiction? i've always loved this song&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's so smooth and has a bit of a 'church-singing-people' thing to it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but the best part [for me] is the words&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;..it makes me want to have a preacher man's son&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;planned to do hw today&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and it is my excuse to not go with my mum to take my aunty from vietnam shopping&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so sat down at my very clean desk [and since it was already clean, there was nothing to do to avoid the hw], opened my books, sat for a bit, sighed and turned away&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i would love to go shopping, but i don't really like my aunty from vietnam&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i don't noe if it's that i don't like her, or if i just feel nervous around her&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so....i've been playing solitaire with the music playing for the last 20minutes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and now that i've mentioned my love for the song [isn't it funny that no matter who sings it, it always seems to sound the same?] i shall go bak to playing solitaire&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i got 56seconds today!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i hope to get 55 [talking about solitaire]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' 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is'/><author><name>alien-rocker</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00826201892684548540</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1949274214527287798.post-6826303036172524696</id><published>2008-07-10T21:16:00.001+10:00</published><updated>2008-07-10T21:18:14.982+10:00</updated><title type='text'>wat we bought today</title><content type='html'>my first recharge card&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's funny, i thought that the recharge card would be...a card&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and 1kg of gummy bears&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1949274214527287798-6826303036172524696?l=alien-rocker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1949274214527287798.post-7024764883384931335</id><published>2008-07-10T20:25:00.002+10:00</published><updated>2008-07-10T20:35:58.574+10:00</updated><title type='text'>LOL</title><content type='html'>you noe how i said i was gonna see dark knight...yesterday?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well i did [say it]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and it ends up that we were a little confused but didn't realise that we were confused until we'd gotten to knox and had been standing around for about 10 minutes [since we were early]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lucky we didn't go up to the ticket box...that would have been embarrassing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yes we are going to see dark knight on the day that it comes out&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but that day was not yesterday&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it is next week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you noe was it ridiculous&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;blockbuster closing at 9pm&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;why, would a video store close at 9pm??!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's like the cinemas stopping their movies at 9pm&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;absolutely stupid&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;even the pizza place [that we usually order pizza from then borrow dvds and come bak to pick it up] stays open later&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;stupid stupid stupid&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so we ended up just ordering pizza and sitting in the chair and flipping though women's magazines and judging who was the prettiest and who was just not until the pizzas were ready then went home to watch run fat boy run....then my brother's kinda-girlfriend called so me and brian watched death at a funeral for about 45min then we went bak to run fat boy fun and then we watched '300'...then we slept&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yeh...today i alphabeticallised all my dvds&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and put all my tealights into a box&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;billy is pretty organised now&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[yeh billy is the shelf's actual name, ikea has a thing for giving male names to their products, i saw two other names the other day but i've already forgotten..]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm so tired, it's weird&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and my fingers hurt....especially wen i type....owwwwww.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lol ok&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1949274214527287798-7024764883384931335?l=alien-rocker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alien-rocker.blogspot.com/feeds/7024764883384931335/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1949274214527287798&amp;postID=7024764883384931335' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1949274214527287798/posts/default/7024764883384931335'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1949274214527287798/posts/default/7024764883384931335'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alien-rocker.blogspot.com/2008/07/lol.html' title='LOL'/><author><name>alien-rocker</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00826201892684548540</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1949274214527287798.post-5568567809157278516</id><published>2008-07-09T17:10:00.002+10:00</published><updated>2008-07-09T17:13:13.539+10:00</updated><title type='text'>oh yeh</title><content type='html'>and my passion for old movies is growing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i watched roman holiday on tv the other day&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;loved it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and a longer time ago 'gigi' was on tv...didn't get to see the end but i find that i really do wanna see the rest&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and watched 'some like it hot' again...hilarious...the whole family watched it...well brian was there for bits of it and older brother wasn't home...but me, mum and dad watched it and we all liked it...ok  gonna go...brian found Karsten today&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;karsten is a chair ^_____^&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1949274214527287798-5568567809157278516?l=alien-rocker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alien-rocker.blogspot.com/feeds/5568567809157278516/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1949274214527287798&amp;postID=5568567809157278516' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1949274214527287798/posts/default/5568567809157278516'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1949274214527287798/posts/default/5568567809157278516'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alien-rocker.blogspot.com/2008/07/oh-yeh.html' title='oh yeh'/><author><name>alien-rocker</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00826201892684548540</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1949274214527287798.post-8327129925897726497</id><published>2008-07-09T16:51:00.002+10:00</published><updated>2008-07-09T17:10:35.185+10:00</updated><title type='text'>the day i found billy</title><content type='html'>yesterday i found billy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;billy is tall, strong and quiet&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;not exactly dark...he's quite light&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i found him in Ikea&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway talk about that later....just wanna talk about some movies&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;day before yesterday i dwled and watched run fat boy run and it was so good!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;brian loves it too&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when it was out i hadn't started watching black books yet so didn't noe dylan moran but now i do and it's even better than it could have been before!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yup it's so good...that i want to buy it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and yesterday i suddenly felt myself in the jane austen mood so watched pride and prejudice, the one with wats her name...keira knightley in it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i discovered that mr darcy is the same actor as the guy in death at a funeral!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but even so...he is so...i can't say hot....so dashing....mmmmmm&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&lt;&gt;&lt;!--&lt;br--&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ah gotta calm down&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i watched ella enchanted day before yesterday too&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it was alright&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm reading oliver twist&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i've never seen any of the movies that play quite often on tv&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but i've gotten to this bit where i don't want to go any further because i just know wat is going to happen and i don't want it to happen&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i feel that if i don't read on then oliver will stay in this happy state of living and the bad bad thing that i know will happen will not happen!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, billy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;have you figured it out yet?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;billy is a shelf&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;202mm by something&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i need to go to the reject shop, buy some boxes to put in billy and under my bed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i had a dream this morning..you noe wen you wake up then go bak to sleep and then you have a dream....yeh anyway&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in my morning dream there was billy, waiters, me [waitress]...although i didn't notice wat any1 was wearing but it was just known that we were waitering....and an old..family friend...all sitting at a big table...although billy was agains the wall...and i felt guilty for using up all the billy space, not sharing it with any of the others...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we're seeing dark knight tonight!!! knox vmax ^____________^ excited...heath ledger...i feel bad for christian bale...he's the main character but it's become so much more about heath ledger....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yeh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i haven't done any hw...yesterday and today....i'm stuffed...got so much maths hw...and getting very behind in my studio art folio&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and japanses -____-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...i need to start driving lessons&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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billy'/><author><name>alien-rocker</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00826201892684548540</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1949274214527287798.post-3257509021350525984</id><published>2008-07-05T14:51:00.002+10:00</published><updated>2008-07-05T14:57:17.482+10:00</updated><title type='text'>funny looking get ups</title><content type='html'>i had a bit of a dilemma before&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i had too many plans coming in for the last week of the holidays and i really needed to do alot of hw and to do some...stuff...like driving lessons, cleaning my room [ALL of it...not just the top of my desk] and baking and making stuff that i keep delaying and shortening the pants of the house...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and the only way i noe i can get myself to do it...is to isolate myself so that i get so absolutley, desparetly bored that i just feel compelled to do my chores&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but i didn't want to blow off all the people i had planned things to do&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and then this morning, a solution came up&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in a bit of a funny looking get-up&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i got grounded&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;time to go do some cleaning....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1949274214527287798-3257509021350525984?l=alien-rocker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alien-rocker.blogspot.com/feeds/3257509021350525984/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1949274214527287798&amp;postID=3257509021350525984' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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whyyy?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;not because i have suddenly changed my mind and no longer want some of them&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but because i have bought some!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today i got the soundtrack to 'the history boys' and 'kill bill' volumes 1&amp;2 and a 2nd hand cd of 'get smart' it's some audiobits of the series....i've only listened to the first one and its looking good!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i also got 'who framed roger rabbit' which turned out to be even better than i had remembered! and the 30 hit performances of elvis presley&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...i'm waiting for this thing to install....'something' suite....i just wanted illustrator but my brothers gotten me a whole suite....and messenger can't be open to install it so yeh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;heh...i just did a very silly thing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i went to take out the 'get smart' cd and automatically pressed the eject button of the top cd rom...which we use the most....and out came the cd i was using to install illustrator&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;silly me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm feeling so guilty about hw&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm screwed for japanese...the...reading? outcome is...hm i don't noe wen it is....the first day back...and i still have to learn the damn forms...a whole lot of verbs...and the damn chapters that i've missed....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i'm screwed for studio art if i don't get going!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;screwed screwed screwed!!!....i'll just watch as my fantasy of getting into top arts sails further and further away....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ah this is depressing....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1949274214527287798-6717413604527395734?l=alien-rocker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alien-rocker.blogspot.com/feeds/6717413604527395734/comments/default' title='Post 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1949274214527287798.post-2547854028054745880</id><published>2008-06-30T13:41:00.003+10:00</published><updated>2008-06-30T14:23:38.740+10:00</updated><title type='text'>silly brian</title><content type='html'>has capped our internet&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so it took me forevveeer to get here&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yup, i now want to watch that 'once' movie monica recommended&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i looked it up on wikipedia and did a quick skim of the top part of the plot&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;interesting&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i had a weird dream last nite&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;someone was eating my moisturiser&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;worked on saturday&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;was exhausted the next day but was still woken up by firstly older brother coming in before leaving for work 3 times to talk about laptops and movies and 'how was yesterday'...all replied with 'mh' and then...mother storming in 'jessie jessie!' and she tells me that no proper girl sleeps until 10 and that we're going to a winery...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20 minutes later...i look at the clock and it is 10to10.....my mother's internal clock must be half an hour late...or her mind just automatically reads the time wrong&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so we went to a french winery called 'chandon' which put the edith piaff song 'chanson d'mour' in my head for the rest of the day &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and it was cold and windy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but it looked crowded inside and we weren't gonna be trying any wine anyway&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so we waited outside&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;brian was dissappointed that he couldn't find any good picture oppurtinities&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and freaked out wen the thought came to him that maybe he shouldn't be on the grass&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it was funny&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i wonder if i'll be a wine person?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;or a coffee person&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i hope not a beer person&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yehhh so after that i had the sudden urge to go to a big candy store and splurge all my money on many different sweets and other things bad for my teeth&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so we got dropped off at the glen&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and brian and i went to safeway to buy a box of shapes and a packet of sour cream and onion chips&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then tried some delicious samples of some type of spanish donut....yum&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and then went to sweet as where we got a pack of those coke lollies and a pack of those.....chocolates.....the speckles? mixed with the caramel ones and white choc ones and milk choc ones....the stuff you'd pay 5c for two in primary skool&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yup&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then got home ate an apple and sat under the heater watching kill bill while munching on shapes and lollies&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;saving the chips for another movie&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and thennnn i eventuallly went to sleep&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i slept forever&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;or until every1 else had dissappeared to their rooms...but of course they still left me with a full sink&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hm...come to think of it...i didn't really eat dinner&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so i stayed up...watching tv....watched.....rove...then....something on channel 7 i think...i duno...a whole lot of...oh yeh...lipstick jungle....then...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;biiggg interuption just then&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;older brother just called to talk about movie to watch tonite...and the reason it took forever is that the silly internet took sooo longggg&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ah now i'm sleepy&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1949274214527287798-2547854028054745880?l=alien-rocker.blogspot.com' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1949274214527287798.post-6838630959593364440</id><published>2008-06-15T16:17:00.001+10:00</published><updated>2008-06-15T16:19:42.558+10:00</updated><title type='text'>an email to emily, minus a bit about copying dvds</title><content type='html'>EMILYYY!!! [yehhh i love ur name...i will take it for my future daughter...but it's not personally from you!!!...just the name..^___^]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway.... guess wat&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i taught jaszelle [remember her?] a new word! it was 'funky'!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i was the only one with the kids to see zach [the 2nd kid] first walk!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yup and my aunty is pregnant again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;have you seen the movie 'the history boys'?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's gooood i watched it twice in two days&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i was trying to dwld the soundtrack but it's no good&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'll keep looking...maybe torrent it....but if i can't i think i'll buy it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm listening to jolly holiday from mary poppins ^___________^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if you want i can copy guys and dolls and some like it hot for you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;no1 but me is home&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so i'm watching hot and sweaty porn&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...not&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;^___^""&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but i do plan to go and watch some dvds that i have bought and still not gotten the chance to watch&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;guesss wat!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i bought the first season of black books on friday!!! it was $15!! all of the seasons were but i didn't have enough money to buy more than one&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i borrowed the 8th [the last] season of 'red dwarf' from the library....one day i will watch all 7 previous seasons lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that girl that you talked about in the last email...forgot name...she looks like a jackie...but that's not wat i wanted to say....um yeh...i've always thought of her and weird...not weird..just not really likeable....mhm...and now that you have confirmed my suspicions i now feel i have the right to feel bad feelings when i see her ^___^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this mary poppins song is making me feel veryy happy even though i am saying kinda mean things...strange...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's the aristocats now lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i was listening to the goons today in the car...'where no hooman eyes had ever set foot on to' ...or something like that...i was trying to remember it but then all these other cool quotes came up and then i got home and had an hour long napp and a shower and opened a word document...and closed it....and then i was gonna go watch a dvd wen i remembered our emailingg...and since i'm in such a good mood i thought i should take advantage of it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ahh! guess wat!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in literature..have i told you...i'm not doing so great...all my marks are 'good' which isn't very good...but for my exam i got.....'VG'!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i have now officially broken past the 'gd' barrier..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i am no longer just plain good...and very plainly good...hm that doesn't sound right&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hehe..beauty and the beast song is playing...and it's the teapot singing about the sun rising and then suddenly...the sun rose!! such a happy day&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on friday...i ran to get to the bus stop on time...and i ended up waiting close to an hour for the bus to come!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wat is with that?!?!?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;stupid bus&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think i'm failing japanese&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it is baddddddd&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but i like lollies&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so it's all good&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;rocky horror picure show is here...do you think it'd be good?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i don't noe much about it...but i think it'd be good&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i keep eating my precious lollies....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...i'll eat some biscuits instead&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mum made curry the other day...and it tastes best atleast a day after it's cooked....so i'm soooo hungry and waiting...but no1 is home...and mum's gonna buy some bread to eat it with too....hm...am i supposed to cook rice?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm gonna copy this email into my blog...since if i write in my blog i don't send emails to you cos it'd be saying the same thing and i get tired of being all talkative....but if i send emails to you insteado of the blog then melody will complain....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but this way...i get replies from both you and melody....and brittany...and monica....and i just found out that trina reads my blog without commenting...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;personally i like ur replies better cos they're longgger and they talk about you...which is interesting [every now and then ^___^ jk] and cos we don't talk much now&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;heheheheehe.....there are mice singing now....hehehe....'suprise suprise a pretty suprise for cinderrelly' LOL be smart and notice that it's a song from cinderella...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now where are those biscuits..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i swear i had lots more to say..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but my cold and stiff fingers are tired from typing and i yearn to lie under my heater watching something funny&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;byyeee!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;jess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cruella deville, cruella deville, if she doesn't scare you, no evil thing will!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1949274214527287798-6838630959593364440?l=alien-rocker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alien-rocker.blogspot.com/feeds/6838630959593364440/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1949274214527287798&amp;postID=6838630959593364440' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1949274214527287798/posts/default/6838630959593364440'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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have today and tomorrow to cram in as much japanese as i can for two kanji tests and one reading outcome on saturday&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and yet, i find myself on the computer writing a blog entry and thinking of writing a looong email to emily&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...and then possibly watching a movie, or a few episodes of red dwarf&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha, brian was just lying on his bed reading quitely...and then 'AHHHHHHH my EYE!!!' and he's running to the bathroom&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;here's wat happened, he ate a vietnamese bread thing, aka $2 bread, and there was chili in it, and then, when he rubbed his eye he got chili eye...and this is wat happens in 'the happening' lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think my parents are thinking of moving&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;they have been for a while&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but i'm not sure if it's...we're all moving....or we'll wait till you finish high skool then move...or we'll buy it and move into wen you guys have moved out...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hm, i think we've narrowed it down to glen iris or camberwell&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i only noe glen iris...as in the station that you pass on the way to the city&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i got constantine!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nat, one of the three that bought me 'sound of music' for my birthday has returned it and gotten constantine instead&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and emily, the other of the three that bought me 'sound of music' got me 'guys and dolls'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;life is good&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dvd's are good&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i need something to keep them in, they're spilling off my little platform in the corner of my room&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;gonna need to make a trip to target of reject shop sometime soon, preferably wen i have some1 to drive me home&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;gotta fix my dvd list....it's out of date...i want so many more dvds ^_______^ and i've gotten some of them too&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mayybe...i should make a list of dvds that i have...it's like boasting about my pride and joy, somehow, it doesn't sound like a very nice thing to do&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;book club tomorrow!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;gat tomorrow!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and it's right across lunch time, 10am-1:10pm....the stomachs will rumble&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i've chosen which potential solution i will go though with for studio art&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the first one will be where i'll make tshirts that 'bust' the cliches around certain occupations&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and the second one will be where i have tshirts out to hang&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think i will have a shower now&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and then possibly start writing my focus statement&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;japanese...oh no.....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1949274214527287798-1177839623660569596?l=alien-rocker.blogspot.com' alt='' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1949274214527287798.post-1603715046100589334</id><published>2008-06-09T17:06:00.002+10:00</published><updated>2008-06-09T17:18:57.380+10:00</updated><title type='text'>wat happened on the long weekend</title><content type='html'>on friday me and julia went to the city, primarily to properly investigate the full of brunswick st&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on saturday i went to work and my older brother, after buying hungry jacks for lunch, put the bag of food ontop of his car to get in, and drove off...so had to go get some subway instead&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on sunday i did not leave the house once but watched police academy 1&amp;2&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and today, i went with my mum and aunty [who is not really my aunty] to knox to buy lots of stuff [with mum's money] and then went to max brenners for chocolate&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this weekend was pretty good&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wow, friday = spending my money, saturday = earning money, sunday = being a lazy bum, monday = spening mothers money&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think it was a well spread weekend&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and yes it is official, i am not recieving any emails to tell me if any1 has commented&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but lets talk about wat i have bought!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on friday, i got one black shirt...long sleeve and loose enough to wear over stuff...so like a light jumper....and 2 black t-shirts; one of johnny cash and one of  marvin the martian&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and then i went and bought two dvds from easy dvd, major payne and a double feature of police academy1&amp;2&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;todayyy...i spent much more money&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;one pair of black tights...with the foot part...so they're not footless tights...lol...i'm going round a bit...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a white jag belt for $25&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a loooong jacket [to wear with a short skirt ^____^] 30% off...so was $160 but got it  for $110&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and a pair of high heels...sexy high heels..muahahahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and since the shop had a, buy one get on half price thing going on, and i couldn't find any other shoes that i really wanted...i bought a small black back...pretty good&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and all that from knox, mostly myer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but i never noticed how many shoe shops knox had before...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i didn't go to jb&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm saving jb for friday book club&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;brittany, wanna come with me to help me decide how to use my gift card?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;random comment of the day:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think i wanna try out tampons&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1949274214527287798-1603715046100589334?l=alien-rocker.blogspot.com' alt='' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1949274214527287798.post-8064716425735555432</id><published>2008-06-08T17:48:00.003+10:00</published><updated>2008-06-08T18:02:02.992+10:00</updated><title type='text'>cut short, mother calls</title><content type='html'>5 little ducks went out one day&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;over the hills and far away&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mother duck said 'quack quack quack quack'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but only 4 little ducks came back again...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this is wat is in my head right now...over and over and over again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;some of the other things been in my head for the last couple of days include the evil but comical laugh of damon wayans [sp?] in the movie 'majoy payne', the police academy theme song and the song from primary skool year 6; sinconstipation...or atleast, i think that's wat it's  called..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i just remember the tune and made up the words for 2 lines...that i sang over and over and over again yesterday&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;at the wedding btw&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sinconstipation...acrosss the nation...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;except i think across the nation is right....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yup i worked outside last nite&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;first in the afternoon me and another waiter worked in the garden for the ceremony part where we just served soft drinks and finger food&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ppl were itching for some alchohol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but all we could give was colld soft drink on a glum windy afternoon&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but everyone appreciated the warm finger food ^_________^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and then after that i came in to the reception to find everyone in chaos&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the wedding, like usual, had been planned down to the seating arrangements but even then, somehow, everything stuffed up&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the table numbers were wrong, the number of tables were off, and people were confused as to where to sit&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so, the waiters were in a flurry to bring out more tables, chairs and grabbing the settings from one table and transferred to another table on the other side of the room&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i, having just come in, found it hard to keep up with which tables i waas supposed to pack up and move and the tables i was to set up&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in the end it was ok&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i had two kids tables&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;which turned out better than i thought it would&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the kids would run around and muck around butthey always came back to eat&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;one table  was of the boys and another was for the girls&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the boys were the coolest&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...not in a pedophile way&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;they were super cute and would put their hands up and yell 'excuse me!' to get my attention and ask me wat was next or wen the dessert was coming of even just to tell me that they didn't want to eat the rest of their share so i could pack it up..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it was good&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the ones in the hard to reach corner handed me their bowls so i didn't haveto go squishing into cramped spots&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and since it was hard  to count exactly how many kids were out there i first brought out serves for 10 each table and slowly reduced the number till less servings were left untouched, although alot of the time, if there were left overs i would offer to the boys the left overs and they would gasp with excitement and grab it....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1949274214527287798-8064716425735555432?l=alien-rocker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1949274214527287798.post-3405445646814444387</id><published>2008-05-11T15:57:00.003+10:00</published><updated>2008-05-11T15:58:38.754+10:00</updated><title type='text'>strange pom poms</title><content type='html'>i haven't been getting any emails about any comments lately&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i just found out that i have been getting them [comments]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think maybe my inbox was full?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so i've just deleted evvveerrrything&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i must go and do some hw...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;just a tiny bit&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...i think i'm finally in the baking mood [exactly wen i was trying to do hw?]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1949274214527287798-3405445646814444387?l=alien-rocker.blogspot.com' alt='' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1949274214527287798.post-3640984628709249931</id><published>2008-05-10T18:18:00.002+10:00</published><updated>2008-05-10T18:22:29.183+10:00</updated><title type='text'>scent-madness</title><content type='html'>i just looked through the jb maymadness catalogoue which reminded me that i desperately want ps i love you [movie]!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;moonlight is filming again!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i stayed up till 3 last nite watching the two episodes i missed.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ahh.....it was good ^__________^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now i just want to snuggle up in the lounge room under the air-con-that-can-do-warm-stuff-as-well wrapped in a blanket and watching something....like ps i love you &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm going to work....wow....in 9minutes...i thought i had another half hour&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;must go and change into kitchen clothes and wash my hands and face...they smell funny...already.....strange.....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1949274214527287798-3640984628709249931?l=alien-rocker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alien-rocker.blogspot.com/feeds/3640984628709249931/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1949274214527287798&amp;postID=3640984628709249931' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1949274214527287798/posts/default/3640984628709249931'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1949274214527287798/posts/default/3640984628709249931'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alien-rocker.blogspot.com/2008/05/scent-madness.html' title='scent-madness'/><author><name>alien-rocker</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00826201892684548540</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1949274214527287798.post-8429800338090087887</id><published>2008-05-03T19:56:00.003+10:00</published><updated>2008-05-03T20:31:43.578+10:00</updated><title type='text'>miserable feelings</title><content type='html'>i'm not liking english tuition&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;first off&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i planned to work 2dai&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but there was tuition and there was no way my mum was gonna be able to take me...i didn't want to have to get one of the other waiters to have to come late to pick me up but my mum said she'd  get my brother to take me since he can come late..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but it ends up, my brother has gone and stayed over at his girlfriend's place and is going straight there after his work [that is 7 days a week instead of 5...suspicious] and is expecting my mum to bring all his stuff...sheesh....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my aunty takes me to tuition and hangs around for 1.5 hours and then takes me home...then does the same thing on sunday for brian&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;which i feel really bad about since she doesn't have to but she does...takes time out of her weekend [wen she's been working the other 5 days] and..we're [me n brian] not very nice to her.....she's not a very likeable person.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and it's stupid cos my brother had promised before to take me and brian to all of our tuition things but now that he has a 'job' he just shrugs off alll his responsibilites...is rarely home....only time i see him talkin to mum is wen complaining about dinner..'i don't eat wedding rice' 'i need some meat'...and he always says it in such a 'telling-off' way like mum has done something wrong...'i TOLD you i don't eat this and this and this...' &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wen he came back from japan he was like that and then said he'd make his own food and wash his own clothes.....not anymore....he complains about the washing as well sheesh...and my mum really does seem to believe that it's her fault&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the wanker&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm angry now&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i can't take a 3 day weekend&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i didn't go to skool on friday since it was athletics and i really didn't wanna go...plus i felt i needed more time to do some hw...since i was gonna be working on saturday and all...and now i'm not working 2dai and i am suddenly bored out of my mind&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bored...cold...hungry.....stressing about hw....and needing to call primary skool friends about my birthday since i don'thave em all on msn...hm...hold on....ok i just sent an email....hope everyone gets the message&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ahhh i duno...this feeling of misery has been with me since yesterday wen i found outthat there was no way to get to work 2dai....except wen i was at jap skool&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;jap skool is great&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;only cos i have great friends ^_____^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;english tuition&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;rmemeber i said that the secretary told me the class was all boys and one girl&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well that one girl is pricilla!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;which was good at the start&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but then this guy walks in late and they're like hi! and cos there's no more space on out table he goes to sit behind us....and from eavesdropping i learn that she had started talkin to him last week and yeh....they obviously wanted to talk to each other....prob alone.....i was a third wheel!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i felt miserable&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and awkward&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ahhh miserable feelings!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i would love to say it is puberty...mood swings...but this is a bloody long moodswing! i don't want to think that maybe this is how i am and will be feeling miserable a whole lot during my lifetime&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i really hate skool&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;all the bad feelings come from something starting at skool&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's mostly stress from all the subjects and the never ending sacs &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;like seriously...two weeks ago i was choc full with sacs and then i was like...yay...no more sacs for at least a while right? but then the next week art teacher drops a bomb on us and suddenly we're all rushin to  get our folio's done and then we start getting all these sacs and stuff for next week.....shit! just shit shit shit....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...bad word&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and exams come in a month&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm gonna watch charmed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i really don't see wats so good abt high skool&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tafe would be cool&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1949274214527287798-8429800338090087887?l=alien-rocker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alien-rocker.blogspot.com/feeds/8429800338090087887/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1949274214527287798&amp;postID=8429800338090087887' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1949274214527287798/posts/default/8429800338090087887'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1949274214527287798/posts/default/8429800338090087887'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alien-rocker.blogspot.com/2008/05/miserable-feelings.html' title='miserable feelings'/><author><name>alien-rocker</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00826201892684548540</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1949274214527287798.post-938727324293290</id><published>2008-04-28T22:40:00.002+10:00</published><updated>2008-04-28T23:12:57.671+10:00</updated><title type='text'>finally, the wish list</title><content type='html'>dvds:&lt;br /&gt;Black Books - box set&lt;br /&gt;kill bill 1&amp;2&lt;br /&gt;billy elliot&lt;br /&gt;constantine&lt;br /&gt;gorillaz: Phase 1 - celebrity takedown&lt;br /&gt;          Phase 2 - slowboat to hades&lt;br /&gt;the lion king&lt;br /&gt;titan ae&lt;br /&gt;sound of music&lt;br /&gt;scrubs -season 2&lt;br /&gt;coupling -season 4&lt;br /&gt;friends -season1&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cds:&lt;br /&gt;humour cd's (eg. demetri martin)&lt;br /&gt;jack johnson (not: on and on)&lt;br /&gt;blood sweat and tears&lt;br /&gt;jamie callum (not: twentysomething)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;other:&lt;br /&gt;a watch&lt;br /&gt;gloves&lt;br /&gt;bag (any type: book, hand etc)&lt;br /&gt;shoes &lt;br /&gt;scarf (not black or white)&lt;br /&gt;belt (one of those skinny ones?)&lt;br /&gt;clothes...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i finally did some art work 2dai.....one page....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;still avoiding vcd and literature&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh, didn't go to skool 2dai, too sleepy in the morning and i really just did not want to go to skool. i lay there thinking of all the subjects i have....and since i've been pretty sick lately...it wasn't too hard to persuade mum to lemme stay home&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i slept till 1, tried to eat some fried rice by brian [yesterday] and then got on the computer and tried to dwld some music...which i haven't done in a while...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and limewire wouldn't connect....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so i was looking on itunes for some audiobooks....but you had to buy them all...so then i looked at the podcasts and wen i finally found one i wanted to try out i subscribed to it and it dwlded on my itunes but i couldn't get it onto my ipod? so that was lame&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;one of the most popular audiobooks was short erotic stories...now wen i see someone listening to their ipod i'll think...wat are you listening to?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i've got these neil diamond songs i dwlded ages ago...one of those dwld-but-never-listen-to batch....and i've been listening to em lately....i really like 'rock me gently' and 'song sung blue'...not red red wine tho lol....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on sunday i made some banana muffins and some white choc cookies&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i'm getting lots of wonderful praise for it ^___________^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;even tho the muffins are slightly over cooked and dry and the cookies too big&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yeh lots of johnny cash plays on shuffle as well...doesn't sound good but the lyrics make it wonderful&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i dunno wat to write in my absent note....the skool is going crazy with trying to get medical certificates....so i can't say i was unwell...i've thought about it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and all i've come up with is 'jetlag' -__________-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i worked in the kitchen on friday and  then waitressed on saturday&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on saturday...at about the dessert the exhaustion finally hit me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'd slept late the nite before [wedding] and then woken up early the next day for jap skool then i came back, watched half an episode of charmed, gotten ready for work and went to tuition....excpet since my mum was stressing anddidn't have enough time....i didn't go to tuition...so we went to the reception and left my books in the car....and i didn't eat dinner since it was wedding leftovers from the day before and i am sick of leftovers....and then add on to that, my mum is introducing a new method of serving.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;instead of bringing out a plate of food for ten and splitting it at the table, it is all split in the kitchen and for all except the lobster and fish/rice, the guys bring it out in a tray and the girls put it down table by table...while refilling drinks and taking care of all tables, then we go around with small trays slowly taking up finished dishes and then the next course comes out. for the lobster and fish/rice we go in and grab as many plates as possible and go in and out...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and the walking is tiring!!!1&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i broke some plates that day, in the kitchen....i had a small tray full of dessert plates [dirty], three stacks, and as i took off the second stack the tray got unbalanced and toppled in the last stacks direction and yeh.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and there was a quail incident, which wasn't really an incident...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;one plate...has two halves of a quail on it, mixed salad and a lemon slice on it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i accident knocked one of the three plates in my hands on a chair...and one half fell off and next to the chair...and i just walked on...hmm...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and later acted like it was all the fault of the kitchen...just brought it inside saying there was only one....heh...i wonder wat happened to that quail half...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i have this habit of just walking slowly in any direction while looking around at tables for stuff to do which would be fine if i didn't bump into things...chairs, people, knocking peoples jackets off the backs of their chairs, kids running around, bags on the floor....walking off stages......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lol yeh that one was embarassing....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ahhh my feet hurted alot...and my nose was full of snot...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there was alot of packing up in the end which sucked...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok...i'm gonna go now....watch some forbidden charmed&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1949274214527287798-938727324293290?l=alien-rocker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alien-rocker.blogspot.com/feeds/938727324293290/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1949274214527287798&amp;postID=938727324293290' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1949274214527287798/posts/default/938727324293290'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1949274214527287798/posts/default/938727324293290'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alien-rocker.blogspot.com/2008/04/finally-wish-list.html' title='finally, the wish list'/><author><name>alien-rocker</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00826201892684548540</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1949274214527287798.post-7858427429955556652</id><published>2008-04-24T19:14:00.002+10:00</published><updated>2008-04-24T19:36:00.786+10:00</updated><title type='text'>feelin good - nina simone</title><content type='html'>so i'm sitting here with my little almost-two-year-old cousin fighting over the computer while singing about all the spicks and the specks that the beegees wrote about&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i feel strangely refreshed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the weirdest thing i did today&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;is wen i went searching through me pencil case for my vaseline, pick up the glue stick and removed the lid....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i wonder wat i was planning to do with the glue stick?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now my cousin is bossing me around, pushing the chair around on it's wheels and yelling at me to get off...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i feel small&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haven't done any hw 2dai&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;since it was a curriculum day i planned to get all my hw done so that i can dedicate the whole of tomorrow to working and saturday to japansese school, english tuition and work again...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but you can't expect me to do any work while i have an insane two yr old bossing me around in my mothers boots as well as another almost-1yr old that is running a fever...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ahhhh that brat...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i have these stencils that i've been cutting out during the last few days and they're on my table and i told jaszelle many time already during the day not to touch them...but she just keeps on touching em....and then just then she pushed em all off the desk...and they're see through!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i told her to pick em up and she says no....over and over again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then starts picking up the other suff on my desk and scrunching em up..i tell her not to and she keeps doing it...i take it away and she reaches for something else....arhhhhh the little curly haired smoosh...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and then i tell her that if she's not gonna pick it up then she can go bak into the kitchen....and i take her off the chair and nudge her in the general direction..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;she goes...then halfway through the hallway she turns around and glaring says 'don't push me' and i say 'then don't do things i tell you not to' and the stubborn people we are...it goes on and on and on...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and then the door bell rings and her mum is home...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ahhhhhhhhhh &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;she also took one of the charmed cds and slobered on it and dropped it and pushed it around....i noe...my fault for leaving it out...but just adds to the annoyance....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok so the point of this post was to put up my wish list&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;........but i'm not in the happy list kind of mood.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ah yeh....i've just had my second comment by someone that is not monica/brittany/melody....it's nice to noe that ur posts aren't that empty...yeh i couldn't get to that person's blog tho....so all i have to say is 'your welcome to read through all my...mostly-bad-feeling-ramblings'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;....curly is back at my desk&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1949274214527287798-7858427429955556652?l=alien-rocker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alien-rocker.blogspot.com/feeds/7858427429955556652/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1949274214527287798.post-5203107879948413063</id><published>2008-04-20T18:28:00.004+10:00</published><updated>2008-04-20T18:41:03.171+10:00</updated><title type='text'>this is just to say...</title><content type='html'>y'noe how you have a test or something coming up and you've gotta read through ur notes  or read through the text  book but you just can't because there are so many other cool things you could be doing? like changing the song that is playing, squishing the little round thing on ur desk, thinking about....anything...anything else.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well i have a solution!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lock urself in the toilet with ur notes and read!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;no distractions...toilet paper does get boring.....and nothing to do but look at the book in ur lap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;call me gross, call me dirty [no1's ever called me dirrrrty before ^-^] but it works!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and...there is this poem that john made us write down last year and i really like it...it's called 'this is just to say' by William Carles:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have eaten&lt;br /&gt;the plums&lt;br /&gt;that were in&lt;br /&gt;the icebox&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and which&lt;br /&gt;you were probably&lt;br /&gt;saving&lt;br /&gt;for breakfast&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;forgive me&lt;br /&gt;they were delicious&lt;br /&gt;so sweet&lt;br /&gt;and so cold&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...i think i am ignoring hw&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;no, i'm not&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...i think i'm in denial&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.............only good feelings now!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1949274214527287798-5203107879948413063?l=alien-rocker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1949274214527287798.post-6354517157397791454</id><published>2008-04-20T17:33:00.003+10:00</published><updated>2008-04-20T17:58:43.403+10:00</updated><title type='text'>bad feelings about bums</title><content type='html'>argghhhhh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bum bum bummmmmmmmmmmmmms everywhere in my head&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;spinning, whirling, squishing the many things inside my head, farting...sharting...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yup, bad feelings, bad day, can't concentrate either cos my ears won't stop trying to eaves drop on my parents&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;they're talkin to this couple from last nite, it was a 400ppl wedding and they wanted everything served seperately....so it would have been hectic&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but now we have problems&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;they've come to finalise the payment but we're 'discussing' the 'issue' [word the bride keeps using] of the vegetarians&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;she keeps saying that she noes that we don't make the vegetarian food ourself, we buy it from other people....but the problem is that two extra vegetarians came last nite along with a whole lot of other extra people which screwed up the seating plans and we didn't have enough vegetarian food so some people got some food that we take from the other function that is going on in one of the other rooms....so they want to know where the pasta is coming from and stuff.....neh....too complicated &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lets talk about me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bummer no.1 black books is no longer on abc2 on fridays....i'll have to chek if it's just changedd time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bummer no.2 neither is stupid stupid man....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bummer no.3 i have a sore throat&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bummer no.4 i started watching the 4th season of charmed and there seems to  be one episode in between seasons that is missing....first everyone's dying then all of a sudden everybody's ok except prue who is...dead.....damnit!!! wat's happening?!!?!?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bummer no.5 i have a apparently very hard methods test 2morrow&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bummer no.6 i can't seem to concentrate long enough to finish the set hw on the next chapter let alone study for that silly test&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bummer no.7 i've lost my very beautiful expensive fine liner&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bummer no.8 i stupidly put money into my brother's school account instead of mine cos stuff prints so well on his account....everything prints even on broken printers...but brian changed his password and...forgot...it.....and it's been 3 weeks and i need to print out stuff for my folio....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bummer no.8 i can't work on my folio because of bummers no.6,7&amp;8&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bummer no.9 i went with my mum to hang around box hill while brother was in tuition so i could possibly relax and get into hw mode....but it had the opposite affect&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bummer no.10 i am consequently very mad, mad, mad&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bummer no.11 i have some very gross liquid and balls inside me, otherwise known as gross bubble cup...with silly azn girls that work at the counter that gave me gross pearls instead of the jelly that i asked for...and she repeated to ensure she was right...but still got it wrong....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bummer no.12 ....i still have to work to do&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bummer no.13 i was trying to switch my methods tuition to english....but the class is now full except for one guy that i overheard the english tutor ranting about...which scared me....and the lady behind the desk TALKED and talked to my mum about vce and how you have to lock ur kids in the house and you have to brainwash them in the car on the way to skool and how you've got to really BE THERE for when ur kids pick their vce subjects to make sure they pick the ones that scale up...she was very convincing...i half believed it wen i came out......i was very confused...i was thinking NO she's not right, it goes against everything i've always thought....but it makes sense....but NO! eh yeh...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bummer no.14 apparently all the kids in the english class....all guys except one....are VERY good....nervous much?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bummer no.15 the english tuition is on saturdays from 4-5:30 which means i will either come late to work at weddings...only if it's close by and we can organise someone to take me....or not work....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;btw...that lady at the desk...she's got two kids, both at melb. uni...her daughter is doing a masters [does that mean she's doing uni part 2?] and her son is doing a double degree....and she still drives them to and from skool everyday..isn't that sad?and she also has the rule that they can't go out during school days...only the holidays...even in uni....and now my mum will start thinking about making that rule, that already applies to me, valid during university as well....nooooooo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bummer no.16 i have to wake up early 2morow&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bummer no.17 it's 6pm and i still have work to do&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1949274214527287798-6354517157397791454?l=alien-rocker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alien-rocker.blogspot.com/feeds/6354517157397791454/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1949274214527287798&amp;postID=6354517157397791454' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1949274214527287798/posts/default/6354517157397791454'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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/&gt;butt!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if you buy stuff online&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there is ezydvd which gives the box set for $30!! [although it does have a extra $9 fee  above the shipping fees...so maybe that would add up to the same...]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and jb...on the shop online bit...the box set is $25! and $19 for seperate seasons&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok stuff the cookies..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a bit more fridge time can't help&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i want:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'black books' series&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kill bill 1&amp;2&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;an elvis presley dvd [either the 30 hit performances or the '68 comeback..i think the first one more...]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh darn it...i've got a mind blank&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a demetri martin cd!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;clothes is always there...but people don't tend to go for clothes unless it's the last option&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a watch!!! y'noe one of those....wat's it called wen they have like little characters on them....that word.....it's also used _______ neck ties....NOVELTY&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh i have to go noww......&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1949274214527287798-4730361559279428039?l=alien-rocker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alien-rocker.blogspot.com/feeds/4730361559279428039/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1949274214527287798&amp;postID=4730361559279428039' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1949274214527287798/posts/default/4730361559279428039'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1949274214527287798/posts/default/4730361559279428039'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alien-rocker.blogspot.com/2008/04/whooaaa-i-just-looked-up-black-books.html' 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some work on my maths standard assignment done since it's due on tuesday....and my vcd assignment which is due on wednesday and then i have my lit. sac on friday&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i also had to shorten this robe my mum bought for my grandma....and i was pretty determined to get started on my bag-made-out-of-beatle-t-shirts&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but then since i said that i wasn't gonna work and instead stay home to catch up with stuff...i got some extra chores....i have to clean the bathroom...floor,walls,mirror,sink...but not the shower cos brian's doing that&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and my aunty says i have to make her cookies...i made her cookies last week...but she didn't come so i have to make them again...[the dough is in the fridge now...another half hour to go...]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i also have to do some work on my folio...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i couldn't do any of any work on friday cos that was wen i was getting ready for jap skool which was this morning&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after jap skool i waited for 15 minutes for my late brother to pick me up&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and we went to chadstone....to pick up his suit-pants, to buy a tie, to buy a phone that he'd already picked from a catalogue] to buy a black shirt and to have lunch&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;doesn't sound too bad....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...it took close to 3 hours&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i was bloody tired&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and stressed out with all the work i should be doing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the only good bit was that i got lunch [i paid...but i was hungry..so it was good] and we went to jb&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;jb is evil&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's either....not 'sale'-ing any of the things i want...or 'sale'-ing EVERYTHING i want which makes me confused and sad&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i bought a 2 cd pack of the goons for $10...the goons are hilarious...i borrowed one cd from the box hill library and it was soo good....yeh i got that and the first season of will and grace&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;elvis dvds were on sale again....friends were on sale again [i wanted to buy the first season] coupling as well [still need the 4th] and charned [not that i wanted that one] and i was too afraid to look any closer at the movie dvds or movie movie dvds but even on my way out..you noe how they put cds and dvds to seperate the lines for the register?....so you just can't help but browse through while waiting in line....i saw this jack johnson[sp?] cd for $18 but yeh...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and then after that we did a quick skim of the cheap giordano downstairs and i saw this stuff i wanted but we were rushing so yeh....there was a nice scarf&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and 2dai i saw a whole lot of shoes that looked interesting..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;just talked to my aunty; we'll go shopping 2morow!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in jb i was actually looking for this series i've started watching on abc2 called 'black books'..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm gonna look it up on the net now....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok i was going to talk a bit about my birthday and even start a little list here but cookie-fridge time is almost over...so i've got to get back to frantic work&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh oh...yeh so i have will and grace, i have a comedy cd, and i have the 2nd season of charmed [amy from jap skool 2dai] and all i want to do is just sit down and watch stuff...oh and chicago from emily...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ahhhhhh&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1949274214527287798-1321951642484929406?l=alien-rocker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alien-rocker.blogspot.com/feeds/1321951642484929406/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1949274214527287798.post-5316623211129138739</id><published>2008-04-10T18:38:00.002+10:00</published><updated>2008-04-10T18:45:36.616+10:00</updated><title type='text'>misty minds in mind</title><content type='html'>eck&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm supposed to write a thing for literature&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;answer: does blade runner present a future with any hope?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and in class i had heaps of stuff just flooding my mind and was just struggling to write it down while making sense but didn't have enough time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so we've got till tomorow to write it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yesterday once i got home and did some other hw...i sat down and tried to get back into the 'zone'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i couldn't&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i could not remember all those terific mind-flooding ideas&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so i left it to do 'tomorrow'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now it is tomorow and 2dai's tomorrow is friday, due date&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i came home from skool....tired from the boring excursion....and napped, showered, read...a very gloomy book.....and then tried to do this writing task&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my mind is full of mist&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;everything is faint&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i don't know what to doo!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i remembered part of wat i was going to write&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but the other half is gone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and don't know how to put it all together either&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i just want to go back to sleep&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i've got 172 words so far...this is from that bit in class....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the problem is that i hadn't brought blade runner in yet...i was just talking about hope in general.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so everything is lost&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sleeeeeeep&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img 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mind'/><author><name>alien-rocker</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00826201892684548540</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1949274214527287798.post-3211456631938717451</id><published>2008-04-06T14:57:00.003+10:00</published><updated>2008-04-06T15:20:26.897+10:00</updated><title type='text'>wat time is it</title><content type='html'>i think daylight savings has....happened...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but then my family have been saying that for the last 5 days....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so i don't know!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2morow i have an excursion to the city to see top arts&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's fron 8:45-3:15&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;eck&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm tired&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;too tired to be excited&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and top design on thursday....i think the times are shorter...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;last nite&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i had one table&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but...it was still on the same side to the kitchen.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and they were asians&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;young asians&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tooo easyyy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and because i had so much free time....i got bored..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;....and super tired...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;half way through the nite all the guys on the table left and i asked the girls if i should keep serving for them and they said yeh they'll be back&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but they nevvvveerrr came back&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;until finally i said that if they wanted dessert i've got to pack up the table first&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and they didnt want it for takeaway so i brought it all inside and the waiters ate it all up&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;near the end, the best man came in to the kitchen and went to my mum: nice lady! can we pleassee stay for another hour? very nice lady!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i think the answer was no&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and so our half of the room was sticking around so we went to the empty other half and helped pack up&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then ours left&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and then after we'd cleared the tables....my older brother the new head waiter...and leon...the 2nd part of the head waiter trio.....well they were left in the room...while seng...the other head waiter [but only my older brother was officially the head waiter 2nite....the other two were just waiters]was gone doing something....and somehow it was let out that we had to take off all the chair ribbon things and fold them....and because last week at another reception we'd had to do that it sorta made sense...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and we were all taking them off.....piling them out front...while 3 girls were folding them...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and then seng comes out....wat are you doing?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and he went to confirm with the reception manager....and it is true..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we weren't supposed to take them off&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so we had to go around and put them allll back on...which was hard since half the chairs were stacked...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and thenn&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we had to wait agggeessss&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cos there was a bit of a debate going on&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;between the bride/groom + family with the reception manager about payment..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;they thought that it was $6000 total that they had to pay for the reception&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but that was just for room hire&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there was all this other extra stuff like the seat covers&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and ribbons [that we worked very hard over]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so mum came in the middle of it and paid all the waiters and they all went home...but i stayed in the collld car for another good hour or so&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the mobile phone said 2:30 wen we finally left but i don't know if that's right or not...daylight savings&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so mum said that they didn't end up paying for any of the extras and although she had  closed the big metal gates...they had somehow gotten away.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i woke up 2dai at 2 o'clock.....but my clock said 3....so i guess that all clocks in my house must be adjusted to daylight savings...except mine...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;monicas bak!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;she was in sydney...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;why was she in sydney?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i don't understand&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm tired again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;maybe another nap?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1949274214527287798-3211456631938717451?l=alien-rocker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1949274214527287798.post-9054201358820569959</id><published>2008-04-05T14:42:00.002+11:00</published><updated>2008-04-05T14:50:00.148+11:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>wow, this is my 3rd post since monica commented saying that i wasn't blogging enough&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and she still hasn't commented on any of them&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;although i understand since she is in america....i'm guessing that she was at her homestay person's place wen she commented on that post....so maybe now she's going around and not having access to a pc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think she's coming bak 2moz...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sunday...or saturday...i don't quite noe...actually i think it was sunday....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm working 2nite&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;older brother is working as head waiter and he's given me one table....which is ok since he's put me far away from the kitchen..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this would be the first time i have a table on the side opposite the kitchen&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my brother hopes it's a western table..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i hope it's not&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;last week only one of my tables filled up&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it was a fully western table&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i got all nervous since  the head waiter kept telling me to take good care of them and that if i wanted i could swap tables..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i couldn't swap table cos if i'm trying to get further away from the table i can't just give up on this one table&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so i don't get why and how you're supposed to make conversation with ur table..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the most conversation i had was wen i went around and translated the menu for 2 people at a time...so thats 5 times...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;neh...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pleassse be asian&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pleeeaassee be a big table&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;last week i had a small table trying to fit 10 big westerners....so it was squishy and not much space to serve...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pleaassee let me keep my balance wen collecting champagne glasses....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pleeasssee let me not spill the soup...or the fish gravy...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ah i just hope 2dai goes well...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i still haven't done any hw&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yesterdai i put up 2 and a half pairs of pants [the last one i only set it up...but didn't actually get round to sewing]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i started turning a pair of jeans into a skirt..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok going&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1949274214527287798-9054201358820569959?l=alien-rocker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1949274214527287798.post-8060972047148332936</id><published>2008-04-04T16:34:00.002+11:00</published><updated>2008-04-04T16:39:41.166+11:00</updated><title type='text'>player1</title><content type='html'>been missing monicaaaa&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;brittanyyy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;both of ur b'dais are sorta coming up&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;monica's first&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i wonder wat monica could want now that she's got her money for g'day usa...and gone....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hm...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i watched jackie chan movie last nite&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;was not good&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nope&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but i'm ok since i only spent $5&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm listening to stop by the spice girls&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm supposed to be doing hw&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but i looked at the list i made of hw i should do&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and slowly mentally crossed off each and everyone of them...as unimportant&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i had a lonnnngg conversation wtih vince about domain and range since i wasn't getting it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and thenn&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i ate a banana&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;played some solitare&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;played some shooting game [unreal tournament]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and am now here&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think i'll put up some pants&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yeh....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my birthday is sorta coming...after monica before brittany&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think i'll start making a present llist now&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i was thinking that it'd be best to give out invitations a bit earlier than usual cos then there is more time to get a good present...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ahh presents ^_____^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i noe i sound greedy and stuff&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i don't want to be 17&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i do want to be 17&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;neh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;goingggg&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to peeeeeeeeee&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;julian lennon&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;stick around&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1949274214527287798-8060972047148332936?l=alien-rocker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alien-rocker.blogspot.com/feeds/8060972047148332936/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1949274214527287798&amp;postID=8060972047148332936' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1949274214527287798/posts/default/8060972047148332936'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1949274214527287798/posts/default/8060972047148332936'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alien-rocker.blogspot.com/2008/04/player1.html' title='player1'/><author><name>alien-rocker</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00826201892684548540</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1949274214527287798.post-3726088625431284385</id><published>2008-04-01T17:51:00.002+11:00</published><updated>2008-04-01T18:27:56.083+11:00</updated><title type='text'>jack-jack-jackie</title><content type='html'>wooooohoo!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;last nite....i was so excited that i couldn't sleep till 4:30 and i woke up at 8:15&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i was excited to be going to the city shoppping!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i had good reason too!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;first we went to brunswick st for clearit which had new stuff!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there were two dissappointing things there.....there was a looong jacket [that i wore over a short skirt ^____^] that i liked and it looked decent on me....but it sorta made me look a tiny bit shorter and fatter than normal....and i would only pay $70 for perfect. [and i got jasmine and emily to try it on and it looked good on jasmine and not exactly the right look for emily....but it 'fitted']&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and the other was pants. there was this one pair of pants...$20...skinny....not exactly jeans....brown....and niiicccceee. since it was niiccceeee and i still don't have any skinny pants ...well i wanted it. but like all pants...they were too long...which usually isn't a problem but since these were niiiicceee pants....there were zips at each end of each leg....which would prevent me from bringing them up....ah but they color was nice and i don't have any shades of brown...or any type of tight....and it was cheap.....bumm...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and then i went downstairs and there were these jeans....more of a shade of grey with a bit of brown to it....skinny....bring-up-able...not as cool with the zips....but th e bad parts: although the legs fit just right, the waist was too big [which would reveal my bum crack wenever i sat down]...which isn't too bad, i'd buy it for $20....but, here's another one: it was $60. so i didn't get that either.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but wat i DID get: a black jacket....which is perfect. the jacket i've been looking for over the span of many years. it was black and $50. i don't know how to explain jackets.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anddd a black half-length cardigan which has a zip down the middle instead of the usual lot of buttons....the sleeves are nice and skinny/long....and there's a hood....and the fabric..sorta like.....tight mesh. i'm wearing it now. it was $10.  the only problem with this one is that the zip is a tiny bit weird and hard to grab [but comfortable zips are too big and unattractive anyway, plus i could just attach something to it if i really need to] and there is a tinnyyy hole up the top near the neck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh...there is one thing wrong with the black perfect jacket. the sleeves. i like it wen the sleeves hug my arms....these don't and they are slightly too long. but....it is a jacket....so there should be space for layers underneath anyway. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there was a special where, if you spend over $100 you get a free bag so me and julia combined our spendings to add up to $100 but since julia and i couldn't find a bag that we wanted....emily got her bag for free.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh and that pretty boy from the first time we went was there again. with a red scarf...or was it a red jacket? something was red.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;julia got a stripy shirt, a smaller size of those $60 pants that i didn't get, and a belt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;jasmine got two belts and a skirt....and she wanted emily's bag.....too bad&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and emily got her free bag.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that went till 1:00&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we got bak to the city and had lunch at melb central. i had pasta and we sat in front of breadtop to eat. since i finished eating first i went off to find somewhere to remove my longsleeve that i wore under my shirt [cos it was getting warm].&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then emily bought 2 ties from this sock place. i payed for the cooler one for her b'day which was last week. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and then we went into a shop that said [crazy $1 sale!] and they all bought earings...which were all cool but i don't have piercings and i don't plan to wear any clip ons. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and then me and jasmine went to easy dvd while emily went to return a shirt to jayjays with julia. i bought the new police story for $5!! and then we went to queen st in search of a cheap store that julia's friend had told about....but to no avail....the magical warehouse had dissappeared. so we went to bigW where i got my fair lady for $12....i tell myself it's for my mum but it is also half for me. and then we went to this shop hidden in an alley, the basement discs where i got a comedy cd: the originaly comedy album from emi. it's got 20 classics. for $10&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and then we went to retro star where emily and jasmine got some tshirts $10 each&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i searched for another one of the badge that i lost...kombi galore....but couldn't find one...instead i got a bruce lee badge for a dollar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and thenn.....we went hoome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm also excited now that monica tells me that i have a beatle-something coming from america.....yayyy!! but i am aware that i do have to wait for a while...so it won't keep me up at nite.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the last time emily went to basement discs she wore a shirt that i printed for her...the david bowie one....and the guy at the counter complimented the shirt!!! very happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and so...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i have the rest of the week to do my homework...and clean my room....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;....and watch jackie chan and audrey hepburn movies or listen to comedy cds&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmm.....must concentrate!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i don't want skool to start again...i need more time to do work!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1949274214527287798-3726088625431284385?l=alien-rocker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alien-rocker.blogspot.com/feeds/3726088625431284385/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1949274214527287798&amp;postID=3726088625431284385' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1949274214527287798/posts/default/3726088625431284385'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1949274214527287798/posts/default/3726088625431284385'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alien-rocker.blogspot.com/2008/04/jack-jack-jackie.html' title='jack-jack-jackie'/><author><name>alien-rocker</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00826201892684548540</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1949274214527287798.post-2435776718372110509</id><published>2008-03-26T22:03:00.003+11:00</published><updated>2008-03-26T22:11:18.719+11:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i'm watching the first beatle dvd i bought...first US visit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;they're in this...club? and there's a band playing and the music is gooooood&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's this saxaphone that does this little riff over again and it's really....hearing the music and seeing the ppl dance...damn i wanna dance...i never want to dance&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now the beatles have snuck a girl into their room....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and now ...these two girls have just been caught for following the beatles up...it's funny&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ah i hate how there are bits of fans outisde the hotel singing and it's soooo bad...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ohhh....they're fighting now......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;newai....the beatles, their early days were...i'd say they were the best but they were just about the same level of greatness throughout their whole beatle career...but a big part of the early days is visual. you have to watch them&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;they're great performers...i kept having the crave to watch their old stuff during the last few weeks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so i'm watching.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;parents are home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;must go...bad image...me lying here in the lounge with the tv on and using the laptop....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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title=''/><author><name>alien-rocker</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00826201892684548540</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1949274214527287798.post-2338353303423880088</id><published>2008-03-14T19:48:00.002+11:00</published><updated>2008-03-14T20:07:02.636+11:00</updated><title type='text'>jackson vs aguilera</title><content type='html'>ahh bum&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i used to listen to all my brother's music and never dwld my own&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and he'd get like the hits of every year....i duno...just stuff and he'd sort them into years....and then he got into rnb and hip hope so it went a bit boring and i got my own music&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and yeh...i miss that old stuff and wanted to put it on my ipod since i don't really use the computer often enough to listen to all the songs that feel like listening to&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but by the time i'd realised that i missed the old stuff [the other morning i woke up and had christina aguilera -come on over in my head] my brother had already moved aLL of his stuff onto this portable drive that he has connected to his laptop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and the last few days it's been too hot to be in any room except for the lounge room [room of the air con] so i haven't gotten around to it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and now my brother is gone and it's not too hot ....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;....ok so brian has just solved my dilemma but i still have the right-to-rant&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok so my brother was gone and it's not too hot so i got on the laptop to see if i could get some of the old music onto my ipod&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i could only find one usb port thing....and that was wat connected the portable drive to the laptop...and i can't disconnect that!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ends up there was another one that happened to escape my scrutiny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok so i'm connected&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i've been craving michael jackson&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;more of his older music....like before billy jean&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but my brother don't have any of that....so i'll have to dwld it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hm...now i have nothing in mind to say&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yeh 2morrow i have my jap outcome&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it will be scary&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i should really prepare since i haven't done any since last tuesday&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but i just can't!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this is the stupidest weather for thinking&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh oh oh.....and there is this maths general standard thing i can talk about&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok so firstly.....every1 in the class was up to 16c or d and she was teaching 16f...and we were really bummed cos she was saying that no matter wat we're up to we've got this test on thursday&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so it was like 'ah'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and then this guy that had a free came to bum in our class since he had a free&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and he told our teacher that the test only did up to 16e&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so it was like 'yay'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but i still have quite a bit of catching up to do&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and then she said that we have 2 tests next week....the chapter 16 one on tuesday and the analysis one for both chapter 16 and 13 on thursday&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so we have more to worry about since there are TWO tests and that i've got less time to catch up&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so it was like 'ahhhhhhh'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and then she realised that we don't have maths on thursday since it's the last day and we finish at that period&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so she moved the analysis test to monday....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so it was 'AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and then i zoomed out [mentally] and there was a whole lot of noise, but there is always noise so neh...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and then i zoomed bak in wen she said that the analysis test will still be on thursday...which didn't make sense but it made the 'AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH' into a 'AH'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok...ipod duty&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1949274214527287798-2338353303423880088?l=alien-rocker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alien-rocker.blogspot.com/feeds/2338353303423880088/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1949274214527287798&amp;postID=2338353303423880088' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1949274214527287798/posts/default/2338353303423880088'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1949274214527287798/posts/default/2338353303423880088'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alien-rocker.blogspot.com/2008/03/jackson-vs-aguilera.html' title='jackson vs aguilera'/><author><name>alien-rocker</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00826201892684548540</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1949274214527287798.post-782096559878391097</id><published>2008-03-09T23:31:00.004+11:00</published><updated>2008-03-10T00:25:39.030+11:00</updated><title type='text'>little people to be fed</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_aZI9fyiyrpM/R9PlL0aaTtI/AAAAAAAAAUU/Y4U0kgNql2A/s1600-h/Trent-daria-223656_100_100.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_aZI9fyiyrpM/R9PlL0aaTtI/AAAAAAAAAUU/Y4U0kgNql2A/s320/Trent-daria-223656_100_100.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5175732387989573330" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;this is very much me this weekend&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on a rating of 1 to 10 i think that my weekend has been a sore 3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...or somewhere there...below 5&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yesterday&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i cancelled going out with a friend [who ended up cancelling on my newai] because my parents had planned this random family-that-does-not-include-my-older-brother-because-he-has-the-right-to-say-he-doesn't-wanna-come outing but if me and brian had any plans we gotta cancel em cos family comes first [but not before my older brother's girlfriend]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and then it ends up&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that we didn't do anything&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we stayed home till the afternoon when everyone realised that the period of preparing to leave was actually was pass over and that we were in fact...not going...my parents went to go see some house auction and threw $50 at us little people to feed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my olderbrother was still there for lunch....we walked to the glen and had to wait a riduculously long time for some kfc...which i didn't really enjoy anyway and had to put up with my older brothers annoying rambling with his jokes that are only funny to himself cos he thinks he's WAY up there&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and we walked home in the hot sun with my brother still talking...and bugging....and then i flopped on my bed and decided that i should have infact stayed in my bed all day...refusing to do anything [which i had planned to do before i realised that i HAD to have a shower...which i did which promted me to go and take in some sunlight]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and then i could hear my mother and aunty sitting in the kitchen saying [where is she?] really loudly waiting for someone to answer....and wen no one did they come tumbling into my room and collapse ontop of my slapping my face and asking if i wanna go out with them&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;no i did not want to go out with them because i really can't stand my aunty, and i can sorta tolerate my mother at home wen she has a few other things to concentrate on but not when we are out together and she has nothing else to do but critisize me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so i slept&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and then it became night time and we had to go out to eat korean.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i don't like japanese food...i have come to sorta like some korean food&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and when they suggested to go to eat korean at box hill...i assumed that it would be the one korean restaurant in box hill that they always go to...but no...how silly of me...they mean the japanese/korean restaurant NEXT to the one that we usually go to called big ma ma 2 or something and it was aweful&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and our family&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we don't talk&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[older brother again absent from the 'family' moment]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we sat there at our table with uncomfortable silence while the really big long table next to us were being noisy in korean...and the waiter went aroud dropping stuff and spilling some type of liquid on brian.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now 2dai.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we got up...early morning&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to go to some place my older brother had mentioned....kinglake or something&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and then we left....and then we stopped at mcdonalds where we had to wait about the same time we had to wait the other day for kfc&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;again awkward silence over the maple syrup&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my older brother is not needed for this 'family' outing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there was one good bit...we stopped at this place...de bortolli or something&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it was one of the grape/wine farm places&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;parents went in to tast wine while me and brian went to play in the nicest grass i have ever felt, there were cool and slightly damp and very bouncy...it was nice&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and the grapes and stuff reminded me alot about this movie i'd watched a while ago with mum something about a walk in the clouds...with keanu reeves...it was a good movie...and left me with good images&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but then we were off again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;with the car that has this smell to it that i really just don't like....that put together with my dad's bad driving [it's really just the brake...he doesn't do well with the brake...he can't do it smoothly...] it wasn't suprising that i started to feel sick pretty fast&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then we got out again...at the actualy 'king lake' spot&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it was hot..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and everything was dry...the grass hurt my feet [wearing sandals] and there was no shade...there was...but no chairs under the shade...chairs in direct sunlight yes...chairs near shadeful trees...noooooo......and then we started of on one of those dreadful walking tracks&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;as we can see...i'm not a nature person&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i don't like travelling long distances to look at grass and trees....and don't like walking tracks....even if i did like looking at foliage...i can't seem to look anywhere but my feet......especially wearing sandals! no1 told me we were gonna do anywalking....it's just....we're going to kinglake...was i wrong in assuming it was a bloody lake we were visiting?!?!?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we stopped off at sofia's for lunch&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i felt sick&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so i wanted something heavy to ground me...and something not qualified as junk/fast food because....well that's all i'd had for almost 2 days....but i'm sorry....i just never really liked the pasta at sofia's....and btw...laporchetta was right next door....why do we always go to the dodgier option right next door?? so we had pizza&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;not really satisfing but watever&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;got home....finally&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;slept&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;read a book...that i'm not really liking...i find that i don't really like modern day books nemore&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;they always seem to include....people getting drunk...people taking drugs...people have sex with random strangers...people living POV....people being gross....and reading about people being gross makes me feel gross...why do people like to feel gross??? like i can take crime and horror and all that....i can take modern-thems...but modern reality...it bites&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;newai&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me and friends were planning for something on monday&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and every1 seems to have cancelled on that as well&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my friends&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;don't seem to like to go out&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;they can't use the excuse of money nemore cos most of them have jobs&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but no1 wants to organise&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;not even help in organising&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;goes like this: 'so wat do you want to do?' 'i duno' 'wat about the city?' 'nah too far away, too troublesome...lets just go to knox or glenwaverley, but i don't know if it's open' someone else: 'or we can just come over to my place and order pizza and  bum' and then we all leave it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it is assumed that julia will organise it because she brought it up and because it's her house that is also an option&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but she got sick on saturday and she doesn't seem to be returning any emails that are circulating among our group&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i want to help organise&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so we're getting sorta close...jasmine votes julia's house, i finally go for julia's place as well...the twins say knox...and then...the twins decide that they don't want to...they will go and do their own thing....and then melody says she doesn't reallly wanna do anything either....unless we think of something good...now here comes the pressure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;monica and julia do not return any emails&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hayley is on holiday&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i talk to jasmine..the only one responding and not seeming to be against going out&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but damn she is also disagreeable&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'do you still wanna go out?' -me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'yeh but there's not much to do' -jasmine&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'right so do you wanna go and bum at some1's place or go out? we could go and hang around shopping centres with air con...go to the city...[i mean jeez...you just gotta get to the train station and then we're in the cooooool zone the rest of the way!]' -me - and i'm bloody open for anything now...you wanna go jump in some mud, alright lets do it! atleast get something out of you..i'm getting nothing here...like sarah says...no wood on the fire!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'i have no way of getting anywhere and i don't know how to get places' -jasmine&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'ok so do you want to go out cos then if you do then we can figure it out...if you don't then [i duno what i said here....probably something about me digging up some self fun for myself...but i was thinking 'if you don't want to do something then just bugger off!']-me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'well i'm not really sure anymore' 'but if you think of something fun i'll come' -jasmine&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yeh bugger off&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i have no friends that like to go out&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;or have the same interests as me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm shit at making new friends as well&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and the friends that are more likely to go out....well i'm their 2nd level of friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i don't know if i'm in the right crowd&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i need some nonsense&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i really sympathise with julia...most of the time its her that organises stuff...and yeh problems do always come up but she still tries&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i sent an email to julia saying all that stuff [except for the rated 3 weekend] in a shorter version....and i think i would have slightly freaked her out....esp. if we're not on the same wavelength.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2dai is the ninth&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i have a dvd i borrowed from the library overdue 4 days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i just want to sleep&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but damnit i don't want to be defeated in this&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;like i feel that if i end up doing nothing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;or doing something lame...that i'll go to skool and they'll say 'so did you end up doing anyhting?' and if i say no then they'll say different versions of 'i told you so...it was a stupid idea of going out anyway' and if i said yes....well i better of had some fun that will make them envious&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i don't tend to have fun with my family, except brian...but brian doesn't like to leave the house and saying that i went out with my brother comes with the same response to saying i went alone...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we don't talk with our outer family [uncles and aunties] i have no grandparents [except one who is kept locked up in her room] i have primary skool friends...but none that will spontaneously come out to play 2morow....wat am i supposed to do&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wat type of friends do i have&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there's not enough love to stay in contact through uni&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we're...acquaintances that need someone to sit with during lunch time and people to invite to birthday parties&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;brittany: loving you since kindergarden...i hope it goes for a long time, i noe this is soo....drama queen of me....and lame....and corny...but wenever i think of myself on an adventure...overseas...road trip...uni...that friend that you go with is always you....i feel like i'm gonna be sick on my ew ness&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this stuff i can't say out loud..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's TOO weird&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;blog&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yeh....leaving off with good thoughts...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;brittany, trina and dianne....good friends.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1949274214527287798-782096559878391097?l=alien-rocker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alien-rocker.blogspot.com/feeds/782096559878391097/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1949274214527287798&amp;postID=782096559878391097' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1949274214527287798/posts/default/782096559878391097'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1949274214527287798/posts/default/782096559878391097'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alien-rocker.blogspot.com/2008/03/little-people-to-be-fed.html' title='little people to be fed'/><author><name>alien-rocker</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00826201892684548540</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_aZI9fyiyrpM/R9PlL0aaTtI/AAAAAAAAAUU/Y4U0kgNql2A/s72-c/Trent-daria-223656_100_100.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1949274214527287798.post-5571480303488419835</id><published>2008-03-07T19:47:00.002+11:00</published><updated>2008-03-07T20:05:10.357+11:00</updated><title type='text'>restless spirit on an endless night</title><content type='html'>i was planning on going to the city 2morow&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and was planning on really fighting to pull it all together 2nite&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but then over dinner it was revealed that my parents planned to take us to the mountains&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;fun fun mountians&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i always get hayfever wen i go there&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...and i never seem to be wearing the right thing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and it's just soooo boring there&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and like we're just gonna be there for lunch....a few hours...around3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but then it's right bang in the middle so there's no time to do something else as well&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me and julia wanna go city&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i was gonna pull a whole lot of other people along&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we're doing something on monday&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but twins and hayley dun wanna go to city cos 'it's too far' which i don't understand cos it's not that far&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and it's always so fun in the city cos it's so big and you always find something new&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so bum them&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway...i guess the city will wait till next time...the holidays....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i need to go out and buy something!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a bag!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;clothes!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dvds!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and on monday everyone [well twins] wanna just go to glenwaverley or knox&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;which is boring cos we always go there...and nothing changes!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and after skool 2dai wen i was passing by and they asked about wat was happening this monday and i said i duno...that som1 will call them they looks annoyed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wat the bum&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'M annoyed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and damnit i have a stitch&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;owwwwwwww&lt;br /&gt;ow&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok i'm gonna sign off saying that last night i stayed up late doing my practice lit. sac [which i had 2dai] and i absolutley LOVE my beautiful thesaurus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;aren't i doing well with getting bak to my blog?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img 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night'/><author><name>alien-rocker</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00826201892684548540</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1949274214527287798.post-4019935406858025821</id><published>2008-03-03T18:18:00.002+11:00</published><updated>2008-03-03T18:50:50.862+11:00</updated><title type='text'>i love you too flip</title><content type='html'>i really love this movie/cartoon/animation titan AE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i am currently illegally copying it on my brothers laptop&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my favourite quote was: 'hm, an intelligent guard, didn't see that one coming'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the other day i watched 'he died with a felafel in his hand' &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;was a very good movie &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but i don't think i like it enough to watch it repetivley...so i'm not copying it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i really liked how they started off arguing about reservoir dogs....one guy was arguing that it was possible that the whole movie was about gay people and that they were all gay. and the other guy was arguing bak that they were straight...and then he got mad at the end and told the other guy to leave it alone cos it's his favourite movie of all time and he better not wreck it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so throughtout the movie that guy and  the main character [who wasn't in the argument] would keep saying: i love you _____ [forgot his name] and the other guy would say 'love you too flip.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it was very funny and heartwarming&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i had a bit of art-down feeling 2dai&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i realised that&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tshirts....are too normal. everyone thinks that printing tshirts is easy and that anyone could do it...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and then...i guess they could&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but damn it i'm too possessive with my ideas and work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so then i also realised....that my folio...being on tshirts...isn't goingg to impress any adults...sure it'll impress us young adults cos...tshirts are cool....but artistcally...it's going to be empty. so i need a message&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i real BIGGG message&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but damn i feel soo sad and lost [art wise..i'm not lost....ok that's too dramatic and depressing]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i love art&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i hate art&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;how it makes me keep feeling like this&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok so&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;skool pics are up&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i never realise how round my hair is or how dark my face skin is until i see my skool picture...or any picture...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's a startling discovery&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;everytime&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i hate using the laptop...it heats up under my hands....and it makes my wrist all hot and ew while i'm typing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so the reason why i'm typing here at all [apart from waiting for titan ae to copy]....and apart from the fact that i'm talkin to fizz....it's cos of monica's latest comment&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yes i should start typing here more often&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;literature sac on friday&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i noe that wen i get there i'll be under-prepared and will just sit there reading the poems and thinking 'shit' mindblock&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and cos all the other yr10s have written a practice analysis they will all just go scribbling on their way brainlessly and that will make me mad and i'll just sit there obsessing about how stupid this is and that i will die of humiliation if i get a very bad mark compared to the yr10s&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;silly little snot filled bum arses mump yr10s&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok so the silly dvd won't copy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this is the 2nd time i've tried&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'll just have to buy it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;or wait till my bdai and add it to my huge arss wishlist ^__^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so now i must go and do some work...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;have a nice life.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1949274214527287798-4019935406858025821?l=alien-rocker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alien-rocker.blogspot.com/feeds/4019935406858025821/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1949274214527287798&amp;postID=4019935406858025821' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1949274214527287798/posts/default/4019935406858025821'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1949274214527287798/posts/default/4019935406858025821'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alien-rocker.blogspot.com/2008/03/i-love-you-too-flip.html' title='i love you too flip'/><author><name>alien-rocker</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00826201892684548540</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1949274214527287798.post-6304585524580710736</id><published>2008-02-29T20:34:00.002+11:00</published><updated>2008-02-29T20:49:42.113+11:00</updated><title type='text'>tshirts on hold</title><content type='html'>this year, my year 12 studio art folio will be based on the designing and printing of tshirts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it is now that i finally realise, fully register, that i'm not ready to make tshirts for other people. i'm not at that level yet when people can rely on me to make the perfect shirt, exactly what they wanted and i'm not able to emotionally capable of taking the stress of dissappointment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so this year, i'll be developing my skills and exerpience with tshirts. i'm going to actually start screen printing as it does seem to be the no.1 technique for tshirts and i'm going to find out which paint is best for fabrics.....since i've recently come up with some problems with wat i use&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so the last shirt i did was for brittany's older sister. this was the shirt that made me realise that i've really really got to start screen printing. it's a purple shirt with a pink line cupcake on the bottom corner. to put the pink on the purple...i had to first put a white layer to make the pink standout [otherwise it could just look like a wet stain] and then i put on a pink layer and another layer of the pink cos some white was still seeable through the pink. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;between layers i didn't move the stencil and because one layer would soak the paper and  then i'd dry it all to apply another layer of paint and then so on&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think it was this that made the paper stick to the shirt...with the paint on some of the edges.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;another thing is that the masking tape i used to keep the stencil down...well it melted a little and there was a small patch of sticky stuff that i couldn't get off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so: i got my mum to wash it [to get rid of the paper and the glue stain]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;she handwashed it with hot water and it sorta got...soft and come-off-able so she stopped and left it to dry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the good thing is that the paper and glue stains that made the shirt look...VERY tacky and cheap are gone. but the kf logo is faded...the main text is a little smudgy and there are parts of the cupcake where the pink is sorta gone. suprisingly; frank on the back survived perfect.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so basically, i'm not gonna be making any shirts for anybody this year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;partially cos i'm still in the process of learning&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and partially cos i'm not supposed to have any time cos if i do have some free time i should be working on my folio or japanese.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[not that many people will noe about my haitus of tshirts cos....not many people read blog any more and i don't really write in it anymore either]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lol so...i'm gonna just sorta sift through my 'want' lists and edit it slightly...probably not add anything.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1949274214527287798-6304585524580710736?l=alien-rocker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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