<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21002273</id><updated>2011-07-08T14:50:18.432+12:00</updated><category term='boys'/><category term='MILKSHAKE'/><category term='suck'/><title type='text'>[_ kitty _]</title><subtitle type='html'>never say never;</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rawrr-a-saurr.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21002273/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rawrr-a-saurr.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Kitty;;</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04590657714911816284</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><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>60</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21002273.post-435099558995264115</id><published>2010-04-12T23:54:00.002+12:00</published><updated>2010-04-13T00:17:41.229+12:00</updated><title type='text'>the only exception;</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Monday, 12th April, 2010.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Location: Pauanui.&lt;br /&gt;Status: Meh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meow!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It has indeed been quite a while since I've last posted, but meh. Noone has noticed anyway. =]&lt;br /&gt;How am I? I'm fine.&lt;br /&gt;Currently on a holiday with a bunch of close friends, consisting of Declan, Simon, Tash and Scott. And Pondi too.&lt;br /&gt;Jesse &amp; Tash's brother &amp; mum are coming down tomorrow I think. This means AWESOME FOOD FOR DINNER. &lt;- Highlight of my day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What have I been doing?&lt;br /&gt;Mm, lots of work.&lt;br /&gt;Uni is stressful, and the second year is definitely 10 times worse than first year, in terms of workload and due dates.&lt;br /&gt;I have at least two exercises/assessments/assignments due each week. Eep, speaking of which I have an Accounting quiz or two to do online. FML.&lt;br /&gt;Managed to finish the Accounting section of whatever's due when I get back, which I'm pretty stoked about. Still have an HRM essay to do though - eep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I quit TKD for good, more or less. This is mainly due to me being too lazy to go allllllll the way to Meadowbank (at least a 30min drive on a good day).&lt;br /&gt;I now have a new hobby; dance. And oh, I do love it to bits.&lt;br /&gt;It's really convenient too, every Monday 5-6pm - straight after uni.&lt;br /&gt;I definitely enjoy it lots more than TKD anyway.&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of TKD, everyone has dropped out.&lt;br /&gt;Well almost everyone.&lt;br /&gt;Firstly, I dropped out cause I was bored + uni.&lt;br /&gt;Then Miho dropped out because I did, more or less.&lt;br /&gt;Then Hesham had to go to Otago for uni (meaning, flying down to the South Island).&lt;br /&gt;And then Mo broke his leg = out for ages.&lt;br /&gt;Then it was only mum, Kevin and Clarence.&lt;br /&gt;And now mum's dropped out because she has no motivations, so I'm assuming RIP black tips because of me. Ooopsy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went on two week long holiday in January with my family. We went to Hawaii, and stopped over at Fiji for a few days on the way home. Overall, the holiday was pretty good. We all got to experience Americanness, and the food and shopping. OH GOD. They had MINI BURGERS that came in a six pack. I wanted to buy a million of them. If only.&lt;br /&gt;The shopping was great, I mean, when have $7 shorts ever been bad? Imo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fiji was pretty meh. It wasn't as good as everyone made it out to be. We stayed in a 5 star hotel, and dad ended up getting food poisoning. =\&lt;br /&gt;Guess that kinda ruined our holiday. Thank god it was at the end.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What am I doing now?&lt;br /&gt;I'm currently sitting at Declan's laptop typing this, eating out of a bucketful of M&amp;Ms and sippin on some coke. Paradise. =]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I get back on Friday. The guys are playing Halo at the moment, I could go join, but I cbf right now. Maaan I've gotten lazy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;New obsessions:&lt;br /&gt;Jake &amp; Amir podcasts - look for them on iTunes. &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;Malteser and M&amp;M buckets.&lt;br /&gt;Mini pizzas.&lt;br /&gt;Dragon Age: Origins (and soon, the expansion! When I finish..)&lt;br /&gt;Final Fantasy 13 (although it's kinda annoying me at the moment. Can't kill one goddamn monster.)&lt;br /&gt;Atreyu.&lt;br /&gt;Sleeping. Oh the joy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kitty, over &amp; out.&lt;br /&gt;Oxo.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Kay.&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21002273-435099558995264115?l=rawrr-a-saurr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rawrr-a-saurr.blogspot.com/feeds/435099558995264115/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21002273&amp;postID=435099558995264115' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21002273/posts/default/435099558995264115'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21002273/posts/default/435099558995264115'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rawrr-a-saurr.blogspot.com/2010/04/only-exception.html' title='the only exception;'/><author><name>Kitty;;</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04590657714911816284</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-21002273.post-5904235922962241393</id><published>2009-09-08T00:49:00.002+12:00</published><updated>2009-09-08T01:23:20.816+12:00</updated><title type='text'>i just can't get you off my mind, and why would i even try?</title><content type='html'>Meow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Didn't have anything better to do, so I decided to post =D&lt;br /&gt;Finally!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today. [Monday]&lt;br /&gt;Went to a poledancing lesson with Kristy &amp;amp; Kseniya. It was actually fun, and I'm sore.&lt;br /&gt;I met Kristy at this ad thing we did at the start of this year, and Kseniya, well I've known her since last year.&lt;br /&gt;I also bummed around all day, which was quite fantabulous.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow. [Tuesday]&lt;br /&gt;I have a job interview at Supre. As Supre is basically known as the "slut shop" I feel I won't get the job. :\&lt;br /&gt;I really need money though. This sucks.&lt;br /&gt;Also someone wants me to go training. My interview starts at 5.30pm, not too sure what time it'll finish. Here's to hoping I'll make it to training!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Day after. [aka, Wednesday!]&lt;br /&gt;Going to Pauanui!&lt;br /&gt;Also means I have to get up early. And when I say early, I mean leave at 8.30am. In other words, waking up well before 7.00am.&lt;br /&gt;Oh shit, I also need to pack. -___-&lt;br /&gt;Gonna be there 'til Friday. Hehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway!&lt;br /&gt;My room is randomly really cold. D:&lt;br /&gt;I don't like it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have a new found obsession with Chase Coy. He's gorgeousssss. &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;Thank you James, for telling me about him. Hehehe. =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love my nailpolish. It's really red. Like bright red. Some random told me they liked my nailpolish today. I lol'd.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha, speaking of which, my mom uses the word "lol". xD&lt;br /&gt;She's the man!&lt;br /&gt;=]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm on holiday now, for two weeks.&lt;br /&gt;Yay!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm running out of semi-interesting things to say!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yay for interesting websites;&lt;br /&gt;www.fmylife.com&lt;br /&gt;www.mylifeisaverage.com&lt;br /&gt;www.mylifeisg.com&lt;br /&gt;www.textsfromlastnight.com&lt;br /&gt;www.1000awesomethings.com&lt;br /&gt;www.1-day.com&lt;br /&gt;www.emailsfromcrazypeople.com&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can't help but love these.&lt;br /&gt;At least I can't.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;3kitty.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Kay.&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21002273-5904235922962241393?l=rawrr-a-saurr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rawrr-a-saurr.blogspot.com/feeds/5904235922962241393/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21002273&amp;postID=5904235922962241393' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21002273/posts/default/5904235922962241393'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21002273/posts/default/5904235922962241393'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rawrr-a-saurr.blogspot.com/2009/09/i-just-cant-get-you-off-my-mind-and-why.html' title='i just can&apos;t get you off my mind, and why would i even try?'/><author><name>Kitty;;</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04590657714911816284</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-21002273.post-8054338941987439344</id><published>2009-05-25T00:18:00.002+12:00</published><updated>2009-05-25T00:38:52.322+12:00</updated><title type='text'>When my bottle pop; shake mee/</title><content type='html'>What's the first thing you thought in your head when you woke up today? &lt;br /&gt;I'm hungry. Lulz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If your best friend confessed that they can see the future, you would...?&lt;br /&gt;Send them to a therapist.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Write a random quote that comes to your head:&lt;br /&gt;my butterfly, i`m happy when you`re with me, you`re everything i need &amp;amp; everything i see..&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;What's your opinion on milk chocolate? &lt;br /&gt;yumz!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What about Dark Chocolate? &lt;br /&gt;yumz!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You do know that white chocolate isn't even really chocolate, right? &lt;br /&gt;yumz!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you get annoyed when surveys mention a band you\'ve never heard of? &lt;br /&gt;yumz!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What's your opinion about Katy Perry's song "I kissed a girl"?&lt;br /&gt;OVER IT.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;What's your least favorite pizza topping? &lt;br /&gt;Vegetarian.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What would you do if you discovered the US was now drafting for the war? &lt;br /&gt;yumz!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are you even living in America, or are you from another country?&lt;br /&gt;New Zealand eow.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;What's your favorite social website? &lt;br /&gt;Facebook.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you believe in heaven? If so, what's it like? If not, why? &lt;br /&gt;Heaven.. Not really. Never been there :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What''s your favorite video game? &lt;br /&gt;HALO 3 LULZ. Or GTA 4.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In your opinion, is Bzoink the best place to find fun surveys?&lt;br /&gt;.. Bzoink?&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;What kind of mood are you in right now, and why?&lt;br /&gt;HUNGRIES MOODZ.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;What's your opinion of high school?&lt;br /&gt;miss it.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Do you perfer the country or city? &lt;br /&gt;citaai.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Texting: Is it fun, evil, boring, or none of the above? &lt;br /&gt;It's good for when you're on a bus for two hours [plus] each day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What email service do you use for your main (or only) email account?&lt;br /&gt;Gmail.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;What's your favorite dumb pick-up line? &lt;br /&gt;"i've lost my number, can i have yours?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What are your plans for the next 48 hours? &lt;br /&gt; Class, muck around in the city for 4 hours, sleep, eat.. training. Uhhhh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did you ever read "Captain Underpants" when you were little?&lt;br /&gt;OMG EPIC. YES.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;What's better: The old Cartoon Network, or the new one? Or do you not care? &lt;br /&gt;The old one's WAY better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Disney Channel shows are all pretty cheesy, aren't they? &lt;br /&gt;yeah, but i still watch them ;(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What's your opinion on the Jonas Brothers? &lt;br /&gt;I think they're secretly girls.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What are some of your favorite singers/bands? &lt;br /&gt;Ummmm. Brokencyde/Benny Benassiii. basically anything that's good to dance or drive to :]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why do the lead singers in bands always get the most recognization?!&lt;br /&gt;Because they sing + they are usually.. idk. lolz.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Did you ever believe in the Tooth Fairy?&lt;br /&gt;yeah xD&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;What's your favorite type of weather? &lt;br /&gt;Summer :]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What's your opinion on reading books? &lt;br /&gt;Reading is good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're given a chance to act in a hollywood blockbuster! Would you accept?&lt;br /&gt;Sure, teach me how to act.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;What it if it was a movie directed by Tim Burton?&lt;br /&gt;TIM BURTON!? = JOHNNY DEPP. FUCK YEZ.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;How do you feel about Taco Bell? &lt;br /&gt;Never had it ;(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are you hungry right now? &lt;br /&gt;Always =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How often do you go on to Youtube?&lt;br /&gt;More than is healthy.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;It's possible to be addicted to anything... What are you addicted to? &lt;br /&gt;Tattoos. And food.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What's your opinion of Wallgreens?&lt;br /&gt;.. yumz!&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Back when Spongebob Squarepants was famous, were you interested in it?&lt;br /&gt;Spongebob Squarepants is still famous, dick. D: &lt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;What's your dream pet? &lt;br /&gt;My puppy, chexx &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You see a mermaid while relaxing on the beach with friends. What now?&lt;br /&gt;Steal it's tail so I can become a mermaid.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Who's been your favorite teacher growing up, and why?&lt;br /&gt;Reyneke = because she was pretty much the bomb.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;When you were little, did you ever like Pokemon? &lt;br /&gt;Yeah :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How often do you get headaches? &lt;br /&gt;Depends on how much I sleep each night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you have any songs stuck in your head right now? If so, what?&lt;br /&gt;Starstrukk - 3oh!3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204); font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;3christaahh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Kay.&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21002273-8054338941987439344?l=rawrr-a-saurr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rawrr-a-saurr.blogspot.com/feeds/8054338941987439344/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21002273&amp;postID=8054338941987439344' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21002273/posts/default/8054338941987439344'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21002273/posts/default/8054338941987439344'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rawrr-a-saurr.blogspot.com/2009/05/when-my-bottle-pop-shake-mee.html' title='When my bottle pop; shake mee/'/><author><name>Kitty;;</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04590657714911816284</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-21002273.post-7310610545585489876</id><published>2009-05-19T14:22:00.002+12:00</published><updated>2009-05-19T14:40:59.468+12:00</updated><title type='text'>can`t you see that i`m the one who understands you, when you`re all alone so why can`t you see; you belong with me.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;In Marketing now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Tis been a while.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;I got my mags. They're pretty and silver. 5 spoke, &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;17x4x100 -&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;17"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;, 4stud, 100&lt;/span&gt; stud offset. I'm a car nerd ;(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;I'm also going in tomorrow to get my calipers painted red. I bought them on Saturday from &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Repco, &lt;/span&gt;thought Carlo [Match] was working, but turns out his wife just had a kid so he took leave. I assumes. Ended up buying the brush paint instead of spray can so had to go back. Ah yes. Got it for like $10 cheaper. Yay for hookups!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Speaking of cheap stuff, bought cookies from Mrs Higgins sometime last week. Thursday, I think. I got 5 for $3.00 instead of like $7.00, 'cause Kyle [this guy in my EOB class] was working. So free cookies.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Which I can't taste 'cause I'M SICK. Tis gay.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Can't breathe every morning. D:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;I have three new piercings since my last post. Two more cartilage piercings and one more lobe in my right ear. =]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Total of 10 piercings now, which is pushing the "few piercings" limit.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;I changed all 5 of the ones in my right ear so now it looks like a rainbow :] &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;fluoro pink,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;yellow&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;fluoro green, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;light blue&lt;/span&gt;. I left my latest cartilage piercing in. It's diamondy :]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;I got the lobe piercing on the 16th. [Me &amp;amp; D's anniversary.]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;He took me out to dinner, had some italian. Then went to play Guitar Hero [and drums and singing] at Tiger's with Cappy &amp;amp; Pondi too.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;What elsee... Oh yes. The Uni side of things. I have to write 5 essays by Thursday, done 2 essays so far. Tis for my BIM Portfolio.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Missing heaps of stuff from it though :\&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Also have my EOB Portfolio due on&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt; Monday.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;UGH.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Haven't started, but it's HUGE and HARD and CBF.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Ahaha, just realized that could be really dirty.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;I likes the song &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;You Belong With Me - Taylor Swift&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;It's liek. NICE.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;D:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Is done, for now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204); font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;3christaa.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Kay.&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21002273-7310610545585489876?l=rawrr-a-saurr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rawrr-a-saurr.blogspot.com/feeds/7310610545585489876/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21002273&amp;postID=7310610545585489876' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21002273/posts/default/7310610545585489876'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21002273/posts/default/7310610545585489876'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rawrr-a-saurr.blogspot.com/2009/05/cant-you-see-that-im-one-who.html' title='can`t you see that i`m the one who understands you, when you`re all alone so why can`t you see; you belong with me.'/><author><name>Kitty;;</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04590657714911816284</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-21002273.post-2789345007531592496</id><published>2009-05-08T14:56:00.003+12:00</published><updated>2009-05-08T15:21:43.153+12:00</updated><title type='text'>You in the yard,, are we making you sweat?</title><content type='html'>Is feeling bored in Finance. :]&lt;br /&gt;And feel like dancing. Listening to "&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Ride My Tempo [Fedde Remix] - Ida Corr&lt;/span&gt;". I &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;3&lt;/span&gt; the beat. It's got the most awesome bass beat sounds in my car. =]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm eating a &lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;Pixie Caramel&lt;/span&gt;. Om nom. It`s the one with the &lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;dark chocolate&lt;/span&gt; on the outsidee.. Is heaven.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What can I talk abouttt.&lt;br /&gt;Last night I was rushing pretty bad to finish my essay; 2 pages on different types of sampling methods. You should be jealous, I sure would be. Finished it around 3, had a bit of &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;vodka &amp;amp; midori&lt;/span&gt; to keep me awake &amp;amp; because I felt like some.&lt;br /&gt;Oh guess what? It's stats time now.&lt;br /&gt;Tres excite.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Taking you for a trip,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;so let you back bone slip &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Lick your lip &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;double dip&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;baby move your hips;;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think the backspace button on this laptop is broken v_v&lt;br /&gt;I have to push it super hard for it to work. Fail.&lt;br /&gt;Om nom nom pixie caramel with &lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;dark chocolate&lt;/span&gt; is heavennnn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh noes, I has no more internet credit D:&lt;br /&gt;Oh no wait, it just got signed out. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My neck hurts, and my back hurts. I may be going to &lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;Mag &amp;amp; Turbo&lt;/span&gt; tomorrow to get my wheels :]]&lt;br /&gt;I didn't get them on Wednesday 'cause I had to drive daddy to the dentist and back and then get my sister from school D:&lt;br /&gt;Too much driving. I really need to get rid of my excess mag wheels cause they're pissing me off. I can't accelerate fast, I can't turn corners fast 'cause my car will like flip over or something or my wheels will fly outta the boot. I just wanna get them the fuck away from me D: &lt;&lt;br /&gt;I could put them in my room but that involves exercise and actually using my energy for something. Like, to move each wheel to my room. It's a long way. And I'm lazy.&lt;br /&gt;And we have to go up a couple of stairs. And the wheels are heavy.&lt;br /&gt;-bitchwhinemoan-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't wait for the &lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;weekend&lt;/span&gt;. I really should start studying for my exams. I think they're in like 3 weeks. Ugh. I'm not doing very well this year. Too bad mom doesn't know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hung out with &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Simon&lt;/span&gt; a bit yesterday, and he wrote a remix for "i'm on a boat". It's called I'm on a bus - and I sent him part of my lyrics for it while I was on the bus =DD&lt;br /&gt;And today it was "I get wild on a bus.. Chaa Hoo!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then after class I met up with &lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Eggs &amp;amp; Greer&lt;/span&gt; :]&lt;br /&gt;Eggs was abusive and kept poking and playing with my fat. :(&lt;br /&gt;Greer did too. Just because they have no fat.&lt;br /&gt;I trained last night.&lt;br /&gt;Felt so crappy. I can't even jump/fly anymore. It takes so much effort just to put in a little bit of power. Thank god Sawden wasn't there last night, he wouldn't have wanted me to come back.&lt;br /&gt;-cries-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Regionals is like on the &lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;7th&lt;/span&gt;. Exams are on the &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;4th&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;10th&lt;/span&gt;, I think. I'm guessing. :]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel like going shopping! I want another coat and a pair of new &lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;boots&lt;/span&gt;. I saw some today, some really really nice ones. D: And they looked really warm. They were like, fuzzy and had random dark bits and. I can't describe it well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;3christaa.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Kay.&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21002273-2789345007531592496?l=rawrr-a-saurr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rawrr-a-saurr.blogspot.com/feeds/2789345007531592496/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21002273&amp;postID=2789345007531592496' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21002273/posts/default/2789345007531592496'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21002273/posts/default/2789345007531592496'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rawrr-a-saurr.blogspot.com/2009/05/you-in-yard-are-we-making-you-sweat.html' title='You in the yard,, are we making you sweat?'/><author><name>Kitty;;</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04590657714911816284</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-21002273.post-8724427518245558013</id><published>2009-05-07T16:00:00.003+12:00</published><updated>2009-05-07T16:16:36.355+12:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm just a little bit insane, because I see you everywhere;;</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;I'm in class, well Uni. Same thing. We're all doing Trial Balances and I'm all like.. Zzz..&lt;br /&gt;So yes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;D got his full today. Yay for him.&lt;br /&gt;I got my full before him though. &gt;:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want a BBQBDCCU. &lt;-&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;@simon&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Hahaha. :]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;@chris&lt;/span&gt; - YOU DITCHED ME. :0&lt;br /&gt;ohwell.&lt;br /&gt;i love you. &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;eventhoughyouditchedmeforwow.&lt;br /&gt;-sulkface on-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got a C- on a business report, which is pretty much a fail. Almost.&lt;br /&gt;Only JUST passed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mom's gonna kill me.&lt;br /&gt;I need at least a B+ or a B average to get into the course I want next year - well major.&lt;br /&gt;I wanna do an Accounting major :\&lt;br /&gt;If I can't then I might just give up and do something super bum. Like go to a &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;bartending school&lt;/span&gt;. OMG KEEN.&lt;br /&gt;Then I can work at a bar and get free alcohol. And get my friends free alcohol too.&lt;br /&gt;Not that I drink much, anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1hour til I can leave.&lt;br /&gt;I'm pretty keen for some food now.&lt;br /&gt;Eggs and Greer are gonna meet me at 5 for some fun times. Kidding. &lt;_&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They wanan see me.&lt;br /&gt;Yes, wanan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I saw the video clip for "Who's Your Daddy" by Benny Benassi in Pauanui. Although I like the beat/bass, the clip is &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt;dirty&lt;/span&gt; D:&lt;br /&gt;Ew poo brown colour.&lt;br /&gt;It's like, porn but with clothes on.&lt;br /&gt;I bet you're gonna go look at it now, huh.&lt;br /&gt;GOSH.&lt;br /&gt;Well if you do, I like the &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;grey&lt;/span&gt; bikini/one piece. Get it for me. =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm gonna try to blog more often.&lt;br /&gt;[although now that I say that I probably won't. Oh well. =D]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Obsessed With You - The Orion Experience: FUNNY SONG. Ish.&lt;br /&gt;I like it.&lt;br /&gt;Even though it's nothing like my type of music.&lt;br /&gt;Thanks, Jam, for telling me about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 153);"&gt;IS SO BORED.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My piercings are pissing me off.&lt;br /&gt;I can't sleep properly cause I usually sleep on the side. Since BOTH sides are newly pierced [lol at that term] I can't sleep on either.&lt;br /&gt;x______x&lt;br /&gt;So I sleep on my back.&lt;br /&gt;Which is impossible for me, unless I'm really exhausted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I'm actually training tonight.&lt;br /&gt;*gasp*&lt;br /&gt;And then after I'm probably gonna be like 2kg lighter.&lt;br /&gt;And then 2kg more lighter the next day.&lt;br /&gt;YES, MORE LIGHTER.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want a frozen coke.&lt;br /&gt;Cravings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Emosong.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Small simple safe price,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Rise the wake and carry me with all of my regrets.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;This is not a small cut that scabs, and dries, and flakes, and heals.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt; And I am not afraid to die;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt; I'm not afraid to bleed and fuck and fight,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt; I want the pain of payment.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt; What's left, but a section of pygmy sized cuts.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt; Much like a slew of a thousand unwanted fucks.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt; Would you be my little cut?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt; Would you be my thousand fucks?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt; And make mark leaving space for the guilt to be liquid.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt; To fill and spill over and under my thoughts.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt; My sad, sorry, selfish cry out to the cutter.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt; I'm cutting trying to picture your black, broken heart.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt; Love is not like anything,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt; Especially a fucking knife.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;I actually genuinely like it&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Ew it was raining today.&lt;br /&gt;I hate rain.&lt;br /&gt;It's wet.&lt;br /&gt;x_x&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I have run out of things to bitch about.&lt;br /&gt;Yayy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;&lt;3christaa.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Kay.&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21002273-8724427518245558013?l=rawrr-a-saurr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rawrr-a-saurr.blogspot.com/feeds/8724427518245558013/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21002273&amp;postID=8724427518245558013' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21002273/posts/default/8724427518245558013'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21002273/posts/default/8724427518245558013'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rawrr-a-saurr.blogspot.com/2009/05/im-just-little-bit-insane-because-i-see.html' title='I&apos;m just a little bit insane, because I see you everywhere;;'/><author><name>Kitty;;</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04590657714911816284</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-21002273.post-3216543452365960989</id><published>2009-05-05T23:40:00.002+12:00</published><updated>2009-05-06T00:19:13.803+12:00</updated><title type='text'>Theres a war going on in the speakers.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Hmmkay. I have pretty much forgotten what has happened since I last posted. Which was a while ago.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Friday&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Had uni at 2, left at.. Sometime. I can't remember :\&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Got home, got ready for movies :]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;It was originally supposed to be me, Miho, Robbie &amp;amp; Sawden, but Sawden didn't come and mom came instead. I brought my mom to the movies. Too cool. We saw &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;Wolverine&lt;/span&gt;. It was okays. Haha, before the movie, me and mom ran to Pak N Save and bought a massive bag full of chips and chocolate and drinks and bad stuff that will make us fatty, just for the movie. It was good :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;After the movie, Miho came back with us to stay the night. When we got home, we decided to go out. After another hour or so when mom was chatting to us, we left to go to McDs. Food xDDD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;All in all. Pretty boring night.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Miho is a dirty smoker.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;D:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;When we got home, we stayed up all night watching movies like the Notebook and Twilight. My brother and his friend came home just as we were starting to watch Twilight. His friend pretty much COMA'd out on the bed behind the sofa. It was like uuuuh wtf. And then my Shaun [my bro] slept on the couch. Awkward turtle.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Turns out he earnt about $1300 in one night of poker. D: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Andandand! He gave me $100 of it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Hehehe.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;Saturday&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I woke up at 9am after sleeping at 6am-ish. I was EXHAUSTED. -.-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;And then Miho wanted McDs. So I drove and got food x] Which made me happy again and I forgot I was exhausted which is ALLGEE.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Food makes me happy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Uhm. OMG Miho got my mom hooked on watching Japanese Dramas like, Hana Yori Dango or something like that. I is bad at speaking asian. x_x Anyway, now mom's watching stuff like that 24/7.  And she can't even understand it without subtitles. Wheeee.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Saturday night I was actually supposed to go to a party with my friend Grace and her ex Zayne. But yeah, it would be awkward and I didn't feel like dressing up like a slut [basically.] to get perved on. :\&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Because the theme was Saints and Sinners. And I'm totally a saint. (A)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Ended up going out with the Corner people :] I love hanging out with them. It's always a ton of fun, no matter what we do. We ended up watching Wolverine [for me - again. But it's okay cause D shouted me a ticket.] and then went to play pool just across the carpark afterwards. After that I dropped Tash &amp;amp; Emma back at Tash's place and she showed me her ball dress. It's soo pretty :] It [almost] makes me wish I was still in Y13 so I could have another school ball. -sigh-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;Sunday&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;What did I do on Sunday.. Hmm..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;OH I went to see &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;Monsters Vs Aliens&lt;/span&gt; with my mom &amp;amp; my sister. It was good :]] Ahaha, I love bob. The blue blob thingy. &lt;3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;And insectosaurus who turns into a butterfly. A massive one.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;And then went to the library. 8D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;And then I took my family out to dinner at Genghis Khan. I had booked a table at 7pm. My treat :]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;The food was a-mazing. I don't think I've ever eaten so much in  such a short space of time ever in my life. 5 helpings, made up of 2 mains and then 2 desserts and then another main just because I can. And then I went home and went on msn and said to Simon:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;"I'm hungry."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;It's not my fault I have a fast metabolism! [&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;notrly&lt;/span&gt;.]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Ended up spending about $115 total. Cause it was a buffet thing. :]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;Monday&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Uni :\&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Left after two hours to go to Newmarket. To do shopping. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Went to like, Number One Shoe Warehouse Outlet place, didn't buy anything 'cause Shreen &amp;amp; Roshnee dragged me out.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Went to Fuschia, and got two more piercings! Excite.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Now I have &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;4 in each ear, and a bellybutton piercing. &lt;/span&gt;Including tragus piercing! Which is my favourite. It's that little sticky outey bit in the middle of your ear. It gets kinda annoying at times though, cause it's a ring. So I have to adjust it just to put my earphone in. Tis retarded.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;Tuesday&lt;/u&gt; [Today.]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Went in early to hang out with D for a bit. Also to buy a phone charger cause mine's a retard and BROKE.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Fucking .. Ngh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;And the I had Uni, which is always fun. &lt;- Sarcasm.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;And then.. I hung out with Miho a bit. She's starting to scare me a little.. I mean, she's depressed because... ... ... [can't actually say]... ... ... and she started cutting her wrists and.. :\&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I kind of fear for her. I'm protective of her. I don't know if it's cause of me or whatever but she's depressed. I told her that I'm sticking with D and I can't be with her, and she kinda went all &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;emo&lt;/span&gt; on me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I still care for her though.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;:\&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Anyway.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;And then bussed home.. And went out with the guys :] &lt;- Corner guys. [Alex, Chris, Declan, Simon]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Went to BK and then pool. Then D left to go home [he's still on his restricted. I lulz.] and me, Chris and Alex [Simon was in Chris' car] convoyed to absolutely no where. Unless you count Simons house. Thats kinda when the convoy died, so I guess there.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Which leads us to now. I just made myself a massive Mac &amp;amp; Cheese bowl and ahhh.. Food.. So good.. *_*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I'm hopefully getting new mags tomorrow. HOPEFULLY. Spending about $600 for all the extras too, like fitting tyres, wheel alignment and brake paint. Oh yeah, I'm trading my old ones in for new ones that are prettier. I think.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Advanti Stalkers for something else. I didn't really check :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;What do I have planned this weekend.. To do some uni work of course. But what else can I do. I'm pretty keen for another Corner night at the office, but don't know when that'll happen.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I apparently have a new nickname thing/alter ego. I is a &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;kitty&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Meeeow! *dingdingtinkletinkle*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;*something falls over*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;&lt;3christaa&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Kay.&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21002273-3216543452365960989?l=rawrr-a-saurr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rawrr-a-saurr.blogspot.com/feeds/3216543452365960989/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21002273&amp;postID=3216543452365960989' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21002273/posts/default/3216543452365960989'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21002273/posts/default/3216543452365960989'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rawrr-a-saurr.blogspot.com/2009/05/theres-war-going-on-in-speakers.html' title='Theres a war going on in the speakers.'/><author><name>Kitty;;</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04590657714911816284</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-21002273.post-137480426726087894</id><published>2009-03-21T16:49:00.002+13:00</published><updated>2009-03-21T16:57:44.315+13:00</updated><title type='text'>Romeo, save me I've been feeling so alone.. I keep waiting for you but you never come..</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Hi.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt; Decided to write a blog now cause I pretty much have nothing better to do.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt; I'm currently sitting on a couch thing in britomart. I managed to steal someones textbook for tonights homework. That's due tomorrow. Toootally lame :]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt; I'm waiting for Robbie to get his ass to brito. So he can train with me to training. And, no, eggs, it ain't you I'm talking about :]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Baby when the lights go out.."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt; Uhm yeah. Today was pretty boring. Took the class half an hour to prepare a simplified balance sheet. The need that I am, it took me a mere 5 minutes. I know, I know. Nerdy to the max. Ch'yuuuh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt; Eww, it's raining. And I don't have a jacket. Meaning I'm gonna be freeeeezing when I get off the train. &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Perfect&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt; Was gonna get a piercing today. Another one. Left ear. That little bit that sticks out? Kinda. Yeah.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt; I'll get it tomorrow. Moms gonna screeaaaam. I'll only get it if it's less than $50. No, $60. :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt; And how am I gonna afford it, you ask? &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;Student loan&lt;/span&gt;, baby ;D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; font-weight: bold;"&gt; Part DEUX.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt; Yeah, Robbie turned up so I didn't need to blog anymore :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt; I'm now on the bus. Had to wake up at freaking 10am. I usually get at least an hour of extra sleep D:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt; Think I'm getting my piercing today. Yayy :] I have to buy my books as well.. $300 bucks worth of books. Mind you that's only 4 books D: only for semester one.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt; Omg I hate it when the buses turn into the bus terminal to switch drivers.. Takes so long, plus, after that most drivers turn left and go all the way back to botany just to turn around. They just can't be fucked turning right -_-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt; Oh wow. There's traffic today, I mean what's up with that?! Lollll. I'm &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;okayyy&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;PART TROIS.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt; I saw the trailer for the fast and the furious 4, omg I soo wanna watch it right now, too bad most people kindaa don't have money to see it with me or such.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt; Le boyfriend is catching up with one of his old &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;girl friends&lt;/span&gt; tomorrow. &gt;_&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Got a new piercing yesterday :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt; To add to my list of piercings, that is, 4x lobes, 1x cartilage and now, currently my favourite, my tragus piercing. It's that random part of your ear that's little and sticks out. I have a ring through it. Everyone tells me not to play with it but I never listen &gt;:D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt; Hey, eggs, I just typed all that on my iPod in about 8 minutes. New record for mee :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt; As in from the part I said 1:07am :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt; Yay.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt; I have the strongest cravings for starbucks right now. New obsession is the &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;Caramel Frappacino&lt;/span&gt;, cream on top. Yummy.. I may have to get one tomorrows to satisfy my cravings. &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;Lol@kfc ad.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Part four.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt; So now I'm sitting on a bus. I can only listen to my iPod through one headphone and I broke my phone. It's quite frustrating. The sim card won't read. I've taken it apart, and put it back together about seven times in my last class. Ugh. Time for a new phone.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt; I don't have any of the numbers on my sim card. I hate my goddamn phone.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Five.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt; At the office. I can post this! Yay :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;&lt;3christaa.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Kay.&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21002273-137480426726087894?l=rawrr-a-saurr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rawrr-a-saurr.blogspot.com/feeds/137480426726087894/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21002273&amp;postID=137480426726087894' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21002273/posts/default/137480426726087894'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21002273/posts/default/137480426726087894'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rawrr-a-saurr.blogspot.com/2009/03/romeo-save-me-ive-been-feeling-so-alone.html' title='Romeo, save me I&apos;ve been feeling so alone.. I keep waiting for you but you never come..'/><author><name>Kitty;;</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04590657714911816284</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-21002273.post-6937867089626566008</id><published>2009-03-10T22:58:00.002+13:00</published><updated>2009-03-10T23:03:19.694+13:00</updated><title type='text'>Eggs' special post.</title><content type='html'>Here's your special post, you demanding egg[s].&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I bumped into him and Greer. Not really, he stalked me outside the WF Building. Didn't realize they were actually there 'til someone kicked me in the back of my shoe, I think it was.&lt;br /&gt;Yeah.&lt;br /&gt;And so I turn around all like "wtf bitch, wanna scrap ow?" &lt;--- i'm gangster.&lt;br /&gt;But it turns into: "who the fu... OHmygod HI."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then we walk around.&lt;br /&gt;They call me fat.&lt;br /&gt;I eat to prove it.&lt;br /&gt;And get a second order, too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then I miss my bus.&lt;br /&gt;So they wait with me for half an hour for the next one.&lt;br /&gt;In that half an hour, we came to a conclusion that we should buy a bus. Or a house bus thing. And make it all.. Awesome and stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have to get off.&lt;br /&gt;But yes.&lt;br /&gt;Here, eggs. Enjoy your own very special post.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fatty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;&lt;3christaa.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Kay.&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21002273-6937867089626566008?l=rawrr-a-saurr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rawrr-a-saurr.blogspot.com/feeds/6937867089626566008/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21002273&amp;postID=6937867089626566008' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21002273/posts/default/6937867089626566008'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21002273/posts/default/6937867089626566008'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rawrr-a-saurr.blogspot.com/2009/03/eggs-special-post.html' title='Eggs&apos; special post.'/><author><name>Kitty;;</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04590657714911816284</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-21002273.post-8249861251791943297</id><published>2009-03-10T21:33:00.002+13:00</published><updated>2009-03-10T22:05:10.842+13:00</updated><title type='text'>I`ll never feel alone again, with you by my side..</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;"I give my heart to you,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;I give my heart, cause nothing can compare, in this world, to you.."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Into my &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;second week&lt;/span&gt; of Uni now. It's started getting a bit harder, but at least I have tomorrow off to sort out all the things I still need to do. Such as:&lt;br /&gt;- Buy 4 more books [I think]&lt;br /&gt;- Check if my student  loan/allowance has been transferred. [My card got declined today. Noesss.]&lt;br /&gt;- Write a two page summary of some chapter in some book...&lt;br /&gt;- Read about &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;30 pages&lt;/span&gt; of fucking. Business shit.&lt;br /&gt;- Research and pretty much investigate something I can do for our small business experience/enterprise or something. It's to do with Health and Beauty. -______-&lt;br /&gt;- Do some task on AUTonline.. It's to do with our portfolio.&lt;br /&gt;- Do a quiz on Accounting..&lt;br /&gt;- Some other thing to do with Finance.&lt;br /&gt;Ohnoes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yes. Quite a list. Quite a lot to get through.&lt;br /&gt;So I found out that my boyfriend's dad may be losing his job.. And there I was thinking he just didn't appreciate me. Or was embarrassed of me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;I'm such a bitch&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;But I have my reasons, perhaps. He seemed embarrassed of me [maybe he is.. but anyway] today when I hung out with him at lunch. His friend came along. A girl called Sarah or something. And then another guy came along, Sean or something lol. But it was fully awkwardd..&lt;br /&gt;And he wouldn't even kiss me goodbye properly. Or cuddle/hug/holdmyhand at all..&lt;br /&gt;So, I DO have my reasons.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In other news.. I received an email lately basically saying that if I'm 16-35 years [which I am. &lt;_&lt;] and am available for 1-6 days between sometime end of March and start of April I can make up to $300 a day =] It's for a Toyota ad. Ooooh.&lt;br /&gt;I'm keen as. But bad news is that it's run by Mr Banicevich. He's my old TKD instructor and well.. Me, my mom and him don't have very good history. He picked on us and we left his TKD club [Glendowie] and now he deliberately picks on us when we train at his club [no more!] occasionally. I dunno. I want to do the ad, but &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Mr B's a bitch&lt;/span&gt;. To put it as nicely as I can.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next thing to talk about is.. OH YES.&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt; March is being a bitch&lt;/span&gt; to the whole of &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;the Corner.&lt;/span&gt; It's a group of friends [most from Macleans] and I'm just a random j.i. =D It's all anti Valentines this month, apparently 4 couples broke up or something. That was a quote. &lt;- Simon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yes. That TV Commercial. I haven't decided if I wanna do it. I mean, I do but that means I'm missing out on lectures.. :\&lt;br /&gt;Plus it's not like I'm THAT buff. I'm kinda fat. D: Noes.&lt;br /&gt;-gasp-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But it's  good money..&lt;br /&gt;-sigh-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's give it a try.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;&lt;3christaa.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Kay.&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21002273-8249861251791943297?l=rawrr-a-saurr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rawrr-a-saurr.blogspot.com/feeds/8249861251791943297/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21002273&amp;postID=8249861251791943297' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21002273/posts/default/8249861251791943297'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21002273/posts/default/8249861251791943297'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rawrr-a-saurr.blogspot.com/2009/03/ill-never-feel-alone-again-with-you-by.html' title='I`ll never feel alone again, with you by my side..'/><author><name>Kitty;;</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04590657714911816284</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-21002273.post-7367377703980313276</id><published>2009-03-05T21:32:00.003+13:00</published><updated>2009-03-05T22:02:32.816+13:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style=";font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;"  &gt;Wheeeee.&lt;br /&gt;So uhm. Started Uni, went to training tonight..&lt;br /&gt;                                                                                 &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;ALMOSTDIED.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sawden missed us, so he made up for not training us for the past couple of weeks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;UNIVERSITY&lt;/span&gt;. My hours are pretty decent =]&lt;br /&gt;2-5 everyday except Wednesdays. I'm not complaining cause I get to sleep in, but then I have to bus it home/train to training. &gt;.&lt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Tr&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;af&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;"  &gt;f&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;ic&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; is tres lame on Mon/Fri.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My Uni routine each day &lt;u&gt;usually&lt;/u&gt; includes &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);font-size:85%;" &gt;Starbucks,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; Mocha Frappucino, or if it's cold I'll get a hot chocolate. Then walk up to class, look like I'm doing something for 15mins before class actually starts.&lt;br /&gt;I hang out with my neighbour &amp;amp; her friends. Still a bit.. -awkward turtle-&lt;br /&gt;I haz a feeling they don't like me much. =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have 3 hours of Accounting a week, 3 of Professional Practice, NONE OF ECO =DDDD, 2 of Marketing, 2 of Stats [noes :((] uhmm. And 1 of Finance. Gonna be pretty tiring, and boring.&lt;br /&gt;I think I already have something due.&lt;br /&gt;I have no idea what.&lt;br /&gt;So.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MEH.&lt;br /&gt;TIRED.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;HUNGRY.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;EXHAUSTED.&lt;br /&gt;SOREASFUCK.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/dwk_Iu5sl7Q&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0&amp;amp;color1=0x3a3a3a&amp;amp;color2=0x999999"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/dwk_Iu5sl7Q&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0&amp;amp;color1=0x3a3a3a&amp;amp;color2=0x999999" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;3christaa.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Kay.&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21002273-7367377703980313276?l=rawrr-a-saurr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rawrr-a-saurr.blogspot.com/feeds/7367377703980313276/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21002273&amp;postID=7367377703980313276' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21002273/posts/default/7367377703980313276'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21002273/posts/default/7367377703980313276'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rawrr-a-saurr.blogspot.com/2009/03/wheeeee.html' title=''/><author><name>Kitty;;</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04590657714911816284</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-21002273.post-7208816762316570676</id><published>2009-02-28T16:37:00.003+13:00</published><updated>2009-02-28T16:55:32.389+13:00</updated><title type='text'>Forever, and a day..</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;"Kissed her for the first time yesterday.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;Everything I wished that it could be.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;Suddenly I forgot how to speak.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;Hopeless, breathless, baby, can`t you see?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I&lt;/span&gt;'m b&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;a&lt;/span&gt;ck. Dun dun duuun.&lt;br /&gt;Today was scary.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;L&lt;/span&gt;ast night, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I&lt;/span&gt; fell asleep at about 3? Maybe 4. I d&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;o&lt;/span&gt;n't rem&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;e&lt;/span&gt;mber. Sometime. At the office.&lt;br /&gt;Simon wakes me up at &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;6&lt;/span&gt; by poking me until I fell off the couch.&lt;br /&gt;Ten minutes later, I'm walking to my car. No wait, not walking. Running.&lt;br /&gt;It's raining and dark and scary.&lt;br /&gt;Fell asleep for a split second on the way home.&lt;br /&gt;One minute I was driving through the lights, and the next, I'm headed towards a parked car.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;v&lt;/span&gt;o&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;w&lt;/span&gt; n&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;e&lt;/span&gt;ver to drive again when&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; I&lt;/span&gt;'m that tired.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Two of m&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;y&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; friends ditch&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;e&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;d me yesterday. ;(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;unl&gt;&lt;/unl&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;unl&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;o&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;ved&lt;/span&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;One of the&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;m&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;, I was supposed to meet after work. He had some excuse about his girlfriend and blah blah.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Second one was supposed to meet me for coffee &amp;amp; do my hair all pretty.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;She had work, and said if I wanted to get my hair done today I'd have to pay $75, ca&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;u&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;se her mana&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;g&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;er's there.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;F&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;i&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;r&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; e&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;n&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;ough. So yeah. Raincheck for another time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Unless I wa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;n&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;na pay.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Which I &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;d&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;on't.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;B&lt;/span&gt;ut ye&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;a&lt;/span&gt;h.&lt;br /&gt;Run out &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;o&lt;/span&gt;f things to say &gt;_&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's sti&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;l&lt;/span&gt;l raining.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;W&lt;/span&gt;ell, U&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;n&lt;/span&gt;i st&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;a&lt;/span&gt;rts in &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;a&lt;/span&gt; matter of da&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;y&lt;/span&gt;sss&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;ss&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;No &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;wai&lt;/span&gt;t.&lt;br /&gt;Today's Saturday.&lt;br /&gt;So... In two days.&lt;br /&gt;My st&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;u&lt;/span&gt;dent &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;l&lt;/span&gt;oa&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;n&lt;/span&gt;/a&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;l&lt;/span&gt;lowance comes through on the 11th&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt; I get about $155 a week? Yay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tis all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153);"&gt;&lt;3christaa.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Kay.&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21002273-7208816762316570676?l=rawrr-a-saurr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rawrr-a-saurr.blogspot.com/feeds/7208816762316570676/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21002273&amp;postID=7208816762316570676' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21002273/posts/default/7208816762316570676'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21002273/posts/default/7208816762316570676'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rawrr-a-saurr.blogspot.com/2009/02/forever-and-day.html' title='Forever, and a day..'/><author><name>Kitty;;</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04590657714911816284</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-21002273.post-3748523333094180759</id><published>2009-02-27T17:31:00.004+13:00</published><updated>2009-03-05T21:31:58.455+13:00</updated><title type='text'>You make my pp hard. ;]]</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"  &gt;SIMPLE QUESTIONS ABOUT YOU: &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;(Yayy me..)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Full name: Christa Ting&lt;br /&gt;2. Nickname: Tinx, Chris, Oi, You, will you please get out of the way?&lt;br /&gt;3. Shoe size: 7? I think.&lt;br /&gt;4. Height: Short.&lt;br /&gt;5. Hair: Brunette/horribly faded pink.&lt;br /&gt;6. Siblings? 1 little sister [Lou] and 1 half brother [Shaun]&lt;br /&gt;7. Do you like to sing in the shower? Sure, if there's noone home.&lt;br /&gt;8. Do you like to sing? Sure, others prefer it if I didn't.&lt;br /&gt;9. Birthday: 19th June.&lt;br /&gt;10.Sign: Gemini&lt;br /&gt;11.Lefty or righty? Lefty.&lt;br /&gt;12.Shoes or sandals? Heels.&lt;br /&gt;13.Coke or Pepsi? Pepsi.&lt;br /&gt;14.What do you want in a relationship? Someone who cares, someone I can trust. Someone who I can run to when every one else runs away.&lt;br /&gt;15. Have you ever cheated? Unfortunately, yes.&lt;br /&gt;16. Marital status: Married. ;]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;font-family:courier new;font-size:78%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"  &gt;"FAVOURITE" QUESTIONS:&lt;br /&gt;17. Song: Right now? &gt;.&lt; Warmness on the Soul - A7X OR Love Story [Dance Remix] - Taylor Swift.&lt;br /&gt;18. &lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Cologne or Perfume? Perfume. I'm a girl.&lt;br /&gt;19. Movie: BOLT. :O&lt;br /&gt;20. Number: 8.&lt;br /&gt;21. Card game: Poker.&lt;br /&gt;23. Sports: Taekwon Do. I like Gymnastics too, but it may be too late for me to start that again.&lt;br /&gt;25. Food: Anything that ain't 99% fat free. D:&lt;br /&gt;26. TV show: Gossip Girl. Desperate Housewives.&lt;br /&gt;27. Cartoon: SPONGEBOB FTW. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-weight: bold; font-family: verdana;font-family:courier new;font-size:78%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-weight: bold; font-family: verdana;font-family:courier new;font-size:78%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;QUESTIONS:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;30. Do you plan on having kids? Sure.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;31. How many do you want? Two at the most.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;32. What's something you can't wait to say? I do.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;33. Get married? Yeah.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;34. Have kids b4 u get married? Nah.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;35. You have a b/f or g/f : Yuhp.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;37. What hurts you the most? Distance.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;38. Music/TV: Music.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;40. Green/Blue: Green.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;41. Pink/Purple: Pink.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;42. Summer/Winter: Summerrrraahhh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;43. Night/Day: Both.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;44. Hanging Out/ Chillin: What's the difference?&lt;br /&gt;45. Dopey/Funny: Don't really care.&lt;br /&gt;46. You know I'm around when you say: No, shut up.&lt;br /&gt;47. What school do you go to? Did? Baradene -&gt; Howick College.&lt;br /&gt;48. Do you enjoy what you do? Oh yeah baby ;]. Wait,, what do I do?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;font-family:courier new;font-size:78%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"  &gt;FRIENDS&lt;br /&gt;50.Who Are They? My imaginary ones.&lt;br /&gt;51. Most blonde: Chubs.&lt;br /&gt;52. Nicest: Fairyyy.&lt;br /&gt;53. Funniest: Robbie.&lt;br /&gt;54: Tallest: Other Robbie//Declan? I have no idea.&lt;br /&gt;55. What's the worst thing a friend could do to you? Backstab me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;font-family:courier new;font-size:78%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"  &gt;OTHER QUESTIONS THAT AREN'T RANDOM BECAUSE SOMEONE THOUGHT TO WRITE THEM ! &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;&lt;- omgrly.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;59. What was the last thing you cried over or got teary over? My mom yelling at me.&lt;br /&gt;61. What do you want right now? Food.&lt;br /&gt;62. What's one thing you can't live without? Secret. :] Because then someone would take it away, just to spite me.&lt;br /&gt;63. Love or Lust: Love.&lt;br /&gt;64. Silver or Gold: White gold.&lt;br /&gt;65. Diamond or Pearl: Diamonds.&lt;br /&gt;66. Sunset or sunrise: Sunrise. More romantic to watch together.&lt;br /&gt;67. Have you ever gone skinny-dipping? Tehehe. Yes.&lt;br /&gt;68. Do you sleep with stuffed animals: My teddy. &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;69. Do you have any piercings: Ears and bellybutton.&lt;br /&gt;70. What colour underwear are you wearing right now? White with pink lacyness.&lt;br /&gt;71. What song are you listening to right now? We Play House Music [David Vendetta Mix] - DJ Chus &amp;amp; David Penn. 72 What are the last 2 digits of your home phone: 01&lt;br /&gt;73. Where would you want to go on your honeymoon? Somewhere with snow. :) Real snow.&lt;br /&gt;74. Who do you want to spend the rest of your life with? You. Ahaa.&lt;br /&gt;75. What are some of the first things you notice about the opposite sex? Hair/eyes.&lt;br /&gt;77. What's the next CD you want to listen to? Can't think of one. My iPod?&lt;br /&gt;78. Do you wear contacts or glasses? Glasses. 8D&lt;br /&gt;79. What was the best advice ever given to you? It's all good. Baby, it's all good.&lt;br /&gt;81. Do you like Funny or Scary movies better? Comedies.&lt;br /&gt;82. On the phone or in person? In person. You can hug someone in person, you can't hug them over the phone.&lt;br /&gt;83. Hugs or Kisses? Cuddles.&lt;br /&gt;84. What song seems to reflect you the most:  Here Without You [Topmodelz Remix] - Andrew Spencer vs. Lazard.&lt;br /&gt;85. If you died tomorrow who would you leave everything to? You.&lt;br /&gt;86. Do you have any enemies? Probably. :D 87.Who was the last person to hug you? Sissy. :]&lt;br /&gt;88. Would you rather be rich or famous? Neither. I'm  content the way I am.&lt;br /&gt;89. What time is it in Albania? How the fuck would I know.&lt;br /&gt;90. What time is it where you are now? 5:49pm.&lt;br /&gt;91. Have you ever met Santa? Of course. Who hasn't?&lt;br /&gt;92. Name something pretty: Raindrops.&lt;br /&gt;94.Do you have any pets? Chexxy. My dog. &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;95. Who was the last person you danced with: Declan..? I don't recall.&lt;br /&gt;96. Last time you were stressed? 20th Jan. When my results came out. And I found out I failed. Miserably.&lt;br /&gt;97. Are you an alcoholic? Nope.&lt;br /&gt;98. Have you ever kissed in the rain? Yes.&lt;br /&gt;99. Any tattoos? Yes. 3. :)&lt;br /&gt;100. asdf. [didn't have a question] The quiz missed out like, twenty numbers on purpose. Wasn't me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;&lt;3christaa.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Kay.&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21002273-3748523333094180759?l=rawrr-a-saurr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rawrr-a-saurr.blogspot.com/feeds/3748523333094180759/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21002273&amp;postID=3748523333094180759' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21002273/posts/default/3748523333094180759'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21002273/posts/default/3748523333094180759'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rawrr-a-saurr.blogspot.com/2009/02/you-make-my-pp-hard.html' title='You make my pp hard. ;]]'/><author><name>Kitty;;</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04590657714911816284</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-21002273.post-3197195764419985124</id><published>2009-02-27T17:12:00.003+13:00</published><updated>2009-02-27T17:30:08.903+13:00</updated><title type='text'>I don`t drink to impress myself, I drink to wake up in your girlfriend`s house.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;27/02/2009.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Uni starts soon.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Decided I should probably start posting again, it`ll give me something to do.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Mmmm..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What to write about.&lt;br /&gt;Alright.&lt;br /&gt;Todaaaay I woke up at like 10. Actually got up at 11. Went to Panmure to have some lady thread my eyebrows. [hurrrrt.]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I stopped by Pakuranga and got a Chicken Katsu-Don. So asian. v^_^v&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Omgsh. Sister and mom are having a yellingfest. -.-&lt;br /&gt;-turns up music-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ZOMG GUESS WHAT.&lt;br /&gt;Nothing.&lt;br /&gt;Muahaa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;3christa`sfairy.&lt;br /&gt;ily.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm party tonight. Started 20mins ago. :B&lt;br /&gt;I'm laate.&lt;br /&gt;And haven't even started to get ready yet.&lt;br /&gt;Wow, my friend was in an accident. He was sitting in a bus, and some car rammed the bus. Fucking genious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Current song: Colours of the Rainbow - Italo Brothers.&lt;br /&gt;"Now everytime I look up to the sky, I`ve got you on my mind"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've got a craving to watch Chicago right now.&lt;br /&gt;Short blog because I'm lazy and really out of ideas about what to write.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Go to www.bluemutiny.com for more interesting blogs. :]&lt;br /&gt;It's Robbie's blog.&lt;br /&gt;I&lt;3eggs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;`- christaa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Kay.&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21002273-3197195764419985124?l=rawrr-a-saurr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rawrr-a-saurr.blogspot.com/feeds/3197195764419985124/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21002273&amp;postID=3197195764419985124' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21002273/posts/default/3197195764419985124'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21002273/posts/default/3197195764419985124'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rawrr-a-saurr.blogspot.com/2009/02/i-dont-drink-to-impress-myself-i-drink.html' title='I don`t drink to impress myself, I drink to wake up in your girlfriend`s house.'/><author><name>Kitty;;</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04590657714911816284</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-21002273.post-4799834035583085750</id><published>2007-08-18T20:20:00.000+12:00</published><updated>2007-08-18T20:38:02.132+12:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='boys'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='suck'/><title type='text'>Boys. -rolls eyes-</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Boys + Relationships&lt;/span&gt; = Complicated much?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You have those girls, with the &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;perfect guy&lt;/span&gt; who complain about every single &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;little &lt;/span&gt;thing he does. For example, he gets her a &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;white &lt;/span&gt;rose instead of a &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;red one&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Appreciate &lt;/span&gt;him. He's not going to stick around if you &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;criticize &lt;/span&gt;every attempt he makes to try to make &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;you &lt;/span&gt;happy. You've probably got just as much &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;wrong &lt;/span&gt;with you as he does, except &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;you &lt;/span&gt;think you're too good to have problems. I mean &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;seriously&lt;/span&gt;, step back a bit. Give yourself time to see what &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;YOU &lt;/span&gt;need to work on, because it's not always his fault.&lt;br /&gt;Then you have those girls who &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;WANT &lt;/span&gt;guy problems. They don't have a guy in their life, and they want one. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Believe me,&lt;/span&gt; you don't want guy problems.&lt;br /&gt;They make you stop thinking about the important things in life like work and your friends and family. Remember that the &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;friends &lt;/span&gt;you have will always be there for you if the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;boyfriend &lt;/span&gt;starts being a &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;cunt&lt;/span&gt;. And when your friends are being complete asses, you have family. Corny, I know, but still. They will &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;always &lt;/span&gt;be there for you, even if they kick you outta the house.&lt;br /&gt;Then you have girls who just &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;NEED &lt;/span&gt;a guy for the sake of being able to say they have a guy. Even if they don't like them, they still use the guys to make them feel adored. To said girls; do you not have the self-confidence to be &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;SINGLE&lt;/span&gt;? It's not that &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;hard&lt;/span&gt;, try it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why can't guys be &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;easier &lt;/span&gt;to understand?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;This guy&lt;/span&gt;. He's going out with this &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;girl&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;He's my &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;ex-boyfriend&lt;/span&gt;, and we're basically still together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;YES&lt;/span&gt;. I am the evil '&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;mistress&lt;/span&gt;', and I've told him many times that he shouldn't still do stuff with me.&lt;br /&gt;He says, what she doesn't know won't hurt her. And I'm like,&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; fuck's sake&lt;/span&gt;. I'm not going to do anything with you until it's just you and me.&lt;br /&gt;Thing is, I'm worried that when it's just me and him, that he'll do the same to me.&lt;br /&gt;Yes, I've been with him before and let's just say that before,&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; it didn't quite work out&lt;/span&gt; because of distance. He has his &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;restricted&lt;/span&gt; license now, meaning he can come see me whenever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;BOYS &lt;/span&gt;ARE &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;CUNTS &lt;/span&gt;AND &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;DESERVE &lt;/span&gt;TO HAVE THEIR &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;ASSHOLES RAPED&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/end rant&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;... Boys suck. : D&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Kay.&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21002273-4799834035583085750?l=rawrr-a-saurr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rawrr-a-saurr.blogspot.com/feeds/4799834035583085750/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21002273&amp;postID=4799834035583085750' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21002273/posts/default/4799834035583085750'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21002273/posts/default/4799834035583085750'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rawrr-a-saurr.blogspot.com/2007/08/boys-rolls-eyes.html' title='Boys. -rolls eyes-'/><author><name>Kitty;;</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04590657714911816284</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-21002273.post-7747234964141939214</id><published>2007-08-12T20:56:00.000+12:00</published><updated>2007-08-12T21:35:27.035+12:00</updated><title type='text'>National'sz &lt;3</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;n___n&lt;br /&gt;Cheaaa, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;me &amp; Megan&lt;/span&gt; got into &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Auckland North Team&lt;/span&gt; for patterns.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Pwn't.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Poor &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Bexx&lt;/span&gt; though T_T&lt;br /&gt;Aw well. She's still in fo' &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;sparring&lt;/span&gt;, foo', so it's aight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Andandand I forgot what I was gon' say.&lt;br /&gt;Uh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I saw &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Die Hard 4 &lt;/span&gt;last night.&lt;br /&gt;At like. 9 sommin', and got home at around 12.&lt;br /&gt;Mom was like. O_O!!!! -&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;whacks&lt;/span&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;Not really, but yerh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It wasn't that bad, but some people said it was shit.&lt;br /&gt;I liked it so, they can just burn in the hells of my hate list.&lt;br /&gt;: D&lt;br /&gt;I'm lovely, I know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;School. Is. So. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Goddamn&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Boring&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;T_T&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Considering dropping out.&lt;br /&gt;But then I'd have the &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;shit &lt;/span&gt;kicked outta me by &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;mom&lt;/span&gt;, and I'd probably have &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;nowhere &lt;/span&gt;to stay, so like, not just yet.&lt;br /&gt;:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn't do my &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Bio &lt;/span&gt;internal, failed&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; Chemistry&lt;/span&gt;, think I failed &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Maths&lt;/span&gt;..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Should be getting my restricted licence in like, September. : D &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Very excite.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I'm only a learners licencer and can already drive with one hand, relaxed styles.&lt;br /&gt;I park with one hand too.&lt;br /&gt;Pro. I know : D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;-END-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm tired and going to sleep soonish.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All you mofo's out there  better download:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"Hey There Delilah -- Plain White T's"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you haven't got it already, because it's the best song.&lt;br /&gt;Evarhhh.&lt;br /&gt;So cute ^^" &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GOING NOW.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;end&gt;&lt;/end&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Kay.&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21002273-7747234964141939214?l=rawrr-a-saurr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rawrr-a-saurr.blogspot.com/feeds/7747234964141939214/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21002273&amp;postID=7747234964141939214' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21002273/posts/default/7747234964141939214'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21002273/posts/default/7747234964141939214'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rawrr-a-saurr.blogspot.com/2007/08/nationalsz-3.html' title='National&apos;sz &lt;3'/><author><name>Kitty;;</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04590657714911816284</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-21002273.post-4930714043991375840</id><published>2007-08-06T21:51:00.000+12:00</published><updated>2007-08-06T22:07:38.914+12:00</updated><title type='text'>Shotgun Opera -- Lock &amp; Load</title><content type='html'>Tehehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I downloaded an addon for Mozilla Firefox today, it like.. Replaces the stop  button on the browser with a button that acts just like a stop button, except when you click it, as well as stopping the page from loading, it makes a noise -- MC HAMMER YO. "Alright stop. Hammertime."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheaa.&lt;br /&gt;I'm hard gangs out.&lt;br /&gt;Anywayz.&lt;br /&gt;I cut my fringe, and it's little now. And wearing a gangsturr hoodie, so I'm just. So gangs. I know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm also sick, which sucks, but I think I'm getting better. Hopefully. Ah w- Or not. I just had a coughing fit. 'ow fun. ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes. Linkin Park on iTunes. &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;I fucking live for music, yo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I bleed it out, diggin' deeper, just to throw it away.&lt;br /&gt;Lalala.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh for fuck's sake. I just realized I have about 5274839274392483729.4 pages of maths homework to do.. Meh.&lt;br /&gt;Not going to do it, 'cause what 'ev.&lt;br /&gt;I'm probably gonna sit the maths test tomorrow too, gonna fail that.&lt;br /&gt;Lol. I haven't been to Bio for two weeks, something like that, anyway.&lt;br /&gt;Tehe. :x&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh but thank god, some angel from god (Phoot) just told me that we don't have maths tomorraz, so yes.&lt;br /&gt;No maths or chem.&lt;br /&gt;Which means, my chemistry teacher won't have time to gloat at me for failing some internal thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fucking twit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bedtime now. ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nightnight kids.&lt;br /&gt;Stay in school.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Kay.&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21002273-4930714043991375840?l=rawrr-a-saurr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rawrr-a-saurr.blogspot.com/feeds/4930714043991375840/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21002273&amp;postID=4930714043991375840' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21002273/posts/default/4930714043991375840'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21002273/posts/default/4930714043991375840'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rawrr-a-saurr.blogspot.com/2007/08/shotgun-opera-lock-load.html' title='Shotgun Opera -- Lock &amp; Load'/><author><name>Kitty;;</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04590657714911816284</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-21002273.post-3038894184922898230</id><published>2007-07-29T18:51:00.000+12:00</published><updated>2007-07-29T19:05:28.860+12:00</updated><title type='text'>Lynfield ball and such.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;Broke up&lt;/u&gt; with &lt;em&gt;thing&lt;/em&gt;. I can't say why.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;;x&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Lovesucks&lt;/strong&gt;, but we live with it because we have to.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Moving along.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;On &lt;strong&gt;Saturday the 21st&lt;/strong&gt;, I went to the&lt;u&gt; Lynfield College ball&lt;/u&gt; with &lt;strong&gt;Rajiv &lt;/strong&gt;as my ball escort.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Met all of his friends &amp;amp; overall, had a great night, was unforgettable.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;And mmyeah. Oi Yves, Rajiv, that pole.. Was &lt;u&gt;&lt;em&gt;mine&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/u&gt;. Is &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;u&gt;mine&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Yes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Andandand I have some shitty English essay about &lt;strong&gt;Kapka Kassabova's&lt;/strong&gt; poems, but me, being the genius I am, left all three poems at school. Meaning.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;I'm screwed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;So.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;I'm just bumming around on msn asking everyone if they have/have done their essays.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;:)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;I'm dead.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Ahh well.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Ohohoh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;And.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;I got into the &lt;u&gt;AN Region team&lt;/u&gt;, for sparring. Patterns ain't confirmed --&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt; yet.&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Chances are I won't be able to be in for Patterns, 'cause there are 4 people in our division, and there's only supposed to be 2.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;SO.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;T_____T&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;And I swear that Mr Pygott hates me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Just because he's a &lt;strong&gt;fagfacedbitchcuntloserface&lt;/strong&gt;. :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;ROBBIE YOU EGG. HURRY UP AND UPDATE YOUR GODDAMN SITE.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Jeeebus.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;x__x&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;END.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Kay.&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21002273-3038894184922898230?l=rawrr-a-saurr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rawrr-a-saurr.blogspot.com/feeds/3038894184922898230/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21002273&amp;postID=3038894184922898230' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21002273/posts/default/3038894184922898230'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21002273/posts/default/3038894184922898230'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rawrr-a-saurr.blogspot.com/2007/07/lynfield-ball-and-such.html' title='Lynfield ball and such.'/><author><name>Kitty;;</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04590657714911816284</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-21002273.post-3009553665258729383</id><published>2007-06-04T16:52:00.000+12:00</published><updated>2007-06-04T17:08:18.571+12:00</updated><title type='text'>Pirates 3 &lt;3</title><content type='html'>Well. On Saturday I saw Pirates 3 with &lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;James.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;In the end I &lt;em&gt;/swear/&lt;/em&gt; I only watched about an hour of it, maybe.&lt;br /&gt;Silly &lt;u&gt;distractions&lt;/u&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All his fault. :)&lt;br /&gt;    &lt;em&gt;For the love of God&lt;/em&gt;, stop being so freaking &lt;u&gt;amazing&lt;/u&gt;. I'm going crazy. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway.&lt;u&gt; Johnny Depp&lt;/u&gt; was very hot. Very.&lt;br /&gt;Emphasising very.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've quit &lt;em&gt;running&lt;/em&gt;. Very proud of me. I know. :)&lt;br /&gt;Um.&lt;br /&gt;Homgsh, &lt;u&gt;Baradene Ball&lt;/u&gt; on the 29th June.&lt;br /&gt;I haven't really started on my dress that much. I'm making it, see. :)&lt;br /&gt;It's gonna be red. &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;AAANNWAY.&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm so bored. Seriously.&lt;br /&gt;I wish to go on holiday right now.&lt;br /&gt;My mom actually signed the form for my afterball saying I can drink alcohol. o__o&lt;br /&gt;Jesus.&lt;br /&gt;She had a&lt;em&gt;  brain transplant&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Alright.&lt;/strong&gt; Am done. &amp; leaving.&lt;br /&gt;I should go out now.&lt;br /&gt;Should but probably can't.&lt;br /&gt;I have a &lt;em&gt;Chemistry + an English&lt;/em&gt; exam tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Kill me.&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Kay.&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21002273-3009553665258729383?l=rawrr-a-saurr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rawrr-a-saurr.blogspot.com/feeds/3009553665258729383/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21002273&amp;postID=3009553665258729383' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21002273/posts/default/3009553665258729383'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21002273/posts/default/3009553665258729383'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rawrr-a-saurr.blogspot.com/2007/06/pirates-3-3.html' title='Pirates 3 &lt;3'/><author><name>Kitty;;</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04590657714911816284</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-21002273.post-4650163444816310078</id><published>2007-05-02T19:20:00.000+12:00</published><updated>2007-05-02T19:30:20.581+12:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;u&gt;HOKAY.&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So on last Wednesday, &lt;em&gt;ANZAC&lt;/em&gt; &lt;em&gt;Day&lt;/em&gt; = day off. Went to &lt;strong&gt;town &lt;/strong&gt;with Bekah, Marilyn, Caitlin, Monica, Shirley + Alex, James + Kieren (?).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we met my buds &lt;strong&gt;Tom&lt;/strong&gt; + &lt;strong&gt;Toby&lt;/strong&gt;, who then brought us to some Asian street where we met the rest of the gangsta crew :p Anyway. They got us some &lt;em&gt;shoes&lt;/em&gt;. &lt;strong&gt;Dunhill&lt;/strong&gt; shit. Blergh.&lt;br /&gt;Woosh. Anyway, we went to go see the Reaping. Haa. Marilyn went up to the counter place in the movies, and asked for a ticket to the raping. The chick behind the counter was all like, wtf. &gt;_&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then on the Saturday after that I went to town again with Bekah, Sophie, Bessie + Sean. Tom was supposed to come but he was tired. Cough. Whatever, more like hung over. Heh. Anyway. Kinda boring. But like missed my bus. Was at the wrong bus stop to  go home so mom had to come pick me up from town, otherwise I'dve missed me driving lesson. Anyway. Must go. Finish another time ^^&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Kay.&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21002273-4650163444816310078?l=rawrr-a-saurr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rawrr-a-saurr.blogspot.com/feeds/4650163444816310078/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21002273&amp;postID=4650163444816310078' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21002273/posts/default/4650163444816310078'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21002273/posts/default/4650163444816310078'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rawrr-a-saurr.blogspot.com/2007/05/hokay.html' title=''/><author><name>Kitty;;</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04590657714911816284</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-21002273.post-834792884993760157</id><published>2007-04-19T15:16:00.000+12:00</published><updated>2007-04-19T15:21:45.752+12:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Like. &lt;u&gt;Ohmgsh&lt;/u&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;New &lt;u&gt;template &amp; look&lt;/u&gt;. :]]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Got a car; &lt;u&gt;Honda Civic&lt;/u&gt;, Silver/White. (can't remember which, only got it &lt;strong&gt;yesterday&lt;/strong&gt;.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Dad's stealing it. e_e&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Selling our &lt;strong&gt;Mercedes&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Um.. I don't like the &lt;u&gt;Civic&lt;/u&gt;. Too ugly, but whatever, it's still a car.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Someone. Take me out &lt;strong&gt;NOW&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I &lt;strong&gt;need &lt;/strong&gt;to go out morer. :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Stupid &lt;em&gt;house arrest&lt;/em&gt;, or something.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Isn't &lt;u&gt;Johnny Depp&lt;/u&gt; just so damn &lt;strong&gt;sexy&lt;/strong&gt;? &lt;3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Kay.&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21002273-834792884993760157?l=rawrr-a-saurr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rawrr-a-saurr.blogspot.com/feeds/834792884993760157/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21002273&amp;postID=834792884993760157' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21002273/posts/default/834792884993760157'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21002273/posts/default/834792884993760157'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rawrr-a-saurr.blogspot.com/2007/04/like.html' title=''/><author><name>Kitty;;</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04590657714911816284</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-21002273.post-7528399920938625196</id><published>2007-04-05T23:14:00.000+12:00</published><updated>2007-04-05T23:24:30.356+12:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='MILKSHAKE'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;LALALALALA.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Warm it up.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;LALALALALA.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;The boys are waiting.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Someone stab meh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Eh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Laterzyo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;^_^&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Kay.&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21002273-7528399920938625196?l=rawrr-a-saurr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rawrr-a-saurr.blogspot.com/feeds/7528399920938625196/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21002273&amp;postID=7528399920938625196' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21002273/posts/default/7528399920938625196'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21002273/posts/default/7528399920938625196'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rawrr-a-saurr.blogspot.com/2007/04/lalalalala.html' title=''/><author><name>Kitty;;</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04590657714911816284</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-21002273.post-116866787660269557</id><published>2007-01-13T18:37:00.000+13:00</published><updated>2007-01-13T18:57:56.616+13:00</updated><title type='text'>Learners Licence.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Mmmmyeaaaah..&lt;/span&gt; Got my &lt;u&gt;learners&lt;/u&gt;. Barely passed. :]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Ohh yeah did I mention: I'm banned from the computer too? :]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Kinda makes you think.. &lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Why the hell am I on it?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Answer is: I'm &lt;u&gt;sneaky&lt;/u&gt;... &lt;strong&gt;Muahaha&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Yes, my mood &lt;strong&gt;HAS&lt;/strong&gt; improved ever so slightly from yesterday.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Can't believe I &lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;actually&lt;/span&gt; passed though.. &lt;strong&gt;:D&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Then after the test.. Instead of going home (&lt;em&gt;didn't wanna&lt;/em&gt;.), I went to go get lunch, muck around a bit on my own lol. Yes, I am a loner. &lt;strong&gt;Good fun. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;*yawn*&lt;/span&gt; I can't be bothered typing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Uhmmmm. &lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Aww man&lt;/span&gt;, school starts soon :( I hates it.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;Anywho&lt;/u&gt;, I'ma go for a walk now. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Bye.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Kay.&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21002273-116866787660269557?l=rawrr-a-saurr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rawrr-a-saurr.blogspot.com/feeds/116866787660269557/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21002273&amp;postID=116866787660269557' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21002273/posts/default/116866787660269557'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21002273/posts/default/116866787660269557'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rawrr-a-saurr.blogspot.com/2007/01/learners-licence.html' title='Learners Licence.'/><author><name>Kitty;;</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04590657714911816284</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-21002273.post-116857902630714683</id><published>2007-01-12T17:57:00.000+13:00</published><updated>2007-01-12T18:18:23.866+13:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Woot, I finally decided to post. Dude, this holiday has been so fuckin' boring.. Srsly, firstly my parents&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;won't let me go&lt;/span&gt; &lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;anywhere..&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/u&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Even if I'm with my friends. Then when I tried to sneak out at like.. Idk,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;11ish, I get caught, and grounded.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffff00;"&gt;Gah.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Yeah, well.. Christmas was boring too. And New Years. o_O &lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;SOMEONE TAKE ME &lt;u&gt;OUT&lt;/u&gt;!&lt;/span&gt; I'm so bored. :[&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;All in all.. Shit holiday. Sure, the &lt;strong&gt;one&lt;/strong&gt; week we spent in Australia (in which I got &lt;strong&gt;totally&lt;/strong&gt; sunburnt) was okay-ish, except for the part where the dragged me around &lt;u&gt;everywhere&lt;/u&gt;. To meet their friends.. Get dinner.. Blah blah blah. &lt;strong&gt;Yes&lt;/strong&gt;, this post is mainly a &lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;rant.&lt;/span&gt; :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;School starts soon, another year filled with oh so much fun. Two years left of school, then I'ma trash that place. &lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Dad's being an arse&lt;/span&gt;, won't let me go anywhere, gets me to do &lt;u&gt;all&lt;/u&gt; the housework, gets me to look after my sister when he's out with mom.. &lt;strong&gt;Gah&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;No fair. Just like, a month left to have fun and.. &lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;YAY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;, I get grounded for the stupidest reason. I don't mind if I'm grounded during school, cause then I can just sneak off &lt;u&gt;during&lt;/u&gt; the school day. Buuuuuut I get grounded in the holidays.. I swear, he's trying to make me become.. Like, real smart. &lt;strong&gt;DUDE:&lt;/strong&gt; I can't be bothered being smart, there are a whole ton of other people smarter than me. I know he doesn't really want me as his daughter. I'm too much of a.. &lt;u&gt;disappointment&lt;/u&gt;, that he has to punish me for every stupid thing I do.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#ff0000;"&gt;I'm fucking sick of it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Hence why I need to get out.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Taekwondo on.. Tuesday. Yaaay... I can't be bothered doing tkd anymore. My parents make me feel lousy. Fags.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Ohh, and I need glasses for driving etc.. I'ma get my learners tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;I don't want glasses. :(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Mom's friend came over and got me and my sis gifts. Lol, I got some weird bluish-black eyelash dye. LMFAO. I wanna do that though lol. Go to school with blue eyelashes.. Aaah. Man.. Parents just piss me off.. &lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;Simple.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Yeeeaaah...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Til I have something to talk about. &lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Bye.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Kay.&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21002273-116857902630714683?l=rawrr-a-saurr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rawrr-a-saurr.blogspot.com/feeds/116857902630714683/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21002273&amp;postID=116857902630714683' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21002273/posts/default/116857902630714683'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21002273/posts/default/116857902630714683'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rawrr-a-saurr.blogspot.com/2007/01/woot-i-finally-decided-to-post.html' title=''/><author><name>Kitty;;</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04590657714911816284</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-21002273.post-116381505506475670</id><published>2006-11-18T14:25:00.000+13:00</published><updated>2006-11-18T14:57:35.110+13:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Aah - Shall I post? *thinks to self* Yeah, sure why not. Ahaha. Well then.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Right.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;Exams&lt;/u&gt; in 1 day - so therefore it's on &lt;u&gt;Monday&lt;/u&gt;. I'ma fail, methinks.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;At least my first one's on IFM, which is like cool as computer scienceness.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Awlright then.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;*starts to hum the lyrics to Prelude 12/21 by AFI*&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Okay. Well school ended on Tuesday the 14th which is just supercalifragilisticexpialidocious. Ye hardcore ^^ I made sure on the last day of school I stole as much stuff as I could. Meaning anything ranging from whiteboard markers to lighters.. That's right - Mrs Macadam's! =]&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;If I could be yoor first real heartache,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;Then I would do me over again..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Lyrics to Punk Rock Princess by Something Corporate.&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt; &lt;3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Yes. Lyrics have to stop interrupting my oh-so-boringly-gay post. *stabs lyrics and throws them into a corner*.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;I hate study leave. Sure, we're actually supposed to study, but my parents are all like "do 23 hours of study, then yoo can have 1 hour of free time!!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;- &lt;/strong&gt;Oh yeah, thanks mom. That's one hell of a lot of time to do what I like..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;During these holidays I'm planning to (at least):&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;~ get one more piercing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;~ get my &lt;u&gt;licence&lt;/u&gt; (finally)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;~ get a job (Woolworths WAHT!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;~ pass my exams (except English, cause that's physically impossible for me :D)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;~ grade to blue stripe for TKD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;~ Train HARD!! Get gold medals instead of silvers.. &gt;&lt; *sigh*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;~ Keep in touch with old friends, i.e Kelly, who I've known for like, &lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;fuckin ages&lt;/span&gt; :D Probably one of my first friends, ever. :]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;~ cut my hair shorrrrrrter.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;~ learn the drums.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Kay that should be it for now..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;This is what I brought you &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;This you can keep &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;This is what I brought &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;You may forget me &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I promise to depart just promise one thing &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Kiss my eyes &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:+0;"&gt;And lay me to sleep&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;This is what I thought &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I thought you gave me &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;This is what I thought &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;So think me naive &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I'd promise you a heart &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;You'd promise to keep &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Kiss my eyes and lay me to sleep.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;I can't get these lyrics out of my head. &gt;_&gt; and no, they are not based on anyone. Just lyrics.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;I need to work out, I'm getting fatter.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;*sigh*&lt;/span&gt; No, I'm not anorexic. I'm merely suffering from &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;muscle atrophy&lt;/span&gt;. ^^&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Which is the wasting away of unused muscles.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;I got IMVU recently. *sigh* And my MSN's stuffed so now I'm using that.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;I also have a mere &lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;500 txts&lt;/span&gt; to last me til 3rd December.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;I have to say, Gerard Way doesn't look too bad with blonde hair. Hmm..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;I know Cait loves Mr Chung, secretly.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Mr Chung: Caiiitalyyyiin OHyagahwah - &lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;GO STAHN IN CORNAH&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;^^ Stylez Chung.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;No more school for me =D Just horrible exams that I need to stab soon :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Sure, I need to stab a few things. I'll get to them eventually..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;I think this is a long enough post to entertain yoo for a few minutes. =]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Peace out gee-unit.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;*does mad gangsta actions*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Baradogz waht - hardcore repz.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;And &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;AN REGION REPZ&lt;/span&gt;!! WE ROCKED THE &lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;NATIONALS 06&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;33&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;On a final note:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;What's the hook, the twist within this verbose mystery?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I would gladly bet my life upon it &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;That the ghost you love, your ray of light will fizzle out &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Without hope&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;We're the empty souls just floating through wrapped, in skin, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Ever searching for what we were promised &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Reaching for that golden ring we'd never let go... &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;But who would ever let us put their filthy hands upon it? &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Yay for Miss Murder!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#ffccff;"&gt;______________&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#ffccff;"&gt;♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Kay.&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21002273-116381505506475670?l=rawrr-a-saurr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rawrr-a-saurr.blogspot.com/feeds/116381505506475670/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21002273&amp;postID=116381505506475670' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21002273/posts/default/116381505506475670'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21002273/posts/default/116381505506475670'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rawrr-a-saurr.blogspot.com/2006/11/aah-shall-i-post-thinks-to-self-yeah.html' title=''/><author><name>Kitty;;</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04590657714911816284</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-21002273.post-116073420049506990</id><published>2006-10-13T23:07:00.000+13:00</published><updated>2006-10-13T23:10:00.506+13:00</updated><title type='text'>Yeeya random quiz thing.</title><content type='html'>&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Pick the month you were born:&lt;br /&gt;January--I kicked&lt;br /&gt;February--I loved&lt;br /&gt;March--I smoked&lt;br /&gt;April--I humped&lt;br /&gt;May--I choked on&lt;br /&gt;June--I murdered&lt;br /&gt;July--I did the Macarena with&lt;br /&gt;August--I had lunch with&lt;br /&gt;September--I danced with&lt;br /&gt;October--I sang to&lt;br /&gt;November--I yelled at&lt;br /&gt;December--I ran over&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;Pick the day (number) you were born on:&lt;br /&gt;1-------a birdbath&lt;br /&gt;2-------a monster&lt;br /&gt;3-------a phone&lt;br /&gt;4-------a fork&lt;br /&gt;5-------a Mexican&lt;br /&gt;6-------a gangster&lt;br /&gt;7-------my cell phone&lt;br /&gt;8-------my dog&lt;br /&gt;9-------my best fr iends' boyfriend&lt;br /&gt;10-------my neighbor&lt;br /&gt;11-------my science teacher&lt;br /&gt;12-------a banana&lt;br /&gt;13-------a fireman&lt;br /&gt;14-------a stuffed animal&lt;br /&gt;15-------a goat&lt;br /&gt;16-------a pickle&lt;br /&gt;17-------your mom&lt;br /&gt;18-------a spoon&lt;br /&gt;19-------myself&lt;br /&gt;20-------a baseball bat&lt;br /&gt;21-------a ninja&lt;br /&gt;22-------Chuck Norris&lt;br /&gt;23-------a noodle&lt;br /&gt;24-------a squirrel&lt;br /&gt;25--- ----a football player&lt;br /&gt;26-------my sister&lt;br /&gt;27-------my brother&lt;br /&gt;28-------an ipod&lt;br /&gt;29-------a permanent marker&lt;br /&gt;30-------a llama&lt;br /&gt;31-------A homeless guy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Pick the color of shirt you are wearing:&lt;br /&gt;White----------because I'm cool like that!&lt;br /&gt;Black-----------because that's how I roll.&lt;br /&gt;Pink------------because I'm NOT a homosexual.&lt;br /&gt;Red------------because the voices told me to.&lt;br /&gt;Blue-----------because I'm sexy and I do what I want !&lt;br /&gt;Green---------because I hate myself.&lt;br /&gt;Purple---------because I'm cool.&lt;br /&gt;Gray----------because I was drunk&lt;br /&gt;Yellow--------because someone offered me 1,000,000 dollars.&lt;br /&gt;Orange-------because I hate my family.&lt;br /&gt;Brown--------because I was high.&lt;br /&gt;Other-------because I'm a ninja.&lt;br /&gt;None--------because I cant control myself!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#33ccff;"&gt;Mine was pretty awesome: I murdered myself because I'm a ninjaaaaa. YAY.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Kay.&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21002273-116073420049506990?l=rawrr-a-saurr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rawrr-a-saurr.blogspot.com/feeds/116073420049506990/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21002273&amp;postID=116073420049506990' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21002273/posts/default/116073420049506990'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21002273/posts/default/116073420049506990'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rawrr-a-saurr.blogspot.com/2006/10/yeeya-random-quiz-thing.html' title='Yeeya random quiz thing.'/><author><name>Kitty;;</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04590657714911816284</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-21002273.post-116044205087840745</id><published>2006-10-10T13:50:00.000+13:00</published><updated>2006-10-10T14:11:41.383+13:00</updated><title type='text'>YAAAAA!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;On &lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;Friday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt; (til Sunday) was the &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;TKD Nationals&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. Twas pretty fun, I guess. Hmm..&lt;br /&gt;I got &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;silver&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; for sparring, nothing for patterns, coz I &lt;u&gt;suck&lt;/u&gt; &amp; all. &lt;strong&gt;Miho&lt;/strong&gt;, &lt;strong&gt;Sam&lt;/strong&gt; &amp;amp; &lt;strong&gt;Jess&lt;/strong&gt; got &lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;gold&lt;/span&gt;. =D&lt;br /&gt;Pssh. I'm bored AS. I'm in school btw. We're meant to be typing up some spreadsheet, or something. &lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Auckland North&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt; won overall best junior black belt (&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;Jeremy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;), and overall best red and blue belt. I think. o_o'&lt;br /&gt;I had to stay in a hotel room with &lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Miho&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;. -_- She drove me fucking &lt;u&gt;crazy&lt;/u&gt; the second night, kept on kicking me. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Fucktard&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Uhm.&lt;br /&gt;O yeah. Then on Saturday night we got room service. A gigantic plate of chips &amp; wedges ^^ ehehe! Theeeeen... My bud&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt; &lt;u&gt;Xian&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt; and I were yelling at the ref on Sunday in &lt;strong&gt;black belt sparring&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;We're all like &lt;u&gt;"&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Do you need glasses mate&lt;/span&gt;?"&lt;/u&gt; and we also like, lost our voices afterwards. On the plane back home, I was sitting with &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;Johs &amp;amp; James&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. &lt;u&gt;Johs&lt;/u&gt; asked the air hostess to bring us a big as bottle of water, the 1.5L one. We all finished it coz we were that &lt;u&gt;thirsty&lt;/u&gt;. ^^ Then when the ANZ lollies came, we grabbed gigantic handfuls of em. We had a big mountain of lollies, and when we got off the plane our pockets were majorly stuffed. Ehehe. &lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;Mark Hanna got me chocolate&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;. =) Mmm. Chocolate. Then I had &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Red Bull&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;, which made my high even worse.&lt;br /&gt;Mark has a &lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;purple&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt; phone. ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Overall, the Nationals weekend was so &lt;strong&gt;FUN!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Hey all you Auckland fans, let me hear it with your hands&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Now that you have got the beat, let me hear it with your feet&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;We are Auckland blue &amp; white we'll win the patterns &amp;amp; the fight&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;We will win the trophy &amp; party all the night! YAY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;GO Auckland. North.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Pics. --&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.hanna.net.nz/"&gt;http://www.hanna.net.nz&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Kay.&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21002273-116044205087840745?l=rawrr-a-saurr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rawrr-a-saurr.blogspot.com/feeds/116044205087840745/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21002273&amp;postID=116044205087840745' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21002273/posts/default/116044205087840745'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21002273/posts/default/116044205087840745'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rawrr-a-saurr.blogspot.com/2006/10/yaaaaa.html' title='YAAAAA!'/><author><name>Kitty;;</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04590657714911816284</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-21002273.post-115854726930350305</id><published>2006-09-18T14:36:00.000+12:00</published><updated>2006-09-18T14:41:28.663+12:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Me &amp; Akanisi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; went to the dairy during &lt;strong&gt;P.E&lt;/strong&gt; &amp;amp; &lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Mrs Woods&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt; came in &amp;amp; saw us. &lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Ehehe&lt;/span&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;detention&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; on Thursday! :D I'm overjoyed.&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;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;National Tournament&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; in 3 weeks. &gt;_&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;I'm excited.&lt;/span&gt;&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%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;I'm also &lt;em&gt;banned&lt;/em&gt; from the computer for 1 week. Yay...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Kay.&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21002273-115854726930350305?l=rawrr-a-saurr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rawrr-a-saurr.blogspot.com/feeds/115854726930350305/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21002273&amp;postID=115854726930350305' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21002273/posts/default/115854726930350305'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21002273/posts/default/115854726930350305'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rawrr-a-saurr.blogspot.com/2006/09/me-saw-us.html' title=''/><author><name>Kitty;;</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04590657714911816284</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-21002273.post-115788346164342124</id><published>2006-09-10T21:59:00.000+12:00</published><updated>2006-09-10T22:17:41.676+12:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;Hasn't it been like, ages since I've last posted?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:78%;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;~Yeah. I agree.&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Anyway.&lt;/span&gt; I have a blister from like, last last week from &lt;u&gt;cross country running&lt;/u&gt;, because I didn't bring shoez. I know you love shoes with a z.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;Sooo... Yeah. Freekin' training today, &lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;had to hold a pressup 1 inch off the ground for like, ages&lt;/span&gt;. I collapsed, cause I'm &lt;u&gt;lazy and weak&lt;/u&gt;. Meh. School tomorrow and everyone so excited they can't hold it in.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;Oh yeah. I got a haircut &amp; now it's short-ish and sticks up everywhere. I've decided that &lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;I don't like it&lt;/span&gt;, cause when I tie it up, the ponytail itself is &lt;u&gt;only&lt;/u&gt; about &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;10cm long&lt;/span&gt; (short?). &lt;u&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Disgusting little mini-ponytail&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/u&gt;. Which is pretty bizarre looking.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;I GOT MY GREEN BELT.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt; And also gained an A pass, which is pretty damn radical, because my parents  (who are the same belt) didn't, and usually they would, cause they're that good. Mmm. &lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;Shocker there.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;My feet are burning. Fucking blister. Damn you to hell. Where you can rot and burn.&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Jesus loves you ♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;And me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;I think we're getting the AN region tracksuit sometime next week or something.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;&gt;_&gt; And I'm flying down to &lt;strong&gt;Wellington &lt;/strong&gt;for the &lt;u&gt;National Tournament&lt;/u&gt;, which I bet you already know, but yeah. I have to compete in sparring (fighting) and patterns (random techniques thrown together for no particular reason).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;I wanna do team patterns &amp; sparring, but you gotta be &lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;black belt&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; to do that. I'll wait.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Rock on, kiddos.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(gigantic writing is&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;raping&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; your screen, right?) &lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;(What a yum colour!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Kay.&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21002273-115788346164342124?l=rawrr-a-saurr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rawrr-a-saurr.blogspot.com/feeds/115788346164342124/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21002273&amp;postID=115788346164342124' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21002273/posts/default/115788346164342124'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21002273/posts/default/115788346164342124'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rawrr-a-saurr.blogspot.com/2006/09/hasnt-it-been-like-ages-since-ive-last.html' title=''/><author><name>Kitty;;</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04590657714911816284</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-21002273.post-115509121730070994</id><published>2006-08-09T14:37:00.000+12:00</published><updated>2006-08-09T14:40:17.320+12:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Hello. I'm in school &amp; it's IFM as usual. Like, OMG, I have exams in 2 weeks. Man I'm really thrilled 'bout that. Aaand, my friend's throwing this big as angus fit at me. Makes me wanna strangle her, almost. Man I'm nice. I had social awareness today, and there was this one kid who was like drooling all over me. Not drooling.. but yeah. Ew. I can't be bothered writing anymore, so email me on &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="mailto:christa.t@gmail.com"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;christa.t@gmail.com&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;or &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="mailto:innocent_lil_chris88@hotmail.com"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;innocent_lil_chris88@hotmail.com&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Wheeee. Someone talk to me. Please. :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Kay.&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21002273-115509121730070994?l=rawrr-a-saurr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rawrr-a-saurr.blogspot.com/feeds/115509121730070994/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21002273&amp;postID=115509121730070994' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21002273/posts/default/115509121730070994'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21002273/posts/default/115509121730070994'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rawrr-a-saurr.blogspot.com/2006/08/hello.html' title=''/><author><name>Kitty;;</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04590657714911816284</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-21002273.post-115438082315670517</id><published>2006-08-01T09:18:00.000+12:00</published><updated>2006-08-01T09:20:23.176+12:00</updated><title type='text'>TKD Trials.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;Man, today was actually very very thrilling, 'cause today was trials for the Nationals (TKD stuff). I woke up at 7.00 am this morning and sat in  bed for the next 2 hours. Then, at 10.50 am I had to meet my friend Miho at Eastridge, New World. We were looking around for our 'chaffeur' (James Varcoe) at New World, 'cause he works as a butcher. Yeeya. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;Then, we got in the car and for the next 40+ minutes, we were having a good chat about bad drivers. Oooh yeah, that was just exhilerating, 'cause James kept on swearing &amp; there was a lil kid called Josh sitting next to me. Ahaha. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;Then when we finally reach the TKD place, we were like, 10 mins late. Aaah. So skipping the next 2 hours of waste (in which I owned so many people when I was fighting them, and also got beaten up, yus), on the way back me &amp; Miho drunk our bottles of Red Bull, in like, 1 min. We were on a sugar high all the way back. While we were in the car, we were talking about Desperate Housewives &amp;amp; how it's ending like, soon. Then James goes:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;"I like Desperate Housewives!"&lt;/u&gt; &amp; the rest of us hardcore stare at him. Lol, go James.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;Aahh k, then we were hiding from my mother, who was in New World, and Miho &amp;amp; I were hiding behind all the food shelves etc. (Wow this is a very long post) Then she found us &amp; we went home. At the moment, I'm totally screwed, 'cause we had some beer before. The sugar rush has all worn off &amp;amp; now I'm left feeling like shit. Yeah, honestly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;And I betcha think this post is almost as boring as a documentary on William Shakespeare. (Very very very boring).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;Yeah. I've also got a whole pile of homework to do. Yus!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;Zzz. Today's boring. &amp;amp; it's only Tuesday! :(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Kay.&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21002273-115438082315670517?l=rawrr-a-saurr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rawrr-a-saurr.blogspot.com/feeds/115438082315670517/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21002273&amp;postID=115438082315670517' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21002273/posts/default/115438082315670517'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21002273/posts/default/115438082315670517'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rawrr-a-saurr.blogspot.com/2006/08/tkd-trials.html' title='TKD Trials.'/><author><name>Kitty;;</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04590657714911816284</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-21002273.post-115265718056714561</id><published>2006-07-12T10:22:00.001+12:00</published><updated>2006-07-12T10:33:00.580+12:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Wow, I haven't 'posted' for ages. God, that sounds really dick-ish. Meh. Alrighty then. Hmm.. Okay. TKD party was on the 2nd July, and my mother was getting so stressed &amp; she had to cook so much. But I was tootally helping. Honest. Then everyone from TKD came with their family. OMG. Mr 'Meyrick' (I swear, he's like 56, &amp;amp; he was lying &amp; telling us he was in his 40s. Pff.) brought his girlfriend. Ewewewewew. Miho brought her family &amp;amp; half brother CLINTON. Ahaha, nice name :P. Then... Aaah k, Reb's party. We went to see Pirates Of The Carribean. Mmm Johnny Depp &lt;3.&gt;everything. :P Muahahaha. Well yeah. I dunno what to write. Ah well. Today at 11:45 I'm going to see Over The Hedge. Again. And possibly tomorrow I'll see Pirates Of The Carribean. Again. Yas!!&lt;br /&gt;xx&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Kay.&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21002273-115265718056714561?l=rawrr-a-saurr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rawrr-a-saurr.blogspot.com/feeds/115265718056714561/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21002273&amp;postID=115265718056714561' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21002273/posts/default/115265718056714561'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21002273/posts/default/115265718056714561'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rawrr-a-saurr.blogspot.com/2006/07/wow-i-havent-posted-for-ages_12.html' title=''/><author><name>Kitty;;</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04590657714911816284</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-21002273.post-115122069372132071</id><published>2006-06-25T18:55:00.000+12:00</published><updated>2006-06-25T19:31:33.736+12:00</updated><title type='text'>Mm, quiz.</title><content type='html'>I'm redoing this fabulous as quiz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Updated Questionnaire&lt;br /&gt;Questionnaire&lt;br /&gt;Start time: 6.52pm&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*****YOU, YOU, YOU***** (Me, me, me..)&lt;br /&gt;0. What is your full name? Christa Elisa Ting&lt;br /&gt;1. Nicknames: Chris, Tinx, Ting&lt;br /&gt;2. B-day: 19th June&lt;br /&gt;3. Age: 15&lt;br /&gt;4. Sex: Female&lt;br /&gt;5. Social Security: .. I don't know.&lt;br /&gt;6. Where do you live? North Park, Howick. Not saying exactly where, though.&lt;br /&gt;7. What school do you attend? Baradene&lt;br /&gt;8. Siblings and their ages? Louiza (12), Shaun (21)&lt;br /&gt;9. Pets: Chexx (Dog). Most gorgeous one, I must say.&lt;br /&gt;10. Zodiac Sign: Gemini&lt;br /&gt;11. Righty or Lefty: Lefty&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*****YOUR LOOKS***** &lt;br /&gt;12. Hair color: A mix of black &amp; brown.&lt;br /&gt;13. Eye color: Dark Brown&lt;br /&gt;14. Height: Ah, around 156cm. Woah, I'm pretty short.&lt;br /&gt;15. Do u wear contacts or glasses: None&lt;br /&gt;16. Do you have any piercings? Sure do&lt;br /&gt;17. Where do you want more? Want more... What, exactly?&lt;br /&gt;18. Do you have a tattoo? Nope.&lt;br /&gt;19. If so what and where? *points to above*&lt;br /&gt;20. Do you wear any rings? Ear-rings.&lt;br /&gt;21.Do you have a certain fashion you follow? Nope. Fashion is  for retards.&lt;br /&gt;23. How are you today?: I'm pretty good. And yourself?&lt;br /&gt;24. What pants are you wearing right now?: Lovely black jeans.&lt;br /&gt;25. What shirt are you wearing right now?: White 3/4 sleeved one. Why?&lt;br /&gt;26. What kind of underwear are you wearing right now?: WOW. Are you serious?&lt;br /&gt;27. What does your hair look like at the moment? To be honest? Alright.&lt;br /&gt;28. What song are you listening to right now?: Make Damn Sure - Taking Back Sunday&lt;br /&gt;29. What was the last thing you ate?: Um. The lollies I bought from New World a few hours ago.&lt;br /&gt;30. How is the weather right now?: It's dark, so I can't exactly tell.&lt;br /&gt;31. Last person you talked to on the phone: Um. Some random prank caller. But I have caller ID so I scared them by ringing back.&lt;br /&gt;32. Last Dream you can remember? That's the thing, I can't remember any of them.&lt;br /&gt;33. Who are you talking to right now?: No one. How depressing, right?&lt;br /&gt;34. What time is it?: 7:00pm&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*****More about YOU!***** (Yay, me..)&lt;br /&gt;35. What are the last four digits of your mobile phone number?: 2733&lt;br /&gt;36. If u were a crayon, what color would u want to be?: I dunno.&lt;br /&gt;38. Do u like the person that sent you this? It's from below. And no.&lt;br /&gt;39. How do you eat an Oreo? Ew.&lt;br /&gt;41. What's the next CD you are going to buy?: I don't buy CDs, I download ALL of my songs.&lt;br /&gt;43. What's the best advice ever given to you? Don't be suicidal.&lt;br /&gt;44. Have u ever won any special awards? No.. Yeah, if A pass gradings count.&lt;br /&gt;45. What are your future goals? I don't really plan.&lt;br /&gt;46. Do you like to dance? I don't mind it.&lt;br /&gt;48. What's the stupidest thing you ever done?: Not slapping my mother when she wanted to kick me out of the house.&lt;br /&gt;50. If you could change 1 thing about yourself what would it be?: My. Height. Or ability to pass tests.&lt;br /&gt;51. Where do you shop the most?: Um, Starbucks, McDonalds or Burger King. No, I'm not that fat... :( Or am I?&lt;br /&gt;52. How many kids do you want to have? 2&lt;br /&gt;53. Son's names? I'll figure that out when I have one.&lt;br /&gt;54. Daughter's names?: Ah. *points to above*&lt;br /&gt;55. Do you do drugs?: Nope.&lt;br /&gt;56. Do you drink?: Whenever necessary.&lt;br /&gt;57. What kind of shampoo and conditioner do you use?: Garnier Fructis (spelling skills needed.), Herbal Essences.&lt;br /&gt;66. Who do you tell your dreams to? The problem is, I never remember them.&lt;br /&gt;67. Whose the loudest friends you have?: Um. I dunno. They're all pretty loud, &amp; sometimes embarrasing.&lt;br /&gt;68. Who's the quietest friend? Woah, this is hard to decide.&lt;br /&gt;69. Is cheerleading a sport? Um. Does it matter?&lt;br /&gt;70. How many licks does it take to get to the center of a tootsie pop? How does this fit into the "More about me" category?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*****YOU and LOVE*****&lt;br /&gt;72. Do you believe in Love? Sure do.&lt;br /&gt;73. Do you have a girlfriend or boyfriend? I have a boyfriend. No girlfriends, though. &lt;br /&gt;74. Do you have a crush?: Probably.&lt;br /&gt;75. Who is your crush? Like I'm saying it here..&lt;br /&gt;76. Did you send this to your crush?: I ain't sending it to anyone.&lt;br /&gt;77. Do you believe in Love at first sight?: No.&lt;br /&gt;78. Where would you like to go on your honeymoon? I'm pretty shit at deciding things like that.&lt;br /&gt;80. What's the first thing you notice about the opposite sex? Uh. I dunno.&lt;br /&gt;82. Who do u want to spend the rest of your life with? Myself. Hopefully.&lt;br /&gt;83. Do you find yourself attractive? Uh. No, not really.&lt;br /&gt;84. Do you find yourself ugly? I can't tell.&lt;br /&gt;85. Do others find you attractive?: I do hope so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*****Pick One: THIS OR THAT*****&lt;br /&gt;133. Lights on/off: For what? :o&lt;br /&gt;134. Sun or Rain?: It's nice to sleep when it's raining. But sun makes you warm.&lt;br /&gt;135. Mickey D's (McDonalds) or BK (Burger King)? McDonalds. "Mickey D's" sounds Gay with a capital G.&lt;br /&gt;136. Do u like scary or happy movies better? Depends.&lt;br /&gt;137. Backstreet Boys or NSYNC: Neither.&lt;br /&gt;138. On the phone or in person?: In person.&lt;br /&gt;139. Paper or plastic?: For what?&lt;br /&gt;140. sausage or pepperoni? Sausages.&lt;br /&gt;141. Summer or winter? Winter. It's my birthday, and summer's sometimes too hot.&lt;br /&gt;142. hugs or kisses?: Both. Hugs are still closer, though.&lt;br /&gt;143. milk, Dark or White Chocolate? Milk chocolate. Mmm.&lt;br /&gt;144. Root Beer or Dr. Pepper: Root Beer&lt;br /&gt;145. Glass half full or half empty?: What's the difference? &lt;br /&gt;146. CD or Tape: Neither. Unless the CD is something I burned.&lt;br /&gt;147. Dogs or Cats?: DOGS &lt;3&gt; (ah, good times, Bekah.)&lt;br /&gt;149. Mud or Jell-O wrestling: Ew. But probably mud. Jell-O sounds freakish.&lt;br /&gt;150. Vanilla or Chocolate: Depends on what.&lt;br /&gt;151. Skiing or Boarding: Boarding sounds fun, but I'll probably suck &amp; Robbie said he wouldn't ever talk to me again if I ever went near one. So skiing.&lt;br /&gt;152. Day or night: Both.&lt;br /&gt;153. Cake or pie: Cake.&lt;br /&gt;155. Diamond or pearl: Diamond&lt;br /&gt;156. sunset or sunrise: Sunset&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*****YOUR FAVS*****&lt;br /&gt;157. Color? Every single one.&lt;br /&gt;158. Food: Anything that's not gonna make me throw up. And no vegetables.&lt;br /&gt;159. Fast Food?: I dunno.&lt;br /&gt;160. Candy: Nothing with too much sugar.&lt;br /&gt;161. Beverage: V, Red Bull &amp; Lift Plus.&lt;br /&gt;162. Ice Cream Flavor: Cookies &amp; Cream, Chocolate.&lt;br /&gt;163. Sport: TKD and/or badminton.&lt;br /&gt;163. Animal: One and only, dog. i.e Chexx.&lt;br /&gt;164. Fave type of music? : Punk &amp; Rock.&lt;br /&gt;165. Radio Station?: I don't really listen to it anymore.&lt;br /&gt;166. Song: Crying - Sugarcult, Make Damn Sure - Taking Back Sunday, Angel To You, Devil To Me - The Click Five. And still the list goes on.&lt;br /&gt;167. Group: Endless list.&lt;br /&gt;171. Fav. month? June.&lt;br /&gt;172. TV show? House, Veronica Mars, Grey's Anatomy, Desperate Housewives &amp; The OC.&lt;br /&gt;173. Store? Again, endless list.&lt;br /&gt;174. Scent: Vanilla. Or strawberry. Mmm.&lt;br /&gt;175. Board Game: Lol, Chung's "Economics Tycoon" or something weird like that.&lt;br /&gt;*****HAVE YOU EVER?*****&lt;br /&gt;178. Loved someone so much it made you cry?? No. Unless they died, then it would be a yes.&lt;br /&gt;179. Drank? Sure have.&lt;br /&gt;180. Swear? Oh, all the time.&lt;br /&gt;181. Ever gotten dumped?: Mmhm. Felt like shit.&lt;br /&gt;182. Broke the law?? Not that I remember. But knowing me, probably.&lt;br /&gt;183. Ran from the cops:? Lol. Once.&lt;br /&gt;186. Tried to kill yourself?? No. Emos. *rolls eyes*&lt;br /&gt;187. Made yourself throw up? Probably.&lt;br /&gt;189. Made yourself cry to get out of trouble? I do it all the time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*****More On You and Love*****&lt;br /&gt;190. Have you ever been in love: Yeah.&lt;br /&gt;191. If so with who: ;)&lt;br /&gt;192. What about them made/makes you love them: That you enjoy their company more than anything, and when they're away you don't quite feel like yourself. Woah, that was pretty good.&lt;br /&gt;193. Was it true love: Might have been.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***** A FiNaL NoTe***** &lt;-- Ew I hate it when they do stuff LyK DiS iN tHiS sOrT oF LaNgUaGe. Two words; Go Die.&lt;br /&gt;194. Do you like filling these out: Depends how bored I am.&lt;br /&gt;195. how many people are u sending this to?: None. Sorry, guys.&lt;br /&gt;196. Do u want your friends to write back? You're welcome to comment on it.&lt;br /&gt;197. Who is least likely to respond?: Whoever doesn't go on my site.&lt;br /&gt;198. Who is most likely to respond?: No idea.&lt;br /&gt;199. Who is the nicest person you know?: Oh God, I don't know.&lt;br /&gt;200. What time is it now?: 7:26pm&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Woah, that was fun. DO read it, and DON'T be suicidal.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Kay.&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21002273-115122069372132071?l=rawrr-a-saurr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rawrr-a-saurr.blogspot.com/feeds/115122069372132071/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21002273&amp;postID=115122069372132071' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21002273/posts/default/115122069372132071'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21002273/posts/default/115122069372132071'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rawrr-a-saurr.blogspot.com/2006/06/mm-quiz.html' title='Mm, quiz.'/><author><name>Kitty;;</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04590657714911816284</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-21002273.post-115121808031401737</id><published>2006-06-25T18:36:00.000+12:00</published><updated>2006-06-25T18:48:00.326+12:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Ah. Only one word can describe today; classic.&lt;br /&gt;Alright, at 10:30 I met up with Charl &amp; Dan to go &amp; see Click. Ah we went down to New World where we all got lollies (you know the pick &amp; mix ones) and they each costed about $4.00 each. Then I was paying, right, and the counter-server-person was taking so damn long to let me buy the thing. Jeez. Uh, Charl &amp; Dan were all like, "ookay, this is taking long enough" haha. Then we were about 10mins late to our movie (but we had bought the tickets previously) and so when we actually got into the movie, all the good seats were taken. We went to the very back (the Circle Lounge), which was Charl's brilliant idea (even though we really weren't allowed). We were like, playing with the seats, i.e making them go up &amp; down. Woah, we're oh so cool. OMG it was a tad sad when the guy died, in the movie. Lol my eyes were like, watering. Then after the movie we were just sitting at the back and laughing so hard (I have no idea why) then the cleaners come in &amp; are like staring at us. Lol, we're real losers, laughing at nothing in particular. And no, we weren't smoking, or doing drugs. We're not that sort of people. Afterwards was gay, when my mother picked me up. Stupid thing to do, really, coz the neighbours were only coming for tea, which was at 3. She picked me up at (wait for it) 12:30. Wooooaaah. Hmm so I was lying in bed &amp; cleaning (no, not at the same time), for roughly 2 hours. Yeah, there was no point in me coming home early. And here I am now.&lt;br /&gt;Uh,            &lt;strong&gt;THE END&lt;/strong&gt;         ...?&lt;br /&gt;(And CAPS are cool, too.)&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Kay.&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21002273-115121808031401737?l=rawrr-a-saurr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rawrr-a-saurr.blogspot.com/feeds/115121808031401737/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21002273&amp;postID=115121808031401737' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21002273/posts/default/115121808031401737'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21002273/posts/default/115121808031401737'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rawrr-a-saurr.blogspot.com/2006/06/ah_25.html' title=''/><author><name>Kitty;;</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04590657714911816284</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-21002273.post-115076329220317062</id><published>2006-06-20T12:23:00.000+12:00</published><updated>2006-06-25T18:49:59.106+12:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:78%;"&gt;It was my birthday on &lt;u&gt;Monday&lt;/u&gt;, aka yesterday. I did post, but the the teacher kept on coming around so i had to keep on closing the window, so in the end i couldn't be  fucked doing it anymore. Yas. My mum &lt;u&gt;didn't&lt;/u&gt; get me a birthday present, and neither did my boyfriend. Wtf. Oh well, he has a reason, and so does my mother. It's that she's &lt;u&gt;mean&lt;/u&gt;. Oooooh yeah. On Sunday i went out to celebrate my birthday. That was damn &lt;u&gt;fabulous&lt;/u&gt; &amp; i had oh so much fun. Dan, Charl, Ailsa &amp;amp; Robbie came &lt;u&gt;ice skating&lt;/u&gt; where we (as in me :D) saw &lt;strong&gt;Jess &amp; Rach&lt;/strong&gt;. And Nicos, whoever the fuck that was. I kept on trying to push Rob over, but in the end i fell, but he fell too, so that's alright. I have a big &lt;u&gt;massive&lt;/u&gt; bruise on my ass, from that. Uh. Then we went to countdown to see Charl's best bud &lt;u&gt;brother&lt;/u&gt;, Thomas in the delicatessen section of countdown. Fab. Then lunch at Burger King. We all got cool as happy meal thingys except Robbie who was being all &lt;u&gt;adult-like&lt;/u&gt; and &lt;u&gt;mature&lt;/u&gt;. Then Robbie challenged me to a rematch of pool &amp;amp; I &lt;u&gt;SO let him win&lt;/u&gt;. Totally. Ah, I’m a danger to everyone. I stabbed some random with my pool stick. It was funny, at the time. Ahah, Robbie thought that Ailsa’s name was Alison, &amp; Charl was Dan, and Dan was Charl. Overall, confusing for us. DAMN Alison was being all annoying-like &amp;amp; kept on saying “kiss rob, you can do it” Jesus. Now she’s all like “I like it how Robbie says ‘Christa, darling’”. It’s really starting to annoy me. But hey I can deal with it. Uh. Yeah then we went round to the pet shop place and had a massive as &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;LEMON&lt;/u&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt; fight, oh so fun. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Then all of us went to my place (except Robbie, my mother will scare the shit out of him), and had cake. Mmm. Cake. Yesterday, it was about 5 or 6 and I had the maddest urge to throw up/sleep. It lasted for about 3 and a half hours more. That was so thrilling.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Kay.&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21002273-115076329220317062?l=rawrr-a-saurr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rawrr-a-saurr.blogspot.com/feeds/115076329220317062/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21002273&amp;postID=115076329220317062' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21002273/posts/default/115076329220317062'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21002273/posts/default/115076329220317062'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rawrr-a-saurr.blogspot.com/2006/06/it-was-my-birthday-on-monday-aka.html' title=''/><author><name>Kitty;;</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04590657714911816284</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-21002273.post-115040998379158203</id><published>2006-06-16T10:07:00.000+12:00</published><updated>2006-06-16T10:19:43.810+12:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Ah. My birthday's on Monday the 19th yas! And i found out last night that my taekwondo instructor has the same birthday as me. Wow, twins. Someone blocked the toilets at school.. Again. Hahaha :p Uhh. Ifm's pretty fun. Aaaand, my best bud Clare says hi, randomly. Pff weird. ♥ Yeaaaah, go the heart. Clare's stalking my dad, like wtf, ACTUALLY. Aah, this is pretty easy to read, mm. This is really grand. OhMyGod, i got a merit for my speech. This is pretty exciting, coz for like, the last... few years i've failed english. OhMyGodOhMyGod. Yeah. I'm going ice skating on Saturday for my birthday, it'll be thrilling, like ifm is. What sort of freaky position did i sleep in?  Well one that makes me wanna break my neck in half the next day. Aaaah, headache. Yeah, last weekend (Saturday) I went to my friend's sleepover, &amp; her name's  Charl, Charlotte or Sned. As known by, uh, Mary. Virgin Mary. Well big sleepover party anyway. Fell asleep at like, 3.  And the next day, i was dead until i slept some more. Yeah. Ah. I want a new phone, mine's a piece of shit. Really, it is. I swear it something like, antique. Yeah. Oh my god, when's this period going to end? (As in school period, not mine, goddamnit.) I'm pretty excited coz sometime in the holidays (or something) I'm going to learn how to ski. But i really wanna snowboard, ooooooh yeeeaaaah (Quoted from best bud Timmeh) .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;I'm out. (uhh, wtv)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;xxxmwa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Kay.&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21002273-115040998379158203?l=rawrr-a-saurr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rawrr-a-saurr.blogspot.com/feeds/115040998379158203/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21002273&amp;postID=115040998379158203' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21002273/posts/default/115040998379158203'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21002273/posts/default/115040998379158203'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rawrr-a-saurr.blogspot.com/2006/06/ah.html' title=''/><author><name>Kitty;;</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04590657714911816284</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-21002273.post-114869001494259713</id><published>2006-05-27T12:27:00.000+12:00</published><updated>2006-05-27T12:33:34.960+12:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Hmm. I’m fucking bored, &amp; I’m starting to understand that my &lt;strong&gt;parents&lt;/strong&gt; don’t hate me half as much as I thought they did. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;I’m getting my phone &amp;amp; ipod&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; back for a while after I finish 4 hours of study, which I’m &lt;strong&gt;nowhere near done&lt;/strong&gt;, but I’m gonna get &lt;em&gt;kicked out&lt;/em&gt; if I do anything bad anymore. -.- &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Fuck, aren’t they &lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;lovely&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. Ummm. But I’m still angry at them. :) It’s my dad’s birthday on Sunday, in other words, &lt;u&gt;tomorrow.&lt;/u&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffffff;"&gt;So what have I been doing for the past few days? Lazing about, half awake (or half asleep), watched Underworld Evolution, Corpse Bride &amp; some Final Fantasy movie &lt;u&gt;about&lt;/u&gt; &lt;u&gt;four&lt;/u&gt; &lt;u&gt;times&lt;/u&gt;. Each. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffffff;"&gt;And I’ve been writing a speech for school. Mine’s on &lt;strong&gt;lying&lt;/strong&gt;. It’s the lamest thing ever. Still drafting it though. I’ll put it up for you to read when it’s &lt;u&gt;done&lt;/u&gt;. (Think about by Monday. Or when i'm able to get on the computer)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&amp; I’ve found out that if I don’t do well this term I’m going to Howick College. &amp;amp; alex’s going to St Marys, sometime this &lt;strong&gt;week/month/term/year/century&lt;/strong&gt;. Wow the group (&lt;strong&gt;consisting of Bekah, Dan, Charl &amp; Ails&lt;/strong&gt;) will be fucking &lt;u&gt;massive&lt;/u&gt;. But I probably can’t talk, seeing as I know &lt;u&gt;no one&lt;/u&gt; from Howick College. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Don’t you just hate it when you say/do something &amp; just after you say/do it you instantly regret it? I think I have some sort of disorder or something, coz this happens to me &lt;u&gt;all&lt;/u&gt; &lt;u&gt;the&lt;/u&gt; &lt;u&gt;time&lt;/u&gt;. Especially with my fave people – &lt;u&gt;parentals&lt;/u&gt;. Someone come and see me. I don’t care &lt;u&gt;who&lt;/u&gt;. Just anyone. But &lt;strong&gt;NOT&lt;/strong&gt; some 40 yr old rapist, &lt;u&gt;thanks&lt;/u&gt;. Or Bekah’s fave, &lt;u&gt;Aaron the rapist&lt;/u&gt; ( 25 yrs old). Nooooo. -_-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Kay.&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21002273-114869001494259713?l=rawrr-a-saurr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rawrr-a-saurr.blogspot.com/feeds/114869001494259713/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21002273&amp;postID=114869001494259713' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21002273/posts/default/114869001494259713'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21002273/posts/default/114869001494259713'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rawrr-a-saurr.blogspot.com/2006/05/hmm.html' title=''/><author><name>Kitty;;</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04590657714911816284</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-21002273.post-114843712108972300</id><published>2006-05-24T14:16:00.000+12:00</published><updated>2006-05-24T14:21:51.656+12:00</updated><title type='text'>Well, well, well.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:78%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Hmm. Okay. I've recently been banned from the computer, grounded for.. like, forever, and have had my phone &amp; ipod taken off me. And am now resorting to creating posts on the school computers. Ummm. I passed my tkd grading, with an A pass. OMG! I was incredibly surprised. Umm. ICT's pretty fun. All we ever do is go on e messenger and type out stuff thats already been typed out. Pointless enough. We already know how to fucking type. Well, what can i say, this is ummm... fun? There's nothing really to say. Yay - i'm gonna be 15 (finally) on the 19th.. Of June. It's a while, but meh. Yesterday (which was Tuesday) Bekah, Dan &amp;amp; i were in english. We were watching Romeo &amp;amp; Juliet. Then Dan had some tiger balm in her pocket. Expired, i must say. Well, we rubbed the shit under our eyes. Actually, i think our eyes DIED then. We did the same thing to a friend today. She went all red. Fucking funny. But yeah. God, it's been one month since i got my stuff taken away from me. Stupid as parents. Make the virgin mary farm them to death. :p Hmm. It feels like a friday, but it's actually wednesday. Am i talking a bit too much about things that aren't important? I'm guessing so. This leads you to the end of your torment at reading something that isn't even important. :) Have a nice day!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:78%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;xxx&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Kay.&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21002273-114843712108972300?l=rawrr-a-saurr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rawrr-a-saurr.blogspot.com/feeds/114843712108972300/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21002273&amp;postID=114843712108972300' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21002273/posts/default/114843712108972300'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21002273/posts/default/114843712108972300'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rawrr-a-saurr.blogspot.com/2006/05/well-well-well.html' title='Well, well, well.'/><author><name>Kitty;;</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04590657714911816284</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-21002273.post-114646832766120130</id><published>2006-05-01T19:05:00.000+12:00</published><updated>2006-05-01T19:56:20.906+12:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Well, on saturday &lt;strong&gt;Sam&lt;/strong&gt;, &lt;strong&gt;Robbie&lt;/strong&gt; &amp;&lt;strong&gt; i&lt;/strong&gt; went to see ice age 2. It was &lt;u&gt;so&lt;/u&gt; cute. And then we were just walking &lt;u&gt;somewhere&lt;/u&gt; (no idea where, exactly) and then &lt;strong&gt;Robbie&lt;/strong&gt; wants to go to &lt;u&gt;Mc Donalds&lt;/u&gt; so we go -- &lt;strong&gt;surprise.&lt;/strong&gt; Haha, Robbie tries to suck up his sundae through his straw. Aaw. Lol gets all the chocolate sauce stuck in it. &lt;strong&gt;Aaaaawww&lt;/strong&gt;. Meh. Then we all go to &lt;u&gt;Xtreme&lt;/u&gt; (for those that don't know what it is, it's a sort of arcade place) where me and sam play air hockey. I lost &lt;strong&gt;7:3 &lt;/strong&gt;or &lt;strong&gt;7:4&lt;/strong&gt; doesn't make a difference. :D And then, we go and play pool. &lt;strong&gt;Even though it wasn't with rules, i still won&lt;/strong&gt; :D. What a mean one, &lt;strong&gt;Robbie &lt;/strong&gt;holding the pool stick above his head, so that i couldn't get it. -.- Pff. Rubbing it in that i'm shorter than him :\. Anyway, then he just &lt;u&gt;laughs&lt;/u&gt;. Annnddd... Yeah. Well my grading was on thursday and i'm so sure i failed. I did the &lt;strong&gt;wrong pattern&lt;/strong&gt;!!!! Meh. I'll find out tomorrow and i'm so dead. Oh well. :D  I'll get over it. Yeah, well i'm still sore from falling out of bed on &lt;u&gt;saturday&lt;/u&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Crap&lt;/strong&gt;, i always do that these days.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Kay.&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21002273-114646832766120130?l=rawrr-a-saurr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rawrr-a-saurr.blogspot.com/feeds/114646832766120130/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21002273&amp;postID=114646832766120130' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21002273/posts/default/114646832766120130'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21002273/posts/default/114646832766120130'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rawrr-a-saurr.blogspot.com/2006/05/well-on-saturday-sam-robbie-i-went-to.html' title=''/><author><name>Kitty;;</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04590657714911816284</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-21002273.post-114500209381512190</id><published>2006-04-14T19:42:00.000+12:00</published><updated>2006-04-14T20:18:18.203+12:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Well, firstly i'm not in a good mood. Except for the fact that on thursday school finished. But meh. Then, on tuesday, my mum went to the school parent and teacher interviews, and so&lt;strong&gt; apparently&lt;/strong&gt; my teacher for economics, &lt;u&gt;Mr Chung&lt;/u&gt;, the dick, told my mum that i talked too much with my &lt;strong&gt;best bud&lt;/strong&gt; alex. And so now he moved us. Then he goes on about how i got a detention.. And etc.. Then she goes to my bio and human bio teacher, &lt;strong&gt;Mrs Prockter, &lt;/strong&gt;and she's all like, well she's been getting &lt;u&gt;achieved&lt;/u&gt; alot in our tests and she's doing fine. But then my mum goes and throws a mental at me when she got home. Anyway, then she went to see my maths teacher &lt;u&gt;Mrs Merriman&lt;/u&gt; and she's like Christa's doing great and getting Excellences for tests. And stuff like that. Well that was a good one. :\ And now, I'm not allowed my phone or Ipod after &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;9.30&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt; at night, and not when im &lt;u&gt;studying&lt;/u&gt; neither am i allowed music. And i think i'm grounded&lt;em&gt;. DICK PARENTS.&lt;/em&gt; And now.. I cant see my &lt;strong&gt;bestie&lt;/strong&gt; alex. Coz of parent interviews. Fuck, my parents are like really strict. And they're all like, &lt;strong&gt;its for your own good&lt;/strong&gt;. GRRRRR I need a hug. Anyone?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Well, anyway on the brighter side, on thursday i had tkd (Taekwon Do) (which rocks)., and it was sooo funny at the end my tkd instructor, &lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;Mr Banicevich&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;, also known as &lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;Mr B&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; was making us stretch outrageously. And then my friend, &lt;u&gt;Miho&lt;/u&gt; wasn't stetching so i was like "&lt;strong&gt;Oi, Miho, stretch, you can do it!" &lt;/strong&gt;and then Mr B comes along behind her and makes her stretch by pushing her down hahaha! And then he does the same thing to me. Anyway. I'll post again soon when something interesting/unexpected happens. For example, when I'm ungrounded, or my inprisonment is lightened. Or someone reminds me to post.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;Ow, my legs hurt like hell.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Kay.&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21002273-114500209381512190?l=rawrr-a-saurr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rawrr-a-saurr.blogspot.com/feeds/114500209381512190/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21002273&amp;postID=114500209381512190' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21002273/posts/default/114500209381512190'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21002273/posts/default/114500209381512190'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rawrr-a-saurr.blogspot.com/2006/04/well-firstly-im-not-in-good-mood.html' title=''/><author><name>Kitty;;</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04590657714911816284</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-21002273.post-114441193547051413</id><published>2006-04-07T23:12:00.000+12:00</published><updated>2006-04-08T00:12:15.516+12:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Well, today i didnt really do anthing. like, in &lt;strong&gt;homeroom&lt;/strong&gt; we were having a nice chat about Foz (&lt;strong&gt;Cameron Fozbery&lt;/strong&gt;) (Ails' lover haha), and then in &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;human&lt;/em&gt; &lt;em&gt;bio&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&amp;&lt;strong&gt; bio&lt;/strong&gt; i was like actually falling asleep. Then &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;OMG&lt;/span&gt; in ict, like 5th period &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;ALEX&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt; goes and steals my &lt;strong&gt;phone&lt;/strong&gt;, reads my messages and sends a message to robbie going "&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;wud u eva fk me&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;" and im like OMG alex noooo. but meh. and robbie was like "why do i get the feeling this is alex?" and ahaha funny. it was kinda the sort of things that you have to be there to find funny. Anyway so right now, pretty much, is free txt yaay! imm bored, and tired. and i know Reb loves this heart. &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;3&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; haha and the 1*&lt;em&gt;beep&lt;/em&gt;*2 hahaha thats just &lt;strong&gt;GAY&lt;/strong&gt;. well, i dont think i'll be coming back to &lt;em&gt;singapore&lt;/em&gt; until like, either the end of this year, or the end of the year after. -.-' so meh. well im gunna go 2 &lt;strong&gt;Reb &amp;amp; Ails'&lt;/strong&gt; tkd sometime during the holidays, wearing my &lt;em&gt;HOT&lt;/em&gt; tkd pants. And coz i know you wanna go see my tkd website, here it is. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.tkd-itf.org/"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;www.tkd-itf.org/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt; and you might as well go to Reb &amp; Ails' tkd page too. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.sundo.co.nz/"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;www.sundo.co.nz/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt; and Reb's hot &lt;strong&gt;drawings&lt;/strong&gt; of her being stood on :P hahaha! &lt;strong&gt;Ew&lt;/strong&gt;. My phone just like, &lt;em&gt;vibrated&lt;/em&gt; on my foot, it feels like &lt;strong&gt;REALLY&lt;/strong&gt; queer. Well, i was gunna go &lt;u&gt;skating&lt;/u&gt; 2mro, but seeing as its like 12:15am now, i really cant be bothered. I'm probably gonna be up for another 2 hours, &lt;strong&gt;txting&lt;/strong&gt;. OFCOURSE haha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;-- burn out, not fade away --&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Kay.&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21002273-114441193547051413?l=rawrr-a-saurr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rawrr-a-saurr.blogspot.com/feeds/114441193547051413/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21002273&amp;postID=114441193547051413' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21002273/posts/default/114441193547051413'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21002273/posts/default/114441193547051413'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rawrr-a-saurr.blogspot.com/2006/04/well-today-i-didnt-really-do-anthing.html' title=''/><author><name>Kitty;;</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04590657714911816284</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-21002273.post-114388147751608093</id><published>2006-04-01T20:45:00.000+12:00</published><updated>2006-04-01T20:51:17.530+12:00</updated><title type='text'>.Bekah's.Bio.Story.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;Rebekah’s Totally Rad Story&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Normal: Christa&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Bold: Bekah&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Once upon a time there was this really rad girl.&lt;/strong&gt; Her name was Rebekah, or Aaron. &lt;strong&gt;She had an A.D.D cat called Kisa.&lt;/strong&gt; Rebekah was also a creepy voodoo lady&lt;strong&gt;. She also liked to do tkd&lt;/strong&gt;. Anyway, she really like this guy, who also did tkd, called Aaron. &lt;strong&gt;He was one sexay beast&lt;/strong&gt;. Well, only to Reb though. &lt;strong&gt;One day Reb decided to go to Dan’s tkd partay in the woods&lt;/strong&gt;. There, everyone looked pretty cool doing tkd. &lt;strong&gt;Especially Charlotte Sned &amp; her best bud Rob Lopez.&lt;/strong&gt; Then Dan &amp;amp; Tim went off into the woods together coz they got bored of the tkd party. &lt;strong&gt;But everyone else stayed coz Dan &amp; Tim are retarded &amp;amp; don’t see the cool-ness of it.&lt;/strong&gt; Meanwhile, Reb &amp; Aaron were really cool doing tkd together, like lovers. &lt;strong&gt;Aaron was having fun with his black belt skillz&lt;/strong&gt;. And Reb was pretty fabulous with her green stripe skills. &lt;strong&gt;Then everyone followed Dan &amp;amp; Tim into the woods to have a mad Extreme Twister  party&lt;/strong&gt;. And then Christa went to go “snog her god, Robbie.” (Quote from Christa’s story). &lt;strong&gt;&amp; Aaron had fun giving Tim a heart attack &amp;amp; making him be wheelchair bound for the rest of his life.&lt;/strong&gt; And Reb was like, “WTF?” &lt;strong&gt;&amp; Tim was like *spasm spasm heart attack*.&lt;/strong&gt; Dan went to go play hide and seek by herself, coz she didn’t notice Tim was having a heart attack. &lt;strong&gt;Then Reb started laughing coz she saw Charl &amp;amp; Ails skipping down the path together. &lt;/strong&gt;And Chris &amp; Rob dancing on Dan’s roof. &lt;strong&gt;And Aaron was all like, “WTF, oi – you have weird friends…”&lt;/strong&gt; and he was like, “Sweeeeeeeeeeet…” &lt;strong&gt;Then Dan popped out from behind a tree &amp;amp; goes, “What a dick!!”&lt;/strong&gt; Later, we find out that Tim married Dan coz she said that, even though he (Tim) was stuck in a wheelchair for the rest of his life. &lt;strong&gt;Christa married Robbie, but then later divorced him.&lt;/strong&gt; She married him just coz she wanted to get married too. &lt;strong&gt;It was all the rage, so Reb and Aaron got married, even though there was quite a whop age difference.&lt;/strong&gt; Aaron, the rapist, scared Wayne, who went to go jump off a cliff. &lt;strong&gt;He didn’t die; he just was crippled for the rest of his life.&lt;/strong&gt; And he went &amp; became a priest, &amp;amp; made sex cells on his own for the rest of his life. &lt;strong&gt;Aaron was actually responsible for hurting many people.&lt;/strong&gt; But he never went to jail coz he would have killed/hurt many more people. &lt;strong&gt;Reb was quite disturbed by his dorkus-ness.&lt;/strong&gt; But she still married him. &lt;strong&gt;But he was really hot, so that’s oooook.&lt;/strong&gt; Even though he’s a rapist, Reb didn’t mind. &lt;strong&gt;Then Dan &amp; Tim had a mad screw for no reason. &lt;/strong&gt;Then they had many children, who all died coz Aaron scared them to death.  &lt;strong&gt;&amp; Reb married Troy as well.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffff33;"&gt;This is pretty fabulous too. Its kinda tha same thing.. but different. We will write more. Soon.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffff33;"&gt;xo cyaz. &lt;3&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffff33;"&gt;-- burn out, not fade away --&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Kay.&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21002273-114388147751608093?l=rawrr-a-saurr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rawrr-a-saurr.blogspot.com/feeds/114388147751608093/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21002273&amp;postID=114388147751608093' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21002273/posts/default/114388147751608093'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21002273/posts/default/114388147751608093'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rawrr-a-saurr.blogspot.com/2006/04/bekahsbiostory.html' title='.Bekah&apos;s.Bio.Story.'/><author><name>Kitty;;</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04590657714911816284</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-21002273.post-114380576824761334</id><published>2006-03-31T23:41:00.000+12:00</published><updated>2006-03-31T23:49:28.276+12:00</updated><title type='text'>.My.Bio.Story.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff9900;"&gt;By Reb &amp; Chris&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Normal: Chris&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Bold: Reb&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once upon a time there was a little girl. &lt;strong&gt;She liked to wear pretty pink dresses.&lt;/strong&gt; She also like to do tkd. &lt;strong&gt;And take drugs.&lt;/strong&gt; At the same time. &lt;strong&gt;She really liked this guy called Robbie&lt;/strong&gt;. &lt;strong&gt;Her name was Christa Ting from 11CW&lt;/strong&gt;. She didn’t really like Robbie.&lt;strong&gt; She liked Wayne&lt;/strong&gt;. She was actually the best person ever. &lt;strong&gt;Well nearly – Rebekah was cooler&lt;/strong&gt;. But Christa will be cooler than her, one day soon. &lt;strong&gt;Anyway, one time Christa was doing tkd &amp; taking drugs&lt;/strong&gt;. At the same time. &lt;strong&gt;And she had this mad epileptic fit.&lt;/strong&gt; Robbie saw &amp;amp; went to go save her, she was like “ew!” &lt;strong&gt;and ended up killing him during her fit, and then she was fine.&lt;/strong&gt; She never had a fit again thanks to Robbie. &lt;strong&gt;She then converted her religion to Robertism. &lt;/strong&gt;Anyway one day she was going to Dan’s cool party in the middle if the loner forest.&lt;strong&gt; It was this totally rad tkd party.&lt;/strong&gt; Then Robbie came back to life coz of this creepy voodoo lady called Rebekah. &lt;strong&gt;She was pretty hardcore.&lt;/strong&gt; So, at the party Dan went off to play Twister with her lover, Tim. &lt;strong&gt;And Christa went to go snog her god, Robbie.&lt;/strong&gt; Poor Wayne went off &amp; disappeared, coz he didn’t have anyone to snog, poor Wayne.  &lt;strong&gt;Later, they found out he went &amp; jumped off a cliff.&lt;/strong&gt; So then Rebekah &amp;amp; Aaron, who’s 25 yrs old (the rapist), went to go J.I with Christa, Robbie, Dan &amp; Tim. &lt;strong&gt;This whop as game of Twister started, &amp;amp; it was oh so fun. &lt;/strong&gt;It was called Extreme Twister, and is now the best game ever, played at Baradene College. &lt;strong&gt;Then Rob &amp; Chris were like, “Nah, this is ghey!”&lt;/strong&gt; So they went to have some other fun. &lt;strong&gt;Which was dancing on the roof of Danielle’s house.&lt;/strong&gt; Then Reb &amp;amp; Aaron went to go find some rapist goats, their fave, so Dan &amp; Tim were all alone. &lt;strong&gt;&amp;amp; they were still playing Twister, coz they didn’t realize everyone was gone.&lt;/strong&gt; This was because they were in love, &amp; had a good stare at each other.&lt;strong&gt; But then Aaron, who likes coming up behind people randomly, gave Timothy a heart attack.&lt;/strong&gt; Christa &amp;amp; Robbie had a good laugh at him dying/having a heart attack&lt;strong&gt; &amp; Reb just stood there all like, “WTF, oi?”&lt;/strong&gt; Dan ran away to go play hide &amp;amp; seek with herself, poor Dan. &lt;strong&gt;But Charl &amp; Ails randomly came skipping down the path &amp;amp; found Dan.&lt;/strong&gt; Later on Tim &amp; Dan got married. &lt;strong&gt;Although Tim was in a wheelchair for the rest of his life.&lt;/strong&gt; And Reb &amp;amp; Aaron got married too. &lt;strong&gt;So did Christa &amp; Robbie – she wanted to get married as well.&lt;/strong&gt; But she got over it, &lt;strong&gt;Wayne came back to life &amp;amp; stalked Robbie coz he was in love with Christa &amp; he had a good party making SEX CELLS (by himself  :()&lt;/strong&gt; Later, we find out, he became a priest. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;And was a goober loner for the rest of his life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THE END.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff9900;"&gt;its a FABULOUS STORY. No one shud b offended coz this al fiction/non fiction meh. :) love it!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff9900;"&gt;il try find the other ones like reb's story, dans story and the upcoming ailsa story and charl story. and maybe darcey story and others.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#ff9900;"&gt;Today was &lt;strong&gt;so&lt;/strong&gt; boring. well enjoy tha story. post lataz! mwa [x] tinx [x]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff9900;"&gt;-- burn out, not fade away --&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Kay.&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21002273-114380576824761334?l=rawrr-a-saurr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rawrr-a-saurr.blogspot.com/feeds/114380576824761334/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21002273&amp;postID=114380576824761334' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21002273/posts/default/114380576824761334'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21002273/posts/default/114380576824761334'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rawrr-a-saurr.blogspot.com/2006/03/mybiostory.html' title='.My.Bio.Story.'/><author><name>Kitty;;</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04590657714911816284</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-21002273.post-114371184243756033</id><published>2006-03-30T21:17:00.000+12:00</published><updated>2006-03-30T21:44:02.483+12:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ff0000;"&gt;well.. on tuesday or something, mr chung was pretty cool giving me a &lt;strong&gt;'certificate of detention'&lt;/strong&gt;.  dry. and then at tkd that night, some random &lt;strong&gt;master mcphail&lt;/strong&gt; (whos ment to be like the head of tkd or sumthing) came to our tkd place and like taught us fo that night. honestly, after that lesson thingo i was like, dead.  until today, i still walk like a &lt;strong&gt;crippled person&lt;/strong&gt;. then on wednesday, nothing really happened. it was pretty boring. then today, during bio me and reb were writing nice as stories. i reckon we should SO become authors. hahahha. the first one was about Dan. then the other one was about me. oh god im gunna scan it later. its so friggen crak up. meh.  and when i went to detention at lunch, i was like 2 mins late and mrs fucking hewetson goes  " &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;sorry girls. you're late. out&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;." hope she falls of a cliff. so anyway, my school detentions systms like fucked. like the school. hate it!! gah. anyway now i have one (detention) nxt week, and one the week after too. god. argh but i only got like 2 weeks of school left yeeha. anyway... at tkd it was so boring. all we were doing was like doing out dumb pattern. damn, reb's like green stripe, and im still yellow belt. and ailsa's like red belt. whee.my gradings in like april. the 27th or sumthing. GAY.  yeah, and now my itunes is throwing some sort of &lt;strong&gt;spazz&lt;/strong&gt;, its like fully fucked up. meh. wel i just had the nicest ever slushy drink thingo, and its just fabulous. this entry's a bit of a &lt;strong&gt;novel&lt;/strong&gt;, but you'll get over it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ff0000;"&gt;fuck, my legs hurt.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;-- burn out, not fade away --&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Kay.&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21002273-114371184243756033?l=rawrr-a-saurr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rawrr-a-saurr.blogspot.com/feeds/114371184243756033/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21002273&amp;postID=114371184243756033' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21002273/posts/default/114371184243756033'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21002273/posts/default/114371184243756033'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rawrr-a-saurr.blogspot.com/2006/03/well.html' title=''/><author><name>Kitty;;</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04590657714911816284</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-21002273.post-114259149841633307</id><published>2006-03-15T23:08:00.000+13:00</published><updated>2006-03-17T23:36:03.943+13:00</updated><title type='text'>&lt;3&lt;3&lt;3</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff0000;"&gt;well lucky us, reb and i. we are actually loner because most of our dear buddies are off on a nice history trip until tomorrow. so we are gunna hav fun! just the both of us sitting at lunch yay. school started at 9.30 today and &lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;reb and i had a good long walk all the way to the dairy at like 8. we were a bit the early birds. ;p. i had a good pig out on some nice red bull and a yupi pizza and a cookies &amp;amp; cream chocolate thingo. meh. then we saw rikki yeeha we had fun. but the rest of the day we were cool loners, your idols i bet.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffff33;"&gt;well on sunday it was my tkd coach's wedding and i went. :D it was fun. i had 6 glasses of red wine and i got a bit drunk. i fell over once.. but no one saw, coz it was getting out of the car to go &lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;home :p. yum that was nice. but im nt an alcoholic!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;my and my friend Miho had a good J.I in photos other people took. it was so fun :D&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#33ccff;"&gt;and we were pretty cool stalking janice :o i think she might be a lil scared of us. mainly danielle.. major stalker!! :D i just joined in haha. &lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;well im afraid i think i will have to get off soon. coz its like 11 30 and im meant to be asleep :o oh no.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#ffffff;"&gt;night xoxo &lt;3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Kay.&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21002273-114259149841633307?l=rawrr-a-saurr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rawrr-a-saurr.blogspot.com/feeds/114259149841633307/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21002273&amp;postID=114259149841633307' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21002273/posts/default/114259149841633307'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21002273/posts/default/114259149841633307'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rawrr-a-saurr.blogspot.com/2006/03/333.html' title='&lt;3&lt;3&lt;3'/><author><name>Kitty;;</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04590657714911816284</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-21002273.post-114154900408471067</id><published>2006-03-05T21:47:00.000+13:00</published><updated>2006-03-30T21:49:15.836+12:00</updated><title type='text'>Ice Skating</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;well i went ice skating today and when i was there i met up with sam, greer (her friend), and bob (greer's friend :S) and ALEX. shit, alex was like shaking coz she was so cold. and she was drunk. stupid girl.. culdn't really skate properly. she did even skate that much!! GAH. anyway then i started shaking coz i gave her my jacket. then me, sam, greer &amp; bob wer having fun skating around, then alex wanted me to go to mcdonalds. but i cudnt b bothered so i just like skated away. then she comes up 2 me 5 mins later and says "lets go in 10 mins" so i tell sam &amp;amp; stuff im going. then 10 mins later, i go up 2 alex and shes like, "meh, cant be fucked". so im like, "fine". then 10 mins later!! ~shes like "lets go in 10 mins" and im like "ok" then 10 mins later she goes, "can u go for me" and im like "no" then in the end &lt;em&gt;we do go eventually&lt;/em&gt; with sam. like after a whole hour of arguing and changing the times. GAR. meh so when we got back greer and bob wer having fun sitting down on the random bench thingos and me and sam we pigging out on fries &amp; cheeseburgers. YUM! then when it was 15 mins to go, bob was having a good time trying to poke ma stomach : lol that was so EXHILERATING XD. and then bob &amp;amp; i were fighting over his jacket coz it was warm. oh yea! that was fun today. then i came home and did my (&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;u&gt;favourite&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;) thing to do, MATHS HOMEWORK oh joy. well i gtg coz i gt school 2mro GRRR&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;ciao xoxox mwaaa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Kay.&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21002273-114154900408471067?l=rawrr-a-saurr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rawrr-a-saurr.blogspot.com/feeds/114154900408471067/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21002273&amp;postID=114154900408471067' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21002273/posts/default/114154900408471067'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21002273/posts/default/114154900408471067'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rawrr-a-saurr.blogspot.com/2006/03/ice-skating.html' title='Ice Skating'/><author><name>Kitty;;</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04590657714911816284</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-21002273.post-114146802432798982</id><published>2006-03-04T23:15:00.000+13:00</published><updated>2006-03-04T23:27:22.110+13:00</updated><title type='text'>this shit is bananas</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#6666cc;"&gt;well its like, 11 20 here, and i just got off the phone to alex after half an hour of chatting.. and lovely gossip ;) yay im going skating 2mro with minxy, sam, her friend greer, and greer's friend sum random. just keep on inviting everyone y dont ya??! lol. and im leaving at 12&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;i bet ur just so happy u knew that!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#6666cc;"&gt;anyway, today was boring. &lt;u&gt;very&lt;/u&gt; boring. i just sat at home babysitting my lil sis for half tha day. (oh yay) and yea this morning my mum woke up at 8am:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#ff0000;"&gt;"Chris. Wake up."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#6666cc;"&gt;"o.0 are you serious."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#ff0000;"&gt;"Yes."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#6666cc;"&gt;"What do you want?!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#6666cc;"&gt;- (honestly the worst ever reason to wake sum1 up!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#ff0000;"&gt;"Do you have any laundry that needs washing?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#6666cc;"&gt;"NO!! Let me sleeepppppppppppp..... (zzz)"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#000000;"&gt;the end.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#6666cc;"&gt;clap clap for my fantastic story :) and now im listening to the song that alex wanted me 2 download &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#6666cc;"&gt;- Emotionless -- Good Charlotte&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#6666cc;"&gt;its actually quite nice! so i think im gunna go sleep so that i can wake up for 2mro.. (dreading it, but allso looking forward to it)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#6666cc;"&gt;gd nite every1 xox&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#6666cc;"&gt;love tinx, mwaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaahhhhhhhhhh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Kay.&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21002273-114146802432798982?l=rawrr-a-saurr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rawrr-a-saurr.blogspot.com/feeds/114146802432798982/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21002273&amp;postID=114146802432798982' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21002273/posts/default/114146802432798982'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21002273/posts/default/114146802432798982'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rawrr-a-saurr.blogspot.com/2006/03/this-shit-is-bananas.html' title='this shit is bananas'/><author><name>Kitty;;</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04590657714911816284</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-21002273.post-114134244617784950</id><published>2006-03-03T12:00:00.000+13:00</published><updated>2006-03-03T12:34:06.236+13:00</updated><title type='text'>zzz</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;hey hey finally posted then. im ment 2 be at school 2day but im 'sick' *cough* but anyway im just so EXCITED about the weekend. yay free txting. not tht i can be bothered but SURE. lol at least 2day i missed out on fukin singing for the first 2 periods of school. jeez i cant do that. i hav singing issues. honestly. and... um.. mmk. hmm. i bet im boring u, so ill stop. oh yea and tag! :) xox lv ya all&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;sorri this is a short entry..&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Kay.&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21002273-114134244617784950?l=rawrr-a-saurr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rawrr-a-saurr.blogspot.com/feeds/114134244617784950/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21002273&amp;postID=114134244617784950' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21002273/posts/default/114134244617784950'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21002273/posts/default/114134244617784950'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rawrr-a-saurr.blogspot.com/2006/03/zzz.html' title='zzz'/><author><name>Kitty;;</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04590657714911816284</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-21002273.post-114025874776656493</id><published>2006-02-18T23:13:00.000+13:00</published><updated>2006-02-18T23:32:28.100+13:00</updated><title type='text'>(none)</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;no title what a promising title dont ya think. umm not much of a story either oh joy yea?  well this wil b an interesting read. lucky lucky you, the reader. well on thursday tha sumthingth i had taekwondo and i was enjoying myself while being beaten up by a lil boy called josh. bloody hell that guy is so bony! on thursday or sumtime during tha week i was in ict, and on email and tha teacher, sum old lady, came bhind me and closed tha email window. haha stupid biach.. well i hav to go now. my mother wants me off tha comp b4 she 'screams at me' wow now this wil b entertaining. hearing her scream at me while my sister's right next to my room ( asleep)...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Kay.&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21002273-114025874776656493?l=rawrr-a-saurr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rawrr-a-saurr.blogspot.com/feeds/114025874776656493/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21002273&amp;postID=114025874776656493' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21002273/posts/default/114025874776656493'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21002273/posts/default/114025874776656493'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rawrr-a-saurr.blogspot.com/2006/02/none.html' title='(none)'/><author><name>Kitty;;</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04590657714911816284</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-21002273.post-113990605925499375</id><published>2006-02-14T21:17:00.000+13:00</published><updated>2006-02-14T21:34:23.423+13:00</updated><title type='text'>..::Valentine's Day::..</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;well, taekwondo was &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;so&lt;/span&gt; exhilirating. yep, sam and i had tha time of our lives taking pictures of me kicking her, and her kicking me oh yes. but stupid mr merrick tried to jump over like 5 ppls who were crouching on tha ground hu were like lil kids, he jumped and landed on this poor lil kid called Nicko (or sumthin like that i dno how 2 spell) and like crushed his foot and my friend Miho (yet again, i have no spelling skills) got his foot on her back. poor bubby.. then my mum threw a mental at me coz i wasnt practising my fukin pattern with her and the otha yellow belts (yep im yellow belt, woohoo. ITF for life) and was practising pattern with sam(white belt yeeha) and sum otha girl.. (forgot name haha, i think its jessica or sumthin :S). so like she was glaring at me through the whole lesson friggen scary if i must say so. and then we did tha hot as group photo where we had to like smile, do kicks (in tha photo yep.) do sum funny lookin face (in which i lookd so (sarcastically) gangsta yep) etc, but yes it was so fun haha. umm then ma mother lectured me tha whole 15-20 mins bak to tha house.. even though it felt more like 1hour jeez. and yea. meh im hot now coz the fan's gone retarded, wont switch on or anything. so now im sitting in tha oven-like study getting hotter by tha second. meh im gna get off n go outside for a while.. arnt u so happy u knew that!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Kay.&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21002273-113990605925499375?l=rawrr-a-saurr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rawrr-a-saurr.blogspot.com/feeds/113990605925499375/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21002273&amp;postID=113990605925499375' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21002273/posts/default/113990605925499375'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21002273/posts/default/113990605925499375'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rawrr-a-saurr.blogspot.com/2006/02/valentines-day.html' title='..::Valentine&apos;s Day::..'/><author><name>Kitty;;</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04590657714911816284</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-21002273.post-113981830541920037</id><published>2006-02-13T20:56:00.000+13:00</published><updated>2006-02-13T21:11:45.526+13:00</updated><title type='text'>hOmEwOrK</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;welll today got like major shitloads of homework which really sux coz im too lazy to do the work. its like 9 here. and stil havnt done tha work even tho im like sleeping at 9 30 oops? um and while im at the oops, (dont ask about tha lingo) sorry fo scoldin ya wayne. but u like neva replied my emails oi!!! meh that was exhilirating. ummm.. well today was bloody boring. actually nothing fun happended today honest. except for when i drew a tree on the comp in ICT/IFM i mean cant they decide on ONE name!? meh.. but thats not the point. the point is, i drew such an artistic picture of a tree (actually, two). so. and alexs bak in our group, afta she ditched us to sit wit sammys n jess' group then they were like bein bitches and talkin bhnd alex's bak bow her braces etc so mean. meh! i hate my uniform.. and tomorrow i hav to buy new pe uniform cuz ma lil sistaz gna have mine lucky her huh. and my mothaz like naggin me 2 get off an im like hel no not yet im busy so now i think shes ina shity wit me. o wel no big deal, she'l get ova it (hopefully). well i mite b taking up archery (oh yes) and dance and maybe drumming this year so it looks a bit better, i shall b bored a little less often :) aha sumthin 2 fil up my time at last. but now im just friggen bored. wel i feel like baking sumthing and hopefully it wont b blak or too hard (like wen i tried 2 make a pizza it turned out hard as rock) (but i partially blame my partner, hu's name i cant remember at tha moment.) (o wel). my eye hurts, i poked myself in tha eye wen i was drying off after a shower. donno how that happend though. yay valentine's day 2mro at last!!! yay but i dont think im getting many roses which sucks.. but o wel :D ehehe. imagine being born on valentines day, or even worse, &lt;u&gt;christmas day&lt;/u&gt; now that wud suck. imean u get all ur old grannies and uncles and aunts goin ' well here's ur xmas presnt AND your birthday present' that wud suck coz uno they wud give u a present that wud only b meant for xmas or your birthday, never both. haha listen to this joke, sum1 just told me it&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;ever since i was little, all my aunts would always tell me at weddings " you're next!". they stopped doing that when i started doing that to them at funerals.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt; haha funny! wel. at least i found it funny :S&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;i gtg ciao il post mre often ya?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Kay.&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21002273-113981830541920037?l=rawrr-a-saurr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rawrr-a-saurr.blogspot.com/feeds/113981830541920037/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21002273&amp;postID=113981830541920037' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21002273/posts/default/113981830541920037'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21002273/posts/default/113981830541920037'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rawrr-a-saurr.blogspot.com/2006/02/homework.html' title='hOmEwOrK'/><author><name>Kitty;;</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04590657714911816284</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-21002273.post-113973022139764767</id><published>2006-02-12T20:26:00.000+13:00</published><updated>2006-02-12T20:43:41.413+13:00</updated><title type='text'>title..</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#ffff66;"&gt;hmm well today i went to newmarket instead, with sam, ails, char, dan n reb and watched brokeback mountain (ya go gay cowboys) at rialto cinemas. i went to newmarket with sam and met up with the rest like on the way to rialto. then we got our tickets -- shock horror i know, then we went to tha toilet (road trip woohoo!!) and there was this lady person hu was super loud in tha toilet, it was like raining, as char pointed out hahaha!! then we went to go get luncheoun and i had an ice coffee, im a caffiene addict i think... at tha movie place sam spent like $20 on food (lollies n popcorn) alone haha but the stuff theres like rip off as. then we went into tha movie which was extremely exhilerating. lol there was a (gasp) sex scene ewww.... then we like randomly walked around into tha awsum places like farmers, and the warehouse (arnt we just cool bananas) and the exercise books were like 18c, and the cadbury creme eggs were $3 sumthing wat a friggen rip off. then we went to burger king were dan bought fries, and everyone else wer just like stealing her food, o ya kind as friends. then we went to foodtown 2 buy shampoo n create 'havoc' but halfway we cudnt b fkd so we just like left n ditched tha 1 hu wanted shampoo :P then we went home, and lucky sam had to draw water . however u do that , im amazed by her, shes ma idol ya!? well i hav to tell sum1 off, WAYNE LIM!! why u not reply my emails or nethin oi. sad 1 :( u POO lol im so mature. wellll i better gt off b4 ma mum throws a friggen mental at me!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Kay.&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21002273-113973022139764767?l=rawrr-a-saurr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rawrr-a-saurr.blogspot.com/feeds/113973022139764767/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21002273&amp;postID=113973022139764767' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21002273/posts/default/113973022139764767'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21002273/posts/default/113973022139764767'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rawrr-a-saurr.blogspot.com/2006/02/title.html' title='title..'/><author><name>Kitty;;</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04590657714911816284</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-21002273.post-113965145857085383</id><published>2006-02-11T22:39:00.000+13:00</published><updated>2006-02-12T20:25:50.076+13:00</updated><title type='text'>4 DaYs tO VaLeNtiNeS dAy</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;well.. on thursday, i had taekwondo in which i attained a &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;few&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; (na not relly, they were like huge) bruises and sam got bruises too so we bruise buddies :) woohoo. and on friday was swimming sports and i was yelling like real loud for my house, so 2day i cant talk coz i lost my voice haha. im going 2 mvies on sunday (tomorrow) so hopefully i have a proper voice. but if i dont then i wil like try not to talk (which wil b hard) so 2mro, me, sam, dan, reb, ails, and char wil b meeting in mission bay (mb) then walking around for 45mins, then go movie wheee fun ya? ummm we gonna see brokeback mountain its about sum hot as gay cowboys :S ehhh.. wierd but we wanted 2 see just like heaven but it wasnt out anymore lol :( so that sucks, but meh. yay valentines day on wednesday (i think) and i have a valentine (yaay!) mehh. IM BORED NOW so im gna go download sum songs b4 i sleep.. so for now, au revoir ma buddies!! lv yaz xo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Kay.&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21002273-113965145857085383?l=rawrr-a-saurr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rawrr-a-saurr.blogspot.com/feeds/113965145857085383/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21002273&amp;postID=113965145857085383' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21002273/posts/default/113965145857085383'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21002273/posts/default/113965145857085383'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rawrr-a-saurr.blogspot.com/2006/02/4-days-to-valentines-day.html' title='4 DaYs tO VaLeNtiNeS dAy'/><author><name>Kitty;;</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04590657714911816284</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-21002273.post-113945625309454111</id><published>2006-02-09T16:31:00.001+13:00</published><updated>2006-02-09T16:37:34.700+13:00</updated><title type='text'>ScHoOl zZz</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;well gotta make a quick post to satisfy the advisor's wants.. well iv started school, now yr 11 and i can learn to drive in like 5 and a half months :) yaay im so overjoyed (lol) and yea. 2mro i got swimming sports and all we gunna do all day is sit in tha sun &amp; get burnt to death arrrgh i hav a feeling that wil b a boring day. and it &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;sucks&lt;/u&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;coz i cant listen to ma ipod and nt alowed 2 use phone zzzz i dont wanna go school but i like have to so that sux.. well gtg il try post mre often k? wish me luck for swimming sports. gunna b a boring day &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;GRRR&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;YaY fOr LoReTo HoUsE wE rOcK yOuR sOcKs OfF..!! (whether u like it or not)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Kay.&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21002273-113945625309454111?l=rawrr-a-saurr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rawrr-a-saurr.blogspot.com/feeds/113945625309454111/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21002273&amp;postID=113945625309454111' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21002273/posts/default/113945625309454111'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21002273/posts/default/113945625309454111'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rawrr-a-saurr.blogspot.com/2006/02/school-zzz_08.html' title='ScHoOl zZz'/><author><name>Kitty;;</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04590657714911816284</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-21002273.post-113887292013709406</id><published>2006-02-02T21:59:00.000+13:00</published><updated>2006-02-02T22:35:20.183+13:00</updated><title type='text'>aNoThA qUiZzIe!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Updated Questionnaire&lt;br /&gt;Questionnaire&lt;br /&gt;Start time: 10.07pm&lt;br /&gt;*****YOU, YOU, YOU*****&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;0. What is your full name? Christa Elisa Ting&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;1. Nicknames: chris, xta, tinx, tinkabel&lt;br /&gt;2. B-day: june 19th 1991&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;3. Age: 14&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;4. Sex: female :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;5. Social Security: wha-? i mean, yea?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;6. Where do you live? new zealand, auckland, howick&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;7. What school do you attend? baradene college&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;8. Siblings and their ages? louiza, 11, shaun, 20&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;9. Pets:doggy!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;10. Zodiac Sign: gemini&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;11. Righty or Lefty: lefty&lt;br /&gt;*****YOUR LOOKS***** &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;12. Hair color: black/dark brwn, and was slightly purple :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;13. Eye color: Dark brown &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;14. Height: ummm 157-159 i dunno?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;15. Do u wear contacts or glasses: neither&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;16. Do you have any piercings? yep! ears.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;17. Where do you want more? want more what?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;18. Do you have a tattoo? na.. but i want 1 on ma bak&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;19. If so what and where? well i want wings on ma bak yay :)&lt;br /&gt;20. Do you wear any rings? yea. ma marriage ring ov course..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;21.Do you have a certain fashion you follow? na&lt;br /&gt;23. How are you today?: oh im jolly well.. how are u?&lt;br /&gt;24. What pants are you wearing right now?: SKIRT. pink with white staz&lt;br /&gt;25. What shirt are you wearing right now?: pink tank top&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;26. What kind of underwear are you wearing right now?: huh..?&lt;br /&gt;27. What does your hair look like at the moment? ummm like hair??&lt;br /&gt;28. What song are you listening to right now?: tell me its real - kci &amp; jojo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;29. What was the last thing you ate?: popcorn.. while watching spirit (omg soo sad)&lt;br /&gt;30. How is the weather right now?: umm its dark coz its nite time&lt;br /&gt;31. Last person you talked to on the phone: sam&lt;br /&gt;32. Last Dream you can remember? umm i dreamt that i was dreaming (now tht was soo wierd)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;33. Who are you talking to right now?: wayne, alex, isaac b.&lt;br /&gt;34. What time is it?:  um 10.14pm&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;*****More about YOU!*****(yay, me..)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;35. What are the last four digits of your mobile phone number?: 2733&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;36. If u were a crayon, what color would u want to be?: black&lt;br /&gt;38. Do u like the person that sent you this? no1 sent this 2 me i stole it from ma m8s site.. muahaha!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;39. How do you eat an Oreo? huh!?&lt;br /&gt;41. What's the next CD you are going to buy?: sugarcult!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;43. What's the best advice ever given to you? sum shit about education&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;44. Have u ever won any special awards? yea! only in yr 10 wen i wasnt THERE GRRR&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;45. What are your future goals? hmm b rich &amp; famous&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;46. Do you like to dance? tht sounds like sum sorta retarted techno shit.. but yes and i love to sing too hahahaaha..... JOKING&lt;br /&gt;48. What's the stupidest thing you ever done?: got carried away&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;50. If you could change 1 thing about yourself what would it be?: hmm definately my personality..&lt;br /&gt;51. Where do you shop the most?:  in shops.. definitely not supermarkets, fk no!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;52. How many kids do you want to have? 2 or 3..&lt;br /&gt;53. Son's names? ummm no idea&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;54. Daughter's names?: sme thing. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;55. Do you do drugs?: nah u pay to pay even more?? hell no&lt;br /&gt;56. Do you drink?: OF COURSE NOT WAT DO U THINK I AM!!?!? (ahem)&lt;br /&gt;57. What kind of shampoo and conditioner do you use?: ummm herbal essences/ pantene&lt;br /&gt;66. Who do you tell your dreams to? i dont tell ne1 unles its bowt them..(only if its nice too)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;67. Whose the loudest friends you have?: hmmm... ash/alex/kelly/wayne?/and maybe bessie&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;68. Who's the quietest friend? mr ryan goh!! haha.. i duno, maybe charlotte s or dan.. (im nt 2 sure)&lt;br /&gt;69. Is cheerleading a sport? for girls!&lt;br /&gt;70. How many licks does it take to get to the center of a tootsie pop? How does this fit into the "More about me" category?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;*****YOU and LOVE*****&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;72. Do you believe in Love?  yea&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;73. Do you have a girlfriend or boyfriend? umm i mite.. mite not :o &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;74. Do you have a crush?: yes :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;75. Who is your crush? like im saying it here..&lt;br /&gt;76. Did you send this to your crush?: no.&lt;br /&gt;77. Do you believe in Love at first sight?: looks arnt everything!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;78. Where would you like to go on your honeymoon? sumwer nice &amp; exotic!&lt;br /&gt;80. What's the first thing you notice about the opposite sex? that they are the opposite sex&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;82. Who do u want to spend the rest of your life with? well hopefully myself, i mean im not sure if iwill..&lt;br /&gt;83. Do you find yourself attractive?  no... nt realy&lt;br /&gt;84. Do you find yourself ugly?  no... nt realy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;85. Do others find you attractive?: i hope so&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;*****Pick One: THIS OR THAT*****&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;133. Lights on/off: when doin wat?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;134. Sun or Rain?: sun.. coz u dont get wet (BY THE RAIN)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;135. Mickey D's (McDonalds) or BK (Burger King)? 'micky d's' all tha way...&lt;br /&gt;136. Do u like scary or happy movies better? happy i get scared in scary movies&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;137. Backstreet Boys or NSYNC:   nsync coz bkstreet boys r gay&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;138. On the phone or in person?: in person&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;139. Paper or plastic?: ummm both &amp; neitha..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;140. sausage or pepperoni? sausages...&lt;br /&gt; 141. Summer or winter? summer and winter.. summer more fun, winter.. ma birthday! :)&lt;br /&gt;142. hugs or kisses?: both.. but hugs r closer..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;143. milk, Dark or White Chocolate? milk&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;144. Root Beer or Dr. Pepper: root beer&lt;br /&gt;145. Glass half full or half empty?: half &lt;br /&gt;146. CD or Tape: umm neither, why waste moeny when i hav ma ipod!??&lt;br /&gt;147. Dogs or Cats?: dogs&lt;br /&gt;149. Mud or Jell-O wrestling: mud, but havnt tryed jell-o wrestling.. (sounds fun!!)&lt;br /&gt;150. Vanilla or Chocolate: vanilla&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;1&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;51. Skiing or Boarding: umm neitha (i suck at both)&lt;br /&gt;152. Day or night: night&lt;br /&gt;153. Cake or pie: cake&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;155. Diamond or pearl: diamond&lt;br /&gt;156. sunset or sunrise: sunset&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;*****YOUR FAVS*****&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;157. Color?  pink, blak.. all!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;158. Food: anything wen im hungry (which is usually).. preferably no vegetables tho, im strictly non vegetairian&lt;br /&gt;159. Fast Food:? ummmm.... so many&lt;br /&gt;160. Candy: umm anything wit lotsa suga&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;161. Beverage: ice coffee!!!!&gt;!&gt;!&gt;!&gt;!&gt;!&gt;!&gt;! (&amp; alcs but didnt i say i wasnt an alcoholic!?)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;162. Ice Cream Flavor:  cookies n cream&lt;br /&gt;163. Sport: badminton/tkd :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;163. Animal: puppies&lt;br /&gt;164. Fave type of music? : rock, rnb..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;165. Radio Station?: havnt listened eva since i got ma ipod lol&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;166. Song: tell me its real - kci &amp; jojo, crying &amp;amp; what you say - sugarcult&lt;br /&gt;167. Group: sugarcult!!!!&lt;br /&gt;171. Fav. month? june&lt;br /&gt;172. TV show?  house! veronica mars. the OC&lt;br /&gt;173. Store? ummmmm the warehous all tha way... na sounds or real groovy (MUSIC YAY)&lt;br /&gt;174. Scent: vanilla &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;175. Board Game: zarthura.. haha jokes! gayest movie ever ae wayne? umm i hav no fav board game..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;*****HAVE YOU EVER?*****&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;178. Loved someone so much it made you cry??  no.. as i quote (frm wayne) " no man is worth ur tears if he wont cry for u, and tha right guy wudnt make u tear!" (i think)&lt;br /&gt;179. Drank? yes&lt;br /&gt;180. Swear? wtf do u think?&lt;br /&gt;181. Ever gotten dumped?: yes... :( sad.. BUT 1nce only :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;182. Broke the law?? ummm i dno nt that i cn rememba... but knowing me, probably&lt;br /&gt;183. Ran from the cops:? haha yes..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;186. Tried to kill yourself?? hell no... emos&lt;br /&gt;187. Made yourself throw up? nope&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;189. Made yourself cry to get out of trouble? yes haha probably&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;*****More On You and Love*****&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;190. Have you ever been in love: yes&lt;br /&gt;191. If so with who: he knows.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;192. What about them made/makes you love them: um tht i cn b maslf around him&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;193. Was it true love: dnt think so&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;***** A FiNaL NoTe*****&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;194. Do you like filling these out: dnt mind&lt;br /&gt;195. how many people are u sending this to?: none&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;196. Do u want your friends to write back? umm post a coment!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;197. Who is least likely to respond?: ummmm cnt say coz then they will..&lt;br /&gt;198. Who is most likely to respond?: hopefully wayne or ryan or kelly or angie.. or isaac b.... :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;199. Who is the nicest person you know?: cant say... me probably hahaha JOKES&lt;br /&gt;200. What time is it now?: 10.33&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Kay.&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21002273-113887292013709406?l=rawrr-a-saurr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rawrr-a-saurr.blogspot.com/feeds/113887292013709406/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21002273&amp;postID=113887292013709406' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21002273/posts/default/113887292013709406'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21002273/posts/default/113887292013709406'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rawrr-a-saurr.blogspot.com/2006/02/anotha-quizzie.html' title='aNoThA qUiZzIe!!'/><author><name>Kitty;;</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04590657714911816284</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-21002273.post-113884766641452315</id><published>2006-02-02T14:03:00.000+13:00</published><updated>2006-02-02T15:34:29.226+13:00</updated><title type='text'>its hard 2 think ov titles.....</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;well well today i woke up at 7 after sleeping at like 2am that night to go course registration at 9 sumthing.. whyyyy do i have to live so far away frm tha school!!??!  it SUX. meh well i registered (and got lost :S) then i went bak 2 tha car and waited ages for ma sister to finish her orientation she starting bara this year yay!! (aheM) but yea so then we went shopping at meadowbank (ooh yay) and walked around zzz but yea ummm... wat else to write!? meh i found out ma class, 11CW and i think ima loner :( sob sob. alex's in 11CH, charlotte and bessie are in 11LL. i dunno anyone else's tho... GRRR tkd today, sam better b there or she's in big trouble!! argh. im sooo tired and cbf doin tkd so i wil complain here and now so that u cn read it and feel my pain.. grrrr!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! (the end) hmm i m bored :) o princess.. u FINALLY updated im sooo proud of u *gasp*.. meanie ryan goh making me hungry (for nice food) by saying stuff like .. 'are you hungry' and 'mm delicious food'. grrrr!!! meh. ill make him hungry tha nxt time i hav food and am eating it and he is not :D sweet revenge.. whee as of now, sugarcult is ma fav band :) my ipods like full up with their songs haha! AHAHAH ma mum thinks im turning into a punk rocker... HAHAHAH sooo funny!! anyways i betta go now gna get a dvd :) yaaay! haha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;xo tinx&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Kay.&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21002273-113884766641452315?l=rawrr-a-saurr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rawrr-a-saurr.blogspot.com/feeds/113884766641452315/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21002273&amp;postID=113884766641452315' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21002273/posts/default/113884766641452315'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21002273/posts/default/113884766641452315'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rawrr-a-saurr.blogspot.com/2006/02/its-hard-2-think-ov-titles.html' title='its hard 2 think ov titles.....'/><author><name>Kitty;;</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04590657714911816284</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-21002273.post-113866459038205960</id><published>2006-01-31T12:01:00.000+13:00</published><updated>2006-01-31T12:43:15.316+13:00</updated><title type='text'>hApPy ChInEsE nEw YeAr</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff9900;"&gt;hey guys/girls havnt posted fo a wile kinda waiting fo sum1 else to post first ( a kinda deal thing) but yea. 1st of all, happy cny every1 :) other thn that i havnt bin doin mch at al ae jst bin lazying around tha house lol. hmm on saturday i went shopping with charlotte whee and we were gna see harry potter 4 but it wasnt showing nemore :( so we were sad but we got lollies from tha movies (omg soo expensive) and after eating 3/4 of what we got (not too much) we felt real sick so we stopped eating and we jst walked around. then we went to real groovy n hung arnd there then we went bak home how exciting huh lol we were ment to go 'boy hunting' haha so cute lol &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;everybody's watching you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;breathing in your every move&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;look around when the world is empty&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;look around if you're guilty&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;everybody's after you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;i wait in line to touch you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;look around if you ever miss me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;look around coz it kills me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;its over&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;there's nothing you can do&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;there's nothing you can say&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;to keep me here&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;its over &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;you say we're just friends&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;we're playing pretend&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;to keep me here&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;every night i lay in bed&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;i think about the things you said&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;look around i'm the one your only&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;look around it still kills me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;its over &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;there's nothing you can do&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;there's nothing you can say &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;to keep me here&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;its over&lt;br /&gt;you say we're just friends&lt;br /&gt;we're playing pretend&lt;br /&gt;to keep me here&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;doesn't anyone care&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;doesn't anyone care&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;doesn't anyone care&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;doesn't anyone care&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;everybody's watching you &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;and counting down your every move&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;look around if your heartbeat's empty&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;look around if it's guilty&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;its over&lt;br /&gt;there's nothing you can do&lt;br /&gt;there's nothing you can say&lt;br /&gt;to keep me here&lt;br /&gt;its over you say we're just friends&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;we're playing pretend&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;to keep me here&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Kay.&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21002273-113866459038205960?l=rawrr-a-saurr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rawrr-a-saurr.blogspot.com/feeds/113866459038205960/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21002273&amp;postID=113866459038205960' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21002273/posts/default/113866459038205960'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21002273/posts/default/113866459038205960'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rawrr-a-saurr.blogspot.com/2006/01/happy-chinese-new-year.html' title='hApPy ChInEsE nEw YeAr'/><author><name>Kitty;;</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04590657714911816284</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-21002273.post-113763029971894100</id><published>2006-01-19T13:06:00.000+13:00</published><updated>2006-01-19T22:19:05.426+13:00</updated><title type='text'>quizzie! :)</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff6666;"&gt;Copy this email and paste it onto a new email that you will send. Change all the answers so that they apply to you, then send this to a whole bunch of people you know INCLUDING the person who sent it to you. The theory is that you will learn a lot of little facts about your friends. And while you're changing it, READ IT!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#9999ff;"&gt;SIMPLE QUESTIONS ABOUT YOU: (yay me..)&lt;br /&gt;1. Full name: Christa Ting&lt;br /&gt;2. Nickname: Tinx, Chris&lt;br /&gt;3. Shoe size: 6-7&lt;br /&gt;4. Height: short.. :P i dunno 158 or sumthing&lt;br /&gt;5. Hair: blak/brown&lt;br /&gt;6. Siblings? 1 lil sis n 1 big bro&lt;br /&gt;7. Do you like to sing in the shower? haha nope i dance in tha shower ;)&lt;br /&gt;8. Do you like to sing? haha cnt sing fo shit&lt;br /&gt;9. Birthday: 19th June&lt;br /&gt;10.Sign: Gemini&lt;br /&gt;11.Lefty or righty? lefty!&lt;br /&gt;12.Shoes or sandals? shoes&lt;br /&gt;13.Coke or Pepsi? coke&lt;br /&gt;14.What do you want in a relationship? sum1 u cn hav fun wit&lt;br /&gt;15. Have you ever cheated? umm.. yes ?&lt;br /&gt;16. Marital status: single. or taken.. im confuzed il hav 2 ask ma colourful buddy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff6666;"&gt;"FAVOURITE" QUESTIONS:&lt;br /&gt;17. Song: hmm lots&lt;br /&gt;18. Cologne or Perfume? perfume&lt;br /&gt;19. Movie: mmm idunno so many&lt;br /&gt;20. Number: 88&lt;br /&gt;21. Card game: speed&lt;br /&gt;23. Sports: tennis and badminton&lt;br /&gt;25. Food: chocolate nd sugary stuff&lt;br /&gt;26. TV show: tha simple life. titus. house etc..&lt;br /&gt;27. Cartoon: too many to name&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#9999ff;"&gt;QUESTIONS:&lt;br /&gt;30. Do you plan on having kids? yep&lt;br /&gt;31. How many do you want? a million kazillion :P jokes probaly 2 or 3&lt;br /&gt;32. What's something you can't wait to say? u smell really bad/ yay im a millionaire&lt;br /&gt;33. Get married? yep&lt;br /&gt;34. Have kids b4 u get married? hell no&lt;br /&gt;35. You have a b/f or g/f : again wit tha colourful buddy&lt;br /&gt;37. What hurts you the most? umm wen ppl r mean 2 me. an seeing animalz gt tortured :(&lt;br /&gt;38. Music/TV: music al da way&lt;br /&gt;40. Green/Blue: blue&lt;br /&gt;41. Pink/Purple: pink of corse&lt;br /&gt;42. Summer/Winter: summer!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#9999ff;"&gt;43. Night/Day: day.. or night. both!&lt;br /&gt;44. Hanging Out/ Chillin: both&lt;br /&gt;45. Dopey/Funny: funny&lt;br /&gt;46. You know I'm around when you say: TIINNNXX or CHRRIISSSSS haha&lt;br /&gt;47. What school do you go to? bara :)&lt;br /&gt;48. Do you enjoy what you do? wat do i do?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff6666;"&gt;FRIENDS&lt;br /&gt;50.Who Are They? ma m8s n ppl i like being arnd&lt;br /&gt;51. Most blonde: i duno.. mayb alex ;) jokes darl jokes lv ya&lt;br /&gt;52. Nicest: hmm me! an every1 else, but definitely me&lt;br /&gt;53. Funniest: hmm i dunno every1 is ina diff way each&lt;br /&gt;54: Tallest: hmm defininetly wayne&lt;br /&gt;55. What's the worst thing a friend could do to you? do sumthin a friend wudnt do.. oohh.. or maybe killl me but thay wudnt dare&lt;br /&gt;56. Is it right to flirt if you have a g/f or b/f: no.. but sum ppl cnt help it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#9999ff;"&gt;OTHER QUESTIONS THAT AREN'T RANDOM BECAUSE SOMEONE THOUGHT TO WRITE THEM !&lt;br /&gt;59. What was the last thing you cried over or got teary over? umm when i lft singapore :( lol i dunno&lt;br /&gt;61. What do you want right now? i wna b wit da 1 i lov&lt;br /&gt;62. What's one thing you can't live without? ma friends, family.. air?&lt;br /&gt;63. Love or Lust: lov&lt;br /&gt;64. Silver or Gold: silver :) its shinier&lt;br /&gt;65. Diamond or Pearl: diamonds r a girls best friend rite?&lt;br /&gt;66. Sunset or sunrise: sunset&lt;br /&gt;67. Have you ever gone skinny-dipping? nope :D&lt;br /&gt;68. Do you sleep with stuffed animals: ..yes they r comfy 2 lie on&lt;br /&gt;69. Do you have any piercings: yep my ears&lt;br /&gt;70. What colour underwear are you wearing right now? haha not tellin but it starts wit b an ends wit k?&lt;br /&gt;71. What song are you listening to right now? loosen up my buttons by tha pussycat dolls&lt;br /&gt;72 What are the last 2 digits of your home phone: 01&lt;br /&gt;73. Where would you want to go on your honeymoon? sumwer nice n exotic&lt;br /&gt;74. Who do you want to spend the rest of your life with? sum1 i cn hav fun wit :) an makes me laugh&lt;br /&gt;75. What are some of the first things you notice about the opposite sex? their height/ eyes wow romantic&lt;br /&gt;77. What's the next CD you want to listen to? goodnight nurse or sumthin like that&lt;br /&gt;78. Do you wear contacts or glasses? naah&lt;br /&gt;79. What was the best advice ever given to you? sum shit bowt education.. i duno&lt;br /&gt;81. Do you like Funny or Scary movies better? funny&lt;br /&gt;82. On the phone or in person? in person ov corse its mre personal :P&lt;br /&gt;83. Hugs or Kisses? both but hugs cn b frm any1&lt;br /&gt;84. What song seems to reflect you the most: with you by jessica simpson&lt;br /&gt;85. If you died tomorrow who would you leave everything to? family/friends/charity coz im sucha nice person&lt;br /&gt;86. Do you have any enemies? yes every1 duz&lt;br /&gt;87.Who was the last person to hug you? alex aka minxy ma girlie!&lt;br /&gt;88. Would you rather be rich or famous? famous coz u get money frm being famous&lt;br /&gt;89. What time is it in Albania? 1:17 am arnt i clever&lt;br /&gt;90. What time is it where you are now? 1:18 pm :o&lt;br /&gt;91. Have you ever met Santa? no but ill ring him later ;) 92. Name something pretty: rainbows --colourful!!&lt;br /&gt;94.Do you have any pets? 1 dog - chexx&lt;br /&gt;95. Who was the last person you danced with: alex :)&lt;br /&gt;96. Last time you were stressed? exams/ being lectured by parents&lt;br /&gt;97. Are you an alcoholic? na&lt;br /&gt;98. Who sent this to you: baer&lt;br /&gt;99. What do you think of this person? hes ma buddy o pal&lt;br /&gt;100. Do you want people to send this back? well u cant rely coz its now on ma blog :S&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Kay.&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21002273-113763029971894100?l=rawrr-a-saurr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rawrr-a-saurr.blogspot.com/feeds/113763029971894100/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21002273&amp;postID=113763029971894100' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21002273/posts/default/113763029971894100'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21002273/posts/default/113763029971894100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rawrr-a-saurr.blogspot.com/2006/01/quizzie.html' title='quizzie! :)'/><author><name>Kitty;;</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04590657714911816284</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-21002273.post-113740123370224175</id><published>2006-01-16T21:40:00.000+13:00</published><updated>2006-01-16T21:47:13.766+13:00</updated><title type='text'>Im Screwed - Paris Hilton</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#33ccff;"&gt;Please don't let it begin &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#33ccff;"&gt;You're under my skin &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#33ccff;"&gt;Same old story&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#33ccff;"&gt;Boy meets girl and she falls much harder than him &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#33ccff;"&gt;Baby, where's the glory &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#33ccff;"&gt;If all night, all night, you're attention's not mine &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#33ccff;"&gt;Please don't let it begin &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#33ccff;"&gt;You're under my skin &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#33ccff;"&gt;It's a sin cause you're starting to win &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Since I'm already screwed &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Here's a message to you &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;My heart's wide open &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;I'm just not getting through to the lover in you &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Yet I'm still hoping &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;That tonight, tonight, you're gonna turn down the lights &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;And give me a little more room just to prove it to you &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;What do I gotta do? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#33ccff;"&gt;Just push her aside &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#33ccff;"&gt;She's not your type &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#33ccff;"&gt;So cliché when a boy falls under the spell &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#33ccff;"&gt;Of a woman from hell &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#33ccff;"&gt;It's hard to take cause &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#33ccff;"&gt;Tonight, tonight, you could have found out I might &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#33ccff;"&gt;Have been the girl of your dreams &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#33ccff;"&gt;Baby, you might have seen what it means just to really be free &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Since I'm already screwed &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Here's a message to you &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;My heart's wide open &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;I'm just not getting through to the lover in you &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Yet I'm still hoping &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;That tonight, tonight, you're gonna turn down the lights &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;And give me a little more room just to prove it to you &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;What do I gotta do?&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#33ccff;"&gt;Tell me that you do &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#33ccff;"&gt;Tell me that you do &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#33ccff;"&gt;Tell me that you wanna take my number &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#33ccff;"&gt;There will come a day &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#33ccff;"&gt;An easy day in May or a storm in mid December&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#33ccff;"&gt;When you need someone just to have a little fun I could be the perfect girl for you &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#33ccff;"&gt;When you need someone just to have a little fun I could be the perfect girl for you to love &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Since I'm already screwed &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Here's a message to you &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;My heart's wide open &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;I'm just not getting through to the lover in you &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Yet I'm still hoping &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;That tonight, tonight, you're gonna turn down the lights &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;And give me a little more room just to prove it to you &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;What do I gotta do? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#33ccff;"&gt;Since I'm already screwed &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#33ccff;"&gt;Here's a message to you &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#33ccff;"&gt;My heart's wide open &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#33ccff;"&gt;I'm just not getting through to the lover in you &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#33ccff;"&gt;Yet I'm still hoping&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#33ccff;"&gt;That tonight, tonight, you're gonna turn down the lights &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#33ccff;"&gt;And give me a little more room just to prove it to you &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#33ccff;"&gt;What do I gotta do?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Kay.&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21002273-113740123370224175?l=rawrr-a-saurr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rawrr-a-saurr.blogspot.com/feeds/113740123370224175/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21002273&amp;postID=113740123370224175' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21002273/posts/default/113740123370224175'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21002273/posts/default/113740123370224175'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rawrr-a-saurr.blogspot.com/2006/01/im-screwed-paris-hilton.html' title='Im Screwed - Paris Hilton'/><author><name>Kitty;;</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04590657714911816284</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-21002273.post-113731412281831491</id><published>2006-01-15T21:16:00.000+13:00</published><updated>2006-01-15T21:36:07.370+13:00</updated><title type='text'>sunday 15th ov jan</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;wow this is wierd.. i hav ma own blog woohoo.. :P hehe im ona high so plz excuze me yay!!!&lt;br /&gt;anyways today was fun went ice sktn wit ma girlie alex n hur boyz hmm.. yea thn we wnt 2 mc donaldz n thrw food n stuff arnd. and 2dayz also ma m8 ashleez birthday!! happy 15th girl! hav a gud day lv yaz xoxoxo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Hey, don't write yourself off yet.It's only in your head you feel left out orlooked down on.&lt;br /&gt;Just try your best, try everything you can.&lt;br /&gt;And don't you worry what they tell themselves when you're away.&lt;br /&gt;It just takes some time, little girl you're in the middle, it'll up the ride.&lt;br /&gt;Everything will be just fine, everything will be alright.&lt;br /&gt;Hey, you know they're all the same.&lt;br /&gt;You know you're doing better on your own, so don't buy in.&lt;br /&gt;Live right now. Yeah, just be yourself.&lt;br /&gt;It doesn't matter if it's good enough for someone else.&lt;br /&gt;It just takes some time, little girl you're in the middle of the ride.&lt;br /&gt;Everything will be just fine, everything will be alright.&lt;br /&gt;It just takes some time, little girl you're in the middle of the ride.&lt;br /&gt;Everything will be just fine, everything will be alright.&lt;br /&gt;Hey, don't write yourself off yet.&lt;br /&gt;It's only in your head you feel left out orlooked down on.&lt;br /&gt;Just do your best, do everything you can.&lt;br /&gt;And don't you worry what the bitter hearts are gonna say.&lt;br /&gt;It just takes some time, little girl you're in the middle of the ride.&lt;br /&gt;Everything will be just fine, everything will be alright.&lt;br /&gt;It just takes some time, little girl you're in the middle of the ride.&lt;br /&gt;Everything will be just fine, everything will be alright.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Kay.&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21002273-113731412281831491?l=rawrr-a-saurr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rawrr-a-saurr.blogspot.com/feeds/113731412281831491/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21002273&amp;postID=113731412281831491' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21002273/posts/default/113731412281831491'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21002273/posts/default/113731412281831491'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rawrr-a-saurr.blogspot.com/2006/01/sunday-15th-ov-jan.html' title='sunday 15th ov jan'/><author><name>Kitty;;</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04590657714911816284</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></feed>
