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  <title>Can't Stop Thinking About You, Babe</title>
  <subtitle>Den Of Sin</subtitle>
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    <name>Tanika</name>
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    <title>tankia @ 2007-11-08T11:55:00</title>
    <published>2007-11-08T00:52:39Z</published>
    <updated>2007-11-08T00:52:39Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;font size="5" face="Verdana"&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;&lt;b&gt;"Never Too Late"&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt; This world will never be&lt;br /&gt; What I expected&lt;br /&gt; And if I don't belong&lt;br /&gt; Who would have guessed it&lt;br /&gt; I will not leave alone&lt;br /&gt; Everything that I own&lt;br /&gt; To make you feel like it's not too late&lt;br /&gt; It's never too late&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; Even if I say&lt;br /&gt; It'll be alright&lt;br /&gt; Still I hear you say&lt;br /&gt; You want to end your life&lt;br /&gt; Now and again we try&lt;br /&gt; To just stay alive&lt;br /&gt; Maybe we'll turn it all around&lt;br /&gt; 'Cause it's not too late&lt;br /&gt; It's never too late&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; No one will ever see&lt;br /&gt; This side reflected&lt;br /&gt; And if there's something wrong&lt;br /&gt; Who would have guessed it&lt;br /&gt; And I have left alone&lt;br /&gt; Everything that I own&lt;br /&gt; To make you feel like&lt;br /&gt; It's not too late&lt;br /&gt; It's never too late&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; Even if I say&lt;br /&gt; It'll be alright&lt;br /&gt; Still I hear you say&lt;br /&gt; You want to end your life&lt;br /&gt; Now and again we try&lt;br /&gt; To just stay alive&lt;br /&gt; Maybe we'll turn it all around&lt;br /&gt; 'Cause it's not too late&lt;br /&gt; It's never too late&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; The world we knew&lt;br /&gt; Won't come back&lt;br /&gt; The time we've lost&lt;br /&gt; Can't get back&lt;br /&gt; The life we had&lt;br /&gt; Won't be ours again&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; This world will never be&lt;br /&gt; What I expected&lt;br /&gt; And if I don't belong&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; Even if I say&lt;br /&gt; It'll be alright&lt;br /&gt; Still I hear you say&lt;br /&gt; You want to end your life&lt;br /&gt; Now and again we try&lt;br /&gt; To just stay alive&lt;br /&gt; Maybe we'll turn it all around&lt;br /&gt; 'Cause it's not too late&lt;br /&gt; It's never too late&lt;br /&gt; Maybe we'll turn it all around&lt;br /&gt; 'Cause it's not too late&lt;br /&gt; It's never too late (It's never too late)&lt;br /&gt; It's not too late&lt;br /&gt; It's never too late&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;</content>
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    <title>Happy Chap</title>
    <published>2007-07-01T07:53:13Z</published>
    <updated>2007-07-01T07:53:13Z</updated>
    <category term="happy"/>
    <lj:music>Roadrunner United - The End</lj:music>
    <content type="html">I'm happy. I'm extremely happy, and that's all you need to know. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Actually I'll give you a clue to why I'm happy: &lt;i&gt;Glen&lt;/i&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What you make of this, what you think about it, is only limited to your imagination's vastness and what you are willing to imagine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But the point in, I'm happy.</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:tankia:5571</id>
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    <title>Emotional Disaster</title>
    <published>2007-06-13T08:00:41Z</published>
    <updated>2007-06-13T08:00:41Z</updated>
    <category term="emotional disaster"/>
    <lj:music>Britney Spears - I'm A Slave 4 U</lj:music>
    <content type="html">Mmm...Better beware of me lately. For some reason I've been extra bitchy? Oh, that's right selfish &amp;gt;_&amp;gt;; Yep. I'm a selfish bitch. And the problem is, I don't realise when I do it, till after. Ugh. I don't know. Sorry in advance if I...yell, act selfish or anything that can be classified as rude behaviour. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ugh. &amp;gt;__&amp;gt;; Things are getting better in life, slowly. Yes, progression. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did I ever mention I hate change? I'm definitely not looking forward to the move. We have till the 1st of July, which is in like...two weeks, to find a house...And pack...And sell all our furniture. I'm not exactly sure what my parents are thinking of doing. &amp;gt;__&amp;gt;: I know they are really keen on the houses in Berwick, and they applied for two, but there is no answer, and I don't think we will get it seeing as we have two dogs. Otherwise they plan to move to Dandenong North? Or Mulgrave. Or Noble Park North. Or Springvale South. Or Narre Warren (best option yet IMO..hell, why not buy the house down Glen's street :D). But where ever we move, it means change. And honestly, I hate change. No more school bus; which means no more David, Bianca, Nicole...No more sitting at the back in my rightful spot and getting pissed at Scaffy when he sits there. No more staring at those two little bitches that think they rule the bus....(that's me and nicole, not them xD). And most of all, not walking home with David =[. I don't care if David is going to be affected by this, but I will. =[. Oh, did I mention it will also be further away from Glen? And Christine? &amp;gt;___&amp;gt;;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shit. I hate life. But at least my parents are easing up on me, thanks to Sharon and Al..and Glen&amp;lt;3.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hrm....^____^; Things are good with Glen. Much better. Of course, arguements, but he's changing and I'm changing....And it's scary but I really do like him. Like...heaps...Love perhaps. &amp;gt;&amp;lt;;; All I know is that he makes me happy&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I sorta screwed his birthday though &amp;gt;__&amp;gt;;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fuck. I'm off. Before I bitch at more people.</content>
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    <title>Most of you know what this is about....:D</title>
    <published>2007-05-21T09:03:38Z</published>
    <updated>2007-05-21T09:03:38Z</updated>
    <lj:music>Pain - Three Days Grace</lj:music>
    <content type="html">Yes. Everyone realises it. Why? Because I'm not subtle..and emotions are always..displayed with me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes blah blah Glen blah blah....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy? &amp;gt;_&amp;gt;; I AM :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PING PONG IS THE BEST SPORT &amp;gt;_&amp;gt;; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*cough* Like my new layout? I do. Thanks Sue. I love you heaps......even if you do stare at me with his foot between my knees</content>
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    <title>Stalker</title>
    <published>2007-05-04T10:37:51Z</published>
    <updated>2007-05-04T10:37:51Z</updated>
    <content type="html">"Tanika...Can you stop walking? I feel like a stalker"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;gt;_&amp;gt;;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; LOL!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;"&lt;font size="5" face="Verdana"&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;I tried so hard to not walk away&lt;br /&gt; And when things don't go my way&lt;br /&gt; I'll still carry on and on just the same&lt;br /&gt; I've always been strong&lt;br /&gt; But can't make this happen&lt;br /&gt; 'Cause I need to breathe, I want to breathe you in&lt;br /&gt; The fear of becoming&lt;br /&gt; I'm so tired of running&lt;br /&gt; 'Cause I need to breathe, I want to breath you in&lt;br /&gt; I want to breathe you in"&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;/i&gt;</content>
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    <title>I hate guys.</title>
    <published>2007-04-30T09:52:32Z</published>
    <updated>2007-04-30T09:52:32Z</updated>
    <category term="i hate guys"/>
    <lj:music>No music today.</lj:music>
    <content type="html">I hate guys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No. I &lt;b&gt;hate &lt;/b&gt;guys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No. In fact. I &lt;b&gt;HATE &lt;/b&gt;guys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate big-mouthed losers, who&amp;nbsp; try to get revenge.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate losers. Losers. Losers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I don't know whether to hate David for telling me, or for not saying something sooner and go on knowing something like this.&lt;br /&gt;How can he still look at me the same. Even I am disgusted with myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I will avoid him now. It's too shameful to see him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate guys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate the Deb too. Stupid Deb. Why was it invented? To cause controversy, that's why. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate guys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate myself too.</content>
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    <title>tankia @ 2007-04-25T19:13:00</title>
    <published>2007-04-25T09:57:32Z</published>
    <updated>2007-04-25T09:57:32Z</updated>
    <lj:music>나는 당신입니다.. - Tei</lj:music>
    <content type="html">&amp;nbsp;Why are parents so utterly CONFUSING~! Honestly. My mum is like, the definition of contradictory and hypocrite. There will be moments she will say "You are sixteen! You're not a child anymore, so stop acting like one...your an adult but you still act like a three year old...your sixteen now, almost an adult, you have to be tidy and behave." And then right on top of that she will come out and say "No, you're not old enough to know...you're not old enough to understand...you're a child, don't interfere with adult's things." And it just frustrates me. Things she won't tell me, what, because I'm too young? And then she goes and tells me things that a kid, or even just a daughter/son shouldn't hear. Things that, honestly, should be left in the dark. Obviously this isn't making sense at the moment, so how about I start from the start :D&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; After school on Tuesday my mother picked me up so I could go with her to the physiotherapy session (not because I think the physio is cute &amp;gt;_&amp;lt;; as she says). And this seemed to be one of those rare days when we were getting along...as in we were laughing and joking and TALKING, I dare say. And so on upon getting in the lift after the session, she pulls her hair over her face. O_O. I'm serious. She just randomly pulls all her hair over her face and stares at me T.T; It was the scariest thing I have ever seen. Ever heard of cousin It? That's who she reminded me of. Anyway. So I said "I'd laugh if you went out like that"...which she took as a challenge. "Wanna bet? How much will I get if I do?" So we agreed on twenty bucks, and so when the lift doors opened she pulled her hair over her face. Now, were the lift is, there is a wall in front of it and then a little doorway on the side, so on the other side it looks like..well, it's hard to describe. You know how on catwalks it has the wall and the models come out from behind that wall? It's like that.&amp;nbsp; So she has a few steps to go before she turns the corner and walks into the waiting room full of people. And we agreed that she would walk to the front doors before she could stop. And it was....well, there's no words to describe it. Hilarious. Absolute crack. The people (receptionist included) stared at her as if she was literally crazy. They were probably thinking 'is this a hospital or a mental ward?'. And I was behind my mum pissing my pants laughing. And she just walked straight to the door and then walked out. Like that. No hesitation O_O. Strange woman. And then we looked at each other and cracked up laughing.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; Anyway, that was just some pointless piece of humor for you. What I'm really talking about happened in the car. She was talking about me being tidier, etc..And how men, no matter how much they love you, will leave you if your not tidy. And so what does she do? Starts talking about my real mum (because apparently my whole family, being my real mum and my sisters, are slobs who don't bother to clean T.T;) being messy and never cleaning. She told me that before she and my dad...well...-I don't think my step-mum and dad ever really 'dated'-so, before they got married, that my she was at home and my daddy got really drunk. As in he was sitting in the hallway in his underwear drunk. And he was like "I have to pick Stephanie up" (Stephanie is my step-mum's name) And she was like "Stephanie is here" but my dad kept saying "I have to pick Stephanie up." Then he started -crying?- and talking about my real mum. He told my step-mum that one day he came home from work and asked my mum if she could clean the house, and my mum got angry, went to her room and wouldn't talk to him. And so everyday, for a month, when my dad came home she would go into the room and not talk to him. According to what my step-mum tells me, my dad admitted to saying something along the lines of 'if it weren't for Tanika, I would have left Jenny [my real mum]'. &lt;br /&gt;Yes. And you would tell your child, whose mother is deceased, something like that about her parents because? &amp;lt;s&amp;gt;Is she fucking stupid or just unaware of other people's emotions? &amp;lt;/s&amp;gt; It hurt so much to hear something like this, that I went from laughing to silently crying in the car. And of course I didn't want my &amp;lt;s&amp;gt;stupid&amp;lt;/s&amp;gt; step-mum to see, so I pretended to be looking out the window.&lt;br /&gt;It hurt so much to think that, had I not been born, my dad would have abandoned my mum. And (of course he didn't know then) but she would have to suffer and die alone? It's just...hard to think of. I mean, I hear alot of things from my step-mum about my real mum, stuff that doesn't put my mum in good light, but I never really regarded it, because all I remember is my mum being loving, funny and--actually, that's a lie. I don't remember all that much about my mum. I just remember certain things. Things that I'm either told that brings back the actual memory (because if I wasn't told, I doubt I would have remembered) or things that I do remember.&lt;br /&gt;I guess the only REAL images of my mum that I have are of her during that bad times =(. Of her...during her..illness? *Sigh*. &lt;br /&gt;When I got home, my dad was laughing and talking to us, but I just couldn't look at my dad the same. And I don't think I can look at my dad the same now. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...Okay. My bad for dumping this on you.</content>
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    <title>Long Time No Post :D</title>
    <published>2007-03-18T09:15:49Z</published>
    <updated>2007-03-18T09:22:51Z</updated>
    <category term="birthday"/>
    <category term="nena"/>
    <category term="swimming carnival"/>
    <category term="bonita"/>
    <lj:music>Luz Control - se7en</lj:music>
    <content type="html">Yes. I know I haven't posted in AGES, but now is a good time to remenisce. It should start with Bonita's Birthday :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was such a good day ^^ I was sooo happy to be invited. LOL! And I'm really sorry to Rashidah and Rortos whom I didn't pick up on the way even though I saw them walking and they got soooo tired. I honestly didn't think it would be that long a walk, and I thought you guys could do with some exercise xD :D There wasn't that much food at Bonita's, but what was there was goooooood ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As soon as I walked in the door, I was greeted by Bonita's cousin..Whom..err..I have never met before. So I have NO idea how she knew who I was, but at least I knew I wasn't at the wrong place ^^. The other thing was, she kept taking photo's of me while I was eating, and of my arse somehow Oo;. Slightly perverted, but thank you. I hoped Bonita liked mine and Sue's present ^^ And the present openings was good to watch :D Yes. I took MANY photos. Most that you guys didn't approve of :D.&amp;nbsp; Thank you HEAPS for inviting me Bonita. I had soo much fun at your party.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then Nena's party. At first i wasn't sure that I could go, seeing as it was after Jap school. But I eventually went anyway even though I came late and there wasn't much food left (you pigs =]). Okay. For some reason we ended up playing FortyForty? Oo: Come on. Own up. Who's bright idea was that? Lol. It ended in disaster as no one could figure out which tree was base Oo: (the one in the middle). I ended up being SO embarrased, thanks to Somally, who kept pointing out Nena's brother to me v__v'. Lol. Once again, I'm glad I was invited and I had a great time, and I hope Nena liked the presents, even if I wasn't there to watch her open them :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Swimming Carnival was fun too ^^ There was SOO much food, and if you don't believe me, just ask Peng. :D Btw, how black did you end up getting Peng? Lol. It was a beautiful day, and we saw a few people compete and win like the champions they are, and some people drown (*cough sergie cough*) but good on them for trying. Even though I was the only girl to get into the pool (Jesie doesn't count as a girl) it was still fun. I got alot of water up my nose (thanks Glen, Kevin and Sergie....and Farhin), and YES I dunked you Glen. Don't deny it. Your face was HALF in the water, so that constitutes as getting dunked :D. It ended with me competing for Green House in the relay, even though I said I wouldn't compete. Yes.. Sorry to betray you Red. But I'm told (even though NO ONE came to support me) I looked like I was going crazy swimming. But we came third anyway.........err....out of three competitors ^_^:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally, my birthday. I'm sorry there was so much confusion because my mum made me cancel it a few days, then said it was back on, but to those who came, I'm really glad you did. I know it wasn't the funnest birthday ever, especially with the few of us, but you guys made it special either way. Lol. Glen, Rortos, there's still so much food left, you didn't help me finish it. :D. The presents (even though only two) were amazing. Lol. I think the funniest thing I have ever gotten in my life would have to be what Nena and Bonita bought me. A teddy bear wearing a G-String that was meant for me xD. That's so adorable and I loved it. And the ring is beautiful too. I'm really so happy. And Sue and David, thank you SOO much for the bag, I loved it HEAPS. I've been wanting a new bag forever and you just made it happen. Really. I'm soo glad you came. Thanks Rortos. I didn't think you would come, but you did and that made me happy ^^. I'm really sorry Peng, Kevin, Chong, Julie and Somally didn't come, but that's okay ^^;. David and Bonita, thanks for staying with me after the party, even if it did get really boring :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All in all, I had a great day and I'm glad my party went ahead...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and by the way. Glen, your bike is horrible I tell you. I have bruises everywhere and my arse hurts...and I crashed into a tree V__V: :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you allllllll :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sushi~!! Thanks for being such a good friend. And you&amp;nbsp; too Bonita and&amp;nbsp; Nena.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;</content>
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    <title>Myspace Addiction</title>
    <published>2006-12-14T22:36:17Z</published>
    <updated>2006-12-14T22:36:17Z</updated>
    <category term="verbal diahorrea"/>
    <category term="youtube"/>
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    <lj:music>Smack That - Akon ft. Eminem</lj:music>
    <content type="html">I know Susie probably hates my, especially over the holidays because I haven't fulfilled my duty of being a loyal and respectful fangirl, but have done the ultimate wrong in spending time on MySpace. Therefore creating the poorly advertised image of a TB. =( And I have to agree. I think I'm turning into somewhat of a TB. I mean, I'm not full on like *coughmymycough* some people. I don't have all the little anime backgrounds and glittery headings and webcamming pics where I look up out of my fringe in an "innocent" pose (although I must admit to taking some webcammy pics of me...but that's just me looking stupid =D ). No. Infact, my myspace space my space space myspace my. Sorry, had to do that. No, but my myspace is kinda emo-ish. It's not as bad as some people's. But it IS slightly emo. Anyway, I have become seriously obsessed with "pimping" my profile and "whoring" my myspace. I have even whored it up for my friends, and made an account for another friend. =O ....wait, I just remember..~glares JULIE HAS A MYSPACE!!!! =D See, you don't have to be TB to have a myspace...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But one thing has interested me in myspace. There happens to be a girl, best friend of Kimji, who happens to have a certain dislike for me because I happened to mention that she comments him alot. And soo, well..It's not pretty...&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.myspace.com/kimjiisz"&gt;www.myspace.com/kimjiisz&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;lt;--- for a preview.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In other news, there's a girl on YouTube creating a HUGE disturbance with her verbal diahorrea. Seriosuly. She is &lt;em&gt;tre&lt;/em&gt; feminist and very very...well..kinda random. Her sentences don't quick make sense. Oo" She has a bit of a problem. Me and my freind have done some stalking on her, found out that she has been banned from several sites due to her anger and "verbal diahorrea" and that she is something like 14, but very well educated for her age. We have also come to the conclusion that she was abandoned by her father because 1)&amp;nbsp; her dad raped her. 2) her mum was fat or 3) he couldn't stand her mental diahorrea each morning.&amp;nbsp; To see what I'm talking about, check it out xDD. Just skip all the others, but read the comments with her. She is "shadowsadist" and my freind is "tailowenchsomethingsomething" I have NO idea what my freind's nick is..OO" It's so long and non-english xD. You'll know who it is =D&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/comment_servlet?all_comments&amp;amp;v=mCwKbUVyHLY&amp;amp;fromurl=/watch%3Fv%3DmCwKbUVyHLY"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/comment_servlet?all_comments&amp;amp;v=mCwKbUVyHLY&amp;amp;fromurl=/watch%3Fv%3DmCwKbUVyHLY&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway. That is all.</content>
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    <title>Sasunaru islove</title>
    <published>2006-11-11T10:25:14Z</published>
    <updated>2006-11-11T10:25:14Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Hey.. I tried to write a one shot sasunaru..kinda sucks but meh.. xD i tried&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He looked up at the sky. It had been so long since he had time to himself like this. Getting to be alone had become harder these days, but that was fine with him. It stopped the bad feelings. Well, he thought it stopped the bad feelings, but really it only stopped him from dwelling on them.&lt;br /&gt;These days he spent most of his time with the rest of Team 7; whether it was a mission, training, or just hanging out. Which is why these feelings, when thinking of them, hit him so hard.&lt;br /&gt;[They still look at me. They look at me with hatred; with fear; with anger. Everyone. I’m by myself, always. Even with someone else, I am still alone.]&lt;br /&gt;He sighed and lay back on the fresh, green grass, his hands famously behind his head. He turned his head to the side and breathed deep. The smell of freshly mowed grass, dirt and a smell that only existed in Konoha filled his nostrils and tingled his senses. But there was something wrong with that tingle.&lt;br /&gt;[I don’t belong here.]&lt;br /&gt;He squeezed his eyes tight and tossed his head from side to side, trying to escape his thoughts.&lt;br /&gt;NO! I do belong here! I have friends now. People care for me. I am part of a team.&lt;br /&gt;His conscious snickered.&lt;br /&gt;[They pretend. They don’t care. Has Sakura ever looked at me as she does Sasuke? Has Sasuke ever been somewhat civilized to me? Look again.]&lt;br /&gt;He slapped his cheek. He knew that something was wrong with him and Sasuke lately, but THAT was not it. Sasuke did NOT treat him as an outsider. None of Team 7 did. But he just couldn’t seem to place what was wrong between him and the stoic boy. He thought over possibilities.&lt;br /&gt;It began last week. They were training in the grounds. Naruto was happily resting against a tree as Sakura asked Sasuke to help her tai-jutsu. He stared at them both, evilly thinking of ways to annoy the Uchiha.&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;Sasuke was lost in his thoughts, teaching her movements seemed to come out of him as if he were programmed to do it. &lt;br /&gt;He knew that no one affected him this way. No one could make him this happy, yet this sad at the same time. It was true, Sasuke had grown a bond (if you could call verbally – and physically on the occasion – abusing each other a bond) with the blonde haired shinobi, but that bond had become something different recently. Sasuke didn’t know what it was, but it made him feel too weird to pursue it. And so he decided to approach it the Sasuke way: have no emotion; act like an emotionless, uncaring ninja.&lt;br /&gt;He smiled. Yes, that’s right; I am emotionless besides the anger.&lt;br /&gt;He thought just for good measure that it may be best if he... umm... dodged the blonde for a while. At least to the warm sensation in the bottom of his stomach wore off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“ANOTHER BOWL,” yelled the loud blonde, the two people on either side of him rolling their eyes. &lt;br /&gt;It had become almost custom to go to the Ichiruka stand after training together. Naruto liked to think of it as a treat after being bothered to get his ass up to watch Sasuke beat the living daylights out a wooden pole.&lt;br /&gt;“Naruto-kun, you should really slow down, ne? You have to give time for your food to be swallowed or you’ll end up choking,” Sakura chided at the boy.&lt;br /&gt;“Haiiii, Sakura-chhan,” he grinned back, spraying bits of chicken and soup in her face at the same time. She wiped her face with the back of her hand, rolled her eyes and went back to muttering under her breath why she was stuck with such a pig for a team mate, which then turned into strategically planning ways to win Sasuke’s love.&lt;br /&gt;Naruto giggled to himself. Now was the best time. He was going to scare the crap out of Sasuke.&lt;br /&gt;“Saasssukkke-kuun. Do you believe in magic??” &lt;br /&gt;“Hn.” Sasuke mentally sweatdropped. He was going to have to participate in a whole conversation about a child’s topic. Forget the topic; he was going to have to talk to Naruto.&lt;br /&gt;Naruto leaned closer to the pale boy, his eyes alight and his blonde hair radiating.&lt;br /&gt;“Because I think that you and I...are m-a-g-ick,” he purred, pronouncing each syllable.&lt;br /&gt;He saw Sasuke shudder and congratulated himself.&lt;br /&gt;Oblivious he was to the dark eyes now staring into his face as he went back to eating his fifth bowl of ramen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Hrm,” he thought. “Maybe he really is scared of me now.” Naruto opened his eyes. He knew that wasn’t it, but he forced himself to believe that it was for now. At least it was better than not belonging.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Naruto was in his kitchen, preparing for the team-night dinner. It was his turn to cook and host the team dinner and he was trying his hardest not to screw it up like last time. He stopped his knife midway and recalled back to a few months ago:&lt;br /&gt;It was the first time they were holding the dinner at his house (the idea had only just been introduced by Sakura, and the dinner had been held at her house the week before) and he decided he would cook. He cooked the rice and got the ingredients, fired up to make a nice plate of sushi to be an entrée to the crab dish. This was the first time he ever cooked (ramen was always soo much easier; who needed to cook when they could eat ramen) and he had complete confidence in himself. That was until the rice exploded…exploded on the table in front of his darling Sakura-chan, who ended up taking most of the hit. From then on team-dinners were only ever held at Sakura’s and Sasuke’s house. But they had finally relented after the incessant begging and gave him one last chance to get things right in hosting the dinner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“DO IT NOW! You and me baby ain’t nothing but mammals so lets do it like they do on the discovery channel.” He pulled the chicken out of the oven and cursed as he burnt his hand on the hot plate.&lt;br /&gt;“So put your hand down my pants and I’ll bet you’ll feel nuts,” he sang, his head bobbing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That had done it. Sasuke – watching the blonde juggling food, his tongue poking out the side in concentration, the sweat glistening on his forehead, the lyrics to this goddamn song (he would have to hunt whoever wrote it down and kill/congratulate them later) – popped. He didn’t know what was happening, or what was going to happen, but everything happened out of instinct and nature. Yes, his predatory nature kicked in and he pounced on the startled Naruto with a serious, hungry look in his eyes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Naruto screamed like a little girl. It wasn’t because he was caught off guard by Sasuke’s appearance; of course he knew he was there, but by the look in Sasuke’s eyes as he mauled the tanned boy’s clothes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Whhaa...” A face was in his. Lips on his. Sasuke’s tongue was sliding over his own, making patterns. The blue eyes widened. &lt;br /&gt;“Sasuke-teme, get off me!” cried Naruto as he tried to squirm out of Sasuke’s iron grip.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“I do...” Said Sasuke in the boy’s ear, making him shiver.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“You do….what?” Naruto hesitantly whispered back. Suddenly the black haired boy pushed Naruto around and pulled down him pants.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right before he made the boy moan in pain and ecstasy he whispered on the back of Naruto’s neck, “I do believe in magic.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The plate smashed and Sakura ran out the door screaming.</content>
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    <title>Sasunaru islove</title>
    <published>2006-11-06T23:47:47Z</published>
    <updated>2006-11-06T23:47:47Z</updated>
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    <lj:music>Chasing Cars - Snow Patrol</lj:music>
    <content type="html">&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; I blame this ENTIRELY on Sue. If you don't want to hear about my latest &lt;strike&gt;yaoi obsession&lt;/strike&gt; you only have to turn to Sue and blame her. Wheee! ^__^ My dreams even revolve around seeing a &lt;i&gt;very&lt;/i&gt; attractive Sasuke doing "you-know-what" with a certain "you-know-who" *winks*.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; I also seem to be hanging around YouTube alot &amp;gt;&amp;lt;. Another one of Sue's encouragements =S. And I found the BEST thing. Like..EVER!! It's a guy and a girl using bunny rabbit teddies to make a skit...And they have GERMAN accents...xD God...I have NEVER seen anything that has made me laugh over someone telling me "they fawgawt to wipe" xD. Wheee..It gives me sudden urges to speak German....meh..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; And I seem to have stumbled across GO..Yes...Julie, Kevin, you warned me. But at that time and place, I had NO idea what you were on about. But now I do...I don't regret it...but i keep&amp;nbsp; getting my ass kicked and its &lt;strike&gt;not fun at all *pouts*.&lt;/strike&gt; Sigh. I think I should stick to watching Hikaru kick Touya's ass once in a while =].&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; WHEEE!! OOhhh, my business exam would have had to be my most exciting one. Not only because it was literally POURING rain but something very eventful happened (ok, it's probably not eventful, but i was in an exam...a teacher bending over is eventful during that period). We were all quietly sitting there scratching our heads and wondering what the hell the question meant when all of a sudden a &lt;i&gt;screeetching&lt;/i&gt; noise came from out the window. When we all turned to look we saw some random dumbass in a white skyline speeding up a road leading onto Halton Rd. And when you think it can't get stupider...the baka tries to drift. V____V WHEN IT'S POURING RAIN....??? Got stupid? And so, of course, he hits a tree..and the whole S-Wing cracks up; teachers included. And slowly the car reverses, the speed away in the opposite direction; it's bumper trailing the ground and the hood in a triangle. Bakkaaa!! Lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Hrm..My head is filled with songs at the moment. I had a download period. I think I will be capped VERY shortly. xD "You and me baby ain' t nothing but mammals so let's do it like they do on the discovery channel. Do it again now!" =D&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; And I'm not sure if it's just me, or everyone who watched the season finale of Grey's Anatomy, but I tend to bawl my eyes out when I hear&amp;nbsp; "Chasing Cars" By Snow Patrol. &amp;gt;&amp;lt; It's SOOO emotional &amp;gt;&amp;lt;. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Anyway. I think I've wasted enough time...BACK TO GO GO LAND =] GO GO IGO =]&lt;br /&gt;Jyaaa =]</content>
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    <title>Jerks aka Guys</title>
    <published>2006-10-11T23:30:35Z</published>
    <updated>2006-10-11T23:30:35Z</updated>
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    <lj:music>All By Myself</lj:music>
    <content type="html">UGH. I haven't updated in a LONG time. And there's not much to tell in my life at the moment. The only thing fresh in my mind is the stupidity of my actions when I let a stupid guy take over my mind. Yes, people, I kissed a guy that is a) not my boyfriend and b) known for over 4 years. And at first, I had my doubts. But I was lightly more pushed into it, and so I gave in. A few times later, and I thought it was all okay, even if it was "commitment free", as he put it. But school came, and everything fell to ruins around me. It seems like "it" (and no sue, that is NOT me) prefers to ignore me or pay attention to me on his own accord; whenever it seems to suit him. And so, another freindship disappeared. Another burden on my shoulders. I look at "it" and I don't even know why I went for him anyway. What in my mind made me actually go for &lt;em&gt;him?? &lt;/em&gt;But knowing him, he's probably thinking that exact same thing this very moment. And so life continues, but around "it", things are going to be MUCH harder.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;strike&gt;Me and my stupidity.&lt;/strike&gt;</content>
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    <title>It's a baby situation</title>
    <published>2006-09-28T11:19:07Z</published>
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    <lj:music>Babies cry in the night</lj:music>
    <content type="html">Lol, well, for the holidays, the second week i have been staying with my sisters. I am currently at my oldest sister's house, and sleeping with the youngest of my older sisters, who sleeps and lives in the bungalo outside. Lol, my sister's kids are driving me INSANE. My little niece, Jenna Bella, is ugh, the most insanest little girl. She's only two but is SOO good at talking and having long conversations, she doesn't shut up. But she is a little spoilt and when she doesn't get her way, gives a little cry. She doesn't eat sometimes, she doesn't listen sometimes, and definately doesn't take afternoon naps, which makes her VERY cranky. At around 7 in the morning she comes into mine and Deborah's room (joe, my brother-in-law, takes her in) and jumps in between us. But it is slightly rewarding as I get loootss and looottss of cuddles and kisses. We seem to have a family trait that only sticks to me when im with my sisters; we all suck thumbs/fingers. Deborah is a CONSTANT sucker of the thumb and always has her blankey (which is old, ripped and smelly xDD), Larissa (whom im staying with, the oldest) is a now and then sucker of the thumb. Davina, the second oldest, usually sucks her thumb with her lambie (a yellow piece of sheep...skin??with wool??) until her oldest son, Landon, ripped it apart. My niece, Jenna, is a two finger sucker. She always has her middle and pointy finger in her mouth. Lol. And me? I only start sucking my thumb when im with them. When im away, my habit slowly goes away too =]. Anyway, the newest born is a little PUNK. He just WILL NOT SLEEP. Lol. But his snuggles are like heaven on a stick. If he's asleep, he's sooooo adorable to snuggle up with (he's like...a month old btw). Anyway, so you can see, i've had a hectic week. Anyway, catch up laterrrr =]..btw, like to giev a small tribute to sue, who wrote a fantastic fanfic..=] *claps*..now get out of my spotlight</content>
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    <title>Rocco on</title>
    <published>2006-09-08T03:09:37Z</published>
    <updated>2006-09-08T03:12:17Z</updated>
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    <lj:music>Librarian yelling at me</lj:music>
    <content type="html">Ok, so yesterday, right before I left school, I got a phone call (which was 7:30 in the morning, if you didn't know), and I was thinking to myself &lt;em&gt;Omg, parents calling V_V. Probably to remind me to wash the clothes or put a jumper on her favourite dog or something.&lt;/em&gt; Then I picked up the phone with a somewhat sarcastic "Helllooo" and was astonished to find an odd husky voice on the other end saying Hi. I couldn't quite grasp whom it was for the first few moments until the person realised my confusion and told me it was my brother-in-law, Joey. He was calling to tell me that my oldest sister had finally given birth to her second child at around 3 am that morning. I was like "Oh". Seriously, that's all I could think of. Then realising I have to say more, as it is &lt;em&gt;my &lt;/em&gt;sister's child, I asked the usual questions that one would ask in that situation. He had already told me it was a baby boy, so the next thing was to ask what it's name was. And that felt &lt;strong&gt;really&lt;/strong&gt; awkward. I mean, I just called my sister's baby boy "it". And it got even weirder when I heard what they named him. Rocco. They named him Rocco. Okay, look 20-30 years into the future and tell me if you can see a successful man sitting in an armchair, and his secretary going "Rocco, sir. You have a visitor." Or can you imagine the tormenting the poor boy would get in high school? I also have come to realise that our whole family is based on not very common names. Tanika, Larissa (the one that just gave birth), Davina, Samara, Landon, Deborah, Jayde, Austin, Aiden. The only real sensible name in my line of nephews, nieces and sisters was Larissa's first child, Jenna. Anyway, she was my sister so all I could really say was "wow, that's great. Yeah." (then there was silence) Congragulations". V_V. But another thought was running through my head. You see, my family was a very..One sided sex..On my line of cousins and sisters, that is. All of my siblings&amp;nbsp;(all four of them xD) are girls. Lol, and I am the youngest. But my second oldest sister, who had her first child...like...8 years ago (when she was 18) had a boy. Her second child is also a boy. Towards my nephew, Landon, Larissa was as harsh as she could be. When I was a young girl (seemed such a long, LONG time ago &lt;strike&gt;&amp;gt;_____&amp;lt;)&lt;/strike&gt; I could remember my sister sitting with me after school and reading with me, playing with me, joking, drawing, colouring with me. Always making me her little baby sister. But with my nephew, it was a whole different thing. She was harsh, always telling him off. Only nice when she really had to be. She was exactly spiteful, just very...cold, towards him. And so my family (me, my dad and my step-mum) came to the conclusion that she hated little boys. She just, felt it was so much better with girls (I mean, growing up with a huge famliy of girls, why wouldn't she be) so we thought it was only natural when her first born was a girl (Jenna). But at that moment, what I was thinking is something I shouldn't have been. &lt;em&gt;How much is she going to love and care for this baby boy opposed to her beautiful baby girl? Was she going to treat it like her nephew?&lt;/em&gt; And so...I said the first thing, non-spiteful, that came to mind. "WOw...That's cool. Wow. Congragulations."&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;Sigh, oh the horribleness.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, on to other things. I guess I will have to skip last day of jap as i have to go to the doctors. I swear, something is NOT natural about that werid mark on my shoulder. I thought it was a spider bite, but do spider bites swell up, flake, itch, bleed and leave scars for like, a month? Kevin is right, I should get it looked at. So that's what I'm planning to do tomorrow instead of jap, seeing as I can't take the last day off as Mrs. "smarty-pants" Tassell put our SAC on that day V_V.&lt;br /&gt;And speaking of last day, I was VERY disappointed when I got my report. So disappointed, I couldn't give it to my parents. Wait, I do that all the time. Anyway. I freaking am so cut about my maths. &lt;strike&gt;I MOST DEFINATLEY AM nooootttt "EXPERIENCING SOME DIFFICULTY" IN MATH METHODS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!. grrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr!&lt;/strike&gt; I can't believe Mrs. Martin gave me that. OMG. All because of one freaking little test (dam the circular functions for all their worth) and I got a 57%. And I don't even know why? I mean, I answered ALL questions except one, and I was SOOO sure I did it all properly. But becuase of Donovan, we can't have our tests back and I can't tell what I did so horribly WRONG. GRRRR!! I swear, when I saw that, I almost cried. Maths is supposed be my BESt subject, and i failed. ANyway...I'll be back soon to update...</content>
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    <title>Shining Stars and parents from hell</title>
    <published>2006-08-30T02:08:52Z</published>
    <updated>2006-08-30T02:08:52Z</updated>
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    <lj:music>Careless Whispers - Geroge Michael..It's in my head ^^</lj:music>
    <content type="html">Hrm. Well, it feels like I haven't written in aggess. So I'll start with last week. &lt;br /&gt;Thanks to a mention in the school newspaper that I got credit for my English Competition (which isn't THAT good V_V Sue got DISTINCTION =P *coughNERDcough*) my parents became oddly leanient. When I told my mother - who was staying home those few days due to sickness - about the Star Search event about to happen and that a particular person from my class was going to be participating, oddly enough, she suggested that I attend..If I wanted to, that is. Well, I thought about it for a bit, and soon came to the conclusion that I seriosuly could NOT pass up the opportuinty to watch Sam dance. Yes ladies and gentlemen..DANCE xD. And so I decided to go. And let me tell you, I was NOT disappointed. &lt;br /&gt;I do have to say I was a bit sympathetic for Julia. She had to go first and with going first, there were some technical difficulties that followed...Along with..Errr..A little "vocal" difficulties as well.. But she tried and that was all that mattered. A pat on the back to her ^^.&lt;br /&gt;And then came (as Jesse loves to constantly repeat) the "Iron Nuts Crew"...Minus one. Yep. The idiotic Kelvin made the crew change the routine at the last moment (not that I have intentionally put all the blame on him *innocent grin*). So, they changed the music and decided to freestyle...Something Sergy can't do...which inevitablly led to his dispositon in the group (okay, now I'm just using words I don't know the meaning to). And well, it went okay with me and Steffy (HAVE YOU MET HER BOYFRIEND??) yelling "GO JEFF" and "GO KELVIN" and "KELVIN SUCKS"...Okay, it was just me on the last one.&lt;br /&gt;And then there was the performance by Steven Le. And oh-my-god he was good. I mean, I had seen some of his routine before hand, but nothing prepared me for what happened. I was soooo taken back. IT WAS TERRIFIC. He put a new meaning into dance. It was like.. WOW.. And Steven, I promise no one noticed that you didn't quite make the backflip ^^..besides...the audience...perhaps. =]&lt;br /&gt;And then...I was stunned. Never before had I seen something so peculiar. It was the dancing sluts..OKay...That's harsh. But sitting at the front resulted in me and the rest of the row being flashed. Umm..I mean..Eww? The poor girls..If I were them, I woudldn't come to school the next day. Lol&lt;br /&gt;And a good mention should go out to the always entertaining Hi-Voltage who were like zombies to me. ^^ Great dance.&lt;br /&gt;And then the moment I and the rest of 10A (and others) had been waiting for. The amazing SAM CAPSIS making his debut. =] And IT WAS...MORE THAN WORDS CAN DESCRIBE. From Sam I learnt that there is such thing as putting more than one pelvic thrusts into a dance...If fact, it is actually possible to fit in more than 10. xD and it was sooooo GOOD. I sure got my moneys worth (I had to pay at door V_V)&lt;br /&gt;Well the night ended with a beautiful kiss...For Somally at least. It was an OMG moment when she and her new beau were parting ways and he clumsly lent down to place his soft lips on hers...Is my inner hentai showing?? (I am NOT a closet perver SUE)&lt;br /&gt;Then on Saturday...I was blessed...with an angel. Seriously. This guy was the meaning of HOT. LOL..and..er..okay okay Soo-Chong. YOu know, me and Melissa stalked him V_V. We ALMOST (&amp;lt;--- ALMOST) followed him home, only prevented from our desires to go home xD. But yes, he was hot. AND HE SMILED AT MEEE  ^^ SCOOOREEE.. Lol.&lt;br /&gt;Then, after jap I had to go with my dad to pick up the tourists. Tourists...my word for people from overseas..No matter whom, they are tourists. And these were fobby tourists at that (especially their son). I thought I should just drop a mention to them here as they do provide the basis of the next row of events.&lt;br /&gt;Well, I found out officially just how much I am belittled by that stupid little freaking dog that lives in my house by the name of Marky (my cute pet Coco is not the culprit in this story so she will go by the label of "cute pet") in the eyes of my step-mother.&lt;br /&gt;It all started when a cute little teddy of mine, yellow and round (EHH kAWAAIII) and little wigns on either sides with cute black eyes (a duck if you haven't realised), was taken from my bed by the "culprit" and hidden in the room of the elders (aka my parents). They saw him with it - while I was sound asleep, unaware of the event unwinding in the comfort of my home - and couldn't help but admire the cuteness of him and my dog curled up in his bed. And so they - being my mom on her lonesome - begged me to let him keep it and refrain from killing him or tormenting the dog in any unhumanly way. And so I agreednot the HURT the dog. So slyfully, I grabbed the cute fluffy duck and sprayed it with this perfume for dogs..which I know he hates. And I told the tourists that now he won't go near it  and wouldn't demolish it and leave it's remains strewn over the floor. And a few minutes later my parents and the tourists gathered in the car and prepared for the long trip to the airport. &lt;br /&gt;I was stupid. VERY stupid. I should have known. They were tourists after all. &lt;br /&gt;I was tired and went to bed around 10. But a few hours later I was rudly awoken by a sharp stinging sensation as my step-mother's hand connected with the side of my rested face. I looked up sleepishly (hehe, that was supposed to be a play on words). "WHY THE HELL DID YOU DO IT FOR"...'Huh?? Do what??'.."WHY DID YOU PUT PERFUME ON THE TOY?? DIDN'T I TELL YOU NOT TO HURT HIM. HE'S ONLY A DOG" '...' "AND THEN YOU LET THE GUEST COME AND TELL ME. NOW THEY THINK YOUR HORRIBLE. DON'T YOU KNOW THEY ARE ANIMAL LOVERS. THEY WERE DISGUSTED BY WHAT YOU DID - HOW YOU COULD TREAT A DOG LIKE THAT. YOUR A BITCH" ...silence and she walks out.. 5 minutes later my door slams open. Bang, and another sharp stinging on my face. "YOUR A BITCH. HOW COULD YOU TREAT MY DOG LIKE THAT. I ALWAYS GIVE YOU THINGS WHEN YOU ASK WHEN YOU COME INTO MY ROOM. AND YOU HAVE SO MANY TOYS, WHY CAN'T YOU JUST GIVE HIM ONE?" She walks out again. 2 minutes later..she's back in my room. "YELL YELL YELL..FROM NOW ON, I'M GOING TO TREAT YOU LIKE SHIT" err..what ever.&lt;br /&gt;The next day she comes home early and begins to yell all over again. "YOUR A BITCH. A STUPID BITCH. yadayadayada." And so now...I am..err..stuck..in a house..with a screaming banshee (sorry for the plagarism..naruto). I also feel that there will be no chance that I will be able to attend the birthday party for Johnny and Bun. I would have loved to gone ice-skating, but I don't want to risk being kicked out of my house another time and having no one to go to this time.. Soo...Meh...I probably won't go. &lt;br /&gt;And also, I think I should just add a WHOOHOOO for the fact that DAY won't be here for like..the rest of the term..which I have just found out is three more weeks V_V...It's all going by so fast ?_?&lt;br /&gt;Anyway..I should go now xD</content>
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    <title>The pain..Oh the pain.</title>
    <published>2006-08-24T00:24:22Z</published>
    <updated>2006-08-24T00:24:22Z</updated>
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    <lj:music>Sue's got "I'll never break your heart - BSB" in me</lj:music>
    <content type="html">UGh. All I can say is I HURT. An extremely tired work out yesterday consisting of 10 minutes on the tredmill at 95 left me exeptionally exhausted! And then the rowing (which i bummed out of half way) and then the very sweaty basketball session (which was eww! I never thought Marko and Jim could get any more sweaty..BUT THEY DO!! :S) which I was squashed when while reaching for the ball a tall, quite large object came up from behind me and jumped me...Yes..I was squashed by Marko.&lt;br /&gt;And so now I have a very sore spot in my right arm. It feels as if there is a bone out of place =(. And for some reason my legs don't feel any pain?? Odd much? But..err.. My jaw is quite alot of pain. It hurts to open my mouth..I don't know why. &lt;br /&gt;Ugh..I'm becoming REALLY accident prone &amp;gt;__</content>
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    <title>My days just keep getting shitter</title>
    <published>2006-08-23T01:37:42Z</published>
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    <lj:music>Dirty Little Secret -All American Rejects</lj:music>
    <content type="html">OMG. This is a cruel world. A VERY cruel world. Monday was..you know..hrm, Okay I guess...But yesterday was horrible. Just horrible. You would think that after having an afterschool (converted into two lunchtime detentions but still on my "record" as an afterschool) for not wearing a tie -which I don't have thanks to a certain someone named Thomas, who threw my tie who-knows-where in wood-tech last semester - that I would have had to atlest be caught not wearing a tie numeruos amount of times before i was granted an all honourable afterschool. But no. The first time in about...ohh...a semester (I know it's only been one term, but i prefer to to call it a "semester". Just makes it sound longer) and i get a freaking afterschool. UGH! I really don't like Mr. Betts. &lt;br /&gt;And to make it worse, he constantly forgets things I tell him. On Monday, I was wearing a tie (curtesy of Julie *bows*) and he let me off. On Friday I had already told him that I didn't have a tie, and that I was looking for a new one. But on the freaking Tuesday evening during a BORING period of maths, Mr. Betts walked in and I was tieless. And I have learnt something new about our class. Our class aspires to purposely get someone in trouble. If you haven't already picked up my underlying meaning: Kyle refused to lend me his tie even though he was wearing a jacket. And so I was issued another afterschool detention. He asked if I HAD a tie?? What the hell? After like, one day, he completely forgot that I had already told him I DONT HAVE A TIE!! Period 6 and Mr. Betts walks into out badminton session. I am given a notice and told that my detention would be tomorrow afterschool. Err...Is this guy dumb, dumb, have alchzimer'z (you know..that disease that makes you have a REALLY bad memory), or is he just getting to plain old. I ALREADY TOLD HIM I CAN'T DO AFTERSCHOOL. I catch THE BUS...HELLOO&lt;br /&gt;Well, today is the day of my first detention...CAN'T WAIT!! *face contorts with anger*&lt;br /&gt;Meh, and today's bit of a *beeep* as well. I have a pounding headache...Too much maths. =0 Speaking of maths, is it normal to dream about drawing graphs?? I don't think it is V_V...&lt;br /&gt;Ohh, and to make it all good, I think i will be doing a favour to anomynous if i give a mention to a VERY VERY sexy picture of Jake Gyllenhaal which was shown to me today. (Yes, we all know that person is SUUEEE)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And just before I leave, I'LL BE YOUR FRIEND JULIE ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me...Going back to work...Ugh, Ms. Bakopanos is so EVIL.. HAHA, Sue's getting yelled at..TOLD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ME..GOING..GOING...GONE</content>
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    <title>Meh...TIRED xD</title>
    <published>2006-08-19T05:25:50Z</published>
    <updated>2006-08-19T05:25:50Z</updated>
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    <lj:music>SILENCE</lj:music>
    <content type="html">Hehe, Okay.. SO second time.. You should be happy I'm committing..&lt;br /&gt;So, what's this about the latest craze?? What was i saying?  Stranger stalking...no...stranger talking..that's right. Anyway..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;UMm....OMG..My oral today...HOW GREAT.. You would have loved it..And i have to give a great thank you to Kevin, for being the only person who actually CLAPPED.. Thank you guys..I feel honoured. ^^ Although...it was kinda...*cough cough*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My head hurts..Is this boring? Probably...Umm...SO...nothing to say except..HOW COME NO ONE TOLD ME WE HAD A SAC ON FRIDAY?? I spent the whole night doing maths and only that morning you decide to let it slip we have a SAC?? just lucky i was in a good ...mood?? Umm...Ok...I failed..V_V miserably..she won't notice it was liks 500 words will she? Prob not.. At least she can read it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay peeps..i have nothing to write and im tired and hungry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THIS IS ME.....err...and...*CUT*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*walks off stage =D*</content>
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    <title>BIGGEST LOSER</title>
    <published>2006-08-17T01:35:21Z</published>
    <updated>2006-08-17T04:04:47Z</updated>
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    <category term="biggest loser &amp;amp; business lady"/>
    <lj:music>the sound of...my class going nuts</lj:music>
    <content type="html">Yes...This is...err..how should i put this?? Unique, I guess. Sure isn't like other bloggishy things I've seen *sarcastic tone*. Yes, Sue. Umm...School..Atm, HOW FUN!!! We are supposed to be writing?? Aren't we... Well...I guess our writing can now be dedicated to JAKE GYLLENHAAL. Yes...Can I be part of the JG fan club?? Or is it for screaming, obsessive little Sue type people only? Who knows... Anyone??? Right. So. I AM NOT A LONER THANK YOU VERY MUCH SUE. Other people WILL read this..WILLL I SAY...in some later time in life....i hope... =] anyway...TIME TO..err..DO MATH..and STUDYYYYYY ^^ ...Really? Biggest Loser?? I WON!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blah blah. No one will read this apparently... Hrm.. Well...I have a new love...It's FROZEN YOGHURT!! No seriously. It is not only healthy but absolutely a melt in your mouth taste. It is soo good! If you get the time, I sooo suggest you grab a dollar 30/40 [not sure =S]and buy your worthless-self some of what I'm having and I guarantee that you will feel the love, just as I.&lt;br /&gt;Now to something not as important...such as this stupid work I'm supposed to be doing...V_V you may have already noticed I AM in class...Seeing as of the moment my parents are tight TIGHT *emphasis on TIGHT* people and refuse to let me access the internet from the comfort of my home sweet home due to a fear of stranger speaking...Yes, children. Stranger Speaking. It's the new craze dominating the world; taking the world (or the world wide web) by storm. But i can't place enough...*insert word here..something like "emphasis"*...on the fact that I don't talk to strangers...just people I may or may not know..*shifty look*. But either way, I will be doing things such as talking about how boring class is for now...Not so interesting..But I'm sure you won't die from reading it. &lt;br /&gt;Did I also mention (i feel like adding this in, just because i remembered it's SUPPOSED to be something like a JOURNAL) that I am sooo cringing over the fact that Kelvin has decided to take up smoking as a new and "cool" hobby? I mean, what's with that? Is he not aware that it looks DISGUSTING as well as the fact that he has a chance of dying around the age of 30 and he will end up having more *&amp;$%@# *beep*(censor) up teeth than he already has...not that I'm really trying to diss him..Okay, this is so not cool..&lt;br /&gt;Oh and another thing: Nena, my heart goes out to you. Have TONNES *rolls eyes* of fun watching Jake Gyllenhaal (or however you spell it xD) lame-joke his heart out while Sue squeals over his fascinating wit and charm (which is so not apparent =P)..xD although I do give points to him and Sue for the fact that he may (yes, "may") be exceptionally hot...and good looking..But in no way resembles a certain M.V...What were you thinking, Glen?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, seeing as I am just about out of stupid internet credit...i may have to leave it at that..But be assured, unlike my very UNFINISHED (meaning i still have to finish the last paragraph of the second chapter) fanfic, i will come back and update you some more on the not so interesting antics of TANIKA!! So that's me for today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is Tanika, signing OUT!</content>
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