<?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-406163702899418726</id><updated>2012-03-14T23:09:46.573+11:00</updated><category term='i&apos;ve been tricked'/><category term='i miss lisa'/><category term='i don&apos;t sound sexy whispering'/><category term='i like tumblr'/><category term='Michelle'/><category term='nicknames'/><category term='dumb is fug'/><category term='i miss anne'/><category term='Julia'/><category term='trust is hard to find'/><category term='UNREQUITED SHIT'/><category term='leave me alone'/><category term='asian parents'/><category term='ratty'/><category term='Teuly'/><category term='periods'/><category term='lyrics'/><category term='pray i don&apos;t get poisoned'/><category term='chlamydia girl'/><category term='PEOPLE MAKE MISTAKES'/><category term='unsure'/><category term='CALM YOSELVES'/><category term='PARANOIA'/><category term='phone call'/><category term='embarrassment'/><category term='easily charmed = easy'/><category term='homework'/><category term='summer'/><category term='Ivy'/><category term='it&apos;s scary knowing that people are studying right now'/><category term='yay'/><category term='let me stroke your chin'/><category term='Liverpool'/><category term='been thinkin bout ya OH NA NA NA'/><category term='the look'/><category term='anger'/><category term='i should be a detective'/><category term='i hate playing games'/><category term='my blog does not define me'/><category term='nonsense'/><category term='lisa is the best'/><category term='If you stop loving someone... does it mean you ever truly loved them?'/><category term='males'/><category term='bus'/><category term='rant'/><category term='shoes'/><category term='reading'/><category term='sport'/><category term='empty promise'/><category term='earth hour'/><category term='i&apos;m funny'/><category term='SECRETLY EVIL PEOPLE'/><category term='i&apos;m a neat guy'/><category term='random'/><category term='LALALALALALALALAL'/><category term='reunion'/><category term='prank'/><category term='i like pizza bags'/><category term='feb 29 party tomorrow'/><category term='mac fields'/><category term='music'/><category term='i like my friends'/><category term='school'/><category term='ez'/><category term='I HATE CUTE'/><category term='Vivian'/><category term='top stuff'/><category term='kony2012'/><category term='text'/><category term='i hate myself right now'/><category term='asians'/><category term='swimming'/><category term='holidays'/><category term='i am screwed'/><category term='call me dr christie'/><category term='handshake'/><category term='maths is shit'/><category term='yay for friday'/><category term='i am not a slut'/><category term='adorbz'/><category term='i am a maths wiz'/><category term='my ipod has returned'/><category term='sundays'/><category term='christie + (-people) = christie x crazy'/><category term='past life'/><category term='get over yourself LAL'/><category term='a small dick probably compensates for your big ego'/><category term='discovery'/><title type='text'>Hello world!</title><subtitle type='html'>I am the best. The end.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fearhasnovoice.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/406163702899418726/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fearhasnovoice.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/406163702899418726/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Christie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16260715974672301819</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pEdUy6L5vpY/SynTIAtiVWI/AAAAAAAAA9g/PuPMxq0vddM/S220/DSC06224.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>802</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-406163702899418726.post-8048978266123668817</id><published>2012-03-14T22:28:00.002+11:00</published><updated>2012-03-14T23:09:46.593+11:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ratty'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='let me stroke your chin'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='i&apos;m funny'/><title type='text'>LOVE AT FIRST SIGHT BULLSHIT.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;iframe src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/nNTyfVh3nmU" allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="315" width="540"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HOLY SHIT. I AM SO SURPRISED THIS SONG IS NOT SEXUAL. WOO! GO, USHER!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If  it's wrong to dislike someone, merely because your friend has something  against them, is it wrong to like someone because your friend loves  them? IS IT? IS IT WRONG TO THINK THAT PEOPLE DON'T GIVE A SHIT ABOUT  YOUR OPINION, SO INSTEAD, YOU REMAIN SILENT TO NOT WASTE YOUR BREATH ON  PEOPLE WHO DON'T CARE? IS IT? IS IT WRONG TO THINK SOMEONE IS MORE  ATTRACTIVE JUST BECAUSE THEY SMELL LIKE ANGELS? IS IT?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I WANT TO  HAVE THAT EFFECT ON PEOPLE. I WANT PEOPLE TO TAKE ONE WHIFF OF ME AND  FALL IN LOVE WITH ME BECAUSE THIS IS THE IMPACT SOMEONE HAS MADE ON ME  SO IT IS TOTALLY POSSIBLE. I'm not weird.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How do I overcome this  problem? Dude, I swear learning about belonging has triggered me to  think about a lot of shit and it turns out I have issues with belonging  too!!!! WHAT I HAVE REALISED IS MY BARRIER TO BELONING IS ACTUALLY  MYSELF. What is unresolved is, do I really want to belong? This probably  sounds ridiculously boring to you BUT if you're a mind reader, you'll  get it. HAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I'm just slow so I don't really understand  what's going on in tutor. I think if he taught more effectively, I would  remember how shit works without even having to look back at it. Hm,  this is probably my fault for being a lazy shit. IT'S SO WEIRD LEARNING  STUFF AT SCHOOL. USUALLY, TUTORING CREATES A BASIC UNDERSTANDING THEN  YOU ENHANCE IT AT SCHOOL BUT I'M CREATING MY BASIC UNDERSTANDING AT  SCHOOL. Weird or what!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Many people stayed at home to study  today. I am scared at the amount of studying people are getting. Now I  feel like I should stay home on Friday. SIGH&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's quite sad that we have the potential to be good friends but can never be that way because I know you cannot be trusted. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I  TYPED UP SOME OF MY SPEECH. THEN I READ IT... PRETENDING I WAS ACTUALLY  PRESENTING IT. Man, I am really awkward. Hand gestures don't come to me  and I'm not even speaking to anyone. LOL. If I get 7 again, I will cry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm so sorry, world. My laugh is extremely unattractive and annoying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;good luck to all&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/406163702899418726-8048978266123668817?l=fearhasnovoice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fearhasnovoice.blogspot.com/feeds/8048978266123668817/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fearhasnovoice.blogspot.com/2012/03/love-at-first-sight-bullshit.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/406163702899418726/posts/default/8048978266123668817'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/406163702899418726/posts/default/8048978266123668817'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fearhasnovoice.blogspot.com/2012/03/love-at-first-sight-bullshit.html' title='LOVE AT FIRST SIGHT BULLSHIT.'/><author><name>Christie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16260715974672301819</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pEdUy6L5vpY/SynTIAtiVWI/AAAAAAAAA9g/PuPMxq0vddM/S220/DSC06224.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/nNTyfVh3nmU/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-406163702899418726.post-3899927303345864325</id><published>2012-03-13T00:55:00.002+11:00</published><updated>2012-03-13T00:58:20.225+11:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='If you stop loving someone... does it mean you ever truly loved them?'/><title type='text'>THIS PARANOIA IS GETTING TO ME.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;iframe src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/Ai2VnZc1ZnY" allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="315" width="540"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As  I've mentioned many times, understanding makes the basis for a good  relationship. However, I don't seem to understand you anymore. I thought  we had something good. I thought we had something great. I thought we  would be forever but who doesn't think that at the beginning of every  relationship? I'm tired of pretending that I like you. SCREW YOU,  PHYSICS. I HATE YOU. LOL :( I'M FUNNY, OK?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nah, seriously... MY UNDERSTANDING FOR PHYSICS HAS GONE DOWNHILL. HELP ME.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I  am so glad I have Mr Robson as my teacher. HE IS SO GOOD!?!?! LIKE  WDF!!! I'm not sure if he hates me or not... JUST BECAUSE I SCREAMED  'YAY' WHEN HE SAID THAT WE WOULDN'T BE DOING MUCH WORK THAT DAY. I was  just saying what everyone was thinking! LOL. :( SUCH A GOOD TEACHER  NONETHELESS?!!?!!? I just want to study for physics and ask him  questions now. HAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MR SCHIPPERS SAID SHIT. WELL, HE WHISPERED  IT UNDER HIS BREATH. DON'T THINK I'M NOT LISTENING, MR SCHIPPERS!!!  It's only funny because he said 'WHAT????' when he heard Liza say shit.  Luckily, she pretended she said sheep so everyone is all okay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;KILLAHHHH  DILLAHHH?????????? Mr Gippel is so scary but so funny at the same time.  He laughs at his own jokes a lot, especially when the class encourages  him just a little bit too much by laughing as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I realised  I've been talking about all my teachers.. I have nothing to say to you  Mr Hancock. You know what else I've realised? I used to think that I  couldn't follow a routine, like one involving non-stop studying... BUT  IT'S NOT BECAUSE I CAN'T DO IT, it's a lack of motivation. It's sad that  I don't know what I want. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I DON'T WANT TO END UP WITH A SHIT JOB AFTER 13 YEARS OF SCHOOL. I WANT TO BE SUCCESSFUL. :((((((((&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What  is better? TO STAY AT HOME AND STUDY BUT MISS OUT ON A WHOLE DAY OF  SCHOOL OR TO GO TO SCHOOL, RISKING WASTING A WHOLE DAY, AND WORKING  EFFICIENTLY AT HOME? Decisions. Decisions. I may end up staying home on  Thursday... BUT WE HAVE PRAC FOR AG. I'm sure it'll be fine missing out  on vaccinating... whatever animal we're vaccinating.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I STILL DON'T UNDERSTAND WHY YOU DON'T WANT MY FRIENDSHIP. WHY?!!!?!?!?!!!?!??!?!?!??!?!?!!?!?!?! IS IT BAD TO WASTE TIME ON SOMEONE WHO DOESN'T LOVE YOU AS MUCH AS YOU LOVE THEM? IS IT?????????????? TOO MANY QUESTIONS AND SO LITTLE TIME.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SO MUCH TO STUDY AND SO LITTLE TIME.&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/406163702899418726-3899927303345864325?l=fearhasnovoice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fearhasnovoice.blogspot.com/feeds/3899927303345864325/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fearhasnovoice.blogspot.com/2012/03/this-paranoia-is-getting-to-me_13.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/406163702899418726/posts/default/3899927303345864325'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/406163702899418726/posts/default/3899927303345864325'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fearhasnovoice.blogspot.com/2012/03/this-paranoia-is-getting-to-me_13.html' title='THIS PARANOIA IS GETTING TO ME.'/><author><name>Christie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16260715974672301819</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pEdUy6L5vpY/SynTIAtiVWI/AAAAAAAAA9g/PuPMxq0vddM/S220/DSC06224.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/Ai2VnZc1ZnY/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-406163702899418726.post-1413236133931092057</id><published>2012-03-11T18:31:00.003+11:00</published><updated>2012-03-11T20:04:56.724+11:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='it&apos;s scary knowing that people are studying right now'/><title type='text'>TALK TO ME.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 523px; height: 392px;" alt="Follow this blog, you will love it on your dashboard" src="http://28.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lxcuut4gEk1qe0v4zo1_500.gif" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remember when I woke up in the morning and admired how beautiful my stomach was before I ate. HAHAHA. I CAN'T DO THAT ANYMORE. MY STOMACH LOOKS CRAP ALL THE TIME. I USED TO LOOK TONED AND SHIT IN THE MORNING BUT THAT IS NO MORE. Thanks, HSC.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My skin is really bad right now. The other day I was all pimply and disgusting. Yes, I am still pimply and disgusting but my face is also dry??? DA FAQ?? THIS IS RIDICULOUS. THERE IS A DRY PATCH ON MY EYE AND THIS SOMEHOW MAKES ME LOOK LIKE I HAVE A MONOLID OR HALF ASLEEP. Okay, I usually look half asleep BUT one eye is more sleepier than the other. HAHAHAHAHA. THERE IS NOT ENOUGH MAKE UP IN THIS WORLD TO COVER UP SUCH A FACE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have a strong feeling that my speech is going to be very boring and the teachers' laughs will be very forced. I WANT THEM TO ACTUALLY LAUGH. So, I was laying in bed and thinking about what I'd say in my speech, as people commonly do. HOWEVER, I WAS THINKING BACK TO WHAT I CAME UP WITH AND IT WAS COMPLETE SHIT. How do I come up with a joke? I made a deal with Margaret that we'd have at least 250 words by tomorrow or we will be punished. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No one is online but that does not deter me from wasting time. AHAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since I am waiting for my pasta to cook, I WILL JUST TALK ABOUT THE RESULTS OF THE POLL. I am unsure of the results of the poll. HAHAHA. SINCE I HAVE BOTH A FLAT ASS AND FLAT CHEST, I WILL INFORM YOU OF THE CONS OF ALL OF THEM. Well, having a flat ass means your butt is not cushioned when you're sitting down so if you sit on someone, they will complain how bony your butt is. However, the likelihood of knocking shit over when you're trying to get to your seat at tutor is very small. I HAVE WITNESSED THIS BEFORE. A flat chest means you often will not fill your bra and you'll feel like a 12 year old boy. THOUGH, WHEN YOU'RE LAYING DOWN TO READ, your tiny tits will not get in the way. HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA. TIS TRUE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, my conclusion is... I would rather have a nice ass because that shit cannot be faked. Have you heard of a butt job? I THOUGHT NOT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I don't understand why people ask questions that can easily be answered by a simple search on Google. very srs here&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BACK TO... NOTE WRITING. hollah&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/406163702899418726-1413236133931092057?l=fearhasnovoice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fearhasnovoice.blogspot.com/feeds/1413236133931092057/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fearhasnovoice.blogspot.com/2012/03/talk-to-me.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/406163702899418726/posts/default/1413236133931092057'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/406163702899418726/posts/default/1413236133931092057'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fearhasnovoice.blogspot.com/2012/03/talk-to-me.html' title='TALK TO ME.'/><author><name>Christie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16260715974672301819</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pEdUy6L5vpY/SynTIAtiVWI/AAAAAAAAA9g/PuPMxq0vddM/S220/DSC06224.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-406163702899418726.post-4199054588283281126</id><published>2012-03-11T00:37:00.005+11:00</published><updated>2012-03-11T00:57:26.088+11:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='CALM YOSELVES'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='been thinkin bout ya OH NA NA NA'/><title type='text'>I WANT THIS TO BE OVER.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;iframe src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/6PN78PS_QsM" allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="315" width="540"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got a little bored of Frank Ocean. Please suggest songs to me. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wonder what people think of me. I know that I always judge people and I can come up with some really weird judgements. YOU ALL HAVE BEEN JUDGED AND YOU DON'T EVEN KNOW IT. WHAT COMES TO MIND WHEN PEOPLE FIRST SEE ME? Some depressed/drunk lil hoe that wears flares and wedges to the library.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of which, I did not vlog today because nothing interesting happened, as with every other day in my life. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love people that smell good. omg, let me sniff you. HAHAHAHAHAHA. I forget to take a whiff of kermy today. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I understand why people would perceive me as slow. When I'm not talking to my friends, I seem kinda... kho... LOL. If you're vietnamese, then you'll understand. Sometimes certain things must be described in vietnamese because it suits the situation perfectly. LIKE... PEOPLE WHO ARE NHIEU CHUYEN. BLOODY LOL. Please know that I'm not that dumb, okay? :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;form method="post" action="http://poll.pollcode.com/1j6h"&gt;&lt;table bg=""  border="0" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="2" width="150" style="color:EEEEEE;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td colspan="2"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:-1;color:000000;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Would you rather have:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td width="5"&gt;&lt;input name="answer" value="1" id="answer1" type="radio"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:-1;color:000000;"&gt;&lt;label for="answer1"&gt;a really flat ass and awesome boobs&lt;/label&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td width="5"&gt;&lt;input name="answer" value="2" id="answer2" type="radio"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:-1;color:000000;"&gt;&lt;label for="answer2"&gt;a really flat chest and awesome ass&lt;/label&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td colspan="2"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;input value="Vote" type="submit"&gt;  &lt;input name="view" value="View" type="submit"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td colspan="2" align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:-2;color:black;"&gt;pollcode.com &lt;a href="http://pollcode.com/"&gt;free polls&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/form&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have no idea how to answer this. THERE ARE BOTH PROS AND CONS TO BOTH BUT OMG. SO DIFFICULT. You better vote or I'll be sad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I MISS EVERYONE. I JUST WANT TO TALK TO EVERYONE. TALK TO ME. I MISS YOU. OMFG. I wonder if you miss me too... HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA. Dude, I miss random people at random times. I wonder if people miss me too. I doubt it. HAHAHAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am extremely paranoid. Like today, as I waited outside for the 3u class to start, I couldn't help but panic and think DOES THE CLASS REALLY START AT 6? I KNOW I CAME AT THE SAME TIME LAST TIME BUT WHAT IF THEY CHANGED THE TIME? I was seriously worried and I wasn't even comforted by the sound of Danielle's laugh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are a lot of people I want to get close to or befriend but I can't bring myself to do it because I'm afraid of rejection. HAHAHAHAHA. WHY DON'T YOU WANT MY FRIENDSHIP!!!!!!!!!!! :'(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How do you deal with someone who loves you more than you love them? WHAT TO DO? Sorry, it's not me, it's you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;night yo&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/406163702899418726-4199054588283281126?l=fearhasnovoice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fearhasnovoice.blogspot.com/feeds/4199054588283281126/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fearhasnovoice.blogspot.com/2012/03/i-want-this-to-be-over.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/406163702899418726/posts/default/4199054588283281126'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/406163702899418726/posts/default/4199054588283281126'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fearhasnovoice.blogspot.com/2012/03/i-want-this-to-be-over.html' title='I WANT THIS TO BE OVER.'/><author><name>Christie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16260715974672301819</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pEdUy6L5vpY/SynTIAtiVWI/AAAAAAAAA9g/PuPMxq0vddM/S220/DSC06224.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/6PN78PS_QsM/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-406163702899418726.post-1122145770452119271</id><published>2012-03-09T21:49:00.005+11:00</published><updated>2012-03-10T00:06:43.822+11:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='i am screwed'/><title type='text'>Vulnerable.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img class="image_thumbnail enlarged" alt="" id="thumbnail_photo_18998901960" style="cursor: pointer; background-color: transparent; width: 540px; height: 286px;" src="http://30.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_m0hsg7xagd1qgu9sho1_500.gif" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have begun to sleep ealier and by earlier I mean at 12. LMAO. THAT MEANS I GET 7 HOURS OF SLEEP AS OPPOSED TO THE PREVIOUS 6 HOURS. Despite this, I felt like complete shit today. Man, during assembly, I was much more irritable than usual. I felt really dizzy and according to my mum, it's because I don't drink enough water. LITTLE HEADS IN FRONT OF ME MOVED BACK AND FORTH AND IT FREAKED ME OUT A LITTLE. Never again will I sit at the front. FUSHFKHSDFJSHD.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PDA pisses me off. URGHKJHGHUUUUUUURGGGGGGH. Maybe I wouldn't understand because I'm the ultra virgin but still, can't people just be discrete and keep that shit behind closed doors. Wait, GENEVIEVE DOES NOT LIKE PDA EITHER SO THERE. WHY MUST PEOPLE DO THIS? WHHHHHHHHHHHY? You know what else is annoying? MYSTERIOUS PEOPLE. Despite wanting to be one myself, I hate how they just keep you wondering. Urgh, stop that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lately, I've realised that I always say the wrong thing at the wrong time. I have had much more embarrassing moments than usual this week but I don't understand why. WHAT HAS CHANGED? MAYBE I'M A LITTLE MORE... OUTSPOKEN. HAHAHAHAHAHA. Okay, I'm not. I would tell you about it but then I'll feel embarrassed again, turn red and Yvy will call me Mr Gippel's daughter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I AM GOING TO K-MART TOMORROW AND I DON'T THINK YOU UNDERSTAND HOW EXCITED I AM!!!!!!!!! WEW!!!!!!!!!!!! Like many other girls, I have a strange fascination with make up. Man, it brings me so much joy and if I get a shit ATAR, I will become a make up artist then get rich off Youtube. HAHAHAHA. You can't judge me, okay? My old back up plan was to marry a rich guy and live happily ever after.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You make me a better person. Ngawwwwwwww. :')&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I HATE it when people try to kiss me on the cheek, which rarely happens but it's annoying when it does. LOL. Do whatever the hell you want to me but that. This face is reserved for my mum, okay? I remember in year 8, Shoshi kissed my cheek and flipped the shit out. HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA. Man, good times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why must you always try and be better than me? WHY MUST YOU TRY TO BE BETTER THAN ME IN ALMOST EVERY ASPECT? The only person that can be a better version of me is me, OKAY? Can't you be original for once? Cue the hair flip.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I swear I talk about the same things in each blog post. LOL. I HAVE REALLY SHIT MEMORY. I asked if Vivian came to school yesterday and she told me that she saw me.... UUUHHHHHHHHHHHHH. LOL. SO SOZ.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Prepare yourselves for a video tomorrow! Yay!&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/406163702899418726-1122145770452119271?l=fearhasnovoice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fearhasnovoice.blogspot.com/feeds/1122145770452119271/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fearhasnovoice.blogspot.com/2012/03/vulnerable.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/406163702899418726/posts/default/1122145770452119271'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/406163702899418726/posts/default/1122145770452119271'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fearhasnovoice.blogspot.com/2012/03/vulnerable.html' title='Vulnerable.'/><author><name>Christie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16260715974672301819</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pEdUy6L5vpY/SynTIAtiVWI/AAAAAAAAA9g/PuPMxq0vddM/S220/DSC06224.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-406163702899418726.post-5874151137356215256</id><published>2012-03-08T15:48:00.015+11:00</published><updated>2012-03-08T20:03:29.596+11:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='leave me alone'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='get over yourself LAL'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='my blog does not define me'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='PEOPLE MAKE MISTAKES'/><title type='text'>Surrealism.</title><content type='html'>&lt;meta equiv="Content-Type" content="text/html;charset=UTF-8"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i230.photobucket.com/albums/ee144/johannepigen/GIFs/Anger/homerfuckyou.gif" class="media" id="fullSizedImage" alt="fuck you" galleryimg="no" style="width: 337px; height: 259px;" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Hi. As Gossip Girl says, 'you're no one till you're talked about'. Though this may be true, do you really want to be someone? I'd rather be no one than someone that knows they're being talked about, especially over something that is completely untrue. I feel so uncomfortable knowing that someone I am talking to has been talking about me behind my back. Funnily enough, this untrue story is coming from someone who I'm not even friends with. You don't even know me, let alone how I bloody feel. I don't even know how I feel most of the time so screw you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I know shit like this should not affect me but it does. High school drama is nothing BUT I'M IN HIGH SCHOOL SO IT IS SOMETHING TO ME. Okay, I am done ranting. I will never mention this again.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Today I have learnt:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Trust is so hard to find.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I want to strengthen the friendships I currently have than making new ones. GOOD IDEA, ANNE AND JULIA.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I don't know if I want to be friends with you anymore.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Mary does not want to be touched by Julia because she is yucky, unlike Anne and I who are willing to share our love with the world.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Mary is a cool gal. I hope our friendship continues to improve. :) MY DREAMS HAVE COME TRUE!!!! HAHAHAHA. You can't be judging me just because I was desperate to befriend her at the start of the year. LOL.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="text-align: justify;"&gt;People are so bloody weird.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I love you, guys!!!!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I WAS LATE TODAY BUT THE TEACHERS SENT US HOME BECAUSE ROADS WERE BLOCKED AND IT WAS THE BEST DAY EVER!!!!! ANNE, JULIA, MARY AND I COMPILED OUR OWN LITTLE LIBRARY CREW AND I THINK THIS DAY HAS TOTALLY MADE US CLOSER. This day has been comprised of tears, laughs, fake lesbian relationships and really bad singing. I wish I had a good day like this everyday.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/406163702899418726-5874151137356215256?l=fearhasnovoice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fearhasnovoice.blogspot.com/feeds/5874151137356215256/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fearhasnovoice.blogspot.com/2012/03/untitled.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/406163702899418726/posts/default/5874151137356215256'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/406163702899418726/posts/default/5874151137356215256'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fearhasnovoice.blogspot.com/2012/03/untitled.html' title='Surrealism.'/><author><name>Christie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16260715974672301819</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pEdUy6L5vpY/SynTIAtiVWI/AAAAAAAAA9g/PuPMxq0vddM/S220/DSC06224.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-406163702899418726.post-6445738307560997471</id><published>2012-03-07T21:50:00.001+11:00</published><updated>2012-03-07T21:51:43.575+11:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img style="-webkit-user-select: none" src="http://27.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lxb1duVyjZ1qiln3bo1_500.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Apparently Julia is my soulmate. HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA. I can't wait till I'm lonely at 30. WOOHOOO!!! Reserving myselfs. Why can't you just love me while I'm in my prime???? WHY????????? byebye&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/406163702899418726-6445738307560997471?l=fearhasnovoice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fearhasnovoice.blogspot.com/feeds/6445738307560997471/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fearhasnovoice.blogspot.com/2012/03/apparently-julia-is-my-soulmate.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/406163702899418726/posts/default/6445738307560997471'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/406163702899418726/posts/default/6445738307560997471'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fearhasnovoice.blogspot.com/2012/03/apparently-julia-is-my-soulmate.html' title=''/><author><name>Christie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16260715974672301819</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pEdUy6L5vpY/SynTIAtiVWI/AAAAAAAAA9g/PuPMxq0vddM/S220/DSC06224.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-406163702899418726.post-6623641141844991513</id><published>2012-03-07T21:15:00.006+11:00</published><updated>2012-03-07T21:46:06.436+11:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='the look'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='trust is hard to find'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='SECRETLY EVIL PEOPLE'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='kony2012'/><title type='text'>Silent battle.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img class="image_thumbnail" alt="" id="thumbnail_photo_18895893202" style="cursor: pointer; background-color: transparent; width: 400px; height: 559px;" src="http://28.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lz4rx7oDp11r4xmq8o1_500.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My day was not as anticipated. THE DAY STARTED OFF WITH MY iPOD NOT TURNING ON, DESPITE CHARGING THAT SHIT, AND LOSING MY BELOVED EYELASH CURLER. THEN I WOULD BE ALL ALONE DURING FREE PERIOD. I thought I was going to have a very shit day but dude, IT IS SO TRUE THAT LIFE IS WHAT YOU MAKE IT. HAHAHA. DON'T BE JUDGIN', OKAY? IT'S TRUE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, now that I think about it. Those things aren't bad at all because  there are people who are homeless and sleep on the streets. DUDE, IT IS  RAINING RIGHT NOW. POOR PEOPLE. I could never imagine how hard it is to  be homeless. We do not dare walk the streets of Cabramatta after 6 let  alone stay the whole night there. EVEN WORSE, THERE ARE CHILDREN BEING  ABDUCTED IN THE MIDDLE OF THE NIGHT, BRAINWASHED AND FORCED TO KILL. I  can't believe there is such a person as Joseph Kony.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remember when those a part of the Invisible Children came to our  school to talk to ys. I ALSO REMEMBER NOT BEING ABLE TO GO TO THAT THING  WHERE YOU SLEEP OVERNIGHT IN THE CITY? Man, I was legit sad because I  was so moved... HAHAHA. I HAD TO CONCEAL THE TEARS. I don't care if I'm  not allowed this time, I'm going. I am going to make everyone go so my  mum knows that I will be safe!!! I love how everyone is so aware of  this. :') I think we will actually make a difference.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I lack social skills and when I'm given the oppurtunity to make new friends, I don't take it. Then I continue to complain about how I want to make new friends. The library crew knows who is on the top of my list to befriend. HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA. PLEASE, I JUST WANT TO EXPERIENCE THE JOY YOU GAIN FROM SPEAKING TO THIS PERSON TOO. I DON'T WANT TO KNOW HOW NICE THEY ARE. I DON'T WANT TO KNOW HOW CARING AND FUNNY THEY ARE. I want to experience it for myself. Hook me up, pls. HAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Man, I am glad I didn't decide to go to the play today! Just let good things be as they are! HAHAHA. Apparently the cast were shit and weren't even good looking. The one we went to in the city was really enjoyable because not only were there good actors but they were also good looking. When Orlando was in that little fake pond... I FELT SO UNCOMFORTABLE, ALMOST AS UNCOMFORTABLE AS ROSALIND FELT. Stop it, ya sexy lil hunk. HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The library was fun!!! I WISH I WAS AS MOTIVATED AS I AM RIGHT NOW EVERY SINGLE DAY TILL THE HSC! The library crew changes every week. This week we had two new additions. HAHAHAHA... Genevieve and Joseph! Twas fun... and educational. Also, never again will I buy a caramel voltage from Gloria Jeans... NEVER AGAIN. Nicholas was right to complain about its lack of caramel. RIDICULOUS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I let people get to me really easily. Okay, I was more irritable because I was so hungry to the point that I was shivering so don't expect me to be too pleased when people are giggling like little shits and throwing shit everywhere. NOT IMPRESSED. NOT IMPRESSED AT ALL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why do people care about me when I'm not sad and don't care when I actually am? LOL.&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/406163702899418726-6623641141844991513?l=fearhasnovoice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fearhasnovoice.blogspot.com/feeds/6623641141844991513/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fearhasnovoice.blogspot.com/2012/03/silent-battle.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/406163702899418726/posts/default/6623641141844991513'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/406163702899418726/posts/default/6623641141844991513'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fearhasnovoice.blogspot.com/2012/03/silent-battle.html' title='Silent battle.'/><author><name>Christie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16260715974672301819</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pEdUy6L5vpY/SynTIAtiVWI/AAAAAAAAA9g/PuPMxq0vddM/S220/DSC06224.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-406163702899418726.post-7876649935525417036</id><published>2012-03-07T00:20:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2012-03-07T00:24:17.968+11:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://24.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lv68fngiXp1qj38q5o1_r1_500.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 500px; height: 285px;" src="http://24.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lv68fngiXp1qj38q5o1_r1_500.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/406163702899418726-7876649935525417036?l=fearhasnovoice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fearhasnovoice.blogspot.com/feeds/7876649935525417036/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fearhasnovoice.blogspot.com/2012/03/blog-post.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/406163702899418726/posts/default/7876649935525417036'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/406163702899418726/posts/default/7876649935525417036'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fearhasnovoice.blogspot.com/2012/03/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>Christie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16260715974672301819</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pEdUy6L5vpY/SynTIAtiVWI/AAAAAAAAA9g/PuPMxq0vddM/S220/DSC06224.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-406163702899418726.post-7003681618959544199</id><published>2012-03-03T22:37:00.005+11:00</published><updated>2012-03-04T01:24:27.919+11:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='i like tumblr'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='yay'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='unsure'/><title type='text'>belonging</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;iframe src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/xkflzlQgvMU" allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="315" width="540"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope you enjoy this video. HAHAHA. pls don't get bored&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Man, I am a sly little fox. AHAHAHA. ANOTHER GUESSING GAME!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;1. I hope you appreciate me and learn something new about me after this. HEHAKEHHKAJKHDASHJDAJSHDASAHHEHE&lt;br /&gt;2. LET ME TOUCH YOU.&lt;br /&gt;3. I think you're very trustworthy. One of the most trustworthy people I know.&lt;br /&gt;4. I wish we were friends. FRIENDSHIPS DON'T WORK UNLESS TWO PEOPLE MAKE AN EFFORT. SHOW ME THAT YOU WANT TO BE FRIENDS. SHOW ME!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;5. I kind of wish we were closer.&lt;br /&gt;6. OOOOOOOOOFTTTTTT. GET IN THEREEEEEEEEE.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/406163702899418726-7003681618959544199?l=fearhasnovoice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fearhasnovoice.blogspot.com/feeds/7003681618959544199/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fearhasnovoice.blogspot.com/2012/03/belonging.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/406163702899418726/posts/default/7003681618959544199'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/406163702899418726/posts/default/7003681618959544199'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fearhasnovoice.blogspot.com/2012/03/belonging.html' title='belonging'/><author><name>Christie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16260715974672301819</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pEdUy6L5vpY/SynTIAtiVWI/AAAAAAAAA9g/PuPMxq0vddM/S220/DSC06224.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/xkflzlQgvMU/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-406163702899418726.post-3110591361239007273</id><published>2012-03-03T20:40:00.001+11:00</published><updated>2012-03-03T21:19:05.750+11:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lisa is the best'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hello. I am gay. Lisa is da best. XOXOXOXO. Have a nice day.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/406163702899418726-3110591361239007273?l=fearhasnovoice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fearhasnovoice.blogspot.com/feeds/3110591361239007273/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fearhasnovoice.blogspot.com/2012/03/hello.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/406163702899418726/posts/default/3110591361239007273'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/406163702899418726/posts/default/3110591361239007273'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fearhasnovoice.blogspot.com/2012/03/hello.html' title=''/><author><name>Christie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16260715974672301819</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pEdUy6L5vpY/SynTIAtiVWI/AAAAAAAAA9g/PuPMxq0vddM/S220/DSC06224.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-406163702899418726.post-8881961257260489607</id><published>2012-03-02T23:55:00.003+11:00</published><updated>2012-03-03T00:04:57.379+11:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='top stuff'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='i hate myself right now'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='i should be a detective'/><title type='text'>It's okay to think that I'm weird.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lox3tp65aH1qzmdeo.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 535px; height: 295px;" src="http://media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lox3tp65aH1qzmdeo.gif" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;WHY DID I DO THAT?! WHYFUIHGUDFGGO?! UUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUURGGGGGGGGH. I am so stupid. Why do I never think before I speak?! Far out. I am dumb. I AM DUMB. NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO. RGRURRUGUHUEURHRUEUHRG. Why did Julia leave? WHHHY? I don't even like you, omfg. WHHHHHHHHHHYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYY?!!?!? Bloody hell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know how you're so embarrassed that you just want to roll into a ball and cry? Yes, that is how I'm feeling. Omfg, why did I do that!??!! -FACEPALM-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need to learn to shut the hell up and talk to myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I HAVE LEARNT FROM MY MISTAKE. NEVER AGAIN. NEVER!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Screw this. I will look fabulous tomorrow and hence, feel fabulous. HAHAHAHA. YEAH BITCH&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/406163702899418726-8881961257260489607?l=fearhasnovoice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fearhasnovoice.blogspot.com/feeds/8881961257260489607/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fearhasnovoice.blogspot.com/2012/03/its-okay-to-think-that-im-weird.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/406163702899418726/posts/default/8881961257260489607'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/406163702899418726/posts/default/8881961257260489607'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fearhasnovoice.blogspot.com/2012/03/its-okay-to-think-that-im-weird.html' title='It&apos;s okay to think that I&apos;m weird.'/><author><name>Christie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16260715974672301819</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pEdUy6L5vpY/SynTIAtiVWI/AAAAAAAAA9g/PuPMxq0vddM/S220/DSC06224.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-406163702899418726.post-3220884535294301268</id><published>2012-03-02T20:27:00.011+11:00</published><updated>2012-03-02T21:20:37.463+11:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='i hate playing games'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='LALALALALALALALAL'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='call me dr christie'/><title type='text'>Lone wolves unite.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://25.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lugtxuNKY91qcncteo1_500.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 327px; height: 700px;" src="http://25.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lugtxuNKY91qcncteo1_500.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Twas a good day today! I feel like these past few days have been very eventful. HAHAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My back is quite tanned but I don't understand why as being a conservative young lady means covering up. HOW DOES THIS WORK? Man, I love backs.  HAHAHA... so, of course I'd want a backless dress for formal. Sadly, my boobs are too small to pull that shit off. Wah. :( Shivani and I were looking at formal dresses during english today. I know you hate Sherri Hill but we were browsing on the Sherri Hill site and all the dresses look the same. WHAT DEW!!!! It is kind of hard to be original, honestly. LOL. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aw, I like my physics teachers. I just really don't like them when they pick on me. They tend to catch me at the wrong i.e. I am half asleep or don't know the answer so I am humiliated. OH PLS, WATCH ME TOP THE NEXT ASSESSMENT. AHAHHAAHA, jk. Pls don't.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I swear I've talked about this before. I have extremely shit memory. Well, short term memory. It has shown at tutor since our tutor forces us to memorise sentences and shit so we improve the way we construct sentences. LOL. I REMEMBER 5 WORDS MAXIMUM. I have issues. I really like tutoring now since it's only hahs people, excluding Lisa. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I AM A COMPLEX SOUL AND NOTHING CAN CHANGE THAT... or I like to think that I am. HAHAHAHAHA. I want a complex soul. Complex souls need another complex soul so they can ponder about life together. Otherwise, if you choose a simple minded shepherd, you are going to be bored for much of your time together. Correct? CORRECT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anne would make the best boyfriend. Such soft hair, such soft skin, such   a complex soul. My dear Anne, my sweet Anne... if you were a boy, we'd  be inseperable  and coupled like Juno's swans. HAHAHAHAHHAHA. Man, I am  so funny. Sometimes I can't control myself. Anyway, we should chill out more often.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See how I've employed repetition and intertexuality to emphasise the point I was making? HAHAHAHA. I am going to annoy everyone and relate everything to belonging. LOL. I actually don't mind belonging. The idea is quite fun to talk about, despite the fact I can't seem to come up with a thesis for my essay. Though, it don't matter in Cabramatta!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love library sessions with Julia. Ah, they are seriously the best and I have no idea what's going to happen when school is over.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It sucks seeing little kids that I know will be good looking some day. WHY MUST YOU BE 6 YEARS YOUNGER THAN ME? WHY MUST I LEAVE SCHOOL SO SOON? WHY MUST I BE UNABLE TO MONITOR YOUR PROGRESS? HAHAHAHAHAHA... speaking of which, Adam likes Octonauts!! EHEHEHKFJSHHHEEHKEJFHSKJHF... so cute!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! HERSHJFHEHEHE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate it when I shave my legs and I miss a spot. This time I missed a spot on my knees. So, yes. I have hairy knees.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WANNA PLAY A GUESSING GAME? I will never reveal the answers but have fun trying to figure this out:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;I feel like we've gotten so much closer. LET US STAY THIS WAY.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;HURRY UP, YOU SHIT. I AM WAITING.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Stop what you are doing. Just stop. YOU'RE WEIRDER THAN I THOUGHT.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I am not sure if I want to know who you really are.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Not knowing someone does not automatically make them mysterious. LAL&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;Sorry, my writing has poor flow. This is a blog, not an essay. I am Mr Gippel. HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHASHDJLAHDKJASH. STRAWBERRY TIE!!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Happy Friday!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;P.s. I apologise for my poor English.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/406163702899418726-3220884535294301268?l=fearhasnovoice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fearhasnovoice.blogspot.com/feeds/3220884535294301268/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fearhasnovoice.blogspot.com/2012/03/lone-wolves-unite.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/406163702899418726/posts/default/3220884535294301268'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/406163702899418726/posts/default/3220884535294301268'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fearhasnovoice.blogspot.com/2012/03/lone-wolves-unite.html' title='Lone wolves unite.'/><author><name>Christie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16260715974672301819</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pEdUy6L5vpY/SynTIAtiVWI/AAAAAAAAA9g/PuPMxq0vddM/S220/DSC06224.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-406163702899418726.post-3979013238474734590</id><published>2012-03-01T20:29:00.007+11:00</published><updated>2012-03-01T21:35:23.188+11:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dumb is fug'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='yay for friday'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='i miss lisa'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='i&apos;m a neat guy'/><title type='text'>I hate nut bars.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://24.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_ly8ebzq60O1qi1ob7o1_500.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 540px; height: 301px;" src="http://24.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_ly8ebzq60O1qi1ob7o1_500.gif" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;It is fun keeping secrets to yourself because the secrets I know are things that no one will be interested in and Julia will just politely nod at what I say. No one can judge me!!! I FEEL FABULOUSSSSSSSSSSSS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love ag! I hope Mr Schippers gets 'ya wally'. Sadly, I feel like that is an unlikely situation as the other class want 'bear' which I do not understand. Oh, I understand. The other class may POSSIBLY be smarter, WE HAVE MANY HILARIOUS MOMENTS WITH SCHIPPERS. HAHAHAHAHA. Man, the time he fell down is a time I will never ever forget.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YAY!!!!!!!!! I FINALLY PAID ATTENTION DURING PEAK TODAY AND LEARNT STUFF!!! OMG!! YAAAAAAAY!!! HE SPOKE TO ME. OMGOGMOFDMGDF. I don't think you understand how happy I was at that moment because he thinks we're all shit cunts. LOL. :( IT WAS SO EXCITING!!! IT IS MORE EXCITING THAN... UH, ANYTHING!!! I wish he'd care about me and pat my head.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think no one should feel like they're not good enough. Not for anything. Not for anyone. You are the reason you think you're not good enough. No one expects anything from you. WHY ARE YOU DOING THIS? WHY?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YOU ARE NOT CUTE NOR FUNNY. NO ONE IS IMPRESSED SO PLEASE STOP WITH WHAT YOU'RE DOING.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really love Friends! If someone has all the seasons, please give them to me! My harddrive broke. :( I do not remember Rachel ever having long hair but omg, JENNIFER ANISTON IS SO PRETTY. Today's episode featured that bald guy that's in all those action movies, like the one with the kid and is the genius that solved some really important code. LOL. I will not be like Rachel and try to get to know what is beneath that strong, silent exterior. Let strong, silent exteriors be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't need no man when I've got Anne. Please work out so I can touch your arms. This would mean I would stop grabbing and poking your arm, screaming 'BICEP!' everytime I squeeze it. Until that day comes, I will continue to annoy you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You suck.&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/406163702899418726-3979013238474734590?l=fearhasnovoice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fearhasnovoice.blogspot.com/feeds/3979013238474734590/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fearhasnovoice.blogspot.com/2012/03/i-hate-nut-bars.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/406163702899418726/posts/default/3979013238474734590'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/406163702899418726/posts/default/3979013238474734590'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fearhasnovoice.blogspot.com/2012/03/i-hate-nut-bars.html' title='I hate nut bars.'/><author><name>Christie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16260715974672301819</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pEdUy6L5vpY/SynTIAtiVWI/AAAAAAAAA9g/PuPMxq0vddM/S220/DSC06224.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-406163702899418726.post-3221321632893002049</id><published>2012-02-29T21:00:00.007+11:00</published><updated>2012-02-29T23:08:43.751+11:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='adorbz'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='a small dick probably compensates for your big ego'/><title type='text'>Goddamn, you sexy.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://24.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lzs0irUxA51qg3mw1o1_500.png"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 496px; height: 461px;" src="http://24.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lzs0irUxA51qg3mw1o1_500.png" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;iframe src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/hlAGXcVTBsA" allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="25" width="540"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I hate it when a song that I don't know all the lyrics to is stuck in my head so I start making up my own lyrics. HAHAHAHAHAHA. 'I wanna peel your body like a banana'... seriously, who comes up with this shit?! HAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHADHAADdsalkjdj..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAPPY FEBRUARY 29TH!!! WOOOO!!! HAPPY BIRTHDAY, MR WALTERS!! WHOOPWHOOOP!!!! :) Vivian's cake may have looked like a cake baked by Hagrid but it was delicious. HEHEHE!!! We must do this every four years!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went to see the descendents with Julia today! I'm not sure if she liked it... BUT I DON'T CARE. I LIKED IT. There was NO ONE in the cinema but a few old people so I got comfortable, and laid across 3 seats. LOL. I DON'T HATE GOING TO THE MOVIES ANYMORE!!!! We ate all our food before the movie even started.... HAHAHAHAHHAHAHA. MARRY, TWAS FUN! Sorry for dragging you around, Julia. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dude, how sad would it be if the love of your life cheated on you? BETTER YET, IMAGINE FINDING THE PERSON THAT YOU'LL LOVE FOREVER AND EVER (if that will ever happen). That is bloody weird. I can't imagine finding a person to stick by for life. I am not a slut. I am 17 and afraid of commitment. THIS IS COMPLETELY NORMAL. The descendants was so sad... WHEN HE SAID GOODBYE... omgsh. My heart hurt for him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THE BEAUTIFUL GIRL IS SO BEAUTIFUL. OMG. She is seriously a hot version of me. This ain't cool. I'm surprised I'm not jealous of her... WOW. FEELINGS OF JEALOUSY HAVE JUST LEFT MY BODY SO THAT MIGHT EXPLAIN WHY I'VE BEEN QUITE HAPPY LATELY. WOOTWOOT&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PEOPLE ARE SO HARD TO READ. SERIOUSLY, WDF? Maybe I am just dumb, blind and completely oblivious but omgsh... WHAT A REVELATION! MIND BLOWINNNNNNNNNNN'! Don't be racist. We should hate everyone equally! :) HAHA, jk. Anyway, wowowowowoowoowowowowowowww!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GOODBYE, MY LOVE. GOODBYE, MY PAIN.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/406163702899418726-3221321632893002049?l=fearhasnovoice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fearhasnovoice.blogspot.com/feeds/3221321632893002049/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fearhasnovoice.blogspot.com/2012/02/goddamn-you-sexy.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/406163702899418726/posts/default/3221321632893002049'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/406163702899418726/posts/default/3221321632893002049'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fearhasnovoice.blogspot.com/2012/02/goddamn-you-sexy.html' title='Goddamn, you sexy.'/><author><name>Christie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16260715974672301819</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pEdUy6L5vpY/SynTIAtiVWI/AAAAAAAAA9g/PuPMxq0vddM/S220/DSC06224.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/hlAGXcVTBsA/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-406163702899418726.post-8299142285812536405</id><published>2012-02-28T21:14:00.004+11:00</published><updated>2012-02-28T22:21:29.925+11:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='feb 29 party tomorrow'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='i like my friends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pray i don&apos;t get poisoned'/><title type='text'>first in, first served.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://29.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lqoe5rczli1r0ou82o1_500.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 500px; height: 305px;" src="http://29.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lqoe5rczli1r0ou82o1_500.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;iframe src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/muNGOccnQGE" allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="25" width="540"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IS THERE SUCH THING AS A BAD FRANK OCEAN SONG? Oh my got. AYAYAYAYYSDYADYSAUDHAUDHAHDAHDASH... I HAVE NEW SONGS!!!! WOOOOO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I am so happy right now. I am so sick of depressing sounding shit. YAYAYAYAYYAY!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I WAS RIGHT!!!!!!! I AM NOT PARANOID!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! WOOHOHOHOHOHOHOHOHOO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Though, there are certain implications for being right... I HAVE BEEN CAUGHT. But you know what?! I don't care because my existence has been acknowledged. AHAHAHAHA. partypartypartyinmypants&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of being caught, THE LIBRARY CAUGHT ME. Mr Coombes probably thinks I'm dumb for borrowing a maths textbook... because I was too slow to asnwer his question of 0.4 x 100. LOL. The book was meant to be a three day loan but I had it for 3 weeks... HAHA, WIN!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Moving on from my issues with cats, LIZA HAS ISSUES OF HER OWN WITH SANTA CLAUS. To jingle his bells or not to jingle his bells? TO RIDE HIS REINDEER OR NOT TO RIDE HIS REINDEER? Or would she rather settle for the ANGEL on the Christmas tree? Decisions, decisions, decisions! If this makes no sense, then good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I quite like my hair now! I FEEL SO CLEAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAN!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;your little lol crushes my soul. the pain... i can't stand it... HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA. HAVE YOU NOT HEARD OF CAPS LOCK!?!?!?!!?!?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate it when I tell someone a story and all they respond with is 'okay'... I JUST WASTED SO MUCH OF MY PRECIOUS BREATH ON YOU. WHY WOULD YOU DO THAT?! YOU ARE UNWORTHY OF MY FANTABULOUS FAB STORIES.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you watch my vlogs, can the feel the awkwardness I exude? I would not know because once I post it, I never look at it again. LOL. I'd post more but I don't have anything to talk about. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THANKS FOR POSTING ADVENTURE TIME ON YOUR BLOG, ANNE! I really like it. It's weird and I like weird. YAY&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Half yearlies soon! gonna top this shit LMAO... jk bai&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/406163702899418726-8299142285812536405?l=fearhasnovoice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fearhasnovoice.blogspot.com/feeds/8299142285812536405/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fearhasnovoice.blogspot.com/2012/02/first-in-first-served.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/406163702899418726/posts/default/8299142285812536405'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/406163702899418726/posts/default/8299142285812536405'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fearhasnovoice.blogspot.com/2012/02/first-in-first-served.html' title='first in, first served.'/><author><name>Christie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16260715974672301819</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pEdUy6L5vpY/SynTIAtiVWI/AAAAAAAAA9g/PuPMxq0vddM/S220/DSC06224.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/muNGOccnQGE/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-406163702899418726.post-5629678845262510672</id><published>2012-02-27T20:21:00.015+11:00</published><updated>2012-02-28T00:30:16.552+11:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='UNREQUITED SHIT'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='I HATE CUTE'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='PARANOIA'/><title type='text'>FADING</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-THZk-7pwy_8/T0tqOPtZonI/AAAAAAAABVs/AsxsUdQtB4M/s1600/V316908_CROP1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 496px; height: 667px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-THZk-7pwy_8/T0tqOPtZonI/AAAAAAAABVs/AsxsUdQtB4M/s400/V316908_CROP1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5713777345217274482" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Don't pretend that you don't have pictures of girls saved on your computer. I AM COMPLETELY NORMAL. IS IT SO WRONG TO APPRECIATE A FELLOW FEMALE'S BEAUTY? NO. Wow, I am a faggot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm sorry my shoes are old. I'm sorry I can't be bothered to polish them so they're black again. I'm sorry you suck shit. I'M SORRY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I HAVE REALISED THAT THE MUSIC I LISTEN TO IS BASED ON MY SURROUNDINGS. What I've learnt today is I cannot listen to a lot of my music on the train/bus because they seem to be inappropriate. HAHAHAHAHAHAHA. I HAVE NO IDEA WHY. It might be because there are people are around and I'm really paranoid. Like, if someone were to yank my earphone out of my ear and stick it in their ear, they'd think wdf, u lonely or think I'm dtf. LOL. :( I WILL OVERCOME THIS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HOW MUCH MORE DIFFERENT WOULD MY LIFE BE IF I WERE A BOY? I wonder what it's like to be a boy. How would I be treated? An even better question, would I be good looking? AHAHAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't like buying presents so no one should buy me presents.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am so bloody behind and the internet is evil.&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/406163702899418726-5629678845262510672?l=fearhasnovoice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fearhasnovoice.blogspot.com/feeds/5629678845262510672/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fearhasnovoice.blogspot.com/2012/02/fading.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/406163702899418726/posts/default/5629678845262510672'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/406163702899418726/posts/default/5629678845262510672'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fearhasnovoice.blogspot.com/2012/02/fading.html' title='FADING'/><author><name>Christie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16260715974672301819</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pEdUy6L5vpY/SynTIAtiVWI/AAAAAAAAA9g/PuPMxq0vddM/S220/DSC06224.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-THZk-7pwy_8/T0tqOPtZonI/AAAAAAAABVs/AsxsUdQtB4M/s72-c/V316908_CROP1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-406163702899418726.post-5526212373690065978</id><published>2012-02-25T23:42:00.011+11:00</published><updated>2012-02-26T00:36:12.940+11:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ez'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='my ipod has returned'/><title type='text'>FORBIDDEN</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-MgNJqNyRF8Q/T0jjo43mY6I/AAAAAAAABVg/rYrrdB5q5rk/s1600/Joseph_Gordon_Levitt_by_photonica.png"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 464px; height: 649px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-MgNJqNyRF8Q/T0jjo43mY6I/AAAAAAAABVg/rYrrdB5q5rk/s400/Joseph_Gordon_Levitt_by_photonica.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5713066418919334818" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;iframe src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/HNkMPnZyryo" allowfullscreen="" width="540" frameborder="0" height="25"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss you. I miss us. BAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA. No, srsly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I rarely get this feeling but do you have this urge to become friends with someone, to get close to them? Ah. Though, sadly, I know that this will never happen. Why!?! WHYYYYYYYYYYYYYYY?! This saddens me. IT IS SAD SITTING AROUND THINKING ABOUT SOMETHING THAT WILL NEVER HAPPEN.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't think I've told many people this but for some reason, in year seven, I REALLLLLLY WANTED TO BE FRIENDS WITH JULIA. Of course I did end up being friends with her that year but... LOOK AT WHAT HAPPENED WHEN I CHASED WHAT I WANTED. She is seriously a friend for life. HAHAHAHAHAHA. Maybe I shouldn't doubt this feeling and act on it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I am reading the book that will change my life. I've learnt a lot from what I've read but I find it difficult to believe that there's good in everyone? So, would it be true that a person entered a relationship believing they could be THE ONE that changes the other person? The other person often being an asshole, etc. LOL. HOW CAN THE WILD BE TAMED AND THE TAMED BE REFINED? HOW?!!?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AS STATED IN MY DESCRIPTION TO THE LEFT, I HATE NOT BEING TAKEN SERIOUSLY. You'll see what will happen for not listening to me. hahahahahahahahHAHHahahahahahAHHhaahah... speaking of which, does that mean they look down on me? THIS IS WHY I HATE BEING SEEN AS A JOKE SOMETIMES COS IT MAKES ME FEEL INFERIOR.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What I've noticed lately is when I wear lip gloss and earrings, it makes me seem like I've put sooooo much effort into the way I look but I really haven't done much. HAHAHA. MY SECRET HAS BEEN REVEALED.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I now know what to answer whenever I am asked 'who would you like to meet? (dead or alive)' I WOULD TOTALLY SAY BUDDHA. HOLLLLAHHHHH. HAHAHAHA... Who knew there would be meaning in my youtube username? LMAO&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I like opinionated people but that does not mean that I appreciate who are not willing to accept what I believe in. DO YA GET WHAT I MEAN? You can be opinionated yet be appreciative of others opinions, despite not agreeing to them. jeebus&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I HAVE A FAVOURITE SHIRT NOW. IT GOES WITH EVERYTHING. IT IS SO VERSATILE. AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH. LOOOOOOOOVE IT!!!! I WANT IT TO BE SATURDAY AGAIN COS I WANT TO WEAR MY NEW JEANS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! AHHHHHHHHHHH. I can't wait till I have them in red. OH MAH GAH&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/406163702899418726-5526212373690065978?l=fearhasnovoice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fearhasnovoice.blogspot.com/feeds/5526212373690065978/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fearhasnovoice.blogspot.com/2012/02/forbidden.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/406163702899418726/posts/default/5526212373690065978'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/406163702899418726/posts/default/5526212373690065978'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fearhasnovoice.blogspot.com/2012/02/forbidden.html' title='FORBIDDEN'/><author><name>Christie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16260715974672301819</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pEdUy6L5vpY/SynTIAtiVWI/AAAAAAAAA9g/PuPMxq0vddM/S220/DSC06224.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-MgNJqNyRF8Q/T0jjo43mY6I/AAAAAAAABVg/rYrrdB5q5rk/s72-c/Joseph_Gordon_Levitt_by_photonica.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-406163702899418726.post-1742391558283544950</id><published>2012-02-23T21:06:00.004+11:00</published><updated>2012-02-23T21:24:12.986+11:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='i don&apos;t sound sexy whispering'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='i&apos;ve been tricked'/><title type='text'>ya wally</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;iframe width="540" height="315" src="http://www.youtube-nocookie.com/embed/vFdTApj1nMA?rel=0" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen=""&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Sorry if i look fug and have weird hand motions. I actually wasn't looking at myself during the filming of this. LOL. Man, the thumbnail reflects this video perfectly... HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;P.S. NEVER GIVE ARROGANT PEOPLE THE SATISFACTION OF KNOWING THAT THEY'RE AS GREAT AS THEY THINK THEY ARE.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;P.S.S. I AM EMBARRASSED YET I REGRET NOTHING.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/406163702899418726-1742391558283544950?l=fearhasnovoice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fearhasnovoice.blogspot.com/feeds/1742391558283544950/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fearhasnovoice.blogspot.com/2012/02/ya-wally.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/406163702899418726/posts/default/1742391558283544950'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/406163702899418726/posts/default/1742391558283544950'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fearhasnovoice.blogspot.com/2012/02/ya-wally.html' title='ya wally'/><author><name>Christie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16260715974672301819</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pEdUy6L5vpY/SynTIAtiVWI/AAAAAAAAA9g/PuPMxq0vddM/S220/DSC06224.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-406163702899418726.post-3467184084662843424</id><published>2012-02-23T00:15:00.001+11:00</published><updated>2012-02-23T00:15:11.374+11:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;iframe src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/kKf2lECazMs" allowfullscreen="" width="540" frameborder="0" height="315"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/406163702899418726-3467184084662843424?l=fearhasnovoice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fearhasnovoice.blogspot.com/feeds/3467184084662843424/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fearhasnovoice.blogspot.com/2012/02/blog-post.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/406163702899418726/posts/default/3467184084662843424'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/406163702899418726/posts/default/3467184084662843424'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fearhasnovoice.blogspot.com/2012/02/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>Christie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16260715974672301819</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pEdUy6L5vpY/SynTIAtiVWI/AAAAAAAAA9g/PuPMxq0vddM/S220/DSC06224.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/kKf2lECazMs/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-406163702899418726.post-3565692849484259271</id><published>2012-02-22T20:17:00.006+11:00</published><updated>2012-02-22T22:23:16.218+11:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='christie + (-people) = christie x crazy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='i am a maths wiz'/><title type='text'>whispering sweet nothings</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;iframe src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/07oZl9EvNkU" allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="25" width="540"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I feel like I've learnt nothing about motors and generators at tutor. Maybe because I am half asleep... THE SOLUTION? Naps after school. I PAY SOOOO MUCH ATTENTION IF I NAP. OKAY, I SHALL DO THAT. I think finding the answers to your questions leaves with you such a great feeling as opposed to just giving up and asking someone for the answer. I should do this more often.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;What is a friend? If someone asked me to define 'friend', I would not know and end up listing qualities you'd find in a friend, a person that is reliable, tolerant and trustworthy. GOOGLE'S DEFINITION IS WEIRD.'A person whom one knows and with whom one has a bond of mutual affection, typically exclusive of sexual or family relations.' ... that doesn't sound right but Google is never wrong! HAHAHA.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I should keep my distance sometimes because I like the images I create of people so when they come too close to me, that image is often been completely destroyed. I don't want my fake boyfriend to be my boyfriend anymore. HAHAHAHAHAHAHA.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Why do people judge when you ask them for help? Why must people be so insistent about reinforcing the fact that they know something? Questions, questions, questions. Confusion, confusion, confusion. That's a quality that should be added to the list. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I really like Anne... though, I wish she would swear at me knowing that I would not take offence. Maybe we're not that close just yet. LOL. Sometimes I wish I were more interesting because I never have interesting stories to tell Anne. :(&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;It's so hard to listen to someone talk about something you completely disagree with but it's better than speaking up and starting a fight, right? I don't even know if remaining silent and nodding is a good thing? WHAT ARE YOU MEANT TO DO? Are you meant to speak up, start a fight knowing that they won't even end up agreeing with you? PEOPLE WHO LACK MATURITY ARE A PAIN IN THE BUTT.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; "&gt;Speaking of which... I think I've changed... a little. I DO NOT OVERREACT AS MUCH SO GO ME! This in turn has allowed me to realise how much of an annoying bitch I was. Some of our problems are so freaking miniscule yet we find a way to blow it completely out of proportion. We all have our own miniscule problems we can go ape shit over so I don't need people dumping their stupid problems on me. If you're thinking I would make a bad psychiatrist, I probably would... if I were in a bad mood. With life comes shit so bloody deal with it. YEAH, THAT IS AN ORIGINAL QUOTE. HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA. I am quite proud of that one.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;SOMETIMES I THINK WAAAAAYYYY TOO MUCH AND SOMETIMES I DON'T THINK AT ALL BEFORE ACTING. Like, today... this girl dropped her pencil case as she was putting her bag into the back of her car so she picked up her stuff and got into the front seat. I saw her ruler on the ground and I DIDN'T KNOW WHAT TO DO. SHOULD I GET UP AND KNOCK ON HER WINDOW? WILL I BE SEEN AS A SAVIOUR OR A WEIRDO? As I was thinking, her car drove away and I realised I should have picked up her ruler. WHAT IF THAT RULER WAS OF GREAT SIGNIFICANCE TO HER? Oh man. On the other hand, I realised being an ice cold bitch is not very nice at all and I feel bad.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Things I have to do for the rest of today:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;- finish off peak hw&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;- finish circle geo sheets&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;- ss booklet&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/406163702899418726-3565692849484259271?l=fearhasnovoice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fearhasnovoice.blogspot.com/feeds/3565692849484259271/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fearhasnovoice.blogspot.com/2012/02/i-feel-like-ive-learnt-nothing-about.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/406163702899418726/posts/default/3565692849484259271'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/406163702899418726/posts/default/3565692849484259271'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fearhasnovoice.blogspot.com/2012/02/i-feel-like-ive-learnt-nothing-about.html' title='whispering sweet nothings'/><author><name>Christie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16260715974672301819</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pEdUy6L5vpY/SynTIAtiVWI/AAAAAAAAA9g/PuPMxq0vddM/S220/DSC06224.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/07oZl9EvNkU/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-406163702899418726.post-7071099901480503204</id><published>2012-02-21T23:47:00.012+11:00</published><updated>2012-02-22T00:33:14.288+11:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='maths is shit'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='i miss anne'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='empty promise'/><title type='text'>Human value depends on liberation from the self.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.tumblr.com/photo/1280/jheneaiko/15714503578/1/tumblr_lugotsaDhS1qdq2jg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 485px; height: 485px;" src="http://www.tumblr.com/photo/1280/jheneaiko/15714503578/1/tumblr_lugotsaDhS1qdq2jg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;iframe src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/d7-dLsOUj_0" allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="25" width="540"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Do you ever feel kinda empty? Neither happy nor sad... you just feel nothing. It is really weird. I don't know if I like this feeling or not... SO STRANGE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really like 10 things I hate about you. HEATH LEDGER IS JUST SO DAMN CHARMING AND BAD ASS. BLONDIE IS SO FEISTY AND UNPREDICTABLE. They are just so perfect for each other. Ah. I constantly discovered myself smiling out of nowhere... HAHAHAHAHA. I really like that movie. MOVIES ARE JUST SO MUCH MORE FUN TO WATCH WHEN THERE ARE SO MANY GOOD LOOKING PEOPLE STARRED IN THEM.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why can't there be cute couples like that in real life? Often when I see couples, I AM THINKING 'BLEH. nuffin sigh worthy'... NOT THIS MOVIE COUPLE. THEY WERE JUST SO PERFECT. Man, I want a relationship like that. HAHAHAHA. THAT REMINDS ME... 'I WANT TO TAME A BAD BOY.' Oh Chanel, you are just too funny yet so right. I think all girls dream of that. Though, we must remember that life is not a movie so it will be extremely unlikely it'll happen. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I kind of just want to eat something cheap tomorrow considering I have spent too much money on a hat. THE STARVATION WILL BE WORTH THE STYLE. HAHAHAHA. jkjk&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I WANT A PEN PAL!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&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/406163702899418726-7071099901480503204?l=fearhasnovoice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fearhasnovoice.blogspot.com/feeds/7071099901480503204/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fearhasnovoice.blogspot.com/2012/02/human-value-depends-on-liberation-from.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/406163702899418726/posts/default/7071099901480503204'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/406163702899418726/posts/default/7071099901480503204'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fearhasnovoice.blogspot.com/2012/02/human-value-depends-on-liberation-from.html' title='Human value depends on liberation from the self.'/><author><name>Christie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16260715974672301819</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pEdUy6L5vpY/SynTIAtiVWI/AAAAAAAAA9g/PuPMxq0vddM/S220/DSC06224.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/d7-dLsOUj_0/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-406163702899418726.post-7391102082908430864</id><published>2012-02-20T19:15:00.004+11:00</published><updated>2012-02-20T20:33:18.990+11:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='nonsense'/><title type='text'>YOU ARE BETTER THAN WHAT YOU THINK YOU ARE.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-pQ3YXqOSKsY/T0ITBCoS_7I/AAAAAAAABVU/od66gv39grI/s1600/V309179.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 432px; height: 581px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-pQ3YXqOSKsY/T0ITBCoS_7I/AAAAAAAABVU/od66gv39grI/s400/V309179.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5711148186065895346" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Did you know she's wearing two chicken fillets? I HAVE HOPE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I've seen a lot of blog posts and articles on how to deal with negative people. I NEVER READ THEM BECAUSE I'VE ALWAYS THOUGHT, 'I DON'T KNOW ANY NEGATIVE PEOPLE! All my friends are made of rainbows and sunshine!' Oh how I was very wrong... NEGATIVE PEOPLE ARE SO FRUSTRATING. I try to help them but of course they won't hear you out because negative people are coincidentally also very stubborn. DON'T YOU HATE IT WHEN YOU WANT TO HELP SOMEONE BUT THEY DON'T WANT YOUR HELP SO YOU GIVE UP ON THEM, EVEN THOUGH YOU KNOW YOU SHOULDN'T? Yes, that is me all the bloody time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I personally cannot drink more than one can of soft drink without feeling disgusting. No, I'M NOT ANOREXIC but it's so just sickening. I CAN FEEL THE SUGAR FLOWING THROUGH MY VEINS. SLDFKJFKJSF.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I find insecurity to be the biggest turn off... EVER.  EVEVRVEVREVRVVVERRRRRRRRRR!!!!!!!!!!! IT IS NORMAL TO BE INSECURE BUT  LIKE, TO BE SO OPEN ABOUT IT AND SCREAMING OFF ROOFTOPS THAT YOU'RE SAD  ABOUT BEING UGLY COS THEN NO ONE WILL LOVE YOU, IS SO... asdaskdj. No  one is gonna love you until you learn to love yourself. HAHAHAHA!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I may have mentioned this but I don't see the reason for formal dates, unless the people are already together then okay. As for the rest, what is the point! If someone just asked you, it's hard to say no because news spreads fast and people will think you're a bitch so it's kind of a must to say yes, right? Sometimes I think people use that as a means of showing that they like someone however, WHAT IF THEY SEE YOU AS A BURDEN LIKE A BALL AND CHAIN? POINT IS, if you're gonna ask them, make sure that they WANT to say yes otherwise you will forever be a ball and chain. LOL. This is legit advice and I'm a girl so you now have insight into the complex mind of a female. HAHAHAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel like a lot of people don't know me at all, like how I truly am. Not because I'm not willing to show them but cos they don't wanna know me and don't appreciate me for what I truly am... A MAN. :( Though, in all seriousness, I'm not speaking about acquaintances cos there's a reason why they're acquaintances... HAHAHAHA. But my actual friends... WEIRD, HUH?&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/406163702899418726-7391102082908430864?l=fearhasnovoice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fearhasnovoice.blogspot.com/feeds/7391102082908430864/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fearhasnovoice.blogspot.com/2012/02/you-are-better-than-what-you-think-you.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/406163702899418726/posts/default/7391102082908430864'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/406163702899418726/posts/default/7391102082908430864'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fearhasnovoice.blogspot.com/2012/02/you-are-better-than-what-you-think-you.html' title='YOU ARE BETTER THAN WHAT YOU THINK YOU ARE.'/><author><name>Christie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16260715974672301819</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pEdUy6L5vpY/SynTIAtiVWI/AAAAAAAAA9g/PuPMxq0vddM/S220/DSC06224.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-pQ3YXqOSKsY/T0ITBCoS_7I/AAAAAAAABVU/od66gv39grI/s72-c/V309179.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-406163702899418726.post-3733033971259909802</id><published>2012-02-19T22:36:00.011+11:00</published><updated>2012-02-20T00:07:02.489+11:00</updated><title type='text'>Desires achieved increase thirst like salt water.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;WHAT WE HAVE IS NEVER GOOD ENOUGH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Cute. Why did the Bounty Hamster despise being called cute? Is it because the term 'cute' is somewhat demeaning? Seriously... THINK ABOUT IT. What do we associate with cute? Puppies, babies and short people. We even call something/someone cute when they do stupid things. BUT WHY??? I do this a lot too but I don't know why either. When you call something or someone cute, you would never think of powerful, right?! Right. Don't worry, Bounty Hamster, I think you're strong, mighty and powerful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's sad how hair is associated with beauty. I think if I had boy hair I wouldn't be the same beautiful creature I am now. HAHAHAHA. Who am I kidding, of course I'd be! Though, seriously, I kinda think people would look at me differently. THE 5/10 WOULD GO DOWN TO 2/10. PEOPLE ARE NO DIFFERENT FROM WHAT THEY WERE IN PRIMARY SCHOOL. EQUALLY AS JUDGEMENTAL BUT JUST MORE SMARTER ABOUT IT. Like when that boy, who will remain unnamed, did not tip me cos I look like a boy. Screw you, bitch. I am fabulous and you're not cute anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok, that's it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I JUST HAD AN EPIPHANY. I have realised what I truly want. I want to prove myself I can do it, that I can actually get somewhere. Not to my family, not to my friends but to myself. I WANT TO KNOW THAT I AM GOOD ENOUGH. Now that you've had an insight into that, I'm gonna sleep now. BYE&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/406163702899418726-3733033971259909802?l=fearhasnovoice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fearhasnovoice.blogspot.com/feeds/3733033971259909802/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fearhasnovoice.blogspot.com/2012/02/desires-achieved-increase-thirst-like.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/406163702899418726/posts/default/3733033971259909802'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/406163702899418726/posts/default/3733033971259909802'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fearhasnovoice.blogspot.com/2012/02/desires-achieved-increase-thirst-like.html' title='Desires achieved increase thirst like salt water.'/><author><name>Christie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16260715974672301819</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pEdUy6L5vpY/SynTIAtiVWI/AAAAAAAAA9g/PuPMxq0vddM/S220/DSC06224.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-406163702899418726.post-5258334265525141638</id><published>2012-02-18T23:36:00.003+11:00</published><updated>2012-02-19T00:32:53.942+11:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='easily charmed = easy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='i like pizza bags'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='i am not a slut'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;iframe width="540" height="315" src="http://www.youtube-nocookie.com/embed/XXBlKPnSCmQ?rel=0" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen=""&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;The video is shit. IF MY VOICE SOUNDS WEIRD, WHICH I THINK IT DOES, IT'S COS I FEEL WEIRD TALKING TO MYSELF. The only reason why I did it was to show off my eyebrows. IF YOU HADN'T NOTICED, MY EYEBROWS WERE REALLY UNEVEN COS I TRIED TO TRIM THEM BUT LUCKILY, I FIXED IT!!!! WOOHOOO!!!!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I was really freaking out yesterday because I hadn't studied for the TWO TESTS I had today. For the sake of not failing those tests, I skipped out on the tutorial that poor Duyen Nguyen planned specifically for us. I'M SORRY BUT YOU DON'T EVEN LOVE ME. I'M HURT. This is simply revenge.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I want flare jeans. People be judgin' but I don't care. I'll have flare. SO, HELL YEAH! HAHAHAHA.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/406163702899418726-5258334265525141638?l=fearhasnovoice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fearhasnovoice.blogspot.com/feeds/5258334265525141638/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fearhasnovoice.blogspot.com/2012/02/video-is-shit.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/406163702899418726/posts/default/5258334265525141638'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/406163702899418726/posts/default/5258334265525141638'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fearhasnovoice.blogspot.com/2012/02/video-is-shit.html' title=''/><author><name>Christie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16260715974672301819</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pEdUy6L5vpY/SynTIAtiVWI/AAAAAAAAA9g/PuPMxq0vddM/S220/DSC06224.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-406163702899418726.post-3938447098053052650</id><published>2012-02-15T22:26:00.003+11:00</published><updated>2012-02-16T00:34:54.736+11:00</updated><title type='text'>Outspoken</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;iframe src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/DEsqGOHo0nI" allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="315" width="540"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MY FACE FEELS LIKE SHIT. RERUEURHGGHGHGH. Whenever my hair brushes across my face or the wind comes by, I honestly feeling like ripping my face off. MY FACE IS ALL BUMPY AND YUCK SO IT JUST BRINGS DOWN MY MOOD COMPLETELY. I NEVER KNEW MY LOVE FOR CHILLI SAUCE WOULD EVER HURT ME... WHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHY... Luckily, I have come to a temporary solution being the smart cookie I am. You must not laugh but I smeared honey all over my face and I am dead serious. LOL. IT SOMEHOW CREATES A BARRIER BETWEEN MY FACE AND THE WORLD. AH, NOT AS ITCHY ANYMORE. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Library after school today was both fun and productive, as always. The library crew today consisted of me, Julia, Mitchell, Tracey, Vanessa and Wilson!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;ul style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;li&gt;We spent ages deciding on what to eat but ended up at superdish. HAHAAHHAHAHAHAA.... THIS WAS WHERE TRACEY POURED TEA INTO MITCHELL'S BOWL INSTEAD OF HIS CUP. HHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAAHAHAHHAAHHA!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I think I have befriended Wilson as we had a real conversation. SUCCESS! Sorry, I'm not weird. Though, what Julia said was true.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;People are extremely unpredictable and noisy.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I am a leech with a really ugly laugh that owes Mitchell and Vanessa $$$.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt;HOLY CRAP!!!!! I JUST REALISED I ONLY HAVE 2 DAYS TO STUDY FOR 2 TESTS, FOR SUBJECTS THAT I SUCK AT. AWHEWHWHHHHHHHHJDF! Man, I have really bad time management skills.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;YAYAYAY! Finals night tonight!!!!! Okay, I'm not that excited for it because of my bloody rash. RARERKJJGL... I have encountered another problem. DO I WASH THE HONEY OFF MY FACE? DUST HAS PROBABLY COLLECTED ON MY FACE BUT I DON'T WANNA DRY OUT MY FACE? I CAN'T REAPPLY EITHER COS I'LL HAVE HONEY ALL OVER MY PILLOW.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know if I will be vlogging tomorrow as I am not as funny as Anne... OMG. YES, I AM. I WILL HAVE A SPECIAL GUEST! HEHEHE! YOOOOOOOY!&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/406163702899418726-3938447098053052650?l=fearhasnovoice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fearhasnovoice.blogspot.com/feeds/3938447098053052650/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fearhasnovoice.blogspot.com/2012/02/outspoken.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/406163702899418726/posts/default/3938447098053052650'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/406163702899418726/posts/default/3938447098053052650'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fearhasnovoice.blogspot.com/2012/02/outspoken.html' title='Outspoken'/><author><name>Christie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16260715974672301819</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pEdUy6L5vpY/SynTIAtiVWI/AAAAAAAAA9g/PuPMxq0vddM/S220/DSC06224.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/DEsqGOHo0nI/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-406163702899418726.post-3364769433176737742</id><published>2012-02-14T21:51:00.003+11:00</published><updated>2012-02-14T23:43:03.732+11:00</updated><title type='text'>Big Poppa</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;iframe src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/wy_DL33E7do" allowfullscreen="" width="540" frameborder="0" height="315"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SO MANY MOTIVATIONAL SPEECHES WERE MADE TODAY. Yet, I feel like I should do heaps of work tomorrow, WHICH I WILL. I PROMISE. I'M SCARED NOW. I WAS SO CHILL BEFORE. OH MY GAT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I kind of don't like looking at old pictures/videos of when I was a kid. It makes me sad knowing that I'll never have those moments again. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are worth more than a stupid rose or a sing-o-gram. You are priceless so that is why I got you nothing as it costs $0. You can't put a pricetag on love. Mwah. HAHAHAHAHAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THE ONLY PEOPLE THAT ARE ALLOWED TO TREAT ME LIKE SHIT ARE MY PARENTS. DO YOU HAVE UNCONDITIONAL LOVE FOR ME? WOULD YOU LOVE ME NO MATTER WHAT? NO. SO, PISS THE HELL OFF. Some people are unbelievable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I find 'lol' to be completely useless unless it is used to show that you are pissed or something. THEY ARE COMPLETELY USELESSSSSSSSSS. YOU AIN'T LAFFIN'. YOU JUST EXPOSED YOUR COVER. JEEBUS. UMBDAYYYYYYY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would do a vlog but I am simply not as charming and as talented as Anne so I would rather not. Maybe on Thursday. Just... maybe. ON THAT NOTE, I CAN'T WAIT FOR FINALS NIGHT!!! W0O0O0O0O0OO00OOO00OO0OOOOOOOOOO0000000O!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nothing ever goes to plan.&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/406163702899418726-3364769433176737742?l=fearhasnovoice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fearhasnovoice.blogspot.com/feeds/3364769433176737742/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fearhasnovoice.blogspot.com/2012/02/big-poppa.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/406163702899418726/posts/default/3364769433176737742'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/406163702899418726/posts/default/3364769433176737742'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fearhasnovoice.blogspot.com/2012/02/big-poppa.html' title='Big Poppa'/><author><name>Christie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16260715974672301819</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pEdUy6L5vpY/SynTIAtiVWI/AAAAAAAAA9g/PuPMxq0vddM/S220/DSC06224.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/wy_DL33E7do/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-406163702899418726.post-1719620848899911475</id><published>2012-02-13T23:13:00.002+11:00</published><updated>2012-02-14T00:10:04.909+11:00</updated><title type='text'>You cannot change other people. You only have the power to change yourself.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://29.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lypm6p6zAX1qaj8woo1_500.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 540px; height: 303px;" src="http://29.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lypm6p6zAX1qaj8woo1_500.gif" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Today I have realised that we always risk dying everyday so I just wanted to let ya know that I love you. HAHAHA. The internet is not real life. IT IS MEANINGLESS. Your 'I love you' over  the internet means nothing to me (hahaha, Julia).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YAAAAY! IT'S FINALS NIGHT ON THURSDAY!!!! SO EXCITING!!! It's so sad how we appreciate things once it's too late. SEE, I LEARNT SOMETHING FROM TODAY. THANKS, JOHN COUTIN.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Man, I don't understand how people can be so bloody cruel. I JUST DON'T UNDERSTAND. It hurts my heart know there is such people in this world. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate people that hype the crap out of Valentine's Day and make the single people feel like shit. On the other hand, I hate the people who complain about being bloody forever alone. Soz, don't care. Maybe there's a reason why you're alone. LOOOOOOLLL. Don't you hate those people who say they're forever alone but have 12932939823 people tell them that they like them every bloody day. Yeah. I HATE PEOPLE WHO COMPLAIN ABOUT VALENTINE'S DAY OVER AND OVER AND OVER AGAIN. Okay, I get it. JEEBUS! ONCE IS ENOUGH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Personally, I don't mind it. Half price lindt chocolates? What is there to complain about? HAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;A song for the &lt;a href="http://youtu.be/PVOHk5Uwf6o"&gt;lovers&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;THIS IS GONNA BE MY WEDDING SONG AND YOU CAN'T TAKE THIS AWAY FROM ME.  NEVER!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! If you dare steal it, I'M GETTING MARRIED FIRST.&lt;br /&gt;A song for the &lt;a href="http://youtu.be/OONm1xbf_bA"&gt;loners&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've always hated people who try to kiss me on the cheek. Like, seriously... WTF?! WHY ARE YOUR SLOBBERY LIPS SO CLOSE TO MY FLAWLESSY, FOUNDATION-ED FACE? YUCK?!!?! IF YOU WANTED SOME OF THIS CAKE, I SUGGEST YOU GO TO A BAKERY. HAHAHAHAHAHAHAAHHAAHAHAHA. JUST KIDDING.. HAHAHA. Though, I really do feel uncomfortable. These cheeks are reserved for my mum. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't you just hate it when people are too young for you? To think I got so excited cos a year 10 boy touched my hand. HE WAS TALL, HAD NICE TEETH AND HAS A STABLE INCOME. YOU CAN'T JUDGE ME. WELCOME TO MY SAD LIFE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have a stack of homework that needs doing. NIGHT YO&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/406163702899418726-1719620848899911475?l=fearhasnovoice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fearhasnovoice.blogspot.com/feeds/1719620848899911475/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fearhasnovoice.blogspot.com/2012/02/you-cannot-change-other-people-you-only.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/406163702899418726/posts/default/1719620848899911475'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/406163702899418726/posts/default/1719620848899911475'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fearhasnovoice.blogspot.com/2012/02/you-cannot-change-other-people-you-only.html' title='You cannot change other people. You only have the power to change yourself.'/><author><name>Christie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16260715974672301819</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pEdUy6L5vpY/SynTIAtiVWI/AAAAAAAAA9g/PuPMxq0vddM/S220/DSC06224.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-406163702899418726.post-3502336733220803514</id><published>2012-02-07T23:58:00.005+11:00</published><updated>2012-02-08T00:45:09.771+11:00</updated><title type='text'>selfish</title><content type='html'>&lt;iframe src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/D4yJJVjSDLQ" allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="315" width="540"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since I can't be bothered going on tumblr and looking for some pretty picz, I'll just post songs that I'm currently listening to. :}&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;The highlight of my day would have to be talking to Danica. You must note, my day has been quite eventful as I played with dirt, Grace came to school with one sock and Vanessa happens to like a young indian boy from her maths class. HAHAHAHAHA... sad, I know but it's true. I happened to notice that I kind of did miss her.  I MISS COMING TO HER HOUSE, RAIDING HER FRIDGE, FORCING HER TO MAKE ME CHIPS AND JUST CHILLIN' IN HER BED. Good times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since everyone left peak, I am finally left to befriend Judith!! YAAAAY!!! HAHAHA. PROGRESS IS SWELL BUT ALBERT IS SUCH A COCK BLOCK. Always butting in as about she is about to say something to me. Stop trying to steal my spotlight... I JUST WANNA TEST OUT MY SOCIAL SKILLZ.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SENDING AN INDIRECT MESSAGE DIRECTLY AT SOMEONE IS AN ART. You need a balance of direct and indirect. You need your target to be left feeling 'Oh... damn, I have a feeling it's me but I'm not 100% sure so I can't even bitch to my friends about it.' IF YOU LEAVE THEM FEELING LIKE THIS, YOU HAVE SUCCEEDED. However, if this was not your intention and you wanted them to know, why not a face to face confrontation? Those are often more entertaining, not for you... but for the whole world watching.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SO SWIMMING CARNIVAL IS TECHNICALLY TOMORROW AND I DO NOT HAVE MY COSTUME READY NOR IS MY BODY IS TIP TOP SHAPE. HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA. Oh well. Things never go to plan. LIFE IS MORE FUN SPONTANEOUS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Night y'all. May you all have a wonderful life.&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/406163702899418726-3502336733220803514?l=fearhasnovoice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fearhasnovoice.blogspot.com/feeds/3502336733220803514/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fearhasnovoice.blogspot.com/2012/02/life-doesnt-wait-for-you.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/406163702899418726/posts/default/3502336733220803514'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/406163702899418726/posts/default/3502336733220803514'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fearhasnovoice.blogspot.com/2012/02/life-doesnt-wait-for-you.html' title='selfish'/><author><name>Christie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16260715974672301819</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pEdUy6L5vpY/SynTIAtiVWI/AAAAAAAAA9g/PuPMxq0vddM/S220/DSC06224.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/D4yJJVjSDLQ/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-406163702899418726.post-7269013896775439587</id><published>2012-02-05T22:29:00.004+11:00</published><updated>2012-02-06T23:17:48.327+11:00</updated><title type='text'>To get something you never had, you have to do something you’ve never done.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;iframe src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/hc9k3-fwwYM" allowfullscreen="" width="540" frameborder="0" height="315"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I LOVE SONGS THAT REMIND ME OF PEOPLE. A lot of songs remind me of people but that does not necessarily mean that the lyrics apply to them. HAHAHA. JEEBUS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I HAD AN EPIPHANY AT 2AM YESTERDAY MORNING. IT WAS AWESOME. IT'S NICE KNOWING WHAT YOU WANT. Now, I just need to go get it and if i don't, I'm gonna bloody slap somebody. LOL. I kinda like it when people don't believe in me. It just gives me a chance to prove them wrong. When I do, I will put two fingers up in the air and say 'This is for not believing in me.' HOLLLAHHHH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I LOVE FEELING HAPPY. I LOVE LOOKING FORWARD TO WHAT TOMORROW BRINGS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's so sad how we learn to appreciate things as we're just about to lose them... I.E. SCHOOL. I AM REALLY EXCITED FOR SWIMMING CARNIVAL BECAUSE VIVIAN AND I ARE GONNA BE A COUPLE. HAHAHAHA. It truly is genius. Okay, not really. I told Anne that I'd come as french fries as that would be enforcing obesity but sadly, Vivian wasn't so excited to come as a vegetable. Some people just don't understand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'd love to have a person where I could just randomly stare at and say 'aw, I like you', just like Anne does to me. I'd also love someone who would understand and think is cute when I come to school as human sized french fries... PEOPLE JUST DON'T UNDERSTAND. UNDERSTANDING IS VERY IMPORTANT IN ANY RELATIONSHIP. Only if you were a complex soul like me then you'd get it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's quite sad when your imaginary boyfriend decides to cheat on you. You happens to be me. HAHAHAHHAHAHHAHAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAAHA. Heartbroken. It's okay. I still have chicken boy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AG WAS SO FUNNY. HAHAHAHA. MR SCHIPPERS IS THE BEST!!! Funky clams... HAHAHAHAHAHAHHAAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA. Oh man. Good timez. That is something to add to my list.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went to the library and fell asleep for the first time ever! NO, I DIDN'T TURN MY HEAD TO THE SIDE LIKE A NORMAL PERSON... BUT RATHER, I WAS SLEEPING FLAT ON MY FACE... WITH MY GLASSES ON. OMFGGGGGGGGGGG. It was quite painful when I woke up but other than that, it was a relatively productive library session! I remember when I fell asleep at school... IT WAS SO EXCITING. IDK WHY!! LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's nice knowing that someone you love, loves you as much as you love them. :}&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://26.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lyyvvsCfZN1qc8mano1_500.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 540px; height: 47px;" src="http://26.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lyyvvsCfZN1qc8mano1_500.gif" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/406163702899418726-7269013896775439587?l=fearhasnovoice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fearhasnovoice.blogspot.com/feeds/7269013896775439587/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fearhasnovoice.blogspot.com/2012/02/to-get-something-you-never-had-you-have.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/406163702899418726/posts/default/7269013896775439587'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/406163702899418726/posts/default/7269013896775439587'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fearhasnovoice.blogspot.com/2012/02/to-get-something-you-never-had-you-have.html' title='To get something you never had, you have to do something you’ve never done.'/><author><name>Christie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16260715974672301819</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pEdUy6L5vpY/SynTIAtiVWI/AAAAAAAAA9g/PuPMxq0vddM/S220/DSC06224.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/hc9k3-fwwYM/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-406163702899418726.post-5219972685194441854</id><published>2012-02-02T00:17:00.006+11:00</published><updated>2012-02-02T00:40:25.183+11:00</updated><title type='text'>Make the best of everything.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=6C_A8VZmZhs" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" height="25" width="540"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I still don't know what to come as for swimming carnival. :( Maybe we will end up as team rocket... but I actually want to make an effort into our costume, which would not involve money. HAHAHAHAHAHA. :( Oh well, team rocket it is. HAHAHA. I can't wait to challenge Vivian! I can't wait to get my bloody phone back. I was so stupid for not remembering to take my sim out.... :(((((((((&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I bloody hate asking people for help. I think the only reason why I hate it is that I don't want to give them the satisfaction of knowing that they're smarter than me. LOL. Man, I am horrible but it's true. Like, I can ask but when I actually do, you can see on their faces 'Ew, this bitch is so ngu, bro. This bitch is needy.' Maybe I'm overanalysing all this? I'd say sorry but I can't apologise for my feelings as it'd be apologising for the truth. Oo00o0oo0&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People are capable of doing so many things, without even realising it, like completely ruining/making someone's day. My days are often ruined. LOL. Though, I really liked talking to Michelle yesterday. I think I focus way too much on the negative and forget about all the positive... man. I need a psychiatrist. LMAO.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know why I've been blogging so much lately... this is getting way too into feelingz. I'm so very soz for boring you but if you're in for a laff, go read Anne's blog. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;What differentiates success from failure is your ability to still believe in tomorrow even when today feels tough; your willingness to see light even through the darkest clouds.&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/406163702899418726-5219972685194441854?l=fearhasnovoice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fearhasnovoice.blogspot.com/feeds/5219972685194441854/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fearhasnovoice.blogspot.com/2012/02/make-best-of-everything.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/406163702899418726/posts/default/5219972685194441854'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/406163702899418726/posts/default/5219972685194441854'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fearhasnovoice.blogspot.com/2012/02/make-best-of-everything.html' title='Make the best of everything.'/><author><name>Christie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16260715974672301819</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pEdUy6L5vpY/SynTIAtiVWI/AAAAAAAAA9g/PuPMxq0vddM/S220/DSC06224.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-406163702899418726.post-5331570022876112740</id><published>2012-02-01T00:51:00.001+11:00</published><updated>2012-02-01T00:51:28.040+11:00</updated><title type='text'>cbf</title><content type='html'>&lt;iframe src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/FIcPCr1y18U" allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="315" width="540"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/406163702899418726-5331570022876112740?l=fearhasnovoice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fearhasnovoice.blogspot.com/feeds/5331570022876112740/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fearhasnovoice.blogspot.com/2012/02/cbf.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/406163702899418726/posts/default/5331570022876112740'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/406163702899418726/posts/default/5331570022876112740'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fearhasnovoice.blogspot.com/2012/02/cbf.html' title='cbf'/><author><name>Christie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16260715974672301819</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pEdUy6L5vpY/SynTIAtiVWI/AAAAAAAAA9g/PuPMxq0vddM/S220/DSC06224.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/FIcPCr1y18U/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-406163702899418726.post-2506209302912825239</id><published>2012-01-30T21:58:00.003+11:00</published><updated>2012-01-30T22:13:21.822+11:00</updated><title type='text'>confused</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-haKo4YXX5Lc/TyZ61xDySmI/AAAAAAAABVE/sih_O-b_-eU/s1600/tumblr_lu1xshMmDd1qjq8s2o1_500.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 366px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-haKo4YXX5Lc/TyZ61xDySmI/AAAAAAAABVE/sih_O-b_-eU/s400/tumblr_lu1xshMmDd1qjq8s2o1_500.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5703381042232183394" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;It's nice hearing people say that they believe in you. Though, it is completely useless when you don't believe in yourself. This is shit. It's times like these when I wish I had someone to talk to. Well, of course I have people to talk to but they will just get sick of me. I can sense it. I will just talk to myself and wallow in self pity. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;My first day back at school and I've already had a breakdown. LOL. I said I wouldn't do this but it's really hard to break a bad habit. Sadly, my I don't give a shit about anything or anyone attitude has completely disappeared. MY PIE GOT SQUASHED BEFORE I GOT TO EAT IT. I LOST THAT BOOK I WAS GOING TO VOLUNTARILY READ AND ENJOY. I AM INDECISIVE, LACK SELF ESTEEM AND I DON'T LIKE MYSELF VERY MUCH RIGHT NOW. On a more positive note... uh, we did barely any work today? Yah.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I've realised when people ask for advice, most often expect an answer? How do I know? Well, I asked someone for advice and disagreed with what they said... THIS HAS NOW SHOWN ME WHAT I ACTUALLY WANT. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I am going crazy and I don't know what to do... LMAO... this sounds like the start of a really bad love song. I can be the next Orlando. Luv ya, Rosalind.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Gonna cry myself a river. bai&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/406163702899418726-2506209302912825239?l=fearhasnovoice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fearhasnovoice.blogspot.com/feeds/2506209302912825239/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fearhasnovoice.blogspot.com/2012/01/confused.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/406163702899418726/posts/default/2506209302912825239'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/406163702899418726/posts/default/2506209302912825239'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fearhasnovoice.blogspot.com/2012/01/confused.html' title='confused'/><author><name>Christie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16260715974672301819</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pEdUy6L5vpY/SynTIAtiVWI/AAAAAAAAA9g/PuPMxq0vddM/S220/DSC06224.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-haKo4YXX5Lc/TyZ61xDySmI/AAAAAAAABVE/sih_O-b_-eU/s72-c/tumblr_lu1xshMmDd1qjq8s2o1_500.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-406163702899418726.post-4782866778221719762</id><published>2012-01-29T21:01:00.003+11:00</published><updated>2012-01-29T23:00:40.886+11:00</updated><title type='text'>Perfect Escape.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-IZcwPVwMpWM/TyU0WqD1h2I/AAAAAAAABU4/oPIgKU5Uy9c/s1600/tumblr_llbknyOsmm1qix0kc.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 308px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-IZcwPVwMpWM/TyU0WqD1h2I/AAAAAAAABU4/oPIgKU5Uy9c/s400/tumblr_llbknyOsmm1qix0kc.gif" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5703022066986747746" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Don't you hate it when you feel like there's no hope left and you should just give up? Yes, I know that losers lose because they are the ones that give up but... omfg. Man, I can't help it. I wish I wanted something enough to keep on going.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I don't know where I put all my prelim shit from tutor... NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO... IT WAS GOLD. FFSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS. OH YAY!!! I found the essay I wrote from last year... this should be enough to fill out the related text thing. I hate writing stories. I am bad at writing stories since I lack creativity, which is kind of vital when writing a creative piece. Jacqueline said write from personal experience but.. dude, have you read my blog?! I say the same shit over and over again. LOL. Oh ballz. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I read in cosmo... LMAOOO... what a great way to start the sentence! But seriously, I read in cosmo that employers Google their potential employees and if they happen to stumble across their blog/twitter/facebook, they apparently do not appreciate those who complain too much. So, to my future employers who happen to be reading this, I am terribly sorry but not everyone is eager to wake up at 7am to go to school or to do their holiday homework last minute. I am just more verbal about this than everyone else so you should appreciate my honesty. LOL. Aiyyyyyyyyaaaaaaaa.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Hopefully, once I return to school, getting into a routine will provide me with motivation. :( &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I never thought of this but when someone told me that they had stolen my wedding song, I just to decided to find another song. THOUGH, LUCKILY, PEOPLE ARE GENIUSES AND WHAT NOT AND TOLD ME TO HAVE A WEDDING BEFORE THEN. Genius.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;There is a difference between confidence and arrogance. Some people don't seem to know what the difference is. - 100000000000 points&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/406163702899418726-4782866778221719762?l=fearhasnovoice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fearhasnovoice.blogspot.com/feeds/4782866778221719762/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fearhasnovoice.blogspot.com/2012/01/perfect-escape.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/406163702899418726/posts/default/4782866778221719762'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/406163702899418726/posts/default/4782866778221719762'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fearhasnovoice.blogspot.com/2012/01/perfect-escape.html' title='Perfect Escape.'/><author><name>Christie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16260715974672301819</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pEdUy6L5vpY/SynTIAtiVWI/AAAAAAAAA9g/PuPMxq0vddM/S220/DSC06224.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-IZcwPVwMpWM/TyU0WqD1h2I/AAAAAAAABU4/oPIgKU5Uy9c/s72-c/tumblr_llbknyOsmm1qix0kc.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-406163702899418726.post-6600111966697222375</id><published>2012-01-28T21:08:00.004+11:00</published><updated>2012-01-28T23:21:04.940+11:00</updated><title type='text'>I hope this feeling never goes away.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-TbDwY7ICO0I/TyPntU1DFmI/AAAAAAAABUs/Bw4ukr54WLs/s1600/tumblr_lwkwrjQ9MI1qk920yo1_500.png"&gt;&lt;img style="text-align: justify;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 540px; " src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-TbDwY7ICO0I/TyPntU1DFmI/AAAAAAAABUs/Bw4ukr54WLs/s400/tumblr_lwkwrjQ9MI1qk920yo1_500.png" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5702656319052519010" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Do you think these guys were actually laying together like that or posing? Either way, I hope they used sunscreen. A NICE TANNED BACK IS NOT WORTH CANCER!!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;The workshop today really motivated me! It was the guy from the half yearly video. Yes, the Lebanese guy. HAHAHAHA.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I also checked edmodo for the first time for after a month and it seems that a lot of people have sent in their stories... oh shit. I think this is common for most of us - we always avoid what we're shit at. I HATE WRITING STORIES BECAUSE, AS I SAID, I AM SHIT AT IT. LOL. English is the most important subject and i've avoided it completely. Hahahahahaaaaaaaaaaa. :(&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;ANYWAY, as I was saying about motivation... I FINALLY MOVED MY LAPTOP AWAY FROM MY STUDY TABLE. I've been avoiding it for so long and i've finally done it. Go me! HAHAHAHA. I'm like a drug addict, okay?! I just can't keep away from this thing. :(&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I don't know but i feel really different after today. I feel so... calm. I KNOW IT'S A GOOD THING BUT IT'S SO WEIRD. I think it's letting go that has made me feel so much better. THE QUOTES WERE TRUE. HOLLLAAAAAHHH.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Sometimes, we all just need to be alone. SILENCE IS SO BEAUTIFUL. OMFFFGGGGGGGG. My study table at the moment is at the front of the house, meaning it is very close to the living room and my brother's computer........... omfg. I don't understand how he can play games all bloody day.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I did not find purple shirt boy today. :( You know what? I always see good looking people at restaurants THEN I NEVER SEE THEM AGAIN. Probably cos they're too old for me. :( No one wants a little, azn school girl anymore, maybe except mitchell. HAHAHA. But yah. Sad story, really.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;OKAY, I'M SAD AGAIN AND I REALLY REGRET NOT DOING ANYTHING THESE HOLIDAYS. SCREW ENGLISH. GONNA DO BLOODY MATHS NOW. BYE.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/406163702899418726-6600111966697222375?l=fearhasnovoice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fearhasnovoice.blogspot.com/feeds/6600111966697222375/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fearhasnovoice.blogspot.com/2012/01/i-hope-this-feeling-never-goes-away.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/406163702899418726/posts/default/6600111966697222375'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/406163702899418726/posts/default/6600111966697222375'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fearhasnovoice.blogspot.com/2012/01/i-hope-this-feeling-never-goes-away.html' title='I hope this feeling never goes away.'/><author><name>Christie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16260715974672301819</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pEdUy6L5vpY/SynTIAtiVWI/AAAAAAAAA9g/PuPMxq0vddM/S220/DSC06224.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-TbDwY7ICO0I/TyPntU1DFmI/AAAAAAAABUs/Bw4ukr54WLs/s72-c/tumblr_lwkwrjQ9MI1qk920yo1_500.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-406163702899418726.post-7677961954798494558</id><published>2012-01-27T22:48:00.004+11:00</published><updated>2012-01-27T23:24:00.248+11:00</updated><title type='text'>This is where it ends.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;We all know that doing our assignments last minute will not give us the best marks possible, yet we do it. We know that sleeping at 3am will create an oily minefield on our faces, yet we do it. We seem to know a lot of things are bad for us, yet we do it anyway. I don't think becoming attached to people is a bad thing but choosing the right people is a crucial step. The wrong people will constantly disappoint you cos you care, right? You know what? It's hard to drill into my brain that people will constantly disappoint me in my life. It's also hard to not care cos caring is what I do. The solution? I don't have one yet. Lesson here, kiddies, is expectations are shit and people are shit.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I am turning into Grace. HAHAHA. Before, I was really afraid of leaving school. Now I think.. THANK GOODNESS. LMAO. Like, if I really wanted to stay in contact with people, I'd make an effort to see them, no? What's the need of seeing them almost everyday?! IT'LL BE LIKE THE HOLIDAYS... but shitter I guess... oh man, I think I really want a change. I want to meet new people, despite my lack of social skills. Social skills can be improved, right? I want to travel then have a summer fling and fall madly in love with someone I don't know the name of, realising later that they're the love of my life when i return to Australia. Then as time progresses, I just decide to settle and put that person far back in my memory. WHEN ANNE INVITES ME TO HER WEDDING, THE GROOM IS THE GUY. Then i ruin the wedding and Anne calls me a bitch but I don't care cos I live happily ever after with the summer fling man.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I really like going to Anne's house! I wish I could come there every weekend. I can see myself getting drunk for the first time at her house. HAHAHAHA... you should see the alcohol she has just laying around. I had fun laying in Anne's bed, watching Julia bleed everywhere, walking to Vanessa's house, failing at pool, beating everyone in tekken and laughing at Nicholas file his nail. All in all, it was a very fun day hanging out with Anne, Anna, Anh, Diem, Julia and Nicholas. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;DOUBLE TUTORING TOMORROW... OH MY. I hope I can get my phone back. I really do miss having an alarm. Peace out, bitchez.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-2_KCjiFA79c/TyKV8MydV9I/AAAAAAAABUg/1Y7leuB731s/s400/car_full.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5702284939662022610" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); text-decoration: underline; display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px; " /&gt;&lt;br class="Apple-interchange-newline"&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/406163702899418726-7677961954798494558?l=fearhasnovoice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fearhasnovoice.blogspot.com/feeds/7677961954798494558/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fearhasnovoice.blogspot.com/2012/01/this-is-where-it-ends.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/406163702899418726/posts/default/7677961954798494558'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/406163702899418726/posts/default/7677961954798494558'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fearhasnovoice.blogspot.com/2012/01/this-is-where-it-ends.html' title='This is where it ends.'/><author><name>Christie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16260715974672301819</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pEdUy6L5vpY/SynTIAtiVWI/AAAAAAAAA9g/PuPMxq0vddM/S220/DSC06224.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-2_KCjiFA79c/TyKV8MydV9I/AAAAAAAABUg/1Y7leuB731s/s72-c/car_full.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-406163702899418726.post-1251298804363790778</id><published>2012-01-23T01:07:00.002+11:00</published><updated>2012-01-23T01:08:02.734+11:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy new year!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;iframe src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/U0gGSQeNVKw" allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="315" width="540"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Start the new year with a nice song... the lyrics mean nothing. LOL. Proper post tomorrow! Yay!&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/406163702899418726-1251298804363790778?l=fearhasnovoice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fearhasnovoice.blogspot.com/feeds/1251298804363790778/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fearhasnovoice.blogspot.com/2012/01/happy-new-year.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/406163702899418726/posts/default/1251298804363790778'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/406163702899418726/posts/default/1251298804363790778'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fearhasnovoice.blogspot.com/2012/01/happy-new-year.html' title='Happy new year!'/><author><name>Christie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16260715974672301819</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pEdUy6L5vpY/SynTIAtiVWI/AAAAAAAAA9g/PuPMxq0vddM/S220/DSC06224.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/U0gGSQeNVKw/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-406163702899418726.post-3783657046587332742</id><published>2012-01-21T00:40:00.001+11:00</published><updated>2012-01-21T00:43:17.169+11:00</updated><title type='text'>It's not about having what you want, but wanting what you have.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;iframe src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/koCWFnZrNl0" allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="315" width="420"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A shitty video for all y'all shitty people. Hopefully it works... if not, you're not missing out on much. LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TODAY  HAS BEEN AN INTERESTING DAY AT THE LIBRARY! Kristina, Julia and I make a  good library trio. HAHAHA. Sadly, we did not do much work but when do  we ever?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;KK GOT HER EYEBROWS WAXED! I THOUGHT I LOST MY DAD'S  PHONE SO WE RAN AROUND CABRA ONLY TO REALISE IT WAS IN MY PENCIL CASE!  JULIA GETS DA BOIZ.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's scary thinking about what people's first  impressions of you are as you walk by. I REALISED TODAY THAT WE CAN BE  REALLY HARSH ON OTHERS BUT WE DON'T CONSIDER PEOPLE MAY BE THINKING THE  SAME ABOUT US. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Never allow someone to be your priority while allowing yourself to be their option.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I  HAD A MAJOR DNM WITH JULIA TODAY. I have never had a deep conversation  such as the one today for that long. I wouldn't be able to do this with  many people at all cos they'd probably be impatient with me since i'm  not really good with expressing what i want to say and have better  things to do than discuss quotes from tiny buddha with me. LOL. We had  many confused looks on our faces and i think many of our questions will  continue to be unanswered... until julia asks her sister. HAHAHA. I wish  Anne was there to contribute to our conversation. THE CONVERSATION WAS  SO INTENSE, JULIA GOT A HEADACHE. AHAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of the things  Julia and I were discussing was... THE THING. Okay, we know what the  thing is but what is the name for it? LOL. We were thinking... how many  people have we seen BEYOND THE THING? The thing is like... not an image?  Not a first impression? Like, when you don't FULLY know someone so they  only show a certain part of themselves? LOL. Idk. WELL, ANYWAY!!! WE  REALISED WE HAVE SEEN MORE TO THE THING FROM A FEW PEOPLE. Beyond the  thing is... a deep side to them and maybe an evil side to them. I am  just confusing myself. HAHAHAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I AM GONNA PRINT OUT HEAPS OF  QUOTES AND STICK THEM AROUND MY STUDY DESK! YAAAAAAY!!!!!! I realised  why i want to do psychology. LOL. I WANT TO KNOW HOW PEOPLE THINK COS...  i seriously don't understand people. Really, really do not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NOOOOOOOO, TUTOR TOMOZ.&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/406163702899418726-3783657046587332742?l=fearhasnovoice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fearhasnovoice.blogspot.com/feeds/3783657046587332742/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fearhasnovoice.blogspot.com/2012/01/its-not-about-having-what-you-want-but_21.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/406163702899418726/posts/default/3783657046587332742'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/406163702899418726/posts/default/3783657046587332742'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fearhasnovoice.blogspot.com/2012/01/its-not-about-having-what-you-want-but_21.html' title='It&apos;s not about having what you want, but wanting what you have.'/><author><name>Christie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16260715974672301819</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pEdUy6L5vpY/SynTIAtiVWI/AAAAAAAAA9g/PuPMxq0vddM/S220/DSC06224.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/koCWFnZrNl0/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-406163702899418726.post-8468572737908149212</id><published>2012-01-18T21:52:00.002+11:00</published><updated>2012-01-18T22:53:11.952+11:00</updated><title type='text'>happy birthday, vangaysa!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Gzx0XMbuF1c/Txahbl6CpLI/AAAAAAAAC_s/KPJu9mN67AY/s1600/scan0009.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 419px; height: 669px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Gzx0XMbuF1c/Txahbl6CpLI/AAAAAAAAC_s/KPJu9mN67AY/s1600/scan0009.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;YAYYY! Happy birthday, Vanessa! I would write you a sappy love letter but i think our friendship does not require that because you should already know how much i love ya. mwah xo&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I came to Lisa's house early today and i dyed her hair! THE RESULTS WERE FANTASTIC!!! HAHAHAHA. Well, it was much better than expected. I thought it was kinda dodgy just chillin on her bedroom floor and just dying her hair. WE HAD TO MIX THE DYE OURSELVES... think of our own ratios. HAHAHAHA. YAAAAY!!! I took 1.5hr to cover her whole head which is apparently a really long time BUT IT GOOD TO BE THOROUGH!!!! :D We tried to dye a patch of my hair... nothing happened. If i dyed my hair, i would dye it brown... like the roots of lisa's hair brown! Oh well. We didn't get to play fat princess. :(&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;THE WHITE PARTY WAS SO FUNNNN!!! FOOD, FRIENDS AND MORE FOOD!!! :D People came late so meanwhile we just ate. My stomach is still kinda bloated. HAHAHA... yuck!!! There was enough food to feed a family for a week.... SOO MUCCCH! GOOD JOB, VANESSSSAAA! Sitting around and just catching up is fun. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I've always thought that if someone came to attack me, i would be able to overcome them with my hidden strength... HAHAHAHAHA... however, after today... i have started to think otherwise. I ate a lot so i was really full... when i was attacked and rolled to the floor whilst lying innocently on the bean bag, i was in complete shock. At least now i know i need to take some self defence classes or just go to the gym. I think i've become even more unfit cos of the holidays. Wonderful!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I think i've discovered what i want to be now. I want to be a photographer. I take beautiful photos... AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA. Anne would know. I think you really become friends with someone when you can be gay with them without having to say no homo. This applies to Anne. If someone said i like you that many times to me in a day, i would be a bit scared. Though, she does balance it out with an extensive amount of insults so it's all okay. HAHAHA.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I have been addicted to one tree hill lately but, luckily, not to a point where it has overtaken my life. I THINK THIS SHOW IS QUITE GOOD FOR ME COS IT TAKES ME AWAY FROM REALITY, ALLOWING ME TO FORGET THAT THIS YEAR IS MY LAST YEAR OF HIGH SCHOOL AND I SHOULD BE DOING WORK THIS VERY MINUTE. Remember what i said about overreacting to create some drama in my life? Omgsh!!! Why did i not think of this before? By watching this, i don't have to overreact anymore. HAHAHAHAHA. See, this is life changing... okay, not really. I really want a husband like nate... beautiful arms, a guy that would give up their whole career to save the life of a friend, a guy that would walk through the bush to not miss my birthday... WHAT A BEAUTIFUL MAN! Sadly, this is all a fantasy land. :(&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I would blog more but i have too much work to do and i am way too tired.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/406163702899418726-8468572737908149212?l=fearhasnovoice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fearhasnovoice.blogspot.com/feeds/8468572737908149212/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fearhasnovoice.blogspot.com/2012/01/happy-birthday-vangaysa.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/406163702899418726/posts/default/8468572737908149212'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/406163702899418726/posts/default/8468572737908149212'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fearhasnovoice.blogspot.com/2012/01/happy-birthday-vangaysa.html' title='happy birthday, vangaysa!'/><author><name>Christie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16260715974672301819</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pEdUy6L5vpY/SynTIAtiVWI/AAAAAAAAA9g/PuPMxq0vddM/S220/DSC06224.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Gzx0XMbuF1c/Txahbl6CpLI/AAAAAAAAC_s/KPJu9mN67AY/s72-c/scan0009.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-406163702899418726.post-4320597201574225224</id><published>2012-01-14T18:13:00.008+11:00</published><updated>2012-01-14T18:49:34.084+11:00</updated><title type='text'>Common misfortune unites people.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;iframe width="540" height="300" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/0eHPboB7riU" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen=""&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday was definitely an interesting day.&lt;br /&gt;- I changed my mind about going to the party so that meant Julia wasn't go, then Margaret then Wendy then Avi. I'M POPULAR, OK? THEN WE ALL DECIDED TO GO SO MARGARET COULD SHAKE HER NONGAS OFF. HAHAHAHA...&lt;br /&gt;- We saw goku's peepee.&lt;br /&gt;- Julia, Avi and I read the sex scene in snow falling on cedars. HAHAHAHAHAHHDSJKDAHDA. It was funny.&lt;br /&gt;- Julia bought hello kitty lollies. She ate one. Avi ate one and sealed the lid forever. We should've gone to refund it. At first we all just tried to open it normally... of course that didn't work so we beat up the tin with Julia's heel and drew a lot of attention to ourselves so we took it outside. We continued and this nice man tried to help us. He created a dent and small hole. HAHAHA. We truly are like cavemen. We were really hoping that Wendy would have a logical solution but she just suggested we melt it. AHAHAHAAHA... then it was a christmas miracle and avi opened it!! yay&lt;br /&gt;- I made too many black jokes yesterday. I blamed our bad luck on avi. We all know it's bad luck seeing a black man on friday the 13th.&lt;br /&gt;- At the party, all i did was eat and danced the night away. HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA... Margaret's dance moves are inspired by nature. She was acting like an emu but she's hot so it's okay.&lt;br /&gt;- Honestly, if you don't give a shit about anything or anyone, you will be so much happier. SO MUCH HAPPIER. SEE?? ATTACHMENTS CAUSE SO MANY PROBLEMS... but i don't know what i'd be like if i had no friends. If people don't care about you, don't waste your time caring about them. Also, people need to get their shit together and realise stupidity is probably the most unattractive trait ever... just as bad as black shirts and white ties. Sorry boys. -cringe-&lt;br /&gt;- I hate nosy people. Keep your curiosity on the down low, gurlfran.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have been laying in bed all day and i don't care. wooohooooo&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/406163702899418726-4320597201574225224?l=fearhasnovoice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fearhasnovoice.blogspot.com/feeds/4320597201574225224/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fearhasnovoice.blogspot.com/2012/01/common-misfortune-unites-people.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/406163702899418726/posts/default/4320597201574225224'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/406163702899418726/posts/default/4320597201574225224'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fearhasnovoice.blogspot.com/2012/01/common-misfortune-unites-people.html' title='Common misfortune unites people.'/><author><name>Christie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16260715974672301819</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pEdUy6L5vpY/SynTIAtiVWI/AAAAAAAAA9g/PuPMxq0vddM/S220/DSC06224.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/0eHPboB7riU/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-406163702899418726.post-6209163528524988734</id><published>2012-01-08T22:29:00.002+11:00</published><updated>2012-01-08T23:01:55.201+11:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://30.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lfpt77F3Qh1qbj46wo1_r1_500.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 541px; height: 394px;" src="http://30.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lfpt77F3Qh1qbj46wo1_r1_500.gif" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I feel like crap! CRAP TO THE POINT THAT I WANT TO GO TO BED BEFORE MIDNIGHT. WEIRD, RIGHT? That feeling of being on top of the world is gone. Yesterday i felt that way. IT WAS GREAT! I was so motivated and happy but now it has disappeared. I want to study for physics... nothing is going into my head and i really hate maths right now. I don't understand why i was born asian. LOL. MATHS IS SHIT!!! NOT THE SHIT BUT JUST SHIT. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is it worth my time if i'm the one who has to make an effort in order for the friendship to exist? Hmm... the question should be is this person worth my time? Are they gonna be with me for life!? ARE THEY GONNA LENGTHEN MY LIFE BY 15%??? LOL. Ah man. I don't even know anymore. Should you be friends with someone even though you know that friendship will end?!!?! THIS IS LIKE THAT STRANGERS AGAIN VIDEO COS A RELATIONSHIP WILL EITHER END OR THE PEOPLE WILL GET MARRIED. So true, yeah?! Then the guy said some genius shit... but i forget what i says. OH WELL!! JUST GO WITH THE FLOOOOWWWW.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If i had the choice, instead of going to America, i would go on a crazy adventure around the world with a friend! You would get to know that person so well cos you would have to live with them. THEIR TRUE SELVES ARE REVEALED. I would choose Julia to be that friend!!! HEHEHEHEKHOEHEOHEHEOHEEOHEHEHO. Only she would be able to put up with me. LOL. IMAGINE ALL THE STORIES!!! Maybe i should do that!! HOW EXCITING!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of living with people, i thought i would live with my parents forever and ever until i get married... THEN PEOPLE HAVE BEEN TELLING ME YOU HAVE TO MOVE IN WITH YOUR BOYFRIEND TO SEE IF YOU REALLY WANT TO LIVE WITH THEM. WHAT IF YOU GET A DOG?! THEN YOU'LL HAVE A MINI FAMILY. Omg, that's like... A MINI MARRIAGE. So much work!!! Gotta pay bills and shit!!! LOL. SPEAKING OF WORK, I CAN'T COOK TO SAVE MY LIFE AND I'M TOO LAZY TO LEARN!!! IMAGINE ME MOVING OUT... I WOULD EAT INSTANT NOODLES EVERY NIGHT AND PIMPLES WOULD APPEAR EVERYWHERE COS I WOULD STAY UP TILL 3AM COS I CAN. HOLY MOLY!!! I don't wanna move out!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HOLY BALLS!!! I'M 18 THIS YEAR!!! I turn 18 during trials... but once that is over, i think jacqueline, liza and i should take some time out and go clubbing. Take pictures of us pretending to have fun then brag to everyone. HAHAHAHAHA. Though, we would only get butt raped. I REMEMBER THAT TIME AT SOUNDWAVE... oh my lord. That guy got way too close to me. IT WAS HORRIBAD.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am still unsure about what i want to do in uni cos it really is a big decision. :s IT CAME TO ME THAT WHAT I WANT TO GET RICH AND HELP PEOPLE. What happens if i can't get both?! WHICH ONE WOULD I CHOOSE?! I honestly would choose to help people. I'M NOT LYING. THE FB THING IS NOT TRUE SO DON'T COME RUNNING TO ME FOR HELP COS I'M USELESS. LITTLE GENIUS WILSON SUGGESTED I MARRY A RICH GUY!? Omg, so smartz. I WOULD BE RICH AND I WOULD BE HELPING PEOPLE. Win win situation but that is only if a rich guy will marry me, that is... if anyone will marry me. Maybe i am thinking waaaaaaaayyyyyyyyy too far ahead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHO GIVES A SHIT!!! I AM AN INDEPENDENT WOMAN DAT DON'T NEED NO MAN. Am i woman? What is a woman? A fully developed female i presume?!? If this is me fully developed, then my rich husband have a few thousand $$$ in his back pocket for my boob job.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://27.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lx6now41C51r3jd84o1_500.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 541px; height: 304px;" src="http://27.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lx6now41C51r3jd84o1_500.gif" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;IF KIM KARADASHIAN CAN DO IT, I CAN DO IT!!!!! HAHAHAHADSHAHAHAHHAA. GONNA TRY AND STUDY NOW!!! BYE Y'ALLLLL!&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/406163702899418726-6209163528524988734?l=fearhasnovoice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fearhasnovoice.blogspot.com/feeds/6209163528524988734/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fearhasnovoice.blogspot.com/2012/01/i-feel-like-crap-crap-to-point-that-i.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/406163702899418726/posts/default/6209163528524988734'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/406163702899418726/posts/default/6209163528524988734'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fearhasnovoice.blogspot.com/2012/01/i-feel-like-crap-crap-to-point-that-i.html' title=''/><author><name>Christie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16260715974672301819</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pEdUy6L5vpY/SynTIAtiVWI/AAAAAAAAA9g/PuPMxq0vddM/S220/DSC06224.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-406163702899418726.post-984442974925257158</id><published>2012-01-07T19:16:00.002+11:00</published><updated>2012-01-07T19:44:45.696+11:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;ANTS ARE CRAWLING OUT OF MY KEYBOARD AND THEY ARE DRIVING ME INSANE. I DON'T KNOW WHAT TO DO. MAYBE I SHOULD USE A VACUUM CLEANER? IDK, KHFDSKJHFSKHF. IT JUST LOOKS SO DISGUSTING. ARRGGGGGGGH. I ALSO FELT LIKE I NEEDED TO TRY SOMETHING NEW SO I SHAVED THE TOP SIDE OF MY EYEBROW NOW IT'S SO ITCHY. DAMN MY FIRST WORLD PROBLEMS!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://28.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lx99k5CZfl1r6ygofo1_500.png"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 540px; height: 412px;" src="http://28.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lx99k5CZfl1r6ygofo1_500.png" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I HAD ANOTHER DREAM ABOUT FAILING ENGLISH. My dreams have been really bad lately. Yesterday i dreamt of a teacher wanting to kill me, a lifeguard stepping on my glasses and being on the 'list' cos i failed english. THEN TODAY I DREAMT THAT I GOT A 12 FOR ENGLISH. SO I WAS CELEBRATING BUT JENNY TOLD ME TO STOP CELEBRATING COS IT'S OUT OF 20. OH MAN. Oh man. WHHHHHHHHHHHY!! I BET IT'S COS OF THE TEA MY MUM GAVE ME. DAMN THAT TEA! DAMN IT!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OMGSH?! I tried the best thing ever... IT HAS CHANGED MY LIFE. Okay, not really but it's reallllllllllly goooooood! WHO THOUGHT A BREAD ROLL FULL OF VEGETABLES WOULD TASTE SO DELICIOUS. Omgsdhfgdgd. THE LADY THAT WORKS AT THE BREAD SHOP IS SO NICE!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://24.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lwj5iyhCF21qzfebyo1_400.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 172px; height: 235px;" src="http://24.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lwj5iyhCF21qzfebyo1_400.gif" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think i'm really paranoid. I INSTANTLY THINK PEOPLE ARE TALKING ABOUT ME WHEN THEY'RE WHISPERING THEN LAUGH. :( I remember when i was lining up to buy a train ticket, these girls were passing back and forth a phone then laughing. :( I SHOULDN'T EVEN CARE!!!! BITCH, I'M FABULOUS!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lxexaqUWqv1qan6q4.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 309px; height: 208px;" src="http://media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lxexaqUWqv1qan6q4.gif" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For the first time this week, i finished what i wanted to do! IT WAS SUCH AN AWESOME FEELING. AAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHH. I should finish my work more often!!! LIBRARY ALL DAY, EVERY SINGLE DAYYYYY! THE LIBRARY HAS BECOME MY SECOND HOME. LOL. THE LIBRARY IS AWESOME IN THE HOLIDAYS. YOU KNOW WHY? NO STUPID GUITAR PLAYING AND THE SOUND OF HOES FLIRTING. ALL YOU CAN HEAR IS THE SOUND OF SILENCE. That is the best sound.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gonna try and be productive!!! AHAHAHAHAHAHA... who am i kidding?! BYE!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://24.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lxcsjetRxf1r4355oo1_500.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 540px; height: 764px;" src="http://24.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lxcsjetRxf1r4355oo1_500.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&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/406163702899418726-984442974925257158?l=fearhasnovoice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fearhasnovoice.blogspot.com/feeds/984442974925257158/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fearhasnovoice.blogspot.com/2012/01/ants-are-crawling-out-of-my-keyboard.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/406163702899418726/posts/default/984442974925257158'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/406163702899418726/posts/default/984442974925257158'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fearhasnovoice.blogspot.com/2012/01/ants-are-crawling-out-of-my-keyboard.html' title=''/><author><name>Christie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16260715974672301819</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pEdUy6L5vpY/SynTIAtiVWI/AAAAAAAAA9g/PuPMxq0vddM/S220/DSC06224.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-406163702899418726.post-5000245705226913294</id><published>2012-01-04T23:14:00.004+11:00</published><updated>2012-01-05T00:48:16.370+11:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://30.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lqagxzCHsB1r0nz8fo1_500.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 501px; height: 621px;" src="http://30.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lqagxzCHsB1r0nz8fo1_500.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I ACTUALLY DID SOME WORK TODAY! Well, much more than yesterday so that's an achievement! I stayed at the library till 8 today... WOW. CLAPS FOR ME! The library is always fun with Julia. Though, i do need to wake up much earlier cos i've been going at 12 then waste time eating. HAHAHA. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate doubting myself and i do it a lot. OMG. IT IS SUCH A GOOD FEELING WHEN YOU FIGURE OUT SOMETHING BY YOURSELF. OMMMMMMMMMG. Sorry, i don't do this a lot cos i always give up and ask for help but that's gonna change. TOMORROW, I WILL GET TO THE LIBRARY EARLY AND SINCE JULIA PROBABLY WON'T BE THERE FOR LONG, I WILL GET HEAPS OF WORK DONE. HAZAH!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel like i don't deserve to go out at all for the rest of the holidays cos i have ticked one thing off my to do list. ONE! HOW IS THAT EVEN POSSIBLE?!?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's so weird how we can feel lonely even though there are billions of people that populate this earth. BUT WHY?! Anne's blog is on hiatus... BUT WHY?! If you lived in india... why aren't you black?! BUT WHY?! So many questions that need to be answered.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you think there is anything beyond me than just a little laugh? Am i merely a joke? I guess you don't know me well enough. I guess that would mean a lot of people don't know me well enough. I thought i was quite open with people... obviously, i was wrong. LOL. JUST TO LET YOU KNOW, THERE ARE ALWAYS TWO SIDES TO PEOPLE. JEEBUS, IF YOU DON'T SEE MORE TO ME THAN A CLOWN, A BUNDLE OF TEARS AND A SHIT LOAD OF FUNNY, THEN JUST STOP RIGHT THERE, MISSY. You don't really know someone till you know both sides.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PEOPLE WHO JUDGE... DAMN YOU. DW, ANNE. I will love yo blog 5eva which is longer than 4eva, bby.  PEOPLE WHO HAVE THEIR LIVES ALL SORTED... damn you. I still don't know what i want to do in uni cos look at all these people wanting to become doctors and what not. I'm just sitting here wanting to party, travel the world, sit on the top of a mountain like a mountain yak (HAHAHAHAHAHAHA. this is not my doing.) and be happy. IS THAT SO MUCH TO ASK FOR!? COS WHEN YOU THINK ABOUT IT, ONCE SCHOOL IS OVER, THERE IS MORE SCHOOL THEN ONCE THAT IS OVER THEN IT IS WORKING FOR THE REST OF YOUR LIFE UNTIL YOU ARE TIED DOWN WITH BABIES. Oh man, the future is scary and i hope it isn't as predictable as i think it is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To those in 10N who did not understand or believe in Julia's  butterfly/caterpillar theory, i am here to try and prove you wrong. I think it  is true what she said. Do you think that there is one person in the world that is your TRUE LOVE or do you believe that there are many people that are suitable for you? AS WE GROW OLDER, WE GAIN LIFE EXPERIENCES AND WE  MAY BECOME BETTER/WORSER PEOPLE. THIS MEANS THAT IF YOU'RE 30 AND YOU  HAD A HIGH SCHOOL SWEETHEART, THAT YOU BROKE UP WITH COS YOU HAD TO MOVE  TO ANOTHER COUNTRY, THAT YOU MET AGAIN MANY YEARS LATER, it is unlikely  that the spark will still be there. Life is not like a movie. In high school,  you may have both been caterpillars very compatible for each other but  as you have taken different paths, you may have become a butterfly, they  might have become a moth or... as julia suggested, a fly. LOLOL... i  don't think caterpillars turn into flies... so you may have felt that  julia's explanation may have lacked credibility. BUT YA NOW WHAT I'M  SAYIN'?!! Poor Jenny, Julia totally butchered her explanation. HAHAHAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is kind of stupid that i had to explain all that cos it's quite simple to understand and it sounds quite obvious to me. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why do people feel the need to sound smart all the time? This is the internet. Yes, people are gonna judge you but they're just gonna judge you even more at how desperately hard you are trying to sound like a genius. STOP THAT. You're just doing the opposite of what you're intending to do!!!!! Oh mah gad. Just be yourself. People will respect you more for that. JEKAHKAHDADJKAS blah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TRUE FRIENDS STICK WITH EACH OTHER THROUGH EVERYTHING.&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/406163702899418726-5000245705226913294?l=fearhasnovoice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fearhasnovoice.blogspot.com/feeds/5000245705226913294/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fearhasnovoice.blogspot.com/2012/01/i-actually-did-some-work-today-well.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/406163702899418726/posts/default/5000245705226913294'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/406163702899418726/posts/default/5000245705226913294'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fearhasnovoice.blogspot.com/2012/01/i-actually-did-some-work-today-well.html' title=''/><author><name>Christie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16260715974672301819</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pEdUy6L5vpY/SynTIAtiVWI/AAAAAAAAA9g/PuPMxq0vddM/S220/DSC06224.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-406163702899418726.post-7056107720336297560</id><published>2012-01-02T00:24:00.002+11:00</published><updated>2012-01-02T00:40:15.488+11:00</updated><title type='text'>Do you consider me a true friend?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-3DMK57i2Kd0/TwBetLBdRyI/AAAAAAAABUE/P1oXb1Ozv14/s1600/tumblr_lr4rzsYVGW1qa984eo1_500.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 538px; height: 538px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-3DMK57i2Kd0/TwBetLBdRyI/AAAAAAAABUE/P1oXb1Ozv14/s400/tumblr_lr4rzsYVGW1qa984eo1_500.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5692654059142334242" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I AM SO HAPPY RIGHT NOW!! YAAYAYAYAYAYAY!!! SINCE MY PHYSICS DOT POINTS WERE TOTALLY CRAP, I DID THEM AGAIN AND I'M FINALLY UP TO THE LAST SECTION! YAAAAAAY!! THE WORST PART IS OVER!!!!! YAYAYAYAY!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am also going shopping tomorrow but will probably restrain myself from getting myself because all i want in my life right now is those striped pants. Yeah, i don't care if i look like beetlejuice. I don't care if i look like a clown. I WILL BE HAPPY IN MY STRIPED PANTS! MATERIAL THINGS DON'T BRING US HAPPINESS BUT THIS WILL BRING ME TEMPORARY JOY, SO IT DOESN'T MATTER. WOOOHOOO!!!! Just now to ask Wendy to get them for me... dhfjhfs. LOL. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My to do list is unbelievably long and i have yet to cross anything off my list. HAHAHA, i sound like Earl. I SERIOUSLY CANNOT WAIT TILL THE LIBRARY OPENS AGAIN SO I CAN BE PRODUCTIVE!!!! YAAAAAAAAAAAAY! So excited!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know i said i wouldn't come up with new year's resolutions but... OH WELL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;Be less negative and judgemental.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Stand up for myself more often cos sometimes it's not fun when people don't ever take you seriously.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Spend less time on the internet. ANYTHING IS POSSIBLE.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Quit being a lazy shit head and always consider what my future self would do. HAHAHAHAHA. THAT'S SO FUNNY.. 'SHIT HEAD' LMAOAHHAHAHAHASDJHAHAHA. Okay.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Help around the house more often.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;p&gt;DONESKIIIIESSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS! Yeah, sorry. SHIT POST... WHAT CAN YOU DO?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/406163702899418726-7056107720336297560?l=fearhasnovoice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fearhasnovoice.blogspot.com/feeds/7056107720336297560/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fearhasnovoice.blogspot.com/2012/01/do-you-consider-me-true-friend.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/406163702899418726/posts/default/7056107720336297560'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/406163702899418726/posts/default/7056107720336297560'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fearhasnovoice.blogspot.com/2012/01/do-you-consider-me-true-friend.html' title='Do you consider me a true friend?'/><author><name>Christie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16260715974672301819</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pEdUy6L5vpY/SynTIAtiVWI/AAAAAAAAA9g/PuPMxq0vddM/S220/DSC06224.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-3DMK57i2Kd0/TwBetLBdRyI/AAAAAAAABUE/P1oXb1Ozv14/s72-c/tumblr_lr4rzsYVGW1qa984eo1_500.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-406163702899418726.post-3555658100614828713</id><published>2011-12-31T15:09:00.003+11:00</published><updated>2011-12-31T15:38:25.027+11:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;View all problems as challenges. Look upon negativities that arise as opportunities to learn and grow. Don’t run from them, condemn yourself, or bury your burden in saintly silence. You have a problem? Great. More grist for the mill. Rejoice, dive in, and investigate.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;- Bhante Henepola Gunaratana.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;HELLO. I know i should be doing work and what not but i would like to just take a break and blog!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, it's new year's eve and all i can hear people talking about is change. I think it's kind of stupid when people say '2012 WILL MEAN A NEW ME' but if you really wanted to change, you should do it right now cos what if you die tomorrow (which would be exremely unfortunate and i would not want that to happen). Get my point? For me, i really want to change my study habits and my bad habits are really hard to break so i kinda have to start now or else by the same time next year i will crying over my star. LOL. Yes, i really do mean STAR... which is a nicer word for asterix...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was planning to write a list of new year's resolutions but i never finish whatever's on my to do list so scrap that! All i want to do is exceed my parents' expectations of me, even if they're not very high, and my own. THIS IS SO GENERIC BUT I WANT TO BE A BETTER PERSON, despite the fact that i'm duh angel. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;“YOU DO NOT NEED TO CONVINCE PEOPLE YOU ARE RIGHT, FOR THAT ONLY DRAWS YOU INTO POWER STRUGGLES WITH THEM. NOR DO YOU NEED TO BE CONVINCED THAT THEY ARE RIGHT. BEING POSITIVE DOES NOT MEAN BEING BLIND. IT MEANS BEING WILLING TO SEE THE GOOD IN OTHERS AND TO TURN THE FOCUS AWAY FROM WHAT IS DIFFERENT OR WRONG (TO YOU).”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Many of us should take something away from reading this! I think this applies to me a lot cos i get really sick of people hating on my views. IT'S JUST REALLY ANNOYING WHEN SOMETIMES IF YOU DON'T AGREE WITH THE MAJORITY, THEY FEEL THE NEED TO GANG UP ON YOU AND EXPRESS HOW VERY WRONG YOU ARE. Oh yeah, that's another thing... stop getting angry all the time. WOOO! That's what i want to achieve... starting from now! YAY! Sorry for the spam of quotes... BUT THEY'RE REALLY GOOD.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really do try to see the good in people but when the bad shows, what should i do? Should i ignore it and remind myself what's good about them? People are just so difficult to understand!!! JUST BE YOURSELF SO I DON'T HAVE TO GET SO BLOODY CONFUSED ALL THE TIME! Personality really does affect the way people look in my eyes. Even if the person is the most beautiful person in the world, knowing that they're a bitch totally changes things and they become just... bleh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you're not kissing someone at 12:00 1/1/12, then check your phone for a delightful and heartfelt text from yours truly. ;) No, seriously... heh. Also, be very flattered if yours is personalised. HAHAHAHA. WHAT A GOOD START TO THE YEAR, RIGHT? If you don't get a text, i am terribly sorry and to make up for that... Happy new year! I wish you the best for 2012! Bye!&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/406163702899418726-3555658100614828713?l=fearhasnovoice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fearhasnovoice.blogspot.com/feeds/3555658100614828713/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fearhasnovoice.blogspot.com/2011/12/view-all-problems-as-challenges.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/406163702899418726/posts/default/3555658100614828713'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/406163702899418726/posts/default/3555658100614828713'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fearhasnovoice.blogspot.com/2011/12/view-all-problems-as-challenges.html' title=''/><author><name>Christie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16260715974672301819</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pEdUy6L5vpY/SynTIAtiVWI/AAAAAAAAA9g/PuPMxq0vddM/S220/DSC06224.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-406163702899418726.post-4452545238673723602</id><published>2011-12-30T21:42:00.004+11:00</published><updated>2011-12-31T00:42:35.799+11:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-fFgC8EDIyoE/Tv2-WhyOaYI/AAAAAAAABT4/Q38RbnTv8iw/s1600/tumblr_lrcgkkVKBe1qd5r7wo1_r2_500.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 455px; height: 310px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-fFgC8EDIyoE/Tv2-WhyOaYI/AAAAAAAABT4/Q38RbnTv8iw/s400/tumblr_lrcgkkVKBe1qd5r7wo1_r2_500.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5691914798301604226" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;This reminds me a lot of Anne. It really is true. I think sometimes we all get too caught up in our meaningless day to day shit that we forget what it truly means to be happy but not that i can say much, hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Don't you hate looking back on a mistake and beating yourself up over it? Yeah, i know i can learn from mistakes but what if i don't get an oppurtunity to show that i've learnt from my mistake? WHAT IF? WHAT IF? Should it really matter if i don't? Hm... okay, it doesn't. Yay! Problem solved.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Words are nothing when there is no meaning behind them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Lately, I have had this really strong urge to want to go to the movies. I want to eat popcorn. I want to get pissed at people when they laugh at the wrong time. Nah, i don't want that. I actually get really angry. I want to go on a friend date but movies are expensive. JULIIIIIIIIIIIIIAAAA. WASSSSSSSSSUP! I was just googling some stuff and there are apparently no good movies out so i will have to resort to eating microwave popcorn while watching mr bean by myself. Living the good life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I have a never ending list of thing to do yet i always find myself napping, eating and watching tv. I seriously do nothing but that. TODAY, TO END THE YEAR, I WILL MAKE IT A PRODUCTIVE DAY AND NOT ALLOW IT TO BE AN EXCUSE TO BE LAZY. I AM NOT GOING TO CHANGE NEXT YEAR. I AM GOING TO CHANGE NOW. Epiphany much? AHAHA. Hopefully my motivation in the morning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry, i don't have much to blog about because i've been doing the same thing everyday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I hope you feel enlightened by this quote. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;strong style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px; border-width: 0px; outline-width: 0px; font-size: 12px; vertical-align: baseline; background-color: transparent;"&gt;Calm in quietude is not real calm. When you can be calm in the midst of activity, this is the true state of nature. Happiness in comfort is not real happiness. When you can be happy in the midst of hardship, then you see the true potential of the mind.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/406163702899418726-4452545238673723602?l=fearhasnovoice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fearhasnovoice.blogspot.com/feeds/4452545238673723602/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fearhasnovoice.blogspot.com/2011/12/this-reminds-me-lot-of-anne.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/406163702899418726/posts/default/4452545238673723602'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/406163702899418726/posts/default/4452545238673723602'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fearhasnovoice.blogspot.com/2011/12/this-reminds-me-lot-of-anne.html' title=''/><author><name>Christie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16260715974672301819</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pEdUy6L5vpY/SynTIAtiVWI/AAAAAAAAA9g/PuPMxq0vddM/S220/DSC06224.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-fFgC8EDIyoE/Tv2-WhyOaYI/AAAAAAAABT4/Q38RbnTv8iw/s72-c/tumblr_lrcgkkVKBe1qd5r7wo1_r2_500.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-406163702899418726.post-6240772153047539813</id><published>2011-12-27T21:54:00.002+11:00</published><updated>2011-12-27T22:02:51.743+11:00</updated><title type='text'>LIKE A HURRICANE.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://29.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lwl75haw9J1qzmowao1_400.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 407px; height: 361px;" src="http://29.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lwl75haw9J1qzmowao1_400.gif" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;OUR  FRIEND DATE TURNED OUT VERY WELL, ANNE. We have become that much  closer. HAHAHA. I've learnt a lot from today like people are not as they  seem and you can buy cooked wedges from woolworths in the city. Fanx. ANNE ALSO PASSED MY TEST COS DURING THE DAY OUR HANDS KEPT TOUCHING AND WE ONLY POINTED IT OUT ONCE COS IT'S NOT AWKWARD SO TO TEST IF WE WERE REALLY CLOSE, I LET MY LEG TOUCH HER ALMOST HALF OF THE TRAIN RIDE BACK AND SHE DIDN'T SAY A THING. So, if i had to choose a group to call my galz, you would be in it too. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Initially,  we planned to write new year's resolutions and study on the train rides  but of course we didn't end up doing that. LOL. We talked the whole way  there... ah. Although some may believe Anne talks too much, i really  don't mind cos it feels like we could have an endless conversation. LOL.  IT'S NOT A ONE SIDED CONVERSATION EITHER!!! Congratz, buddy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We  also planned to drink coffee, sitting around and acting cool... yeah,  that didn't happen either. Though, i did try something new... MATCHA  LATTE. Sounds nice but don't let the name deceive you. WHEN THE GUY  HANDED ME MY DRINK, THERE WERE TWO LAYERS - ONE GREEN AND THE OTHER  WHITE. WTH, SO I SHOOK IT UP AND TOOK A SIP. Omg, THERE WAS NO SUGAR IN  IT AT ALL. IT WAS LITERALLY TEA AND MILK. I DID NOT PAY MONEY FOR TEA  AND MILK. WHERE THE SUGAR AT? I was not pleased with trying something  new whilst anne enjoyed her stupid lychee milk tea... i was tricked into  thinking she was taking the plunge and trying some weird tea which i  don't remember the name of. Anne just talked while i sat there with my  shitty drink, trying not to act depressed. HAHAHAHA. It was then that i  revealed to her that i lacked social skills so throughout the rest of  the day, she acted as if we just met.. YEAH, NOT FALLING FOR IT. I  really do lack social skills.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This  is not gonna be in chronological order cos i'm too tired. LOL. Anyway,  men's cologne all smell the same... it smells so sour and gross. YUCK.  ON THE OTHER HAND, WOMEN'S PERFUME SMELLS SO NICE. WE TRIED SOMETHING  NEW AND PICKED UP THIS PLAIN BOTTLE AND OMMMMMMMMMG. IT SMELT SO EFFING  GOOD. I think it smells like tea but not like the overwhelming smell of  easyway. According to anne it smells like vanilla? Yeah, i still don't  smell any vanilla. HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anne wanted to get tekken so we walked back and forth to compare prices but we ended up going back to the first place. :( She wanted to buy late christmas presents for her mum and brother andrew but that didn't turn out so well. LOL. I thought she wanted the game for herself cos she went on about how she liked fighting games.. BUT NO. WHEN HER BROTHER CALLED, SHE SAID SHE HAD A GIFT FOR HIM. I KNOW YOUR SECRET. Nah, i would do that too... smartzzzz, a present to share. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Silly Anne is so silly. She asked  me if i would still be friends with her if she were like snew-ki.  HAHHAAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA... ALSO, WHEN SHE WAS DRYING HER HANDS IN  THAT MACHINE WHERE YOU JUST DIP YOUR HANDS IN AND OUT, SHE DESCRIBES THE  FEELING AS A HURRICANE. HAHAHAHAHAHAHAAHAHAA.. out of all things... if  this isn't funny, then it is a YOU HAD TO BE THERE kinda moment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I  want heaps of cousins now that live in the same damn country as me and  around the same age as me. I WANT TO TALK TO THEM ABOUT WEIRD THINGS AND  LIFE. Stupid anne and her hot cousins. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I HAD MOST FUN JUST DRINKING AND TALKING SO IT WAS A REALLY GOOD IDEA THAT ON OUR NEXT FRIEND DATE WE GO EAT. WOOHOO. YAY!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was pretty excited  to go to city to check out if there were good sales but i was  disappointed. I really hate it when stores are crowded... oh mah gad.  All i ended up buying was bronzer, a pencil case and mr bean dvds...  OKAY, I AM PLEASED WITH MY PURCHASES. HAHAHA. YAY!!! Apparently my  parents hate mr bean cos they think he's stupid... THAT IS WHY HE IS  FUNNY. HOW AM I RELATED TO THESE PEOPLE??? MR BEAN IS SO LOVABLE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since  i have really shit memory, i am relying on anne to blog about all   other funny things she said today and tell you all of how much she loves   spitroast. LOL. I have said anne way too many times in this post...  skdklsjf&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YAY!!!! JULIA IS BACK WITH A DIFFERENT OUTLOOK. WOOOHOOOOO!!! BUT NOOO, according to the girl that has been outerstate this past week, the library is closed so my plan to hardcore study is spoilt cos as if i'm gonna do anything at home. I JUST CAN'T DO IT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What do people even do on new year's day? I really don't know. Is standing around watching fireworks even fun? I am going to be the sad person i am and chill at home on the internet. Oh man, so sad.&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/406163702899418726-6240772153047539813?l=fearhasnovoice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fearhasnovoice.blogspot.com/feeds/6240772153047539813/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fearhasnovoice.blogspot.com/2011/12/like-hurricane_27.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/406163702899418726/posts/default/6240772153047539813'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/406163702899418726/posts/default/6240772153047539813'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fearhasnovoice.blogspot.com/2011/12/like-hurricane_27.html' title='LIKE A HURRICANE.'/><author><name>Christie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16260715974672301819</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pEdUy6L5vpY/SynTIAtiVWI/AAAAAAAAA9g/PuPMxq0vddM/S220/DSC06224.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-406163702899418726.post-6378771569344370783</id><published>2011-12-26T19:45:00.003+11:00</published><updated>2011-12-26T23:58:29.078+11:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Well, Christmas is over and so i'm just sitting here thinking about doing work while sippin' on my apple and mango juice. This is quite relaxing but i know this feeling won't last for long as weeks pass by and i begin to panic. I'm already panicking, though, i'm not doing anything to relieve this feeling? Instead i sit around and watch the secret circle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THE SECRET CIRCLE IS A REALLY GOOD SHOW. IT REMINDS ME OF CHARMED. Ah, there was this really cute guy but i only noticed his good looks an episode right before he dies and gets cut off... LUCKILY FOR ME, he has a very good looking brother that wears really deep v necks. HAHAHAHAHA. Usually i would think really deep v necks were really fug but for him, i'll make an exception. SADLY, SHIVANI INFORMED ME THAT HE'S TEMPORARY EYE CANDY COS HE LEAVES. WAAAAAAAAHHHHH. I often get really into movies/tv shows and i get really angry when the slut gets with the guy i like. :( NOT COOL. Damn you and your beautiful body, Diana.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, the only thing i was excited for on Christmas day was to see my mum open her present... which happened at the end of the day so during the day i lazed around and watched tv. DENNIS THE MANACE IS SO CUTE. I watched it and i cried. ROFLMAO. IT'S GOOD, OKAY?! IT IS A VERY EMOTIONAL MOMENT WHEN MR WILSON FINDS HIS CHRISTMAS SPIRIT!!!!!!!!!!!!! My mum didn't seem surprised when she opened her present... MAYBE COS RIGHT AFTER MY DAD AND I WENT TO BUY IT, HE TOLD HER??? I devised a plan and everything yet he did not follow it so the suprise failed. She was happy nonetheless which is all that matters. :) Yep, that's pretty much how i spent my christmas. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-1GuQ5kaXFrg/TvhpAs6rwYI/AAAAAAAABTg/DVXSO82bLXs/s1600/DSC_0747.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-1GuQ5kaXFrg/TvhpAs6rwYI/AAAAAAAABTg/DVXSO82bLXs/s400/DSC_0747.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5690413589960835458" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;THE TREE LOOKS BETTER IN REAL LIFE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So i went to bondi junction today and i didn't end getting anything but my mum did so it was pretty much a waste of time. I DID GET GREASE LIGHTNING. THIS SHIT BETTER WORK OR I WON'T BE VERY HAPPY. When i bought it, THIS CUTE GUY SERVED ME. Oh my. THEN HE SAID SEE YA. Sorry buddy, but you are not going to see me later. I was not destined to end up with a beautiful guy cos i only spot them when i'm shopping then never see them again... like seriously?! WHERE DID YOU COME FROM?!!??!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://25.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lti0le9eLl1qby8qzo1_500.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 539px; height: 231px;" src="http://25.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lti0le9eLl1qby8qzo1_500.gif" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I sound really shallow today and for that i am sorry. I'm in a... bleh kinda mood. LOL. I should be excited for tomorrow cos i am going to the shitty with Anne... atm, i feel so lazy. I just wanna go parra now. KSJAHDAJS. Hopefully tomorrow ends up good cos all i wanna do is talk. AHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FAR OUT. THE SIGHT OF WORK AND MITCHELL AND KENNY'S TWEETS MAKE ME WANT TO ROLL UP INTO A BALL AND CRY. I HAVE DECIDED AFTER TOMORROW, I WILL GO LIBRARY EVERYDAY TO DO WORK. Yes, i am the next Vincent. Please, no one suddenly turn up or else i'll get distracted unless you're there to help me with maths. Aw, Julia helps with me with maths and doesn't get annoyed with me... I MISS THAT GIRL. :'(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://26.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lrout8I2Bn1r1oju1o1_500.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 430px; height: 242px;" src="http://26.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lrout8I2Bn1r1oju1o1_500.gif" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;So cute. Okay, going to schleep. I hope you all had a very &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;m&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;e&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;r&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;r&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;y&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;c&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;h&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;r&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;i&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;s&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;t&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;m&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;s&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/406163702899418726-6378771569344370783?l=fearhasnovoice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fearhasnovoice.blogspot.com/feeds/6378771569344370783/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fearhasnovoice.blogspot.com/2011/12/well-christmas-is-over-and-so-im-just.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/406163702899418726/posts/default/6378771569344370783'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/406163702899418726/posts/default/6378771569344370783'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fearhasnovoice.blogspot.com/2011/12/well-christmas-is-over-and-so-im-just.html' title=''/><author><name>Christie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16260715974672301819</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pEdUy6L5vpY/SynTIAtiVWI/AAAAAAAAA9g/PuPMxq0vddM/S220/DSC06224.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-1GuQ5kaXFrg/TvhpAs6rwYI/AAAAAAAABTg/DVXSO82bLXs/s72-c/DSC_0747.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-406163702899418726.post-3323583850399269994</id><published>2011-12-16T23:23:00.002+11:00</published><updated>2011-12-17T00:09:38.308+11:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://27.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lviklk6Z0j1r5pc7ko1_500.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 540px; height: 404px;" src="http://27.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lviklk6Z0j1r5pc7ko1_500.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I was a photographer for Shivani's group today. HEHE. They had kk and they're so cute! Ngaw, i love them! They make me so excited for our Christmas dinner. :') YAYAYAYAY! IT TURNS OUT I BOUGHT A SHIRT THAT HAS STEWIE ON IT AND IT SAYS 'MERRY XXXMAS!' HEHEHE. That is perfect for me. I SHALL WEAR IT ON WEDNESDAY. 8)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Aw, fat shit was crying about mr peck and i laughed at her when she started crying cos vanessa started crying OUT OF NOWHERE. ALL I COULD DO WAS SAY 'STOP DAT! STOP IT!' Mr Rawson looked like he was really enjoying himself. LMAO. Awww, dw chao. I would've cried too. Bloody margaret cries too much which causes everyone else to cry. LOL. It turns out the school loves mr peck very much. LOL. OMGSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSHHHHHHH. I THOUGHT I HADN'T HUGGED A GUY IN YEARS SO I THOUGHT I BROKE THE CHAIN WITH MR PECK BUT I HUGGED MR CARTER. WAY TO BREAK MY STREAK!!!! Aw man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;REMEMBER THE TIME I CRIED AND WAS FULL DEPRESSED ABOUT ECO? I FULL WANTED TO DIE AND HATED LIFE. THEN THE OTHER DAY I HEARD PAST YEAR 12'S SAYING SOMETHING ABOUT NEEDING TO BE IN THE TOP 40 FOR HUMANITIES SO I WAS LIKE EFF MY DAY AND MY FUTURE CAREER. IT TURNS OUT I DIDN'T MUCH BETTER THAN WHAT I EXPECTED, WITH ME EXPECTING TO GET 50%... so... WOOHOO!!! I need to learn how to write nicer... at least my work was memorable? AHAHAHA. Aw, yay!! MARGARET AND I EXCEEDED OUR EXPECTATIONS WHICH IS ALWAYS GOOD. WOOHOO!!! GO LISA!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Today has been a surprisingly good day. THOUGH, WHAT I HAVE LEARNT TODAY IS THAT IT'S SO HARD TO TRUST ANYONE. I can honestly say i only trust a handful.. not even... probably a couple of people at school like.. COMPLETELY. WHY CAN'T WE BE NICE AND ALL LOVE EACH OTHER? Ah man. sow sadz&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I WAS READING ANNE'S TUMBLR AND SHE ALWAYS COMES UP WITH GENIUS STUFF TO SAY. Oh mah gad. Like, hanging onto the idea you create for a person and it's so much more fun living in your imaginary world as opposed to reality. I think this applies to a lot of people for me cos i kind of try really hard to see the good in people. THEN SOMETIMES I HAVE THOSE MOMENTS WHERE I THINK 'OMG, YOU ARE AN ASSHOLE' BUT THEN I ALWAYS COME RUNNING BACK... omg. Can you just decide on being a bitch or not? Seriously?! You are really confusing me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I have a really bad case of pms. So if i'm a bitch or have been a bitch to you lately. I could easily fake a smile and pretend i'm not pissed... BUT I CAN'T CONTROL IT. If i'm annoyed, i'll probably show it. LOL. THIS REMINDS ME... if you're gonna be a bitch, be upfront about it and don't be a pussy by bitching behind people's backs. THIS IS SUCH A BAD TIME TO BE TAGGING PHOTOS OF ME. I AM IN A VERY SENSITIVE STATE RIGHT NOW. OMG. I hate my nose. I hate my eyes. I hate my face. Eurgh, i hate myself. LOL, nah i don't. That's not possible. Oh man. SORREH, i can't accept being ugly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you know that feeling where you want something so badly that you'd do anything to get it but once you have it, it's just like 'oh...'? Yeah, i hate that feeling.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/406163702899418726-3323583850399269994?l=fearhasnovoice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fearhasnovoice.blogspot.com/feeds/3323583850399269994/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fearhasnovoice.blogspot.com/2011/12/i-was-photographer-for-shivanis-group.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/406163702899418726/posts/default/3323583850399269994'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/406163702899418726/posts/default/3323583850399269994'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fearhasnovoice.blogspot.com/2011/12/i-was-photographer-for-shivanis-group.html' title=''/><author><name>Christie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16260715974672301819</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pEdUy6L5vpY/SynTIAtiVWI/AAAAAAAAA9g/PuPMxq0vddM/S220/DSC06224.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-406163702899418726.post-2219272615056741430</id><published>2011-12-14T20:24:00.002+11:00</published><updated>2011-12-15T00:08:54.721+11:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;yo just jealous yo mama gave birth to such a rude ugly shit face. &lt;/blockquote&gt;Wise words of a very wise young woman named Margaret Tram. HAHAHAHAHA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I HAVE DECIDED NOT TO GO TO SCHOOL! WOOO! I hope i don't regret this. I will just stay home and catch up on some work, which is more work than what we'd do in school. 8) IF I BLOG ABOUT NOT DOING WORK TOMORROW, i will slap myself. Oh well, i can just catch up on much needed sleep. 8)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Margaret is such a pervert. SHE SAID THE TEACHER HAD NICE EYES. That is not the perve-y part cos i can understand that... BUT THEN SHE SAID HE'S NOT MARRIED COS HE DOESN'T HAVE A RING. Shit. SHE WENT TOO FAR. I broke the bad news to her and i think the teacher heard so he was just hovering around our area. OH MARGARET, what have you done??? It was Julia's last day today and she bought her taboo game, which i am apparently shit at. It was a darn good time. HAHAHAHA. She is so cute and funny. Her hair has grown out very nicely. I've noticed when people get haircuts, there is a really awkward stage in the beginning but then it just transforms!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OMGGGGGGGG, I GET JEALOUS WAY TOO EASILY. Omgsh, maybe this is why my self esteem is so shit. OH WELL. OMGSSSSSSSSSH, I HATE IT WHEN PRETTY GIRLS APPEAR OUT OF NOWHERE. SERIOUSLY, WHERE HAVE YOU BEEN ALL MY LIFE??? OMMMMMMMMMMG. Just to reassure you, i am not a lesbian. I feel like i have to say this every time now since there are people who did think i was...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Due to our lack of life, we like to create drama out of nothing. It is true ya know!!! People and their stupid problems... HAHAHAHA. I WOULD WIN #1 PSYCHIATRIST. LMAOOO. I just love listening to people. Nah, i wouldn't be able to be a psychiatrist cos you really do get sick of hearing about people's shit unless it's juicy. I think gossip queens would make good psychiatrists cos they're nosy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YAYAYAYAYAYAY!! IT'S HOLIDAYS SOON WHICH MEANS I CAN SEE MICHELLE AGAIN. Wooohooooo!!!! THERE IS SO MUCH TO LOOK FORWARD TO NOW!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really hate it when people roll their eyes at me. Seriously, wtf bitch? What do you want? Am i not good enough for you? Yeah, i hope you choke on a dick.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I HAVE TO PROMISE TO MYSELF THAT I WON'T WATCH NEW GIRL TILL I FINISH THESE DOT POINTS. Omgggg. I planned to finish my dot points by 6 but every Wednesday, i have a nap after school. THIS IS BECOMING AN EXTREMELY BAD HABIT. THEN I END UP SLEEPING AT 1 COS I CAN'T GET TO SLEEP. I MUST BREAK THIS CYCLE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't believe there are people who would like someone back just cos they know that person is interested them. THAT LEADS TO SO MANY PROBLEMS, LIKE THE POOR PERSON BEING LEAD ON OR BEING HEARTBROKEN. Not cool. Some bitches must be really ugly to be going around and doing that, hahahahahahahahaha. ALSO, I HATE IT WHEN PEOPLE THINK THEY CAN JUST DO WHATEVER THEY WANT, WITH THE BELIEF IN THEIR MINDS THAT THEY'RE TOP SHIT. LMAO. Sorry to break it you but the world does not revolve around you. If it did, you would be very, very fat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Soz, i'm not very original so i repeat myself a lot.&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/406163702899418726-2219272615056741430?l=fearhasnovoice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fearhasnovoice.blogspot.com/feeds/2219272615056741430/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fearhasnovoice.blogspot.com/2011/12/yo-just-jealous-yo-mama-gave-birth-to.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/406163702899418726/posts/default/2219272615056741430'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/406163702899418726/posts/default/2219272615056741430'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fearhasnovoice.blogspot.com/2011/12/yo-just-jealous-yo-mama-gave-birth-to.html' title=''/><author><name>Christie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16260715974672301819</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pEdUy6L5vpY/SynTIAtiVWI/AAAAAAAAA9g/PuPMxq0vddM/S220/DSC06224.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-406163702899418726.post-8983770158330128269</id><published>2011-12-13T23:24:00.004+11:00</published><updated>2011-12-13T23:41:28.574+11:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-JR13ceS2jIw/TudEFEan8DI/AAAAAAAABTQ/1l85UyVl4ko/s1600/tumblr_lvytti3QIp1qm6l4po1_500.png"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 540px; height: 364px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-JR13ceS2jIw/TudEFEan8DI/AAAAAAAABTQ/1l85UyVl4ko/s400/tumblr_lvytti3QIp1qm6l4po1_500.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5685587908453986354" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I really like backs and this guy has a really nice back. I JUST WANNA TOUCH IT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Margaret really doesn't like mr gippel now. It is quite funny actually. We pass notes to each other in class cos we're romantic shits like that. HAHAHAHA. He is gonna hate us even more when he hands us back our assessment marks. I kinda don't want my mark back cos i know i did shit. Ah, so sad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Although i am bad at comforting people, i at least try and say something to show that i care. :( COS IF I SAY NOTHING, THEY MIGHT TAKE IT THE WRONG WAY AND FEEL LIKE I EITHER DON'T CARE OR THINK THEY'RE DUMB. Oh duh no no. Never remain silent. LOL. AT LEAST A HUG.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apparently i'm really awkward. I'M NOT AWKWARD AT ALL. WTH IS WRONG WITH PEOPLE? I am only awkward when i'm around hot people, which is never... :. i am never awkward. I think i'm quite the socialite. Look at me, 286 friends on facebook. Come on, you really can't beat that. YOU NEED TO CONSIDER HOW MANY FRIEND REQUESTS I HAVE REJECTED AND THE PEOPLE I HAVE BLOCKED.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I GOT MY NEW BIKINI TOP TODAY!!! I seriously wish my boobs would grow already. Bloody.. dfhskjhfsdjfh. MAYBE I WILL BE LIKE THAT C CUP STRIPPER. Such an inspiration. HOLLLLA. HAHAHAHAAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah, I HAVE BEEN SO DRAINED LATELY. THE WEEK IS ALMOST OVER. HOLY CRAP BALLS. I HAVE MADE LITTLE PROGRESS WITH MY DOT POINTS SINCE I'M SO EASILY DISTRACTED BUT DON'T MIND THAT COS I HAVE A STORY TO SHARE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not really. Aw, our tutor is so nice and so smart. HE IS SO EASY TO ADMIRE. He told us the cutest story of how him and all his friends failed their trials for english cos they cheated but there was one guy that got them caught... they didn't want to rat him out so they all copped it by getting a 0. TRUE FRIENDS RIGHT THERE. It's so sad how he was so close to being a doctor. :( POOR BABY. OH WELL, AT LEAST HE WAS ABLE TO MEET ME AS A RESULT OF THAT. HAHAHAHAHA. Ain't life dandy!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope i'm still friends with everyone. ANNE DOESN'T WANT TO ME TAKE HER WITH ME TOWARDS LIFE. DUH NO NO. WHEN SIR WAS MAKING THAT NICE SPEECH, SHE JUST TURNED AND LOOKED AT ME WEIRD. Oh hell no, bitch. I know i'll definitely drift from the people that base our friendship on school. YOU KNOW? THOSE PEOPLE? LIKE, YOUR FRIENDSHIP WOULD NOT LAST WITHOUT SCHOOL. Yeah, them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My eyesight is getting really bad. I hate it when my mum's right. I HATE IT. :( I shouldn't be so stubborn and disagree with her cos in the end, i'm the one that suffers. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would blog more but i have stuff to do. I have a life, yknow? Nah, not really. bye bitches&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/406163702899418726-8983770158330128269?l=fearhasnovoice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fearhasnovoice.blogspot.com/feeds/8983770158330128269/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fearhasnovoice.blogspot.com/2011/12/i-really-like-backs-and-this-guy-has.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/406163702899418726/posts/default/8983770158330128269'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/406163702899418726/posts/default/8983770158330128269'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fearhasnovoice.blogspot.com/2011/12/i-really-like-backs-and-this-guy-has.html' title=''/><author><name>Christie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16260715974672301819</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pEdUy6L5vpY/SynTIAtiVWI/AAAAAAAAA9g/PuPMxq0vddM/S220/DSC06224.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-JR13ceS2jIw/TudEFEan8DI/AAAAAAAABTQ/1l85UyVl4ko/s72-c/tumblr_lvytti3QIp1qm6l4po1_500.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-406163702899418726.post-4435202938823420670</id><published>2011-12-12T20:44:00.002+11:00</published><updated>2011-12-12T21:37:16.131+11:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;iframe src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/hopcaopBdEs" allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="300" width="540"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A dedication to all my asian friends, which a majority of my friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today was so cute! Everyone is in the christmas spirit and hurlstone has two black santas. HEHEHE. Awww, i wish i knew where i left my hat then i could join in. :( AW MAN, WE REALLY NEED A CHRISTMAS PARTY!!!! I also want to write everyone letters but that would takes ages and i cbf. IF THAT DID HAPPEN, EVERYONE WILL LOVE ME. If that doesn't happen, then i'll dedicate a paragraph to everyone on my blog. I think that would be better cos i always run out of things to say. Did i say that already? If so, i'm really sorry. I HAVE AWFUL MEMORY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope Liza and I find a place in the farrer video. Though, LIZA IS IN THE OPPOSING HOUSE. HAHAHA. LACHLAN MACGAYGAY. 0:) HAHAHAHA... that is ugly. Anyway, we really do know how to act natural. I hope people don't think we're weird, just swayin' in the wind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I FIND IT SO HARD NOT TO COMPARE MYSELF TO OTHERS. I KNOW IT'S A NATURAL HABIT BUT SCREW MOTHER NATURE. COMPARING MYSELF TO OTHERS IS EVIL. IT IS THE REASON WHY I AM SAD ALL THE TIME. I AM UNABLE TO ACCEPT MYSELF FOR MY DUMB SELF. IT'S KINDA LIKE GALILEAN'S THEORY OF RELATIVITY. I FEEL LIKE I CAN'T DETECT HOW WELL I'M GOING UNLESS I COMPARE MYSELF TO SOMEONE ELSE. (if that made no sense or i referred to the wrong thing, then there is a reason why) #nerdalicious... bloody mr peck. I feel like shit and i'm scared about doing 11 units now. eff my day&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, what i have learnt is... if you beat someone, you're still allowed to be sad about your mark. THIS IS SOMETHING I DID NOT UNDERSTAND BEFORE TILL NOW COS I AM NEVER THE ONE WITH THE SLIGHTLY BETTER MARK. So saying 'YOU BEAT ME, YOU SHOULD BE HAPPY.' doesn't really change anything unless the person is first or something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel like a really bad friend cos i never know how to comfort anyone at all, especially the people who are always there for me. You know what's even worse? Seeing the people who are happy all the time sad. Like, WHAT IS WRONG WITH THE WORLD? There are so many things i need to learn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;#1 comforting people&lt;br /&gt;#2 be happy about other people's success, even if i'm stuck at the bottom&lt;br /&gt;#3 relying on myself&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;Omg, i used to watch smallville all the time and even when i was younger, i thought clark kent was very good looking. AW YEAH, FOREVER WITH GOOD TASTE. That's so weird, right? Finding someone good looking on tv when you're 12... ROFLMAO.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm kinda glad Julia is not leaving me. This is a very crucial time to be leaving. I have pms and i get very lonely. She is the only one that seems to understand that. AHAHAHA. Yay, love you bby.&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/406163702899418726-4435202938823420670?l=fearhasnovoice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fearhasnovoice.blogspot.com/feeds/4435202938823420670/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fearhasnovoice.blogspot.com/2011/12/dedication-to-all-my-asian-friends.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/406163702899418726/posts/default/4435202938823420670'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/406163702899418726/posts/default/4435202938823420670'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fearhasnovoice.blogspot.com/2011/12/dedication-to-all-my-asian-friends.html' title=''/><author><name>Christie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16260715974672301819</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pEdUy6L5vpY/SynTIAtiVWI/AAAAAAAAA9g/PuPMxq0vddM/S220/DSC06224.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/hopcaopBdEs/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-406163702899418726.post-3434195125554727524</id><published>2011-12-10T22:36:00.003+11:00</published><updated>2011-12-10T23:09:01.891+11:00</updated><title type='text'>I am not shalllow.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;iframe src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/BFyhdtuhZ6M" allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="300" width="540"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I should do one of those video reactions like mychonny cos i would have the same reactions as him. Omfg, jay park is so hot. LOL. CAN HIS HEAD TURN AS I WALK PAST HIM? CAN HE WALK INTO THE CLUB, SPOT ME ACROSS THE ROOM AND START HITTING ON ME? CAN HE TAKE CREEPY STALKER PICTURES OF ME AND HANG THEM ON THE WALL? CAN HE BITE MY BOTTOM LIP? OMFGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGG. TAKE MY BODDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDY. His nose is so sharp, oh man. SO NICE. If the girl wasn't cute, i'd be angry but since she is... I APPROVE. YOU GUYS JUST KISS AWAY. LOL. Awww, so cute. I'm sad. I want to move to Korea and find a hot guy to marry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/BuuiBjL09KY" allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="300" width="540"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OH MAAAAAAN. I love taeyang. HEHFSHDJEHHAHEEHE. Why can't music videos be real? Wjy can't hot guys dance for me? LMAO. EFFFFFFFFFFFF. Omg, Sandara Park is so cute too. :(((( My self esteem has plummeted to the ground. WAAAH. OH WELL, i still have taeyang and jay park in my heart. HAHAHA. This is so exciting. Confidence really does contribute to the way you look. If you have a self conscious guy complaining about how big his calves are is such a huge turn off. That's my job. I DON'T THINK JAY PARK WOULD DO THAT, that sexy beast.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ALDWWWOOHOHOHOOOOO. I AM GONNA WATCH KOREAN MUSIC VIDEOS ALL NIGHT! YAY! I have probably had this blank word document open for more than an hour now. Bye ya'll!&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/406163702899418726-3434195125554727524?l=fearhasnovoice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fearhasnovoice.blogspot.com/feeds/3434195125554727524/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fearhasnovoice.blogspot.com/2011/12/i-am-not-shalllow.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/406163702899418726/posts/default/3434195125554727524'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/406163702899418726/posts/default/3434195125554727524'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fearhasnovoice.blogspot.com/2011/12/i-am-not-shalllow.html' title='I am not shalllow.'/><author><name>Christie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16260715974672301819</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pEdUy6L5vpY/SynTIAtiVWI/AAAAAAAAA9g/PuPMxq0vddM/S220/DSC06224.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/BFyhdtuhZ6M/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-406163702899418726.post-7358776782964967601</id><published>2011-12-10T21:51:00.003+11:00</published><updated>2011-12-10T22:31:45.556+11:00</updated><title type='text'>You have made my week, maybe even my month.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Thank you so much, Anne. I THINK I'M A BIT PMS SO WHEN I READ YOUR POST, I WAS REDUCED TO TEARS. HAHAHAHAHA. I AM EMOTIONAL, OKAY? I WAS REALLY MOVED BY WHAT YOU SAID AND ENDING IT WITH 'I think in a few years time, you will become my number one psychologist' REALLY TOPPED EVERYTHING OFF. I am thankful that you realise that there is more to me than my stupid (but hilarious) jokes. It really goes to show that time does not define a friendship. Love you long time.&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/406163702899418726-7358776782964967601?l=fearhasnovoice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fearhasnovoice.blogspot.com/feeds/7358776782964967601/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fearhasnovoice.blogspot.com/2011/12/you-have-made-my-week-maybe-even-my.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/406163702899418726/posts/default/7358776782964967601'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/406163702899418726/posts/default/7358776782964967601'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fearhasnovoice.blogspot.com/2011/12/you-have-made-my-week-maybe-even-my.html' title='You have made my week, maybe even my month.'/><author><name>Christie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16260715974672301819</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pEdUy6L5vpY/SynTIAtiVWI/AAAAAAAAA9g/PuPMxq0vddM/S220/DSC06224.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-406163702899418726.post-131535858294770931</id><published>2011-12-09T23:04:00.003+11:00</published><updated>2011-12-09T23:50:20.727+11:00</updated><title type='text'>BORN WITHOUT THEM, LIVE WITHOUT THEM.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;iframe src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/uEd66X6hJNQ" allowfullscreen="" width="540" frameborder="0" height="315"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She's so beautiful. :(((( After watching her videos, i really want to be tanned. WHY ARE ALL HOT PEOPLE TANNED? When i'm tanned, i go black and it's just ugly. LOL. :( SPEAKING OF GETTING TANNED, this is so weird... but my WHOLE body gets tanned. I NEVER expose my stomach and it's black now. WTF IS THIS MADNESS... I guess it's kinda good... even skin tone. HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YOU KNOW WHAT I LOVE? ONE SIDED CONVERSATIONS! They are absolutely the best! Do you know why? I TELL SOMEONE A HILARIOUS STORY ABOUT MY AWESOME LIFE AND THEY IGNORE ME TO TELL ME SOME STUPID SHIT ABOUT THEIR DUMB LIFE. I am cool if it happens once. Yeah, okay... i can handle that but when it happens constantly... oh man. Not cool. Why am i prone to being friends with these kinds of people? I can't answer that question either. I honestly don't understand why i bother sometimes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Leading me onto my next point, i don't understand why people i'm mad at or dislike are nice all of a sudden... it just confuses me. Being the kind, forgiving person i am... i disregard the shit they've done or said to me and act like nothing has happened so maybe that's why i'm trapped with listening to their dumb stories. I hate it when their stories turn out to be good then i sound all happy and then they think ALL the stuff they say is gold. Am i making sense? I don't think so. Okay, i'm not crazy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think i'm really annoying, especially with Anne. Anne, i am really sorry for persistently asking you to blog and tumble but the only reason i ask is cos reading your blog makes me happy. LOL. :$ Aw, i did the blushing face... i am one adorable bitch. HAHAHAHA, JK. That's your job. Please tie your hair up cos i think it's adoraballs. Thx bb.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've noticed lately that i'm always so eager to see Margaret and i don't know why. I even tried called her today but i was rejected. :( I love my friends. I don't tell them enough but i'm not good with expressing my feelings. I am pretty much a boy with pms. LOL. It's so weird how people say i love you so freely. I do it too but i often don't mean it. HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAA. LOVE YOU ALLLL. I probably only mean it when i say it to my parents or my best buddies. HAHAHAHAHA. Soz babies. My secret has unraveled.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am going to livo tomorrow but i'm not that excited. Shopping isn't that fun without my mum. HAHAHAHA. :( OH WELL. I LOVE YOU GUISE. I GET TO SMELL YD AND THAT'S ALL THAT MATTERS. WOOHOOO!!! I wanna ask what they spray in there and then make my mum buy it for my dad THEN MY HOUSE CAN SMELL BEAUTIFUL. THEN I'LL BE HIGH AND HAPPY 24/7. Sounds like a good plan. WOOHOO&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I always have those moments where i notice something really distinct about someone which i've never noticed before. FOR EXAMPLE, VIVIAN IS SO FREAKING CUTE. I hope she doesn't think i look down on her or anything but i just think she's so cute. LOL. I've noticed other stuff but as if i'm gonna mention that. HAHAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't like it when people say 'lego'. Also, i really hate it when someone tries to point out something bad about you but in a 'funny' or 'nice' way. Bitch, it's not working. I usually get really offended and self conscious. Oh well... what can you do? Bitches will be bitches.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't you hate the moments where you look in the mirror and you realise you're a hideous bitch buy you can't do anything about it? Yeah, me too. DON'T WORRY. I'M NOT DEPRESSED ABOUT THE WAY I LOOK ALL THE TIME SO DON'T BE RUNNING OFF AND CALLING BEYOND BLUE. HAHAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I find it really unnattractive when guys are dumb. Not necessarily academically but like... i have no idea how to explain it. Maybe all guys are like that... anyway, i was just joking about the things guys require need to be attractive. There's so much more than being nice and buff. Honestly, it's so easy to act nice so... DON'T THINK YOU'LL BE CAPTURING MY HEART IF YOU'RE BUFF AND NICE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TIME TO NOT TO DO HOMEWORK. WOOHOO&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/406163702899418726-131535858294770931?l=fearhasnovoice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fearhasnovoice.blogspot.com/feeds/131535858294770931/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fearhasnovoice.blogspot.com/2011/12/born-without-them-live-without-them.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/406163702899418726/posts/default/131535858294770931'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/406163702899418726/posts/default/131535858294770931'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fearhasnovoice.blogspot.com/2011/12/born-without-them-live-without-them.html' title='BORN WITHOUT THEM, LIVE WITHOUT THEM.'/><author><name>Christie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16260715974672301819</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pEdUy6L5vpY/SynTIAtiVWI/AAAAAAAAA9g/PuPMxq0vddM/S220/DSC06224.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/uEd66X6hJNQ/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-406163702899418726.post-1588004092972027717</id><published>2011-12-08T21:36:00.003+11:00</published><updated>2011-12-08T23:43:31.596+11:00</updated><title type='text'>Dumb flop.</title><content type='html'>&lt;iframe src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/lqm35nwZzi8" allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="315" width="540"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Seeing old people makes me really sad. I don't know why... maybe because i'm afraid of the fact that i'm going to be one of them some day, in the last stages of my life. :( I wonder what it feels like to reach a point in my life where i am just content with everything and be ready to just die. Okay, I think too much. LOL. SPEAKING OF OLD PEOPLE, I REALLY MISS MY GRANDMA. HAHAHAHAHA. :'( I WANT TO GO BACK TO VIETNAM TO JUST EAT GOOD FOOD AND WATCH DISNEY CHANNEL ALL DAY. Idgaf if ya'll think it's dirty... my skin is beautiful when i'm in vietnam.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was really hoping to get one of the Aborigine's speeches... and what i hoped for came true. Unluckily for me, i forgot my essay. Everyone was unprepared for Pearson so if i actually remembered my essay, i would've had a chance of doing well but since i didn't, i am gonna do shit with the rest of the grade. I cried twice but it was purely out of disappointment. :(  This assessment period has been shit but all i can do is learn from my mistakes. I am just really glad that it is finally over.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The guy that had a handprint on his ass sat behind me today, along with his friend. I tend not to judge people by the basic facts i know about them but these guys were such stuck up cunts. I thought Liza and I were pretty annoying... THEY TALK NON-STOP. IT IS RIDICULOUS. THEY ALSO FEEL THE NEED TO EVERY DAMN SENTENCE. After calling ben 10 gay, they started to talk about potions or some shit... hahaha, how ironic. THEY ASKED EACH OTHER IF THEY WERE GONNA DO THE DOT POINTS AND THEY BOTH SAID NO COS THEY DON'T NEED PEAK'S DOT POINTS...  Honestly, I think they should just do the whole class a favour and just leave cos they're so freeaking disruptive and show that they don't need to be there anyway. Omgsh, i just really don't like them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ON A MORE BRIGHTER NOTE, I WATCHED THE EPISODE OF FRIENDS WHERE BRAD PITT WAS A GUEST STAR, which lead to a very important thought which may impact my life forever... my future husband has to be as good looking as brad pitt or i will end up lonely. Oh man, so beautiful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YAY UO STUFF!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, i made myself sad again. LOL. I NEED TO WATCH TWO BROKE GIRLS AND DO MY HOMEWORK. BYE.&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/406163702899418726-1588004092972027717?l=fearhasnovoice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fearhasnovoice.blogspot.com/feeds/1588004092972027717/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fearhasnovoice.blogspot.com/2011/12/dumb-flop.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/406163702899418726/posts/default/1588004092972027717'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/406163702899418726/posts/default/1588004092972027717'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fearhasnovoice.blogspot.com/2011/12/dumb-flop.html' title='Dumb flop.'/><author><name>Christie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16260715974672301819</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pEdUy6L5vpY/SynTIAtiVWI/AAAAAAAAA9g/PuPMxq0vddM/S220/DSC06224.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/lqm35nwZzi8/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-406163702899418726.post-1502847404886702633</id><published>2011-12-03T13:05:00.002+11:00</published><updated>2011-12-03T13:14:14.823+11:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;iframe src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/u-qX_M_FMJI" allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="300" width="540"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HEHEHEHE.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/406163702899418726-1502847404886702633?l=fearhasnovoice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fearhasnovoice.blogspot.com/feeds/1502847404886702633/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fearhasnovoice.blogspot.com/2011/12/blog-post.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/406163702899418726/posts/default/1502847404886702633'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/406163702899418726/posts/default/1502847404886702633'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fearhasnovoice.blogspot.com/2011/12/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>Christie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16260715974672301819</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pEdUy6L5vpY/SynTIAtiVWI/AAAAAAAAA9g/PuPMxq0vddM/S220/DSC06224.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/u-qX_M_FMJI/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-406163702899418726.post-6240003743867700535</id><published>2011-12-01T23:11:00.003+11:00</published><updated>2011-12-02T00:06:49.002+11:00</updated><title type='text'>Jenifer and Janet</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://30.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_ltjs5sdyLb1qc8gjco2_250.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 425px; height: 238px;" src="http://30.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_ltjs5sdyLb1qc8gjco2_250.gif" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;iframe src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/X8Ax9vHWGSg" allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="0" width="0"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Maths was shit. Can i just drop to 2u already? HAHA, who am i kidding... i'm bad at that too. I had quite a bad day at school but talking to Anne and seeing Simon Chau with tissues up his nose a little bit better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ANNE AND I HAVE BEEN TEXTING QUITE A LOT LATELY. TEXTING REALLY BRINGS PEOPLE CLOSER. I think texting is how Michelle and i got closer now look at us today. HAHAHAHA. Anyway, yay for getting closer to people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I find it so useless praying before an exam. LMAO. IT'S FUNNY COS I APPARENTLY DON'T BELIEVE IN GOD YET I HOPE THAT I DON'T FAIL. I talk to some higher power or some shit, i don't even know. Yeah, well, it's useless cos what will determine whether or not you fail is the amount of effort you put it. If you made zero effort, no point in praying cos you are gonna fail. Yep, i'm talking about me. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Grace came to tutor today and i think we were laughing half of the time. I don't know why i was laughing so much. LOL. Grace should come to thursday class more often. SHE IS SUCH A METALHEAD. HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA. Lup u long tym. DOES DUYEN TELL THE SAME JOKES TO THE TUESDAY CLASS? HAHAHAHAHAHA. OH MR NGUYEN AND YOUR FUNNY ANALOGIES. It turns out Liza is staying and she keeps falling asleep. I COULD HEAR HER TRYING TO GRAB COFFEE LOLLIES FROM HER POCKET. I have to kick her ass so she keeps awake.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think wife beaters are the boy equivalent of a bra. I'm serious. You can't be letting your tits hang out unless your body is sexay and it's something everyone wants to see through your school shirt. OMGSH, THIS GUY CAME FROM THE TOILET, AS HE WAS SITTING DOWN, I LOOKED AT HIS ASS (I AM NOT A PERVE. LOL, JK. I CAN'T HELP IT.) AND HE HANDPRINTS ON HIS ASS. HAHAHAHAHAAHHAHAHAAHAHAHAHA. Today was a good lesson.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Imagine being a victoria's secret model... omg. YOU GET PAID FOR BEING BEAUTIFUL AND STRUTTING AROUND IN VERY EXPENSIVE UNDERWEAR. How do beautiful people like this exist?! THIS IS UNBELIEVABLE. Also, THEY HAVE BEAUTIFUL FACES AND BODIES. I have neither. Excuse me, learn to share.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DURING ENGLISH TODAY, I TWISTED MY ARM... which doesn't sound as bad as  it sounds but... OMGSH. I wish i was a boy. MY ARM WAS FULL TENSED AND  OH MAH GAD. I never know my arm could look like that. HAHAHAHA. I think  it's so much easier attracting the opposite sex if you're a boy cos all  you need is to be nice and have a hot body. You don't even have to have a  nice face cos the body is distracting... or even better... DRESSING  NICE. OH MAN. Girls have to go through so much shit, you have to have  boobs, not be a bitch, slap on some make up in the morning cos ya  know... people are shallow like that. I don't know what i'm saying  anymore. I'm really tired.&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/406163702899418726-6240003743867700535?l=fearhasnovoice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fearhasnovoice.blogspot.com/feeds/6240003743867700535/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fearhasnovoice.blogspot.com/2011/12/jenifer-and-janet.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/406163702899418726/posts/default/6240003743867700535'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/406163702899418726/posts/default/6240003743867700535'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fearhasnovoice.blogspot.com/2011/12/jenifer-and-janet.html' title='Jenifer and Janet'/><author><name>Christie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16260715974672301819</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pEdUy6L5vpY/SynTIAtiVWI/AAAAAAAAA9g/PuPMxq0vddM/S220/DSC06224.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/X8Ax9vHWGSg/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-406163702899418726.post-3438964788889098960</id><published>2011-11-23T22:52:00.004+11:00</published><updated>2011-11-23T23:15:03.905+11:00</updated><title type='text'>'I'm always a sucker for old men'</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://30.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_luzs2rf0q91qjh1szo1_500.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 540px; height: 265px;" src="http://30.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_luzs2rf0q91qjh1szo1_500.gif" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;JUST SO YOU KNOW, the title of this post has nothing to do with the picture above so don't be making any dirty jokes, okay? HAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am the only one that frequently blogs during assessments and yet i still wonder i fail all of them. LOL. WELL, I GOT HOME AT 1 TODAY AND... i thought that i would have heaps of time to study... OH, HOW I WAS WRONG. BEING THE DUMB ASS I AM, I HAD A THREE HOUR NAP BUT BEFORE THAT I WAS JUST CHILLIN. Omgsh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am now panicking. ANYWAY, I FINALLY BOUGHT HIGH WAISTED SHORTS!!!!! YAYAYAYAYAYAYAYAYAYAY!!!!! WOOOOOHOOOO!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have realised lately that i'm really slow. Maybe i've always been slow so that's why it's taken me so long to realise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Was it just me or was today really cold? I was dying in my stupid winter  uniform. I was actually shaking. Don't call me weak... I JUST LACK  STRENGTH. So suck my balls. But yah, MAYBE I AM  SICK!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was just thinking, i'm quite easy to buy stuff for... IF YOU DON'T THINK SO, KK, HERE'S A LIST OF WHAT I WANT AND ACTUALLY USE IF I GET IT:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;- Razors - please, please, please... no one wants a hairy bitch roaming the streets of cabramatta. :( MY MUM THREW MY RAZOR AWAY. NOOOOOO.&lt;br /&gt;- Perfume - i'm dirty :. i stink :. i need to cover that smell up AHAHA, jk.&lt;br /&gt;- Good tweezers - i have a scratch on my eyebrow cos my $2 tweezers are blunt... LOL. :$&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;You should've picked up those ideas already if you read my blog or talk to me enough. :( OMGSH, I LIKE IT WHEN PEOPLE REMEMBER STUFF ABOUT ME. Then they mention it and you're like WOAH, I DIDN'T EVEN REMEMBER. HEHEHEEHEOEHOOHHO. How nice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YAYYY!!! ANNE BLOGGED. THIS IS THE BEST DAY EVER. Not really. Excuse me, when i assign you to be one of my texting buddies, you gotta text back immediately. -snaps fingers- Not cool. Do you want your name to be reverted back to Anne Nguyen? ME THINKS NOT. That reminds me.. WE NEED TO MEET UP IN THE HOLIDAYS TO MAKE COSTUMES. OH YAYYYYY!!! I don't think i've gone out with Anne before... if so, then... SOZ.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I AM SO EXCITED FOR CHRISTMAS!!!! YAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAY!!! WOOOHOOO!!! I just want an excuse to sing 12 days of Christmas without pissing everyone off.. as much. Just getting into the christmas spirit, guise!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I FINALLY DOWNLOADED DRAKE'S NEW ALBUM AND IT'S SO GOOOOOOOOD. I just download my music off random sites so my laptop is probably diseased but i don't know it yet. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Teenage problems are so stupid but since we have no lives, we consider everything to be the end of the world. LOL. So umbday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish i had blue hair.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I only blogged because i wanted an excuse not to do work. TIME TO GET BACK TO STUDYINNNNNNNGGG. I really just want to drop to 2u now. It's so... IDK MAN. CAREFREEEEEEEEEE.&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/406163702899418726-3438964788889098960?l=fearhasnovoice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fearhasnovoice.blogspot.com/feeds/3438964788889098960/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fearhasnovoice.blogspot.com/2011/11/im-always-sucker-for-old-men.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/406163702899418726/posts/default/3438964788889098960'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/406163702899418726/posts/default/3438964788889098960'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fearhasnovoice.blogspot.com/2011/11/im-always-sucker-for-old-men.html' title='&apos;I&apos;m always a sucker for old men&apos;'/><author><name>Christie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16260715974672301819</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pEdUy6L5vpY/SynTIAtiVWI/AAAAAAAAA9g/PuPMxq0vddM/S220/DSC06224.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-406163702899418726.post-7545450025820422308</id><published>2011-11-22T22:13:00.002+11:00</published><updated>2011-11-22T23:03:09.216+11:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://media.tumblr.com/tumblr_ltbtuzPWJR1qb92yg.png"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 188px; height: 231px;" src="http://media.tumblr.com/tumblr_ltbtuzPWJR1qb92yg.png" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I woke up at 4:30 to study and i'm dead tired. So, all i can say about eco is that i screwed up and i am extremely disappointed in myself. I can't really do anything else besides studying and messing up everything else. I'VE CRIED ENOUGH. AHAHAHAHA. Omgsh, i usually cry to the people i love most.. like... THEY JUST TRIGGER MY TEARS. IT'S TRUE, I'VE NOTICED BUT I AM UNABLE TO EXPLAIN WHY. Real men cry, okay?!?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I AM FREEEEEEEE FROMMMMM CRANCHERRRRRRR!!!! She hates me cos i didn't turn up to morning class and now i have to write a note about why i skipped. Oh mah gad. SO NEEDY. When i was in her class, i did no work AT ALL. It's so hard to listen... it's like she's talking in the background even when you're trying to listen. :| THEN I MOVED BACK TO RAWSON'S TODAY... oh mah gad. I am so thankful i have him now. HAHA. YAY!!!! I also moved physics classes so no cake for me anymore but Robson is good, making everything okay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why must ads be so deceiving? Damn you, victoria's secret models... no one can look good in pyjamas but you. LOL. :( SO DECEIVING!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YOU KNOW WHAT I LOVE? When i wake up early naturally and i feel all refreshed but that has not happened in a very long time, probably cos i always sleep late nowadays. My dark circles are... horrible. kfjsdkljfskj D:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I WATCHED NEW GIRL TODAY. OMGSH!!! I LOVE IT!!! YAYYYYY!!!! I was allowed to watch some shows cos i was sad so that doesn't count. LOL. YAYY!! I CAN'T WAIT TILL AFTER ALL THE ASSESSMENTS THEN I CATCH UP ON TV SHOWS. YAYAYAYYAAYYAYAY! I know, it's too early to be excited, especially today.&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/406163702899418726-7545450025820422308?l=fearhasnovoice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fearhasnovoice.blogspot.com/feeds/7545450025820422308/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fearhasnovoice.blogspot.com/2011/11/i-woke-up-at-430-to-study-and-im-dead.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/406163702899418726/posts/default/7545450025820422308'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/406163702899418726/posts/default/7545450025820422308'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fearhasnovoice.blogspot.com/2011/11/i-woke-up-at-430-to-study-and-im-dead.html' title=''/><author><name>Christie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16260715974672301819</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pEdUy6L5vpY/SynTIAtiVWI/AAAAAAAAA9g/PuPMxq0vddM/S220/DSC06224.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-406163702899418726.post-4074858892924100565</id><published>2011-11-21T00:25:00.004+11:00</published><updated>2011-11-21T00:53:07.185+11:00</updated><title type='text'>REFUGEE LIFE</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;iframe src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/RhifPQ55Z7Q" allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="396" width="540"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THROWBACCCCCCCCCCCK! HAHAHAHA. Omg, all the pictures and shit remind me of year 7. AHAHAHA. We were all such fags but i still like the song. Don't judge me. This video was uploaded in 2006... EVERYTHING MAKES SENSE NOW.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have pretty much been working on eco all day... i finished at 5 with 1400 words and i cut it down to 989.... but i don't have a conclusion. :| I really don't know if i can write that fast. WAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHH. :(((&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyone is in it for themselves... IT'S SO HARD TO TRUST PEOPLE. NO ONE CAN BE TRUSTED.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you imagine situations you want to happen in your head? Well, i do. I am such a sad case. HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA. I am never going to marry Brad Pitt. HE'S IN PRETTY GOOD SHAPE FOR... IDK, a man over 40?!? Velly nice. I approve. No one likes his beard but i kinda like it. SO MUCH MYSTERY, kinda like Anne and her long skirt. Baby, don't tease me like that. :( Always leave me hanging!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't believe Anne dedicated a blog post to me. :'DDDD HOW SWEET!!!!! HEHEHEHEEHOEHOEHEHOEHEHEEHEHE. I guess i could dedicate to you a really long paragraph of how much i love you??? LOL... HERE IT GOES...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lup u long tym.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy birthday, Cindy! I do not have facebook nor do i have your number so no gay ass embarrassing poem for you, broe. OMGGGGGG, THAT REMINDS ME... EVERYONE HAS BEEN REQUESTING THE SQUASHING VIDEO... so... tada! Everyone being fat chao and Lisa... HAHAHAHA. Whatever, i have friends. :( &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/embed/h2gIJkDYe-g?rel=0"&gt;HERE IT ISSSSS.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am craving pancakes now. NOT NORMAL PANCAKES BUT THIS ASIAN PANCAKE... oh mah gad. I don't know what it's callled but it's nice. HEHE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really should have studied earlier. Now i am all depressed and preparing myself for failure. LOL. PHYSICS AND AG ARE ON THE SAME DAY... NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO. Shit to the balls. So scared for maths.... :'(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I better go to sleep or i won't get abs.&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/406163702899418726-4074858892924100565?l=fearhasnovoice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fearhasnovoice.blogspot.com/feeds/4074858892924100565/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fearhasnovoice.blogspot.com/2011/11/refugee-life.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/406163702899418726/posts/default/4074858892924100565'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/406163702899418726/posts/default/4074858892924100565'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fearhasnovoice.blogspot.com/2011/11/refugee-life.html' title='REFUGEE LIFE'/><author><name>Christie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16260715974672301819</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pEdUy6L5vpY/SynTIAtiVWI/AAAAAAAAA9g/PuPMxq0vddM/S220/DSC06224.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/RhifPQ55Z7Q/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-406163702899418726.post-6641846769002558142</id><published>2011-11-20T00:40:00.005+11:00</published><updated>2011-11-20T01:04:03.904+11:00</updated><title type='text'>Don't make excuses.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;So apparently i have three friend requests and 24 notifications on Facebook... WHY DO PEOPLE WANT ME WHEN I'M NOT ON FACEBOOK? IT HASN'T EVEN BEEN A WEEK YET. IMAGINE WHAT WILL HAPPEN IN LESS THAN 4 WEEKS? OH MAAAAAAAAH GAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAADDDDDDDDD. I am going crazaaaaaaaaaaaaaye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate it when people lie to me. LIES HURTS MORE THAN THE TRUTH, especially when you know that person is lying. Why do people lie anyway? It's not to protect someone's feelings. That is complete and utter bullshit. Lying is used to protect yourself. Lying is selfish. Well, in my case it is... HAHA. Yeah, you probably don't know that i'm talking about you but okay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes i think you are the reason why i sometimes feel like i hate everyone but no, it's not everyone... it's just you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People who get mad at me cos i ignored them. Excuse me, bitch. You do that all the time so i hope you feel the pain, you cunt. People who act like they're sooooo nice and caring but it's all just an act. People, you suck. LOL. People who are arrogant... what can i say? THE MORE ARROGANT YOU ARE, THE MORE JOY PEOPLE GAIN FROM WATCHING YOU FALL FLAT ON YOUR FACE. So, don't be arrogant.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I GIVE UP TOO EASILY. WAAAAAAAH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I DON'T KNOW WHAT I'M DOING UP THIS LATE. I HATE MY ECO ESSAY. THE STRUCTURE IS SHIT. NO ONE HAS SAID ANYTHING GOOD ABOUT IT. IT'S WORTH 25%. I HAVE NOT FINISHED. I LOVE TO COMPLAIN SO SUCK MY DICK, BITCHES. OH MAH GAD. I AM GOING CRAYCRAY. I AM STILL HORRIBLE AT MATHS. SO MANY ASSESSMENTS. I THINK I AM PANICKING. NO TUTORING TOMORROW SO YAY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HM, IF I WAKE UP AT 7, BE READY TO WORK BY 8:30... FINISH MY ECO ESSAY BY 12, EVERYTHING SHOULD BE FINE. SPEND AN HOUR AND A HALF PERFECTING IT THEN PRACTICE WRITING. WOOHOO. THEN MATHS ALL NIGHT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I see no point in typing up ag notes as Mr Schippers does spoon feed us the answers. The only reason why i would type them up is it is reasonably neater and better to look at but other than that, no point.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really should blog more often before i go to bed cos it's the time where i'm all coocoo and my thoughts are all scrambled, making it much more fun to read.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to do well in my assessments but i haven't even started to study properly. I want to get a hot body but i don't want to exercise. I want to show my parents i love them but i do crap in school and i am a lazy shit. I want to be rich but i don't want to work. I am the living definition of an unsuccessful person, as the quote goes (which is written on my whiteboard), the difference between a successful person and other is not lack of will or lack of strength, but rather lack of will. Yep, that is me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I SHOULD JUST WRITE ABOUT ALL THE QUOTES ON MY WHITEBOARD.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, just another... oh ho ho. The surest way not to fail is to determine to succeed. Well, i am neither determined nor motivated and i have a low self esteem so... living in a box here i come.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think this has been quite a depressing post, this is nowhere near as the sad thoughts that are in my head on a Saturday night or Sunday morning. HAHAHAHAHA. But, please, do enjoy.&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/406163702899418726-6641846769002558142?l=fearhasnovoice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fearhasnovoice.blogspot.com/feeds/6641846769002558142/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fearhasnovoice.blogspot.com/2011/11/dont-make-excuses.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/406163702899418726/posts/default/6641846769002558142'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/406163702899418726/posts/default/6641846769002558142'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fearhasnovoice.blogspot.com/2011/11/dont-make-excuses.html' title='Don&apos;t make excuses.'/><author><name>Christie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16260715974672301819</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pEdUy6L5vpY/SynTIAtiVWI/AAAAAAAAA9g/PuPMxq0vddM/S220/DSC06224.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-406163702899418726.post-1447084349158662140</id><published>2011-11-19T22:58:00.003+11:00</published><updated>2011-11-19T23:53:05.827+11:00</updated><title type='text'>expectation = disappointment</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Recap of Wendy's:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Making gifs is fun!!!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Vivian wore a dress today. :$&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;It is official, i do NOT like pad thai. Matter of fact, I KIND OF HATE PAD THAI.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Nts: do not go outside the house looking like a $2 hoe&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;SWINGSSSS ARE SOOO FUNNN, when Mitchell is not trying to touch your ass&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Yvy's wink is funny and i feel really uncomfortable when i see people wink seductively.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;I FINALLY WENT ON FACEBOOK AND THE MEXICAN WAVE VIDEO IS SO CUTE! HEHEHE. I went on twitter too.. sow sadz. LOL. :( I can honestly say that when i'm not on the internet, i try to study but  i ALWAYS end up eating or sleeping. WEEEWWW!!! Time to fail. I hate eco  right now and i can't believe it's worth 25%. Shit balls.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I now realise why i don't have a person to talk to all the time, that cares about every single thing i say and will always know what to say. Well, i feel like i'm that person for some people and it's shit having to pretend that you care. It's not unless the person doesn't do the same for you so i guess you have got to have both each other's backs? LOL. Am i making any sense? Fine. I should really get going and buy a journal so i don't have to force you to endure my nonsense. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People who have the ability to make everything about themselves... OKAY PEOPLE, stop taking advantage of this ability and shut the hell up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really hate it when people say 'never mind', 'don't worry' or 'but i can't tell you' as they're about to tell me something. HOW ABOUT SUCK MY DICK? I DO MIND. I DO WORRY. I DON'T CARE IF YOU CAN'T TELL ME COS YOU JUST TOLD ME THAT THERE'S A SECRET THAT EXISTS WHICH I CAN'T KNOW BUT NOW WANT TO KNOW. SO, IT'S YOUR DAMN FAULT IF I BEGIN TO START DIGGING UP SOME INFORMATION, biatch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry if i've mentioned this before, but i extremely hate BLACK SHIRTS AND WHITE TIES. THOSE WERE NEVER MEANT TO BE A COMBINATION, EVER!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I have never seen ANYONE pull that shit off. NOBODY AT ALL!!!!!!!!!! I love guys in suits though... oh mah gad. When they're slim fitting, BLACK SUIT WITH WHITE SHIRT NEVER FAILLLLLLS. This just makes me think of the smell of yd. Oh yeah, the ultimate man. HAHAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I should call Margaret on Saturday nights or she should go on msn cos it seems to be the worst night of the week where i'm all depressed and shit. HAHAHAHAHAHA. This is probably only because i don't have a life. She is the best person to vent to cos she's so supportive and knows what to say! Hehehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maths till 1... GOGOGOGO.... YAYAYAYAYA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/sBfzZWo-fJ4" allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="396" width="540"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Such a cute love story, hehe.&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/406163702899418726-1447084349158662140?l=fearhasnovoice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fearhasnovoice.blogspot.com/feeds/1447084349158662140/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fearhasnovoice.blogspot.com/2011/11/expectation-disappointment.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/406163702899418726/posts/default/1447084349158662140'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/406163702899418726/posts/default/1447084349158662140'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fearhasnovoice.blogspot.com/2011/11/expectation-disappointment.html' title='expectation = disappointment'/><author><name>Christie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16260715974672301819</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pEdUy6L5vpY/SynTIAtiVWI/AAAAAAAAA9g/PuPMxq0vddM/S220/DSC06224.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/sBfzZWo-fJ4/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-406163702899418726.post-1129276150334069673</id><published>2011-11-18T19:13:00.003+11:00</published><updated>2011-11-18T23:03:54.815+11:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://29.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lqddsq14Gb1r25dwto1_400.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 338px; height: 500px;" src="http://29.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lqddsq14Gb1r25dwto1_400.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Happy birthday, Wendy!!! I hope you loved the Mexican wave!!! AWW, i thought it was so cute most of the grade got to do that for her! NGAW! YAY! I can't wait for her birthday dinner tomorrow!!! PARTAAAYYYZZZZZ... before assessments. Btw, the picture above has nothing to do with Wendy or her birthday, i just thought it was hilarious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Looking at all these gifs and pictures of Mr Chow on tumblr has helped me realise that he is my ideal man. HAHAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Omgsh, i just remembered Vivian walking backwards into Vanessa and she full shaked/shivered/idek then got her food all over Vanessa. HAHAHASHJDKASJHDAKHDAS. WATCHING HER STUMBLE IN SLOW MOTION... SDFDSOHFSOHOHOHOHOHOHAHHAHAHAAAAHAHSDLKADJA. Oh Vivian.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will learn the lyrics to 12 days before Christmas twelve days before Christmas. At first i typed Christie instead of Christmas... whoops. THEY'RE SIMILIAR.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So we practiced the hat dance and i don't remember anything so i always follow Danielle but she always does it wrong. HAHAHAHAHAHA. Love you. Julia is the best though, that's probably why she's in the centre. HAHAHAHAHAHAA......... oh my gosh. I thought she was just joking around but it turns out she was serious when dancing. HAHAHAHA. QTTTTTTTTT! Sometimes i can't take her seriously.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I tried singing to Margaret today and then she started singing to sing EVERYTIME WE TOUCH. That's a bit inappropriate Margaret!!! HAHAHAHAHA. I don't know why she calls me Chrit... normal people would call me Chris... she probably chose Chrit cos it rhymes with clit. LMAO.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate owing people money. This is so sad. LOL. :((((((((((((((((((((&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mum can't stop asking if i have a boyfriend. Argh. I can't help that i have come to a point in my life where i've blossomed into a beautiful flower. I should really just tell her i'm a lesbian cos she honestly asks me everyday. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eco is such a pain in the ass but i think i will finish my essay tomorrow morning... which is much earlier than usual. HAHAHA. (A) TOO MANY TABS. TOO LAGGGGGYYY.WAAAAH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Omg, i hate having the same name as someone else. :( Genevieve would  always laugh at me when i got confused in art and then she's all like:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://26.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lr7uh8GBLT1ql0vijo1_500.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 500px; height: 206px;" src="http://26.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lr7uh8GBLT1ql0vijo1_500.gif" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This reminds me... I FEEEEL SOOOO FREEEEEEEEE! I HANDED IN MY DROPPING SHEET OR WHATEVZ AND YAAAAAAAY!!!!! NO MORE ART! NO MORE OFFLINE!!! YAY TO FREE PERIODDDDDDSSSSS. WEEEEEEEEWWW!!! PARTAYEEEEE!!! RAISIN' DA ROOOOOOOF! Liza is also dropping senior science so she'll be with me!!! YAAAAY!! How excitingz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OH NOOOOOOOOOO. I HAVE TO SEE ESJAAK ON MONDAY DURING AG AND OH MAH GAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAASSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSH. I THINK WE HAVE PRAC THAT DAY. NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://24.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_luam44Z58z1qjdarpo1_500.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 539px; height: 230px;" src="http://24.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_luam44Z58z1qjdarpo1_500.gif" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&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/406163702899418726-1129276150334069673?l=fearhasnovoice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fearhasnovoice.blogspot.com/feeds/1129276150334069673/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fearhasnovoice.blogspot.com/2011/11/happy-birthday-wendy-i-hope-you-loved.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/406163702899418726/posts/default/1129276150334069673'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/406163702899418726/posts/default/1129276150334069673'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fearhasnovoice.blogspot.com/2011/11/happy-birthday-wendy-i-hope-you-loved.html' title=''/><author><name>Christie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16260715974672301819</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pEdUy6L5vpY/SynTIAtiVWI/AAAAAAAAA9g/PuPMxq0vddM/S220/DSC06224.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-406163702899418726.post-1796558450804858922</id><published>2011-11-18T00:05:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2011-11-18T00:06:33.819+11:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://30.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lursy8ISGu1qgkt7co1_500.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 495px; height: 353px;" src="http://30.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lursy8ISGu1qgkt7co1_500.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/406163702899418726-1796558450804858922?l=fearhasnovoice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fearhasnovoice.blogspot.com/feeds/1796558450804858922/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fearhasnovoice.blogspot.com/2011/11/blog-post.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/406163702899418726/posts/default/1796558450804858922'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/406163702899418726/posts/default/1796558450804858922'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fearhasnovoice.blogspot.com/2011/11/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>Christie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16260715974672301819</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pEdUy6L5vpY/SynTIAtiVWI/AAAAAAAAA9g/PuPMxq0vddM/S220/DSC06224.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-406163702899418726.post-8766993810080352029</id><published>2011-11-17T22:21:00.005+11:00</published><updated>2011-11-17T22:52:18.607+11:00</updated><title type='text'>... AND A PARTRIDGE IN A PEAR TREE</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;iframe src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/mIgjsI3MQF4" allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="315" width="540"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Only one line of this song has been stuck in my head all day... and i sang it all day. Wtf is a partridge?! HAHAHA. I think i really annoyed Margaret when i sang in her ear and i accidentally spat into her noodles. HAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAHHAHAHAHAHA. Now she has a little bit of me inside of her.... AHAHASKDAHHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAJSDADKJDSKJD. Ok, i stop. HAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had to go to cranchy cranch's class today. WAAAAAAAH, WE HAD THE HOLMES SO WE DID NUFFAAAANNNGGGZZZZ. To think i was so eager to go to maths class today. HAHAHA. Aw, it's so sad moving after i began to like rawsy rawson. Our class was actually really chill, especially with Yvy's water incident... even he laughed. HAHAHA. Well, i'm dropping art so i'll probably end up back in my old class and then... NO MORE OFFFLINEEEE FOREVERRRRRRRRRRRRR!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aw, i don't want to leave trotter's class. He's too nice. HAHAHA. He was sad that everyone left and there were only 7 people in class. :( He mentioned having CAKE on Mondays... DAMN ITTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTT. Oh welll, what can you do? :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm really stuck on eco. I think my essay sounds like shit right now... OH BALLS. LOL. I HAVE TO FINISH BY MIDNIGHT TOMORROW.. OH EM GEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE... i should write everything down as dot points then put it all together tomorrow... OMGSSSHHH, geniusssss.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vvn told us some jokes today... they weren't as funny until i read them. Now my ag class thinks i'm a loser. :( I was laughing my ass off then Schippers told me to read it out and when i finally did, someone said 'is that it?' EUUUUUUUUUUUUUUURGGGGGH. HOW ABOUT SUCKING MY BALLS, BITCH? It's so lame that it's funny!!! THEN I STOLE HER BOOK AT LUNCH AND REALLY ANNOYED MARGE WITH SOME HILARIOUS JOKES. HAHAHAHAHAHAAHA. My singing too... i never sing so she should see it as a priviledge as opposed to a nuisance. HEHEHE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't wait for swimming carnival!!! I haven't memorised my lines yet, i'll get to practicing. Sorry Anne. I really want to watch pokemon now. :((((&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/20f3CN2KUD0" allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="396" width="540"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time to get back to work... -sigh-&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/406163702899418726-8766993810080352029?l=fearhasnovoice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fearhasnovoice.blogspot.com/feeds/8766993810080352029/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fearhasnovoice.blogspot.com/2011/11/and-partridge-in-pear-tree.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/406163702899418726/posts/default/8766993810080352029'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/406163702899418726/posts/default/8766993810080352029'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fearhasnovoice.blogspot.com/2011/11/and-partridge-in-pear-tree.html' title='... AND A PARTRIDGE IN A PEAR TREE'/><author><name>Christie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16260715974672301819</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pEdUy6L5vpY/SynTIAtiVWI/AAAAAAAAA9g/PuPMxq0vddM/S220/DSC06224.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/mIgjsI3MQF4/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-406163702899418726.post-3465234928806340803</id><published>2011-11-16T22:37:00.002+11:00</published><updated>2011-11-16T23:08:28.951+11:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;grace says:&lt;br /&gt;*dude i miss you so much LOL :'(&lt;br /&gt;*even on my music&lt;br /&gt;*i was searching for christmas music&lt;br /&gt;*but i typed&lt;br /&gt;*"christie"&lt;br /&gt;*instead&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;I want to celebrate christmas this year! I don't know how but i want to. AWWWWWWWWWW, GRACE INVITED ME TO HER FAMILY PARTY COS I'M 'PRETTY MUCH FAMILY ANYWAY'. OMGGGSSSSSSSHHH, my heart has been touched. I'm gon' die. WAAAAAAAH. I'M EXCITED FOR OUR CHRISTMAS DINNER. We need to plan that asap cos i'm too excited. HAHAHA. OH YEAH!!!!!! BUFFET AFTER ASSESSMENTS!!!!!! WEWWWWWWWWWWW!!! Me so excitez.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I FINALLY started eco and i have so many tabs open. This always happens when i have an assignment... often i don't finish in one day so i bookmark ALLL OF THEM. THEN WHEN I OPEN THEM NEXT TIME, MY LAPTOP FULL LAGS. I know, cool story. I'd tell it again but i have no time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't wait for Saturday, even though it's so damn close to our first assessments. HEHEHE. YAAAAAAY!!! Library and thai food. :$ Omgsh, that reminds me... i have to finish my eco essay by midnight on Friday (Cinderella, for real HAHA) or else i'll have to pay for Lisa's dinner... that bitch likes to eat too... LMAO. Oh darn-diddly-arn. LOL. STUPID, SEXY CHRISTIE. :$ HAHAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/zxlnbeJyZbI" allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="396" width="540"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh mah gad, these people are crazy. HOW DO THEY DO THAT... it's like magic... doesn't it burn when they spin? HAHAHA. 1:41 is.. oh mah gad... body roll upside down on a pole. LOL. WDF. I TOLD YOU IT WAS BLACK MAGIC. 2:40 is even better... oh mah gad. I wish i could do that. :( ahsdjaka&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since i'm just as desperate and sad as Anne, probably a little less, i'm gonna try and be friends with one of my very few readers. HAHAHAHA. HAI WILSON. Lets be frands. I'm cool, ok.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some weirdo keeps calling/texting Tracey. I WONDER WHO IT IS. WE NEED TO UNCOVER THIS MYSTERY.&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/406163702899418726-3465234928806340803?l=fearhasnovoice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fearhasnovoice.blogspot.com/feeds/3465234928806340803/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fearhasnovoice.blogspot.com/2011/11/grace-says-dude-i-miss-you-so-much-lol.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/406163702899418726/posts/default/3465234928806340803'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/406163702899418726/posts/default/3465234928806340803'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fearhasnovoice.blogspot.com/2011/11/grace-says-dude-i-miss-you-so-much-lol.html' title=''/><author><name>Christie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16260715974672301819</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pEdUy6L5vpY/SynTIAtiVWI/AAAAAAAAA9g/PuPMxq0vddM/S220/DSC06224.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/zxlnbeJyZbI/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-406163702899418726.post-4974535084096092725</id><published>2011-11-15T21:55:00.003+11:00</published><updated>2011-11-15T23:35:54.235+11:00</updated><title type='text'>Holding onto something that never existed.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lup0l8rPFy1qmq5uh.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 540px; height: 303px;" src="http://media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lup0l8rPFy1qmq5uh.gif" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Lisa Lai has herpes on her fingers. :( The slut is at it again! HAHAHA. Lup u. Everyone was scared of her and we all screamed whenever she would come into contact with us. LOL. DAMN BITCH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WE HAD A TUTOR TEST TODAY. Oh mah gad, i think i did okay. 90% + pls, LOL. I'M GLAD THAT MY TUTOR DOESN'T THINK I'M NEEDY COS I TEXTED HIM 3 TIMES THIS WEEK, which is kind of excessive but i had some very important questions to ask, one in which he answered 'yes'. JUST A ONE WORD ANSWER. Ah man, a stab in the heart. LMAO. I'm the kind of person that gets offended with one worded answers cos i always say LOL, LMAO AND HAHAHAHA so i sound friendly. One worded answers are the worst, especially when i write a whole effing paragraph. I didn't go to the trouble to writing a paragraph for one word. LOL. t('.' )t Well, now you all know so yah. HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OMGGG, I DON'T WANT THE PHYSICS CREW TO BREAK UP. LOL. :( Well, Michelle helped me realise that it's better if i drop art cos i recently decided to keep up but i haven't done shit for the assessment task due next week. LOL. Waaaaah. ANYWAY, I SAID THE FUNNIEST THING TODAY. If you don't laugh then obviously it's a YOU HAD TO BE THERE kind of moment. 8) WELL, MR WALKS BY JOHNNY'S DESK, THEN RANDOMLY SITS DOWN AND SAYS 'HEY JOHNNY'. Vanessa asks what he was doing, he walks towards us and i say HE'S TOO YOUNG FOR YOU. OAHSDKAHKSADHAHAHAKJSDHASJHJAHAHA. It was funny, ok. LMAOSKJDAKJHDSHAHAHAA!! The poor man was hurt. HAHAHAHAHAHA. LISA ASKS HIM WHEN HIS BIRTHDAY IS AND IT TURNS OUT TO BE TWO AFTER LISA'S. THEN I SAID THAT THEY'RE SISTERS. I don't know how that makes sense but it's still funny. HAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHA. Oh man, i'm so funny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When i'm angry, i'm either a tiger or an angry bitch. I think angry bitch is the worst you can deal with cos not only am i irritated but i will get extremely pissed. Like, i don't think you understand how angry i get. I often look back and think of how stupid i acted but at the time, i will explode. HAHAHAHA. SO FOR THOSE PEOPLE WHO HAVE SUFFERED THE WRATH OF ANGRY BITCH, i'm sorry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's like all my friends have suddenly gotten lives. Ever since i began my fb + twitter ban, all my favourites have been hiding from me... i'm crying. I can't even watch 2 broke girls. I guess i'll have to resort to doing work. HAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate it when people tell me they're studying. LMAO... i feel like they're doing it on purpose cos they know i'm not and want me to know how much better they are than me. Stfu bitch. Alright buddy, alright. FOR SOME REASON, THIS LEADS TO ME TO HOW MUCH I HATE LIARS. Omgsh, it worse when you know the truth and lies are coming out of their mouth. YOU'VE BEEN CAUGHT, BITCH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHAHA, OMG. I just remembered Julia practiced biting her lip. AHHH, I FELT SO AWKWARD WATCHING HER.. FDSLDFKJFSLKJFDS... cringe... SHASKJDHASHDA. HAHAHA. sorreh babeh&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/406163702899418726-4974535084096092725?l=fearhasnovoice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fearhasnovoice.blogspot.com/feeds/4974535084096092725/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fearhasnovoice.blogspot.com/2011/11/lisa-lai-has-herpes-on-her-fingers.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/406163702899418726/posts/default/4974535084096092725'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/406163702899418726/posts/default/4974535084096092725'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fearhasnovoice.blogspot.com/2011/11/lisa-lai-has-herpes-on-her-fingers.html' title='Holding onto something that never existed.'/><author><name>Christie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16260715974672301819</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pEdUy6L5vpY/SynTIAtiVWI/AAAAAAAAA9g/PuPMxq0vddM/S220/DSC06224.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-406163702899418726.post-5027090304491684003</id><published>2011-11-14T22:47:00.002+11:00</published><updated>2011-11-14T22:55:32.621+11:00</updated><title type='text'>800th post</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;You're a waste of my time yet time continues to waste away.&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/406163702899418726-5027090304491684003?l=fearhasnovoice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fearhasnovoice.blogspot.com/feeds/5027090304491684003/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fearhasnovoice.blogspot.com/2011/11/800th-post.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/406163702899418726/posts/default/5027090304491684003'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/406163702899418726/posts/default/5027090304491684003'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fearhasnovoice.blogspot.com/2011/11/800th-post.html' title='800th post'/><author><name>Christie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16260715974672301819</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pEdUy6L5vpY/SynTIAtiVWI/AAAAAAAAA9g/PuPMxq0vddM/S220/DSC06224.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-406163702899418726.post-8871247464550780115</id><published>2011-11-14T21:21:00.003+11:00</published><updated>2011-11-14T22:21:59.394+11:00</updated><title type='text'>homies &gt; honeys</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://28.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lj3q4dlxiQ1qbokzbo1_500.png"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 539px; height: 376px;" src="http://28.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lj3q4dlxiQ1qbokzbo1_500.png" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I got bored of the colour scheme. Stfu, i know it's ugly... I JUST NEEDED A CHANGE. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;None of my favourites are online and i don't have facebook OR twitter so i'm feeling kind of really very lonely right now. All i have is bibian to text but she's is just enjoying her fruit. :( She likes the look of her teeth bleeding cos of eating berries... she won't believe me when i tell her she's craycray.. I just discovered that i can favourite texts and i have the urge to favourite all of Vivian's text cos she's so damn funny. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think i might end up finishing my maths homework today. I think you should all be proud of me cos i never finish which is bad. LOL. SO YAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH. I didn't do the tutor questions i had to do though. Oh well, might as well wing the exam and test my knowledge. HAHAHAHA. 8)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't want to do shit in my first assessments but i have a feeling i will. I know this is a bad mindset but am i ever wrong? LMAO. :( I'M SO SCARED FOR MATHS. I DON'T THINK YOU UNDERSTAND. CHRISTIE IS UMBDAY. ASDHFKSDJHFSKHF. Might as well drop down to general and party with them. HAHAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Excuse me, Anne Nguyen. I want a special dedication. Simon Banh is unworthy of a special dedication, unlike me. I cry. I CRY. One on my birthday isn't enough. I'm needy, okay? HAHAHA. NAH, IT'S JUST SO EXCITING BEING MENTIONED ON SOMEONE'S BLOG... COS OBVIOUSLY THEY'VE BEEN THINKING ABOUT YOU. o0oo00oo00o0o00oo GENIUS. At least Margaret loves me. I still can't believe she dedicated a song to me called 'nobody's perfect'.... i am hurt. LMAO. BITCH, I'M FABULOUS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate it when people steal my jokes. Like, excuse me bitch. I am hilarious, not you. I'm pretty sure we have all experienced this before but if not, you are obviously the culprit. SHAME ON YOU. It's even worse when you tell the person the joke and they share it to the whole world, taking credit for how effing funny you are. DAT AIN'T COOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think we're gonna be stuck in Mr Yates' eco class this week which means i get to sit with Anne. OH HO HO, i don't expect to do any work. I think what unites us is gossip. Usually i do the listening cos no one tells me stuff. I KNOW THAT'S BAD BUT THANKS TO GOSSIPING, I UNDERSTAND HOW FUNNY AND NOT SCARY ANNE IS. Besides, we have a discussion of the facts, not gossip. LMAO.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FROZEN BERRIES ARE SO BLOODY DELICIOUS. See what i did there?? If you don't, you didn't read this post properly. LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's on, bitches.&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/406163702899418726-8871247464550780115?l=fearhasnovoice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fearhasnovoice.blogspot.com/feeds/8871247464550780115/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fearhasnovoice.blogspot.com/2011/11/homies-honeys.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/406163702899418726/posts/default/8871247464550780115'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/406163702899418726/posts/default/8871247464550780115'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fearhasnovoice.blogspot.com/2011/11/homies-honeys.html' title='homies &gt; honeys'/><author><name>Christie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16260715974672301819</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pEdUy6L5vpY/SynTIAtiVWI/AAAAAAAAA9g/PuPMxq0vddM/S220/DSC06224.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-406163702899418726.post-1465783203816379611</id><published>2011-11-13T23:25:00.002+11:00</published><updated>2011-11-14T00:34:38.461+11:00</updated><title type='text'>things i need to do</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://24.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lrque018xH1qfpm9co1_500.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 540px; height: 225px;" src="http://24.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lrque018xH1qfpm9co1_500.gif" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;- finish all the q's for tuesday&lt;br /&gt;- 2 x eco essays (wed + friday)&lt;br /&gt;- revise for 2u by sunday&lt;br /&gt;- finish writing ag notes&lt;br /&gt;- catch up on maths, still&lt;br /&gt;- make notes for 3u (don't judge me just cos i'm umbday)&lt;br /&gt;- revise for 3u&lt;br /&gt;- do shit for art&lt;br /&gt;- buy a stress ball LOL&lt;br /&gt;- don't panic (this is kind of impossible)&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I think i'm going to cry. There's so much stuff to do and i can't even rage on twitter anymore. Oh man, i promised myself i would change but i definitely have not. LOL, MAYBE A LITTLE BUT NOT ENOUGH TO SUCCEEEEEEEED.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes i really, REALLY want to rage at people but i know i can't cos then i'll end up saying sorry and looking like a weak bitch, so that ain't happening. Sometimes bottling up my feelings isn't fun but not like there is someone i can talk to, yknow? Cos i am always annoyed at stupid shit and no one wants to ever hear me complain over and over again, let alone even care. AM I RIGHT? Of course i am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Am i as annoying as people are to me? I hope not cos then i must piss off everyone. LMAO. I WONDER IF THERE'S SOME CRAZY BITCH LIKE ME THAT GETS ANNOYED AT EVERYTHING. If so, call me up at 046... AHAHA, jk. I'm crazy but i'm a nice lady! I'm also a poet... YOOOOUUUUU KNOW IT!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't understand why i'm in the top class for english. This homework i have to do right now is driving me nuts and i don't even understand half of the questions. LMAO. SOZ FOR BEING UMBDAAAAAAY. Wah, i thought being able to go on msn would help me with my work but no one was online so i've had to suffer by myself cos my english buddies are all on twitter... -sigh- NOT EVEN GRACE WAS ONLINE. Obviously the apocolypse is coming if Grace isn't online.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wah, why does everyone dress so nice? :( Looking at fashion blogs makes me sad. I'm just gonna be a dull, ugly looking, off heat bitch for the rest of my life. HAHAHAHAHA.&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/406163702899418726-1465783203816379611?l=fearhasnovoice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fearhasnovoice.blogspot.com/feeds/1465783203816379611/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fearhasnovoice.blogspot.com/2011/11/things-i-need-to-do.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/406163702899418726/posts/default/1465783203816379611'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/406163702899418726/posts/default/1465783203816379611'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fearhasnovoice.blogspot.com/2011/11/things-i-need-to-do.html' title='things i need to do'/><author><name>Christie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16260715974672301819</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pEdUy6L5vpY/SynTIAtiVWI/AAAAAAAAA9g/PuPMxq0vddM/S220/DSC06224.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-406163702899418726.post-5800965608768765293</id><published>2011-11-12T20:14:00.002+11:00</published><updated>2011-11-12T22:25:44.428+11:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;iframe src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/CgiX53hjAPc" allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="300" width="540"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PLEASE PAY CLOSE ATTENTION TO 2:20. YOU WILL NOT REGRET IT. HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA. SO FUNNY. Omarion has nice arms, oh ho ho.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My legs are so smooth right now, oh mah gad. LOLOLOL. THIS IS UNBELIEVABLLLLLLE. I think i missed a spot... WHOOPS. HAHAHA. :$&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went to livo library today and had more fun than i should've! LOL. Strangely enough, i actually did SOME work. Maybe because Yvy and Jacquie are in my class for maths. LIVO LIBRARY IS SOOOO COOOOL!!! THEY HAVE FREE WIFI AND IT'S SO CLOSE TO WESTFIELDS. Da best. WEWWW. I haven't gone to westfields in so long and so many things have changed!!! IT'S SO CHRISTMAS-Y. There was a parade actually.. is it a parade? LMAO. IDK BUT THEY WERE PLAYING TRUMPETS AND SHIT. SOW EXCITING. YD SMELLS SO EFFING GOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOD. OMFGGGGGG, IT'S THE PERFECT MAN SMELL. Oh mah gad. We all just died. I want to ask them what they spray there cos... oh my gosh. IT'S UNBELIEVABLE. SO GOOD. Yay!! Can't wait to go again!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I WANT A TONED STOMACH. Omg... I think i look really bad in bikinis. LMAO. I HATE BEING FLAT. Speaking of bikinis, Dannie Riel actually exists. Omfg, she's so beautiful... it's unbelievable. She makes everyone look so common... eff. LMAO. AHHHHHHHHHHHH. I am not gay, LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish i smelt nice and dressed nice cos then i will fool people into thinking i'm hot when i'm really not. HAHAHA. I WAS THINKING, IF A GUY DRESSED NICE AND SMELT LIKE THE YD STORE, I'D BE TRICKED INTO BELIEVING THEY'RE ATTRACTIVE WHEN THEY'RE REALLY NOT. Cool discovery, right? HAHAHA. I AM A GENIUS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BOXERS ARE SO COMFY. I wear them as shorts, alright?! I'm not a boy. HAHAHA. I don't understand how guys can wear them instead of underwear... everything would just hang loose. HAHAHAHAHAHA. OK, I'LL STOP. LMAO. HI KK, BUY ME BOXERS. Thankz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I used to think it was stupid when there was shit on tumblr saying shit like 'if i say go away, don't' BUT I REALISE I DO THAT SOMETIMES TO. BAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAA. We are all umbday. Sometimes i do mean go away cos someone's being an annoying little bitch. Sometimes it's cool to see who stays, YKNOOOOOOW? THIS IS ONLY WHEN I'M SAD. I am not crazy. It's like taking the easy option by just going away cos then you don't have to comfort the person. IT'S LIKE A TEST TO SEE WHO CARES ENOUGH TO HELP. I'm bad at comforting people so i just try and make a joke... my strategy works very well, just saying. HAHA. I sound like a fag but i hope someone can relate. :'(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Omg, have you heard of this girl named Cindy? Omg, she is such a bitch. ROFLMAO. There, you needy slut. There is your mention on my blog. HAHAHAHAHAHA. 8)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Assessments are so soon. I think i'm going to cry. My motivational quotes are not working. HAHAHA.&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/406163702899418726-5800965608768765293?l=fearhasnovoice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fearhasnovoice.blogspot.com/feeds/5800965608768765293/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fearhasnovoice.blogspot.com/2011/11/please-pay-close-attention-to-220.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/406163702899418726/posts/default/5800965608768765293'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/406163702899418726/posts/default/5800965608768765293'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fearhasnovoice.blogspot.com/2011/11/please-pay-close-attention-to-220.html' title=''/><author><name>Christie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16260715974672301819</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pEdUy6L5vpY/SynTIAtiVWI/AAAAAAAAA9g/PuPMxq0vddM/S220/DSC06224.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/CgiX53hjAPc/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-406163702899418726.post-3733612994904050037</id><published>2011-11-11T22:12:00.004+11:00</published><updated>2011-11-11T22:52:39.088+11:00</updated><title type='text'>popsicles</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://media.tumblr.com/tumblr_ll6b4dvnhx1qg0y8m.png"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 250px; height: 204px;" src="http://media.tumblr.com/tumblr_ll6b4dvnhx1qg0y8m.png" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Stressed + sad + pms + Mary J. Blige = explosion t('-' )t&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know the ultimate wish thing probably doesn't exist but i don't care. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;#1 I wish i didn't give a shit.&lt;br /&gt;#2 I wish i didn't aim so high.&lt;br /&gt;#3 I wish i didn't have pms.&lt;br /&gt;#4 I wish i had bigger boobs.&lt;br /&gt;#5 I wish Dannie Riel slapped my ass but that slap cost Sophiea $15.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Anne and I hugged for the first time today. The librarian thought Julia saw a man's penis and came to her rescue (see what i did there). It's Carmen's birthday! I missed 11:11 of the 11/11/11 but then again, it's just another day. Not really, it's also Remembrance Day. Mr Hancock asked the class if they had anything large to put in Yvy and the class burst out in laughter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back to work! LOL, jk. Time to start work.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/406163702899418726-3733612994904050037?l=fearhasnovoice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fearhasnovoice.blogspot.com/feeds/3733612994904050037/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fearhasnovoice.blogspot.com/2011/11/stressed-sad-pms-mary-j.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/406163702899418726/posts/default/3733612994904050037'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/406163702899418726/posts/default/3733612994904050037'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fearhasnovoice.blogspot.com/2011/11/stressed-sad-pms-mary-j.html' title='popsicles'/><author><name>Christie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16260715974672301819</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pEdUy6L5vpY/SynTIAtiVWI/AAAAAAAAA9g/PuPMxq0vddM/S220/DSC06224.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-406163702899418726.post-3402646048808135591</id><published>2011-11-10T20:47:00.003+11:00</published><updated>2011-11-10T23:53:43.633+11:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;iframe width="540" height="315" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/Q_pnFhFjNtY" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen=""&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Margaret posted this on her tumblr and she said it was AMAZING AND INSPIRATIONAL. You know Margaret, she tends to exagerrate a little (love you) so i didn't watch it. Then i got bored and watched it... WOW. OMGSKHDFJSHFSJHFS. You can't tell in her songs but her voice is so beautiful. Omfg. SHE SOUNDS BETTER LIVE. :| Das craycray.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I reached 14000 views! Uh... yay... LOL.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I want to make friendship bracelets now cos i want to give some to all my friends, especially Vivian. c: HEHEHEHHOHHOHOHOOHOO. :O I AM GOING TO THE LIBRARY ON SATURDAY WITH JACQ AND YVY SO... i could go to spotlight or something. THIS SOUNDS LIKE A GOOD PLAN!!! Hopefully i finish catching up by then or else i am doomed to fail, dtf. HAHAHA.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I saw Julia's haircut today!!! Ah, i am so proud of her. :') I would love to help someone like that but i'm too selfish to cut my hair. :( SO, YAY ANNA, JULIA AND YING!!! :D &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Margaret is attracted to assholes, so if you are one. She is available. What she means by asshole is that he's a douche to everyone but the girl he likes, which marge hopes is her. HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA. She probably sees that as manly but... she duh craycray. I can see her marrying a white guy. Never EVER an asian. I remember when i went to the city with Julia and Margaret... they kept perving on like.. tall, white businessmen probably in their late 20's or something. Oh man............ LOL. &lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;A lot of guys have really big asses. This is not fair. I deserve a nice ass. LOL. :( They have no use for their huge butts except for accidentally knocking shit over and providing with me and Liza entertainment at peak. HEHE. LIZA IS SO RIGHT... if i were fat, Duyen would be my inspiration too. Dude, he has lost SO MUCH WEIGHT. I don't understand how... SO QUICKLY. THE RESULTS HAVE BEEN SO VISIBLE. Omgsh. CLAPS FOR DUYEN! The air conditioner broke today so everyone was fanning themselves with their homework. HAHAHA. DUYEN'S SWEAT PATCHES BEGAN TO APPEAR ON HIS BACK. The heat really got to him cos he made crazy jokes. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;People are so hard to read. You can never tell if they're just putting up an act or acting like their true selves. Why do people do that? Not cool.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;So apparently i made a typo in my last post (yes, i read my own blog HAHAHAHAHA). WHAT I MEANT TO SAY WAS... there are sometimes things i wish i didn't find out about. -sigh- This happens way too often. People should just tell me nothing. LOL. Horriballs.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I have morning class tomorrow, wah. I hate maths so freaking much. I want to drop to 2 unit. :( EFF DA WORLD&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;HAVE A GOOD NIGHT, EVERYONE!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;iframe width="540" height="315" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/9IP_XZssx0g" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen=""&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;P.S. I am still not over Liza needing to take a shit.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/406163702899418726-3402646048808135591?l=fearhasnovoice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fearhasnovoice.blogspot.com/feeds/3402646048808135591/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fearhasnovoice.blogspot.com/2011/11/margaret-posted-this-on-her-tumblr-and.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/406163702899418726/posts/default/3402646048808135591'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/406163702899418726/posts/default/3402646048808135591'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fearhasnovoice.blogspot.com/2011/11/margaret-posted-this-on-her-tumblr-and.html' title=''/><author><name>Christie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16260715974672301819</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pEdUy6L5vpY/SynTIAtiVWI/AAAAAAAAA9g/PuPMxq0vddM/S220/DSC06224.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/Q_pnFhFjNtY/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-406163702899418726.post-5562360609800399668</id><published>2011-11-09T18:54:00.002+11:00</published><updated>2011-11-10T00:05:32.785+11:00</updated><title type='text'>HAPPY BIRTHDAY, ANTHONY!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;iframe width="540" height="315" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/DpI6fcyzKsg" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen=""&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I sometimes feel like i annoy Anne a lot. Please tell me if i'm too needy. HAHAHAHAHAHA. I think i am actually cozmicpigeon's number one fan. I got REALLY excited when she told me she mentioned me on her blog. I did tell her during tutor to blog and mention me... BUT SHE ACTUALLY HAD A REASON TO MENTION ME SO WOOHOO!!! I can be quite philosophical... cos, to your surprise, i think quite a lot... maybe even too much. IT'S NOT LIKE... THINKING ABOUT SCHOOL AND SHIT BUT PONDERING ON LIFE. AHAHAHAHAHA. I am a complex soul. BAHAHAHAHA. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I wonder who reads my blog... i found about a new reader yesterday and i'm not very happy about that. I know my blog is on public and shit but like... idk, i'd prefer my friends just read my blog than random strangers. ANNE WANTED TO MAKE HER BLOG PRIVATE AND IT SEEMS LIKE A GOOD IDEA FOR ME TOO. I'm not sure about it yet though cos it can be such a hassle. I hate having to watch what i say... POINT IS, you know who you are... i don't appreciate you reading my blog. Idgaf if you think i'm a bitch. Good, no point reading a bitch's blog, right?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;If someone pisses me off, every single thing they say or do will annoy me. I HATE IT WHEN I'M HALFWAY THROUGH BLOGGING THEN SOMEONE PISSES ME OFF AND IT TOTALLY KILLS MY MOJO. So, to the annoying bitches out there... suck my massive bear cock. This applies to how i'm feeling right now btw. YOU'RE LUCKY I FORGIVE PEOPLE VERY QUICKLY. LOL. You'd all hate me if i didn't forgive ya'll or else i'd end up being a bitch 24/7.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;DEODORANT TOTALLY WORKS. HAHAHAHAHA. It's been so hot lately and I HAVE NOT NOTICED ANY SWEAT PATCHES. HALLLELUUJAAAAAAAAAH!!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I LOVE ENGLISH NOW!!! I can focus more cos the air con is on. HAHAHA. I AM A POET. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;So there's this facebook group about finding out about something that you didn't know. I didn't understand it to its full extent till today. :(&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;NO MATHS TOMORROW!!! WOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!! FEELING SO HAPPPPPPPPPPPY!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I was feeling quite depressed about maths a moment ago but just now I WROTE ALL THESE MOTIVATIONAL QUOTES ON MY WHITEBOARD NOW I'M READY TO DO WORK, WHICH IS KIND OF LATE COS IT'S ACTUALLY 12:05 RIGHT NOW. IT'S MY BROTHER'S BIRTHDAY TODAY!! :o WEWWWW. WORKWORKWORK&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/406163702899418726-5562360609800399668?l=fearhasnovoice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fearhasnovoice.blogspot.com/feeds/5562360609800399668/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fearhasnovoice.blogspot.com/2011/11/happy-birthday-anthony.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/406163702899418726/posts/default/5562360609800399668'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/406163702899418726/posts/default/5562360609800399668'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fearhasnovoice.blogspot.com/2011/11/happy-birthday-anthony.html' title='HAPPY BIRTHDAY, ANTHONY!'/><author><name>Christie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16260715974672301819</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pEdUy6L5vpY/SynTIAtiVWI/AAAAAAAAA9g/PuPMxq0vddM/S220/DSC06224.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/DpI6fcyzKsg/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-406163702899418726.post-5681512265582667250</id><published>2011-11-07T21:26:00.005+11:00</published><updated>2011-11-07T23:51:39.821+11:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://30.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lpsjut7t2b1qj5cz0o1_500.gif" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 540px; " src="http://30.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lpsjut7t2b1qj5cz0o1_500.gif" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I don't think we appreciate time enough. We're always like 'I CAN'T WAIT FOR THIS WEEK TO BE OVER!!!!!' but sometimes we forget to realise that, essentially, AT THIS VERY MOMENT WE'RE ALL DYING. LOL. So yah. EPIPHANY MUCH? AHAHAHAHAHA.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;SPEAKING OF SUDDEN REALISATIONS, i can't explain my constant mood swings. :( I DON'T EVEN HAVE MY PERIOD, oh mah gad. I am a crazy bitch.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Well, following my study timetable didn't work out so well cos i got distracted AND had a nap. Naps are so evil. I should start sleeping earlier and experience more than 2 red stages a night. AHAHAHAHA. :( Maybe this is why i'm so dumb. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;OMGSH! SOPHIEA BOUGHT ME A PACER!!! YAYYYYY!!!! She actually remembered and followed through with what she said. :'DDDDD I DIDN'T KNOW SHE WOULD ACTUALLY BUY IT!! YAYYYY!!!!!! HOW KIND. I don't even care if it's fifty cents!! YAAAAAY!!! :D YVY ALSO BOUGHT US SLURPEES THIS MORNING!!! WOOOOOO!! What a good day. ON TOP OF THAT, I GOT A GOOD PERSON FOR KK. YAY!!! I just have to decide what to get her first...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Liza keeps telling me she needs to take a shit so i think i'm going to end up living a really long time cos i usually laugh for ages after she tells me. LAUGHING PROLONGS YOUR LIFE, ALRIGHT? DON'T BE LOOKING AT ME ALL WEIRDLY LIKE I'M A FREAK. Just wait till i'm 100 and you'll be dead. WON'T BE LAUGHING ANYMORE, WILL YA? Damn hoes. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;OMG, APPARENTLY SUBWAY IS OPEN? OMGSH, I NEED TO BUY SOME COOKIES. CRAVING THEM SO BAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAD.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Bibian is so funny. HEHEHE.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I ALWAYS GIVE UP. WAH. :(&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/406163702899418726-5681512265582667250?l=fearhasnovoice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fearhasnovoice.blogspot.com/feeds/5681512265582667250/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fearhasnovoice.blogspot.com/2011/11/i-dont-think-we-appreciate-time-enough_07.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/406163702899418726/posts/default/5681512265582667250'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/406163702899418726/posts/default/5681512265582667250'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fearhasnovoice.blogspot.com/2011/11/i-dont-think-we-appreciate-time-enough_07.html' title=''/><author><name>Christie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16260715974672301819</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pEdUy6L5vpY/SynTIAtiVWI/AAAAAAAAA9g/PuPMxq0vddM/S220/DSC06224.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-406163702899418726.post-8410917246670566091</id><published>2011-11-02T22:01:00.002+11:00</published><updated>2011-11-02T23:01:38.555+11:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;iframe src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/2zY9Oa5DZj4?rel=0" allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="315" width="540"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I LOVE MUSIQ SOULCHILD. OMGSHHHHHHHHHHHHHH. Grace is full of good song recommendations today. I never knew she had this side to her. HEHEHE. :$ MUSIC CAN ACTUALLY CHANGE MY MOOD. I'm so happy right now!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went to the library today and didn't do any work, as always. HAHAHA. Okay, the only reason i wanted to blog was to talk about Julia's pencil. Julia wanted to sharpen her pencil but no one had a sharpener so she asked the librarian for one. She went to the bin and did her business. HHAKDAJDAJKHDAHSD. SHE WALKED BACK ALL UPSET THEN SHE SHOWED US THE PENCIL. IT WAS SHREDDED AND DEMOLISHED BY THE SHARPENER OF DOOM. OMGSHGFHSDFHHAHAHAHAHA!!! There was little hope for that pencil. LMAOOO. Then she tried to sharpener with scissors but she sucked so she passed it to Simon. Then somehow Simon snaps the pencil in half............. HAHAHAKJDSDAJSDAHHHAHAHAHAHAA. JULIA'S FACE WAS PRICELESS. JULIA WAS SO SAD SHE SNAPPED THE PENCIL AGAIN. The pencil was just blunt once upon a time but ended up snapped in 3 pieces. I kept a piece as a memory. HAHAHAHAHA. R.I.P. PENCIL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm beginning to really hate maths. Like, actually hate it... i can't do anything. I HATE MYSELF. EFF YOU MATHS, you're lowering my self esteem. ASDKLSADLKDAHDS. EUUUUUUUURGGGGGGGGGH. SUCK MY MASSIVE BEAR COCK. Going to the library to do maths is so bad cos i get really frustrated but i can't do anything about it so i just sit there all angry and depressed. IF I WERE AT HOME, I COULD... idk, eat? I don't know but i don't like doing maths at the library. LOL. eff you, smart bitches.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People can be such assholes. KARMA IS GOING TO GET YOU.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't feel awkward silences. I just consider it silence. HAHAHA. Maybe this is why i make everyone feel awkward. LMAO.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I WILL START MY PHYSICS PRAC AT 11. YAY!!!! Omfg, TUTORING TOMORROW. NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO. 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href='http://fearhasnovoice.blogspot.com/2011/10/blog-post_28.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/406163702899418726/posts/default/6024534567220613827'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/406163702899418726/posts/default/6024534567220613827'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fearhasnovoice.blogspot.com/2011/10/blog-post_28.html' title=''/><author><name>Christie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16260715974672301819</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pEdUy6L5vpY/SynTIAtiVWI/AAAAAAAAA9g/PuPMxq0vddM/S220/DSC06224.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/Nu9RVPTpDyA/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-406163702899418726.post-555477777981684711</id><published>2011-10-27T21:50:00.004+11:00</published><updated>2011-10-27T22:33:22.426+11:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;iframe src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/dfHh-xk7-bk?rel=0" allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="315" width="540"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'VE BEEN COMPARING MYSELF TO OTHER PEOPLE AGAIN SO NOW I'M SAD. It's just sad knowing that there will always someone better than you, smarter than you, funnier than you, better looking than you, nicer than you. :( I always feel sorry for myself... why must you judge? HAHAHAHAHAHAHA. Yah, idk. Then again, there's always someone that is worser off than you so i guess i can't complain? IDGAF, suck mah balls everyone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's a scary feeling that everything we do now counts and most of what we're learning is gonna be in our hsc exam. Yet i still mess around and shit like it means nothing. LOL. Bad habits die hard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think i underestimate myself a lot which might be the reason why i give up so easily.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was reading on tumblr (this is the only reading i do HAHAHA) and omgsh, people come up with shit i can relate to. I'M QUITE SURPRISED. I THINK I'VE SAID THIS BEFORE BUT I WISH I HAD SOMEONE I COULD JUST TALK TO ANYTIME I WANTED. Someone i could tell all my secrets to, someone who will just listen and i wouldn't have to be afraid of being judged. :( This someone sounds like a mythical creature or at least a robot. HAHAHAHAHA. I AM BAD AT EXPLAINING THINGS, OK? BUT I HOPE YA'LL GET MEH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This got me to thinking.... I REALLY MISS MICHELLE. :( I can honestly say that half of the people i'm friends with i will definitely drift away from when we're done with high school. Idk, you can just tell. LOL. MICHELLE AND I WILL BE BEST FRIENDS 5EVA. But srsly, i could go without seeing her for months and our friendship would be as strong as ever. Then there's people i see almost everyday and i still feel awkward around them. LOL. SO WEIRD, HUH?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I might end up dropping out of the hat dance cos i'm too unco. LMAO. I CAN IMAGINE MYSELF DROPPING THE HAT AND EVERYONE LAUGHING. Omgsh, how embarrassing. Omfg, i have to wear that ao ba ba thing. I might as well wear my pyjamas. ROFLMAO.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My blog is so repetitive, even saying it's repetitive is repetitive... eurgh. Lets end this shitty post on a happier note.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/5JAis-ATxnc?rel=0" allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="315" width="540"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;** HAS ANYONE EATEN TOMATO FLAVOURED NOODLES BEFORE???? EVER???? I will find someone that has.&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/406163702899418726-555477777981684711?l=fearhasnovoice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fearhasnovoice.blogspot.com/feeds/555477777981684711/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fearhasnovoice.blogspot.com/2011/10/ive-been-comparing-myself-to-other.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/406163702899418726/posts/default/555477777981684711'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/406163702899418726/posts/default/555477777981684711'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fearhasnovoice.blogspot.com/2011/10/ive-been-comparing-myself-to-other.html' title=''/><author><name>Christie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16260715974672301819</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pEdUy6L5vpY/SynTIAtiVWI/AAAAAAAAA9g/PuPMxq0vddM/S220/DSC06224.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/dfHh-xk7-bk/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-406163702899418726.post-6159874087021574778</id><published>2011-10-24T19:05:00.003+11:00</published><updated>2011-10-24T20:44:29.437+11:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;iframe src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/7gDuZCtClsQ?rel=0" allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="315" width="540"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;SO, I WAS TOLD TODAY I CAN'T GET LIPS LIKE DUONG ON MY JACKET COS LIPS APPARENTLY SOUNDS SEXUAL. Uh, i don't get it... it's like she's trying to think really hard to make something dirty out of it. LOL, she better explain to me tomorrow and if it's what i think, then it's gonna be awkward. The only sexual thing i can think of is vag lips. HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA.. why would i compare to my vagina like sugar? Idk man, that woman is sick. Lisa can't get lisadoesntlai cos lai sounds like 'lay' which is also sexual.... UH. She is messed UPPPPPPPPPPPPPP. Seriously, we didn't even have bad intentions... WE'RE INNOCENT PEOPLE. :( I'm gonna be quite sad if i end up with dugong...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I survived the day without sweat patches.. well, visible sweat patches. HAHA. I remember one really hot summer day where we had to run for the train and when we got to the train, Kokkinis was covered in sweat. We went to sit down and she wouldn't take off her bag.. there was a reason for that. HAHAHAHAHA. THOSE WERE THE DAYS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some people in my group want to go trick or treating and then watch Paranormal Activity 3. I wouldn't mind watching it... like, i've never watched an actual scary movie before cos i'm a pussy but there's always that temptation, yknow? I kinda don't wanna go cos i wanna stay home and do mah homeworkz + i'm too lazy to dress up. ROFLMAO. Mostly cos i'm too lazy. EFF DAT. SOZ.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm eating the lettuce we harvested today. 8) It doesn't taste very nice atm cos i put too much soy sauce. HAHAHA. MY MUM APPROVES OF THE LETTUCE. Dat qt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FROZEN BERRIES ARE SO NICE TO EAT ON A HOT DAY. OMGSH. AT JUICE, OMGSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSH. I really like apple juice and pineapples. Omg, i'm having cravings now. HAHAHA. I am always up for cake. Omgshsfkdjfslj.f.fdsfksldkfdf.sd&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MY WORST SUBJECT RIGHT NOW IS PROBABLY MATHS. Omgsh, it's so hard to catch up on cos if you didn't do your homework then you're doomed. :( Waaaaah, i'm gonna go do my maffs hw now. :( SUCK MY PIXIE DICK.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2 BROKE GIRLS COMES OUT TOMORROW AND I CAN'T WATCH TILL FRIDAY. Omg, i hope i can do this. PROJECT RUNWAY IS ALREADY OUT THEN RINGER... OMG... i can't handle this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TIME TO DO MY HOMEWORK AND READ THAT SELF HELP BOOK MARGARET GAVE ME... 'positive and practical ways to overcome stress, negative emotions and self defeating behaviour using CBT' OMG, this sounds like the book for me.&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/406163702899418726-6159874087021574778?l=fearhasnovoice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fearhasnovoice.blogspot.com/feeds/6159874087021574778/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fearhasnovoice.blogspot.com/2011/10/so-i-was-told-today-i-cant-get-lips.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/406163702899418726/posts/default/6159874087021574778'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/406163702899418726/posts/default/6159874087021574778'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fearhasnovoice.blogspot.com/2011/10/so-i-was-told-today-i-cant-get-lips.html' title=''/><author><name>Christie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16260715974672301819</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pEdUy6L5vpY/SynTIAtiVWI/AAAAAAAAA9g/PuPMxq0vddM/S220/DSC06224.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/7gDuZCtClsQ/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-406163702899418726.post-2271512134311536410</id><published>2011-10-23T11:28:00.002+11:00</published><updated>2011-10-23T12:13:10.677+11:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://28.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lt9fkr6IoO1qbc7czo1_250.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 245px; height: 200px;" src="http://28.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lt9fkr6IoO1qbc7czo1_250.gif" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://26.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lt9fkr6IoO1qbc7czo2_250.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 245px; height: 200px;" src="http://26.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lt9fkr6IoO1qbc7czo2_250.gif" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://26.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lt9fkr6IoO1qbc7czo3_250.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 245px; height: 200px;" src="http://26.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lt9fkr6IoO1qbc7czo3_250.gif" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://24.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lt9fkr6IoO1qbc7czo4_r1_250.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 245px; height: 200px;" src="http://24.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lt9fkr6IoO1qbc7czo4_r1_250.gif" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://29.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lt9fkr6IoO1qbc7czo5_250.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 245px; height: 200px;" src="http://29.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lt9fkr6IoO1qbc7czo5_250.gif" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://24.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lt9fkr6IoO1qbc7czo6_250.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 245px; height: 200px;" src="http://24.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lt9fkr6IoO1qbc7czo6_250.gif" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://27.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lt9fkr6IoO1qbc7czo7_250.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 245px; height: 200px;" src="http://27.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lt9fkr6IoO1qbc7czo7_250.gif" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://27.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lt9fkr6IoO1qbc7czo8_250.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 245px; height: 200px;" src="http://27.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lt9fkr6IoO1qbc7czo8_250.gif" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I overreact way too much, especially yesterday. I'm sorry. :( From now on, i'll just keep my feelings to myself so i don't have to feel embarrassed later on, LIKE NOW. SO EMBARRASSING. Shit, i am in desperate need of a diary. LMAO. MAYBE I'LL BUY ON AT MORNING GLORY TODAY. HAHAHAHAHA. 8) Don't judge moi. I can just imagine myself reading it in 5 years and thinking 'wow, i was a stupid kid.' HAHAHAHAHAHA. OMGSHHH, IT'LL BE LIKE IN THE MOVIES WHERE THE PERSON IS MOVING OUT OF THEIR HOUSE AND THEY FIND THEIR OLD DIARY. WHEN THEY READ IT, MEMORIES COME FLOODING BACK AND OMGSH. YAYAYAYA! I want a diary now. I'd probably continue to rage on twitter. HAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate it when i'm sad and no one is around to talk to. :( I wish there was just someone there i could talk to at any time of the day. LOL. OMGSH, NEXT TIME I SHOULD TALK TO CLEVERBOT. HAHAHAHAHA. 8) I love it when people ask me if i'm okay cos it shows they care. SO THANK YOU!!!! They know who they are. :) HEHEHEHAHHAEHHEHEHEHAHAHEHE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What are the worst things you can say to me? OMGSH, THERE ARE SO MANY THINGS I GET PISSED AT. LMAO. I hate being called a liar, cos it shows people don't trust me. I hate being called shallow... OH, IF ONLY YOU KNEW. LMAOOOOOOOO. I hate being called mean. Suck it up, princess. HAAHAHAHAAHHAHA. Idk, i just really don't like being called mean cos usually the people who say that to me are mean themselves but i don't say anything cos i don't wanna hurt their feelings. Like, of course i'd want to say that they are so that they won't do it again but i feel bad. LOL. I'm not as much of a bitch as everyone thinks, ok.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When i pms, i do the best blogs. I full rage and shit. BAHAHAHAAHHAAHAHA. I know you all love drama.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ANYWAY, ENOUGH WITH THIS STUPID SHIT. This sounds like me. HEHEHE. I remember Lisa linking me to a personality quiz then i wouldn't stop doing them and i got really weird results. I'm not narcisstic, am i? :( WELL, THE THING BELOW KINDA SOUNDS LIKE ME. Srsly. LMAO.  Special bond with children.. MUAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;ISFPs generally have the following traits:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;ul style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;li&gt;    Keen awareness of their environment&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;    Live in the present moment&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;    Enjoy a slower pace - they like to take time to savor the present moment&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;    Dislike dealing with theory or abstract thought, unless they see a practical application&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;    Faithful and loyal to people and ideas which are important to them&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;    Individualistic, having no desire to lead or follow&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;    Take things seriously, although they frequently appear not to&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;    Special bond with children and animals&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;    Quiet and reserved, except with people they know extremely well&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;    Trusting, sensitive, and kind&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;    Service-oriented; they're driven to help others&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;    Extremely well-developed appreciation for aesthetic beauty&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;    Likely to be original and unconventional&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;    Learn best with hands-on training&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;    Hate being confined to strict schedules and regimens&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;    Need space and freedom to do things their own way&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;    Dislike mundane, routine tasks, but will perform them if necessary &lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;Omgsh, i don't think i could ever be a pediatrician cos i would probably go home crying everyday. :( Just too sad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I WAS IMBD AND I CAME ACROSS THIS LIST OF DISTURBING FILMS. Omgsh, i want to watch zem all. Not really, just one. I WANT TO WATCH SOME MOVIES BUT I THINK MY HARDDRIVE BROKE. HAHAHAHA. Shit. :(&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/406163702899418726-2271512134311536410?l=fearhasnovoice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fearhasnovoice.blogspot.com/feeds/2271512134311536410/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fearhasnovoice.blogspot.com/2011/10/i-overreact-way-too-much-especially.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/406163702899418726/posts/default/2271512134311536410'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/406163702899418726/posts/default/2271512134311536410'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fearhasnovoice.blogspot.com/2011/10/i-overreact-way-too-much-especially.html' title=''/><author><name>Christie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16260715974672301819</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pEdUy6L5vpY/SynTIAtiVWI/AAAAAAAAA9g/PuPMxq0vddM/S220/DSC06224.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-406163702899418726.post-1025382753308156619</id><published>2011-10-22T23:14:00.002+11:00</published><updated>2011-10-22T23:16:38.903+11:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;iframe src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/GRXQz1HQQPM?rel=0" allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="315" width="540"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:180%;"&gt;o m g, i am melting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;It's probably cos it's hot right now but whatever. HAHAHAHAHAHA.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/406163702899418726-1025382753308156619?l=fearhasnovoice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fearhasnovoice.blogspot.com/feeds/1025382753308156619/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fearhasnovoice.blogspot.com/2011/10/o-m-g-i-am-melting.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/406163702899418726/posts/default/1025382753308156619'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/406163702899418726/posts/default/1025382753308156619'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fearhasnovoice.blogspot.com/2011/10/o-m-g-i-am-melting.html' title=''/><author><name>Christie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16260715974672301819</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pEdUy6L5vpY/SynTIAtiVWI/AAAAAAAAA9g/PuPMxq0vddM/S220/DSC06224.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/GRXQz1HQQPM/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-406163702899418726.post-4157938092299727414</id><published>2011-10-22T16:23:00.004+11:00</published><updated>2011-10-22T17:50:18.388+11:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://27.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lte2i6ek0a1qbc7czo1_500.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 540px; height: 278px;" src="http://27.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lte2i6ek0a1qbc7czo1_500.gif" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Me yesterday... HAHAHAHAHAHA. I LOVE KAT DENNINGS. Shit, she is funny. I'm going on a tv show ban... well, restriction and i'm gonna do it this time. :(((((((((( I WATCHED 4 HOURS WORTH OF RINGER ON THURSDAY. HOLY SHIT. LMAO. :( Jersey Shore and Project Runway pretty much finished so i only have Ringer and 2 Broke Girls to watch now! TOGETHER, THEY MAKE AN HOUR. I'll only watch shows on Friday. I don't know if i can control myself. LOL. Vanessa better not talk to me about how good the latest episodes are when they come out or i might crack. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Julia, Liza and I have the same true love. HAHAHAHAHSJDAHAAHA. The 10 questions game is dumb but idk, it's so fun to play. LOL. I LOVE PLAYING GAMES. HOW DO I GOOGLE FOR GAMES LIKE THIS?? AHAHAHA. OMG. I haven't played gay chicken in so long. I don't think people like playing with me cos i'm just too gay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was waiting for my dad to pick me up from the library and i overheard this guy explaining to this year 12 girl what congruent meant. OH SWEET BABY JEEBUS. KJLFDKSJFSDKJFSLFS. Oh em gee. I also found out that my cousin is 24 meaning he has been in uni for 6 years. Holy shit. LMAO. But he works at the same time so yah. THAT'S AGEESSSS, HOLY BALLS. SOME PEOPLE PLAN TO BE MARRIED BY THEN. Time goes by so quickly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life is too short to be unhappy. :( Margaret is so right about comparing yourself to others. OMGSH, I ALWAYS FEEL SO SHIT WHEN I COMPARE MYSELF TO OTHERS. Damn Margarie, you so smartz. Idk, i kinda do it subconsciously even when i don't want to. LOL. Ah, i want to talk to Margaret now but i think she's at tutoring. :( She suggested for me to read this self help book. BAHAHAHAHAHA. I think it has everything i need, like controlling anger. HAHAHA. Oh, you know me so well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've realised that i've said that i really don't like people that  complain too much, especially about stupid shit, but i have also noticed  i can be quite annoying myself. NOT SURPRISINGLY, I GOT MY PERIODS  TODAY. IT EXPLAINS THAT EMOTIONAL EXPLOSION I HAD YESTERDAY. I think i  should quit telling people when i'm mad cos that feeling goes away so  quickly that they'll think i'm still mad at them when i'm not anymore.  LOL. Soz for being such a hypocrite.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't think i'm going to keep art anymore cos i don't really have any interest in it besides the pracs. LOL. Like, i like some movements but i know i'll be lazy about art and not commited so yah. :s I can just be artistic in my spare time. 8) HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OMGSH, I WANT TO MAKE SOME SKIRTS. Short, flowy ones. HEHE. I think maxi skirts make me look fat. ROFLMAO. MY MUM BOUGHT A PLEATED MAXI SKIRT AND I TRIED IT ON... OMG, i'm just gonna leave it to the supermodels cos i look like a pregnant bitch in it. HAHAHA. HOW EMBARRASSING. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;iframe src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/I-dCkEa4rGU?rel=0" allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="315" width="540"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, this game looks fun... HAHASHAHHAHHAHASKJDHAKJDHAJDASHJAH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I like being trusted with a secret, hehehe.&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/406163702899418726-4157938092299727414?l=fearhasnovoice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fearhasnovoice.blogspot.com/feeds/4157938092299727414/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fearhasnovoice.blogspot.com/2011/10/me-yesterday.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/406163702899418726/posts/default/4157938092299727414'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/406163702899418726/posts/default/4157938092299727414'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fearhasnovoice.blogspot.com/2011/10/me-yesterday.html' title=''/><author><name>Christie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16260715974672301819</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pEdUy6L5vpY/SynTIAtiVWI/AAAAAAAAA9g/PuPMxq0vddM/S220/DSC06224.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/I-dCkEa4rGU/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-406163702899418726.post-849745625172551662</id><published>2011-10-18T22:01:00.002+11:00</published><updated>2011-10-18T22:33:18.869+11:00</updated><title type='text'>HAPPY BIRTHDAY, TRACEDASMELL!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://25.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lswi08nukB1qbc7czo1_250.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 251px; height: 185px;" src="http://25.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lswi08nukB1qbc7czo1_250.gif" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://27.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lswi08nukB1qbc7czo2_250.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 245px; height: 185px;" src="http://27.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lswi08nukB1qbc7czo2_250.gif" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://28.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lswi08nukB1qbc7czo3_250.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 245px; height: 186px;" src="http://28.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lswi08nukB1qbc7czo3_250.gif" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://28.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lswi08nukB1qbc7czo4_250.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 251px; height: 187px;" src="http://28.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lswi08nukB1qbc7czo4_250.gif" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://24.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lswi08nukB1qbc7czo5_250.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 248px; height: 187px;" src="http://24.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lswi08nukB1qbc7czo5_250.gif" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://29.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lswi08nukB1qbc7czo6_250.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 248px; height: 187px;" src="http://29.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lswi08nukB1qbc7czo6_250.gif" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Hello. I did not get food poisoning from Julia's cake. I am a survivor. HAHAHA, just kidding. It was really nice. :$ I have tried making cake and it always tastes like shit so... GOOD JOB, JULIA! :) Apparently our group is doing some indian dance? HAHA. Does that mean we're out of the vietnamese dance? :( Oh well. I'm too unco to do anything so i guess it's just better for everyone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Omgsh, I HAD AN EPIPHANY AT 1 AM THIS MORNING. It was mind blowing. HAHAHAHAHAHAHA. Nah, not really. I was just really sad then i began thinking too much then bam! AN EPIPHANY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since i have pms, i have a lot of shit to complain about. LMAO. Funnily enough, i wanted to rant about people who complain too much. I know i complain a lot but i try to keep that shit to myself so i don't annoy everyone else. Some people don't do that and i have to endure their shit. I hate faking a smile, it feels so weird. LOL. :( The things you gotta do to avoid hurting people's feelings. At least i'm considerate, okay?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I always complain about the same thing but I DON'T CARE. People who force me to listen to them talk and talk and talk about shit i don't even care about... get out. Those are the people that never listen to me. It's pretty much a one sided conversation.... What kind of friend are you? I could easily be like 'ok, bye' but i don't. If i did that to them, they'd be sad, right? I'd rather see my friend happy than sad. However, it's not the same the other way around. Sometimes i feel like i'm taken for granted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really don't like it when people tell me what to do in a rude way, like 'DO THIS FOR ME.' Does that mean they think they're superior to me? lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, i feel better now. You can just disregard everything i just said. LMAO. Bye.&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/406163702899418726-849745625172551662?l=fearhasnovoice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fearhasnovoice.blogspot.com/feeds/849745625172551662/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fearhasnovoice.blogspot.com/2011/10/happy-birthday-tracedasmell.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/406163702899418726/posts/default/849745625172551662'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/406163702899418726/posts/default/849745625172551662'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fearhasnovoice.blogspot.com/2011/10/happy-birthday-tracedasmell.html' title='HAPPY BIRTHDAY, TRACEDASMELL!'/><author><name>Christie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16260715974672301819</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pEdUy6L5vpY/SynTIAtiVWI/AAAAAAAAA9g/PuPMxq0vddM/S220/DSC06224.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-406163702899418726.post-1207285442543458276</id><published>2011-10-17T20:57:00.003+11:00</published><updated>2011-10-18T00:10:47.703+11:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://30.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lt4hc1Nwlu1qej93ko1_250.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 245px; height: 170px;" src="http://30.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lt4hc1Nwlu1qej93ko1_250.gif" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://30.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lt4hc1Nwlu1qej93ko2_250.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 245px; height: 170px;" src="http://30.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lt4hc1Nwlu1qej93ko2_250.gif" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://29.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lt4hc1Nwlu1qej93ko3_r1_250.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 245px; height: 170px;" src="http://29.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lt4hc1Nwlu1qej93ko3_r1_250.gif" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://24.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lt4hc1Nwlu1qej93ko4_r1_250.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 245px; height: 170px;" src="http://24.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lt4hc1Nwlu1qej93ko4_r1_250.gif" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://28.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lt4hc1Nwlu1qej93ko5_r1_250.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 245px; height: 170px;" src="http://28.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lt4hc1Nwlu1qej93ko5_r1_250.gif" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://28.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lt4hc1Nwlu1qej93ko6_r1_250.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 245px; height: 170px;" src="http://28.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lt4hc1Nwlu1qej93ko6_r1_250.gif" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Reblogged this off Anne! I just want to say that BEYONCE IS THE  QUEEN! She is the symbol of POWER AND SEX.  I aspire to be like her. She  is definitely my role model and my inspiration. However, instead of  taking into the music industry im taking POWER AND SEX into the commerce  industry ! HELL YEAH ! LET ME HEAR YOU SAY HELLL YEAHHH!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Shit, Margaret is so funny and it unfreakingbelievable. LMAO.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have barely anything on my to do list today so i decided to take a nap after school but i ended up waking up 7 so i wasted so much time. Damn it. LOL. I ALWAYS FEEL SO GROSS AFTER A NAP. I DON'T KNOW WHY. MAYBE IT'S JUST ME. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mr Hancock actually teaches now. THIS IS SUCH A RELIEF. LOL. I think he's actually pretty good. HEHE. Omg, everyone's so smart and i feel really intimidated. Like, you look around the room and all you think is 'I DEFINITELY DON'T BELONG HERE.' Oh well, i can just leech off their answers. HAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's so hard to pay attention in physics cos i have perfect view of Michael Dinh. HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA. I sound like a creep but i always stare at him and end up laughing. He's so mysterious and evil. HOWEVER, IT'S NO LONGER FUN AND GAMES WHEN HE CATCHES YOU COS HE DOES KINDA AN EVIL, PEDO FACE. Anyway, I drew a small penis on Summerscales' arm today and coincidentally enough it was yellow. Then Vanessa slapped me for representing my people poorly. Speaking of penis, Julia says she loves chinese sausage.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YAY!!!! VIVIAN TEXTED ME RANDOMLY OUT OF NOWHERE TODAY AND IT WAS PROBABLY 2 TEXTS WORTH. Omg, such a good text to wake up to. HEHEHE. It turns out she just wanted to get rid of her credit. DAMN BITCH. OMGSH, SHE WANTS TO EAT CREPES. FINALLY SOMEONE WHO WANTS TO EAT CREPES WITH ME. :D :D :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I FEEL SO FREEEEEEEEE COS I DON'T HAVE TUTOR HOMEWORK TO DO. HEHEHEHEHE. My plan is working very well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://29.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lschjhrsdK1qf4pqfo1_500.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 540px; height: 270px;" src="http://29.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lschjhrsdK1qf4pqfo1_500.gif" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;SHIT, PHARREL IS HOT. LOL. Oh mah gad.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/406163702899418726-1207285442543458276?l=fearhasnovoice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fearhasnovoice.blogspot.com/feeds/1207285442543458276/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fearhasnovoice.blogspot.com/2011/10/reblogged-this-off-anne-i-just-want-to.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/406163702899418726/posts/default/1207285442543458276'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/406163702899418726/posts/default/1207285442543458276'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fearhasnovoice.blogspot.com/2011/10/reblogged-this-off-anne-i-just-want-to.html' title=''/><author><name>Christie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16260715974672301819</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pEdUy6L5vpY/SynTIAtiVWI/AAAAAAAAA9g/PuPMxq0vddM/S220/DSC06224.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-406163702899418726.post-729383476345146665</id><published>2011-10-15T18:35:00.004+11:00</published><updated>2011-10-15T20:19:13.174+11:00</updated><title type='text'>THE DODO'S DEBUT</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://30.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lszttiCovR1r1v438o1_500.png"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 500px; height: 554px;" src="http://30.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lszttiCovR1r1v438o1_500.png" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I feel like all my life consists of is being bored on the internet and doing homework.. LMAO. If you were to ask me what i'm doing, i'm doing either one of those. LOL. I have a feeling my life is only go downwards from here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I LOVE MY WHITEBOARD. I full write shit on there and i actually cross things off my to do list so yay. :'D Like many people, i really love writing to do lists... but whenever i did write to do lists i would NEVER cross anything off. THAT'S JUST HOW PRODUCTIVE I AM. WOOTWOOT&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Peak on Thursday was so intense. The teacher was going so fast and i was prepared to smash my head into the wall cos i'm too dumb to process information that quickly. At the rate we're going, i might end up changing classes. HAHAHAHA. I really want to sit in the front next week... lets hope that guy doesn't sit with us again... Maybe he was the reason why i couldn't focus. I'm already slow and to have the sound of that annoying cunt near me just made things worse. SDFSDJFSDKJSFFDSSSJJAHSHSADJHDAJSHDSA. Oh yeah, i am the kind to be able to admit to my faults but i hate the kind of people that like to point them out in a way where they think they're better than me. I really can't stand that. LUCKILY FOR THE WORLD, i don't stay angry for long cos it's so time consuming to hate on people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went to the library today! I didn't get much work done, as always. I CAME UP WITH AN IDEA. I should make Saturday my DO-ALL-MY-TUTOR-HOMEWORK DAY. Someone help me with physics, pls. I want to cry at the sight of it. I hate not understanding stuff cos if everyone gets it, why not me? What is the difference between me and them?! :( Sow sad. SHUCK DA WORLD. HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm still deciding on what subject to drop. I don't really like the idea i came up with Mrs Coombes for my body of work. LOL. FOR SOME STRANGE REASON, I THINK IT'LL END UP LOOKING LIKE SHIT. I think our grade is gonna be really good!!!! LIKE, EVERYONE IS SO CREATIVE AND TALENTED!!! It will definitely be better than what i've seen in the past few years!!! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had to do a prac yesterday during physics but we didn't do shit. I only remember ever doing one prac properly and we didn't even have to write anything about it... LOL. GOOD ONE GUYS. We only mucked around yesterday and i regret it. :( Oh well, it was funny seeing Kenny have 'BIG DIEP' taped to his back and Mr Trotter and Martin touch themselves. HAHAHAHAHA.  Sow paranoid, sow silly. LMAO. There was a really funny moment that i missed out on... I TURNED AROUND AT THE WRONG TIME AND EVERYONE STARTED LAUGHING. :( :( :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2 BROKE GIRLS IS THE BEST SHOW EVER AND I RECOMMEND EVERYONE WATCH IT. It has quickly become my new favourite show. Seriously, you'll be laughing at every minute of it. I LOOOOOVE ITTTTTTTT. Project Runway is also a good show but i think it's being uploaded now. IT'S THE FINALE. YAAAAAY!!! I'm gonna watch Project Runway and do my tutor hw now!!! YIPEEEEE! :D :D :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://30.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lphnxzVFbr1qbypelo1_250.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 234px; height: 193px;" src="http://30.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lphnxzVFbr1qbypelo1_250.gif" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;HAVE A GOOD WEEKEND EVERYONE.&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/406163702899418726-729383476345146665?l=fearhasnovoice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fearhasnovoice.blogspot.com/feeds/729383476345146665/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fearhasnovoice.blogspot.com/2011/10/dodos-debut.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/406163702899418726/posts/default/729383476345146665'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/406163702899418726/posts/default/729383476345146665'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fearhasnovoice.blogspot.com/2011/10/dodos-debut.html' title='THE DODO&apos;S DEBUT'/><author><name>Christie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16260715974672301819</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pEdUy6L5vpY/SynTIAtiVWI/AAAAAAAAA9g/PuPMxq0vddM/S220/DSC06224.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-406163702899418726.post-5040267806999365611</id><published>2011-10-10T19:21:00.003+11:00</published><updated>2011-10-10T20:06:24.111+11:00</updated><title type='text'>HAPPY BIRTHDAY, MARGARINE!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://28.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lrmkvgwwcQ1r2h9bro1_250.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 135px;" src="http://28.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lrmkvgwwcQ1r2h9bro1_250.gif" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://26.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lrmkvgwwcQ1r2h9bro2_250.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 269px; height: 134px;" src="http://26.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lrmkvgwwcQ1r2h9bro2_250.gif" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://30.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lrmkvgwwcQ1r2h9bro3_250.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 272px; height: 134px;" src="http://30.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lrmkvgwwcQ1r2h9bro3_250.gif" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://29.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lrmkvgwwcQ1r2h9bro4_250.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 264px; height: 133px;" src="http://29.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lrmkvgwwcQ1r2h9bro4_250.gif" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I'm so glad to be back at school, despite having to wake up 3 hours earlier than i usually do and face year 12. OH MAH GAD. Tbh, it doesn't feel like year 12... just feels like school. I don't know how i ended going to sleep at 2 this morning cos i was in bed by 11:30. :( THEN I DECIDED TO SKIP OFFLINE! Not like i missed out on much anyway!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I WAS BOMBARDED WITH EXAM MARKS TODAY. :( THEY WERE ALL BETTER THAN WHAT I EXPECTED BUT YOU MUST KNOW THAT MY EXPECTATIONS ARE VERY LOW. :$ Ah, i think everyone full raised my hopes up for maths cos i don't know if it was 64% or 64/80 but 64% sounds more realistic... LOL. THESE BITCHES. HAHAHAHA. :( Oh wellz. I was actually thinking of keeping eco!!! Mr Gippel makes it seem so interesting... LOL. I have a feeling he still remembers me cos i'm that dumb... but hopefully he just remembers the smart ones. LOL. I can't do 13 units cos only 10 units would count so I WOULD HAVE TO DROP ART!?!?!?!! Oh balls. :( WHAT TO DOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I did okay in english... to some, they may think i've done well but in comparison to everyone else i've done okay... :( JENNY AND JACQUELINE DID SO WELLL!!!!!! YAYAYAYAYA!!!!!! THANKS FOR IMPROVING OUR BACK ROW'S REPUTATION!!! That reminds me... Hancock was reading out the feedback sheet and he said some of us shouldn't have shortened homosuburbiensis to 'homo'. He looked at our row and i thought 'what dumb ass did that?! HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHA.' Then i looked down to my paper and realised it was me.... HAHAHAHSDJAKJDHAKHDJAHAAHAHAHA. Whoops. I WENT UP 50 RANKS!!! Ah... my speech brought me down so badly... if i got 10 instead of 7 i might've been 27 like Jacquie... being in the 20's sounds so much nicer. OH WELL, IT ALL RESETS SO IT DOESN'T MATTER. WOOTWOOT&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, i was trying to draw collarbones and i haven't finished yet. I'm so tempted to just not do any of my homework and draw. LOL. :( OH DA SAD LIFE I LIVE. I stuck it up on my whiteboard.. YAY!!! I LIKE MY WHITEBOARD BUT I WISH I KNEW WHAT TO WRITE ON IT... it looks quite depressing atm. I full organised my study space!! IT'S SO BEAUTIFUL... not really. IT'S COS OF MY BLUE AND RED FOLDERS. They look so cute lined up together. :$&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY, MARGARET! I couldn't write her a long birthday message cos i was on my phone. :( SO I'LL WRITE A LONG ASS MESSAGE HERE. OH HO HO HO. You have the best blog ever, seriously. I always end up in tears.. it's even funnier than Anne's and i used to think Anne's blog was the best ever. SORRY ANNE. HAHAHAHAHAHAHA. You're always there for me when i need you but i know you'd sacrifice me if we were in a horror movie, cos you've told me yourself that you're a little pussy. LOL. I love your eyebrows and how we can talk about pretty much anything. HEHEHEHE. I really admire how much you care for your family. :$ I am sad that you didn't invite me to your birthday bbq though. I'm pretty much family!!! HAHAHAHA, jk. I have a really bad problem with paragraphing but since this is no english essay, i don't give a shit. LOL. Anyway, you have so much going for you, you're beautiful, smart and one funny bitch which will take you far in life. :$ This is getting all sappy and faggy... ROFLMAO. I HATE YOU AND HAPPY BIRTHDAY, BITTTTTTTTCCCCCCCCCCCCCCCCCH!!!!!!&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/406163702899418726-5040267806999365611?l=fearhasnovoice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fearhasnovoice.blogspot.com/feeds/5040267806999365611/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fearhasnovoice.blogspot.com/2011/10/happy-birthday-margarine.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/406163702899418726/posts/default/5040267806999365611'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/406163702899418726/posts/default/5040267806999365611'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fearhasnovoice.blogspot.com/2011/10/happy-birthday-margarine.html' title='HAPPY BIRTHDAY, MARGARINE!'/><author><name>Christie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16260715974672301819</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pEdUy6L5vpY/SynTIAtiVWI/AAAAAAAAA9g/PuPMxq0vddM/S220/DSC06224.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-406163702899418726.post-288845144010610738</id><published>2011-10-09T21:44:00.006+11:00</published><updated>2011-10-09T22:01:21.624+11:00</updated><title type='text'>Quotes from Marge's blog</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;- &lt;/span&gt;Well then, i start to imagine myself as a korean idol and then i really want to live in korea then i get all soppy and depressed cause im not in korea, then i think about how there life is soo tough cause you get scounted and then have to train for many years before you debut and you rarely see your family… then i think about not seeing my fammily then i get sad and think that being a korean idol is really bad but then its would be soo nice cause i get to date a korean star but yeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;- &lt;/span&gt;I felt soo selfconscious and scared that he was some animal activist and might follow me home and bash me. STOP LOOKING! ITS A BLOODY MARINATED DUCK YOU IDIOT!?!?!?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;-&lt;/span&gt; IT JUST FEELS LIKE IM RUBBING WATER ON MYSELF, no creamy satisfaction :(.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;- &lt;/span&gt;::))) ( FOUR EYES)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;- &lt;/span&gt;I have hooded lids. And in 99.99999% of photos i look like im about to kill someone!!! the other.00000011 is because my eyes are too small and im not looking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;- &lt;/span&gt;Ok, i have just come to the conclusion after looking back at all my Facebook photos that i really am a BLACK CHILD!! ... And the other thing is, im not just dark im like reddish black which makes you ten times blacker than if you were yellow black. OHMIIGOT!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;- &lt;/span&gt;I love my Lipton black tea. I never actually knew it was black tea until wendy told me she liked it and i was like WTF? BLACK TEA??? Then i went home and realised i drink black tea too. Yeah .. what a weird name. Seriously, if you want to sell it needs to be called FRENCH VANILLA or some random gibberish like ujjuejd&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/406163702899418726-288845144010610738?l=fearhasnovoice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fearhasnovoice.blogspot.com/feeds/288845144010610738/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fearhasnovoice.blogspot.com/2011/10/quotes-from-marges-blog.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/406163702899418726/posts/default/288845144010610738'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/406163702899418726/posts/default/288845144010610738'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fearhasnovoice.blogspot.com/2011/10/quotes-from-marges-blog.html' title='Quotes from Marge&apos;s blog'/><author><name>Christie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16260715974672301819</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pEdUy6L5vpY/SynTIAtiVWI/AAAAAAAAA9g/PuPMxq0vddM/S220/DSC06224.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-406163702899418726.post-7748060256306835147</id><published>2011-10-08T21:32:00.002+11:00</published><updated>2011-10-08T22:20:55.279+11:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lgib74HcmK1qbko7b.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 359px; height: 311px;" src="http://media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lgib74HcmK1qbko7b.gif" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The  past few days have been so shit. LOL. So pretty much i wake up at 10  every morning, get out of bed to brush my teeth and eat breakfast. Then i  go back to bed and watch tv. LMAO, i eventually fall asleep at around 2  and wake up at 4 then do nothing. The life of a fat shit... seriously. I  have been watching The Doctors lately and i've learnt a few things. I  think my metabolism is pretty good at this point in my life but  apparently as you get older your metabolism slows down and you get fat  so you have to exercise. EFF YOU  WORLD!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!  NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO. Srsly,&lt;br /&gt;srsly, srsly?!!?!?!?!?! Come on.  LOL. :( Oh well, life is life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I just came home from Wendy's thank you dinner!!!! YAY!!! She shouted us, even when we attacked her she found her way to the counter. LOL. THIS MEANS WE ALL HAVE TO GET HER A GOOD BIRTHDAY PRESENT. (A) I thought it was fun... hehe. Angela came which was a huge surprise. LOL. I SAT RIGHT IN FRONT OF THE TV AND THEY PLAYED BEYONCE'S CONCERT DVD. Oh mah gad. That woman has a beautiful bodyyyyyyyyyyyyyyy. SHE HAS A BEAUTIFUL EVERYTHING, even without make up. Omg, she is my dream woman. LMAO. I swear she did not wear chicken fillets. YOU'RE ALL JUST JEALOUS. LOL. Anyway, i was so full after eating and i actually wanted to explode. :( The cake Wendy brought was nice as well but i couldn't appreciate it cos i was just too full. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OMG, WHEN I GOT INTO THE CAR MY COUSIN TOLD ME HE BOUGHT US A PS3. SERIOUSLY, WDF MAN!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! He bought us an xbox 360 before as well. What is wrong with him!!! LOL. BITCHES BE CRAZYYYYYYYYYYY. He couldn't have bought it at a worser time cos year 12 is about to start. :( OH WELLLLLLLLLLLL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went stationary shopping today and i bought a whiteboard!!! I CAN'T  WAIT TO USE ITTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTT, NOT REALLY. I bought a shitload of  folders for only two dorrar so yay for me. I feel like i'm missing something though... this is always happens. :( I am not ready to start year  12. :'( SDHADJALKD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I still haven't finished reading the speeches but i'm gonna dedicate my whole day tomorrow to finishing that shit off!!!! :( I'm not excited for school... at all. Well, FOR NOW I'M JUST GONNA WATCH JERSEY SHORE AND DO MY TUTOR HOMEWORK. :(&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/406163702899418726-7748060256306835147?l=fearhasnovoice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fearhasnovoice.blogspot.com/feeds/7748060256306835147/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fearhasnovoice.blogspot.com/2011/10/past-few-days-have-been-so-shit.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/406163702899418726/posts/default/7748060256306835147'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/406163702899418726/posts/default/7748060256306835147'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fearhasnovoice.blogspot.com/2011/10/past-few-days-have-been-so-shit.html' title=''/><author><name>Christie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16260715974672301819</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pEdUy6L5vpY/SynTIAtiVWI/AAAAAAAAA9g/PuPMxq0vddM/S220/DSC06224.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-406163702899418726.post-5116035339406422835</id><published>2011-10-03T15:42:00.001+11:00</published><updated>2011-10-03T15:42:59.065+11:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://30.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_ls06aaK2Su1qkywyro1_500.jpg?.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; 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margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 540px; height: 292px;" src="http://28.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lnzkqeOHuo1qazkdco1_500.gif" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I feel sick right now. :( I have a headache and i feel so bloated for some reason. Wah. :(((((((( FEELING SO HELPLESSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS. I should sleep early tonight but there's too much work to do. *sigh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went to the library with Julia and Lisa today. JULIA LOOKS SO CUTE WITH BRACES. She looks 10 years younger.. ok, that's too much. SHE LOOKS SIGNIFICANTLY YOUNGER. SO KEWT. HAHAHAHA. She got her eyebrows waxed for the first time and i recorded it. I planned to upload it on Facebook but i think everyone would get bored of it cos you can hear is Julia saying OH YEAH and me giggling. She looked ridiculous. LOLOLOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It did not end up as a very productive study session cos most of the time we were eating and talking. I did around three questions in total... great. LMAO. I have two pages of questions left to do. Wah, there is too much work especially for english. I cbf for that shit. LOL. Eff da world. TOO MUCH WORK. WAAAH, JUST GONNA COMPLAIN AND NOT DO IT LIKE I ALWAYS DOOOOO.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OMFG, THE FUNNIEST THING JUST HAPPENED. HAHAHAHAHA. Well, since i've been feeling bloated... idk, i have this weird feeling in my throat that makes me want to vomit but i don't. HAHAHAHA. THEN MY MUM COMES OUT AND SAYS TO ME 'ARE YOU OKAY? WHAT HAVE YOU BEEN DOING?' What have you been doing means... have you been having sex? ARE YOU PREGNANT? HAHAHAHAHAHAKJSDHSAJHDSAHSAHHAHAHAHAHAHHAAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHA. WDF. THEN I WAS LIKE, 'WTF MUM.' HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA. SHE REPLIES 'I'M NOT READY FOR MORE BABIES.' OMFG. HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHHAHAHAHAJSDHDKAJHDADA. HAHAHAHAHAHAHSDKJAHDA. WDF. LMAOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO. Ok. Funny story of the day. Okay, now she won't stop saying 'so scary'. HAHAHAHA. ROFLMAO. I would never be dumb to do that and if i were ever dumb enough to do so, i'd at least be protected. HAHAHA. Ffs woman. HAHAHAHAHAAHAHAHAAHAHAHAHAHA. HAHAHAJKDSHAJHDA. Wtf, seriously. LOLOLOLOLOLOLOL. One day she laughs at me and says that i'll never get a boyfriend, then the next she thinks i've been sleeping around.&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/406163702899418726-4136507498747648173?l=fearhasnovoice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fearhasnovoice.blogspot.com/feeds/4136507498747648173/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fearhasnovoice.blogspot.com/2011/10/i-feel-sick-right-now.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/406163702899418726/posts/default/4136507498747648173'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/406163702899418726/posts/default/4136507498747648173'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fearhasnovoice.blogspot.com/2011/10/i-feel-sick-right-now.html' title=''/><author><name>Christie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16260715974672301819</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pEdUy6L5vpY/SynTIAtiVWI/AAAAAAAAA9g/PuPMxq0vddM/S220/DSC06224.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-406163702899418726.post-4663138651261767022</id><published>2011-09-29T21:41:00.003+10:00</published><updated>2011-09-29T22:32:38.756+10:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;What are the chances of me getting sick today? It's probably karma for being a bitch to my mum. :( I HAD TO DITCH JULIA TODAY TO LAY IN BED ALL DAY. I really want to see her with braces. HEHE. I tricked her into believing i lost my v plates. HAAHAHAHAAHHAAHAHAAAHAHAHAHA. Bitch, u dumb. HAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHHAHAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have to ditch going to the beach tomorrow as well. I was quite excited for that but since i'm sick, all i want to do is sleep. This always happens. I begin to get really sick when i start to have a headache. a sore throat and my back is all sore. :(((( Sow sad. My hands are really cold. Now i understand why Lisa felt so helpless when she was sick... can't do anythinggggggg. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Peak was so scary today. I thought i got all the theory shit down but then we got the quiz and i died. I panic a lot when i'm under pressure which is actually really bad. LMAO. I need to learn how to calm down. :( Anne got owned today. I tried to help her but the bitch is slow and deaf. HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA. Damn hoe. She wasn't even scared either, she just turned really red. ROFLMAO. Poor baby. I wanted to cry for her. She thought he remembered her name but he didn't.. HAHAHHAHAHAHA. DAT HOE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHY DID VIVIAN CHANGE THE DAY OF THE SCAVENGER HUNT? It's on the same day as my maths test and i'm really shit at polynomials so shit to the balls. I really don't want to ditch it unless she changes the day but other than that... i have no other choice. :( Ballz, so much shit to do... THERE'S THREE PAGES AND I'VE DONE HALF OF ONE PAGE. :(((&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Music can really change your mood. I was laying in bed today, feeling all depressed and shit. My brother was in the room playing with his laptop. Idk if it was because of my nap or the music, when i woke up music was playing and i felt so happy. LOL. Don't judge me cos i'm weird. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OMFG. I WILL BE UNCAPPED ON SATURDAY. HELL TO THE YESSSSSSSSSS. I HAVE NO IDEA HOW MANY YOUTUBE VIDEOS I'VE MISSED ON BUT I'M EXCITED!!! WOOOOOOO! THEN I CAN WATCH JERSEY SHORE AND PROJECT RUNWAY!!!! YAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAY!!!!! It turns out that i get 150gb a month so i have no idea how i can be capped... LOL. D:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wrote down what i'm going to expect for my exam marks and it's so bad. They're all 50% and 60%, with the worst being 40%. This is horrible. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anne should really fix her computer so she can blog, then i can read it and be happy. :)&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/406163702899418726-4663138651261767022?l=fearhasnovoice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fearhasnovoice.blogspot.com/feeds/4663138651261767022/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fearhasnovoice.blogspot.com/2011/09/what-are-chances-of-me-getting-sick.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/406163702899418726/posts/default/4663138651261767022'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/406163702899418726/posts/default/4663138651261767022'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fearhasnovoice.blogspot.com/2011/09/what-are-chances-of-me-getting-sick.html' title=''/><author><name>Christie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16260715974672301819</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pEdUy6L5vpY/SynTIAtiVWI/AAAAAAAAA9g/PuPMxq0vddM/S220/DSC06224.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-406163702899418726.post-4362921225269142245</id><published>2011-09-28T20:06:00.004+10:00</published><updated>2011-09-28T20:40:00.186+10:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;font-size:300%;" &gt;FUNKY UNDERPANTS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Eating at Fortune8 was fun! Only 5 people turned up, which was just me, Jenny, Liza, Sophiea and Wendy. Danica came 10 minutes before we were about to leave and ate one thing. LOL. I learnt today that Jenny can't use chopsticks properly and Sophiea is such a fob. HAHAHAHAHAHAAAHAHA. But anyway, we paid $9.60 each!! Yaaaaay!!! Too bad i wasn't full. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After everyone left, i stayed at the library with Regina and i need to remember to shout her next time cos she bought us snacks. :$ I got in trouble for eating a cheezel. CHEEZELS ARE 95 CENTS AT WOOLWORTHS ATM. OMFG, SO CHEAP.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I WAS READING THE PHYSICS THEORY AGAIN AND I'M BEGINNING TO GET IT... kinda. HALLELUJAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHH!!! Every time i get to tutor, i get so nervous that the stuff i memorised disappears from my brain. ROFLMAO. WHY DOES THIS HAPPEN?! HE SO SCARY. I sat in the front row on Sunday and it wasn't as scary as sitting in second row, surprisingly enough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love my parents. They make me the happiest but at the same time, they have the ability to make me feel worthless. I hate getting into arguments with my mum. Well, they're not really arguments cos she does all the talking and i just sit there, pretending to do my homework... LOL. I'm so afraid to talk back because i'm always in the wrong but idk, i can't help feeling frustrated. Luckily for me, the tension only lasts at maximum a day. I rarely ever mention these things cos i know people will tell me the same shit over and over again. I hate it when people give me advice sometimes... it's like they think i'm stupid and don't know any better. I already know the words that are gonna come out of their mouth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I find it so awkward saying sorry. I'm quite stubborn so it takes a lot for me to say it to someone.  Usually, when i get into a fight and i need to go apologise, i either say it while laughing or wiping the damn tears off my face. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everything is always such a competition nowadays. I think we just need to learn to be happy for each other and maybe then we'll feel better about ourselves. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not an attention seeking whore or anything but I really hate being ignored.&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/406163702899418726-4362921225269142245?l=fearhasnovoice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fearhasnovoice.blogspot.com/feeds/4362921225269142245/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fearhasnovoice.blogspot.com/2011/09/f-u-funky-underpants-funny-utters.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/406163702899418726/posts/default/4362921225269142245'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/406163702899418726/posts/default/4362921225269142245'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fearhasnovoice.blogspot.com/2011/09/f-u-funky-underpants-funny-utters.html' title=''/><author><name>Christie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16260715974672301819</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pEdUy6L5vpY/SynTIAtiVWI/AAAAAAAAA9g/PuPMxq0vddM/S220/DSC06224.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-406163702899418726.post-2683348454591270261</id><published>2011-09-27T22:07:00.002+10:00</published><updated>2011-09-27T23:39:00.490+10:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;[&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 102);"&gt;l&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 102);"&gt;e&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 153);"&gt;a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);"&gt;s&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;e&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;p&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;r&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;e&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 102);"&gt;t&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;e&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;n&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 204, 204);"&gt;d&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;t&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"&gt;h&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;e&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;r&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;e&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;i&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;s&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;a&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;p&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt;i&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;c&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;t&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;u&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;r&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt;e&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 0);"&gt;h&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;e&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;r&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;e&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I'm too capped to go on tumblr.&lt;/span&gt; SEE, I MADE IT ALL COLOURFUL AND SHIT SO IT KINDA LOOKS PRETTY. LMAO. :(]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had such a great day today! Yaaaaaay! It was better than expected.. HAHAHA, SOZ MICHELLE. Shopping is honestly really boring but the amount of fun you have just depends on who you're with. Today i realised Michelle and i understand each other really well, whilst everyone just thinks we're embarrassing freaks, which explains why our friendship has remained so strong. LOL. She is one of the few people that can be mean to me and i will never take the stuff she says to heart. HAHAHA. If she read this, she would call me gay. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I tried to help Michelle find a foundation and concealer but that didn't  turn out very well cos her face ended up all patchy and colourful.  HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA. OMFG, when she washed her hands the water  turned brown... ewwwwww.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We're such cheap asses cos we were debating on whether or not to split a $2.35 iced coffee on clearance at woolworths. We took 15 minutes to decide and ended up putting it back. LUCKILY FOR US, we replaced that 500mL drink with 1.75L worth of GINGER BEER AND LEMON, LIME BITTERS. HAHAHAHAHAHA. We looked like such hard cunts drinking out of that ginger beer bottle together. All we needed to complete the look was a brown paper bag and bum bags.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YAY!!! ANNE CAN TEXT ME NOW. Time to be needy and blow up her phone. MUAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am really bad at comforting people. I never have the right words to say. I always feel awkward when people seek comfort from me cos all i can provide them with is a shoulder to cry on... no wise words, sorreh. I can try to make them laugh but even then I'M STILL NOT MAKING MUCH OF A DIFFERENCE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Michelle told me she cries a lot... I TOLD HER I HAVE MANNED UP AND THAT I HAVEN'T CRIED IN SO LONG. Funnily enough, i cried just now. Wtf is wrong with me?! HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA. Such an emotional little bitch. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just finished copying out the theory i missed out on last week and i felt so depressed writing it down. Now, when i'm looking at the mathematical background of GPE... I JUST WANT TO CRY. IT'S A WHOLE BUNCH OF NUMBERS AND LETTERS WHICH I STRUGGLE TO UNDERSTAND. Only if i were smart.. everything would be so much easier.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have realised lately that i have quite a low self esteem, despite the things people have been saying to me. I never used to feel this way... I DON'T KNOW WHAT HAS HAPPENED. I don't like what i see in the mirror and i think i'm dumb as shit. HAHAHAHAHAHA. However, i am one of those people that don't really do anything about it, except put on make up.. which doesn't make much of a difference. Putting on make up is such a commitment cos once you don't have it on, people think 'OH DIS BITCH IS ONLY GOOD LOOKING COS SHE GOT MAKE UP ON'. Oh well... MY BEAUTIFUL AND KIND HEART WILL TAKE ME VERY FAR IN LIFE. HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAAHHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't be bothered with all these outings now. I JUST WANT TO EITHER GO TO THE LIBRARY TO TRY AND DO MY WORK OR SLEEP IN TILL 12 AND CHILL TILL MIDNIGHT. I complain too much over the most stupid shit. LMAO. SOZ, mah blogz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wonder if i'll still blog once i'm done with school. Maybe i'll stop  cos i might finally have a life.. might. LMAO. Seriously, all i blog  about is school.. what else would there be? OH MAN. The future scares  me. LOL. :( SO. UNPREDICTABLE. WAH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since i'm bored, i'm gonna write anonymous notes/letters to people cos i'm too pussy to tell them how i feel. HAHAHAHAHA. This is just like in back in the day... OH HO HO. This would always stir up shit. The things i'm gonna say are nothing serious. HAHAHAHA. Gonna be all mysterious and sexy, YKNOW?! THE USUAL.. HAHAHAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;#1&lt;/span&gt; Please tell me the reason why you treat me differently to before.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;#2&lt;/span&gt; I'm sick of pretending that i care. I don't even know if i'm acting like my true self around you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;#3&lt;/span&gt; I don't know if i like you or i hate you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;#4&lt;/span&gt; DON'T EVER LEAVE ME. HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA.&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/406163702899418726-2683348454591270261?l=fearhasnovoice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fearhasnovoice.blogspot.com/feeds/2683348454591270261/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fearhasnovoice.blogspot.com/2011/09/p-l-e-s-e-p-r-e-t-e-n-d-t-h-e-r-e-i-s-p.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/406163702899418726/posts/default/2683348454591270261'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/406163702899418726/posts/default/2683348454591270261'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fearhasnovoice.blogspot.com/2011/09/p-l-e-s-e-p-r-e-t-e-n-d-t-h-e-r-e-i-s-p.html' title=''/><author><name>Christie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16260715974672301819</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pEdUy6L5vpY/SynTIAtiVWI/AAAAAAAAA9g/PuPMxq0vddM/S220/DSC06224.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-406163702899418726.post-8303845283514657382</id><published>2011-09-25T23:21:00.002+10:00</published><updated>2011-09-26T00:05:21.370+10:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;One of the good things about the holidays is you can just not wash your hair and not care, like right now. HAHAHA. I should wash my hair but since i'm not gonna see anyone tomorrow.. eff dat shit. Just wash it when it gets unbearable. HAHAHAHAHAHAHA. HEY, at least i still shower everyday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah, i thought holidays was gonna be so exciting cos of the shitload of group outings we organised but i'm so lazy. I just want to stay home and try do my homework. Note the word try... trying to do my homework would involve a lot of procrastination... HAHAHA. I swear i'm gonna get fat for the rest of this year and next year... I don't think i'll be able to maintain my beautiful phsyique. HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA. I'm eating milo cereal atm. My mum bought the duo one cos it's on sale and of course i only like the black ones. HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went to a catch up class for physics today and it was useless cos the class was a week behind. Anne is a genius. No way am i paying for that lesson. We even had to do the quiz again, ffs. LMAO. Not cool. Anne also noticed that Duyen Nguyen has lost some weight.. I KNEW SOMETHING WAS DIFFERENT ABOUT HIM. OMFG. Wow, such a dramatic change. Holy balls. HAHAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The thing i hate most about maths is it can put me in the worst mood cos once i am stuck on a question... i just want to dig myself a hole and die in it. It leaves me feeling useless and so stupid. :( Then when i finally find someone to help me, i feel like crap for not getting it the first time. LMAO. Bloody maths. I'm starting to like english more than maths... what has the world come to?! Dis shit is ridiculous. I'm not good at any of them.. eff da world. Lyf so unfair. HAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't believe we're in year 12 now. I don't think i'll be able to handle the workload cos i'm too dumb and i like to take my sweet ass time. HAHAHAHAHAHA. Oh man... i was to savour these holidays as much as possible but i'm bloody capped for the next 5 days. ISN'T THIS WONDERFUL? What a great way to spend the holidays. T_T&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Facebook is such a scary place. The internet in general is such a scary place. YOU DON'T KNOW WHO IS STALKING YOU. Grace and I are changing all our privacy settings. LMAO. Bloody facebook is so shit with privacy. WHY MUST IS BE SO CONFUSING!?!? :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm going to the library with Julia tomorrow! YAAAAAY! We can do work and she can help me with maffs. YOY!!&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/406163702899418726-8303845283514657382?l=fearhasnovoice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fearhasnovoice.blogspot.com/feeds/8303845283514657382/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fearhasnovoice.blogspot.com/2011/09/one-of-good-things-about-holidays-is.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/406163702899418726/posts/default/8303845283514657382'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/406163702899418726/posts/default/8303845283514657382'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fearhasnovoice.blogspot.com/2011/09/one-of-good-things-about-holidays-is.html' title=''/><author><name>Christie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16260715974672301819</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pEdUy6L5vpY/SynTIAtiVWI/AAAAAAAAA9g/PuPMxq0vddM/S220/DSC06224.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-406163702899418726.post-5618756735376312409</id><published>2011-09-24T19:00:00.002+10:00</published><updated>2011-09-24T21:00:21.156+10:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://26.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_la6m6wRPMI1qzkg1mo1_500.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 540px;" src="http://26.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_la6m6wRPMI1qzkg1mo1_500.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Sometimes i wish i was a loner cos then maybe i'd be a little smarter. LOL. I had heaps of shit to blog about before but idk, all those thoughts just ran away from me. :(&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I get pissed off quite easily and the person i'm mad at never knows. This lead me to think... WHAT IF PEOPLE GET PISSED OFF AT ME LIKE THAT? Cos i know that i can get really angry at certain people. LOL. Then again, the people i get most pissed at can usually bring out the best in me, like my family and... HAHAHAHA. If i have crazy mood swings at the age of 17.. THAT'S SO WEIRD THAT I'M 17 NOW... anyway, YEAH.. imagine me when i have menopause. Omfg, it will be horrible.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;There are so many event invites on facebook. After informal, i was so excited to go out and shit but now all i want to do is stay home and eat. &lt;meta charset="utf-8"&gt;I miss school. There's no one to talk to unless it's online or you text them. :( You can't really talk to anyone properly unless you go out which i can't be bothered for. Why am i so needy? HAHAHA. People should just come over everyday and we can go get slurpees. I really want to go to the beach but i kind of don't want to at the same time cos i will get black and my hard work of staying white will be ruined. :( &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Why do i have to be shit at everything cos i don't know if i should drop art or economics... oh man. This sucks. :( I'm clearly very indecisive... don't judge me. :(&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Am i intimidating? I think i'm the most un-intimidating person in the world.. just look at me.. LOL. I find good looking people and really smart people intimidating. For good looking people, i feel like they'll judge me cos i am hideous and for geniuses, they'll judge me cos i'm dumb. HAHAHAHA. :( &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I think it is true that an insult means much more than a compliment to a girl. If someone complimented me, i'd forget after a week whereas an insult, i would remember for a really long time and trust me, i have bad memory as well. LOL.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I hate how some people act differently online than in real life cos then i don't really know who they really are. LOL. It seems like online is where a person acts more like themselves. Pls explain. PLEASE.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I wish there was someone always available to talk. It seems like everyone has lives now. :(&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/406163702899418726-5618756735376312409?l=fearhasnovoice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fearhasnovoice.blogspot.com/feeds/5618756735376312409/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fearhasnovoice.blogspot.com/2011/09/sometimes-i-wish-i-was-loner-cos-then.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/406163702899418726/posts/default/5618756735376312409'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/406163702899418726/posts/default/5618756735376312409'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fearhasnovoice.blogspot.com/2011/09/sometimes-i-wish-i-was-loner-cos-then.html' title=''/><author><name>Christie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16260715974672301819</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pEdUy6L5vpY/SynTIAtiVWI/AAAAAAAAA9g/PuPMxq0vddM/S220/DSC06224.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-406163702899418726.post-2795721724220244883</id><published>2011-09-23T15:31:00.004+10:00</published><updated>2011-09-24T00:25:21.526+10:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://26.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lpxju3w35I1qitlheo1_500.gif" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 540px;" src="http://26.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lpxju3w35I1qitlheo1_500.gif" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;INFORMAL WAS YESTERDAY AND I LOVE OUR GRAADDDDE! It's events like these that allows you to appreciate your grade so much more. :$ Omfg, all the girls were so hot.. seriously. I was on the verge of turning into a lesbian.. HOT DAMN! HAHAHA. I love you all.. so beautiful. I will never forget that night. LOLOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went to Grace's house to get driven to the wharf! There was me, Grace, Jacquie, Jenny, Wendy and Yvy! We waited for an hour. LOL. WE WERE MEANT TO GET THERE AT 4 BUT WE LEFT AT 10 MINUTES TO 4. Whoops. LMAO. Meanwhile, we just took pictures and ate two pieces of bread cos i was hungry. LIVING THE GOOD LIFE. GRACE'S SISTER IS SO DAMN CUTE. Grace says she likes me but she doesn't even talk to me. :( I will come over during the holidays and we can watch the lion king!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We got to the wharf in less than half an hour.. which would've taken an hour if i caught the train, so... THANKS GRACE FOR SAVING ME TIME AND MONEY. HEHEHE. It was so exciting watching people slowly arrive. :$ We really underestimated the boat cos some shitty boats went by and we all screamed 'THAT MUST BE OURS!' Hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first hour or two went by quite slowly. The food was shit but luckily i drowned it in salt. HAHAHA. IT MADE EVERYTHING BETTER. When you walked in, balloons covered the ceiling but somehow they got up onto the second floor, some even outside. LOL. Albert, Genevieve, Liza, Nick and I sucked in helium like idiots. HAHAHAHAHA. IT WAS REALLY FUN! Omfg, it was so crazy. I think Liza was a little too high and it scared me. LOL. :(&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Poor Kokkinis was sea sick. :( Poor baby.. so i kept her company. :D Omfg, we went upstairs and it was so damn windy. As i was walking up the stairs, i felt so unable and was gonna fall into the freaking water. I don't know why people went up there.. so cold. :( I went down to the dancefloor once.. omfg, it made me so dizzy. LOL. So noisy and too many lights.. too much for me to handle. HAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kristina felt like vomitting so she puked in the sink. HAHAHAHAHAHA. YUCCCK. YOU COULD SEE THE PASTA CHUNKS AND EVERYTHING. LOL. :( She was feeling horribad. :c Jacquie went off to dance and i just chilled with Kokkinis. 8) Yah, i was pretty bored but i was too lazy to dance.. dun matter. HAHAHA.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Somehow i ended up on the dancefloor. LMAO. It was so hot down there but everyone's glowsticks looked really pretty, especially Danica's and Annie's. 8) I'm probably a bad dancer but i don't give a shit cos i can't see myself. HAHAHAHA. I never want to see myself dance cos it'll be like hearing my voice in a video.. just YUCK. LOL. Well, pretty much for the last two hours we all danced and stood by the window when it got too hot.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;The guys were acting freakishly gay, which obviously exposed their selves. LOL. Seriously, they were just grinding up on one pole.. COME ON GUYS. THERE ARE 4 POLES TO SHARE AROUND. HAHAHAHAHA. Yes, there was also a gay circle. LMAO. The songs we requested weren't even played... THEY DIDN'T EVEN PLAY NEVER GONNA GIVE YOU UP OR MS NEW BOOTY.. seriously, how hard is it to be a dj? I don't think we even needed a dj... could've just plugged a laptop to speakers and bam! WE'RE DONE.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I don't think people understand me when i say piss off. Honestly, the look on my face should instantly hint either #1 i am not in the mood to talk or #2 i don't like you... That shit can seriously ruin my whole day. I'm the kind of person that replays bad situations in my head. LOL. Maybe that's why i felt so lazy yesterday... heh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Coming home is the worst cos you get tagged in all the shitty photos. Then you see all the pictures of your hot friends and your self esteem hits rock bottom so you just continue to eat your ice cream while crying. HAHAHAHA. Omfg, i hate people who are able to make an ugly face without looking ugly (e.g. Liza and Jacquie) whereas when i do it.. OH GAWD. DAT SHIT IS JUST HIDEOUS. HAHAHAHAHAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SUPPOSEDLY SUBJECT SELECTION FORMS WERE DUE TODAY.. uhh.. i didn't even decide on what i'm dropping yet. EFF DA WORLD. They can't stop me from dropping my subjects.. no way gurlfran. Luckily i'm not alone so we are all in this together! :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have the weirdest msn names... ultra virgin, fa'nay nay (which actually means vagina but i didn't know... how funny), bubba (the scary black guy in gaol that'll buttrape you) and now patrick.. DON'T JUDGE ME. I AM COOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;The fact that we're in year 12 now scares me. It's all serious and i can't handle that pressure. :( It's so easy to feel like shit at school cos sometimes i think no matter how hard i try, i will never reach the standard of everyone else. Sow sad. :c&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/406163702899418726-2795721724220244883?l=fearhasnovoice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fearhasnovoice.blogspot.com/feeds/2795721724220244883/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fearhasnovoice.blogspot.com/2011/09/informal-was-yesterday-and-i-love-our.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/406163702899418726/posts/default/2795721724220244883'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/406163702899418726/posts/default/2795721724220244883'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fearhasnovoice.blogspot.com/2011/09/informal-was-yesterday-and-i-love-our.html' title=''/><author><name>Christie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16260715974672301819</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pEdUy6L5vpY/SynTIAtiVWI/AAAAAAAAA9g/PuPMxq0vddM/S220/DSC06224.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-406163702899418726.post-8254935768613520765</id><published>2011-09-20T23:08:00.003+10:00</published><updated>2011-09-21T00:05:19.917+10:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lf2n3hia1J1qbnc32.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 540px; height: 387px;" src="http://media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lf2n3hia1J1qbnc32.gif" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Today has probably been the first time i've gone shopping in ages, with exams and all. :( IT WAS REALLY FUN, SURPRISINGLY ENOUGH! :D I went with Lisa and Liza. :)))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Being whistled at by old men is the scariest thing ever. When i'm alone i walk really, really fast and i have my bitch face on, so who is daring enough to look at me will endure my evil glare. HAHAHAHAHA. I wish i was a boy cos then i would be doing all the whistling and wouldn't have to be so scared all the time. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We took so long trying to find a dress for Liza but SHE HAD ME SO I FOUND A DRESS FOR HER. Oh man, her bootaye is huge. BOOM, BOOM TO THE POWWWWWWW. I seriously think she is related to someone black or latino... cos dat ass does not belong on an asian girl's body. HAHAHAHAHAHA. YAAAY! She is happy with the dress too! YAAAAAAY!!! :)))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shaker fries are not that great. SORREH. I like the original chips... YEAAAH. I decided to go with a more healthier option though... a sandwich from subway. Omfg, i don't think i could work there... people are such bitches. I hate people. This girl next to me was complaining about shit service and how she would be able to make the sandwich faster than they could. I don't understand how anyone can stand people like that. She wasn't even bitching about me and i wanted to rip that cunt to shreds. LMAO. POINT IS, I REALLY HATE BITCHES.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I REALLY WANT TO TRY SOMETHING FROM THAT T101 PLACE. OMFG. THEY GAVE OUT SAMPLES OF TEA AND THAT SHIT WAS BEAUTIFUL. OH MY EFFING GAWD. I think it's cheaper than easyway as well and the drinks taste nicer too! OMG. I DON'T EVEN CARE IF I GO TO LIVO JUST FOR THE FOOD THEN GO HOME. Oh maaaaaaaan. THEY HAVE PIZZA IN A CONE... imagine all dat flavour.. OH MAAAAAAAAAAN.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I found the best bra EVER today. It is a miracle worker and i must tell my mum to go buy one for herself. HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA. I am really glad that i convinced Yvy to buy it.. i might as well be hired to advertise is cos i love it so much just after trying it on once. It was just.. amazing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I BOUGHT NEW SHOES! YAAAAY! I hate buying expensive stuff cos i always go home and think... what could have i bought instead? THIS TIME IT WAS GLITTER HEELS FROM SPEND-LESS SHOES... :( Oh well, they're probably uncomfortable.. but they were $2 cheaper... :( I have decided to buy the shoes i bought on ebay with lisa cos they don't actually look that good on me. HOPEFULLY WE'LL MAKE A PROFIT AS WELL! YAY. I'm actually wearing my shoes right now to stretch them so my feet don't get too sore on Thursday. :$ Informal is so closeby and some people don't even have their stuff ready yet.. ANNE. I think by the middle of the night, no one is gonna give a shit about what they wear. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lisa didn't get her shoes today. :( Dey were so beautiful and cheap!!! Ah, i really like her formal dress, all backless and beautiful!!!!!! DAMN HOEESSSS, everyone is gonna look so good. After seeing that video of Yvy modelling her dress gives me high expectations for everyone else as well. OMFG. COLD HARD DANGGGG! HAHAHAHAHA. Omfg, so beautiful!!!! If i end up looking like crap, then expect to find me in the corner crying with the cake. HAHAHAHAHHAHAA. I LIKE CAKE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate seeing cute shopping assistants. OH MAN. Like you'd think i'd be all over them and be like 'OH HAAAAAAY, UNZIP ME, BABYYYY. I CAN'T GET THIS UNDONEEE.' but the real world does not work that way, at least i don't. HAHAHAHAHAHA. I find them so intimidating cos i feel like they're judging me. :( I AM NOT WORTHY OF YOUR GOOD LOOKS. LOL. EFF DA WORLD. This is why i would never be able to work at General Pants cos i am not cool or good looking so my chances of working there are blown. LMAO.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LISA IS A BLONDE DIMBO. NICE TRY.. JOKES! HAHAHAHAHA... oh i love maths tutoring. :')&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been missing school lately but i dread the fact that i have to wake up early tomorrow... noooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo. I love staying up late and waking up late.. LIVING DA GOOD LYF. LMAO. YAY. My mum thinks it's a bad habit what WHATEVZ GURLFRAAAN. YEAH, I CALLED MY MUM GURLFRAAAAN. HAHAHA. I love her. :')&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/406163702899418726-8254935768613520765?l=fearhasnovoice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fearhasnovoice.blogspot.com/feeds/8254935768613520765/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fearhasnovoice.blogspot.com/2011/09/today-has-probably-been-first-time-ive.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/406163702899418726/posts/default/8254935768613520765'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/406163702899418726/posts/default/8254935768613520765'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fearhasnovoice.blogspot.com/2011/09/today-has-probably-been-first-time-ive.html' title=''/><author><name>Christie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16260715974672301819</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pEdUy6L5vpY/SynTIAtiVWI/AAAAAAAAA9g/PuPMxq0vddM/S220/DSC06224.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
