<?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-5627642746644203421</id><updated>2011-07-08T09:25:03.067+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Challenge me if you DARE</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ephemeral-donuts.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5627642746644203421/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ephemeral-donuts.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>anhiee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06321421141313405824</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>23</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5627642746644203421.post-3393148531510559410</id><published>2009-11-10T21:59:00.003+11:00</published><updated>2009-11-11T06:30:57.705+11:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Taxed this off Carmen who taxed this off Christie. Btw HAPPY BIRTHDAY CARMEN!for tomorrow.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;1. What are three ways to win your heart?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Be sweet, funny or smart.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;2. Do you like lightning?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Not really.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;3. Have you ever cut someone else’s hair?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;No, no one will let me ):&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;4. Last person you said ‘i hate you’ to?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Don't remember&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;5. Rain or sunshine?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Depends on my mood&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;6. Last stupid thing you said to anyone?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Ohh i try not to remember &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;7. Biggest turn off?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;People being dick&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;8. Fave movie?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;'I Am Sam' probably.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;9. Would you date someone who smokes?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Most likely no.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;10. Would you date someone who was addicted to drugs?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Nop.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;11. What’s your biggest turn on, physically?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Nice eyes, or smile&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;12. Would you have sex w. someone you weren’t dating?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Sif i would.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;13. Have you ever missed someone and regretted breaking up with them?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Nop.Haven't dated&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;14. Have you ever dated someone more than once?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;nop.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;15. if you could go on ONE DATE with any celebrity, who would it be?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Dong Hae from Su Ju. hands down. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;16. What’s your relationship status?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Single :S&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;17. Do you like cuddling?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Yea, most of the time :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;18. Do you hold grudges?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Mm, yea but not easily&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;19. Do you regret dating anyone?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Nop.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;20. Hugger or kisser? What?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Hugger :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;21. Missing someone?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Sorta yea.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;22. Most important lesson you’ve learned from your exes?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Don't have exes to learn from&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;23. Are you happier single or in a relationship?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Dunno, haven't been in a realtionship.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;24. How important are looks?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Pretty important ;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;25. Would you rather date someone who was SUPER-HOT or someone who was nice?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I'd take the in between one ;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;26.Do you stay friends w/ the people you’ve dated?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Dunno.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;27. Would you fight over someone you wanted to be with?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Nah, don't have the energy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;28. Do you kiss on the 1st date?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Nah. I assume..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;29. If someone cheated on you, would you take them back if you really loved them?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Hm, depends.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;30. Some random girl comes up to you and says “who the hell are you”? What do you say back?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; Serious?I'm Anh :O&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;31. Are you spoiled?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I don't think i am.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;32. Name three things you would not tolerate in a relationship?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Asshole-ness i think that's pretty much it. I hate assholes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;33. Which one of your friends do you think would make a good prostitute?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Israaq ;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;34. Did you miss anyone today?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Nah.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;35. Last person to see you cry?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Oh i dunno.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;36. Who/what made you cry?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;My friend.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;37. Are you a forgiving person?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Yea, relatively.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;38. Would you ever share a girl/boyfriend with your best friend?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Haha, that's badass.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;39. I’ve come to realize the last person who gave me a hug…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;was Diem&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;40. Are most of your friends guys or girls?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Girls :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;41. How long does it take you to get ready to go out ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;15 ish&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;42. how many people do you know of named Adam ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;1&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;43. Are any of your friends cheerleaders ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Nah.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;44. What was the last thing you burnt?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;My tongue.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;45. What is your full name?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Anh Quynh Nhu Le. See why i call myself Anh?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;46. What color is the bra you have on now ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Don't wear one :O&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;47. Do you straighten your hair every day?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Nah, that's why i got it permanent ^^&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;48. Do you worry about the size of your boobs?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Hahaha, i should.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;49. Are you the typical girl who’s addicted to gossip?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Nah, but i don't mind it ;D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;50. What are your favorite girly magazines?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Don't think i have one.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;51. Did you ever spend all day/night getting pretty for a guy?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Sif i'd care that much.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;52. Did you ever cry during a romantic movie?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I'm far too manly for that.Nah.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;53. Would you leave the house without makeup on?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Yea, i always do.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;54. What’s the biggest turn on about guys?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;A nice face, voice and smile :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;55. Are you a girly-girl, tomboy, or in the middle?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Oh i dunno, i rkn middle?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;56. Is pink truly the best color in the entire universe?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Nah.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;57. What’s the most expensive piece of clothing you own?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I have a pricey watch :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;58. what color do you absolutely despise?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Mustard. that's gross.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;59. Have you ever stolen?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;No &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;60. Have you set your hair on fire?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;No, but i should try it (not on my head of course)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;61. Do you wear sweat pants?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Yea.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;62. Do you know anyone who has lost their virginity?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Yea. My parents right?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;63. Have you ever ran into a door because you didn’t see it?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Nah xD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;64. Doesn’t 50 Cent suck?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;He's one of those rapper guys? yea.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;65. Do you like hugs and kisses(xoxo:))?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Like when people write that? Or do it? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;66. Do you act gangster?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Sometimes, but people don't take me seriously.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;67. Ever made a prank phone call?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Mhmm&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;68. Last kiss?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;From my mum&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;69. What bill do you hate paying most?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I don't pay for them :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;70. Where was the last place you had a romantic dinner?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Haven't had one yet.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;71. What did you want to be when you were growing up?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Nothing really, i wanted to win the lottery.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;72. Favorite NON sexual thing to do at night with a guy?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Talk or boardgames.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;73. When did you first start feeling older?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;When people told me i was old.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;74. Favorite guilty pleasure?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I dunno.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;75. What famous person(s) would you like to have dinner with?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Lee Dong Hae &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;76. What famous person would you like to date? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Same guy ^^&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;78. What do you hate about your school?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;The smell.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;79. Last person whose bed you laid in besides your own?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Brother's&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;80. Have you lost a friend recently?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Lost like they died?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;81. Ever have a sleepover with the opposite sex?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Nop.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;82. Do you use smiley faces on the computer a lot? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Mhmms :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;83. Is it easier to forgive, or to forget?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Forgive&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;84. Do you give out second chances too easily?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Nah.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;85. Is your best friend pretty?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Yea ^__^&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;86. Is it awkward when you run into your exes?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Don't have exes to run into&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;87. Have you ever changed clothes in a vehicle?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Yea, heaps.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;88. Can you make yourself cry?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Yea i can.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;89. Is your life simple or complicated?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Simple enough.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;90. Are you easily confused?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Depends who's talking.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;92. Are you taller than 5′4″?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I wish.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;93. Have you ever liked someone who treated you like crap?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Nah.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;94. Is your current hair color mostly your natural hair color?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Yea pretty much.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;95. Does everything really happen for a reason?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Yea i think.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;input id="gwProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;!--Session data--&gt;&lt;input onclick="jsCall();" id="jsProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;div id="refHTML"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;input id="gwProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;!--Session data--&gt;&lt;input onclick="jsCall();" id="jsProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;div id="refHTML"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5627642746644203421-3393148531510559410?l=ephemeral-donuts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ephemeral-donuts.blogspot.com/feeds/3393148531510559410/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ephemeral-donuts.blogspot.com/2009/11/taxed-this-off-carmen-who-taxed-this.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5627642746644203421/posts/default/3393148531510559410'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5627642746644203421/posts/default/3393148531510559410'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ephemeral-donuts.blogspot.com/2009/11/taxed-this-off-carmen-who-taxed-this.html' title=''/><author><name>anhiee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06321421141313405824</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-5627642746644203421.post-2998568509870361347</id><published>2009-10-31T19:04:00.003+11:00</published><updated>2009-10-31T20:32:19.963+11:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;" &gt;OMG. Today my dad picked me up from english tutor and was driving me to maths, and we were at this round about, and at the time i was looking at my gum pack, cos i just bought it and i was reading the back, then suddenly heard this really loud BOOM and i was like whoa crap!so i looked straight up but i didn't see anything, and it took about 2 seconds for me to realise what had happened.There was this house to my left, with a car in it. I was like OMGGG, because i thought there might have been people inside who got hit, but then this lady, i assume the person who owned the house,because she was sitting in the front yard or something (says my brother, i was looking at my gum) starts screaming, and she's all like screaming something in a MY HOUSE! OMG, I CAN'T BELIEVE THIS HAPPENED, WHAT DO I DO sort of way, so i figured probably no one got hurt.&lt;br /&gt;Then as we were driving away, because it was our turn to drive around the round about, me, my bro and dad all just started laughing. This is what happened so says my brother, the car went around once and then just drove straight and into the house.LOL. That sorta scared me because my car was like.. 3metres from the house. Pretty much the whole car was inside the house, like when i first looked at it, i thought the car had reversed out of the garage and accidently smashed down the door, but then i realised there was no door, it was dry wall, and yea everytime i think about it i laugh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;input id="gwProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;!--Session data--&gt;&lt;input onclick="jsCall();" id="jsProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;div id="refHTML"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5627642746644203421-2998568509870361347?l=ephemeral-donuts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ephemeral-donuts.blogspot.com/feeds/2998568509870361347/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ephemeral-donuts.blogspot.com/2009/10/omg.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5627642746644203421/posts/default/2998568509870361347'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5627642746644203421/posts/default/2998568509870361347'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ephemeral-donuts.blogspot.com/2009/10/omg.html' title=''/><author><name>anhiee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06321421141313405824</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-5627642746644203421.post-8757439336489320423</id><published>2009-10-24T19:41:00.015+11:00</published><updated>2009-10-24T20:01:06.320+11:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;So i was taking a break today and was looking at shoelaces on eBay, and then i searched supernatural laces, cos i thought it'd be really cool to have supernatural laces, but nah i couldn't find any, so i decided to look up supernatural merchandise. Man, I found the most amazing thing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4XUbg9ldpFc/SuK-McEZn3I/AAAAAAAAAAc/vQejkoCaMpI/s1600-h/subust8.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 196px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4XUbg9ldpFc/SuK-McEZn3I/AAAAAAAAAAc/vQejkoCaMpI/s320/subust8.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5396084424445632370" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4XUbg9ldpFc/SuK_IWw5PHI/AAAAAAAAAAk/RqiBuhwxPO0/s1600-h/dean.jpg"&gt;&lt;img 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/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The resemblance is uncanny!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Oh, and i found this too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4XUbg9ldpFc/SuLAt5SXV4I/AAAAAAAAAAs/vHuKtz3h9jg/s1600-h/sam.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 169px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4XUbg9ldpFc/SuLAt5SXV4I/AAAAAAAAAAs/vHuKtz3h9jg/s320/sam.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5396087198247769986" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" 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href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5627642746644203421/posts/default/7185065483185389806'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5627642746644203421/posts/default/7185065483185389806'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ephemeral-donuts.blogspot.com/2009/10/lol-omg-shallow-much.html' title=''/><author><name>anhiee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06321421141313405824</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4XUbg9ldpFc/StQpOgfnBmI/AAAAAAAAAAM/uB5rVoK_7RI/s72-c/ScreenShot020.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5627642746644203421.post-1669508476305533124</id><published>2009-10-13T09:45:00.003+11:00</published><updated>2009-10-13T09:48:02.513+11:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;So last week i was making a list of things I'm gonna do when the yearlies are over and i realised i don't have many TV series to watch :O I have like ..2 atm, and that's like Supernatural and Gossip Girl, so can you leave me some suggestions of some good tv series i can watch? :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;input id="gwProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;!--Session data--&gt;&lt;input onclick="jsCall();" id="jsProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;div id="refHTML"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;input id="gwProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;!--Session data--&gt;&lt;input onclick="jsCall();" id="jsProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;div id="refHTML"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5627642746644203421-1669508476305533124?l=ephemeral-donuts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ephemeral-donuts.blogspot.com/feeds/1669508476305533124/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ephemeral-donuts.blogspot.com/2009/10/so-last-week-i-was-making-list-of.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5627642746644203421/posts/default/1669508476305533124'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5627642746644203421/posts/default/1669508476305533124'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ephemeral-donuts.blogspot.com/2009/10/so-last-week-i-was-making-list-of.html' title=''/><author><name>anhiee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06321421141313405824</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-5627642746644203421.post-9203186923373910658</id><published>2009-10-11T21:38:00.003+11:00</published><updated>2009-10-11T21:54:23.950+11:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;" &gt;So today at tkd we were doing kicks, then master comes over and is like ok, get down on your knees and i was like .__. eh? so then he kneels down and is like&lt;br /&gt;M: I'm tire, pump, pump your leg.    - jumps up and kicks bag-&lt;br /&gt;so we crouch down ( he said to go on our knees but i think he meant to crouch down, cos his english is pretty bad) (and all the higher belts were looking over and laughing) and do the kick thingy. Then cos some of the people weren't kicking right he comes over to them and crouches down and is like "I'm tire." -jumps up and kicks bag-  It took me a while to realise that he meant "I'm tiger." LOLOLOL. Whatta a fob. He's so cool :L&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and can u still leave me a comment if you like the idea of going paintball when we're 16 or w.e? cos if i get enough people who wanna go then i might start organising it next year :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;input id="gwProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;!--Session data--&gt;&lt;input onclick="jsCall();" id="jsProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;div id="refHTML"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;input id="gwProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;!--Session data--&gt;&lt;input onclick="jsCall();" id="jsProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;div id="refHTML"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;input id="gwProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;!--Session data--&gt;&lt;input onclick="jsCall();" id="jsProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;div id="refHTML"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5627642746644203421-9203186923373910658?l=ephemeral-donuts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ephemeral-donuts.blogspot.com/feeds/9203186923373910658/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ephemeral-donuts.blogspot.com/2009/10/so-today-at-tkd-we-were-doing-kicks.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5627642746644203421/posts/default/9203186923373910658'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5627642746644203421/posts/default/9203186923373910658'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ephemeral-donuts.blogspot.com/2009/10/so-today-at-tkd-we-were-doing-kicks.html' title=''/><author><name>anhiee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06321421141313405824</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-5627642746644203421.post-7493101244334537496</id><published>2009-10-10T17:25:00.002+11:00</published><updated>2009-10-10T17:47:15.520+11:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;" &gt;so yesterday i went to my family friend's house in Dee Why for dinner. Got there at like 8 and instead of having fun (not really these gatherings are pretty bland) i had to finish my Troung hw which was due today, so i sat down there like a good girl and did my hw instead of eating, about 2hrs in, this white guy called Daniel arrives and me and my bro were like haha its a white guy (not being racist, its jst i never see anyone at Viet gatherings except for Viets and the occasional chink) so we went over and started talking to him because he seemed interesting cos he was so out of place. So we're like talking to him and i ask him how he knows these ppl and he's like oh cos my mum knows them and i'm like oh who's ur mum and he points to this asian lady sitting somewhere, and i was like pwhooa are you for serious? But you look full white, like fully fully white? and he laughed at me and then he asked us what our names were and we told him it was anh and spent about 2 or 3 minutes explaining our name to him, then my aunt comes over and tells us to stop talking to him and let him eat first and my bro pats him on the shoulder and is ttyl Paul and i'm like er his name's Daniel --" and he's like oh whoops and yea he leaves and i get back to hwing.&lt;br /&gt;Later into the night, he came back but only cos he was about to leave and we were sitting near the door and he comes over and says bye.&lt;br /&gt;D: K, gtg cya Anhs&lt;br /&gt;A: Oh, bye &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;DAVID -&lt;/span&gt;looks back at brother and smirks-&lt;br /&gt;D: Uh, actually it's Daniel&lt;br /&gt;A: .___.&lt;br /&gt;A: hah!rightt.   &lt;br /&gt;A:....&gt;&lt;"&lt;br /&gt;then my brother starts laughing at me.Then we talked to him a bit more before he left cos he came over and asked me what i was doing and i was like non- right angled trig, and he's like ohhh i remember doing that.. then i asked him if he had a job and he said he was leaving it to pursue a career in music and i was like oh wow&lt;br /&gt;A: what's your band name?&lt;br /&gt;D: Daniel Hoppkins and the Generous Few&lt;br /&gt;Anhboy: Hah, thats a bit random&lt;br /&gt;A: mm not really (thinking about the 'generous few' bit)&lt;br /&gt;Anhboy: Why's it called Daniel Hoppkins?&lt;br /&gt;A: It's his name. Dumbass.&lt;br /&gt;Anhboy: OHHH &gt;&lt; right.&lt;br /&gt;Then as he was about to leave i called him David again DD: But seriously, David Hoppkins is such a generic name its sorta easy to forget, i mean i rkn if i didn't blog about this i'll have forgotten about him in the next week.Oh another thing, i just realised the other day when i was mapling( i've quit since then D:) that my bro lectures me exactly like my Troung teacher does its uncanny, except his is about gaming rather than HSC.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;input id="gwProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;!--Session data--&gt;&lt;input onclick="jsCall();" id="jsProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;div id="refHTML"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5627642746644203421-7493101244334537496?l=ephemeral-donuts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ephemeral-donuts.blogspot.com/feeds/7493101244334537496/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ephemeral-donuts.blogspot.com/2009/10/so-yesterday-i-went-to-my-family.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5627642746644203421/posts/default/7493101244334537496'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5627642746644203421/posts/default/7493101244334537496'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ephemeral-donuts.blogspot.com/2009/10/so-yesterday-i-went-to-my-family.html' title=''/><author><name>anhiee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06321421141313405824</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-5627642746644203421.post-4463829476579549875</id><published>2009-10-08T15:43:00.006+11:00</published><updated>2009-10-08T19:41:47.554+11:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"  &gt;So like today i was home alone (not really, but my bro wasn't at home so i had noone to talk to in person) because my bro was at paintball with like 40 other people in his grade. That's sooo epic we have to absolutely do that when we're 16 DD:&lt;br /&gt;yea so that was it :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is his blog about it &lt;a href="http://maycontainlegaction.blogspot.com/2009/10/tennouheika-banzai.html"&gt;HERE&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and leave me a comment if you wanna paintball when we're old enough ;D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;input id="gwProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;!--Session data--&gt;&lt;input onclick="jsCall();" id="jsProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;div id="refHTML"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;input id="gwProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;!--Session data--&gt;&lt;input onclick="jsCall();" id="jsProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;div id="refHTML"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;input id="gwProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;!--Session data--&gt;&lt;input onclick="jsCall();" id="jsProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;div id="refHTML"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;input id="gwProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;!--Session data--&gt;&lt;input onclick="jsCall();" id="jsProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;div id="refHTML"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5627642746644203421-4463829476579549875?l=ephemeral-donuts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ephemeral-donuts.blogspot.com/feeds/4463829476579549875/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ephemeral-donuts.blogspot.com/2009/10/so-like-today-i-was-home-alone-not.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5627642746644203421/posts/default/4463829476579549875'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5627642746644203421/posts/default/4463829476579549875'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ephemeral-donuts.blogspot.com/2009/10/so-like-today-i-was-home-alone-not.html' title=''/><author><name>anhiee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06321421141313405824</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-5627642746644203421.post-8808369005775195608</id><published>2009-10-07T17:51:00.002+11:00</published><updated>2009-10-07T17:59:29.244+11:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;" &gt;So my plan for the holidays was to absolutely hardcore study so i could own all your asses in yearlies, sadly that plan lasted about 3 days.. and now I've reverted to old habits (Mapling that is) I haven't played it since year 7 and that sorta made me fail my half yearlies so it would be a smart move not to play, but yea i ended up playing anyway because a bunch of year 11's are playing atm and they told me to play with them so i did :P. But i think I'm not going too badly in studying, finished science, jap and half of ag, i rkn if starting tomorrow i do a subject a day i'll be good for the yearlies, and i lowered my aim for all subjects so i should be good :D&lt;br /&gt;So yea just thought i'd let you know what i was up to these last few days =/ actually now that i think about it i should probably stop mapling, like now.. cos i'll have the rest of the year to maple after the yearlies... hmm anyway i should be getting back to studying :)&lt;br /&gt;Have a nice dayy :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;input id="gwProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;!--Session data--&gt;&lt;input onclick="jsCall();" id="jsProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;div id="refHTML"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5627642746644203421-8808369005775195608?l=ephemeral-donuts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ephemeral-donuts.blogspot.com/feeds/8808369005775195608/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ephemeral-donuts.blogspot.com/2009/10/so-my-plan-for-holidays-was-to.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5627642746644203421/posts/default/8808369005775195608'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5627642746644203421/posts/default/8808369005775195608'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ephemeral-donuts.blogspot.com/2009/10/so-my-plan-for-holidays-was-to.html' title=''/><author><name>anhiee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06321421141313405824</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-5627642746644203421.post-3749353797474584614</id><published>2009-10-05T14:26:00.002+11:00</published><updated>2009-10-05T14:54:05.103+11:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;" &gt;So its been holidays for a couple days now and i keep waking up at around 6 or 7? That's suchhh a waste of holiday sleeping in time. It's taken me a while to realise, but holidays are dull == and i really should be studying but its always so hard to get started, so far I've done like 14 pages of study notes which is decent but it's  like 2 chapters of science and 3 chapters of jap, and that's like really bad because i'm not keeping up with my hardcore studying schedule i spent half an hour making, and i also lost my science notes for chapters 3,4 and 5, so if anyone has that and can be bothered scanning them can you please please send them to me?&lt;br /&gt;I've also been wasting my time making a list of things i'm gonna do after my yearlies, the first thing on the list was maple.. and that's like mega mega sad, because i don't really have anything else i enjoy doing and thats why i'm asking people to give me suggestions ;D i mean stuff other than sport cos i can think of that myself :L or playing instruments because i can't and i don't have money to pay for lessons. Oh, i also made this other list for things i want to buy this holidays so its like, some sort of lipbalm (i've been using like sorbolene on my lips for the past two weeks cos i lost my lipbalm, and i've been told its bad?), new shoes (a pair for school because they're all ripped on the inside, and one for just going out), camp clothes (mainly shorts, because all the ones i have are sorta dressy and i don't wanna like..rip them on rocks or something) and maybe some new t-shirts (because my old ones are ripping).&lt;br /&gt;yea so that's what i've been up to these past couple days, exciting stuff eh?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;input id="gwProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;!--Session data--&gt;&lt;input onclick="jsCall();" id="jsProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;div id="refHTML"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5627642746644203421-3749353797474584614?l=ephemeral-donuts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ephemeral-donuts.blogspot.com/feeds/3749353797474584614/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ephemeral-donuts.blogspot.com/2009/10/so-its-been-holidays-for-couple-days.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5627642746644203421/posts/default/3749353797474584614'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5627642746644203421/posts/default/3749353797474584614'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ephemeral-donuts.blogspot.com/2009/10/so-its-been-holidays-for-couple-days.html' title=''/><author><name>anhiee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06321421141313405824</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-5627642746644203421.post-4946855690910343154</id><published>2009-10-02T20:14:00.002+10:00</published><updated>2009-10-02T22:55:29.540+10:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Today was a pretty good day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;In period 1 had ag and there were only about 12 people in the class, me, Veronica, Genevieve and Mariel just talked for the lesson and the rest of the class was playing cards with miss. That was a mad lesson. Then walking to english we sorta stopped and hung around with some 9o people, then i was like.. hmm do u guys remember on muck up day when Mr. Kolodjiez saw Koshila mucking around outside throuhg the window? What if he can see us? so we turn around and just then,  Mr.K sticks his head out the window of the english block and calls us in and we were like oh shiet. Surprisingly Mr.K wasn't all pissy today, so that was good. We watched 'Much Ado About Nothing' that was good cos there were all these famous people in it and it made it fun to watch.hahas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;At recess me, Diem and Ashley walked past the people playing handball so we ended up playing as well.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Science was goooood. For me at least, but im pretty sure the rest of the class enjoyed it. At first we were going to watch a  video but then we ended up searching videos on youtube. It was because i was telling people about this video where there's a person walking down an alley and a massive bunch of asians come running down that alley way and see how the person reacts., so i thought i'd show them that, then we ended up searching up funny videos the rest of the lesson.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;In maths, we were just cleaning up the classroom.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;At lunch we went to the canteen again, haven't been there for ages, cept recently cos its been hot. Ashley and Israaq were playing this coin toss game where you're spose to ask a question and then the other person ( the one with the coin) flips it, and the person(one who asks the question) calls heads or tails. If you're right, the answer to the question is yes, if you're wrong then it's no. LOL, epic game.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;In PE Mr.Hughes said that we could have a prac as soon as we were done making sure we'd covered all of the topic and Henry looked like he was gonna piss his pants cos he was so desperate to do prac. We ended up playing with Mr. Wilson's class and we full got owned by them, we were playing frisbee. LOL.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Jap was cool, we watched 'My Neighbour Totoro' that's such a cute movie. The dad was bathing with his children in the bathtub, and that was fine but like he was making all these monstrous faces and everything, so it sorta looked like he wanted to rape them. :L&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Then the bell ranggg and it was the end of school ;D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;OK, so i seriously need a hobby because like i also spent the rest of tonight on the comp doing random stuff. suggestions please?:) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;"Today i discovered the guy that sits next to me in class is actually a girl. Not only is that bad, but we had to write a paper about each other. I used the words "him" and "he" and read it to the whole class.FML"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Today, my friend gave me a piggy back ride&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt; and ran up and down my street with me on his back. I was born with spina bifida and he wanted me to know what running felt like. GMH!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;So sweet.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;input id="gwProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;!--Session data--&gt;&lt;input onclick="jsCall();" id="jsProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;div id="refHTML"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5627642746644203421-4946855690910343154?l=ephemeral-donuts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ephemeral-donuts.blogspot.com/feeds/4946855690910343154/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ephemeral-donuts.blogspot.com/2009/10/today-was-pretty-good-day.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5627642746644203421/posts/default/4946855690910343154'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5627642746644203421/posts/default/4946855690910343154'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ephemeral-donuts.blogspot.com/2009/10/today-was-pretty-good-day.html' title=''/><author><name>anhiee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06321421141313405824</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-5627642746644203421.post-1027195265862246162</id><published>2009-10-01T21:15:00.003+10:00</published><updated>2009-10-01T21:20:48.199+10:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;"Today i got stuck in an elevator. The help- line tells me " don't touch the door. We'll be there soon". Two hours later, I've a headache, my legs are stiff &amp;amp; my date must think i stood her up. The tech finally arrives, pries the door open, then rudely asks " why didn't you do that yourself?" FML&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Like friggin LOL.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;input id="gwProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;!--Session data--&gt;&lt;input onclick="jsCall();" id="jsProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;div id="refHTML"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;input id="gwProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;!--Session data--&gt;&lt;input onclick="jsCall();" id="jsProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;div id="refHTML"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5627642746644203421-1027195265862246162?l=ephemeral-donuts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ephemeral-donuts.blogspot.com/feeds/1027195265862246162/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ephemeral-donuts.blogspot.com/2009/10/today-i-got-stuck-in-elevator.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5627642746644203421/posts/default/1027195265862246162'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5627642746644203421/posts/default/1027195265862246162'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ephemeral-donuts.blogspot.com/2009/10/today-i-got-stuck-in-elevator.html' title=''/><author><name>anhiee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06321421141313405824</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-5627642746644203421.post-495108730966627319</id><published>2009-10-01T20:10:00.003+10:00</published><updated>2009-10-01T20:17:26.263+10:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;" &gt;I was just thinking, the last 2 or 3 hours i was just on the comp reading people's blogs and looking at random things on the net. That's like really depressing, and i don't particularly have anything i like doing, so could u maybe give some suggestions of things i could do instead? besides study that is.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;input id="gwProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;!--Session data--&gt;&lt;input onclick="jsCall();" id="jsProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;div id="refHTML"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;input id="gwProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;!--Session data--&gt;&lt;input onclick="jsCall();" id="jsProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;div id="refHTML"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5627642746644203421-495108730966627319?l=ephemeral-donuts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ephemeral-donuts.blogspot.com/feeds/495108730966627319/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ephemeral-donuts.blogspot.com/2009/10/i-was-just-thinking-last-2-or-3-hours-i.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5627642746644203421/posts/default/495108730966627319'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5627642746644203421/posts/default/495108730966627319'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ephemeral-donuts.blogspot.com/2009/10/i-was-just-thinking-last-2-or-3-hours-i.html' title=''/><author><name>anhiee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06321421141313405824</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-5627642746644203421.post-1209276192161613717</id><published>2009-10-01T17:56:00.003+10:00</published><updated>2009-10-01T19:53:17.810+10:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;" &gt;Hmm, so today was year 12 final assembly, SRC inductions and movie arvo, so that meant we only had period 3, but because the assembly went on for so long and into period 3, we didn't have it :D I was sitting in the 2nd last row with Diem, Ash, Israaq, Anne, Danica etc. and there were these yr 8's behind me that were annoying me. Like, must you comment on EVERYTHING?&lt;br /&gt;At recess my friend gave me a cupcake that was spose to be strawberry flavoured but stank of butter. I was gonna eat it but it sorta scared me, i mean 1) people know that i'm repulsed by butter or anything that smells or tastes like it 2) It was all mushy and warm 3) Like the icing had little pools of butter formed ( i think partly due to the heat) so yea i really didn't want to eat it so i was eating my lunch real slow so it looked like i wasn't trying to not eat it, but i felt bad if i didn't. So when the bell rang, i was asking a bunch of people if they wanted to eat it. First Anne took it, but then had a looked at it and left it on a bench, so i ran back and grabbed it because what happens if they see it? ): Then i asked Genevieve and Grace but they didn't want it either T_T Then Ashley told me to leave it on one of the silver seats because a hungry boarder was bound to eat it. I ended up giving it to Joss but he didn't want it either and he chucked it in the bushes. So i went into the hall and took a seat, but then i was worrying about how obvious the cupcake looked in the bushes so i wanted to go out and get it, so i asked the teacher if i could go out and use the toilet and she said yes while correcting my grammar. i was like&lt;br /&gt;A: Can i go toilets please?&lt;br /&gt;T: no you may not.&lt;br /&gt;A: wha? um why?&lt;br /&gt;T: Are you asking me for permission to go to the toilets?&lt;br /&gt;A: yea.&lt;br /&gt;T: well then it should be "may i go to the toilets please?"&lt;br /&gt;A: haha, right. ( i really didn't care i just wanted to go get the cupcake ): )&lt;br /&gt;so i ran out and made sure no one saw me dig out the cupcake from the bushes and i ran to the bin to chuck it, the one near CR1 cos i'm sure he wouldn't look there. So i was heading back to the hall but then i realised my hands were wet, turns out the butter soaked all the way through the paper, then i walked back up to the toilets and washed my hands and i was pushing the flap thing for soap but there was none left in any of the boxes, so i was sorta just standing there washing my hands for about a minute or two and the butter smell still didn't come off ): yea i felt really bad cos later he asked me how the cupcakes were and i lied.&lt;br /&gt;At lunch me Diem and Ashley went to hand in our camp notes, and Ashley was kneeling on the chair outside the HSIE staffroom and Mr. Kearney walks past and asks if she was ok, cos he thought she was dehydrated from the heat and was trying to pull herself up LOL. how embarrassing. Then went to the canteen to get some TNTs i shared mine with Diem, Simon Banh's treat xD&lt;br /&gt;Jap was cool. We did w/e in the room and some people left to explore. Me and Ashley went to check on the commerce ppl but Miss Pham told us off before we could say hi. Alvin was locked outside the classroom so he tried to climb in the window but couldn't cos he was too big, so i just crawled out to laugh at him.&lt;br /&gt;Pass was alright, some people from digital media came out and were gonna play bball with us. It was too hot to play so i sat in the shade with Diem and Anne, then we decided to play tennis so me, Diem and Veronica went to get racquets. We asked to play with Anthony and Joseph, i think we sorta wrecked their game =/ cos we really sucked. Longest rally we had going was like 3 hits. later we joined Alvin and Nathan, and we sorta ruined their game too, but it was better than the other one.&lt;br /&gt;Then later just sat around with Veronica, Diem, Anne, Avi, Lawrence, Kenny and Nathan until a little before the bell rang.&lt;br /&gt;oh yea, and Mr.Peck was on my train, i was gonna go over and say hi, but i figured he wouldn't care because he doesn't know me.&lt;br /&gt;so yeaa, that was my day&lt;br /&gt;Have a nice dayy :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;input id="gwProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;!--Session data--&gt;&lt;input onclick="jsCall();" id="jsProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;div id="refHTML"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;input id="gwProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;!--Session data--&gt;&lt;input onclick="jsCall();" id="jsProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;div id="refHTML"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5627642746644203421-1209276192161613717?l=ephemeral-donuts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ephemeral-donuts.blogspot.com/feeds/1209276192161613717/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ephemeral-donuts.blogspot.com/2009/10/hmm-so-today-was-year-12-final-assembly.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5627642746644203421/posts/default/1209276192161613717'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5627642746644203421/posts/default/1209276192161613717'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ephemeral-donuts.blogspot.com/2009/10/hmm-so-today-was-year-12-final-assembly.html' title=''/><author><name>anhiee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06321421141313405824</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-5627642746644203421.post-1319368662886250541</id><published>2009-09-29T20:38:00.003+10:00</published><updated>2009-09-29T21:39:42.404+10:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"  &gt;Year 12 muck up day eh?&lt;br /&gt;So today was year 12 muck up day, and it was a pretty mad one. When i got to the school gates in the morning, there were a bunch of year 12's there and they didn't let us in unless we paid a gold coin so i just waited there for a while cos i didn't have any money. Around the time the Livo train got there, some guy was like ok, we'll play a game, its called try to not look like you wet your pants, then the yr 12's started counting down and when they got to one they started chucking their water bombs and everyone was running. Some yr 7 kid got picked up and this yr 12 guy popped it on him, and he's like "aghh, my pants!" LOL so cute. Got to the main quad and there was all this toilet paper over the trees, it looked sorta pretty.&lt;br /&gt;First period was english and Mr.K was all pissy again. Sometime during the lesson yr 12's come in are all like THERE'S BEEN A BOMB SCARE, EVERYONE UNDER YOUR TABLES, NOW. Mr.K was telling them to get out, and so they're like IF YOU HEAR ANY LOUD NOISES, UNDER YOUR TABLES. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;At recess, me and Israaq were in the main quad and we were standing around to see what the yr 12's were doing, and it looked like nothing, then they started walking towards us so we walked away from them and then this horn goes off, and all of them start attacking with waterbombs. It was so madd.&lt;br /&gt;In jap, i was walking towards my table and when i come sit down, Rakshitha turns around to me and was like&lt;br /&gt;R: YOU ALMOST STEPPED ON IT&lt;br /&gt;A: stepped on what? - looks over-&lt;br /&gt;A: ew. ( it was a pad stuck to the floor)&lt;br /&gt;Yea so i was like, someone go chuck it, and they're all like ew no. Then ******'s  like ? and we're telling him to pick it up and he looks so confused cos he doesn't know what it is and all :L&lt;br /&gt;Then Lawrence crawls over and peels it off the ground and brings it back, Ashley wanted the odd spots sheet so i peeled it off the pad for her, but then she didn't like the facts.lol.&lt;br /&gt;Later we told ****** what it was, and what it was used for (not that its a big deal) but he seemed really shocked? and for the rest of the lesson, me, Ashley, Lawrence, Rakshitha and Kat were explaining things to him. Like the difference between a pad and tampon, why the pads "are so big" and then Lawrence starts giving him demonstrations on how tampons are used, took like his worksheet and rolled it up&lt;br /&gt;L: Ok, so this is the hole (the sheet of paper), and this is the tampon (his drink bottle), you insert it in the hole so that it catches any stuff that comes out, and there's a string connected so you can pull it out when you're done.&lt;br /&gt;Lol, sounds like someone uses them himself.&lt;br /&gt;At lunch, Me, Diem, Ashley and stuff go down to watch the game. Mr Wilson Snr is pro. Then the bell rang and we just stayed there cos pretty much noone was going to class yet.After a bit, we decide to get our bags, when we were walking up this yr 10 guy chases Diem with a waterbomb and chucks its at her but it just bounces off her back,hahas. When we got our bags, we just came back down and sat around for a bit til ppl came. When everyone started walking up, we got up and started walking too, then these yr 12's who were playing music came up to us and one of them grabbed Israaq and started dancing on him.LOL. he looked scared.&lt;br /&gt;In ag, Miss Blake gave us biscuits :) and then we went tractor driving &gt;=D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; Veronica went first. I just hung around Anna and Mariel for the rest of the period, they both asked me out to the yr 10 formal  like xDDDDD awesomee.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;The bell rang and i was walking to the station slowly so they wouldn't wanna chuck waterbombs at me, it didn't really matter cos ppl closer to the gate were jst chucking them randomly, one hit me in the face but didn't pop, that hurt like hell. When i got to the gates i was crouching down under people because i didn't wanna get any wetter but they just popped one on my head ):&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.fmylife.com/miscellaneous/5448757" class="fmllink"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.fmylife.com/miscellaneous/5448757" class="fmllink"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;input id="gwProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;!--Session data--&gt;&lt;input onclick="jsCall();" id="jsProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;div id="refHTML"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;input id="gwProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;!--Session data--&gt;&lt;input onclick="jsCall();" id="jsProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;div id="refHTML"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5627642746644203421-1319368662886250541?l=ephemeral-donuts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ephemeral-donuts.blogspot.com/feeds/1319368662886250541/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ephemeral-donuts.blogspot.com/2009/09/d-veronica-went-first.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5627642746644203421/posts/default/1319368662886250541'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5627642746644203421/posts/default/1319368662886250541'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ephemeral-donuts.blogspot.com/2009/09/d-veronica-went-first.html' title=''/><author><name>anhiee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06321421141313405824</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-5627642746644203421.post-8993954709325248762</id><published>2009-09-28T16:56:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2009-09-28T17:30:41.928+10:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>In the morning, i was at the library helping Alvin colour in his geo asg, its so colourful. Then later, Ashley, Aldrich, Alan and Israaq come sit with, for some reason Alan thinks i like Andy.&lt;br /&gt;Today for PE we played tennis, I think I got crapper as we got into the lesson. When i was sitting out Mr Hughes was telling me and Vanessa about how he grew up in the hole-iest area ever, which was like Riverwood or something? Then he told me some white guy asian joke, it was something like this :&lt;br /&gt;How do you know if an asian has been in your house? The cat is gone and your homework is done.&lt;br /&gt;I don't get the cat part.&lt;br /&gt;In pass we played tennis again, we weren't really playing serious, there were like 9 people on the court. It was like me, Holly, Veronica, Anne and Liza vs Genevieve, Khabi, Allen and Alex. Oh yea and while i was walking down to the tennis courts Veronica fell into a hole. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;At lunch me, Diem, Ashley and Israaq went to the library and watched Jen and Julia play chess.&lt;br /&gt;In eng we finished reading Much Ado About Nothing, and we got our essay question for the yearlies. Geo we watched a video.&lt;br /&gt;Not much happened today. Oh but Jamie told me that the year 12's are sleeping at school today.Pwhoaa how maddd eh? we should totally do that when it's our muck up day ^__^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;input id="gwProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;!--Session data--&gt;&lt;input onclick="jsCall();" id="jsProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;div id="refHTML"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5627642746644203421-8993954709325248762?l=ephemeral-donuts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ephemeral-donuts.blogspot.com/feeds/8993954709325248762/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ephemeral-donuts.blogspot.com/2009/09/in-morning-i-was-at-library-helping.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5627642746644203421/posts/default/8993954709325248762'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5627642746644203421/posts/default/8993954709325248762'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ephemeral-donuts.blogspot.com/2009/09/in-morning-i-was-at-library-helping.html' title=''/><author><name>anhiee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06321421141313405824</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-5627642746644203421.post-4413121815134562313</id><published>2009-09-25T21:14:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2009-09-25T22:12:14.909+10:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;OMG. I now have 2 tan lines on the same leg D:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I was trying this thing where i wear different height socks that were ish loose so that i could fade out my really visible sock tan, and now I've made it worse. I sorta made this weird ring looking thing around my leg, so first there's my sock tan which is just above my ankle(that's the darkest one) then there's about 1-2cms of my tanned looking skin, then there's a 2-2.5cm ring/band that's lighter than the tanned skin, but darker than everything below my ankle. Like geeez.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Anyway, on to my day. In the morning, we played that buzzer game for jap. We split into four teams, and zomg our team was like,  me, Ash, Lawrence, Alvin and that pretty much spells out fail, so our team name which was decided by Lawrence was team 'Not Participating'. We managed to score 2 points by the end of the game,which was pretty decent except for the fact that Jen was playing for our team and she got those 2 points, so from the original team, we altogether scored zero.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;In pass we played handball while we were waiting for the teacher to come, she ends up coming sorta late so she says we can just play basketball or handball for this period. I decided to play basketball and it was pretty fun. The teams were azn v non azn, with the exception of Carmen being on the non azn team. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Assembly was really hot, partly because i just played bball and partly because i was sitting in the sun, i think that was what gave me the ring tan too ):&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Maths and english were ok, just did some revision in maths and english was a bludge, i think 9E didn't have a teacher or something and i wanted to go out and join them but cos i already asked the teacher to go toilet that period it might seem sus if i ask to go again. Koshila i think was hanging with them and she told the teacher she was at the toilet, and quite a bit into the lesson the teacher asks where she is. Later Kosh is at the door and sneaks in without the teacher realising and i gave her a thumbs up, then Veronica sees and is like "Oh miss, Koshila's here." LOL. Oh yea, and Yvy put mascara on Kevin to make his eyes look bigger, but he looked pretty much the same to me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;At lunch, i played chess, i haven't played chess in like foreverrrrr except this one time where Nick wanted to verse me in chess that was a crap game. I think he beat me in 5moves? Anyway, it was 3 v 1 (Me, Diem and Ash) v Israaq. This is how the game went down :&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;( Me as "M", Diem as "D", Ash as "A" and Israaq as "I")  &lt; &lt; &lt; Me and Diem aren't in this, but just incase i decide to show another part of the game where we're involved.&lt;br /&gt;A: - moves a pawn forward -&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I: - moves his pawn forward -&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;A: - moves bishop forward for the sake of making it look like we have a tactic -&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I: -moves his bishop forward -&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I: "Check. Oh wait.no. Checkmate."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Omggggg. I didn't even get to touch the chess pieces LOL, so we had a rematch.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Geo was bludge too, we watched some video on something i didn't pay attention i was falling asleep but i tried not to, because i don't like people seeing me when i sleep and if i put my face down on the table it's hard to breathe, so i had like short bursts of shut eye.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Science was also bludge. Just watched a video.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;On the train i sat with Luke and Daniel, and Daniel was singing catchy songs or something? iunno, it was sorta weird. hahas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;So that's pretty much my day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Have a nice dayy :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;input id="gwProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;!--Session data--&gt;&lt;input onclick="jsCall();" id="jsProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;div id="refHTML"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;input id="gwProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;!--Session data--&gt;&lt;input onclick="jsCall();" id="jsProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;div id="refHTML"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;input id="gwProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;!--Session data--&gt;&lt;input onclick="jsCall();" id="jsProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;div id="refHTML"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;input id="gwProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;!--Session 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type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ephemeral-donuts.blogspot.com/feeds/4413121815134562313/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ephemeral-donuts.blogspot.com/2009/09/omg.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5627642746644203421/posts/default/4413121815134562313'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5627642746644203421/posts/default/4413121815134562313'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ephemeral-donuts.blogspot.com/2009/09/omg.html' title=''/><author><name>anhiee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06321421141313405824</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-5627642746644203421.post-6252557096983872376</id><published>2009-09-24T16:50:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2009-09-24T17:41:18.544+10:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Who are you texting?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;No one. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Why aren't you in 'love' with your last ex anymore?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Because i don't have one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Do you think anyone has feelings for you?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm not sure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;How late did you stay up last night and why?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;10 because i haven't been able to sleep at 9 lately&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;What do you currently hear right now?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Dad's drama&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;When was the last time you talked to one of your best friends?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Just today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Who was the first person you talked to today?&lt;br /&gt;Mum&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Have you ever ridden a horse?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yep&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Have you ever cried so much you threw up?&lt;/div&gt;LOL, does that happen?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;What are you looking forward to in the next month?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Nothing really, yearlies are then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Are you anything like you were at this point last year?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I think i'm pretty much the same, i even have the same haircut ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Are you wearing jeans right now?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Nope.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Have you lost contact with someone you wish you didn't?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yea, it's sad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;What's something you do when you're mad?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Alot of things really. I write, yell, ignore people, rant to someone, rip paper :S&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Are you a patient person?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Not really.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Would you rather be mad or sad?&lt;br /&gt;Mad i think.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Do you think you can last in a relationship for 3 months?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yeah most likely.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;When was the last time you cried?&lt;br /&gt;A while ago, like beginning of this year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Closest green object to you?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My cup.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;What is your current mood?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm ok :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;If you could go back in time and change something, would you?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh yea, for sure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Favorite color?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Green.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;What's your favorite smell?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;That Jurlique rosewater, its so niceee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;What are you thinking about right now?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;What i should do with my hair for the wedding on Saturday :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;What should you be doing?&lt;/div&gt;Studying i guess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;What color are your eyes?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Brown.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Is there someone you just can't imagine your life without?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yea, there's quite a few people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Where did you get your last bruise from?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;TKD i think.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Have you ever got a D or F on your report card?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Nah xD &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Were you happy when you woke up today?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I don't think so, i'm usually pissy in the mornings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Do you believe in true love?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sorta yea :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Will your next kiss be a mistake?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Most likely not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;If something was wrong, who is the first boy you would go to?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My bro. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Who is the first girl you would go to?&lt;/div&gt;Either Diem or Ashley, depends who's there and what it's about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Do you prefer to take showers at night or in the morning?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;At night because it helps me sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;How many kids do you want to have?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Two.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Do you know anyone who has gotten an abortion?&lt;br /&gt;Yea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;What would you do if you opened up your front door to a dead body?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I don't know, scream, pass out possibly? I'm a pretty big pussy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Whats a lyric from the song you are listening to?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm not listening to anything atm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Do you trust anyone completely?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yea. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Have you ever taken a chance, and regretted it?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yea.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ever tried to ruin somebody's relationship?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;No and i won't ever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Who has hurt you the most?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm not sure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Are there some songs you can't listen to because they remind you of someone?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Heaps of songs remind me of people but i like listening to them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ever been told by someone that they loved you?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yea, but i don't think family counts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Do you believe that it is best to have a friendship first then love?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yea, that would be better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;If you could have one thing right now what would it be?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I dunno.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Do you care what people think about you?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mmm, depends who it is and my mood.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Would you be surprised if your most recent ex called you tonight?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yes, because i don't have one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Are you counting down for anything?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Nop.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Do you prefer warm or cold weather?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Cold.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Are you wearing a necklace, who got it for you?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;No, i like never wear necklaces.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Have you ever made out in a car?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;no, never made out before either.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Have you ever thrown your cell phone in anger?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I don't have one to throw.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Will you be in a relationship next month?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Highly doubt it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Who was the last person you talked to before you went to bed last night?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I don't remember, my bro i think.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Is there anyone you would do anything for and who?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yea, there are a few actually and i'm not gonna say :) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Have you ever had a friend who had an eating disorder?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yea.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Is there anybody you wish you could be spending time with right now?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yea.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Does the thought of marriage scare you?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Nah.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Are your parents still together?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yeah :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Could you forgive your best friend for hooking up with the guy/girl you liked?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yea, but I'd be heaps cut.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;If you were granted one wish, what would you wish for?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Not gonna say cos It's stupid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Have you seen the person you like today?&lt;br /&gt;Yea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Is there someone of the opposite sex you feel you can trust with everything?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yea i think so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;When was the last time someone said that they love you?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Today.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Would you date your ex right now?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I don't have one to date.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Who do you text most?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I don't have a phone to text people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;HARD QUESTIONS NOW:  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Want any facial piercings?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Nope, i think most people know i hate facial piercings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Do you plan on moving within the next year?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Nop, dad is like in love with our house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Where did your last hug take place?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hmm, at the station.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;When was the last time you had a real smile on your face?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Today, when Jen was accused of being happy because the teacher was leaving.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Is there anyone that hates you right now?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'd like to think not, but most likely yes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;What is something you disliked about today?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Nothing really happened.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Have you ever broken a couple up?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;No and i wouldn't ever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Do you hate the last person you kissed?&lt;br /&gt;Nah, i wouldn't kiss her if i did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Is anyone else in the room with you?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yeah, my bro.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;What time did you wake up today?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;6:00 i assume, cos it was 6:02 when i checked the microwave clock.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Honestly, are things going the way you planned?&lt;br /&gt;Not at all, but it's ok.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Do you have your belly button or tongue pierced?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;No. I don't want them anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Would you rather be called 'baby' or 'honey'?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Honey i guess, but they're both pretty bad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Do you have any gay/bi friends?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yea.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;What was the last thing someone bought for you?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A TNT, thanks Diem.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;input id="gwProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;!--Session data--&gt;&lt;input onclick="jsCall();" id="jsProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;div id="refHTML"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;input id="gwProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;!--Session data--&gt;&lt;input onclick="jsCall();" id="jsProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;div id="refHTML"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;input id="gwProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;!--Session data--&gt;&lt;input onclick="jsCall();" id="jsProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;div id="refHTML"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;input id="gwProxy" 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to school?&lt;br /&gt;A: Yea&lt;br /&gt;L: Dust storm&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And that's when i realised what the orange in the sky was D:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not nearly as cool as the things i thought it was&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"  &gt;, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"  &gt;but it'll do. Before i left my house my dad ran to the shed and got out all these gas masks LOL. So he made me wear one, mum drove me to the station and as soon as i got out of the car i took it off cos it looked funny, and the dust didn't really affect me in anyway. At the station it was still slightly orange/yellow. Daniel came and turns out he has asthma so i gave him my gas mask. On the train the seats were all dusty hahas.&lt;br /&gt;At school, i asked people about the duststorm thing and what they initially thought it was, quite alot of people's ideas were as ridiculous as mine :) Including adults (Ashley's aunt thought it was doom's day LOOOOOL. quote: "Are you ready?" [roughly translated])&lt;br /&gt;In the morning, my pass class was told to go to room 7, so i went there but noone was there so i walked back up to my roll call classroom and then people in my class started walking back down there, then miss said for us to go back to rollcall until the bell rang but i (and the rest of them) just hung around 9N, so i went over and talked to Diem :)&lt;br /&gt;In pass we couldn't do prac because of the weather so we just stayed indoors and and watched the amazing race, and i was bored so i ate my lunch and Anne called me a food addict D:&lt;br /&gt;At recess i just did some science notes.&lt;br /&gt;Science was a bludge, i was falling asleep then waking up again and again because i don't like people seeing me sleeping but if i put my face down on the table i can't breathe well. At lunch, me, Diem, Ashley and Israaq went up to the library and sat behind the bookshelves but then the librarian comes over and tells us to move somewhere else cos we're not spose to be there.&lt;br /&gt;Sport was cancelled today, so instead of going netball we ended up stuck in a classroom. Veronica really wanted to go outside ): but we ended up watching 'The Island' and it was goood :) The people were relatively quiet, because most of the time when i'm watching a movie with a class, they're always talking and it's annoying. There was this part in the movie where some guy gets shot, and pretty much all the girls to my left (at least i assume it was) we're like :OOOOOOOOOOOOOO and i was like o_O LOL. Like, have you never a movie where someone dies? and could you not see that coming? hahas.&lt;br /&gt;At the station i went over to hug Diem and stuff, then i came to hug Ashley and i almost pushed her off the station. sorry.&lt;br /&gt;Leonard was at the station today, he's like going to the city to do something. On the train Amy was doing her 40 hr famine thing and Leonard was like (something along the lines of)&lt;br /&gt;L: Why can't they just do 10hrs of everything?&lt;br /&gt;Me/Mon: Because then it'd be too easy&lt;br /&gt;L: How? They'd be giving up everything&lt;br /&gt;Me/Mon: Well, they could just arrange it so it's easy for them, like 10hrs of no furniture from the time they wake up, then 10hrs of no food when they're sleeping, 10hrs no tech when they wake up and during school etc.&lt;br /&gt;L: - silent-&lt;br /&gt;Me: That's right Clement!&lt;br /&gt;Other people on the train carriage start laughing and it takes me about 5ish seconds before i realise what was wrong. I said the wrong name TT__TT i was so close to owning ): then after that, for some reason i was all giggly. I'm like never giggly, well at least not often, and Monica was trying to tell me something but i kept laughing ontop of her. sorry.&lt;br /&gt;Yea, so then i just talk to Daniel, Stephen and Leonard till the nxt stop.&lt;br /&gt;So that's my uber awesome duststorm day.&lt;br /&gt;Have a nice dayy :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;input id="gwProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;!--Session data--&gt;&lt;input onclick="jsCall();" id="jsProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;input id="gwProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;!--Session data--&gt;&lt;input onclick="jsCall();" id="jsProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;input id="gwProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;!--Session data--&gt;&lt;input onclick="jsCall();" id="jsProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;input id="gwProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;!--Session data--&gt;&lt;input onclick="jsCall();" id="jsProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;input id="gwProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;!--Session data--&gt;&lt;input onclick="jsCall();" id="jsProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;input id="gwProxy" 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eh?'/><author><name>anhiee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06321421141313405824</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-5627642746644203421.post-2897682865587402973</id><published>2009-09-23T07:11:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2009-09-23T20:35:00.115+10:00</updated><title type='text'>PWHOAAAA the sky's like..orange</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"  &gt;For those of you who woke up before like..6:30ish -7 this morning,the sky was like a really deep orange colour yea?&lt;br /&gt;So, like normally when i wake up i looked outside my window to look at the sky cos usually i can tell if i've woken up at the right time depending on the darkness of the sky. This morning i pulled back my curtains and it was like this really deep orange colour and i was like whoooooa crap!so i ran out of bed to get my camera and recorded it, and cos like it might just seem like its my camera lense or something that's giving the sky an orange tint, i also recorded things in my house, like my box of cereal to show that the colour were in fact normal.&lt;br /&gt;Yea, then i went and brushed my teeth and everything, till about like 7? i get a phone call from Ashley and she's like(something along the lines of)&lt;br /&gt;A: ANH, are you coming to school today?&lt;br /&gt;Me: hmm,yea?&lt;br /&gt;A: have you seen the sky?&lt;br /&gt;Me: Oh, yea it's like really orange yea?&lt;br /&gt;A: I knowww.My mum said it was because of gas or something&lt;br /&gt;Me: REALLY?&lt;br /&gt;A: Like people in the city can't&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; breathe!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then after like a minute of talking&lt;br /&gt;A: Oh wait. It's not gas.SORRY. I'm coming to school&lt;br /&gt;ME: Oh ok&lt;br /&gt;A: bye&lt;br /&gt;LOOOOOOL @ Ashley&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;input id="gwProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;!--Session data--&gt;&lt;input onclick="jsCall();" id="jsProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;div id="refHTML"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;input id="gwProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;!--Session data--&gt;&lt;input onclick="jsCall();" id="jsProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;div id="refHTML"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;input id="gwProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;!--Session data--&gt;&lt;input onclick="jsCall();" id="jsProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;div id="refHTML"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;input id="gwProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;!--Session data--&gt;&lt;input onclick="jsCall();" id="jsProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;div id="refHTML"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5627642746644203421-2897682865587402973?l=ephemeral-donuts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ephemeral-donuts.blogspot.com/feeds/2897682865587402973/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ephemeral-donuts.blogspot.com/2009/09/pwhoaaaa-skys-likeorange.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5627642746644203421/posts/default/2897682865587402973'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5627642746644203421/posts/default/2897682865587402973'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ephemeral-donuts.blogspot.com/2009/09/pwhoaaaa-skys-likeorange.html' title='PWHOAAAA the sky&apos;s like..orange'/><author><name>anhiee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06321421141313405824</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-5627642746644203421.post-3757335109028158878</id><published>2009-09-22T17:13:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2009-09-22T19:04:01.619+10:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"  &gt;Today i got to miss out on period 1 -4 cos i was helping out for public speaking.suck shit 9R ;D jks. u guys r cool :)&lt;br /&gt;So, when the bell rang i went to the english cottage and waited for Ms. Keegan to give me stuff to do. When she came out she said we all looked lovely ;D and told me, Diem and Ashley to get morning tea from the canteen. I was all excited and stuff cos  1. i got to miss out on class till lunch and 2. i would get to eat free cakes and pies (whatever was left after the public speaker people) so i got to the canteen and asked for the public speaking food and the lady brings out a box of cofee and tea, a mini jug of milk and 20 biscuit things, and i'm jst standing there waiting  till i realise that's all DD:  like bro,are you for serious? thats so little, i don't think it's even enough for the public speaker people to eat.&lt;br /&gt;Surprisingly i enjoyed listening to most of the speakers, because public speaking for me, is really really eughhk. i just don't like it at all ): although i had trouble staying awake cos the room was rly stuffy and warm. Monica's speech was really goood :) yea after her speech, Ms. Keegan came up to me and Carissa and told us to get the rest of the food. I was like there's more food?&lt;br /&gt;her: yea, there's cakes and hot food&lt;br /&gt;me: :OOOOOO&lt;br /&gt;So i'm like power walking to the canteen, then the canteen lady gave me the cakes and told me to try not to lick them, like i would lick them, that's so unhygienic DD: plus they looked like the fake food you buy to put on your dinner table for decoration. I didn't end up eating the cakes, i had like a bite of this berry tart thing till i got a massive stomach ache, whatta waste ): oh and i ate two biscuit things even when i had a stomachache, cos they looked nice to eat :) Oh yea, and there was this gross guy, like put meatballs in his pants pocket, i think he was saving it for later.. how terrible ):&lt;br /&gt;I just realised that this is sorta lengthy so i'll just do dot points for the rest of the day, ( i don't know how to make dots btw, so i'll use dashes)&lt;br /&gt;- Hallie was running around in the library at some point, how cute ^^&lt;br /&gt;- Lunch, sat around the donut feeling really hot ): then later went up to the library&lt;br /&gt;- In pass we played a modified version of Moonball, sorry i wasn't really trying&lt;br /&gt;- Maths, had a sub and just did catch up work&lt;br /&gt;So, that's pretty much my day, oh and my dad was at home today so he drove me home from the station, take that stalker!&lt;br /&gt;Have a nice 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style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Helloooo, so this is my first blog EVER so excuse my noob-eyness :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is a story of what happened on my way home today from school.&lt;br /&gt;Okay, so i'm walking home and this guy on his bike just rides past infront of me, stops and says hi&lt;br /&gt;From here, he'll be known "B" and me as "M"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;" &gt;B: Hellooo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;M: Hi&lt;br /&gt;B: What's your name?&lt;br /&gt;M: -a little creeped out-&lt;br /&gt;M: Lisa&lt;br /&gt;B: Hi lisa, my name's ...(i forgot his name)&lt;br /&gt;M: Hah..cool&lt;br /&gt;B: So where you going?&lt;br /&gt;M: Home.&lt;br /&gt;B: Where do you live?&lt;br /&gt;M: Not around here (i'm lying)&lt;br /&gt;B: Soo, do you have a boyfriend?&lt;br /&gt;M: No.&lt;br /&gt;B: Do you want one?&lt;br /&gt;M: Not particularly(getting more creeped out)&lt;br /&gt;B: Will you be my girlfriend?&lt;br /&gt;M: No.&lt;br /&gt;B: Ok, so do you live on this street?&lt;br /&gt;M: (On my street) No.&lt;br /&gt;B: Well where do you live?&lt;br /&gt;M: Not around here.&lt;br /&gt;B: Ok, do you come home around this time?&lt;br /&gt;M: Not usually(lying again)&lt;br /&gt;B: Hm, then what time can i see you?&lt;br /&gt;M: ( In my head: NEVER YOU CREEP) umm, i'm not sure, depends what day it is&lt;br /&gt;B: How bout tomorrow?&lt;br /&gt;M: Probably not.&lt;br /&gt;B: Hm, then the day after?&lt;br /&gt;M: Maybe&lt;br /&gt;B: Can you be my girlfriend?&lt;br /&gt;M: Umm,no.sorry.&lt;br /&gt;B: Will you think about it?&lt;br /&gt;M: yea (LYING TT_TT)&lt;br /&gt;B: Can you decide now?&lt;br /&gt;M: No.&lt;br /&gt;B: Ok, can i have a hug?&lt;br /&gt;M: No.Sorry.&lt;br /&gt;( So at this point we're already at my house)&lt;br /&gt;B: Is this your house?&lt;br /&gt;M: No.(it is D:)&lt;br /&gt;B: Well do you live near here?&lt;br /&gt;M: No, still gotta walk another 10minutes&lt;br /&gt;B: Well can i come?&lt;br /&gt;M: Nah, you should go home :) (freaking giving him a death stare, as in GO AWAY)&lt;br /&gt;So i pretend my house is on the other street and walk down there until he rides away so i can sneak back to my house. Like freaking..can you take a hint much?? T_T . Wasted me like 5mins of home time DD:&lt;br /&gt;Now i have to find a new way home so that he can't talk to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, there's my first blog, i hope you like it :D&lt;br /&gt;Have a nice dayy :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;input id="gwProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;!--Session data--&gt;&lt;input onclick="jsCall();" id="jsProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;div id="refHTML"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5627642746644203421-4177877971224904963?l=ephemeral-donuts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ephemeral-donuts.blogspot.com/feeds/4177877971224904963/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ephemeral-donuts.blogspot.com/2009/09/random-guys-on-bikes-are-scary.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5627642746644203421/posts/default/4177877971224904963'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5627642746644203421/posts/default/4177877971224904963'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ephemeral-donuts.blogspot.com/2009/09/random-guys-on-bikes-are-scary.html' title='Random guys on bikes are scary'/><author><name>anhiee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06321421141313405824</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></feed>
