<?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-3342907346193194027</id><updated>2011-09-21T17:01:26.236+10:00</updated><category term='gina'/><category term='capitol'/><category term='olivia'/><category term='the dude in &quot;this is sex&quot; post'/><category term='mitchell'/><category term='blog'/><category term='answer'/><category term='ddr.'/><category term='City'/><category term='mcdonalds'/><category term='crazy woman'/><title type='text'>HTTP Error: 404</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://roaslien.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3342907346193194027/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://roaslien.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Rozie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13700133501041156486</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jNtJSkKd3ak/SmazX0GMeYI/AAAAAAAAAHc/9Ci5tCeOqBA/S220/5333_226820975116_749085116_7684305_5704508_n.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>95</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3342907346193194027.post-6035366289474173937</id><published>2010-01-06T21:11:00.002+11:00</published><updated>2010-01-06T21:38:03.780+11:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jNtJSkKd3ak/S0Rn9pR7HTI/AAAAAAAAAH8/RsGLCn8EQnQ/s1600-h/Photo+108.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jNtJSkKd3ak/S0Rn9pR7HTI/AAAAAAAAAH8/RsGLCn8EQnQ/s400/Photo+108.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5423574160011631922" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's the 6th of January, 2010, and I like where I am right now. There's no place I'd rather be then here. I'm a mere sixteen years young, but being away from my family and friends has made me open up my eyes to the world outside my own. I'm currently at Port Macquarie, I leave in 4.5 days and as the numbers get lower, the more I want to cry. Spending time with the person I love is all I want to do right now. I thought that being away from my 'life' would make me open my eyes up to what I really want, and now I know it's Adam.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So what do you do when the love of your life lives 500kms away from you? I don't know. I still don't know how I'm going to work things out with him. We're not even together but it feels like I should be with him forever. It's not necessarily a feeling, more of a need. Taking walks on the beach every afternoon and saving stingrays from death is better then walking across the road from my house to the 'park' where the grass has actually died, and attempted to grow again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I spent New Years with Adam, it was good. It was also the day I had my first argument with him. But one thing I realise, is that he is a genuine guy. I've had to make time for him and travel up to Port Macquarie, so I could be with him for two weeks, and it's the best thing I've done for myself my whole life. I think that if I didn't, I would have found myself with another temporary lover, and would hurt myself again, and in the end I would end up loving Adam, as I always have.&lt;br /&gt;I feel like I'm myself around him. I am myself around him. He is a part of me, and I am a part of him (hope so, if not i'll chop his nuts off, -giggle-).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know what to call this post, I'll leave it blank. I think I'll be spending a lot more time at Port when I can. This is my last year of school and then there's University after this. Hopefully I'll have a better job then McDonald's and have saved up enough money to buy myself a car and have my P's so I can drive myself here. 7 hours is a long time by train.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It seems like every new post is about a new boy. I guess they've all been diversions and this is the real thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love you Adam.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3342907346193194027-6035366289474173937?l=roaslien.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://roaslien.blogspot.com/feeds/6035366289474173937/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://roaslien.blogspot.com/2010/01/its-6th-of-january-2010-and-i-like.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3342907346193194027/posts/default/6035366289474173937'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3342907346193194027/posts/default/6035366289474173937'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://roaslien.blogspot.com/2010/01/its-6th-of-january-2010-and-i-like.html' title=''/><author><name>Rozie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13700133501041156486</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jNtJSkKd3ak/SmazX0GMeYI/AAAAAAAAAHc/9Ci5tCeOqBA/S220/5333_226820975116_749085116_7684305_5704508_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jNtJSkKd3ak/S0Rn9pR7HTI/AAAAAAAAAH8/RsGLCn8EQnQ/s72-c/Photo+108.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3342907346193194027.post-519813844146344509</id><published>2009-09-06T14:16:00.002+10:00</published><updated>2009-09-06T14:20:30.975+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Regurgitation</title><content type='html'>Today I vomited at work. It wasn't a pretty sight and I found chunks of food I had never thought I ate. I didn't look like my lunch, or last night's midnight snack. It was awkward. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Things I ate/drank yesterday:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- 1 x Deluxe Brekkie Roll&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- 2 x Hash Brown&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- 1 x Large Orange Juice&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Things I ate/drank today so far:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- 1 x 10 McNuggets [S&amp;amp;S Sauce]&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- 1 x Fillet O Fish Burger&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- 1 x McChicken [steamed bun]&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- 1 x Small Coke&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- 1 x XL White Hot Chocolate&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- 2 x Water&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3342907346193194027-519813844146344509?l=roaslien.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://roaslien.blogspot.com/feeds/519813844146344509/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://roaslien.blogspot.com/2009/09/regurgitation.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3342907346193194027/posts/default/519813844146344509'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3342907346193194027/posts/default/519813844146344509'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://roaslien.blogspot.com/2009/09/regurgitation.html' title='Regurgitation'/><author><name>Rozie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13700133501041156486</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jNtJSkKd3ak/SmazX0GMeYI/AAAAAAAAAHc/9Ci5tCeOqBA/S220/5333_226820975116_749085116_7684305_5704508_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3342907346193194027.post-6397582891982275450</id><published>2009-09-02T18:46:00.002+10:00</published><updated>2009-09-02T18:49:43.124+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Business</title><content type='html'>Today was interesting. I got my SORII assignment back and got 25/50. That's a pass baby :D Also I had a maths test and I tried to cheat by writing all the answers on my hand at recess, and the period before the test [period 3] my hands were sweaty because I was scared of period 4 and I smudged 3/4 of the answers out. Also in chemistry I managed to fuck up my page because I wanted to get high by sniffing out my liquid paper, and i accidentally tipped it over without realising and there was spilled liquid paper on my page and my mechanical pencil, and then I was like going psycho and yeah. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I really need to poo :3 &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Bye for now :) x&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3342907346193194027-6397582891982275450?l=roaslien.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://roaslien.blogspot.com/feeds/6397582891982275450/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://roaslien.blogspot.com/2009/09/business.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3342907346193194027/posts/default/6397582891982275450'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3342907346193194027/posts/default/6397582891982275450'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://roaslien.blogspot.com/2009/09/business.html' title='Business'/><author><name>Rozie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13700133501041156486</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jNtJSkKd3ak/SmazX0GMeYI/AAAAAAAAAHc/9Ci5tCeOqBA/S220/5333_226820975116_749085116_7684305_5704508_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3342907346193194027.post-1554293606498901992</id><published>2009-07-22T16:38:00.003+10:00</published><updated>2009-07-22T16:49:37.633+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Good morning america.</title><content type='html'>It's 4.38pm and have woken up half an hour ago. I had crunchy nut clusters for breakfast with milk that was due to expire. Rather interesting. I've decided to put of SOR until tomorrow, knowing fully that I most probably won't be able to get it done this holidays, nor look at Chemistry assignment which is just bleh. I woke up wondering if the bank will still be open at 5. Most probably not.  [NTS. deposit $250 by friday] I also decided to turn my DS on and attempt to play pokemon again to catch the uncatchable legendaries because I have no master ball and every other single damn ball doesn't want to catch the bitch. So, I decided to turn on the laptop, in hope that my love will be online, to my dismay, wasn't. Sleeping perhaps. Not to mention that I got to sleep at 6am, getting carried away watching furry animals that were undoubtebly cute. And maybe a little Restaurant City. Facebook at 6am is quite dead. One post per hour, or 3/4 of an hour is considered 'busy' at that time. I will attempt to make at least $250 this week so I can get at least $900 for a new phone. It occured to me that I have 11 weeks of year 11. 11/11. Nice. I will pass all subjects but chemistry. That is what my mind says. But I will prove it wrong. Happy thoughts. Think happy thoughts. Looking at this post I can't believe I've rambled on about so much. I remember the days where I could just type and type and not know what I was typing, or the extent to that I was typing. But I was typing. By 2010 I plan to get my typing speed to 100WPM+ to which at one stage of my life I was at 97wPM, but I seemed to have gotten lazy and so has my fingers. So yeah, it makes sense. In my mind. In the ten seconds I have paused to look at this post, and stare at the many unnecessary characters, I smell chinese candle sticks, and it irritates my nose and it is giving me a headache. I don't really look forward to spring since hayfever will have its toll. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Another long, unnecessary post from a bored person.  *sniffles*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3342907346193194027-1554293606498901992?l=roaslien.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://roaslien.blogspot.com/feeds/1554293606498901992/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://roaslien.blogspot.com/2009/07/good-morning-america.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3342907346193194027/posts/default/1554293606498901992'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3342907346193194027/posts/default/1554293606498901992'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://roaslien.blogspot.com/2009/07/good-morning-america.html' title='Good morning america.'/><author><name>Rozie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13700133501041156486</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jNtJSkKd3ak/SmazX0GMeYI/AAAAAAAAAHc/9Ci5tCeOqBA/S220/5333_226820975116_749085116_7684305_5704508_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3342907346193194027.post-1966519212658188316</id><published>2009-06-28T13:39:00.002+10:00</published><updated>2009-06-28T13:44:09.466+10:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>fuck me I should have started english earlier. -.- anyway, my hyphen/underscore key has fallen off and I've put it back on, it's stayed and it doesn't press properly unless i bash it. ==" &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;anyway, i plan on developing my thesis out of a quote from Erik Erikson. Quite a skillful mind he has.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: -webkit-sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 19px; "&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0.4em; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0.5em; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0.4em; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0.5em; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt;The identity is "a subjective sense as well as an observable quality of personal sameness and continuity, paired with some belief in the sameness and continuity of some shared world image. As a quality of unself-conscious living, this can be gloriously obvious in a young person who has found himself as he has found his communality. In him we see emerge a unique unification of what is irreversibly given--that is, body type and temperament, giftedness and vulnerability, infantile models and acquired ideals--with the open choices provided in available roles, occupational possibilities, values offered, mentors met, friendships made, and first sexual encounters." (Erikson, 1970.)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0.4em; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0.5em; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div&gt;yeah that, I don't know. Do you think i'm screwed? I do. SCREWEDejtoajteoarewqojrqwojrqrjakrlakerjoaijraoa&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;poo.popopopopopooopoopooopooopoopo0o0opop0opoopraerjlerjjqlknr5q3n4r3qrjaehrjfna&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;rage.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;raaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaage&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;shoot me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3342907346193194027-1966519212658188316?l=roaslien.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://roaslien.blogspot.com/feeds/1966519212658188316/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://roaslien.blogspot.com/2009/06/fuck-me-i-should-have-started-english.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3342907346193194027/posts/default/1966519212658188316'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3342907346193194027/posts/default/1966519212658188316'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://roaslien.blogspot.com/2009/06/fuck-me-i-should-have-started-english.html' title=''/><author><name>Rozie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13700133501041156486</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jNtJSkKd3ak/SmazX0GMeYI/AAAAAAAAAHc/9Ci5tCeOqBA/S220/5333_226820975116_749085116_7684305_5704508_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3342907346193194027.post-5002407564962965845</id><published>2009-06-25T21:23:00.002+10:00</published><updated>2009-06-25T21:33:21.448+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Balls of Steel</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jNtJSkKd3ak/SkNezi4C_UI/AAAAAAAAAHU/-940jatk3VA/s1600-h/What_have_I_done__new_version_by_emzofc.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jNtJSkKd3ak/SkNezi4C_UI/AAAAAAAAAHU/-940jatk3VA/s400/What_have_I_done__new_version_by_emzofc.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351225021874502978" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Good evening fellow citizens.  I think the spelling of citizens is incorrect but it will have to do for now.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It has been quite a long time since I have blogged but upon request by Michael Potter I shall start blogging again. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It appears the blood looks fake (referring to pic at right)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;...needs moar blood.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Somehow this picture reminds me of Twilight and I hate that shitty film. Sure it's hardcore and all but why the fuck do you sparkle in the light if you're a vampire. Yes, anyway it can stick a spade up its asshole, today I watched transformers! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;(8) ROBOTS IN DISGUISE.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Apparently the above quote is real. The Autobots were in disguise along with the decepticons for about 1000+ years and yes, they were 'real' well.. in the movie anyway. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;'ladiesman217' saved the day yet again and he told the hottest chick on the planet -cough megan fox- that he loves her. How reassuring. Although I was watching Sunrise and I think she went on about how soft his lips were in a random interview. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;MOVING ON. Today is Mitchell's birthday! I am in love with a pedo. I worked out today that Mitchell is 344 days older than me. Thus making him a pedo.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Happy birthday to you. Happy birthday to you. Happy birthday to poopoomitchellsteenthatilovesomuch.. Happy birthday to you!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Um, what else. I left my phone at home today.. first time ever. fucking BITCHEZ.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;sadface.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3342907346193194027-5002407564962965845?l=roaslien.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://roaslien.blogspot.com/feeds/5002407564962965845/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://roaslien.blogspot.com/2009/06/balls-of-steel.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3342907346193194027/posts/default/5002407564962965845'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3342907346193194027/posts/default/5002407564962965845'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://roaslien.blogspot.com/2009/06/balls-of-steel.html' title='Balls of Steel'/><author><name>Rozie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13700133501041156486</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jNtJSkKd3ak/SmazX0GMeYI/AAAAAAAAAHc/9Ci5tCeOqBA/S220/5333_226820975116_749085116_7684305_5704508_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jNtJSkKd3ak/SkNezi4C_UI/AAAAAAAAAHU/-940jatk3VA/s72-c/What_have_I_done__new_version_by_emzofc.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3342907346193194027.post-1921907797776343337</id><published>2009-04-03T20:41:00.001+11:00</published><updated>2009-04-03T20:41:47.248+11:00</updated><title type='text'>Lost and found.</title><content type='html'>I found my livejournal and wordpress accounts.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;LOL.......&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3342907346193194027-1921907797776343337?l=roaslien.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://roaslien.blogspot.com/feeds/1921907797776343337/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://roaslien.blogspot.com/2009/04/lost-and-found.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3342907346193194027/posts/default/1921907797776343337'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3342907346193194027/posts/default/1921907797776343337'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://roaslien.blogspot.com/2009/04/lost-and-found.html' title='Lost and found.'/><author><name>Rozie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13700133501041156486</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jNtJSkKd3ak/SmazX0GMeYI/AAAAAAAAAHc/9Ci5tCeOqBA/S220/5333_226820975116_749085116_7684305_5704508_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3342907346193194027.post-2364431600541673774</id><published>2009-04-03T20:26:00.002+11:00</published><updated>2009-04-03T20:40:20.097+11:00</updated><title type='text'>Alternatives.</title><content type='html'>Honest to God, I don't know where I'll be in a couple of years. I don't really know what I want to do after school, although I had my mind set on becoming a full time orchestra player. But that will take time, and lots and lots of effort. I want to be able to surpass my own parents. Dad really never went to college, he's illiterate and it's hilarious when he tells me off with fragmented english. But I got that fragmentation from him. I can't complete sentences without stopping at one syllable, and repeating it a couple of times, before processing enough to complete it. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Stuttered, and slurred speech, is how I talk. I hate it when I put two words together and try to place it in the one sentence. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It makes me look.. incapable?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3342907346193194027-2364431600541673774?l=roaslien.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://roaslien.blogspot.com/feeds/2364431600541673774/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://roaslien.blogspot.com/2009/04/alternatives.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3342907346193194027/posts/default/2364431600541673774'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3342907346193194027/posts/default/2364431600541673774'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://roaslien.blogspot.com/2009/04/alternatives.html' title='Alternatives.'/><author><name>Rozie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13700133501041156486</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jNtJSkKd3ak/SmazX0GMeYI/AAAAAAAAAHc/9Ci5tCeOqBA/S220/5333_226820975116_749085116_7684305_5704508_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3342907346193194027.post-37539401703279996</id><published>2009-03-31T19:15:00.003+11:00</published><updated>2009-03-31T19:24:06.033+11:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blog'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='answer'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mitchell'/><title type='text'>Situations.</title><content type='html'>So today, Mitchell asked me why make a blog if I didn't want people like him to read it.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It all comes down to the unknown. I say things that don't really make sense, and do things that people don't really do. I think I get uncomfortable when I know that people are reading my blog and tell me straight out, because it's just odd. But when it comes along in everyday conversation, like:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Me: "Friday was awesome!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Someone: "Yeah I know, I read it on your blog. :)"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Conversation like that flows. But I feel uneasy when conversation changes and it gets awkward because I get questioned about particular things about my blog. I guess my first line of defense is to defend. Therefore I either come up with some lame excuse, or I don't say anything at all. Because I can't conjure up any other excuse. But when I really think about it, maybe I do want people to read my blog. Deep down I yearn for them to understand how I feel. And how I am on a daily basis; my analysis of the present.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3342907346193194027-37539401703279996?l=roaslien.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://roaslien.blogspot.com/feeds/37539401703279996/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://roaslien.blogspot.com/2009/03/situations.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3342907346193194027/posts/default/37539401703279996'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3342907346193194027/posts/default/37539401703279996'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://roaslien.blogspot.com/2009/03/situations.html' title='Situations.'/><author><name>Rozie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13700133501041156486</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jNtJSkKd3ak/SmazX0GMeYI/AAAAAAAAAHc/9Ci5tCeOqBA/S220/5333_226820975116_749085116_7684305_5704508_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3342907346193194027.post-1870090961279477179</id><published>2009-03-30T22:33:00.001+11:00</published><updated>2009-03-30T22:35:38.966+11:00</updated><title type='text'>Bang, bang.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  white-space: pre; font-family:Arial;font-size:10px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 10px; "&gt;&lt;object width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/JTqX_Wz_-L4&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/JTqX_Wz_-L4&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  white-space: pre;font-family:Arial;font-size:10px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  white-space: pre;font-family:Arial;font-size:10px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  white-space: pre;font-family:Arial;font-size:10px;"&gt;They're so cute.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3342907346193194027-1870090961279477179?l=roaslien.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://roaslien.blogspot.com/feeds/1870090961279477179/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://roaslien.blogspot.com/2009/03/bang-bang.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3342907346193194027/posts/default/1870090961279477179'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3342907346193194027/posts/default/1870090961279477179'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://roaslien.blogspot.com/2009/03/bang-bang.html' title='Bang, bang.'/><author><name>Rozie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13700133501041156486</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jNtJSkKd3ak/SmazX0GMeYI/AAAAAAAAAHc/9Ci5tCeOqBA/S220/5333_226820975116_749085116_7684305_5704508_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3342907346193194027.post-6681597445823029939</id><published>2009-03-29T11:10:00.009+11:00</published><updated>2009-03-29T11:44:58.658+11:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='olivia'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='crazy woman'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='City'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='gina'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ddr.'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='capitol'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mcdonalds'/><title type='text'>Fryday's recap, on a Sundae.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I feel nostalgic about Friday, and it's only been two days ago, merely. But I guess it's a day that will linger in my head, an awesome day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-family:'Times New Roman';"&gt;&lt;div style="border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 3px; padding-right: 3px; padding-bottom: 3px; padding-left: 3px; width: auto; font: normal normal normal 100%/normal Georgia, serif; text-align: left; "&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It all started the night before, thursday. I had work and before that I went shopping with Olivia and bought a spongebob bag, then I went to work, left it under the counter and went home with it still being under the counter. Coming out of Jake's sisters car thinking 'FUCKKKKKKKKKKK' in my head. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre; "&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Went back to McDonalds the next morning to find Olivia and my spongebob bag. Put all my shit in there and walked to the station, having a cool, calm, collective chat to Olivia about my old school in which we passed. Got to the station and went to pay for my train ticket. Shat my pants at the pricing, and had a sad realisation that everything's double priced cause of peak hour. -.-' Olivia happily whipped out her coins and the machine spat them out saying it only accepted 10. She wanted to pay with 5c &amp;amp; 10c coins. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre; "&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Walked down the steps and found a key, walked back up and gave it to some railway guy, his words amused me because I realised he didn't give a fuck about the key, nor what I said. So I went down to the platform and waited for the train with Olivia. Got on the train and it was packed. PACKED. Thought I saw Vivian and Nhuy get on the train at Cabramatta station, texted Vivian and she told me thats not her, but her evil twin! LOL....  'Vivian' turned around and turns out it wasn't her at all. Some caucasian girl with the same permed hair. Same hair color. Amazing eh?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre; "&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Got to the city, walked to world square and called gina. Met up with her and her mum [her mum's a cutie :]   , her mum left, we went McDonalds to get some breakfast. WE GOT A FREE COKE.. cause the lady was a douche. A blind douche. :) That was the first high of our day. But then.... a hobo lady walked up to our table..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Are you going to buy me breakfast?''&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;''Sorry I don't have any more money..''&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"I knew you were going to say no. I hope you asians all die. Get your heads chopped off by gladiator swords like Russell Crowe.'' &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It was worser than that but i'd rather not talk about it. Something that us 3 will only know the full story and scaryness of.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So that was the first down of our day. BUT. Then we went to Market City and Olivia found her blue mushroom and I found my Death Note watch. I bought one. So did Gina. We are soul sisters.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre; "&gt; &lt;/span&gt;THENNNN.. we met up with Olivia's boyfriend. Went to Galaxy world. Played DDR. Played Tekken.. damn where's that photo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;[Note to self: Get photo]&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway I owned gina in tekken, she owned me in DDR. :(   Then we went to get caps! CAPSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS......... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jNtJSkKd3ak/Sc7BgMR04QI/AAAAAAAAAGU/_l9LHEz43JY/s1600-h/i+see3.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 139px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jNtJSkKd3ak/Sc7BgMR04QI/AAAAAAAAAGU/_l9LHEz43JY/s400/i+see3.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318400968767103234" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I have the same pose twice. LOL... fail timing.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then we went walking to Kinokuniya.  I WANTED THAT SHAUN THE SHEEP WALLET. It was madddd..  ;[ Saw some sign that failed.  Japaness? LOL...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jNtJSkKd3ak/Sc7Dg89AygI/AAAAAAAAAG0/NVMS0uTPATY/s1600-h/Image204.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jNtJSkKd3ak/Sc7Dg89AygI/AAAAAAAAAG0/NVMS0uTPATY/s400/Image204.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318403180856396290" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I BOUGHT MY YAOI.. Yayayayyayayayay! Gina went and payed, and Olivia, Alex and I went to find the sex section. Fancy that. LOL...... FUNNIEST BOOKS. &lt;3&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;[Note to self: Get other photo]&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then, as far as I can remember we went window shopping for other things. Gina had to go home, and Olivia and I went around. Olivia saw some horny store opposite World Square so I took a photo ;)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jNtJSkKd3ak/Sc7EZFXE11I/AAAAAAAAAHE/0clFkYlFIw8/s1600-h/Image205.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jNtJSkKd3ak/Sc7EZFXE11I/AAAAAAAAAHE/0clFkYlFIw8/s400/Image205.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318404145185871698" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;Also, we saw some protest outside the Australian Labour Party place.. it was awkward. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jNtJSkKd3ak/Sc7DKlGDm_I/AAAAAAAAAGs/gI2qXCIVOXU/s1600-h/Image207.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jNtJSkKd3ak/Sc7DKlGDm_I/AAAAAAAAAGs/gI2qXCIVOXU/s400/Image207.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318402796494756850" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So anyway, back to Galaxy world. HAHA.. man so many hot guys in the city. -drools- Upon our arrival to the third level of Market City, we went to this random shop and found the randomest nail clipper. IT WAS A PENIS!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jNtJSkKd3ak/Sc7D8TPMk2I/AAAAAAAAAG8/n0Gl9AgJO3M/s1600-h/Image208.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jNtJSkKd3ak/Sc7D8TPMk2I/AAAAAAAAAG8/n0Gl9AgJO3M/s400/Image208.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318403650694714210" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway, Olivia is such a poser.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jNtJSkKd3ak/Sc7CwcCYrCI/AAAAAAAAAGk/p4rLdKW0pmo/s1600-h/Image209.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jNtJSkKd3ak/Sc7CwcCYrCI/AAAAAAAAAGk/p4rLdKW0pmo/s400/Image209.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318402347386842146" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But that guy was hot. FML.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;[to be continued after work]&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3342907346193194027-6681597445823029939?l=roaslien.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://roaslien.blogspot.com/feeds/6681597445823029939/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://roaslien.blogspot.com/2009/03/frydays-recap-on-sundae.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3342907346193194027/posts/default/6681597445823029939'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3342907346193194027/posts/default/6681597445823029939'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://roaslien.blogspot.com/2009/03/frydays-recap-on-sundae.html' title='Fryday&apos;s recap, on a Sundae.'/><author><name>Rozie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13700133501041156486</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jNtJSkKd3ak/SmazX0GMeYI/AAAAAAAAAHc/9Ci5tCeOqBA/S220/5333_226820975116_749085116_7684305_5704508_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jNtJSkKd3ak/Sc7BgMR04QI/AAAAAAAAAGU/_l9LHEz43JY/s72-c/i+see3.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3342907346193194027.post-1697323224589613568</id><published>2009-03-28T12:41:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2009-03-28T12:45:55.643+11:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jNtJSkKd3ak/Sc2BBYJmsxI/AAAAAAAAAGE/dW8qDipx0Ek/s1600-h/Love__by_darkbutterfly6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jNtJSkKd3ak/Sc2BBYJmsxI/AAAAAAAAAGE/dW8qDipx0Ek/s400/Love__by_darkbutterfly6.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318048595657011986" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(44, 54, 53); font-family: Verdana; font-size: 12px; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(44, 54, 53); font-family: Verdana; font-size: 12px; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(44, 54, 53); font-family: Verdana; font-size: 12px; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(44, 54, 53); font-family: Verdana; font-size: 12px; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(44, 54, 53); font-family: Verdana; font-size: 12px; font-style: italic; "&gt;"I am not an optimist&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(44, 54, 53); font-family: Verdana; font-size: 12px; font-style: italic; "&gt;but I don't want you to give up&lt;br /&gt;because.....that's like giving me up&lt;br /&gt;and I love you"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3342907346193194027-1697323224589613568?l=roaslien.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://roaslien.blogspot.com/feeds/1697323224589613568/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://roaslien.blogspot.com/2009/03/i-am-not-optimist-but-i-dont-want-you.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3342907346193194027/posts/default/1697323224589613568'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3342907346193194027/posts/default/1697323224589613568'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://roaslien.blogspot.com/2009/03/i-am-not-optimist-but-i-dont-want-you.html' title=''/><author><name>Rozie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13700133501041156486</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jNtJSkKd3ak/SmazX0GMeYI/AAAAAAAAAHc/9Ci5tCeOqBA/S220/5333_226820975116_749085116_7684305_5704508_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jNtJSkKd3ak/Sc2BBYJmsxI/AAAAAAAAAGE/dW8qDipx0Ek/s72-c/Love__by_darkbutterfly6.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3342907346193194027.post-1996454880427791151</id><published>2009-03-27T21:19:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2009-03-27T21:20:35.868+11:00</updated><title type='text'>Catch-up.</title><content type='html'>I have so much blogging to catch up on.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Will do when i'm finished reading my yaoi manga.  :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3342907346193194027-1996454880427791151?l=roaslien.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://roaslien.blogspot.com/feeds/1996454880427791151/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://roaslien.blogspot.com/2009/03/catch-up.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3342907346193194027/posts/default/1996454880427791151'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3342907346193194027/posts/default/1996454880427791151'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://roaslien.blogspot.com/2009/03/catch-up.html' title='Catch-up.'/><author><name>Rozie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13700133501041156486</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jNtJSkKd3ak/SmazX0GMeYI/AAAAAAAAAHc/9Ci5tCeOqBA/S220/5333_226820975116_749085116_7684305_5704508_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3342907346193194027.post-4924240271486180765</id><published>2009-03-25T23:28:00.003+11:00</published><updated>2009-03-25T23:34:59.023+11:00</updated><title type='text'>Sleep deprived.</title><content type='html'>I believe that the lack of sleep I am getting is making my body suffer. My legs hurt and it's not even halfway through the day.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway, today's happenings. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Started off the day with double chemistry. Prac with Novak. The fuck? That rhymes LOL. Anyway, yes, practical. Substances conducting electricity? Or some shit like that. I think I should shut up in class. I get annoying LOL... but it's fun. Mitchell Steen is interesting to stare at. How... interesting? Woah, I sound stalker. 'Woah' is a dev word. LOL. DEV.FINISH. I love you :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Advanced english and I never handed up my task. Mathematics, skipped an exam, moved dates. Music, angelica took half the lesson on her speech  so i'm first next lesson. Suck shit to everyone else LOL. Anddddddddddddddddddddddddddddddddd modern history, didn't even present! Went westfields, ate a fillet o' fish and a double cheeseburger, had work, went home, blogged, played solitaire with angie, blogged again, did my adv. english homework, blogging again.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Life is so fun.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3342907346193194027-4924240271486180765?l=roaslien.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://roaslien.blogspot.com/feeds/4924240271486180765/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://roaslien.blogspot.com/2009/03/sleep-deprived.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3342907346193194027/posts/default/4924240271486180765'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3342907346193194027/posts/default/4924240271486180765'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://roaslien.blogspot.com/2009/03/sleep-deprived.html' title='Sleep deprived.'/><author><name>Rozie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13700133501041156486</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jNtJSkKd3ak/SmazX0GMeYI/AAAAAAAAAHc/9Ci5tCeOqBA/S220/5333_226820975116_749085116_7684305_5704508_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3342907346193194027.post-5313825860347490411</id><published>2009-03-25T20:10:00.002+11:00</published><updated>2009-03-25T21:21:54.803+11:00</updated><title type='text'>Friendship.</title><content type='html'>"Life is a website, friends are added html codes."&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It is easy to say that we are all given a perfect life to begin with. What becomes of our lives depends souly on how we are as people, the influences of our environment and our own morals and values. We are all given a perfect life to begin with, but there we can only have one of two outcomes, a great life, or one that's not so great.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Plato once quoted "Be kind for everyone you meet is fighting a harder battle."  I enforce this every single day of my life, because this is true. Everyone I meet always fights a harder battle than me, but I'm always there to help with that battle. My friends are my html codes. They can be removed, they can be changed, they can be updated, they can become greater then what they actually are. They can make your website look spectacular. They can be your inspiration. But, they can also make your website hell. They are like constant pop-ups. Downsides are always depressing.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3342907346193194027-5313825860347490411?l=roaslien.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://roaslien.blogspot.com/feeds/5313825860347490411/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://roaslien.blogspot.com/2009/03/friendship.html#comment-form' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3342907346193194027/posts/default/5313825860347490411'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3342907346193194027/posts/default/5313825860347490411'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://roaslien.blogspot.com/2009/03/friendship.html' title='Friendship.'/><author><name>Rozie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13700133501041156486</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jNtJSkKd3ak/SmazX0GMeYI/AAAAAAAAAHc/9Ci5tCeOqBA/S220/5333_226820975116_749085116_7684305_5704508_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3342907346193194027.post-8744132668023969787</id><published>2009-03-24T07:55:00.002+11:00</published><updated>2009-03-24T07:55:42.244+11:00</updated><title type='text'>Finished, at last.</title><content type='html'>I FINALLY FINISHED MY MODERN ASSIGNMENT, an hour before its due LOL&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3342907346193194027-8744132668023969787?l=roaslien.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://roaslien.blogspot.com/feeds/8744132668023969787/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://roaslien.blogspot.com/2009/03/finished-at-last.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3342907346193194027/posts/default/8744132668023969787'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3342907346193194027/posts/default/8744132668023969787'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://roaslien.blogspot.com/2009/03/finished-at-last.html' title='Finished, at last.'/><author><name>Rozie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13700133501041156486</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jNtJSkKd3ak/SmazX0GMeYI/AAAAAAAAAHc/9Ci5tCeOqBA/S220/5333_226820975116_749085116_7684305_5704508_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3342907346193194027.post-4299901651484270734</id><published>2009-03-24T07:54:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2009-03-24T07:55:17.662+11:00</updated><title type='text'>Dayum.</title><content type='html'>Adam looks like mitchell steen fuck LOLLL.... how funny. &lt;div&gt;:)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;hes so cute when he smiles, it's adorable!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;x&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3342907346193194027-4299901651484270734?l=roaslien.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://roaslien.blogspot.com/feeds/4299901651484270734/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://roaslien.blogspot.com/2009/03/dayum.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3342907346193194027/posts/default/4299901651484270734'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3342907346193194027/posts/default/4299901651484270734'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://roaslien.blogspot.com/2009/03/dayum.html' title='Dayum.'/><author><name>Rozie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13700133501041156486</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jNtJSkKd3ak/SmazX0GMeYI/AAAAAAAAAHc/9Ci5tCeOqBA/S220/5333_226820975116_749085116_7684305_5704508_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3342907346193194027.post-1421822627619717024</id><published>2009-03-22T23:42:00.005+11:00</published><updated>2009-03-23T00:02:05.894+11:00</updated><title type='text'>My world just aint the same without you.</title><content type='html'>Damn, took me 11 hours to do my music assignment. It would have actually taken me like 3 hours if I wasn't so distracted. I haven't even done my english homework; two essays or something and 8 questions. Something about analyzing John Donne's metaphysical poetry. Damn.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway. I had a dream last night that I was being chased by the Ku Klux Klan, it was so scary :( i like died, hypothetically. And like.. there was people chasing me in white pointy hats with holes in it. I don't know.. I have this fear of those kind of things. People with that ghost like appearance. The holes in the face just get to me. It's freaky. I don't understand how people can join shit like that LOL.. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Tell me why, did I have to fall in love with you, i'm driving myself insane, I don't know. Without you I can't function no more. And you, will never look at me the same. You know it's really driving me insane. I don't know. Without you I can't function. I'm drivin' myself insane."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  ;font-family:verdana;font-size:13px;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;           &lt;/span&gt;        - Martin Kember ~ Driving Myself Insane&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style=" ;font-family:verdana;font-size:13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-size:13px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;i&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;t's possible, i really do love you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=" "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=" "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;It's possible for everything in the world to not matter anymore. It's possible. It's possible. I love you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style=" ;font-family:verdana;font-size:13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3342907346193194027-1421822627619717024?l=roaslien.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://roaslien.blogspot.com/feeds/1421822627619717024/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://roaslien.blogspot.com/2009/03/my-world-just-aint-same-without-you.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3342907346193194027/posts/default/1421822627619717024'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3342907346193194027/posts/default/1421822627619717024'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://roaslien.blogspot.com/2009/03/my-world-just-aint-same-without-you.html' title='My world just aint the same without you.'/><author><name>Rozie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13700133501041156486</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jNtJSkKd3ak/SmazX0GMeYI/AAAAAAAAAHc/9Ci5tCeOqBA/S220/5333_226820975116_749085116_7684305_5704508_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3342907346193194027.post-8742173106539239726</id><published>2009-03-19T00:28:00.003+11:00</published><updated>2009-03-19T00:48:11.281+11:00</updated><title type='text'>Broken bonds and bitter rivals.</title><content type='html'>Man I wish that it was back to what it was last year. I wish that things had never changed. Some things were for the best, I got great outcomes out of it, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Josephine&lt;/span&gt; and I are good friends now so it's great :)   But I wish it was just before the holidays. When the bond between everyone was unbreakable. But it seems the impossible is possible and that broken bonds have &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;occurred&lt;/span&gt;. I wish that there was no such thing as hatred, &amp;amp; hurt, and yet I tell you all, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;no one&lt;/span&gt; seems to really understand how this is really affecting me. People must consider others besides themselves. In a matter of 8 weeks friendships have gone down the drain. That's equivalent to two months. Two stinking months. Some bonds with people have become greater, like me and C&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;wiz&lt;/span&gt; for example. But hey you gain some, you lose &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;A LOT&lt;/span&gt;. I guess that's how the world works.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But I wonder for a second if anyone stopped to think how I felt. The world doesn't revolve around just yourselves, this is to anyone reading this, not to any specifics. People need to consider the situation and understand the context. What's the point of being a friend if they don't converse with one another? Is saying "I'm here for you" appropriate when they don't even talk to the person? What's there to say. I've apparently become very boring, to some people. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Lol&lt;/span&gt;, maybe people just don't understand who I am as a friend, or people don't value what I have to offer, maybe people just want me as their friend because I can get them heaps of discounts at &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;McDonald's&lt;/span&gt;. Well hey. Wow, sad realisation here I feel used. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Lols&lt;/span&gt;. Wow.. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;Rosaline&lt;/span&gt; you're really really slow.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; -.-''&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But hey maybe I was never meant to have friends my whole life. Maybe, just maybe I was meant to be put through this life called 'hell' to experience true happiness. Maybe &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;I'll&lt;/span&gt; just get that happiness when I kill myself. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;Lmao&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I wish the sun would never rise and the moon would never set; for every twinkling star &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;I've&lt;/span&gt; seen shows how many times &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;I've&lt;/span&gt; been hurt in my life. Gee that's many isn't it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm really considering dropping out, or moving schools. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;No one&lt;/span&gt; would notice &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;I've&lt;/span&gt; gone really. I would move to Sandra's, or &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;Josie's&lt;/span&gt;.. to a place where someone notices me, where someone cares about me, a place where &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;I'm&lt;/span&gt; not treated like a piece of dirt, a place where I have a purpose. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A place where there are no broken bonds, or bitter rivals, a place were I can pursue my happiness, with friends that will stay by my side, friends that I just wish I had.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3342907346193194027-8742173106539239726?l=roaslien.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://roaslien.blogspot.com/feeds/8742173106539239726/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://roaslien.blogspot.com/2009/03/broken-bonds-and-bitter-rivals.html#comment-form' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3342907346193194027/posts/default/8742173106539239726'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3342907346193194027/posts/default/8742173106539239726'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://roaslien.blogspot.com/2009/03/broken-bonds-and-bitter-rivals.html' title='Broken bonds and bitter rivals.'/><author><name>Rozie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13700133501041156486</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jNtJSkKd3ak/SmazX0GMeYI/AAAAAAAAAHc/9Ci5tCeOqBA/S220/5333_226820975116_749085116_7684305_5704508_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3342907346193194027.post-289795714948709656</id><published>2009-03-17T20:57:00.002+11:00</published><updated>2009-03-17T21:04:22.814+11:00</updated><title type='text'>Assignments/homework.</title><content type='html'>&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Monday - passed.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Tueday - passed.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Wednesday - SOR homework.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Thursday - unknown yet.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Friday - unknown yet.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Monday - Music Assignment / John Donne adv. english homework + essay.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Tuesday - Modern History Assignment&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Wednesday - Modern History Essay.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Thursday - unknown yet.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Friday - pupil free day.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3342907346193194027-289795714948709656?l=roaslien.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://roaslien.blogspot.com/feeds/289795714948709656/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://roaslien.blogspot.com/2009/03/assignmentshomework.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3342907346193194027/posts/default/289795714948709656'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3342907346193194027/posts/default/289795714948709656'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://roaslien.blogspot.com/2009/03/assignmentshomework.html' title='Assignments/homework.'/><author><name>Rozie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13700133501041156486</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jNtJSkKd3ak/SmazX0GMeYI/AAAAAAAAAHc/9Ci5tCeOqBA/S220/5333_226820975116_749085116_7684305_5704508_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3342907346193194027.post-156986929680151445</id><published>2009-03-15T22:57:00.002+11:00</published><updated>2009-03-15T23:03:07.690+11:00</updated><title type='text'>coz jayson told me so.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Friday the 13th March 2009&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Fuck you, karma came around hard. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;Okay so, Weekend blog.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Saturday 14th March 2009&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I went to work at 8am. Worked, didn't come home till 8:45pm. Bleh. Shit day. My shoulder hurts, my feet hurts, and I got not much sleep. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Sunday 15th March 2009&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I went to work at 1pm. Got asked to stay back and I didn't finish work until 8:30pm. I'm overworked.   &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sad face.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I have chemistry and Mathematics to study for. I don't want to fail chemistry. And I don't want to come 2nd last in Mathematics again. Being a failure sucks. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Again, I have work tomorrow. I think I work too much. Lols.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3342907346193194027-156986929680151445?l=roaslien.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://roaslien.blogspot.com/feeds/156986929680151445/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://roaslien.blogspot.com/2009/03/coz-jayson-told-me-so.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3342907346193194027/posts/default/156986929680151445'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3342907346193194027/posts/default/156986929680151445'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://roaslien.blogspot.com/2009/03/coz-jayson-told-me-so.html' title='coz jayson told me so.'/><author><name>Rozie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13700133501041156486</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jNtJSkKd3ak/SmazX0GMeYI/AAAAAAAAAHc/9Ci5tCeOqBA/S220/5333_226820975116_749085116_7684305_5704508_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3342907346193194027.post-4652970226655024929</id><published>2009-03-13T19:26:00.002+11:00</published><updated>2009-03-13T19:43:04.369+11:00</updated><title type='text'>An Inconvenient Truth</title><content type='html'>Good evening. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I had a sad realisation today that life just doesn't work the way you want it to be. Civil rights was an issue in America during the 1950s-1960s. There was the problem of segregation between Black and White Americans. But still, to this day segregation seems to be a problem, not necessarily in America, but in my own school playground. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;It sucks.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;To this conclusion, I have decided that I will talk to those who talk to me, cry with those who cry with me, study with those who study with me, and by doing so, I will figure out who my friends truly are, cause right now I feel like I don't have anyone, nothing at all. I will place my education before my friends, I will take time to study, and I am now considering quitting work. Education is more important than money. I'd rather study now and make no money, and get a well paying job in the future, than staying at work, not studying at all and ending up as a manager at say, McDonalds.    &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;That would be epic fail.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Anyway I need to prioritise. Work, school and friends. I wish myself luck. Cause i'm sick of everything around me. I hate segregation, we need integration. Segregation can kiss my ass.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Jason Thai is sexy. &lt;3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;Jayson, LOL.. what can I say, I'm just blogging about you because i'm blogging about you. I will NOT give you ciggs, they're mine &gt;:(  anddddd I hope Jayson, you do as well in school as you do in the..... bedroom? -wink-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3342907346193194027-4652970226655024929?l=roaslien.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://roaslien.blogspot.com/feeds/4652970226655024929/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://roaslien.blogspot.com/2009/03/inconvenient-truth.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3342907346193194027/posts/default/4652970226655024929'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3342907346193194027/posts/default/4652970226655024929'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://roaslien.blogspot.com/2009/03/inconvenient-truth.html' title='An Inconvenient Truth'/><author><name>Rozie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13700133501041156486</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jNtJSkKd3ak/SmazX0GMeYI/AAAAAAAAAHc/9Ci5tCeOqBA/S220/5333_226820975116_749085116_7684305_5704508_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3342907346193194027.post-8045310787609721499</id><published>2009-03-12T23:55:00.002+11:00</published><updated>2009-03-13T00:05:44.907+11:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='the dude in &quot;this is sex&quot; post'/><title type='text'>This bitch is back~</title><content type='html'>Hooray! I got my net back after four fucking days without. It's so frustrating being without the net, even worse, running out of credit because you're on facebook because you don't have the net which is a total pain in the ass.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Jayson texted me asking where I was and so did sandra. At least they cared about me. Or at least I think they do LOL..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anywho, tomorrow i'm going to the library after school with Jason, yay :) anddddd it's now 12:05am and I haven't started my adv. english essay due now, today and i'm so totally fucked. I haven't even started chem yet. Gah.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I want it to be holidays already :(&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3342907346193194027-8045310787609721499?l=roaslien.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://roaslien.blogspot.com/feeds/8045310787609721499/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://roaslien.blogspot.com/2009/03/this-bitch-is-back.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3342907346193194027/posts/default/8045310787609721499'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3342907346193194027/posts/default/8045310787609721499'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://roaslien.blogspot.com/2009/03/this-bitch-is-back.html' title='This bitch is back~'/><author><name>Rozie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13700133501041156486</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jNtJSkKd3ak/SmazX0GMeYI/AAAAAAAAAHc/9Ci5tCeOqBA/S220/5333_226820975116_749085116_7684305_5704508_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3342907346193194027.post-296817908496053622</id><published>2009-03-09T22:26:00.002+11:00</published><updated>2009-03-09T22:30:12.418+11:00</updated><title type='text'>What the fuck, why.</title><content type='html'>I fucking feel like shit. Ugh. Hate this thing called feelings. Why, fucking hell why. Why'd you do this to me. Why. Tell me why. I wanna know why. Right now, right fucking now. Tell me please. I can't take this anymore. Why. Let me know please, why. Let me know please, someday. Let me know please, never.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3342907346193194027-296817908496053622?l=roaslien.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://roaslien.blogspot.com/feeds/296817908496053622/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://roaslien.blogspot.com/2009/03/what-fuck-why.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3342907346193194027/posts/default/296817908496053622'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3342907346193194027/posts/default/296817908496053622'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://roaslien.blogspot.com/2009/03/what-fuck-why.html' title='What the fuck, 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/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Ohhh ohhhh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Ohhhhh ohhh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Ohhhhh yeaa&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Listen&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I'd be a liar if I told you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;That I didn't see it coming&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Be more of a liar if I said&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Hey I didn't want it to be something&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;You deserve much better&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;For the love that you have shared&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I know you won't believe it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;But girl I swear&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;That I got love for you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Big love for you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Even when I'm tripping&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The fact remains that&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;You will always be my baby&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;My baby&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;But take the truth&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Baby take the truth&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I can't hide my feelings&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Especially when the whole world can see&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;That my heart is in two different places&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I got you in my life and I wanna do right&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;But it's hard to let it go&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;When my love has two different faces&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And I can't break ties cause they both look right&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Someone tell me what's a man to do&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;When he's loving two&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And he don't wanna lie&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;But he can't tell the truth&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;What's a man to do&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;When he's loving two&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;But he can't keep his heart&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;In two different places&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;In two different places&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I know you feel it cause you stay&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;There is much more to this story&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;But I'd be a fool to say&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I trust her and I'm always gonna love her&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;You know that you don't wanna hear&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I been living on the edge baby&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;So I guess yea baby&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;She ain't nothing but she is real&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;But why take her through it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;When I still got love for you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Big love for you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Even when I'm tripping&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The fact remains that&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;You will always be my baby&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;My baby&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;But take the truth&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Baby take the truth&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I can't hide my feelings&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Especially when the whole world can see&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;That my heart is in two different places&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I got you in my life and I wanna do right&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;But it's hard to let it go&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;When my love has two different faces&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And I can't break ties cause they both look right&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Someone tell me what's a man to do&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;When he's loving two&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And he don't wanna lie&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;But he can't tell the truth&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;What's a man to do&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;When he's loving two&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;But he can't keep his heart&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;In two different places&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Not in two different places&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I wanna tell you it's over&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;That I ain't thinking of her&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I wanna really mean it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;That I want you to see it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;That I'm really trying to leave her behind&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And I'm trying not to make you cry&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I wanna tell you that&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I ain't playing games and I'm dedicated to receive a change&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;But when I look in the mirror&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;It's the same old me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;That my heart is in two different places&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I got you in my life and I wanna do right&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;But it's hard to let it go&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;When my love has two different faces&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And I can't break ties cause they both look right&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Someone tell me what's a man to do&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;When he's loving two&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And he don't wanna lie&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;But he can't tell the truth&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;What's a man to do&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;When he's loving two&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;But he can't keep his heart&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;In two different places&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Not in two different places&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Not in two different places&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3342907346193194027-2086177603642807149?l=roaslien.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://roaslien.blogspot.com/feeds/2086177603642807149/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://roaslien.blogspot.com/2009/03/whats-man-to-do.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3342907346193194027/posts/default/2086177603642807149'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3342907346193194027/posts/default/2086177603642807149'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://roaslien.blogspot.com/2009/03/whats-man-to-do.html' title='What&apos;s a man to do'/><author><name>Rozie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13700133501041156486</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jNtJSkKd3ak/SmazX0GMeYI/AAAAAAAAAHc/9Ci5tCeOqBA/S220/5333_226820975116_749085116_7684305_5704508_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3342907346193194027.post-2427525044740350332</id><published>2009-03-09T20:44:00.001+11:00</published><updated>2009-03-09T20:45:31.080+11:00</updated><title type='text'>Hot summer</title><content type='html'>Hot summer.. hot hot summer..&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;ROFL going to fail chemistry quiz tomorrow! WOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;sad face. i don't really want to fail. i cbf failing ;[     failing is such a bad burden LOL&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;but anyway&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;MORTAL COMBAT -plays song- LOL&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;FUCKING EPIC LOLOLOLOLOLOLOL&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3342907346193194027-2427525044740350332?l=roaslien.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://roaslien.blogspot.com/feeds/2427525044740350332/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://roaslien.blogspot.com/2009/03/hot-summer.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3342907346193194027/posts/default/2427525044740350332'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3342907346193194027/posts/default/2427525044740350332'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://roaslien.blogspot.com/2009/03/hot-summer.html' title='Hot summer'/><author><name>Rozie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13700133501041156486</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jNtJSkKd3ak/SmazX0GMeYI/AAAAAAAAAHc/9Ci5tCeOqBA/S220/5333_226820975116_749085116_7684305_5704508_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3342907346193194027.post-5698146550048923456</id><published>2009-03-08T20:31:00.002+11:00</published><updated>2009-03-08T20:34:47.075+11:00</updated><title type='text'>This is porn.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jNtJSkKd3ak/SbOQyr9tCNI/AAAAAAAAAFs/ur1SXQYWFDg/s1600-h/Image030.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jNtJSkKd3ak/SbOQyr9tCNI/AAAAAAAAAFs/ur1SXQYWFDg/s400/Image030.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310747586069334226" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;This is sex.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3342907346193194027-5698146550048923456?l=roaslien.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://roaslien.blogspot.com/feeds/5698146550048923456/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://roaslien.blogspot.com/2009/03/this-is-porn.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3342907346193194027/posts/default/5698146550048923456'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3342907346193194027/posts/default/5698146550048923456'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://roaslien.blogspot.com/2009/03/this-is-porn.html' title='This is porn.'/><author><name>Rozie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13700133501041156486</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jNtJSkKd3ak/SmazX0GMeYI/AAAAAAAAAHc/9Ci5tCeOqBA/S220/5333_226820975116_749085116_7684305_5704508_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jNtJSkKd3ak/SbOQyr9tCNI/AAAAAAAAAFs/ur1SXQYWFDg/s72-c/Image030.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3342907346193194027.post-143376408079688184</id><published>2009-03-08T02:05:00.002+11:00</published><updated>2009-03-08T02:15:39.138+11:00</updated><title type='text'>why me.  -sigh-</title><content type='html'>Why can't I seem to stop thinking about you. I'm like one of those mosquitos that want to suck on this memory. I can't seem to get rid of it. I need to feed off it. But I don't want to. It hurts. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Why is it that I keep thinking about you. We don't talk much, or at all anymore, but everyday is almost a struggle to keep myself together. Work is now my sanctuary. It is the place where I can forget about everything, all my worries, hopes, aspirations, problems. I can chuck them out the window without a care in the world. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I really should move on. I want to move on. I have moved on, but not entirely. I sit here wondering how you can be so happy whilst others are in pain. Hanging onto every word you said, hoping that one day we'd be able to be friends again. I understand that there are other people in your life but if you're going to say ''hello'' at least reply back when I say hi too.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It saddens me that I need to blog about such a depressing topic. But, depressing topics go hand in hand with depressed people, so it works out. It's the greatest epitome of an unbalanced equilibrium; you and I. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;One night I will cry out, "Sanctuary, sanctuary!" Hoping that one day you'll come to my rescue. But I know you won't. There's always someone to save. Someone else calling you superman. Someone else that can depend on you, like I did.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Dun, dun, dun! Jason said he'd miss me if I died. He makes me feel special. He makes me happy face, almost. To be quite honest, I don't know where I'd be without Jason. It's the small things he does that makes me that little bit happier. Like coming to the library when I asked, or helping me with Chemistry homework when I asked.  He could have said no, but he still came, he still helped. And I'm grateful for knowing Jason. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3342907346193194027-143376408079688184?l=roaslien.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://roaslien.blogspot.com/feeds/143376408079688184/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://roaslien.blogspot.com/2009/03/why-me-sigh.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3342907346193194027/posts/default/143376408079688184'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3342907346193194027/posts/default/143376408079688184'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://roaslien.blogspot.com/2009/03/why-me-sigh.html' title='why me.  -sigh-'/><author><name>Rozie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13700133501041156486</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jNtJSkKd3ak/SmazX0GMeYI/AAAAAAAAAHc/9Ci5tCeOqBA/S220/5333_226820975116_749085116_7684305_5704508_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3342907346193194027.post-2629636646064079376</id><published>2009-03-06T21:12:00.002+11:00</published><updated>2009-03-06T21:21:26.763+11:00</updated><title type='text'>Tila Tequila Fail.</title><content type='html'>Today was epic. Went to school, failed chem, went to music, had an epic tickle fight with Jason.  It was fun :)       I think I have a weird skin condition because my hands get really sweaty out of nowhere and then when I wash them, they become really dry, and the skin tightens. It hurts to stretch out my hands.            &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I welcome Michael P. to the wonderful world of Blogger.  Finally someone else has become nomadic enough to entrust their lives to the internet.  But it's good to blog. You're in control, you are the one responsible for your own actions.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I plan on being an orchestra player when i'm older. But I shall put that aside for now, for I must study super fucking hard. Everyday I will study. My spare time will be studying. Gaming is studying.   &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Fail.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3342907346193194027-2629636646064079376?l=roaslien.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://roaslien.blogspot.com/feeds/2629636646064079376/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://roaslien.blogspot.com/2009/03/tila-tequila-fail.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3342907346193194027/posts/default/2629636646064079376'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3342907346193194027/posts/default/2629636646064079376'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://roaslien.blogspot.com/2009/03/tila-tequila-fail.html' title='Tila Tequila Fail.'/><author><name>Rozie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13700133501041156486</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jNtJSkKd3ak/SmazX0GMeYI/AAAAAAAAAHc/9Ci5tCeOqBA/S220/5333_226820975116_749085116_7684305_5704508_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3342907346193194027.post-4077910037578388706</id><published>2009-03-04T23:48:00.002+11:00</published><updated>2009-03-04T23:50:32.439+11:00</updated><title type='text'>Hello, world.</title><content type='html'>By the title I am not quoting a gay song by the saddle club LOL.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;ANYWAYZZZZZ epic lulz I HAVE NOT MEMORISED CHEM. AND IT IS TOMORROW I EM SO DEEAAAAAAAAAADDDDDDD. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;sad face.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;but in other news, i don't know what to do, hang on or let go.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3342907346193194027-4077910037578388706?l=roaslien.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://roaslien.blogspot.com/feeds/4077910037578388706/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://roaslien.blogspot.com/2009/03/hello-world.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3342907346193194027/posts/default/4077910037578388706'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3342907346193194027/posts/default/4077910037578388706'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://roaslien.blogspot.com/2009/03/hello-world.html' title='Hello, world.'/><author><name>Rozie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13700133501041156486</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jNtJSkKd3ak/SmazX0GMeYI/AAAAAAAAAHc/9Ci5tCeOqBA/S220/5333_226820975116_749085116_7684305_5704508_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3342907346193194027.post-6317375108179738166</id><published>2009-03-04T20:56:00.003+11:00</published><updated>2009-03-04T21:16:20.801+11:00</updated><title type='text'>Everything</title><content type='html'>Everything reminds me of you. I saw someone who looked like you and I felt like crap. Haven't talked to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;alot&lt;/span&gt; of people today. But I miss you.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Today started off with me waking up late. I woke up at 7:30am, slept through my alarm, woke up with 4 &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;txt&lt;/span&gt; messages, and sent one to Josephine saying &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;HEPPI&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;BURFDAY&lt;/span&gt;. Anyway, went to the bus stop and still laughed inside at Felipe with his incredibly short hair. Always makes me laugh.. he looks so gay now &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;LOL&lt;/span&gt;.... &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Anywho&lt;/span&gt; I went to school, Josh wasn't there. I miss Josh. Especially cuddling him. So first period came, had &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;SOR&lt;/span&gt;2. Watched a shit video for 30 &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;mins&lt;/span&gt;, then watched it again for another 30 &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;mins&lt;/span&gt; and wrote notes. Waste of my lifetime. Fuck man :L and like ITS SO SHIT &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;LOL&lt;/span&gt;.... So I slept through it, but good for me, I can remember &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;alot&lt;/span&gt; of things now due to my job at &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;McDonalds&lt;/span&gt; and it made me improve my memory. Anyway recess came and no Richie. I was cut too. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;BUTTTTTT&lt;/span&gt; I had a drink and my medicine so my coughing receded. Then comes period 3, I have music, poking Jason is fun. Made a comment about Mr. Jiear which was funny LOL... his phone rang and he looked at it and put it back in his shirt pocket and i'm like to Alisha and Jason, "Maybe he just wants to feel his nipple vibrate" LOL.. horny kient. Anyway music was okay. Alot of repetition in terms of what I did today, like deja vu. Then period four came. I had my mathematics test, WEW i forgot to do working out and i got 13/20 again. WOW.. no improvement. Even though I got almost everything correct it was the working out that cost me. Fucking hell &gt;&lt;. Then comes lunch, we played a game of bullshit with 11 people. It was fun :) BOWIE IS A LOSER LOLOL.. Angie and I could see both his cards and he kept calling out the dumbest things and angie and I always made him get the cards cause we called out BULLSHIT because he was bullshitting, yes. LOL. Then comes 5&amp;amp;6 period. Fifth period was Modern History and we watched the famous "I Have a Dream" speech by Martin Luthor King Jr. Then period six came and then it was time for chemistry. Chem is fun with Jason :)  NOVAK HATES JASON. and he'll hate me too LOL....... apparently he said that I shouldn't be sitting next to jason because I won't learn anything but hey i'll probably learn more than that old wrinkly monotoned bastard.  School ended and I went to westfield. Started work at 4pm, and finished at 7:40pm. After that I went to play DDR with Antonia, (Standard, x1.5, x2, x3, or Light, x2, x3) either way I broke out into a sweat LOL... IT WAS SO GOOD THOUGH. Fun times with antonia :) Came home and my shit sister keeps bugging me about fixing the printer. She won't fuck off LOL. Angry face. Anyway, dad's back from the hospital. All he does it sleep :L   But i think it's good for him LOL. TOMORROW I HAVE TO DO CHEM ASSESSMENT. SAD FACE. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Good luck for me :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3342907346193194027-6317375108179738166?l=roaslien.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://roaslien.blogspot.com/feeds/6317375108179738166/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://roaslien.blogspot.com/2009/03/everything.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3342907346193194027/posts/default/6317375108179738166'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3342907346193194027/posts/default/6317375108179738166'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://roaslien.blogspot.com/2009/03/everything.html' title='Everything'/><author><name>Rozie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13700133501041156486</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jNtJSkKd3ak/SmazX0GMeYI/AAAAAAAAAHc/9Ci5tCeOqBA/S220/5333_226820975116_749085116_7684305_5704508_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3342907346193194027.post-1376627863469224698</id><published>2009-03-03T18:08:00.003+11:00</published><updated>2009-03-03T18:16:01.391+11:00</updated><title type='text'>Gone fishing</title><content type='html'>Dad got the all clear to come home, this was 10am he was home, then at 2pm he's back at the hospital. What the...   :(&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anywho it's about time Angie posted those photos from LAST YEAR LOL.. i kept bugging her then gave up haha. Anyway I have decided on what i'm becoming when i'm older. After HSC i'm gonna go to A.I.M. and then start doing orchestral shit, then be in an orchestra. My aim is 8th grade orchestra by the time i'm 22. That's six years. Good luck Rosaline. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anywho, I've been listening to the same song for about 8 hours now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;blockquote style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;"I'd be a liar if I told you, that I didn't see it coming. Be more of a lie if I said I didn't want it to be something."                                               &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold; "&gt;What's A Man To Do - Usher.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3342907346193194027-1376627863469224698?l=roaslien.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://roaslien.blogspot.com/feeds/1376627863469224698/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://roaslien.blogspot.com/2009/03/gone-fishing.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3342907346193194027/posts/default/1376627863469224698'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3342907346193194027/posts/default/1376627863469224698'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://roaslien.blogspot.com/2009/03/gone-fishing.html' title='Gone fishing'/><author><name>Rozie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13700133501041156486</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jNtJSkKd3ak/SmazX0GMeYI/AAAAAAAAAHc/9Ci5tCeOqBA/S220/5333_226820975116_749085116_7684305_5704508_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3342907346193194027.post-7081586994292985715</id><published>2009-03-02T20:35:00.002+11:00</published><updated>2009-03-02T20:57:59.822+11:00</updated><title type='text'>Mosquito bites.</title><content type='html'>I have a mosquito bite on my upper lip, thumb, forehead, elbow and armpit YES MY FUCKING LEFT ARMPIT ITS SO HARD TO GET RID OF THAT ITCHING SENSATION FUCK LOL I SCRATCH AND IT TICKLES. sad face.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I went to work today. I have bronchitis also. I think its cause I've been .. &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;s             g. &lt;/span&gt; I think I should stop already. LOL.. but hey noone cares about rozie so its okay. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;:)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;okay I was meant to have a chem assessment, and a mathematics assessment. SO ITS TIME TO &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;not do it cause im not fucked.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;OKAY DOLE, HERE I COME!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3342907346193194027-7081586994292985715?l=roaslien.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://roaslien.blogspot.com/feeds/7081586994292985715/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://roaslien.blogspot.com/2009/03/mosquito-bites.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3342907346193194027/posts/default/7081586994292985715'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3342907346193194027/posts/default/7081586994292985715'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://roaslien.blogspot.com/2009/03/mosquito-bites.html' title='Mosquito bites.'/><author><name>Rozie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13700133501041156486</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jNtJSkKd3ak/SmazX0GMeYI/AAAAAAAAAHc/9Ci5tCeOqBA/S220/5333_226820975116_749085116_7684305_5704508_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3342907346193194027.post-4444202789941329120</id><published>2009-03-02T04:16:00.006+11:00</published><updated>2009-03-02T05:05:03.042+11:00</updated><title type='text'>Nostalgic</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;Nostalgic can be defined as "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="  "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;unhappy about being away and longing for familiar things or persons."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=" "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=" "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=" "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;I slept at 12:30am, and got woken up at 3:30 by mosquito's. I really didn't care about them until they started to piss me off so i'm like OMFG.. die. Even worse cause I was wearing like barely nothing so I was the most vunerable thing ever. WEW.. malaria here I come. Mum rang my mobile at 4am. I was like wtf isn't she in the other side of the house? Turns out she's in Liverpool hospital. Dad can't breathe again. I am sad faced. I am worried. I don't want to be scared to death again. I couldn't bare to lose two people in the one week. That would just set me over the edge. I feel kind of insecure now cause I have nothing to hold onto. Not in the clinging sense, but like.. just for support. At least that makes sense. It's sort of like how a kid learns to ride a bike for the first time without training wheels. They are wobbly for the first few times, might crash or fall over but eventually they get the hang of it.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=" "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=" "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;I never got the hang of it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=" "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=" "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;On another note, I haven't completed my Chemistry assignment and it's due today. I might as well finish it now. It's the gayest out. Got it on friday and it's due today. Worth 20% of my prelim marks. Fucking hell. So tempted to drop out. Can't be fucked with the work. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;I just realised that I said in an earlier post that i'd sleep with no worries in the world. Hah, I have every worry in the world now. For the second time in my life, I could lose my dad. I went through it once when I was 8 and I don't think I could go through it again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=" "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=" "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;It's now 4:40 am, and I realise this is going to be a full on year. But i'll take it on. &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Pew pew.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=" "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style=" ;font-family:arial;font-size:13px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;Goodmorning, Rozie.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3342907346193194027-4444202789941329120?l=roaslien.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://roaslien.blogspot.com/feeds/4444202789941329120/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://roaslien.blogspot.com/2009/03/nostalgic.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3342907346193194027/posts/default/4444202789941329120'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3342907346193194027/posts/default/4444202789941329120'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://roaslien.blogspot.com/2009/03/nostalgic.html' title='Nostalgic'/><author><name>Rozie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13700133501041156486</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jNtJSkKd3ak/SmazX0GMeYI/AAAAAAAAAHc/9Ci5tCeOqBA/S220/5333_226820975116_749085116_7684305_5704508_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3342907346193194027.post-5897093478912794064</id><published>2009-03-01T23:47:00.002+11:00</published><updated>2009-03-02T00:04:01.919+11:00</updated><title type='text'>Oh poo.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;FAHK&lt;/span&gt; MAN.. my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;maccas&lt;/span&gt; badge said ''&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;ROZIE&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;LOLOLOL&lt;/span&gt;'' and the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;thingo&lt;/span&gt; came off &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;LOL&lt;/span&gt; fuck. I miss it :(&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;anyway i unblocked &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;jason&lt;/span&gt; today. Took me awhile to do so.  Seems like he's more mature now. Unsure but.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;ANYWAY. Josephine had a good day. So did I. It was the best &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;LOL&lt;/span&gt;. I AM GOING TO SLEEP SO GOOD TONIGHT WITH NO WORRIES IN THE WORLD. I will not think about you anymore. For you are in the past. you are a nostalgic memory. you are gone.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3342907346193194027-5897093478912794064?l=roaslien.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://roaslien.blogspot.com/feeds/5897093478912794064/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://roaslien.blogspot.com/2009/03/oh-poo.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3342907346193194027/posts/default/5897093478912794064'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3342907346193194027/posts/default/5897093478912794064'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://roaslien.blogspot.com/2009/03/oh-poo.html' title='Oh poo.'/><author><name>Rozie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13700133501041156486</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jNtJSkKd3ak/SmazX0GMeYI/AAAAAAAAAHc/9Ci5tCeOqBA/S220/5333_226820975116_749085116_7684305_5704508_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3342907346193194027.post-3142067743074220141</id><published>2009-03-01T14:08:00.001+11:00</published><updated>2009-03-01T14:09:22.975+11:00</updated><title type='text'>Chemistry.</title><content type='html'>DUE TOMORROW FAHK LOL.. and I haven't started. epic fail rofl.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3342907346193194027-3142067743074220141?l=roaslien.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://roaslien.blogspot.com/feeds/3142067743074220141/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://roaslien.blogspot.com/2009/03/chemistry.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3342907346193194027/posts/default/3142067743074220141'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3342907346193194027/posts/default/3142067743074220141'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://roaslien.blogspot.com/2009/03/chemistry.html' title='Chemistry.'/><author><name>Rozie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13700133501041156486</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jNtJSkKd3ak/SmazX0GMeYI/AAAAAAAAAHc/9Ci5tCeOqBA/S220/5333_226820975116_749085116_7684305_5704508_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3342907346193194027.post-4390809847635977923</id><published>2009-03-01T13:24:00.003+11:00</published><updated>2009-03-01T13:28:59.773+11:00</updated><title type='text'>&gt;&lt;"</title><content type='html'>Fuck man I still feel like shit. I had the biggest sad in the shower. Sat on the tiles and started crying. Asking myself what is the point of my existence. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm seeing Vivian this afternoon. Hopefully she can make me feel better. I feel like I need constant cheering up. It's funny how Josephine got dragged into this. I never knew until today.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I felt like shit when she told me .__.   at least her and michael know how it feels. and i'm not alone.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I have a cold. Sad face. I can't sleep at night anymore. I got two hours last night. Two freaking hours. Wow.. &amp;amp; when I blink it hurts my eyeballs.    :L&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Even though, I still miss you. Saddens me that we're not friends anymore. Sigh. Gained one, lost one. Wow. The fortune cookie was right.  &gt;&lt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Fortune said:   You will gain and lose someone close to you.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yeh fahk you cookies die in hole.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway have a fun day watching the dinosaurs jo. &lt;3&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3342907346193194027-4390809847635977923?l=roaslien.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://roaslien.blogspot.com/feeds/4390809847635977923/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://roaslien.blogspot.com/2009/03/blog-post.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3342907346193194027/posts/default/4390809847635977923'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3342907346193194027/posts/default/4390809847635977923'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://roaslien.blogspot.com/2009/03/blog-post.html' title='&gt;&lt;&quot;'/><author><name>Rozie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13700133501041156486</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jNtJSkKd3ak/SmazX0GMeYI/AAAAAAAAAHc/9Ci5tCeOqBA/S220/5333_226820975116_749085116_7684305_5704508_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3342907346193194027.post-3092507936374599040</id><published>2009-03-01T11:47:00.001+11:00</published><updated>2009-03-01T11:47:42.719+11:00</updated><title type='text'>Thankyou</title><content type='html'>Thankyou to josephine, vivian and michael for helping me.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;:]&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3342907346193194027-3092507936374599040?l=roaslien.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://roaslien.blogspot.com/feeds/3092507936374599040/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://roaslien.blogspot.com/2009/03/thankyou.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3342907346193194027/posts/default/3092507936374599040'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3342907346193194027/posts/default/3092507936374599040'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://roaslien.blogspot.com/2009/03/thankyou.html' title='Thankyou'/><author><name>Rozie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13700133501041156486</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jNtJSkKd3ak/SmazX0GMeYI/AAAAAAAAAHc/9Ci5tCeOqBA/S220/5333_226820975116_749085116_7684305_5704508_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3342907346193194027.post-3561665196057088196</id><published>2009-03-01T10:22:00.001+11:00</published><updated>2009-03-01T10:22:58.033+11:00</updated><title type='text'>Yesterday.</title><content type='html'>I had a puff. Three in fact. Felt good.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3342907346193194027-3561665196057088196?l=roaslien.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://roaslien.blogspot.com/feeds/3561665196057088196/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://roaslien.blogspot.com/2009/03/yesterday.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3342907346193194027/posts/default/3561665196057088196'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3342907346193194027/posts/default/3561665196057088196'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://roaslien.blogspot.com/2009/03/yesterday.html' title='Yesterday.'/><author><name>Rozie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13700133501041156486</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jNtJSkKd3ak/SmazX0GMeYI/AAAAAAAAAHc/9Ci5tCeOqBA/S220/5333_226820975116_749085116_7684305_5704508_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3342907346193194027.post-3384497276982842111</id><published>2009-03-01T08:29:00.002+11:00</published><updated>2009-03-01T08:32:55.460+11:00</updated><title type='text'>Dreams, wishes, aspirations.</title><content type='html'>I wish yesterday that when the train came I jumped infront of it.&lt;div&gt;I wish that I'd never have to spend a day in total agony.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I wish I had the guts to tell you how angry I am.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I wish that I never woke up this morning.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I wish yesterday that I never saw you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I wish that you didn't lie to me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I wish you'd told me earlier.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I wish that I wasn't born.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I wish I never existed.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I wish for alot.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3342907346193194027-3384497276982842111?l=roaslien.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://roaslien.blogspot.com/feeds/3384497276982842111/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://roaslien.blogspot.com/2009/03/dreams-wishes-aspirations.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3342907346193194027/posts/default/3384497276982842111'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3342907346193194027/posts/default/3384497276982842111'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://roaslien.blogspot.com/2009/03/dreams-wishes-aspirations.html' title='Dreams, wishes, aspirations.'/><author><name>Rozie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13700133501041156486</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jNtJSkKd3ak/SmazX0GMeYI/AAAAAAAAAHc/9Ci5tCeOqBA/S220/5333_226820975116_749085116_7684305_5704508_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3342907346193194027.post-7642767428339212393</id><published>2009-02-28T22:22:00.001+11:00</published><updated>2009-02-28T22:23:02.320+11:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm sorry</title><content type='html'>I'm sorry Rosaline for being so fucking stupid.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Love, Rosaline.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3342907346193194027-7642767428339212393?l=roaslien.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://roaslien.blogspot.com/feeds/7642767428339212393/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://roaslien.blogspot.com/2009/02/im-sorry.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3342907346193194027/posts/default/7642767428339212393'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3342907346193194027/posts/default/7642767428339212393'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://roaslien.blogspot.com/2009/02/im-sorry.html' title='I&apos;m sorry'/><author><name>Rozie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13700133501041156486</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jNtJSkKd3ak/SmazX0GMeYI/AAAAAAAAAHc/9Ci5tCeOqBA/S220/5333_226820975116_749085116_7684305_5704508_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3342907346193194027.post-5481203498449968234</id><published>2009-02-28T22:14:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2009-02-28T22:15:29.682+11:00</updated><title type='text'>Epic</title><content type='html'>Heartbreak is my middle name, to get hurt is the aim of the game.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3342907346193194027-5481203498449968234?l=roaslien.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://roaslien.blogspot.com/feeds/5481203498449968234/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://roaslien.blogspot.com/2009/02/epic.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3342907346193194027/posts/default/5481203498449968234'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3342907346193194027/posts/default/5481203498449968234'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://roaslien.blogspot.com/2009/02/epic.html' title='Epic'/><author><name>Rozie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13700133501041156486</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jNtJSkKd3ak/SmazX0GMeYI/AAAAAAAAAHc/9Ci5tCeOqBA/S220/5333_226820975116_749085116_7684305_5704508_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3342907346193194027.post-7615503651309721975</id><published>2009-02-28T19:46:00.001+11:00</published><updated>2009-02-28T19:48:15.777+11:00</updated><title type='text'>2nd best.</title><content type='html'>I've never felt so depressed in my life. I was at Liverpool station, was walking to the car park, and I started hyperventilating. &lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I know i'll always be second best.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;time for other blog ._.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3342907346193194027-7615503651309721975?l=roaslien.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://roaslien.blogspot.com/feeds/7615503651309721975/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://roaslien.blogspot.com/2009/02/2nd-best.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3342907346193194027/posts/default/7615503651309721975'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3342907346193194027/posts/default/7615503651309721975'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://roaslien.blogspot.com/2009/02/2nd-best.html' title='2nd best.'/><author><name>Rozie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13700133501041156486</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jNtJSkKd3ak/SmazX0GMeYI/AAAAAAAAAHc/9Ci5tCeOqBA/S220/5333_226820975116_749085116_7684305_5704508_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3342907346193194027.post-6539754484068822108</id><published>2009-02-27T22:49:00.003+11:00</published><updated>2009-02-27T23:07:44.407+11:00</updated><title type='text'>Mum and texting LOL</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;I'm in my room, mum's in the kitchen. We are like 6m away, texting each other. LOL..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Mum: I can hear your phone.&lt;div&gt;Me: No shit dumbass I can hear yours too LOL.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mum: He doesn't know how to behave [dad]&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Me: He's a retard :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mum: I'm going to fart on his face&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Me: HAHAAHHHAHAHHAHAHAHHAHAHH.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mum is epic LOL.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3342907346193194027-6539754484068822108?l=roaslien.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://roaslien.blogspot.com/feeds/6539754484068822108/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://roaslien.blogspot.com/2009/02/mum-and-texting-lol.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3342907346193194027/posts/default/6539754484068822108'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3342907346193194027/posts/default/6539754484068822108'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://roaslien.blogspot.com/2009/02/mum-and-texting-lol.html' title='Mum and texting LOL'/><author><name>Rozie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13700133501041156486</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jNtJSkKd3ak/SmazX0GMeYI/AAAAAAAAAHc/9Ci5tCeOqBA/S220/5333_226820975116_749085116_7684305_5704508_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3342907346193194027.post-1916472723492161398</id><published>2009-02-27T16:20:00.001+11:00</published><updated>2009-02-27T16:23:12.086+11:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy.</title><content type='html'>I GET TO SEE HIM TOMORROW&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;LOL.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;cwiz and i rock da earth :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;richie is ghey. LOL he made some food for gina which i scabbed like a p0vo kient, and then &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;IT LEAKED ALL OVER MY SKIRT LIKE FUCKING DU MA.&lt;/span&gt; I had to go toilet and go in a cubicle and give Nhuy and Alisha my skirt whilst they went and dried it and whilst i spent 3/4 of my lunch in the toilet LOL GOD DAMN.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;AND THEN I COME HOME AND MUM TELLS ME OFF CAUSE MY DRESS SMELLS LIKE SUGAR LIKE FUCK MAN LOL&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3342907346193194027-1916472723492161398?l=roaslien.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://roaslien.blogspot.com/feeds/1916472723492161398/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://roaslien.blogspot.com/2009/02/happy.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3342907346193194027/posts/default/1916472723492161398'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3342907346193194027/posts/default/1916472723492161398'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://roaslien.blogspot.com/2009/02/happy.html' title='Happy.'/><author><name>Rozie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13700133501041156486</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jNtJSkKd3ak/SmazX0GMeYI/AAAAAAAAAHc/9Ci5tCeOqBA/S220/5333_226820975116_749085116_7684305_5704508_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3342907346193194027.post-7731028375462314313</id><published>2009-02-27T01:10:00.002+11:00</published><updated>2009-02-27T01:12:36.186+11:00</updated><title type='text'>Hi my name is LOL.</title><content type='html'>LOL reporting here. Okay fuck that LOL..&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;today was so emotional for me LOLZ.. biggest exaggeration there let me add. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;but lets see&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I DID MY SOR2 ASSIGNMENT IN 2 HOURS WOW EVANDER WAS RIGHT!!1&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and i was at work today and the love of my life came to see me and i didnt even realise until he was gone.  &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;saddest face ever.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3342907346193194027-7731028375462314313?l=roaslien.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://roaslien.blogspot.com/feeds/7731028375462314313/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://roaslien.blogspot.com/2009/02/hi-my-name-is-lol.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3342907346193194027/posts/default/7731028375462314313'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3342907346193194027/posts/default/7731028375462314313'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://roaslien.blogspot.com/2009/02/hi-my-name-is-lol.html' title='Hi my name is LOL.'/><author><name>Rozie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13700133501041156486</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jNtJSkKd3ak/SmazX0GMeYI/AAAAAAAAAHc/9Ci5tCeOqBA/S220/5333_226820975116_749085116_7684305_5704508_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3342907346193194027.post-2910529796967014140</id><published>2009-02-26T15:37:00.001+11:00</published><updated>2009-02-26T15:47:13.015+11:00</updated><title type='text'>Subject changes.</title><content type='html'>I got the subjects I wanted in the end.&lt;div&gt;Generally I am happy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But now I have shit teachers so I need a tutor. :L&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I have&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Advanced English&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;General Mathematics&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Chemistry&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Modern History&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Music&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Studies of Religion II&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I dropped biology, picked up chem, and went from standard eng, to adv.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I will have fun.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3342907346193194027-2910529796967014140?l=roaslien.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://roaslien.blogspot.com/feeds/2910529796967014140/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://roaslien.blogspot.com/2009/02/subject-changes.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3342907346193194027/posts/default/2910529796967014140'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3342907346193194027/posts/default/2910529796967014140'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://roaslien.blogspot.com/2009/02/subject-changes.html' title='Subject changes.'/><author><name>Rozie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13700133501041156486</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jNtJSkKd3ak/SmazX0GMeYI/AAAAAAAAAHc/9Ci5tCeOqBA/S220/5333_226820975116_749085116_7684305_5704508_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3342907346193194027.post-6993188878485760088</id><published>2009-02-26T07:45:00.002+11:00</published><updated>2009-02-26T07:47:41.478+11:00</updated><title type='text'>Coca-cola, enjoy!</title><content type='html'>TODAY I HAVE A BIOLOGY EXCURSION TO THE GEORGES RIVER NATIONAL PARK!&lt;div&gt;Totally forgot about it LOL.. until late last night when gina reminded me..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;speaking of which i am going to the petrol station to buy gina a bottle of coke! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;cause i love gina :))))&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and i was going to buy richie something but they dont have bento or any other of the stuff he mentioned LOL..   :L&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;anyway peace out bitchezzz.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;ps;  nguyen sa = (L)  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;       &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;love face.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3342907346193194027-6993188878485760088?l=roaslien.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://roaslien.blogspot.com/feeds/6993188878485760088/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://roaslien.blogspot.com/2009/02/coca-cola-enjoy.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3342907346193194027/posts/default/6993188878485760088'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3342907346193194027/posts/default/6993188878485760088'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://roaslien.blogspot.com/2009/02/coca-cola-enjoy.html' title='Coca-cola, enjoy!'/><author><name>Rozie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13700133501041156486</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jNtJSkKd3ak/SmazX0GMeYI/AAAAAAAAAHc/9Ci5tCeOqBA/S220/5333_226820975116_749085116_7684305_5704508_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3342907346193194027.post-3066386478341448376</id><published>2009-02-25T19:46:00.003+11:00</published><updated>2009-02-25T19:49:46.158+11:00</updated><title type='text'>Create</title><content type='html'>Today was godly. Had a heart to heart conversation with michael at like 5-7pm something along those lines LOL.. great bonding session.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;RICHIE IS GAY GAY GAY GAY GAY GAY LOLOLOLOLOLOL soz and gina i will remember to buy you lots and lots of merch. when i get a prepaid visa card and buy you shit for your birthday :]&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;michael @ DDR was epic&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;white boys suck LOL.  but you'll own someday.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;LUNA PARK ON SATURDAY BITCHES~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Can't wait :)  &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;happy face!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3342907346193194027-3066386478341448376?l=roaslien.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://roaslien.blogspot.com/feeds/3066386478341448376/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://roaslien.blogspot.com/2009/02/create.html#comment-form' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3342907346193194027/posts/default/3066386478341448376'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3342907346193194027/posts/default/3066386478341448376'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://roaslien.blogspot.com/2009/02/create.html' title='Create'/><author><name>Rozie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13700133501041156486</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jNtJSkKd3ak/SmazX0GMeYI/AAAAAAAAAHc/9Ci5tCeOqBA/S220/5333_226820975116_749085116_7684305_5704508_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3342907346193194027.post-4456654233298212689</id><published>2009-02-24T19:45:00.002+11:00</published><updated>2009-02-24T19:50:10.582+11:00</updated><title type='text'>about:blank</title><content type='html'>I drank milk and it reminded me of you.&lt;div&gt;Mum cooked food and it had green veggies and it reminded me of you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I had a dream and it reminded me of you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I got some retarded spam email and it reminded me of you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I got offered smokes and I rejected them cause I thought of you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;anddd&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I wanted to buy a shirt and it reminded me of you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I bought that shirt.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3342907346193194027-4456654233298212689?l=roaslien.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://roaslien.blogspot.com/feeds/4456654233298212689/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://roaslien.blogspot.com/2009/02/aboutblank.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3342907346193194027/posts/default/4456654233298212689'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3342907346193194027/posts/default/4456654233298212689'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://roaslien.blogspot.com/2009/02/aboutblank.html' title='about:blank'/><author><name>Rozie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13700133501041156486</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jNtJSkKd3ak/SmazX0GMeYI/AAAAAAAAAHc/9Ci5tCeOqBA/S220/5333_226820975116_749085116_7684305_5704508_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3342907346193194027.post-4725937053933508</id><published>2009-02-24T17:46:00.001+11:00</published><updated>2009-02-24T17:50:33.042+11:00</updated><title type='text'>Interesting spam emails.</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;&lt;b style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="LINE-HEIGHT: normal;font-family:Comic Sans MS;font-size:7;color:aqua;"&gt;&lt;span style="  ;font-family:'Comic Sans MS';font-size:36pt;color:aqua;"&gt;PRETTY FUNNY  THAT YOU OPENED THIS BECAUSE...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;b style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="LINE-HEIGHT: normal;font-family:Comic Sans MS;font-size:7;color:aqua;"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold;   font-family:'Comic Sans MS';font-size:36pt;color:aqua;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;&lt;b style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;&lt;span style="LINE-HEIGHT: normal;font-family:Comic Sans MS;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:'Comic Sans MS';"&gt;in the next seven days you  will:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="LINE-HEIGHT: normal;font-family:Comic Sans MS;font-size:7;"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold;  font-family:'Comic Sans MS';font-size:36pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;&lt;b style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;&lt;span style="LINE-HEIGHT: normal;font-family:Comic Sans MS;color:#444444;"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(68,68,68); font-family:'Comic Sans MS';"&gt;1.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;strong style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;&lt;b style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;&lt;span style="LINE-HEIGHT: normal;font-family:Comic Sans MS;font-size:7;color:#444444;"&gt;&lt;span style=" COLOR: rgb(68,68,68); font-family:'Comic Sans MS';font-size:36pt;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;&lt;b style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;&lt;span style="LINE-HEIGHT: normal;font-family:Comic Sans MS;font-size:7;color:purple;"&gt;&lt;span style="  ;font-family:'Comic Sans MS';font-size:36pt;color:purple;"&gt;Have  someone fall &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;&lt;b style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;&lt;span style="LINE-HEIGHT: normal;font-family:Comic Sans MS;font-size:7;color:fuchsia;"&gt;&lt;span style="  ;font-family:'Comic Sans MS';font-size:36pt;color:fuchsia;"&gt;in  love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;&lt;b style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;&lt;span style="LINE-HEIGHT: normal;font-family:Comic Sans MS;font-size:7;color:#444444;"&gt;&lt;span style=" COLOR: rgb(68,68,68); font-family:'Comic Sans MS';font-size:36pt;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;&lt;b style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;&lt;span style="LINE-HEIGHT: normal;font-family:Comic Sans MS;font-size:7;color:purple;"&gt;&lt;span style="  ;font-family:'Comic Sans MS';font-size:36pt;color:purple;"&gt;with  you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;b style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;&lt;span style="LINE-HEIGHT: normal;font-family:Comic Sans MS;font-size:7;"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold;  font-family:'Comic Sans MS';font-size:36pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="LINE-HEIGHT: normal;font-family:Comic Sans MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style=" ;font-family:'Comic Sans MS';font-size:10pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;strong style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;&lt;b style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="LINE-HEIGHT: normal;font-family:Comic Sans MS;font-size:7;color:#444444;"&gt;&lt;span style=" COLOR: rgb(68,68,68); font-family:'Comic Sans MS';font-size:36pt;"&gt;2.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;&lt;b style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;&lt;span style="LINE-HEIGHT: normal;font-family:Comic Sans MS;font-size:7;color:#444444;"&gt;&lt;span style=" COLOR: rgb(68,68,68); font-family:'Comic Sans MS';font-size:36pt;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;&lt;b style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="LINE-HEIGHT: normal;font-family:Comic Sans MS;font-size:7;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;span style=" COLOR: rgb(255,102,0); font-family:'Comic Sans MS';font-size:36pt;"&gt;Find&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;&lt;b style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="LINE-HEIGHT: normal;font-family:Comic Sans MS;font-size:7;"&gt;&lt;span style=" ;font-family:'Comic Sans MS';font-size:36pt;"&gt; &lt;span style="LINE-HEIGHT: normal;color:green;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:green;"&gt;20.00 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="LINE-HEIGHT: normal;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,102,0)"&gt;on the  ground&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="LINE-HEIGHT: normal;font-family:Comic Sans MS;font-size:85%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;span style=" COLOR: rgb(255,102,0); font-family:'Comic Sans MS';font-size:10pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="LINE-HEIGHT: normal;font-family:Comic Sans MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style=" ;font-family:'Comic Sans MS';font-size:10pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;strong style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;&lt;b style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="LINE-HEIGHT: normal;font-family:Comic Sans MS;font-size:7;color:#444444;"&gt;&lt;span style=" COLOR: rgb(68,68,68); font-family:'Comic Sans MS';font-size:36pt;"&gt;3.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;&lt;b style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;&lt;span style="LINE-HEIGHT: normal;font-family:Comic Sans MS;font-size:7;color:#444444;"&gt;&lt;span style=" COLOR: rgb(68,68,68); font-family:'Comic Sans MS';font-size:36pt;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;&lt;b style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="LINE-HEIGHT: normal;font-family:Comic Sans MS;font-size:7;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;span style=" COLOR: rgb(255,204,0); font-family:'Comic Sans MS';font-size:36pt;"&gt;Go  out with the person you like&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="LINE-HEIGHT: normal;font-family:Comic Sans MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style=" ;font-family:'Comic Sans MS';font-size:10pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;strong style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;&lt;b style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="LINE-HEIGHT: normal;font-family:Comic Sans MS;font-size:7;color:#444444;"&gt;&lt;span style=" COLOR: rgb(68,68,68);font-size:36pt;"&gt;4.  Your &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;&lt;b style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="LINE-HEIGHT: normal;font-family:Comic Sans MS;font-size:7;color:#cc99ff;"&gt;&lt;span style=" COLOR: rgb(204,153,255); font-family:'Comic Sans MS';font-size:36pt;"&gt;best  friend &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;&lt;b style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="LINE-HEIGHT: normal;font-family:Comic Sans MS;font-size:7;color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;span style=" COLOR: rgb(51,51,153); font-family:'Comic Sans MS';font-size:36pt;"&gt;will  get you a really nice gift&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;b style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="LINE-HEIGHT: normal;font-family:Comic Sans MS;font-size:7;"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold;  font-family:'Comic Sans MS';font-size:36pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;&lt;b style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;&lt;span style="LINE-HEIGHT: normal;font-family:Comic Sans MS;color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(153,51,0); font-family:'Comic Sans MS';"&gt;BUT...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;&lt;b style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;&lt;span style="LINE-HEIGHT: normal;font-family:Comic Sans MS;color:lime;"&gt;&lt;span style=" ;font-family:'Comic Sans MS';color:lime;"&gt;first you will have to repost  this with this title&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;strong style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;&lt;b style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;&lt;span style="LINE-HEIGHT: normal;font-family:Comic Sans MS;font-size:7;color:teal;"&gt;&lt;span style="  ;font-family:'Comic Sans MS';font-size:36pt;color:teal;"&gt;:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;b style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;&lt;span style="LINE-HEIGHT: normal;font-family:Comic Sans MS;font-size:7;color:teal;"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold;   font-family:'Comic Sans MS';font-size:36pt;color:teal;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;&lt;span style="LINE-HEIGHT: normal;font-family:Comic Sans MS;font-size:7;"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold;  font-family:'Comic Sans MS';font-size:36pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;&lt;b style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;&lt;span style="LINE-HEIGHT: normal;font-family:Comic Sans MS;color:#ff0080;"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,0,128); font-family:'Comic Sans MS';"&gt;IM moving to (a  random place)!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="color: rgb(255, 0, 128);   font-weight: bold;font-family:'Comic Sans MS';font-size:48px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 0, 153);"&gt;oh i wonder.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 0, 153);"&gt;I have found $20 on the floor.. of my room HAHHAAHA DOES THAT COUNT?!?!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3342907346193194027-4725937053933508?l=roaslien.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://roaslien.blogspot.com/feeds/4725937053933508/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://roaslien.blogspot.com/2009/02/pretty-funny-that-you-opened-this.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3342907346193194027/posts/default/4725937053933508'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3342907346193194027/posts/default/4725937053933508'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://roaslien.blogspot.com/2009/02/pretty-funny-that-you-opened-this.html' title='Interesting spam emails.'/><author><name>Rozie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13700133501041156486</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jNtJSkKd3ak/SmazX0GMeYI/AAAAAAAAAHc/9Ci5tCeOqBA/S220/5333_226820975116_749085116_7684305_5704508_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3342907346193194027.post-4811584094735721604</id><published>2009-02-24T07:52:00.002+11:00</published><updated>2009-02-24T07:55:40.668+11:00</updated><title type='text'>Serendipity.</title><content type='html'>These two days have been the most interesting. :)&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Think&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Am&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;In&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-gigglez-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;failed english today. and mathematics but i have a different feeling about maths this time LOL. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;NOTE TO SELF: GET SUBJECT CHANGE SHEETS SIGNED!!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;(forgot like 4 times and they were due a week ago LOL.. woopz.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 10px; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 10px; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 10px; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 10px; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 10px; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0); font-weight: bold; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;HAPPIEST FACE.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3342907346193194027-4811584094735721604?l=roaslien.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://roaslien.blogspot.com/feeds/4811584094735721604/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://roaslien.blogspot.com/2009/02/serendipity.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3342907346193194027/posts/default/4811584094735721604'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3342907346193194027/posts/default/4811584094735721604'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://roaslien.blogspot.com/2009/02/serendipity.html' title='Serendipity.'/><author><name>Rozie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13700133501041156486</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jNtJSkKd3ak/SmazX0GMeYI/AAAAAAAAAHc/9Ci5tCeOqBA/S220/5333_226820975116_749085116_7684305_5704508_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3342907346193194027.post-1925430276521641394</id><published>2009-02-22T23:54:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2009-02-23T00:58:38.592+11:00</updated><title type='text'>About a girl</title><content type='html'>I met a boy.  Love at first sight .________.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3342907346193194027-1925430276521641394?l=roaslien.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://roaslien.blogspot.com/feeds/1925430276521641394/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://roaslien.blogspot.com/2009/02/about-girl.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3342907346193194027/posts/default/1925430276521641394'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3342907346193194027/posts/default/1925430276521641394'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://roaslien.blogspot.com/2009/02/about-girl.html' title='About a girl'/><author><name>Rozie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13700133501041156486</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jNtJSkKd3ak/SmazX0GMeYI/AAAAAAAAAHc/9Ci5tCeOqBA/S220/5333_226820975116_749085116_7684305_5704508_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3342907346193194027.post-2310589704337397918</id><published>2009-02-21T14:16:00.002+11:00</published><updated>2009-02-21T14:20:01.148+11:00</updated><title type='text'>Insatiable</title><content type='html'>I have been depressed for the past week. Yes, week. Listening to Darren Hayes' song ''Insatiable'' continuously it has an itunes count of 1142. How overly depressing. This past week I've met people that actually understand me, and know what i'm going through because they're going through the same thing too. We help each other with problems. It's a win, win situation.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Found out who that guy was that I kept randomly pointing out and yelling ''YOUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUU''&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;apparently his name is richie.   another otaku added to the list. fairly pretty too.  -cackles-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;3&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3342907346193194027-2310589704337397918?l=roaslien.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://roaslien.blogspot.com/feeds/2310589704337397918/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://roaslien.blogspot.com/2009/02/insatiable.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3342907346193194027/posts/default/2310589704337397918'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3342907346193194027/posts/default/2310589704337397918'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://roaslien.blogspot.com/2009/02/insatiable.html' title='Insatiable'/><author><name>Rozie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13700133501041156486</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jNtJSkKd3ak/SmazX0GMeYI/AAAAAAAAAHc/9Ci5tCeOqBA/S220/5333_226820975116_749085116_7684305_5704508_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3342907346193194027.post-6375261034280488149</id><published>2009-02-21T14:07:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2009-02-21T14:09:15.081+11:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jNtJSkKd3ak/SZ9wQJKjf-I/AAAAAAAAAEc/Vi4ngTmOO3Y/s1600-h/Image147.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jNtJSkKd3ak/SZ9wQJKjf-I/AAAAAAAAAEc/Vi4ngTmOO3Y/s400/Image147.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5305082308706140130" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The famous Bibisn.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;feat.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Roaslien.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3342907346193194027-6375261034280488149?l=roaslien.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://roaslien.blogspot.com/feeds/6375261034280488149/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://roaslien.blogspot.com/2009/02/famous-bibisn.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3342907346193194027/posts/default/6375261034280488149'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3342907346193194027/posts/default/6375261034280488149'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://roaslien.blogspot.com/2009/02/famous-bibisn.html' title=''/><author><name>Rozie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13700133501041156486</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jNtJSkKd3ak/SmazX0GMeYI/AAAAAAAAAHc/9Ci5tCeOqBA/S220/5333_226820975116_749085116_7684305_5704508_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jNtJSkKd3ak/SZ9wQJKjf-I/AAAAAAAAAEc/Vi4ngTmOO3Y/s72-c/Image147.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3342907346193194027.post-1476746503058140911</id><published>2009-02-21T13:19:00.001+11:00</published><updated>2009-02-21T13:23:34.315+11:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jNtJSkKd3ak/SZ9liaN2NHI/AAAAAAAAAEI/-O1i_sZDy4g/s1600-h/LOL.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 264px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jNtJSkKd3ak/SZ9liaN2NHI/AAAAAAAAAEI/-O1i_sZDy4g/s400/LOL.bmp" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5305070527893091442" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3342907346193194027-1476746503058140911?l=roaslien.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://roaslien.blogspot.com/feeds/1476746503058140911/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://roaslien.blogspot.com/2009/02/blog-post.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3342907346193194027/posts/default/1476746503058140911'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3342907346193194027/posts/default/1476746503058140911'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://roaslien.blogspot.com/2009/02/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>Rozie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13700133501041156486</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jNtJSkKd3ak/SmazX0GMeYI/AAAAAAAAAHc/9Ci5tCeOqBA/S220/5333_226820975116_749085116_7684305_5704508_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jNtJSkKd3ak/SZ9liaN2NHI/AAAAAAAAAEI/-O1i_sZDy4g/s72-c/LOL.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3342907346193194027.post-5544449529403909738</id><published>2009-02-18T22:13:00.003+11:00</published><updated>2009-02-18T23:09:33.119+11:00</updated><title type='text'>Day @ rozie's</title><content type='html'>Michael came over my house after school. We went maccas before him coming over. It was nice :)&lt;div&gt;Then he came over and klara called and i think he wanted to watch porn cause he was on my laptop with the page open and then like.. mum came home so yeah LOL..  gg.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;uhm.... apparently jlo wants to have sexy time. you know who you are LOL :) PERFECT HEIGHT BABY.  LOL :))))))))!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I talked to Warren today. I missed warren. Warren went to watch the lawn bowls. I hope Warren had fun. Love you Warren. LOL.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;still fixing that novel i'm writing. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Opening paragraph:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"I lay down in bed, restless, heavy; motionless. Screaming internally with emotions I’ve never felt before. Screaming infidelities that I’ve never come across, sweltering under the heat of that electric blanket that was carelessly placed under the Christmas tree, but I break the silence of my thoughts by planning out what I was going to do tomorrow; it was the first day at yet another new school and I hope I’d never make another friend, ever."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3342907346193194027-5544449529403909738?l=roaslien.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://roaslien.blogspot.com/feeds/5544449529403909738/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://roaslien.blogspot.com/2009/02/day-rozies.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3342907346193194027/posts/default/5544449529403909738'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3342907346193194027/posts/default/5544449529403909738'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://roaslien.blogspot.com/2009/02/day-rozies.html' title='Day @ rozie&apos;s'/><author><name>Rozie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13700133501041156486</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jNtJSkKd3ak/SmazX0GMeYI/AAAAAAAAAHc/9Ci5tCeOqBA/S220/5333_226820975116_749085116_7684305_5704508_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3342907346193194027.post-6625531590460464696</id><published>2009-02-16T21:54:00.002+11:00</published><updated>2009-02-16T22:01:31.412+11:00</updated><title type='text'>DDR @ timezone</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.bornrich.org/images/dancing-arcade_12.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 365px; height: 400px;" src="http://www.bornrich.org/images/dancing-arcade_12.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Mann.. work was so fun today. Dunno why. Maybe cause I was working with the greatest workmates there can be. &lt;div&gt;Antonia, that sick bitch.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Fiona, another sick bitch.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Dave, LOL... never talks.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and jake&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-makes funny voice-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*JAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAKEEE*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;naw jakey :)*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;this is what jake did..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*+*+*PEWPEWPEW noise*+*+*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-makes typing moves in air-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;LOLOL so funnyyyyyyy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;anyways, i gave so much free shit out today, today i was in a good mood. So yeah. I dunno.. anywho. After work Antonia and I went to Timezone and jakey followed us and then yeah. LOL he was watching us DDR.    DDR  was tiring. I swear I should do that everyday. Lose alot of weight LOL.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Life ambition:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;When I grow up to be a ripe age of 68, i want to fail my driving test 771 times, and make my kid 40 years late for netball practise.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3342907346193194027-6625531590460464696?l=roaslien.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://roaslien.blogspot.com/feeds/6625531590460464696/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://roaslien.blogspot.com/2009/02/ddr-timezone.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3342907346193194027/posts/default/6625531590460464696'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3342907346193194027/posts/default/6625531590460464696'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://roaslien.blogspot.com/2009/02/ddr-timezone.html' title='DDR @ timezone'/><author><name>Rozie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13700133501041156486</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jNtJSkKd3ak/SmazX0GMeYI/AAAAAAAAAHc/9Ci5tCeOqBA/S220/5333_226820975116_749085116_7684305_5704508_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3342907346193194027.post-2585597312947548586</id><published>2009-02-14T15:15:00.003+11:00</published><updated>2009-02-14T15:39:33.598+11:00</updated><title type='text'>Over the edge.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; font-family: verdana; font-size: 12px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;I’m here at the crossroad. I got my life as heading, man I don’t know. Should I stay or should I go. Cause anything is better than what I’ve been through. What I would get to get a sign from up above, letting me know that everything would be okay. I wish someone would pull me off from out of the mud. When anyone out there say to me. I'm here, for you. Don’t worry, cause I got you. Don’t trip, don’t stress. My life seems to be headed over the edge. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; font-family: verdana; font-size: 12px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; font-family: verdana; font-size: 12px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Now everyday that goes by. I see things that will make another man cry. &lt;br /&gt;I'm sitting wondering why. I can't find that someone to fit in my life. See I was searching, but am I worth it? And did they ever think I’m good enough for her. Despite my suffering, I felt the loving, &lt;br /&gt;The blessing came when I needed it the most. And that's the sign that I received from up above. Letting me know that everything will be okay. And she was that someone to pull me out of the mud &lt;br /&gt;And also was the one that said to me; I'm here, for you. Don’t worry, cause I got you. Don’t trip, don’t stress. My life seems to be headed over the edge.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; font-family: verdana; font-size: 12px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; font-family: verdana; font-size: 12px;"&gt;No matter, no matter how far you fall now, you gotta you gotta be ready to stand up, I've been through the same things you're going through now, but you gotta believe in me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; font-family: verdana; font-size: 12px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; font-family: verdana; font-size: 12px;"&gt;I'm here, for you. Don’t worry, cause I got you. Don’t trip, don’t stress. My life seems to be headed over the edge.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3342907346193194027-2585597312947548586?l=roaslien.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://roaslien.blogspot.com/feeds/2585597312947548586/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://roaslien.blogspot.com/2009/02/over-edge.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3342907346193194027/posts/default/2585597312947548586'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3342907346193194027/posts/default/2585597312947548586'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://roaslien.blogspot.com/2009/02/over-edge.html' title='Over the edge.'/><author><name>Rozie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13700133501041156486</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jNtJSkKd3ak/SmazX0GMeYI/AAAAAAAAAHc/9Ci5tCeOqBA/S220/5333_226820975116_749085116_7684305_5704508_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3342907346193194027.post-6216555502565752730</id><published>2009-02-14T02:25:00.002+11:00</published><updated>2009-02-14T02:34:28.539+11:00</updated><title type='text'>Bonded feelings and loose change.</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;It's valentines day. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;i'm&lt;/span&gt; working. Man my foot is itchy but I refuse to touch it purely because I hate feet. Even my own. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Ummmmmmmmmmmm&lt;/span&gt;... sad face.       ~ Still sad faced though &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;i'm&lt;/span&gt; happy faced when I talk to you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I wish humans &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;didnt&lt;/span&gt; have feelings. Everyone, and I mean everyone would be equal. There wouldn't be need for the civil war in America, and the need to cause secession throughout that particular country. Anyway fuck history. My feelings is that I don't care. LOL. I have just reached lvl: infinite, where I have countless naked chicks surrounding me, loads of chocolate, and I swim [let me remind you I can't swim] in a pool of champagne.  SHAM-PAG-NAE.  Hooray for Futurama.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anywho, i'm just down. Don't ask me why. And I have a toothache. On what tooth? I don't know.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A tooth, all teeth I think, possibly. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Let me conjure up something profound.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;"A toothache is like a heartache. It appears sometimes, and when it does, it hurts with all its might. But when it's gone. You're happy. You treat yourself. You eat.''&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3342907346193194027-6216555502565752730?l=roaslien.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://roaslien.blogspot.com/feeds/6216555502565752730/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://roaslien.blogspot.com/2009/02/bonded-feelings-and-loose-change.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3342907346193194027/posts/default/6216555502565752730'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3342907346193194027/posts/default/6216555502565752730'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://roaslien.blogspot.com/2009/02/bonded-feelings-and-loose-change.html' title='Bonded feelings and loose change.'/><author><name>Rozie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13700133501041156486</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jNtJSkKd3ak/SmazX0GMeYI/AAAAAAAAAHc/9Ci5tCeOqBA/S220/5333_226820975116_749085116_7684305_5704508_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3342907346193194027.post-9188304712828855</id><published>2009-02-13T08:04:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2009-02-13T08:06:04.994+11:00</updated><title type='text'>Note to self:</title><content type='html'>SOR2 homework, due &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;monday&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;div&gt;Biology - catch up, due &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;monday&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mathematics - catch up, due &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;monday&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;English - essay which is due &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;today&lt;/span&gt; might i add. So I'm fucked.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;History - due &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;today&lt;/span&gt;, fucked again.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3342907346193194027-9188304712828855?l=roaslien.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://roaslien.blogspot.com/feeds/9188304712828855/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://roaslien.blogspot.com/2009/02/note-to-self.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3342907346193194027/posts/default/9188304712828855'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3342907346193194027/posts/default/9188304712828855'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://roaslien.blogspot.com/2009/02/note-to-self.html' title='Note to self:'/><author><name>Rozie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13700133501041156486</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jNtJSkKd3ak/SmazX0GMeYI/AAAAAAAAAHc/9Ci5tCeOqBA/S220/5333_226820975116_749085116_7684305_5704508_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3342907346193194027.post-8550338385348863485</id><published>2009-02-13T07:57:00.001+11:00</published><updated>2009-02-13T07:58:57.655+11:00</updated><title type='text'>Incorrect school uniform = infringement.</title><content type='html'>MUFTI DAY TODAY... &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;fark&lt;/span&gt; man &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;LOL&lt;/span&gt;.. its like social suicide. I wonder if josh is coming to school today :(&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;M&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;ight&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;U&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;F&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;reaking&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;T&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;ry&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;ce&lt;/span&gt;-cream?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;a lame acrostic poem, I know.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3342907346193194027-8550338385348863485?l=roaslien.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://roaslien.blogspot.com/feeds/8550338385348863485/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://roaslien.blogspot.com/2009/02/incorrect-school-uniform-infringement.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3342907346193194027/posts/default/8550338385348863485'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3342907346193194027/posts/default/8550338385348863485'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://roaslien.blogspot.com/2009/02/incorrect-school-uniform-infringement.html' title='Incorrect school uniform = infringement.'/><author><name>Rozie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13700133501041156486</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jNtJSkKd3ak/SmazX0GMeYI/AAAAAAAAAHc/9Ci5tCeOqBA/S220/5333_226820975116_749085116_7684305_5704508_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3342907346193194027.post-8661748260673943993</id><published>2009-02-12T22:24:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2009-02-12T22:36:56.828+11:00</updated><title type='text'>Defying all odds.</title><content type='html'>Man. Today has been such a full on day. Abit emotional for me. I've come home and started crying. I told mum about what happened and started crying. I'm probably still crying. Man i'm so stupid. :( &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;  I'm packed with homework. Two unit religion is a bitch and it's my first assessment at this gay senior school. Then comes music assessment, english essay, biology, mathematics and history homework.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;  I got a rose today!~  From Vivian :)     and i bought a bunch and gave them out, I wish I had more money, I needed to give everyone one :(       anywho viv started crying when i gave her the rose, tears of happiness or sadness i still am deciding. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;  I owned n.k in class today. yeah suck that bitch, fucking moron stealing my words. I didn't even steal your sentence, I just added onto it cause your small brain couldn't think any further than 5 words. BUT YOU FUCKING MORON JUST REWORDED WHAT I SAID. THATS THE SAME SHIT YOU FUCKING ASSHOLE WANKER SLUT WHORE SKANK SUCK MY FUCKING POLE YOU RETARD.                              so angry.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;  Anywho Valentines Day on sat. I'm working yay. Haven't got a valentine besides klara, would you really call that a valentine? LOL.. but anyway. sigh. 14/02 is such a depressing date.  always.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3342907346193194027-8661748260673943993?l=roaslien.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://roaslien.blogspot.com/feeds/8661748260673943993/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://roaslien.blogspot.com/2009/02/defying-all-odds.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3342907346193194027/posts/default/8661748260673943993'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3342907346193194027/posts/default/8661748260673943993'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://roaslien.blogspot.com/2009/02/defying-all-odds.html' title='Defying all odds.'/><author><name>Rozie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13700133501041156486</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jNtJSkKd3ak/SmazX0GMeYI/AAAAAAAAAHc/9Ci5tCeOqBA/S220/5333_226820975116_749085116_7684305_5704508_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3342907346193194027.post-2971414955026386724</id><published>2009-02-11T20:20:00.001+11:00</published><updated>2009-02-11T20:21:01.951+11:00</updated><title type='text'>SYTYCD</title><content type='html'>G'day. So you think you can dance is so emotional! I'm like watching people get chosen to be in the top 20 and i'm crying cause they're crying that they got in ITS SO SAD LOL..&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;fark. ;[&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3342907346193194027-2971414955026386724?l=roaslien.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://roaslien.blogspot.com/feeds/2971414955026386724/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://roaslien.blogspot.com/2009/02/sytycd.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3342907346193194027/posts/default/2971414955026386724'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3342907346193194027/posts/default/2971414955026386724'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://roaslien.blogspot.com/2009/02/sytycd.html' title='SYTYCD'/><author><name>Rozie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13700133501041156486</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jNtJSkKd3ak/SmazX0GMeYI/AAAAAAAAAHc/9Ci5tCeOqBA/S220/5333_226820975116_749085116_7684305_5704508_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3342907346193194027.post-7901478842531182578</id><published>2009-02-10T17:39:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2009-02-10T17:53:12.132+11:00</updated><title type='text'>The rising tied.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;HAI&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;BITCHEZZZZZZ&lt;/span&gt;!!!!!!!!!!11111 *+*+*+*&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;after getting verbally &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;assaulted&lt;/span&gt; by L&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;ebs&lt;/span&gt; last night, i find it in my greater interest to hunt them down and remove that hideous amount of makeup on their face. they remind me of the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Mona&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Lisa&lt;/span&gt;, only that they are fucking ugly. &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;OOGLAAAAAAAAAAYYY&lt;/span&gt;.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;i came 2&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;ND&lt;/span&gt; last in my mathematics test. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;Paulie&lt;/span&gt; said i was smart. smart my ass. fucking hell &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;LOL&lt;/span&gt;. I EVEN TRIED. I EVEN STUDIED and i still FAILED.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;                                           &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;FAILED... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;FAILEDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDD&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 24px; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;biggest fail ever. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;LOL&lt;/span&gt;. um what else. i have &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;a lot&lt;/span&gt; of homework to do. I have all this biology homework to catch up on cause i wasn't fucked to do it the first time, and i have um, studies of religion 2unit, and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;English&lt;/span&gt;. fuck man. i am dying.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Also i had the biggest sad realisation that valentines day was THIS SATURDAY. shit man I should keep track of dates of the month. I'm falling behind. I'll be valentine-less this year. what a first. i think its good :)    but.. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;LOL&lt;/span&gt;.. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;never mind&lt;/span&gt;. I won't continue. Nevertheless i also remembered that my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;bluetooth&lt;/span&gt; name is "Porn" so when people are searching.. they search for porn (Y)  its the ideal way to get a person thinking.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Song of the Day:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I'll Be Over You - Toto&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;An oldschool song, yes but it relates.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3342907346193194027-7901478842531182578?l=roaslien.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://roaslien.blogspot.com/feeds/7901478842531182578/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://roaslien.blogspot.com/2009/02/rising-tied.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3342907346193194027/posts/default/7901478842531182578'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3342907346193194027/posts/default/7901478842531182578'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://roaslien.blogspot.com/2009/02/rising-tied.html' title='The rising tied.'/><author><name>Rozie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13700133501041156486</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jNtJSkKd3ak/SmazX0GMeYI/AAAAAAAAAHc/9Ci5tCeOqBA/S220/5333_226820975116_749085116_7684305_5704508_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3342907346193194027.post-425338476455337419</id><published>2009-02-09T22:05:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2009-02-09T22:12:40.581+11:00</updated><title type='text'>I cry a lonely night too often.</title><content type='html'>Man what the fuck. LOL..  after work today antonia and I went timezone to DDR. Came out so sweaty. LAWL. Let's see.. what can i relay on for today episode of rozie's life. .. I dunno. I did my homework. :L   I wish I could talk to you and say sorry :(     but fark man.. life's so hard for me. I had to pay for mums petrol LOL... sheesh. And i'm going luna park on saturday! (I think)&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;pee poo pee poo pee poo pee poo pee poo pee poo. LOL.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Let's finish this entry off with a quote from bash.org&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'courier new'; font-size: 13px; "&gt;[MooseOnDaLoose] Hey Mike&lt;br /&gt;[goatboy] what?&lt;br /&gt;[MooseOnDaLoose] Pussy.&lt;br /&gt;[goatboy] er?&lt;br /&gt;[MooseOnDaLoose] Pussy.&lt;br /&gt;[goatboy] and?&lt;br /&gt;[MooseOnDaLoose] Pussy.&lt;br /&gt;[goatboy] ...&lt;br /&gt;[MooseOnDaLoose] Pussy.&lt;br /&gt;[goatboy] i dont get it&lt;br /&gt;[MooseOnDaLoose] AND YOU NEVER WILL.&lt;br /&gt;[goatboy] bastard&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3342907346193194027-425338476455337419?l=roaslien.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://roaslien.blogspot.com/feeds/425338476455337419/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://roaslien.blogspot.com/2009/02/i-cry-lonely-night-too-often.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3342907346193194027/posts/default/425338476455337419'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3342907346193194027/posts/default/425338476455337419'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://roaslien.blogspot.com/2009/02/i-cry-lonely-night-too-often.html' title='I cry a lonely night too often.'/><author><name>Rozie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13700133501041156486</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jNtJSkKd3ak/SmazX0GMeYI/AAAAAAAAAHc/9Ci5tCeOqBA/S220/5333_226820975116_749085116_7684305_5704508_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3342907346193194027.post-2852282000370097551</id><published>2009-02-08T21:24:00.001+11:00</published><updated>2009-02-08T21:26:45.899+11:00</updated><title type='text'>Chucky~</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jNtJSkKd3ak/SY6zCl9mYCI/AAAAAAAAADg/97G1U1MWSQ8/s1600-h/chucky.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 382px; height: 388px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jNtJSkKd3ak/SY6zCl9mYCI/AAAAAAAAADg/97G1U1MWSQ8/s400/chucky.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300370668593242146" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'd so give birth to this sexy &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;ranga&lt;/span&gt; baby with freckles, a little nose, blue eyes and this huge widows peak on his head LOL... or maybe its plucked too, just like his eyebrows.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Gotta give it to rangas, they're sexy as.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3342907346193194027-2852282000370097551?l=roaslien.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://roaslien.blogspot.com/feeds/2852282000370097551/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://roaslien.blogspot.com/2009/02/chucky.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3342907346193194027/posts/default/2852282000370097551'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3342907346193194027/posts/default/2852282000370097551'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://roaslien.blogspot.com/2009/02/chucky.html' title='Chucky~'/><author><name>Rozie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13700133501041156486</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jNtJSkKd3ak/SmazX0GMeYI/AAAAAAAAAHc/9Ci5tCeOqBA/S220/5333_226820975116_749085116_7684305_5704508_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jNtJSkKd3ak/SY6zCl9mYCI/AAAAAAAAADg/97G1U1MWSQ8/s72-c/chucky.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3342907346193194027.post-1090439972029238688</id><published>2009-02-08T20:26:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2009-02-08T20:28:33.837+11:00</updated><title type='text'>Rejecting the status quo.</title><content type='html'>I want my free laptop already. What happened to our agreement K. Rudd. Don't let us down. I'm sick of writing out heaps of worthless study notes. Typing it out is way better. It's faster and efficient and saves you from fucking going to K-Mart or Big W or the newsagent and buying some shit liquid paper that would probably explode like ink exploding in a pen. Hah.. what a simile. Man I should move up to advanced english. English is too easy for me. Our topics are too easy. And I am already familiar with the works.  Sigh.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3342907346193194027-1090439972029238688?l=roaslien.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://roaslien.blogspot.com/feeds/1090439972029238688/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://roaslien.blogspot.com/2009/02/rejecting-status-quo.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3342907346193194027/posts/default/1090439972029238688'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3342907346193194027/posts/default/1090439972029238688'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://roaslien.blogspot.com/2009/02/rejecting-status-quo.html' title='Rejecting the status quo.'/><author><name>Rozie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13700133501041156486</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jNtJSkKd3ak/SmazX0GMeYI/AAAAAAAAAHc/9Ci5tCeOqBA/S220/5333_226820975116_749085116_7684305_5704508_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3342907346193194027.post-8414285344919786032</id><published>2009-02-08T18:52:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2009-02-08T18:53:23.370+11:00</updated><title type='text'>Epic fucking fail.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;kmvk says:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*LOL whats the question&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;一` rozie;  _rejecting the status quo. says:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;* 29^3 - 38 x 56&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;kmvk says:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*im out&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;一` rozie;  _rejecting the status quo. says:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*LOLOLOLOL&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;kmvk says:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*fucking asain's being smart and being in smart classes&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;一` rozie;  _rejecting the status quo. says:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*im in general maths LOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOL&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3342907346193194027-8414285344919786032?l=roaslien.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://roaslien.blogspot.com/feeds/8414285344919786032/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://roaslien.blogspot.com/2009/02/epic-fucking-fail.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3342907346193194027/posts/default/8414285344919786032'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3342907346193194027/posts/default/8414285344919786032'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://roaslien.blogspot.com/2009/02/epic-fucking-fail.html' title='Epic fucking fail.'/><author><name>Rozie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13700133501041156486</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jNtJSkKd3ak/SmazX0GMeYI/AAAAAAAAAHc/9Ci5tCeOqBA/S220/5333_226820975116_749085116_7684305_5704508_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3342907346193194027.post-2966099548936268925</id><published>2009-02-08T16:57:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2009-02-08T17:00:04.365+11:00</updated><title type='text'>Hi my name is fool.</title><content type='html'>G'day. Another 40+ degree heat day today, woke up at 3:30 and wasted what could have been time doing homework. Special shoutout to Daniel, because it's his18th birthday today. Hooray!&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My lawd its so fuckn hot. liek fuck the heat is raping me. raaaaaaaaaape ;[[ extreme sad face!~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Rozie will end up spending February 14th Valentine-less.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3342907346193194027-2966099548936268925?l=roaslien.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://roaslien.blogspot.com/feeds/2966099548936268925/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://roaslien.blogspot.com/2009/02/hi-my-name-is-fool.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3342907346193194027/posts/default/2966099548936268925'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3342907346193194027/posts/default/2966099548936268925'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://roaslien.blogspot.com/2009/02/hi-my-name-is-fool.html' title='Hi my name is fool.'/><author><name>Rozie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13700133501041156486</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jNtJSkKd3ak/SmazX0GMeYI/AAAAAAAAAHc/9Ci5tCeOqBA/S220/5333_226820975116_749085116_7684305_5704508_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3342907346193194027.post-2935475682122713299</id><published>2009-02-06T16:53:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2009-02-06T17:01:49.208+11:00</updated><title type='text'>Picture perfect, pathetic.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jNtJSkKd3ak/SYvRsGGHAnI/AAAAAAAAADY/V7vRTkQnIU0/s1600-h/IMG_1872b.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jNtJSkKd3ak/SYvRsGGHAnI/AAAAAAAAADY/V7vRTkQnIU0/s400/IMG_1872b.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5299559942012207730" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I'd like to congratulate myself &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;on my great&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;photography skills, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;amp; superb editing skills.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I didn't even use photoshop.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Genius.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3342907346193194027-2935475682122713299?l=roaslien.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://roaslien.blogspot.com/feeds/2935475682122713299/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://roaslien.blogspot.com/2009/02/id-like-to-congratulate-myself-on-my.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3342907346193194027/posts/default/2935475682122713299'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3342907346193194027/posts/default/2935475682122713299'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://roaslien.blogspot.com/2009/02/id-like-to-congratulate-myself-on-my.html' title='Picture perfect, pathetic.'/><author><name>Rozie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13700133501041156486</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jNtJSkKd3ak/SmazX0GMeYI/AAAAAAAAAHc/9Ci5tCeOqBA/S220/5333_226820975116_749085116_7684305_5704508_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jNtJSkKd3ak/SYvRsGGHAnI/AAAAAAAAADY/V7vRTkQnIU0/s72-c/IMG_1872b.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3342907346193194027.post-6839717150186866424</id><published>2009-02-06T00:59:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2009-02-06T01:01:47.238+11:00</updated><title type='text'>Bleh.</title><content type='html'>I feel so bleh. Like work was bleh. But it was okay in the end but fuck man I feel bleh. Fucking bleh.&lt;div&gt;Mum's birthday today. It's 1am so today is the 6/2. Smiley face.     ":)"  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Had four sticks today. Yes I will call them sticks. Had one too many in my lifetime. :L&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3342907346193194027-6839717150186866424?l=roaslien.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://roaslien.blogspot.com/feeds/6839717150186866424/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://roaslien.blogspot.com/2009/02/bleh.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3342907346193194027/posts/default/6839717150186866424'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3342907346193194027/posts/default/6839717150186866424'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://roaslien.blogspot.com/2009/02/bleh.html' title='Bleh.'/><author><name>Rozie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13700133501041156486</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jNtJSkKd3ak/SmazX0GMeYI/AAAAAAAAAHc/9Ci5tCeOqBA/S220/5333_226820975116_749085116_7684305_5704508_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3342907346193194027.post-4057194603472219364</id><published>2009-02-04T21:42:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2009-02-04T21:46:21.577+11:00</updated><title type='text'>School photos</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold; "&gt;ITS FUCKING TOMORROW WHAT THE FUCK LOL.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" font-weight: bold;font-size:24px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:10px;"&gt;I'm so not prepared to have my photo taken with a bunch of guys. Who knows, the could wank over them before they go to bed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:10px;"&gt;That though is highly disturbing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:10px;"&gt;LOLOLOLOL..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3342907346193194027-4057194603472219364?l=roaslien.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://roaslien.blogspot.com/feeds/4057194603472219364/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://roaslien.blogspot.com/2009/02/school-photos.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3342907346193194027/posts/default/4057194603472219364'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3342907346193194027/posts/default/4057194603472219364'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://roaslien.blogspot.com/2009/02/school-photos.html' title='School photos'/><author><name>Rozie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13700133501041156486</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jNtJSkKd3ak/SmazX0GMeYI/AAAAAAAAAHc/9Ci5tCeOqBA/S220/5333_226820975116_749085116_7684305_5704508_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3342907346193194027.post-2932666029172420719</id><published>2009-02-03T22:08:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2009-02-03T22:12:48.929+11:00</updated><title type='text'>Todays sunrise, tomorrow's application.</title><content type='html'>Hey guys. I know many of you &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;perve&lt;/span&gt; on my page so I'd like to say hello. Just finished my shitload of homework and I'm out to do the usual, watch some &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;anime&lt;/span&gt;, porn... not &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;anime&lt;/span&gt; porn you fuckers.&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;LOL&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But guise. I have work tomorrow. Sad face. And and and I love &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;shaun&lt;/span&gt;. Maybe 'cause his a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;level&lt;/span&gt; 95 in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Runescape&lt;/span&gt; which is pretty fucking depressing. But what's even more depressing is that I'm a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;level&lt;/span&gt; 52/82 &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;LOL&lt;/span&gt;.... and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;I'm&lt;/span&gt; a girl ;[   Not like half of R&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;unescape&lt;/span&gt; which is full of 12 year old nerdy white boys which talk about ''I WILL &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;PWN&lt;/span&gt; YOU ALL AT &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;PVP&lt;/span&gt;''..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;No one&lt;/span&gt; gives a flying fuck, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;LOL&lt;/span&gt;. fucking asshole retards. i bet they get boners over &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;Nikki&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;Webster&lt;/span&gt; singing "Strawberry Kisses" &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Die die die.  Angry face.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3342907346193194027-2932666029172420719?l=roaslien.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://roaslien.blogspot.com/feeds/2932666029172420719/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://roaslien.blogspot.com/2009/02/todays-sunrise-tomorrows-application.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3342907346193194027/posts/default/2932666029172420719'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3342907346193194027/posts/default/2932666029172420719'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://roaslien.blogspot.com/2009/02/todays-sunrise-tomorrows-application.html' title='Todays sunrise, tomorrow&apos;s application.'/><author><name>Rozie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13700133501041156486</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jNtJSkKd3ak/SmazX0GMeYI/AAAAAAAAAHc/9Ci5tCeOqBA/S220/5333_226820975116_749085116_7684305_5704508_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3342907346193194027.post-2070715979243997865</id><published>2009-02-03T18:46:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2009-02-03T18:47:22.251+11:00</updated><title type='text'>Newcomer</title><content type='html'>We welcome a newcomer to our group. Josh Lopez. That cutie. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3342907346193194027-2070715979243997865?l=roaslien.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://roaslien.blogspot.com/feeds/2070715979243997865/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://roaslien.blogspot.com/2009/02/newcomer.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3342907346193194027/posts/default/2070715979243997865'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3342907346193194027/posts/default/2070715979243997865'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://roaslien.blogspot.com/2009/02/newcomer.html' title='Newcomer'/><author><name>Rozie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13700133501041156486</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jNtJSkKd3ak/SmazX0GMeYI/AAAAAAAAAHc/9Ci5tCeOqBA/S220/5333_226820975116_749085116_7684305_5704508_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3342907346193194027.post-7913901978156426733</id><published>2009-02-01T22:58:00.001+11:00</published><updated>2009-02-01T23:00:45.735+11:00</updated><title type='text'>Sad face</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jNtJSkKd3ak/SYWOh7nxhGI/AAAAAAAAACg/gRHqx8fcmYg/s1600-h/Oh__It_Is_Love__by_little_pretty.png"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jNtJSkKd3ak/SYWOh7nxhGI/AAAAAAAAACg/gRHqx8fcmYg/s400/Oh__It_Is_Love__by_little_pretty.png" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297797250262598754" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Not all love stories have a happy ending.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3342907346193194027-7913901978156426733?l=roaslien.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://roaslien.blogspot.com/feeds/7913901978156426733/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://roaslien.blogspot.com/2009/02/sad-face.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3342907346193194027/posts/default/7913901978156426733'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3342907346193194027/posts/default/7913901978156426733'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://roaslien.blogspot.com/2009/02/sad-face.html' title='Sad face'/><author><name>Rozie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13700133501041156486</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jNtJSkKd3ak/SmazX0GMeYI/AAAAAAAAAHc/9Ci5tCeOqBA/S220/5333_226820975116_749085116_7684305_5704508_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jNtJSkKd3ak/SYWOh7nxhGI/AAAAAAAAACg/gRHqx8fcmYg/s72-c/Oh__It_Is_Love__by_little_pretty.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3342907346193194027.post-1045241107349352503</id><published>2009-02-01T22:36:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2009-02-01T22:44:52.717+11:00</updated><title type='text'>Exposé</title><content type='html'>I have feelings for him again. It's been almost three years since i've told him I loved him. I still do. I can't stop thinking about him. I get restless at night. I date other boys just so I don't think about him. I call other boys cute, and I distract myself, so I don't imagine his face in my head.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I love him. I love you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3342907346193194027-1045241107349352503?l=roaslien.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://roaslien.blogspot.com/feeds/1045241107349352503/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://roaslien.blogspot.com/2009/02/expose.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3342907346193194027/posts/default/1045241107349352503'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3342907346193194027/posts/default/1045241107349352503'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://roaslien.blogspot.com/2009/02/expose.html' title='Exposé'/><author><name>Rozie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13700133501041156486</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jNtJSkKd3ak/SmazX0GMeYI/AAAAAAAAAHc/9Ci5tCeOqBA/S220/5333_226820975116_749085116_7684305_5704508_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3342907346193194027.post-567548800350214681</id><published>2009-01-31T00:25:00.001+11:00</published><updated>2009-01-31T00:28:09.045+11:00</updated><title type='text'>Naruto shippuuden?</title><content type='html'>Where the fuck did naruto shippuuden go. Ever since they stopped putting the torrents up on www.dattebayo.com I have been extremely lonely because my source of weekly anime has been removed from me. Lately I have been recalling what anime episode I am up to and I can't remember. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sad face.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Apparently it's on other sites, i'll look into it. But they attempted to post Naruto Shippuuden 92 on dattebayo and the opening was there, yes, &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;BUT THE BASTARDS PUT SOME SHIT 5 YEAR OLD JAPANESE ANIME WHERE THERE WAS TALKING POLICE CARS THAT LOOKED LIKE THAT HONDA JAZZ AD. IT WAS FUCKED.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Angry face!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3342907346193194027-567548800350214681?l=roaslien.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://roaslien.blogspot.com/feeds/567548800350214681/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://roaslien.blogspot.com/2009/01/naruto-shippuuden.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3342907346193194027/posts/default/567548800350214681'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3342907346193194027/posts/default/567548800350214681'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://roaslien.blogspot.com/2009/01/naruto-shippuuden.html' title='Naruto shippuuden?'/><author><name>Rozie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13700133501041156486</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jNtJSkKd3ak/SmazX0GMeYI/AAAAAAAAAHc/9Ci5tCeOqBA/S220/5333_226820975116_749085116_7684305_5704508_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3342907346193194027.post-5915929678698478295</id><published>2009-01-30T18:13:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2009-01-30T18:19:02.852+11:00</updated><title type='text'>Pea.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jNtJSkKd3ak/SYKpeduIMLI/AAAAAAAAACY/riA16hkxTKo/s1600-h/Image034.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jNtJSkKd3ak/SYKpeduIMLI/AAAAAAAAACY/riA16hkxTKo/s400/Image034.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296982452580397234" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went to this party, it was a family friends party, and my daughter was there. She's not really my daughter, i'm only fifteen. But I act like i'm her mother. She burps and giggles so cutely, and I tell her to say excuse me, and she does. We walked around the house holding hands, and I fed her dinner. &lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Her name's Sophia.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I call her Pea.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;She's six!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;(And she's mine.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" font-weight: bold;font-size:24px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" font-weight: bold;font-size:24px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3342907346193194027-5915929678698478295?l=roaslien.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://roaslien.blogspot.com/feeds/5915929678698478295/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://roaslien.blogspot.com/2009/01/pea.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3342907346193194027/posts/default/5915929678698478295'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3342907346193194027/posts/default/5915929678698478295'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://roaslien.blogspot.com/2009/01/pea.html' title='Pea.'/><author><name>Rozie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13700133501041156486</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jNtJSkKd3ak/SmazX0GMeYI/AAAAAAAAAHc/9Ci5tCeOqBA/S220/5333_226820975116_749085116_7684305_5704508_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jNtJSkKd3ak/SYKpeduIMLI/AAAAAAAAACY/riA16hkxTKo/s72-c/Image034.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3342907346193194027.post-7651802210682536938</id><published>2009-01-30T18:10:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2009-01-30T18:20:56.447+11:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3342907346193194027-7651802210682536938?l=roaslien.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://roaslien.blogspot.com/feeds/7651802210682536938/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://roaslien.blogspot.com/2009/01/lets-hold-hands.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3342907346193194027/posts/default/7651802210682536938'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3342907346193194027/posts/default/7651802210682536938'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://roaslien.blogspot.com/2009/01/lets-hold-hands.html' title=''/><author><name>Rozie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13700133501041156486</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jNtJSkKd3ak/SmazX0GMeYI/AAAAAAAAAHc/9Ci5tCeOqBA/S220/5333_226820975116_749085116_7684305_5704508_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3342907346193194027.post-6246862093573200238</id><published>2009-01-28T19:22:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2009-01-28T19:28:27.344+11:00</updated><title type='text'>Darling, school has begun.</title><content type='html'>I hate to say this, school's retarded. Full of controversy, full of lovers that hate each other. &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;Controversial.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 24px; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;It's bad enough the first day, but two years. Fucking. Bleh. I need to change my subjects. I want to change my subjects. I want to drop out of school. School is gay. School is shit. School is a waste of my time. Because I know that I won't get to university. I know that my UAI will be under 80. And I know that I won't become a neurosurgeon.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Sad face.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3342907346193194027-6246862093573200238?l=roaslien.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://roaslien.blogspot.com/feeds/6246862093573200238/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://roaslien.blogspot.com/2009/01/darling-school-has-begun.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3342907346193194027/posts/default/6246862093573200238'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3342907346193194027/posts/default/6246862093573200238'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://roaslien.blogspot.com/2009/01/darling-school-has-begun.html' title='Darling, school has begun.'/><author><name>Rozie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13700133501041156486</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jNtJSkKd3ak/SmazX0GMeYI/AAAAAAAAAHc/9Ci5tCeOqBA/S220/5333_226820975116_749085116_7684305_5704508_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3342907346193194027.post-2931475758350888297</id><published>2009-01-04T13:50:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2009-01-04T13:55:16.021+11:00</updated><title type='text'>Robber fail.</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/clWjfQ_xeAQ&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/clWjfQ_xeAQ&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOLLLLLLLLLLLLLLL&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3342907346193194027-2931475758350888297?l=roaslien.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://roaslien.blogspot.com/feeds/2931475758350888297/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://roaslien.blogspot.com/2009/01/robber-fail.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3342907346193194027/posts/default/2931475758350888297'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3342907346193194027/posts/default/2931475758350888297'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://roaslien.blogspot.com/2009/01/robber-fail.html' title='Robber fail.'/><author><name>Rozie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13700133501041156486</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jNtJSkKd3ak/SmazX0GMeYI/AAAAAAAAAHc/9Ci5tCeOqBA/S220/5333_226820975116_749085116_7684305_5704508_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3342907346193194027.post-6834593010674024537</id><published>2009-01-04T12:58:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2009-01-04T13:38:14.371+11:00</updated><title type='text'>New Years.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jNtJSkKd3ak/SWAYWbU5VCI/AAAAAAAAACI/s_MdUVbdByM/s1600-h/Image020.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jNtJSkKd3ak/SWAYWbU5VCI/AAAAAAAAACI/s_MdUVbdByM/s400/Image020.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287252736104551458" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;They say that New Years is the time that people can let loose without any regrets, and that's something along the lines of what I did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went to the city with Klara; best friend who goes to my school, the parents; Mum &amp;amp; Dad, the sister; Caroline, and of course, yours truly, myself. I knew straight away that today was going to be somewhat a very interesting day from when there was those 8 or so drunk men who were sitting on the train, looking directly at me and Klara, and reeked of alcohol. They were sending me retarded images via Bluetooth which really annoyed the fuck out of me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One more thing I really hate besides coriander, [LOL] is &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;FEET&lt;/span&gt; they are the most disgusting things ever, and this one guy removed his sock, waved it around and then placed it back on his wet, smelly foot. That was about it, and I was on the verge of choking on my own breath cause I really wasn't fucked breathing anymore because it was just &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;that&lt;/span&gt; bad. So we moved away, down the steps of the top of the carriage and moved to the bottom. We were followed but hey, my parents were at each end and when those drunk fuckheads realised that they were my parents they eagerly backed away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So we landed at Circular Quay. The place where &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;everything&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;anything&lt;/span&gt; happened. Mum got ice cream and we moved towards the bridge. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;It was packed&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt; No doubt about that. Mum and dad got some good spots and Klara, Caroline and I moved towards the Rocks so that i could purchase some food because I was dying in my own hunger. We came back and it was time for the 9:00pm fireworks. It was not that bad, but it could have been better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These were the only fireworks that we could actually see, sitting down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next part....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Klara and I needed some glowsticks. We headed towards Circular Quay station and some guy tried picking me up, kinda short, latino and about 40. Gross.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Klara ran into her friends, Peter and Domy. They go to my school, and they wanted to get smashed. I on the other hand was looking for James. A friend of mine off an Internet game called &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Habbo.&lt;/span&gt; Domy gave me a smoke, and they went looking for places where you could find alcohol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They of course were underage. But hey, smoking too is underage.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I ran into James and he was the cutest thing ever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Peter and Domy wanted alcohol and James was with his mate who was 18 so James went looking for his mate in Maccas whilst the rest of us were outside. I had a smoke and James came out like WTF DONT SMOKE THAT so I gave half my smoke away and went looking for a convenience store so that I could place some chewies in my mouth and make it taste better. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;James is a good kisser, I have to admit. He's not even my boyfriend although we did some things that I wouldn't have done in a relationship in the first 1.5 hours of meeting up. LOL........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So we found some alleyway, reeked of urine, and it was a good place to drink some alcohol without being noticed by cops or shit like that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Klara hooked up with Peter and I hooked up with James [poor Domy] and things went from there. I wouldn't want to type it all out, but what happened was posted on a website.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="sizethree" style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);font-family:Georgia,Georgia;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;i&gt;"SCORED ON NYE&lt;br /&gt;2nd January 2009&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you heard those rumors flying at 100mph? I have. It's about previously banned Previewz now 2x2. I overheard bragging that 'J' swiped her V card at his register. Didn't anyone teach you, J? You shouldn't give away the ending if you want him to pick up the book again.. Did they spread those rumors or did the girl? SO LETS SET THIS STRAIGHT. WITH ANOTHER HABBO!!! I know, its quite the over statement. Lets state what the real statement is. What really happened? Well they were talking for a while, until they decided to meet up. Their lips locked and arms stretched to their downstairs. He got head and she got the finger, not the rude, in the VJ. Suprising? YES! This is what gossip girl loves. 2x2 and who? Should i name names? Yes, i think i shall. Jounin. You didn't hear it from me! Looks like J didn't spread her legs after all. She spread lies instead. 2x2 got head and I have the correspondence to prove it.&lt;br /&gt;You know you love me&lt;br /&gt;xo xo Gossip Girl "&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Key: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;- Jounin = myself.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;- Previewz/2x2 = James.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One more thing, some old guy came and took a piss and it was like..... fuck -pulls pants up- and i was like NUUUUUUU.. sad face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But, there you go. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But let me add some more information. Some old guy game whilst I was giving him...... yes. If he didn't come we most likely would have reached fourth base. I wouldn't have minded it. James is so cute.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later on we said goodbye, and Klara and I headed towards the Rocks. It was stupid. Roads were closed and it was impossible to move. We managed to move 50m down the road in 20 mins. It was packed. Klara and I spent the new years together and I wasn't at all with my family. It was a first.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The night was good, I loved it. I wouldn't mind doing it again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ps; thanks James.  :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3342907346193194027-6834593010674024537?l=roaslien.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://roaslien.blogspot.com/feeds/6834593010674024537/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://roaslien.blogspot.com/2009/01/new-years.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3342907346193194027/posts/default/6834593010674024537'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3342907346193194027/posts/default/6834593010674024537'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://roaslien.blogspot.com/2009/01/new-years.html' title='New Years.'/><author><name>Rozie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13700133501041156486</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jNtJSkKd3ak/SmazX0GMeYI/AAAAAAAAAHc/9Ci5tCeOqBA/S220/5333_226820975116_749085116_7684305_5704508_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jNtJSkKd3ak/SWAYWbU5VCI/AAAAAAAAACI/s_MdUVbdByM/s72-c/Image020.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3342907346193194027.post-189817072091670800</id><published>2008-12-28T18:21:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2008-12-28T18:50:36.114+11:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jNtJSkKd3ak/SVcpOt64IJI/AAAAAAAAACA/7FkHQDfrSZ4/s1600-h/lul.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 279px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jNtJSkKd3ak/SVcpOt64IJI/AAAAAAAAACA/7FkHQDfrSZ4/s400/lul.bmp" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284738020564017298" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Good evening. Another post from another blogger.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In tonight's episode we feature Klara and Rozie, at Myer taking photos from the huge mac's in the technology section. It was believed to be fun. Rozie took a hilarious photo and left it there whilst a onlooker with an Asian ethnicity was laughing at when Rozie left.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Five minutes later a friend walked by and questioned Rozie about that happening.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is all for today's episode. See you next time!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3342907346193194027-189817072091670800?l=roaslien.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://roaslien.blogspot.com/feeds/189817072091670800/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://roaslien.blogspot.com/2008/12/good-evening.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3342907346193194027/posts/default/189817072091670800'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3342907346193194027/posts/default/189817072091670800'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://roaslien.blogspot.com/2008/12/good-evening.html' title=''/><author><name>Rozie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13700133501041156486</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jNtJSkKd3ak/SmazX0GMeYI/AAAAAAAAAHc/9Ci5tCeOqBA/S220/5333_226820975116_749085116_7684305_5704508_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jNtJSkKd3ak/SVcpOt64IJI/AAAAAAAAACA/7FkHQDfrSZ4/s72-c/lul.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3342907346193194027.post-2328964756247034763</id><published>2008-12-26T22:57:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2008-12-26T22:58:20.275+11:00</updated><title type='text'>HAWT.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.myhairstylingtools.com/blog/wp-content/uploads/2008/05/thin1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 402px; height: 536px;" src="http://www.myhairstylingtools.com/blog/wp-content/uploads/2008/05/thin1.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;shes hot u kno?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SEXY BROZZZZZ..&lt;br /&gt;fahk i'd so do her&lt;br /&gt;;[&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;drool&lt;br /&gt;sad face.&lt;br /&gt;angry face.&lt;br /&gt;i wish i had hair like that&lt;br /&gt;thats how i want my hair to be now.&lt;br /&gt;happyface!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3342907346193194027-2328964756247034763?l=roaslien.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://roaslien.blogspot.com/feeds/2328964756247034763/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://roaslien.blogspot.com/2008/12/hawt.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3342907346193194027/posts/default/2328964756247034763'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3342907346193194027/posts/default/2328964756247034763'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://roaslien.blogspot.com/2008/12/hawt.html' title='HAWT.'/><author><name>Rozie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13700133501041156486</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jNtJSkKd3ak/SmazX0GMeYI/AAAAAAAAAHc/9Ci5tCeOqBA/S220/5333_226820975116_749085116_7684305_5704508_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3342907346193194027.post-3927587292110402303</id><published>2008-12-26T21:45:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2008-12-26T22:16:27.219+11:00</updated><title type='text'>Hair.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jNtJSkKd3ak/SVS8_7FE6-I/AAAAAAAAABw/xjlhBodx7Rw/s1600-h/WTFLOLZ.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 265px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jNtJSkKd3ak/SVS8_7FE6-I/AAAAAAAAABw/xjlhBodx7Rw/s400/WTFLOLZ.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284056069189200866" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey check out my hair over the past 8 or so months.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;SPIKEYYYYYYYYYY omfg. i r such a boii -gigglez-&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt; it is flat and shiny. and obv oily.  note to self rozie wash hair better.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;my old hair in year 8. okay so the title lies. but this is the only old photo.&lt;br /&gt;I MISS MY OLD HAIR&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;kinda emo hair. newly washed. fringe too long. boobs could be bigger.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;recent. hair is ugly. FUGMO as dylan says. yep. fugmo it is.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;i look like a school teacher. pls. sad face. turn away.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I CUT IT MYSELF LOLZ OMFG it was so fkn mad. but then i realised.&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; SAD REALISATION:&lt;/span&gt; i looked like a boy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3342907346193194027-3927587292110402303?l=roaslien.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://roaslien.blogspot.com/feeds/3927587292110402303/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://roaslien.blogspot.com/2008/12/hair.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3342907346193194027/posts/default/3927587292110402303'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3342907346193194027/posts/default/3927587292110402303'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://roaslien.blogspot.com/2008/12/hair.html' title='Hair.'/><author><name>Rozie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13700133501041156486</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jNtJSkKd3ak/SmazX0GMeYI/AAAAAAAAAHc/9Ci5tCeOqBA/S220/5333_226820975116_749085116_7684305_5704508_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jNtJSkKd3ak/SVS8_7FE6-I/AAAAAAAAABw/xjlhBodx7Rw/s72-c/WTFLOLZ.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3342907346193194027.post-2858811204534678964</id><published>2008-12-26T15:29:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2008-12-26T15:32:24.566+11:00</updated><title type='text'>The invincible keychain.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jNtJSkKd3ak/SVRd8P4gkbI/AAAAAAAAABg/Wy5j3mHsKwY/s1600-h/Image009.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jNtJSkKd3ak/SVRd8P4gkbI/AAAAAAAAABg/Wy5j3mHsKwY/s400/Image009.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283951552449515954" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this is so mad my aunty got me this shit for xmas&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it weighs about a tonne&lt;br /&gt;and has like 100000000 things on it&lt;br /&gt;and its an earring LOL JKS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FAHK its a keychain but i can attach it to my phone but fuk that coz its gonna like fall to the flo0r like my $10 i dropped and got all worked up coz i thought i found $10 but it was my $10.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sad face.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3342907346193194027-2858811204534678964?l=roaslien.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://roaslien.blogspot.com/feeds/2858811204534678964/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://roaslien.blogspot.com/2008/12/invincible-keychain.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3342907346193194027/posts/default/2858811204534678964'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3342907346193194027/posts/default/2858811204534678964'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://roaslien.blogspot.com/2008/12/invincible-keychain.html' title='The invincible keychain.'/><author><name>Rozie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13700133501041156486</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jNtJSkKd3ak/SmazX0GMeYI/AAAAAAAAAHc/9Ci5tCeOqBA/S220/5333_226820975116_749085116_7684305_5704508_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jNtJSkKd3ak/SVRd8P4gkbI/AAAAAAAAABg/Wy5j3mHsKwY/s72-c/Image009.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3342907346193194027.post-754560270287078307</id><published>2008-12-26T15:14:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2008-12-26T15:17:29.202+11:00</updated><title type='text'>OMFGWTFBBQ!!!1111ELEVEN</title><content type='html'>FUCKKKKKKKKKKK OFFFFFFFFFFFF SHEESH LIEK OMFG STAWP IT&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;liek... u c a carbon cawpy of othas FUK OFF SLUT WANNABE :@:@:@&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;ANGRY FACEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!!!!!!!!1111111111&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;KNTEISRFOAHWRFNOAHRWARHFNOUSAJRHFNAOUSJRHFNAOUSJZRHFN&lt;br /&gt;AOUJSZRHFNOAUJKSRHFNOUESHRFLUEAJKSHRFNOAUJHRFNOAUJHSFA&lt;br /&gt;UJHSFIUJAKHRFIUKHARFNIAUKJHRFIAHRFAIWHFWAJFHNEAKJFNA&lt;br /&gt;RYERYERYAWARHFNOUSAJRHFNAOUSJRHFNAOUSJZRHFNsafagagAGAESTW&lt;br /&gt;EYEYAEAOUJSZRHFNOAUJKSRHFNOUESHRFLUEAJKSHRFNOAUJHRFNOAU&lt;br /&gt;UJHSFIUJAKHRFIUKHARFNIAUKJHRFIAHRFAIWHFWAJFHNEAKJFNA&lt;br /&gt;EYERYRWARHFNOUSAJRHFNAOUSJRHFNAOUSJZRHFNAETAETGREDYARED&lt;br /&gt;AOUJSZRHFNOAUJKSRHFNOUESHRFLUEAJKSHRFNOAUJHRFNOAUJHSFA&lt;br /&gt;UJRYGAEYAEHSFIUJAKHRFIUKHARFNIAUKJHRFIAHRFAIWHFWAJFHNEAK&lt;br /&gt;RWARHFNOUSAJRHFNAOUSJRHFNAOUSJZRHFNEYERADYG5ERYDHZE&lt;br /&gt;AOUJSZRHFNOAUJKSRHFNOUESHRFLUEAJKSHRFNOAUJHRFNOAUJHSFA&lt;br /&gt;UJHSFIUJAKHRFIUKHARFNIAUKJHRFIAHRFAIWHFWAJFHNEAKJFNA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pls die.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3342907346193194027-754560270287078307?l=roaslien.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://roaslien.blogspot.com/feeds/754560270287078307/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://roaslien.blogspot.com/2008/12/omfgwtfbbq1111eleven.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3342907346193194027/posts/default/754560270287078307'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3342907346193194027/posts/default/754560270287078307'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://roaslien.blogspot.com/2008/12/omfgwtfbbq1111eleven.html' title='OMFGWTFBBQ!!!1111ELEVEN'/><author><name>Rozie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13700133501041156486</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jNtJSkKd3ak/SmazX0GMeYI/AAAAAAAAAHc/9Ci5tCeOqBA/S220/5333_226820975116_749085116_7684305_5704508_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3342907346193194027.post-160579457205909777</id><published>2008-12-26T01:12:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2008-12-26T01:33:18.014+11:00</updated><title type='text'>Paving the road to the big bang theory; evolution.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jNtJSkKd3ak/SVOU0CaK7zI/AAAAAAAAABY/NCjaZTmYI7g/s1600-h/Photograph_by_eliaah.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jNtJSkKd3ak/SVOU0CaK7zI/AAAAAAAAABY/NCjaZTmYI7g/s400/Photograph_by_eliaah.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283730409556471602" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I wish I could just stare at the sky without having to worry about a problem in the world. They say that when a door closes another opens, but if that door breaks, how can you repair it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My uncle said something profound today. He said "The road to hell is paved with good intentions."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been thinking about it for awhile. What does he mean. When we do good we go to hell? LOL.. I wouldn't think such a thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got a new phone for Christmas. It has a camera. Like most phones LOL..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish I could snap away my life and blog about it. But there isn't enough space on my memory card. Kinda like life if you think about it. Your brain overloads and you run out of space to think, thus your memory is depleted. Get a new one from the two dollar shop or something. Or get one of those Indian telemarketers to send you one via express mail, which will indeed take two weeks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope that for the new year new doors will be made and opened. For those many doors that have been broken I am truly sorry. I wish I could repair them, and I want to make an effort to do as much mending as I can. I wish I could right all my wrongs. I wish I could turn back time.&lt;br /&gt;But inevitably I cannot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am the epitome of a heart breaker, and of being heart broken. Works both ways.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really hope next year will turn out better. New school, new friends, old friends, broken bonds and bitter rivals.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It'll work out, i hope.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3342907346193194027-160579457205909777?l=roaslien.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://roaslien.blogspot.com/feeds/160579457205909777/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://roaslien.blogspot.com/2008/12/sometimes-i-wish-i-could-just-stare-at.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3342907346193194027/posts/default/160579457205909777'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3342907346193194027/posts/default/160579457205909777'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://roaslien.blogspot.com/2008/12/sometimes-i-wish-i-could-just-stare-at.html' title='Paving the road to the big bang theory; evolution.'/><author><name>Rozie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13700133501041156486</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jNtJSkKd3ak/SmazX0GMeYI/AAAAAAAAAHc/9Ci5tCeOqBA/S220/5333_226820975116_749085116_7684305_5704508_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jNtJSkKd3ak/SVOU0CaK7zI/AAAAAAAAABY/NCjaZTmYI7g/s72-c/Photograph_by_eliaah.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3342907346193194027.post-8533567624511273118</id><published>2008-12-25T19:19:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2008-12-25T20:09:12.722+11:00</updated><title type='text'>Christmas Day</title><content type='html'>FUCK MAN ITS SO BORING.. oh my god.. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;I'm&lt;/span&gt; at this party and yeah &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;I'm&lt;/span&gt; on the net? Good party it must be eh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HE..  [underline bold size 1000000] talked to me today. first time in ages. heart skipped a beat. i felt like it died again. he said two words and i almost cried. why do i get so worked up? maybe it's because i trusted that person so much it was hard to let go. i say things like that to THAT boy, but in a matter of fact &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;I've&lt;/span&gt; only really truly loved one person and it wasn't him. It was Jason. I still miss him. yes. jade knows about this, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Sandra&lt;/span&gt; knows about this. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Vivian&lt;/span&gt; knows i think, ugh he knows cause i tell him but he brushes it off. What to do?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate love. It really screws me over. by the way i need to pee. and i have a headache. sigh. cry. sad face.    It really sucks that the most caring and generous people are either taken, or gay. LOL@THAT. but really it's true. cause someone has found them already. and i guess it's not my time, or my time has already passed. one or the other i guess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'till later I guess.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3342907346193194027-8533567624511273118?l=roaslien.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://roaslien.blogspot.com/feeds/8533567624511273118/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://roaslien.blogspot.com/2008/12/christmas-day.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3342907346193194027/posts/default/8533567624511273118'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3342907346193194027/posts/default/8533567624511273118'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://roaslien.blogspot.com/2008/12/christmas-day.html' title='Christmas Day'/><author><name>Rozie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13700133501041156486</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jNtJSkKd3ak/SmazX0GMeYI/AAAAAAAAAHc/9Ci5tCeOqBA/S220/5333_226820975116_749085116_7684305_5704508_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3342907346193194027.post-8938532120362814648</id><published>2008-12-24T11:13:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2008-12-24T11:21:25.257+11:00</updated><title type='text'>Christmas Eve.</title><content type='html'>I'm really depressed for Christmas Eve. Blame it on boys. Boys boys boys boys boys.. gah they all screw me over.  I found out yesterday that by the time i'm 50 i have a 50/50 chance of becoming blind. WOO.. something about my optic nerve failing, because I did some tests, and there's already failing nerves. Sigh. Right now i'm reading this cross-eyed. I have been reading text cross-eyed all my life, but it's becoming more and more fre quent. It sucks. I love my glasses. But what's the point of wearing them when you're blind eh. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What  a way to spend Christmas. Haha. But on the bright side today i'm spending the day with Vivian. I couldn't make it to her Christmas party, which was a shame, but when I heard that only one person turned up, i felt really bad and I had to make it up to her somehow so now i'm going to Westfields [joy LOL] with her.. not the flashiest of places but it beats others.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uhm.. I hate Christmas, there's like two presents under my tree which is shitty. Every year the presents seem to be getting less and less. By the time I reach 18 there will be nothing there. I have found that every year there is a 5% decrease in amount of presents. And that by the time i'm 18 I'll get one a year. So i'm down to 3. LOL.. that made no sense, and I just made that shit up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enjoy!~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Merry Christmas to everyone. Even to you, the boy that I don't talk to anymore, but I wish I did talk to, but i'm scared of what will happen so I'll leave it at that for now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3342907346193194027-8938532120362814648?l=roaslien.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://roaslien.blogspot.com/feeds/8938532120362814648/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://roaslien.blogspot.com/2008/12/christmas-eve.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3342907346193194027/posts/default/8938532120362814648'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3342907346193194027/posts/default/8938532120362814648'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://roaslien.blogspot.com/2008/12/christmas-eve.html' title='Christmas Eve.'/><author><name>Rozie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13700133501041156486</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jNtJSkKd3ak/SmazX0GMeYI/AAAAAAAAAHc/9Ci5tCeOqBA/S220/5333_226820975116_749085116_7684305_5704508_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3342907346193194027.post-8022681453893740644</id><published>2008-12-24T02:06:00.001+11:00</published><updated>2008-12-24T02:10:49.533+11:00</updated><title type='text'>Hmph.</title><content type='html'>You know those.. hot fudge brownies they sold at mcdonalds during the beijing olympic period... &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I FUCKING WANT SOME SO BAD omg..&lt;/span&gt; they were so tasty. like sheesh and how you would just jab your spoon into it and the hot brownie sauce would ooze out and there would be ice-cream on the side.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heaven.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ps. I love dyl. ur such a QT and u know who you are. LOL@that.. SOUNDS STALKER BBYZ.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;rosie &lt;3 dyl :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;smiley face.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3342907346193194027-8022681453893740644?l=roaslien.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://roaslien.blogspot.com/feeds/8022681453893740644/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://roaslien.blogspot.com/2008/12/hmph.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3342907346193194027/posts/default/8022681453893740644'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3342907346193194027/posts/default/8022681453893740644'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://roaslien.blogspot.com/2008/12/hmph.html' title='Hmph.'/><author><name>Rozie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13700133501041156486</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jNtJSkKd3ak/SmazX0GMeYI/AAAAAAAAAHc/9Ci5tCeOqBA/S220/5333_226820975116_749085116_7684305_5704508_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3342907346193194027.post-8871942887447614564</id><published>2008-12-24T01:30:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2008-12-24T01:35:35.655+11:00</updated><title type='text'>Sad face.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jNtJSkKd3ak/SVD2UjwVTWI/AAAAAAAAABI/mfLq-l2En-o/s1600-h/lol.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jNtJSkKd3ak/SVD2UjwVTWI/AAAAAAAAABI/mfLq-l2En-o/s400/lol.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282993195961372002" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;McDonald's, oh I despise you. And how much you make. I HAVE A NEW LOVER. oh my god.. his name is Ronald McDonald, but he cheated on me with Humphrey B. Bear. That fucker. Even so, we still are together and I am loving it. But McDonald' s slaves me. And I hate it. I finished work at 12:55am today. Hey I get time and a half after 12am but FUCK FOR 55 MINUTES?! Fuck that shit i might as well have not worked at all. Surprisingly our staff is filled with non obese people.. well 99% of it, LOL.. you know who you are -stares-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3342907346193194027-8871942887447614564?l=roaslien.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://roaslien.blogspot.com/feeds/8871942887447614564/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://roaslien.blogspot.com/2008/12/sad-face.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3342907346193194027/posts/default/8871942887447614564'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3342907346193194027/posts/default/8871942887447614564'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://roaslien.blogspot.com/2008/12/sad-face.html' title='Sad face.'/><author><name>Rozie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13700133501041156486</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jNtJSkKd3ak/SmazX0GMeYI/AAAAAAAAAHc/9Ci5tCeOqBA/S220/5333_226820975116_749085116_7684305_5704508_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jNtJSkKd3ak/SVD2UjwVTWI/AAAAAAAAABI/mfLq-l2En-o/s72-c/lol.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3342907346193194027.post-5226837827072804998</id><published>2008-12-23T13:27:00.001+11:00</published><updated>2008-12-23T14:03:51.197+11:00</updated><title type='text'>isn't she lovely.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jNtJSkKd3ak/SVBMr01u09I/AAAAAAAAAAM/DqZnaNiobXg/s1600-h/l_2bbdb771069e202a5d3dcffa0ff05aa5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 266px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jNtJSkKd3ak/SVBMr01u09I/AAAAAAAAAAM/DqZnaNiobXg/s400/l_2bbdb771069e202a5d3dcffa0ff05aa5.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282806678707688402" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;She's so hot ..LOL&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;" &gt; -droolz-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3342907346193194027-5226837827072804998?l=roaslien.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://roaslien.blogspot.com/feeds/5226837827072804998/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://roaslien.blogspot.com/2008/12/isnt-she-lovely.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3342907346193194027/posts/default/5226837827072804998'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3342907346193194027/posts/default/5226837827072804998'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://roaslien.blogspot.com/2008/12/isnt-she-lovely.html' title='isn&apos;t she lovely.'/><author><name>Rozie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13700133501041156486</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jNtJSkKd3ak/SmazX0GMeYI/AAAAAAAAAHc/9Ci5tCeOqBA/S220/5333_226820975116_749085116_7684305_5704508_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jNtJSkKd3ak/SVBMr01u09I/AAAAAAAAAAM/DqZnaNiobXg/s72-c/l_2bbdb771069e202a5d3dcffa0ff05aa5.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3342907346193194027.post-737407437928413668</id><published>2008-12-23T13:23:00.001+11:00</published><updated>2008-12-23T13:55:00.914+11:00</updated><title type='text'>WOO.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;First post. im bored. i realllllllllllllllllllyyyy need to chuck a dump and i have the sniffles. listening to certain songs make me sad. i want to fart. i need to fart. i just farted. god help us all.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3342907346193194027-737407437928413668?l=roaslien.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://roaslien.blogspot.com/feeds/737407437928413668/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://roaslien.blogspot.com/2008/12/woo.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3342907346193194027/posts/default/737407437928413668'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3342907346193194027/posts/default/737407437928413668'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://roaslien.blogspot.com/2008/12/woo.html' title='WOO.'/><author><name>Rozie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13700133501041156486</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jNtJSkKd3ak/SmazX0GMeYI/AAAAAAAAAHc/9Ci5tCeOqBA/S220/5333_226820975116_749085116_7684305_5704508_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
