<?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-15846817</id><updated>2011-11-18T20:24:26.346-08:00</updated><category term=':D'/><title type='text'>It's kinda fun to do the impossible.</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thisindependentgirl-.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15846817/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thisindependentgirl-.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15846817/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>thisindependentgirl-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17084081857409017385</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_imhvaU33vp0/TBaZ9htZaSI/AAAAAAAAAFU/Pj1tJkdm8TQ/S220/CIMG0110.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>340</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15846817.post-1942525210725397380</id><published>2011-07-03T04:21:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-03T04:21:40.040-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I know this feeling.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: 14px; "&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 1.45em; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; line-height: 1.45em; "&gt;It’s all too familiar, this feeling.&lt;br /&gt;Like it’s right.&lt;br /&gt;That it all feels like puzzle pieces fitting together,&lt;br /&gt;satisfying and exciting all at once.&lt;br /&gt;How the different shapes fit snugly into one another. Sides abutting and edges touching.&lt;br /&gt;Like you want to know what’s going to come next.&lt;br /&gt;What piece you’re going to find.&lt;br /&gt;What the big picture is going to be.  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 1.45em; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; line-height: 1.45em; "&gt;It’s like a huge puzzle.&lt;br /&gt;The intricacies and the complexities of a person.&lt;br /&gt;All rolled and mixed and twirled into one big picture.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 1.45em; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; line-height: 1.45em; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Which, on first impression, is shattered into a million pieces.&lt;br /&gt;And then, with each breath, each touch, each secret,&lt;br /&gt;You find piece after piece,&lt;br /&gt;Jigsaw after jigsaw,&lt;br /&gt;Picture after picture.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 1.45em; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; line-height: 1.45em; "&gt;Until all the colours,&lt;br /&gt;all the twists and turns,&lt;br /&gt;All the nuances&lt;br /&gt;Come together and you finally see them in all their wonder.&lt;br /&gt;And then you decide.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 1.45em; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; line-height: 1.45em; "&gt;You decide, if it was worth it.&lt;br /&gt;And you decide, if there is hope. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0.725em; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; line-height: 1.45em; "&gt;&lt;img width="320" height="313" id="il_fi" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-2HvU_oJesUw/TbVpjlsfmDI/AAAAAAAABO8/sv0KoqsFERo/s320/tumblr_liweedFyls1qac6sjo1_500.jpg" style="border-top-width: 0px; 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font-size: 14px; "&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 1.45em; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; line-height: 1.45em; "&gt;When did it happen? When did you realise that the silence over the dinner table was one too many, that ‘i love you’ was just something you said everyday before going to work, that the person you decided to spend the rest of your life with turned out to be a total stranger after all.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 1.45em; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; line-height: 1.45em; "&gt;At what point do we look at each other and say, Do I know you? How did you come to be here? What are you doing in my bed? We’ve drifted apart and you’re not the person I fell in love with.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 1.45em; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; line-height: 1.45em; "&gt;But we hate letting go. We hate that empty feeling we get, when we are left all alone, in the big empty house that we used to call home. And time passes, and then what? At what point would we then say, “hey, what are you doing in my bed, with someone else?’ &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0.725em; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; line-height: 1.45em; "&gt;A stitch in time saves nine. Do not do tomorrow, what you can do today. Seize the moment and save yourself the trouble. You were both in love once, but now, it’s over. 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yourself.'/><author><name>thisindependentgirl-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17084081857409017385</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_imhvaU33vp0/TBaZ9htZaSI/AAAAAAAAAFU/Pj1tJkdm8TQ/S220/CIMG0110.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15846817.post-3360359854318938115</id><published>2011-06-25T22:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-25T22:20:13.879-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The lightbulb.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: 14px; "&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 1.45em; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; line-height: 1.45em; "&gt;Thomas Edison found 1000 ways not to make a lightbulb. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 1.45em; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; line-height: 1.45em; "&gt;We make mistakes everyday. If someone tabulated and tallied every single mistake we made in that one day, and did that for a whole month, the list would most definitely be longer than our arms. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 1.45em; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; line-height: 1.45em; "&gt;1. I should definitely have not eaten that cheesecake.&lt;br /&gt;2. I shouldn’t have texted him.&lt;br /&gt;3. I never want to see him again.&lt;br /&gt;4. I trusted him.&lt;br /&gt;5. I got in a fight.&lt;br /&gt;6. I tripped over a rock and sprained my ankle.&lt;br /&gt;7. I fell in love&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 1.45em; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; line-height: 1.45em; "&gt;…&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 1.45em; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; line-height: 1.45em; "&gt;The list goes on. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 1.45em; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; line-height: 1.45em; "&gt;We will never find the right way to live life. Life is full of stupid things and stupid mistakes and stupid lies and stupid truths. We stumble around life like we live in the dark. Falling where we shouldn’t and tripping over things that don’t matter. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 1.45em; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; line-height: 1.45em; "&gt;We think we grow up when we’re 18 but we really don’t grow up at all. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0.725em; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; line-height: 1.45em; "&gt;We all don’t grow up. But we all don’t grow up, together. Sometimes you need that extra push in the right direction. Sometimes, you find yourself fumbling, stumbling, muttering. Until someone comes and switches on the light bulb. 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began to stroke my head. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Your fingers played through my hair like a comb. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Over and over, feeling my roots and running to my tips. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I could feel your warmth beside me, as still as a rock, like you were holding it all in.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Suddenly, I felt your fingers next to mine,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;As we linked arms our fingers became entwined.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And my heart raced a thousand times.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Little did I know, it was beating in time with yours.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;We lay there, wrapped up in blankets in the darkness that shone through the open window. &lt;div&gt;All that was under my head was your arm, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and all that was under you, was me. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Words lingered in the air, as silent as a ghost, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Soundless but chilling, ice cold.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Which dampened your hot breath on my shoulder. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And kept me at peace. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You clutched me tightly, more words.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Like you had been holding your breath for a very long time&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And now, you've unlocked the safe that's held all your secrets.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And I could feel it flow through me. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This never ending river of feelings.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Flowing, gaining strength, getting bigger and bigger until this moment.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Where there was you and I. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You, and I, and now. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img class="rg_hi" id="rg_hi" width="225" height="225" width="225" height="225" style="width:225px;height:225px" 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words.'/><author><name>thisindependentgirl-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17084081857409017385</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_imhvaU33vp0/TBaZ9htZaSI/AAAAAAAAAFU/Pj1tJkdm8TQ/S220/CIMG0110.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15846817.post-2831416900124761657</id><published>2011-06-25T21:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-25T21:51:43.248-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Promise me.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: 14px; "&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 1.45em; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; line-height: 1.45em; "&gt;It’s funny how people hold a certain value for things that nobody else would. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 1.45em; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; line-height: 1.45em; "&gt;A particular building, A faded photograph, The way the light shines in through that one window.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 1.45em; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; line-height: 1.45em; "&gt;More often than not, it’s because it reminds us of something we encountered when we were children. It reminds us of that time when we were free. Free from responsibility, free from rules, regulations, taxes, traffic jams and awkward moments. Free from the government, disease, anger, hurt, corruption. It reminds us of a time, when we were simply content. When getting an ice cream was the best thing in the world and running around outside was a treat. When our imaginations run wild and adventures reigned. We might have only had a few blankets, pillows, some toy blocks and a spade but our playtimes were full of dragons, secret codes, damsels in distress and the hero to save the day.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 1.45em; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; line-height: 1.45em; "&gt;But maybe we don’t grow up. Maybe our imaginations just change. The models we see could have been the beautiful princesses we dreamt about. The tasks the massive dragons we had to fight. Children are the bravest people in the world. And well, we were all kids once. Weren’t we?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 1.45em; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; line-height: 1.45em; "&gt;&lt;span&gt;‘To be nobody but yourself in a world which is doing its best, night and day, to make you like everybody else means to fight the hardest battle which any human being can fight; and never stop fighting.’&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0.725em; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; line-height: 1.45em; "&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;‘Promise me you’ll always remember; you’re braver than you believe, and stronger than you seem, and smarter than you think.’ &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0.725em; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; line-height: 1.45em; "&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;img class="rg_hi" id="rg_hi" width="256" height="197" width="256" height="197" style="width:256px;height:197px" src="http://t2.gstatic.com/images?q=tbn:ANd9GcQo-xAlHPoRi8wne5VsHXgJ4UA2XxuKGWKzShoYVSs9CdnEf_IB" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15846817-2831416900124761657?l=thisindependentgirl-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thisindependentgirl-.blogspot.com/feeds/2831416900124761657/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15846817&amp;postID=2831416900124761657' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15846817/posts/default/2831416900124761657'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15846817/posts/default/2831416900124761657'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thisindependentgirl-.blogspot.com/2011/06/promise-me.html' title='Promise me.'/><author><name>thisindependentgirl-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17084081857409017385</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_imhvaU33vp0/TBaZ9htZaSI/AAAAAAAAAFU/Pj1tJkdm8TQ/S220/CIMG0110.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15846817.post-7825269238496751664</id><published>2011-04-23T21:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-23T21:54:14.997-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Blindspot.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Lucida Grande', Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px; "&gt;&lt;p&gt;And all I can taste is this moment.&lt;br /&gt;And all I can breathe is your life. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I just don't want to miss you tonight. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Missing somebody, is like, living your whole life with a blind spot in the corner of your vision. You could probably go on living with no problems whatsoever, but everytime you glance over at that blind spot, you realise how important to you it is. You realise that whatever you do, however much you try to ignore it, it's never going to go away. And when you decide to face it, head on, no regrets, you realise that the blind spot only gets bigger and bigger. Until you don't see anything else except for the emptiness that you've been lost in your whole life&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;.&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, serif; line-height: normal; font-size: 16px; "&gt;&lt;img class="rg_hi" id="rg_hi" width="192" height="160" width="192" height="160" style="width:192px;height:160px" src="http://t1.gstatic.com/images?q=tbn:ANd9GcQLkFUmJgPU2YPSXXGNINjKbaJkJQRf6rTfI_5V0NbH6k1SBBc3" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15846817-7825269238496751664?l=thisindependentgirl-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thisindependentgirl-.blogspot.com/feeds/7825269238496751664/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15846817&amp;postID=7825269238496751664' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15846817/posts/default/7825269238496751664'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15846817/posts/default/7825269238496751664'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thisindependentgirl-.blogspot.com/2011/04/blindspot.html' title='Blindspot.'/><author><name>thisindependentgirl-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17084081857409017385</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_imhvaU33vp0/TBaZ9htZaSI/AAAAAAAAAFU/Pj1tJkdm8TQ/S220/CIMG0110.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15846817.post-2279628569838142638</id><published>2011-02-18T19:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-18T19:55:12.360-08:00</updated><title type='text'>love story.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;The traffic lights go green, orange, red. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The people are bustling, walking, running, shuffling. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Talking, shouting, yearning. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The traffic lights go green, orange, red. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm waiting for you to come. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I take in the carbon dioxide filled city air. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I take in the honks of cars, the shrill ring of mobile phones.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I take in the voices, the faces, the colour. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I take in the smells of food, perfume, 3 day old stink, fresh clean clothes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And then, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;the ground fell away.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;There you were. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Dressed in blue. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The world was quiet, and there was only us two. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The sun was shining,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;the air was still. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You don't know that I love you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Please know I always will. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4130/4975599754_1b751cc7b8.jpg" id="il_fi" height="375" width="500" style="padding-right: 8px; padding-top: 8px; padding-bottom: 8px; " /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15846817-2279628569838142638?l=thisindependentgirl-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thisindependentgirl-.blogspot.com/feeds/2279628569838142638/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15846817&amp;postID=2279628569838142638' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15846817/posts/default/2279628569838142638'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15846817/posts/default/2279628569838142638'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thisindependentgirl-.blogspot.com/2011/02/love-story.html' title='love story.'/><author><name>thisindependentgirl-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17084081857409017385</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_imhvaU33vp0/TBaZ9htZaSI/AAAAAAAAAFU/Pj1tJkdm8TQ/S220/CIMG0110.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4130/4975599754_1b751cc7b8_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15846817.post-6034102583776531870</id><published>2011-02-07T14:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-07T15:01:23.449-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Alone</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-family:'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif;font-size:11px;"&gt;&lt;div class="mbl notesBlogText clearfix" style="display: block; zoom: 1; margin-bottom: 20px; font-size: 11px; line-height: 1.5em; padding-right: 100px; word-wrap: break-word; "&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; text-align: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;I am alone.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; text-align: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;It is 11:30 at night. I am floating. It is dark, it is silent. I am submerged in water up to my chin. It is cold; there is a breeze blowing across my face chilling me to the core. My eyes slip shut.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; text-align: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;I am alone.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; text-align: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;I take a deep breath and let it out. I slip below the horizon and into the depths. It is darker, colder and more silent. I am lying at the bottom. I can feel its roughness against my legs, back, shoulders and arms to the very tips of my fingers.The water is leaching the warmth from every part of my body.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; text-align: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;I am alone.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; text-align: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;I open my eyes and look to the heavens. My vision is distorted. The sky beyond the surface has blurred into darkness. I feel a pain in my chest; I need oxygen. My lungs are screaming, blood is throbbing in my ears but I stay. At the last possible second I push off, ascend and break the still surface. I take in a lungful of cold, fresh air. I turn my glance heavenly again. The sky is glittering with stars; it's not so dark after all. I can hear the wind in the trees; its not so silent after all. The air is warm; its not so cold after all.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; text-align: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;Above all I realize I am not alone; I never was.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; text-align: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;He is always with me. Even when I am in the darkest times in my life where I feel most alone; He is with me. He pulls me out of the depths of darkness and despair. All I have to do is look to the heavens and Jesus brings me back to Him again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; text-align: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;I am not alone.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; text-align: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; text-align: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;- Amy Huth - &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; text-align: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; text-align: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.tecdive.ru/img/collage-1.jpg" id="il_fi" height="470" width="325" style="padding-right: 8px; padding-top: 8px; padding-bottom: 8px; " /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15846817-6034102583776531870?l=thisindependentgirl-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thisindependentgirl-.blogspot.com/feeds/6034102583776531870/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15846817&amp;postID=6034102583776531870' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15846817/posts/default/6034102583776531870'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15846817/posts/default/6034102583776531870'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thisindependentgirl-.blogspot.com/2011/02/alone.html' title='Alone'/><author><name>thisindependentgirl-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17084081857409017385</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_imhvaU33vp0/TBaZ9htZaSI/AAAAAAAAAFU/Pj1tJkdm8TQ/S220/CIMG0110.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15846817.post-58559231954668694</id><published>2011-02-06T15:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-06T15:55:28.889-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sisters.</title><content type='html'>You + Me = Me with You. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We are friends and I do like to pass the day with you in stupid inconsequential chatter. I wouldn't mind washing up beside you, dusting beside you, reading the back half of the paper while you read the front. We are friends and I would miss you, do miss you and think of you very often.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We are like salt and pepper, you and I, me and you. Without you, I am just salt, or pepper. Either way, pretty lonesome and not at all tasty. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You pick me up when I'm down, heal me when I'm hurt. Jump into that big scary place with me because you know that as long as we're together, there are no such things as big scary places.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You give me strength. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So what would I do without you, you ask? I have no idea. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;No idea at all. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img class="rg_hi" id="rg_hi" width="275" height="183" width="275" height="183" style="width:275px;height:183px" src="http://t2.gstatic.com/images?q=tbn:ANd9GcQmmxM2uhjV0bKerwrUp8UYjXonemeIr5KvSYRbHofZ7RBZsMQF" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img class="rg_hi" id="rg_hi" width="258" height="195" width="258" height="195" style="width:258px;height:195px" src="http://t2.gstatic.com/images?q=tbn:ANd9GcSxENsGZ_8gPgQwq8Z_zRhfS2KrcyAq28q36rVp1AwNBH-tXGoOpA" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We are not enemies, but we're not friends. We are sisters.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15846817-58559231954668694?l=thisindependentgirl-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thisindependentgirl-.blogspot.com/feeds/58559231954668694/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15846817&amp;postID=58559231954668694' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15846817/posts/default/58559231954668694'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15846817/posts/default/58559231954668694'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thisindependentgirl-.blogspot.com/2011/02/sisters.html' title='Sisters.'/><author><name>thisindependentgirl-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17084081857409017385</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_imhvaU33vp0/TBaZ9htZaSI/AAAAAAAAAFU/Pj1tJkdm8TQ/S220/CIMG0110.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15846817.post-452040368985465593</id><published>2011-02-06T15:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-06T15:43:50.805-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Set the fire to the third bar.</title><content type='html'>'I think God intended for us to be able to close our eyes, so that we could be in two places at once.'&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm miles from where you are. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I lay down on the cold ground and I, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I pray that something picks me up&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and sets me down in your warm arms. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img class="rg_hi" id="rg_hi" width="275" height="183" width="275" height="183" style="width:275px;height:183px" src="http://t1.gstatic.com/images?q=tbn:ANd9GcSWGj66LM2XusUQsrS2LiABEwXFJ2J1jK-jjSlVUFKj4RTXMQjSwg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.deviantart.com/download/157965935/set_me_down_in_your_warm_arms__by_poisonedka.jpg" id="il_fi" height="602" width="402" style="padding-right: 8px; padding-top: 8px; padding-bottom: 8px; " /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15846817-452040368985465593?l=thisindependentgirl-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thisindependentgirl-.blogspot.com/feeds/452040368985465593/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15846817&amp;postID=452040368985465593' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15846817/posts/default/452040368985465593'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15846817/posts/default/452040368985465593'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thisindependentgirl-.blogspot.com/2011/02/set-fire-to-third-bar.html' title='Set the fire to the third bar.'/><author><name>thisindependentgirl-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17084081857409017385</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_imhvaU33vp0/TBaZ9htZaSI/AAAAAAAAAFU/Pj1tJkdm8TQ/S220/CIMG0110.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15846817.post-8211275725885872061</id><published>2011-02-04T02:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-04T03:15:41.363-08:00</updated><title type='text'>heartbreak.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px; "&gt;They say it's a broken heart, but I hurt in my whole body.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px;"&gt;It's an emptiness. like a big black hole where my heart once was. I find pieces of me slipping away. Pieces that were yours, are yours, still yours. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px;"&gt;And I stand there until so much of me has faded away with the memory of you that I don't feel like I exist. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px;"&gt;I'm all there, but you've taken everything. 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/&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15846817-8211275725885872061?l=thisindependentgirl-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thisindependentgirl-.blogspot.com/feeds/8211275725885872061/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15846817&amp;postID=8211275725885872061' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15846817/posts/default/8211275725885872061'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15846817/posts/default/8211275725885872061'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thisindependentgirl-.blogspot.com/2011/02/heartbreak.html' title='heartbreak.'/><author><name>thisindependentgirl-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17084081857409017385</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_imhvaU33vp0/TBaZ9htZaSI/AAAAAAAAAFU/Pj1tJkdm8TQ/S220/CIMG0110.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15846817.post-4425165808664750432</id><published>2011-01-30T21:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-06T04:39:08.453-08:00</updated><title type='text'>i'm on my way.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;I love you. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I love your hair. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I love your knobby knees.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I love your sausage fingers.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I love your green, green eyes. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I love the creases you get in your face when you smile.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I love how you miss me even if it's just 5 minutes that I'm gone.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I love the way you smile,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And how you laugh right on cue.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Just know that I'm on my way. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm on my way to you. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://img3.visualizeus.com/thumbs/09/06/03/skirt,inspiration,photography,girl,alone,artist,beautiful-e20dca76113edcd5a0332a1626cee0da_h.jpg" id="il_fi" height="499" width="499" style="padding-right: 8px; padding-top: 8px; padding-bottom: 8px; " /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); line-height: 16px; "&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; text-align: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt;And we finally figured out that there's not enough time. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; text-align: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt;There's not enough time in the world.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; text-align: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; text-align: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt;&lt;img class="img" src="http://a5.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc6/hs245.snc6/179357_10150391728250341_741995340_17299227_4042455_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15846817-4425165808664750432?l=thisindependentgirl-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thisindependentgirl-.blogspot.com/feeds/4425165808664750432/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15846817&amp;postID=4425165808664750432' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15846817/posts/default/4425165808664750432'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15846817/posts/default/4425165808664750432'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thisindependentgirl-.blogspot.com/2011/01/im-on-my-way.html' title='i&apos;m on my way.'/><author><name>thisindependentgirl-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17084081857409017385</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_imhvaU33vp0/TBaZ9htZaSI/AAAAAAAAAFU/Pj1tJkdm8TQ/S220/CIMG0110.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15846817.post-5815087768778640148</id><published>2011-01-30T12:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-31T13:11:17.463-08:00</updated><title type='text'>on my way.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  line-height: 14px; font-family:'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif;font-size:11px;"&gt;'If you ever find yourself stuck in the middle of the sea,&lt;br /&gt;I'll sail the world to find you&lt;br /&gt;If you ever find yourself lost in the dark and you can't see,&lt;br /&gt;I'll be the light to guide you'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  line-height: 14px; font-family:'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif;font-size:11px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" line-height: 14px;font-size:11px;"&gt;'We are all a little weird and life's a little weird, and when we find someone whose weirdness is compatible with ours, we join up with them and fall in mutual weirdness and call it love.' &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" line-height: 14px;font-size:11px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" line-height: 14px;font-size:11px;"&gt;Let's think for a moment, about all the people in the world. Are you thinking about them? All 7 billion of those tiny little souls roaming the land, going about their own little business and minding no one else's. But the thing about all those tiny little miniscule beings is that, they are all connected. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" line-height: 14px;font-size:11px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" line-height: 14px;font-size:11px;"&gt;Now this isn't any of that 'Lion King' stuff where the universe goes in cycles and we all go round and round and round and all the animals burst into song at the first drop of a feather. I mean, that might be true but it's a totally different story. So let's get back on track: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" line-height: 14px;font-size:11px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" line-height: 14px;font-size:11px;"&gt;7 billion people in the world, 500 different ethnic groups, 190 countries, 7 continents. Yet, somebody always knows somebody else, who knows somebody and so on and so on. I can't help but wonder if there really are some invisible strings tying us all together l believe that there are some people in this world who you are inexplicably tied to. You may not know it, you won't see it, you probably won't feel it but life just seems a little empty without them. Of course, you wouldn't know why your life was feeling a little bit empty, it'll just feel that way.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" line-height: 14px;font-size:11px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" line-height: 14px;font-size:11px;"&gt;Then there are some people who you undoubtedly know you are tied to. Because all the evidence points towards it: You can't ever leave their side, the sky is just a little bit more dark and gloomy when they're not around and when your heart tugs a little bit at those strings i mentioned earlier, you'll find yourselves together again. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" line-height: 14px;font-size:11px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" line-height: 14px;font-size:11px;"&gt;So if we're all connected, maybe wars shouldn't happen. Maybe floods and earthquakes shouldn't get people down. Because there's not enough time. We should all be looking for those people we are tied to. So that we can spend as much time as possible with the people who we've been missing all our lives. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" line-height: 14px;font-size:11px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" line-height: 14px;font-size:11px;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.desktopscenes.com/Scenes%20from%20Muir%20Woods%20(2003)/Path%20to%20the%20Woods.jpg" id="il_fi" height="480" width="640" style="padding-right: 8px; padding-top: 8px; padding-bottom: 8px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15846817-5815087768778640148?l=thisindependentgirl-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thisindependentgirl-.blogspot.com/feeds/5815087768778640148/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15846817&amp;postID=5815087768778640148' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15846817/posts/default/5815087768778640148'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15846817/posts/default/5815087768778640148'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thisindependentgirl-.blogspot.com/2011/01/on-my-way.html' title='on my way.'/><author><name>thisindependentgirl-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17084081857409017385</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_imhvaU33vp0/TBaZ9htZaSI/AAAAAAAAAFU/Pj1tJkdm8TQ/S220/CIMG0110.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15846817.post-5407960126872064084</id><published>2011-01-29T14:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-06T16:03:40.048-08:00</updated><title type='text'>a mixture of things.</title><content type='html'>Let's all just down a few beers, put on some skirts and just get freakin' wierd. &lt;div&gt;Let's all just dance in the rain, put glow sticks down our shirts and see what it feels like to glow from the inside out. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Shiny, bubbly, gone. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;'When life gets too hard to stand, kneel.' &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;When life gets you down, get up. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Shout, scream, bleed. Let yourself know that you're alive.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;That you can do anything. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Because in the end, all that matters is, you were there.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Never, ever forget.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;To take lots of pictures along the way.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3596/3389058334_1ac9d4dc08.jpg" id="il_fi" height="326" width="500" style="padding-right: 8px; padding-top: 8px; padding-bottom: 8px; " /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img class="rg_hi" id="rg_hi" width="273" height="184" width="273" height="184" style="width:273px;height:184px" src="http://t3.gstatic.com/images?q=tbn:ANd9GcTvdVh7AzMoMtjExul-ZrRa2CwXNC0Jv91A9AUyUK1Fbs1nPvnV" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img class="rg_hi" id="rg_hi" src="http://t1.gstatic.com/images?q=tbn:ANd9GcRqOJODb6tpIaSHs67MERd-tJ01CgMhOrsDuOWJYIulYkuNx22M" width="259" height="194" width="259" height="194" style="width:259px;height:194px" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15846817-5407960126872064084?l=thisindependentgirl-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thisindependentgirl-.blogspot.com/feeds/5407960126872064084/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15846817&amp;postID=5407960126872064084' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15846817/posts/default/5407960126872064084'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15846817/posts/default/5407960126872064084'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thisindependentgirl-.blogspot.com/2011/01/mixture-of-things.html' title='a mixture of things.'/><author><name>thisindependentgirl-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17084081857409017385</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_imhvaU33vp0/TBaZ9htZaSI/AAAAAAAAAFU/Pj1tJkdm8TQ/S220/CIMG0110.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3596/3389058334_1ac9d4dc08_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15846817.post-8887359376096397561</id><published>2011-01-17T00:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-17T00:59:49.190-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Saying it.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  line-height: 14px; font-family:'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif;font-size:11px;"&gt;'‎3 words, 7 letters. Say it and I'm yours.' - Blair Waldorf.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" line-height: 14px;font-size:11px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" line-height: 14px;font-size:11px;"&gt;I always wonder what it'll be like on that special day. You know.. &lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;that&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt; day. The one where you get a boy and a girl and some other people together dressed up all proper. Of course, it's not the other people that matter. It's usually the boy and the girl. Just those 2. It's amazing how only 2 people can create so much magic. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" line-height: 14px;font-size:11px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" line-height: 14px;font-size:11px;"&gt;It's sort of like pixie dust really. It floats in the air, makes you feel like flying a little. Takes you to neverland. Where, instead of never having to grow up, you never have to leave. And then of course, there's the clothes. The big white dress, the roses entwined in hair, the strapping tux, the huge bouquet thoughtlessly thrown into the air, awaiting the next lucky bride-in-waiting. And then of course, the river of champagne, the many tiered cake, the selection of cuisine, all compliments of the 2 lucky birds of course. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" line-height: 14px;font-size:11px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" line-height: 14px;font-size:11px;"&gt;But i'm sure they don't mind. Do they? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" line-height: 14px;font-size:11px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" line-height: 14px;font-size:11px;"&gt;But I think the most important part of the whole shebang, the real crux of the whole matter. It's not the cake, or the dress, or the roses or the people that don't matter. It's that little piece of metal, that little band that fits perfectly around the fourth finger on your left hand. At least 2 are always presented at this kind of ceremony. Some are cheap, some are expensive, some are silver, some gold, some have diamonds, others have pearls, rubies, sapphires and all that jazz. And, (if you're lucky enough), some have words appear on them when you throw them into the fire. But why you would throw something like that into the fire would be anyone's guess. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" line-height: 14px;font-size:11px;"&gt;Whatever it looks like, however much it costs, that little round piece of solid material equates unequivocally to a promise. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" line-height: 14px;font-size:11px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" line-height: 14px;font-size:11px;"&gt;I promise to be there.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" line-height: 14px;font-size:11px;"&gt;I promise to love you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" line-height: 14px;font-size:11px;"&gt;I promise.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" line-height: 14px;font-size:11px;"&gt;I promise. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" line-height: 14px;font-size:11px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" line-height: 14px;font-size:11px;"&gt;Why you ask? Why put so much responsibility onto that one little gesture. Well, that's because, that's a piece of forever. Melted down, cast into stone. So that when it is finally put onto your finger, it is almost as if it is saying 'i will love you forever.'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" line-height: 14px;font-size:11px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" line-height: 14px;font-size:11px;"&gt;Je t'aime pour toujours.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  line-height: 14px; font-family:'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif;font-size:11px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  line-height: 14px; font-family:'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif;font-size:11px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  line-height: 14px; font-family:'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif;font-size:11px;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc1/hs214.snc1/8130_138493861589_512721589_2410558_2099133_n.jpg" width="401" height="604" id="myphoto" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15846817-8887359376096397561?l=thisindependentgirl-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thisindependentgirl-.blogspot.com/feeds/8887359376096397561/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15846817&amp;postID=8887359376096397561' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15846817/posts/default/8887359376096397561'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15846817/posts/default/8887359376096397561'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thisindependentgirl-.blogspot.com/2011/01/saying-it.html' title='Saying it.'/><author><name>thisindependentgirl-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17084081857409017385</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_imhvaU33vp0/TBaZ9htZaSI/AAAAAAAAAFU/Pj1tJkdm8TQ/S220/CIMG0110.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15846817.post-7707892117701296899</id><published>2011-01-13T00:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-17T00:32:26.884-08:00</updated><title type='text'>love.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  line-height: 14px; font-family:'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif;font-size:11px;"&gt;"It is as great a thing to love as it is to be loved. Love is not something that can be wasted." Jem Carstairs.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  line-height: 14px; font-family:'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif;font-size:11px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" line-height: 14px;font-size:11px;"&gt;Let's postulate for a moment, that you love somebody. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" line-height: 14px;font-size:11px;"&gt;Not somebody that you like. Or 'sort of' like. Or, heaven forbid, dislike. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" line-height: 14px;font-size:11px;"&gt;Let's say for a just a tiny second, that you love this person. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" line-height: 14px;font-size:11px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" line-height: 14px;font-size:11px;"&gt;And when I say 'love', i mean it as a 'pretend to like their taste in music' or 'let them have the last chip' or 'die for them' kind of love. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" line-height: 14px;font-size:11px;"&gt;Not superficial. Not artificial. Not temporary, but forever. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" line-height: 14px;font-size:11px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" line-height: 14px;font-size:11px;"&gt;Now say you love them. If that kind of awesome love is even conceivable to that squishy little brain of yours. Love. Love. Love. It fills you up and holds you down so that you kinda feel like a balloon, full of helium and floating up to the stratosphere but not, because you're tethered to a metal pole somewhere. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" line-height: 14px;font-size:11px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" line-height: 14px;font-size:11px;"&gt;Love. It ain't just nothing. It's everything. It fills every nook, every cranny, every bamboozled crack in this messed-up world and glues all the pieces together so that we can see the picture clearly. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" line-height: 14px;font-size:11px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" line-height: 14px;font-size:11px;"&gt;Love. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" line-height: 14px;font-size:11px;"&gt;Amore.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" line-height: 14px;font-size:11px;"&gt;Ai.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" line-height: 14px;font-size:11px;"&gt;Lyubit.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" line-height: 14px;font-size:11px;"&gt;Love.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" line-height: 14px;font-size:11px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" line-height: 14px;font-size:11px;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://keturahweathers.theworldrace.org/blogphotos/theworldrace/keturahweathers/love2.jpg" id="il_fi" height="480" width="640" style="padding-right: 8px; padding-top: 8px; padding-bottom: 8px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15846817-7707892117701296899?l=thisindependentgirl-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thisindependentgirl-.blogspot.com/feeds/7707892117701296899/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15846817&amp;postID=7707892117701296899' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15846817/posts/default/7707892117701296899'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15846817/posts/default/7707892117701296899'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thisindependentgirl-.blogspot.com/2011/01/love.html' title='love.'/><author><name>thisindependentgirl-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17084081857409017385</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_imhvaU33vp0/TBaZ9htZaSI/AAAAAAAAAFU/Pj1tJkdm8TQ/S220/CIMG0110.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15846817.post-9175837004134913845</id><published>2010-12-25T22:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-13T01:14:16.583-08:00</updated><title type='text'>the breakup.</title><content type='html'>There's a little something I always do when I lose.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I go over every minute detail.&lt;br /&gt;I go over each one, in careful scrutiny.&lt;br /&gt;over.&lt;br /&gt;and over.&lt;br /&gt;and over.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Replaying every moment in my head.&lt;br /&gt;Seeing where I went wrong.&lt;br /&gt;And before reality begins to kick in, I deny it.&lt;br /&gt;Everything: that everything was perfect. that we were meant for each other. that i always believed in us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because, even if I didn't do anything wrong. It's all my fault. I'm broken. I'm hurt. and because I can take it.&lt;br /&gt;I take it all.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15846817-9175837004134913845?l=thisindependentgirl-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thisindependentgirl-.blogspot.com/feeds/9175837004134913845/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15846817&amp;postID=9175837004134913845' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15846817/posts/default/9175837004134913845'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15846817/posts/default/9175837004134913845'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thisindependentgirl-.blogspot.com/2010/12/breakup.html' title='the breakup.'/><author><name>thisindependentgirl-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17084081857409017385</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_imhvaU33vp0/TBaZ9htZaSI/AAAAAAAAAFU/Pj1tJkdm8TQ/S220/CIMG0110.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15846817.post-324042704039150709</id><published>2010-11-26T03:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-26T04:02:01.173-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The blank canvas.</title><content type='html'>Stella was like a blank canvas. So clean and white that she showed all the promise that a white sheet of paper could give to any one of us. Bright sunny yellow and fiery orange; pale, soft, creamy pastels; dark and stormy greys. Anything could happen. But nothing ever did. Stella floated through life, like a blank canvas, being passed from person to person. None of them ever deciding what to do with it. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Stella was a girl who was 17 years old. As she left high school behind and faced the big wide world ahead, she decided that there were 5 things she wanted to experience before deciding that she, Stella Martin, was no longer 'a blank canvas'.   &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Number 1: Find her first true love.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Number 2: Find out her favourite colour&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Number 3: To find out her favourite place. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Number 4: To find the most delicious thing she had ever tasted. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And lastly,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Number 5: To witness something truly amazing. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;28th of May 2004: As Stella reached for her violin she tripped over a piece of cleaning cloth that a flute player had left behind. 'flute players..' she muttered as she reached for her violin again and grabbed her books. It was the first day of the music program her parents had enrolled her in for the summer. As a typical girl at university, Stella was ordinary. But at music camps like these, she was legendary. She was the youngest violinist in the orchestra and had already been promoted to first desk by the 2nd practice session. Her fingers danced across the fingerboard faster than any eye could follow and the music she called on could only have come from a higher place. As she took her place at the front of the orchestra, she looked to her left, and there sitting on a chair next to her, was a guy called Peter. 'Hi, My name's Peter.' And just like that, Task Number 1 was complete. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15846817-324042704039150709?l=thisindependentgirl-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thisindependentgirl-.blogspot.com/feeds/324042704039150709/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15846817&amp;postID=324042704039150709' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15846817/posts/default/324042704039150709'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15846817/posts/default/324042704039150709'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thisindependentgirl-.blogspot.com/2010/11/blank-canvas.html' title='The blank canvas.'/><author><name>thisindependentgirl-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17084081857409017385</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_imhvaU33vp0/TBaZ9htZaSI/AAAAAAAAAFU/Pj1tJkdm8TQ/S220/CIMG0110.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15846817.post-232630563919329019</id><published>2010-11-19T17:51:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-19T17:56:01.547-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Take me home.</title><content type='html'>You know you're homesick when after exams are over, &lt;div&gt;all you want to do is leave everything. &lt;div&gt;Hop on a train and go home. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So you can sleep in your own bed.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Kiss your mum goodnight.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And wake up in your bedroom,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;When the sun rises. &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/15846817-232630563919329019?l=thisindependentgirl-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thisindependentgirl-.blogspot.com/feeds/232630563919329019/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15846817&amp;postID=232630563919329019' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15846817/posts/default/232630563919329019'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15846817/posts/default/232630563919329019'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thisindependentgirl-.blogspot.com/2010/11/take-me-home.html' title='Take me home.'/><author><name>thisindependentgirl-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17084081857409017385</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_imhvaU33vp0/TBaZ9htZaSI/AAAAAAAAAFU/Pj1tJkdm8TQ/S220/CIMG0110.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15846817.post-2619425806531047867</id><published>2010-10-18T06:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-18T06:52:07.334-07:00</updated><title type='text'>You.</title><content type='html'>&lt;i&gt;Promise me you'll always remember. You're braver than you believe, and stronger than you seem, and smarter than you think.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You. You make my breath stop. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You make the sun appear.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You give me strength. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You could have any girl. Any time. Any one. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But you don't want any. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;In the face of Love, you choose God. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So I can't hold you back.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I can't get in your way. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Because you're too good for me. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And me, I'm just like any other sinner. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;img src="http://static.desktopnexus.com/thumbnails/221131-bigthumbnail.jpg" id="il_fi" height="281" width="450" /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;From sunsets and fields of flowers. To nightmares and tall dark towers. &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;img src="http://xf0.xanga.com/eb91662249436258789619/z188870076.jpg" id="il_fi" height="400" width="285" /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;I used to believe in forever, but forever's too good to be true.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;img src="http://xe3.xanga.com/9d58517014c18259912012/z207001320.jpg" id="il_fi" height="295" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;Promise me you'll never forget me because if I thought you would, I'd never leave. &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15846817-2619425806531047867?l=thisindependentgirl-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thisindependentgirl-.blogspot.com/feeds/2619425806531047867/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15846817&amp;postID=2619425806531047867' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15846817/posts/default/2619425806531047867'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15846817/posts/default/2619425806531047867'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thisindependentgirl-.blogspot.com/2010/10/you.html' title='You.'/><author><name>thisindependentgirl-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17084081857409017385</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_imhvaU33vp0/TBaZ9htZaSI/AAAAAAAAAFU/Pj1tJkdm8TQ/S220/CIMG0110.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15846817.post-6959510737382822030</id><published>2010-09-26T23:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-26T23:15:16.787-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Nightmares.</title><content type='html'>This is a dream right? Tell me it's a dream. Tell me it's not real. Tell me I'm really back home, and  all I have to do is open my eyes and you'll be right next to me and everything will be okay. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;'Cause like you said. This is it, this is life. And I'm in love with you. I think that's the only thing that I've been sure of my entire life. And I know I'm really messed up right now and there's a lot of stuff I have to work out. But I don't want to spend anymore of my life without you in it. &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3091/3144643149_fc92f0e17a.jpg" id="il_fi" height="500" width="493" /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15846817-6959510737382822030?l=thisindependentgirl-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thisindependentgirl-.blogspot.com/feeds/6959510737382822030/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15846817&amp;postID=6959510737382822030' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15846817/posts/default/6959510737382822030'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15846817/posts/default/6959510737382822030'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thisindependentgirl-.blogspot.com/2010/09/nightmares.html' title='Nightmares.'/><author><name>thisindependentgirl-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17084081857409017385</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_imhvaU33vp0/TBaZ9htZaSI/AAAAAAAAAFU/Pj1tJkdm8TQ/S220/CIMG0110.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3091/3144643149_fc92f0e17a_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15846817.post-8880091553612832364</id><published>2010-09-11T03:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-11T03:53:05.090-07:00</updated><title type='text'>coach carter.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Lucida Grande', sans-serif; font-size: 14px; color: rgb(17, 17, 17); line-height: 16px; "&gt;Our deepest fear is not that we are inadequate. Our deepest fear is that we are powerful beyond measure.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"    style="font-family:'Lucida Grande', sans-serif;font-size:130%;color:#111111;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 14px; line-height: 16px;"&gt;It is our light, not our darkness that most frightens us.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"    style="font-family:'Lucida Grande', sans-serif;font-size:130%;color:#111111;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 14px; line-height: 16px;"&gt;Your playing small does not serve the world, there is nothing enlightened about shrinking so that other people won't feel insecure around you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"    style="font-family:'Lucida Grande', sans-serif;font-size:130%;color:#111111;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 14px; line-height: 16px;"&gt;We were all meant to shine as children do. It's not just in some of us, it's in everyone.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"    style="font-family:'Lucida Grande', sans-serif;font-size:130%;color:#111111;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 14px; line-height: 16px;"&gt;And as we let our own light shine, we unconsciously give other people permission to do the same.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"    style="font-family:'Lucida Grande', sans-serif;font-size:130%;color:#111111;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 14px; line-height: 16px;"&gt;As we are liberated from our own fear, our presence automatically liberates others. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"    style="font-family:'Lucida Grande', sans-serif;font-size:130%;color:#111111;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 14px; line-height: 16px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"    style="font-family:'Lucida Grande', sans-serif;font-size:130%;color:#111111;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 14px; line-height: 16px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"    style="font-family:'Lucida Grande', sans-serif;font-size:7;color:#111111;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 25px; line-height: 21px;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.impawards.com/2005/posters/coach_carter.jpg" alt="Coach Carter Poster" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15846817-8880091553612832364?l=thisindependentgirl-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thisindependentgirl-.blogspot.com/feeds/8880091553612832364/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15846817&amp;postID=8880091553612832364' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15846817/posts/default/8880091553612832364'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15846817/posts/default/8880091553612832364'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thisindependentgirl-.blogspot.com/2010/09/coach-carter.html' title='coach carter.'/><author><name>thisindependentgirl-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17084081857409017385</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_imhvaU33vp0/TBaZ9htZaSI/AAAAAAAAAFU/Pj1tJkdm8TQ/S220/CIMG0110.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15846817.post-4355760152698209503</id><published>2010-09-08T15:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-08T15:51:48.552-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm in the mood for curling up in bed, locking myself away and falling asleep with a book in my hand.</title><content type='html'>Dear G, &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The sky today is overcast and stormy. My absolute favourite. I'm in the mood for curling up in my bed, locking my door and falling asleep with a book in my hand. Throwing away everything that matters. Hanging on to myself. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;In the past few days, I've learnt that the world is crazy, ruthless and hard. And knowing that, I don't know why nobody would want to know you. Why nobody would want something larger than life to believe in. Because, what makes life worth living? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:Georgia, serif;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 16px; font-weight: normal;"&gt;Once, a really wise man, E.E cummings said:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); "&gt;&lt;span class="highlight" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-weight: bold; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; background-image: none; background-repeat: initial; background-attachment: initial; -webkit-background-clip: initial; -webkit-background-origin: initial; background-color: initial; border-top-style: none; border-right-style: none; border-bottom-style: none; border-left-style: none; border-width: initial; border-color: initial; background-position: initial initial; "&gt;"To be nobody but yourself in a world which is doing it's best, night and day, to make you everybody else, means to fight the hardest battle, which any human being can fight, and never stop fighting&lt;/span&gt;."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"    style="font-family:'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif;font-size:100%;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Now aint that hard? My only comfort is knowing that one day, I'll see you again. And that you're in control. That you love me no matter what. That I'm going to survive it all. Because, without you, Life isn't worth living. Why.. life wouldn't be life at all. It'd be a ghostly memory of what it could be. What many people today, thinks it is. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;People go through life finding some purpose, but I think my purpose is to love you and fear you and do all the things you want me to do. For your glory. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Because heck, you died for me. you died for all of us. And with your death, you brought life. Our lives. Eternally. Forever. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So this is another letter from me to you. Thanking you for holding me up in this crazy whirlwind of a world. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yours now and forever.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;x M &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15846817-4355760152698209503?l=thisindependentgirl-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thisindependentgirl-.blogspot.com/feeds/4355760152698209503/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15846817&amp;postID=4355760152698209503' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15846817/posts/default/4355760152698209503'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15846817/posts/default/4355760152698209503'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thisindependentgirl-.blogspot.com/2010/09/im-in-mood-for-curling-up-in-bed.html' title='I&apos;m in the mood for curling up in bed, locking myself away and falling asleep with a book in my hand.'/><author><name>thisindependentgirl-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17084081857409017385</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_imhvaU33vp0/TBaZ9htZaSI/AAAAAAAAAFU/Pj1tJkdm8TQ/S220/CIMG0110.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15846817.post-5401831404827480219</id><published>2010-08-30T19:49:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-30T19:54:51.504-07:00</updated><title type='text'>yeah.</title><content type='html'>I'm crying because my heart's broken. &lt;div&gt;It's been broken ever since I grew up. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's been broken way before i met you. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You just added that one little crack that will make it irreparable. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;that will make it broken forever. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sometimes, I think of crying some more, because somehow, along with all the tears that wash out of me, I hope that the thought of you will too. But the more I cry, the more empty I feel, the more it seems like I care. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You took my breath away when I met you. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You still take my breath away now. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I can't talk to you for fear of falling in this pit all over again. I'm just reaching the surface. I'm almost there. Seeing you everyday, makes me slide down further. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So when or if I ever talk to you again, at least you'll know. You'll know that it's all over. That it doesn't mean anything anymore. Even though, my heart is still with you. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You took out my emotions and replaced them with knifes. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And now I step precariously around my heart, hoping it doesn't crumble, hoping everything will hold together. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Amongst all of this emotion, I know one that rings true right now. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm not over you. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I don't know how to get over you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You scare me so much it makes me wanna lock myself away and not come out. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Why you ask? I don't think anybody knows the reason. I know I don't. Maybe it's because you swept me off my feet even though you didn't bother catching me.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15846817-5401831404827480219?l=thisindependentgirl-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thisindependentgirl-.blogspot.com/feeds/5401831404827480219/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15846817&amp;postID=5401831404827480219' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15846817/posts/default/5401831404827480219'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15846817/posts/default/5401831404827480219'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thisindependentgirl-.blogspot.com/2010/08/yeah.html' title='yeah.'/><author><name>thisindependentgirl-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17084081857409017385</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_imhvaU33vp0/TBaZ9htZaSI/AAAAAAAAAFU/Pj1tJkdm8TQ/S220/CIMG0110.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15846817.post-7596058491641706218</id><published>2010-08-24T15:30:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-24T15:34:39.203-07:00</updated><title type='text'>treasures.</title><content type='html'>I think sometimes, &lt;div&gt;we need that one other person. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The one other person who doesn't know your heart. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Who doesn't know your secrets. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then tell them everything.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Open up the treasure chest. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Show them the gems, and the shards of glass and the rocks and the sand. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Expose it all. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tell them to take some away.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;To share it with you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So that it's not all yours. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Because you can't handle the weight. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Because you can't keep it anymore. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It'll take courage.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It'll take trust.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It'll take imagination. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But sometimes, we need that one other person. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The outsider.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The alien. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;To take everything away. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;To leave only a little behind. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So that we, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;our hearts,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;our spirits, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;can start anew. &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15846817-7596058491641706218?l=thisindependentgirl-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thisindependentgirl-.blogspot.com/feeds/7596058491641706218/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15846817&amp;postID=7596058491641706218' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15846817/posts/default/7596058491641706218'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15846817/posts/default/7596058491641706218'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thisindependentgirl-.blogspot.com/2010/08/treasures.html' title='treasures.'/><author><name>thisindependentgirl-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17084081857409017385</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_imhvaU33vp0/TBaZ9htZaSI/AAAAAAAAAFU/Pj1tJkdm8TQ/S220/CIMG0110.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15846817.post-912613448358444593</id><published>2010-08-22T22:26:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-22T22:38:22.591-07:00</updated><title type='text'>insanity.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;insanity.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;going mad. going crazy. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;losing hope.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;feeling it slip away from you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;like water through a sieve. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;flowing.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;unrelentless.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;unstoppable. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;you said it all when you said goodbye.&lt;div&gt;it was right there in your eyes. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;telling me you didn't care. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;When we sat next to each other,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I could almost touch the emptiness inside of you. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;a big black nothing. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;that swallows up all your courage.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;all your pride. all your trust. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;all that's yours. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i kept feeling your heart break. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;over and over. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;like running yourself into a brick wall. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and expecting not to get hurt. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;insanity.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;doing the same thing over and over again and expecting different results. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;insanity. &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;us. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;insanity.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15846817-912613448358444593?l=thisindependentgirl-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thisindependentgirl-.blogspot.com/feeds/912613448358444593/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15846817&amp;postID=912613448358444593' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15846817/posts/default/912613448358444593'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15846817/posts/default/912613448358444593'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thisindependentgirl-.blogspot.com/2010/08/insanity.html' title='insanity.'/><author><name>thisindependentgirl-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17084081857409017385</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_imhvaU33vp0/TBaZ9htZaSI/AAAAAAAAAFU/Pj1tJkdm8TQ/S220/CIMG0110.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15846817.post-1489477382184283823</id><published>2010-08-21T17:12:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-21T17:18:17.560-07:00</updated><title type='text'>regret.</title><content type='html'>Sometimes, you have to give thanks for what you have. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;There are people in this world, who have nothing. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;People in this world, who don't know if they're gonna live to see another day. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;There are people in this world, who you can't even imagine are living the way they are. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Alone.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Helpless. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Bare. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Losing a friendship like this, it hurts now. But think of all the other people who are hurting in this world. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Lovers. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Children. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Outcasts. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The people who have fallen through the cracks. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Remember when you wanted to help these people? Isn't that why you're doing what you're doing? Remember that. Remember your mission. Live it. Breathe it in. The possibility of bringing hope for others outweighs any hope that you have left for yourself. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This is your mission. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ready.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Set. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Go. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://blogs.saschina.org/pudongtok/files/2010/01/africa_poverty-383x480.png" id="il_fi" height="480" width="383" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15846817-1489477382184283823?l=thisindependentgirl-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thisindependentgirl-.blogspot.com/feeds/1489477382184283823/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15846817&amp;postID=1489477382184283823' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15846817/posts/default/1489477382184283823'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15846817/posts/default/1489477382184283823'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thisindependentgirl-.blogspot.com/2010/08/regret.html' title='regret.'/><author><name>thisindependentgirl-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17084081857409017385</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_imhvaU33vp0/TBaZ9htZaSI/AAAAAAAAAFU/Pj1tJkdm8TQ/S220/CIMG0110.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15846817.post-8907057923673037608</id><published>2010-08-20T15:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-20T16:05:37.854-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The one letter for that one guy.</title><content type='html'>Dear A, &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You asked me when I started liking you. So here's my answer. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I started liking you the moment I saw you. The way you looked at me as I walked into the room. The way you asked D- to introduce us. The way you looked in that white shirt of yours. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I started liking you the moment I saw you. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But I thought nothing of it. I didn't want to listen to my own thoughts because I felt that my dreams mattered more. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;To compound the matter, my friends told me that you were creepy, weird, arrogant and distasteful. I stopped myself then. No more. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then you started talking to me. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And you weren't like that at all. You were nice, sweet, funny. People kept saying stuff about you. Stuff that I thought was bad and horrible. For example, remember that time? when you said that thing? that made that person kinda upset? I'm getting off topic. But my point is. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;I liked you anyway&lt;/i&gt;. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Once you started talking to me, that was it. 5 days later, I told you. It wasn't supposed to come out that way. All rushed, and clumsy. I wanted to tell you in person but I didn't know how. Seeing you made my voice freeze. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;5 days, that's all it took. 5 days for me to fall for you.&lt;/i&gt; But i've gotta say, out of all the boys i've liked and dated, you're the one I fell for the most. Hell, I fell for you hard. Hell, I don't even know if I can get up again. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My point you're asking? I like you A. I really do. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Love, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;K &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15846817-8907057923673037608?l=thisindependentgirl-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thisindependentgirl-.blogspot.com/feeds/8907057923673037608/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15846817&amp;postID=8907057923673037608' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15846817/posts/default/8907057923673037608'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15846817/posts/default/8907057923673037608'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thisindependentgirl-.blogspot.com/2010/08/one-letter-for-that-one-guy.html' title='The one letter for that one guy.'/><author><name>thisindependentgirl-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17084081857409017385</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_imhvaU33vp0/TBaZ9htZaSI/AAAAAAAAAFU/Pj1tJkdm8TQ/S220/CIMG0110.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15846817.post-3373286701974038759</id><published>2010-08-16T06:51:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-16T06:53:38.624-07:00</updated><title type='text'>enough is enough.</title><content type='html'>how do you know when enough is enough? &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;when you look at yourself in the mirror, do you see the person who was born however many years ago?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;or do you see a mars bar, with it's wrapper undone, nibbled away till the very last crumb of chocolate. fragile, smooth, broken. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;when we pass our hearts on to others, each person takes a bite out of our being. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;we're being chipped away. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;carved. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;perfected. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;moulded into something that we have no control over. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;when you decide to give your heart to someone. think about your mars bar. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;how much chocolate can you spare to give? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15846817-3373286701974038759?l=thisindependentgirl-.blogspot.com' alt='' 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src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_imhvaU33vp0/TBaZ9htZaSI/AAAAAAAAAFU/Pj1tJkdm8TQ/S220/CIMG0110.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15846817.post-1239421001715275935</id><published>2010-08-14T19:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-14T19:59:57.514-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sweet.</title><content type='html'>When you say someone's sweet, what does that mean? &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;is it because they're full of sucrose and if you tolerate too much of them it'll make you fat? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;or is it because after having them, you're filled with a satisfied feeling, you get a wave of something other than life itself. you want more and more until you can't have any. because you're too big to fit the dimensions of the world. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i'm in a bad mood. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;sorry. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img class="rg_hi" id="rg_hi" width="194" height="259" width="194" height="259" style="width:194px;height:259px" src="http://t0.gstatic.com/images?q=tbn:ANd9GcSSMzzilTH6nUvBYaFdbkoaodP0KtOL2ozt0b3kmlRcuQENWfA&amp;amp;t=1&amp;amp;usg=__4ft0Q_z_23sYvnIKuuadS_FGl3k=" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15846817-1239421001715275935?l=thisindependentgirl-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thisindependentgirl-.blogspot.com/feeds/1239421001715275935/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15846817&amp;postID=1239421001715275935' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15846817/posts/default/1239421001715275935'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15846817/posts/default/1239421001715275935'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thisindependentgirl-.blogspot.com/2010/08/sweet.html' title='Sweet.'/><author><name>thisindependentgirl-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17084081857409017385</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_imhvaU33vp0/TBaZ9htZaSI/AAAAAAAAAFU/Pj1tJkdm8TQ/S220/CIMG0110.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15846817.post-7192967743152372432</id><published>2010-08-09T04:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-09T04:27:56.468-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Grandfather.</title><content type='html'>Do you want to know &lt;div&gt;What I think about.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Everyday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Do you want to know &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;What I want.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Every moment. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;What I hope for. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Every second. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Do you wanna know why &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I can get up in the morning &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;All alone,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;In this &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Room.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;Because i keep thinking you're just around the next corner. &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I have this dream&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;That one day &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm going to look out the window, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And there you are. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Smiling &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;At &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Like you never left. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Like all that grief&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;was washed away.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;With all the tears&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I ever &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Cried&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;For&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then you take me in your arms, and hug me in the rain. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then take me up to heaven. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And erase all my pain. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Like pencil marks on paper. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Like dust on a table.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Like a breath &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;In the wind.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We're gone. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://nbpf.org/images/girlWindow.jpg" id="il_fi" height="146" width="220" /&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/15846817-7192967743152372432?l=thisindependentgirl-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thisindependentgirl-.blogspot.com/feeds/7192967743152372432/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15846817&amp;postID=7192967743152372432' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15846817/posts/default/7192967743152372432'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15846817/posts/default/7192967743152372432'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thisindependentgirl-.blogspot.com/2010/08/grandfather.html' title='Grandfather.'/><author><name>thisindependentgirl-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17084081857409017385</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_imhvaU33vp0/TBaZ9htZaSI/AAAAAAAAAFU/Pj1tJkdm8TQ/S220/CIMG0110.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15846817.post-6160059165926143816</id><published>2010-08-08T14:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-08T15:04:42.651-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Like a hole in my heart.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Lucida Grande', sans-serif; font-size: 25px; color: rgb(17, 17, 17); line-height: 21px; "&gt;I am tired, beloved, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Lucida Grande', sans-serif; font-size: 25px; color: rgb(17, 17, 17); line-height: 21px; "&gt;Of chafing my heart against the want of you;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Lucida Grande', sans-serif; font-size: 25px; color: rgb(17, 17, 17); line-height: 21px; "&gt;Of squeezing it into little inkdrops, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Lucida Grande', sans-serif; font-size: 25px; color: rgb(17, 17, 17); line-height: 21px; "&gt;And posting it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Lucida Grande', sans-serif; color: rgb(17, 17, 17); line-height: 21px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;(Amy Lowell, The Letter) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"    style="font-family:'Lucida Grande', sans-serif;font-size:7;color:#111111;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 25px; line-height: 21px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:'Lucida Grande', sans-serif;color:#111111;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 21px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;i miss you like hell.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:'Lucida Grande', sans-serif;color:#111111;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium; line-height: 21px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:'Lucida Grande', sans-serif;color:#111111;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 21px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt; &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: Georgia, serif; line-height: normal; font-size: 16px; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.djibnet.com/photo/173503843-couple-in-the-rain-remaster-2.jpg" id="il_fi" height="500" width="333" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: georgia, 'bookman old style', 'palatino linotype', 'book antiqua', palatino, 'trebuchet ms', helvetica, garamond, sans-serif, arial, verdana, 'avante garde', 'century gothic', 'comic sans ms', times, 'times new roman', serif; font-size: medium; border-collapse: collapse; color: rgb(51, 0, 0); "&gt;I think we dream so we don't have to be apart so long.  If we're in each other's dreams, we can play together all night. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: georgia, 'bookman old style', 'palatino linotype', 'book antiqua', palatino, 'trebuchet ms', helvetica, garamond, sans-serif, arial, verdana, 'avante garde', 'century gothic', 'comic sans ms', times, 'times new roman', serif; border-collapse: collapse; color: rgb(51, 0, 0); "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;(Bill Watterson, Calvin and Hobbes)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15846817-6160059165926143816?l=thisindependentgirl-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thisindependentgirl-.blogspot.com/feeds/6160059165926143816/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15846817&amp;postID=6160059165926143816' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15846817/posts/default/6160059165926143816'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15846817/posts/default/6160059165926143816'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thisindependentgirl-.blogspot.com/2010/08/like-hole-in-my-heart.html' title='Like a hole in my heart.'/><author><name>thisindependentgirl-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17084081857409017385</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_imhvaU33vp0/TBaZ9htZaSI/AAAAAAAAAFU/Pj1tJkdm8TQ/S220/CIMG0110.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15846817.post-114315952186739492</id><published>2010-08-01T16:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-01T16:18:57.629-07:00</updated><title type='text'>dear john.</title><content type='html'>&lt;i&gt;Tell me everything, write it all down. That way, we'll be with each other all the time, even if we're not with each other at all. &lt;/i&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;It's a full moon here tonight, which makes me think of you, half a world away. &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I can't think of any reason why fate has made it this way. But I can think of a million reasons why we should hold on. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;my life without you has no meaning.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;i miss you so much it hurts.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;Love, &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;Always. &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;img class="rg_hi" id="rg_hi" width="201" height="251" width="201" height="251" style="width:201px;height:251px" src="http://t1.gstatic.com/images?q=tbn:ANd9GcStB24vSBda-r1SEBVbCmpLl22Pw3dsFwln5IvDv47wnHEDMUI&amp;amp;t=1&amp;amp;usg=__1WBChZi31CPxfh8pZbMsDvq0nGc=" /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15846817-114315952186739492?l=thisindependentgirl-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thisindependentgirl-.blogspot.com/feeds/114315952186739492/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15846817&amp;postID=114315952186739492' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15846817/posts/default/114315952186739492'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15846817/posts/default/114315952186739492'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thisindependentgirl-.blogspot.com/2010/08/dear-john.html' title='dear john.'/><author><name>thisindependentgirl-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17084081857409017385</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_imhvaU33vp0/TBaZ9htZaSI/AAAAAAAAAFU/Pj1tJkdm8TQ/S220/CIMG0110.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15846817.post-2703557298160023252</id><published>2010-07-28T14:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-28T14:51:22.706-07:00</updated><title type='text'>you can't do that.</title><content type='html'>&lt;i&gt;when someone throws you in the deep end, all you can do is swim and hope to God that you're going the right way. &lt;/i&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;img style="-webkit-user-select: none" src="http://www.vesel.info/wordpress/f_pics/underwater/underwater-45.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;Cause like you said, this is it. This is life. And I'm in love with you. I think that's the only thing I've ever been sure of in my entire life. And i'm really messed up right now, and I've got a whole lot of stuff I have to work out, but I don't want to waste any more of my life without you in it. &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;img src="http://i165.photobucket.com/albums/u76/mjwag78/HoldingHands.jpg" id="il_fi" height="287" width="359" /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;As I stared watching him. Slow, steady, calm. I realised that there was someone better for me. Someone who would make me even more happy. Someone I wouldn't mind spending the rest of my life with. You. &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;img src="http://murphyjewelers.com/blog/wp-content/uploads/2010/03/20proposal-450.jpg" id="il_fi" height="450" width="300" /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;She was beautiful in that quiet way that lonely, unnoticed people are beautiful to those who notice them. &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;img src="http://s3.images.com/huge.89.448086.JPG" id="il_fi" height="305" width="450" /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15846817-2703557298160023252?l=thisindependentgirl-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thisindependentgirl-.blogspot.com/feeds/2703557298160023252/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15846817&amp;postID=2703557298160023252' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15846817/posts/default/2703557298160023252'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15846817/posts/default/2703557298160023252'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thisindependentgirl-.blogspot.com/2010/07/you-cant-do-that.html' title='you can&apos;t do that.'/><author><name>thisindependentgirl-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17084081857409017385</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_imhvaU33vp0/TBaZ9htZaSI/AAAAAAAAAFU/Pj1tJkdm8TQ/S220/CIMG0110.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15846817.post-5846442442922121351</id><published>2010-07-23T22:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-23T22:23:07.262-07:00</updated><title type='text'>thoughts.</title><content type='html'>i lay there frozen, unmoving, thoughtful. &lt;div&gt;i thought about the life, the universe, the knowledge. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;the friends, the family, the strangers. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and the curiosity&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and the fate, that won't let go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i lay there frozen, unmoving, thoughtful. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;cold, unforgiving, breathless. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;in that moment between sleeping and waking.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;between dawn and sunrise.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;between love and lust.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;between jealousy and hate. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i lay there. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;my memories filtering through my eyes. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;like water through a sieve.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;unrelenting. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;smooth. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;meaningless. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i stared &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and waited. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;until it was time to get up. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="-webkit-user-select: none" src="http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1044/542924312_fd0f3c488f.jpg" /&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/15846817-5846442442922121351?l=thisindependentgirl-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thisindependentgirl-.blogspot.com/feeds/5846442442922121351/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15846817&amp;postID=5846442442922121351' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15846817/posts/default/5846442442922121351'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15846817/posts/default/5846442442922121351'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thisindependentgirl-.blogspot.com/2010/07/thoughts.html' title='thoughts.'/><author><name>thisindependentgirl-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17084081857409017385</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_imhvaU33vp0/TBaZ9htZaSI/AAAAAAAAAFU/Pj1tJkdm8TQ/S220/CIMG0110.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1044/542924312_fd0f3c488f_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15846817.post-7443833541079177893</id><published>2010-07-22T16:15:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-22T16:18:06.475-07:00</updated><title type='text'>life and love.</title><content type='html'>&lt;i&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;img src="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc3/hs398.snc3/24177_387811117152_702972152_3861294_7229574_n.jpg" width="478" height="720" id="myphoto" /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Cause like you said, this is it. This is life. And I'm in love with you. I think that's the only thing that I've ever really been sure of. And I'm really messed up right now. and I got a whole lot of stuff I have to work out, but I don't want to waste any more of my life without you in it. &lt;/i&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15846817-7443833541079177893?l=thisindependentgirl-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thisindependentgirl-.blogspot.com/feeds/7443833541079177893/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15846817&amp;postID=7443833541079177893' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15846817/posts/default/7443833541079177893'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15846817/posts/default/7443833541079177893'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thisindependentgirl-.blogspot.com/2010/07/life-and-love.html' title='life and love.'/><author><name>thisindependentgirl-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17084081857409017385</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_imhvaU33vp0/TBaZ9htZaSI/AAAAAAAAAFU/Pj1tJkdm8TQ/S220/CIMG0110.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15846817.post-9135298688576238882</id><published>2010-07-22T15:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-22T16:14:09.399-07:00</updated><title type='text'>shivering.</title><content type='html'>&lt;i&gt;i'm shaking uncontrollably. waiting for you to come and save me. &lt;/i&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;&lt;img src="webkit-fake-url://6383FB52-979F-4E8A-838F-DCE0F8468308/spaceball.gif" alt="spaceball.gif" /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 16px; "&gt;&lt;img style="-webkit-user-select: none" src="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/167/484697740_96455b74c1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 16px; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 16px; "&gt;it's one thing to be scared. but it's another thing to get up again. face uncertainty in the behind and say 'get stuffed.' or 'i hate you' or 'begone'. Theatricality has no meaning. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 16px; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 16px; "&gt;it's a matter of saving someone else, or saving yourself. it's a matter of self-preservation and sacrifice. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 16px; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 16px; "&gt;But sometimes, you're stuck in a rut. You can't move forward. You can't move back. Life's got you hammered into place. Fate's got you by the throat and won't let go. You're digging your own hole and you can't stop. Until someone comes by, and pulls you out. Wraps arms around you like a big, warm blanket and won't let go. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 16px; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:Georgia, serif;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 16px;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;it'll be okay. because in the end it has to be. and when the sky crashes down, know that you'll be drenched in blue, and this is not a catastrophe. &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:Georgia, serif;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 16px;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 16px; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font: normal normal normal 12px/normal Helvetica; display: inline !important; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 16px; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font: normal normal normal 12px/normal Helvetica; display: inline !important; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:Georgia, serif;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 16px;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;img id="imageMain" style="margin-top:45px;margin-left:0px;" alt="View Image" title="View Full Size Image" width="250" height="167" src="http://www.orangefrogstudio.com/files/images/IMG_6604p-bwRiely-Jen-Willard-kids-2006-02-09.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:Georgia, serif;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 16px;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15846817-9135298688576238882?l=thisindependentgirl-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thisindependentgirl-.blogspot.com/feeds/9135298688576238882/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15846817&amp;postID=9135298688576238882' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15846817/posts/default/9135298688576238882'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15846817/posts/default/9135298688576238882'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thisindependentgirl-.blogspot.com/2010/07/shivering.html' title='shivering.'/><author><name>thisindependentgirl-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17084081857409017385</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_imhvaU33vp0/TBaZ9htZaSI/AAAAAAAAAFU/Pj1tJkdm8TQ/S220/CIMG0110.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm1.static.flickr.com/167/484697740_96455b74c1_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15846817.post-7130506947698637588</id><published>2010-07-05T14:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-05T14:16:50.240-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Lord God Almighty.</title><content type='html'>&lt;i&gt;Shout to the Lord &lt;/i&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;All the Earth let us sing. &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;Power and majesty praise to the King.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;Mountains bow down and the seas will roar &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;At the sound of your name. &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I've lost my way. My heart is empty and I can't find my way home. Last night, I prayed and prayed and suddenly I felt it creep back into my heart. My life. My soul. My faith. It's there now, I can feel it. And hopefully, I won't ever forget again that the Lord is the love of my life and the best thing that's ever happened to me. Hopefully, I won't forget and empty my heart. I want to be alive. I want to feel. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I tried calling my bestfriend but he was with his girlfriend last night. I understand. I forgive him. But that's what scares me the most. I know that everything he does to hurt me.. I'll forgive him. I'll find some way of putting the blame on somebody else.. something else.. me.. But the thing I'm more afraid of.. is that one day, he'll do something so hurtful that I won't be able to find it in my heart to forgive him. And he'll be lost forever. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;... I really need to talk to him. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;The scars you bear are the signs of a warrior. &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;Just because you didn't win. Doesn't mean you don't know how to roar. &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15846817-7130506947698637588?l=thisindependentgirl-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thisindependentgirl-.blogspot.com/feeds/7130506947698637588/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15846817&amp;postID=7130506947698637588' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15846817/posts/default/7130506947698637588'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15846817/posts/default/7130506947698637588'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thisindependentgirl-.blogspot.com/2010/07/lord-god-almighty.html' title='Lord God Almighty.'/><author><name>thisindependentgirl-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17084081857409017385</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_imhvaU33vp0/TBaZ9htZaSI/AAAAAAAAAFU/Pj1tJkdm8TQ/S220/CIMG0110.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15846817.post-9203605186036818886</id><published>2010-06-12T17:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-12T17:45:05.368-07:00</updated><title type='text'>other half.</title><content type='html'>I wonder why people think of us as halves. And for some people, their only goal in life is to find 'the other half of them'. What if we were quarters. So that we'd have room for more people in our life. Isn't it possible to love more than one person at a time? Or what if we were eighths or tenths. No matter how many people you hate, there'll always be a whole heap that you love. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So then, the question is, what does it mean to love somebody? There's the infatuated love. Where physical urges rules most hearts. And it is fleeting like a shooting star and a box of chocolates. Then there's the 'i kinda love you' kind of love. Where you laugh and you joke and you're glad you have the other person in your life. Then there's the 'i love you' kind of love. The heartbreaking, groundshaking, moviemaking kind of love. A feeling so strong it makes you cry. It sends shivers up your spine and drives you insane. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So why do people go through life looking for this other half of themselves? Because it's that love they're chasing. The lasting, heartbreaking kind that rips you apart and glues you back together all at the same time. like a sickness and it's cure together. like sun and rain all at once. Because, i suppose, everybody's looking for something worth living for, fighting for, dying for. So they look for love. And love is what brings them home. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15846817-9203605186036818886?l=thisindependentgirl-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thisindependentgirl-.blogspot.com/feeds/9203605186036818886/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15846817&amp;postID=9203605186036818886' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15846817/posts/default/9203605186036818886'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15846817/posts/default/9203605186036818886'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thisindependentgirl-.blogspot.com/2010/06/other-half.html' title='other half.'/><author><name>thisindependentgirl-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17084081857409017385</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_imhvaU33vp0/TBaZ9htZaSI/AAAAAAAAAFU/Pj1tJkdm8TQ/S220/CIMG0110.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15846817.post-352058847484019682</id><published>2010-06-04T04:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-04T04:25:51.365-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Homesick</title><content type='html'>Everybody thinks about the story of the three little pigs, how they go out and encounter the world. How they change their stars and defeat the evil, bad wolf and live in a nice brick house with a crackling fire place and end up happily ever after. &lt;div&gt;But nobody ever thinks about what ever happened to their poor old mother who they left behind. Nobody ever thinks about whether they might possible miss home, or if they made any good friends along the way. Or if maybe, they sat around that fire place talking about their childhood and the games they used to play or the cakes their mother used to bake. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I think people always try to focus on the good things. The happy things. The things that make life worth living. Because the bad things... they can just destroy you. They could diminish a grown man to a cowering idiot, backed against a wall. Because the bad things.. are really really bad. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But as human beings, we're wired to think differently. We're wired to smile. And laugh. And so we hope. We hope against all hope that those bad things, can be defeated by joy. And that sadneess, can be defeated by friendship. I am no exception. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And so, to all those people who are wandering souls, or souls wondering, here's to a push in the right direction. here's to a life of adventure instead of hardship. a life of mystery instead of fear. And a life of opportunity instead of mistakes. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Never let those bad things get you down. You're not wired that way. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15846817-352058847484019682?l=thisindependentgirl-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thisindependentgirl-.blogspot.com/feeds/352058847484019682/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15846817&amp;postID=352058847484019682' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15846817/posts/default/352058847484019682'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15846817/posts/default/352058847484019682'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thisindependentgirl-.blogspot.com/2010/06/homesick.html' title='Homesick'/><author><name>thisindependentgirl-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17084081857409017385</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_imhvaU33vp0/TBaZ9htZaSI/AAAAAAAAAFU/Pj1tJkdm8TQ/S220/CIMG0110.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15846817.post-3210386636952957947</id><published>2010-05-22T22:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-22T22:33:34.004-07:00</updated><title type='text'>reminiscence and growing up.</title><content type='html'>Dear world, &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So i was reading back on my old old posts.. and I seem so immature and tom-boyish back then. If only the world knew what I was like now haha. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Uni's great. It's independent. but like i told my neighbour here on college, you know you're homesick when you know that all you want to do after exams is go home, kiss your mum goodnight and fall sleep in your bed again. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Unfortunately, that won't be for another 2 weeks or so so i'm counting down the days! :) Hopefully this thing get's easier. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You know, sometimes you wish life were easier,or that it got easier as you grow older.. but i don't think it does. It just gets different. you have different problems and different benefits. I wonder if there is ever a peak time in life though.. is it when you're old and retired and just bumming around with nothing much to do except people what you got up to half a century ago? or maybe it's when you're successful in your job? and what about when you get married? or have your first kid? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Maybe it's cycles.. phases.. you go up and down. there's no knowing where the rollercoaster of life takes you. all you can do is hold on tight and enjoy the ride. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15846817-3210386636952957947?l=thisindependentgirl-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thisindependentgirl-.blogspot.com/feeds/3210386636952957947/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15846817&amp;postID=3210386636952957947' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15846817/posts/default/3210386636952957947'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15846817/posts/default/3210386636952957947'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thisindependentgirl-.blogspot.com/2010/05/reminiscence-and-growing-up.html' title='reminiscence and growing up.'/><author><name>thisindependentgirl-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17084081857409017385</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_imhvaU33vp0/TBaZ9htZaSI/AAAAAAAAAFU/Pj1tJkdm8TQ/S220/CIMG0110.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15846817.post-7036614049323436106</id><published>2010-05-22T22:26:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-22T22:26:24.937-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>wow this blog is dead. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;:) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15846817-7036614049323436106?l=thisindependentgirl-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thisindependentgirl-.blogspot.com/feeds/7036614049323436106/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15846817&amp;postID=7036614049323436106' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15846817/posts/default/7036614049323436106'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15846817/posts/default/7036614049323436106'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thisindependentgirl-.blogspot.com/2010/05/wow-this-blog-is-dead.html' title=''/><author><name>thisindependentgirl-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17084081857409017385</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_imhvaU33vp0/TBaZ9htZaSI/AAAAAAAAAFU/Pj1tJkdm8TQ/S220/CIMG0110.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15846817.post-2512703731910464809</id><published>2009-09-28T20:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-28T20:42:10.010-07:00</updated><title type='text'>holidays.</title><content type='html'>can't believe that uni applications can be soo hectic. like omg..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ah well, we'll see how everything goes and just hope for the best :D&lt;br /&gt;Well, nothing really much to update on here. Going to Brissy tomorrow. Seeya.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15846817-2512703731910464809?l=thisindependentgirl-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thisindependentgirl-.blogspot.com/feeds/2512703731910464809/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15846817&amp;postID=2512703731910464809' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15846817/posts/default/2512703731910464809'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15846817/posts/default/2512703731910464809'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thisindependentgirl-.blogspot.com/2009/09/holidays.html' title='holidays.'/><author><name>thisindependentgirl-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17084081857409017385</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_imhvaU33vp0/TBaZ9htZaSI/AAAAAAAAAFU/Pj1tJkdm8TQ/S220/CIMG0110.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15846817.post-1589255023058419339</id><published>2009-08-05T02:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-05T02:39:47.955-07:00</updated><title type='text'>i'm falling.</title><content type='html'>argh.. I really have to focus and concentrate. deadlines and assignments and homework.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lord I need your grace, I need your strength. I need you here with me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15846817-1589255023058419339?l=thisindependentgirl-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thisindependentgirl-.blogspot.com/feeds/1589255023058419339/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15846817&amp;postID=1589255023058419339' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15846817/posts/default/1589255023058419339'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15846817/posts/default/1589255023058419339'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thisindependentgirl-.blogspot.com/2009/08/im-falling.html' title='i&apos;m falling.'/><author><name>thisindependentgirl-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17084081857409017385</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_imhvaU33vp0/TBaZ9htZaSI/AAAAAAAAAFU/Pj1tJkdm8TQ/S220/CIMG0110.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15846817.post-8952330168891018787</id><published>2009-08-01T04:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-01T04:11:00.103-07:00</updated><title type='text'>time flies.</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;I have found out that sometimes time can fly, even when you're not having fun. Sometimes it can fly when you're paying too much attention, or not paying attention at all. Sometimes, it soars when you don't want to know what's going on only to halt to a crawl when you open your eyes. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;jazz in the garden tomorrow. really have to sort out my resume and my application tomorrow. feel like i've done nothing all weekend. Lord help.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I cried for you again the other day. Can you hear me? Are you listening? &lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15846817-8952330168891018787?l=thisindependentgirl-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thisindependentgirl-.blogspot.com/feeds/8952330168891018787/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15846817&amp;postID=8952330168891018787' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15846817/posts/default/8952330168891018787'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15846817/posts/default/8952330168891018787'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thisindependentgirl-.blogspot.com/2009/08/time-flies.html' title='time flies.'/><author><name>thisindependentgirl-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17084081857409017385</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_imhvaU33vp0/TBaZ9htZaSI/AAAAAAAAAFU/Pj1tJkdm8TQ/S220/CIMG0110.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15846817.post-8815144394451388626</id><published>2009-07-15T04:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-15T04:30:20.697-07:00</updated><title type='text'>big girls don't cry..pfft.</title><content type='html'>i just cried for like the stupidest reason today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#1. I haven't cried since like..2 years ago..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#2. It's coz I couldn't understand economics and money.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#3. My tears don't seem to flow for the right reasons.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe resolve drains my eyes dry and causes my stress level to shoot up to the sky instead. But on the bright side of life, twitter is amazingly addictive :P I love looking at updates and updating myself. It's awesome. Also, I found out that I just saved 777 bucks! :O Also, have to remember to buy a train ticket tomorrow for brisbane. Just what I need...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways..currently reading 'Perfect Match' by Jodi Picoult. It is the awesome-est book! Jodi Picoult is officially my favourite author now :) anyways, off to bed!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ta-ta&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15846817-8815144394451388626?l=thisindependentgirl-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thisindependentgirl-.blogspot.com/feeds/8815144394451388626/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15846817&amp;postID=8815144394451388626' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15846817/posts/default/8815144394451388626'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15846817/posts/default/8815144394451388626'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thisindependentgirl-.blogspot.com/2009/07/big-girls-dont-crypfft.html' title='big girls don&apos;t cry..pfft.'/><author><name>thisindependentgirl-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17084081857409017385</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_imhvaU33vp0/TBaZ9htZaSI/AAAAAAAAAFU/Pj1tJkdm8TQ/S220/CIMG0110.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15846817.post-4190729649833899492</id><published>2009-07-13T04:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-13T04:27:33.055-07:00</updated><title type='text'>umat hell.</title><content type='html'>Dear Heavenly Father,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I pray for the patience to pass umat. Please give me the courage.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yours sincerely,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Michelle Ong&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amen&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15846817-4190729649833899492?l=thisindependentgirl-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thisindependentgirl-.blogspot.com/feeds/4190729649833899492/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15846817&amp;postID=4190729649833899492' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15846817/posts/default/4190729649833899492'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15846817/posts/default/4190729649833899492'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thisindependentgirl-.blogspot.com/2009/07/umat-hell.html' title='umat hell.'/><author><name>thisindependentgirl-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17084081857409017385</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_imhvaU33vp0/TBaZ9htZaSI/AAAAAAAAAFU/Pj1tJkdm8TQ/S220/CIMG0110.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15846817.post-2226844378220036313</id><published>2009-07-11T02:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-11T02:50:42.920-07:00</updated><title type='text'>madagascar 2, chocolate and michael jackson.</title><content type='html'>Back from my quick getaway to kalya's place :) we watched madagascar 2, made ice chocolates and listened and watched faded michael jackson music videos till we slept at 1 in the morning :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dinner last night was heavenly. Pumpkin, pine nut and penne :) It was really nice, creamy and warm. Well, it's back to umat practice and more umat practice. As well as Macbeth and worrying about school and my impending futuristic doom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For some reason, &lt;em&gt;it's good to be back.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15846817-2226844378220036313?l=thisindependentgirl-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thisindependentgirl-.blogspot.com/feeds/2226844378220036313/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15846817&amp;postID=2226844378220036313' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15846817/posts/default/2226844378220036313'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15846817/posts/default/2226844378220036313'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thisindependentgirl-.blogspot.com/2009/07/madagascar-2-chocolate-and-michael.html' title='madagascar 2, chocolate and michael jackson.'/><author><name>thisindependentgirl-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17084081857409017385</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_imhvaU33vp0/TBaZ9htZaSI/AAAAAAAAAFU/Pj1tJkdm8TQ/S220/CIMG0110.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15846817.post-435564813267680042</id><published>2009-07-09T04:20:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-09T04:32:00.932-07:00</updated><title type='text'>i'm back.</title><content type='html'>i'm backkk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nostalgia decided to hit today. i reviewed my blogs, xangas. and whatdy'a know, i decided to join twitter. lol. i'll try and get this blog going again. haha. will try to find a cbox thingy majiggy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, we went to the Hinkler Hall of Aviation today. There is so much history behind Bert Hinkler's life. And I can't believe that he invented so many things! That just goes to show I've still got alot to learn about Bundaberg. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Going to Baltimores with Kalya tomorrow. Then we're going to sleep on her boat :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The weather's getting colder and colder. And all the while, I'm just wishing it would rain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anxiety is starting to hit now that school is only like.. a week and a bit away. I've promised myself, after tomorrow, I'm into all seriousness. School is my main priority and so is umat and stuff like that. The impending thoughts of exams, assignments and a glimmer of hope in the future of Medicine can really pull me out of the clouds and get me to hit the ground running.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Words of wisdom: 'the key to happiness is to cease worrying about the things that you can't control' &lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15846817-435564813267680042?l=thisindependentgirl-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thisindependentgirl-.blogspot.com/feeds/435564813267680042/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15846817&amp;postID=435564813267680042' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15846817/posts/default/435564813267680042'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15846817/posts/default/435564813267680042'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thisindependentgirl-.blogspot.com/2009/07/im-back.html' title='i&apos;m back.'/><author><name>thisindependentgirl-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17084081857409017385</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_imhvaU33vp0/TBaZ9htZaSI/AAAAAAAAAFU/Pj1tJkdm8TQ/S220/CIMG0110.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15846817.post-3712894412640049969</id><published>2008-03-28T16:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-27T23:24:26.823-07:00</updated><title type='text'>long time no talk.</title><content type='html'>yo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmm..haven't been updating alot. Easter has passed :( sadly. I got an easter bunny!! haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had this wierd and gay joined morning tea today and..yea. it was wierd lol. Though they did manage to finish up those chips that i brought so that was good :) haha. Most of us were pretty much just talking about the Maths exam. Haha. It was alright. Lots of thinking questions i guess. Like Mr O' Sullivan said about those "murky" questions. lol. But i guess it was alright. there was this one question that i couldn't really get so i just wrote down some..wierd stuff and hoped for the best :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everybody keeps saying that it's not counted and all that. but i won't be tempted into thinking that way!! It just makes you slack and doesn't make you want to try hard. so there's no point. Besides, if you don't work hard now, you're gna have to cram later on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had this massive jam session with Guy last night that wasn't really productive. we were pretty much just talking about this one question lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: hey, i was just wondering if you knew how to do question 8 on page 60 of the textbook.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guy: urm maths?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: yep&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guy: hold on, i'll check. lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guy: oi, but,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guy: if YOU can't do it,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guy: how the hell am i supposed to do it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: I don't know, you could get lucky.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guy: lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[then the convo went on for a little while with alot of confusion]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guy: WAIT!! I KNOW!! I'LL CHECK THE ANSWERS!! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guy: yea, coz sometimes the answers can help you determine the steps needed to find the answer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[pause]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guy: sometimes....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guy: ok wait, what do they want you to find?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: the radius of the largest sphere that can fit into the cone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guy: wtf.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: my thought exactly&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOL. it was so funny i was just bursting into laughter like..every 3 seconds. haha.&lt;br /&gt;but luckily for me and guy, the question didn't turn up on the exam haha. harder ones did :/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anws, i saw Kieran today! He seems to be doing well at uni so that's really good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We also had that bio trip on Tuesday to underwater world!! pics shall be up soon. i promise! anyways, i had to miss the BYO-QYO concert last night :( sigh, i bet it was a really good concert too. sighhhhh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;two more exams next week. Lord help me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15846817-3712894412640049969?l=thisindependentgirl-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thisindependentgirl-.blogspot.com/feeds/3712894412640049969/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15846817&amp;postID=3712894412640049969' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15846817/posts/default/3712894412640049969'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15846817/posts/default/3712894412640049969'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thisindependentgirl-.blogspot.com/2008/03/long-time-no-talk.html' title='long time no talk.'/><author><name>thisindependentgirl-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17084081857409017385</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_imhvaU33vp0/TBaZ9htZaSI/AAAAAAAAAFU/Pj1tJkdm8TQ/S220/CIMG0110.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15846817.post-3692916283119382730</id><published>2008-03-13T21:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-13T04:02:22.904-07:00</updated><title type='text'>HAPPY BIRTHDAY KALYA! &lt;333</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#000000;"&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY KALZ!!! &lt;33333&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lol, so yes. it was kalya's birthday today. and tomorrow's PI day!! haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tutoring Guy in Physics now so I perceive another long night to come. haha.&lt;br /&gt;I HAVE A MATHS C EXAM NEXT WEEK!!! GAHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!! SOMEBODY HELP MEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE. I'M GNA DIE SO BADDDD :'(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is gna be a short one lol. seeyas later.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15846817-3692916283119382730?l=thisindependentgirl-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thisindependentgirl-.blogspot.com/feeds/3692916283119382730/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15846817&amp;postID=3692916283119382730' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15846817/posts/default/3692916283119382730'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15846817/posts/default/3692916283119382730'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thisindependentgirl-.blogspot.com/2008/03/happy-birthday-kalya-333.html' title='HAPPY BIRTHDAY KALYA! &lt;333'/><author><name>thisindependentgirl-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17084081857409017385</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_imhvaU33vp0/TBaZ9htZaSI/AAAAAAAAAFU/Pj1tJkdm8TQ/S220/CIMG0110.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15846817.post-3364839677394079401</id><published>2008-03-04T18:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-03-04T00:35:41.969-08:00</updated><title type='text'>music week.</title><content type='html'>lol hey guys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;grr. i'm so angry at how random choosing can soooo not work to my benefit. i was seriously hyped up for my english oral today and then i found out that i was...3RD LAST. wth. i was sooo ready to get up there and say a 6 minute speech and random choosing just had to come by and ruin it -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anws, me and boothy decided that it was an "okay" day today lol. started out with english. then had assembly, then physics, biology and ended the day with maths C.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Physics was alright...had to do a whole heap of questions on acceleration and stuff so yea...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;erm...had to do our ecotanks and looked at our sorghum seeds for Biology. Towards the end of the lesson, Mrs Deer decided that we should really start on our theory part considering we have an EXAM at the end of term. geez, good on ya mrs Deer. i can foresee some serious cramming during end of term for that subject.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then we had..maths C. the jap class had to come in again which meant an increase in noise level. lol. amy, luke and james really don't know how to keep their mouths shut and i almost wanted to tell them off when mr Peers started attempting to do matrix multiplication in his head :o hahha. but yea, it's all good. then...erm...yea. that's about the whole school day summed up in a few paragraphs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nothing much else has been going on. oh yea, managed to get the eisteddfod program today. FINALLY! so i'll be highlighting and sticky noting for the rest of the evening. erm...yea. also have to redo my physics graphs and tables. so yea. Mr Collyer doesn't get back till thursday &gt;:(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;seriously pissing me off.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15846817-3364839677394079401?l=thisindependentgirl-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thisindependentgirl-.blogspot.com/feeds/3364839677394079401/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15846817&amp;postID=3364839677394079401' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15846817/posts/default/3364839677394079401'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15846817/posts/default/3364839677394079401'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thisindependentgirl-.blogspot.com/2008/03/music-week.html' title='music week.'/><author><name>thisindependentgirl-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17084081857409017385</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_imhvaU33vp0/TBaZ9htZaSI/AAAAAAAAAFU/Pj1tJkdm8TQ/S220/CIMG0110.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15846817.post-3411440525389636563</id><published>2008-02-24T12:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-23T18:31:42.087-08:00</updated><title type='text'>ihy.</title><content type='html'>shit shit shit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;why do i have to be so stupid?&lt;br /&gt;why can't i just have a normal lifestyle with no interferences?&lt;br /&gt;i hate myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you wanna know how i feel?&lt;br /&gt;i feel stupid.&lt;br /&gt;and ignorant.&lt;br /&gt;and annoyed.&lt;br /&gt;and irritated.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but most of all, i feel hurt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i feel hurt coz of what i did.&lt;br /&gt;coz of what i could have prevented.&lt;br /&gt;coz of why i decided to let myself go.&lt;br /&gt;and now i can't stop.&lt;br /&gt;i can't even slow down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm going faster and faster.&lt;br /&gt;and i'm gna hit the brick wall.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm sorry i'm sorry i'm sorry.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15846817-3411440525389636563?l=thisindependentgirl-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thisindependentgirl-.blogspot.com/feeds/3411440525389636563/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15846817&amp;postID=3411440525389636563' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15846817/posts/default/3411440525389636563'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15846817/posts/default/3411440525389636563'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thisindependentgirl-.blogspot.com/2008/02/ihy.html' title='ihy.'/><author><name>thisindependentgirl-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17084081857409017385</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_imhvaU33vp0/TBaZ9htZaSI/AAAAAAAAAFU/Pj1tJkdm8TQ/S220/CIMG0110.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15846817.post-3522583559742979878</id><published>2008-02-23T17:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-22T23:28:41.021-08:00</updated><title type='text'>update</title><content type='html'>hellooo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so..to update some stuff. Swimming carnival was &lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;awesum.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;erm...nothing much else happening. baking some madeira cake today. Also went for a run. It was all very fine and dandy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ermm....nothing much actually..i should probably practise my violin later on lol. have been putting it off for quite a while.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;gabby's watching the simpsons now. what a ridiculous show. sigh.. i'm sorry, i just can't stand it. oh wells, i'd better go check on my cake again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15846817-3522583559742979878?l=thisindependentgirl-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thisindependentgirl-.blogspot.com/feeds/3522583559742979878/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15846817&amp;postID=3522583559742979878' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15846817/posts/default/3522583559742979878'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15846817/posts/default/3522583559742979878'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thisindependentgirl-.blogspot.com/2008/02/update.html' title='update'/><author><name>thisindependentgirl-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17084081857409017385</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_imhvaU33vp0/TBaZ9htZaSI/AAAAAAAAAFU/Pj1tJkdm8TQ/S220/CIMG0110.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15846817.post-1253909741596606650</id><published>2008-02-17T12:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-16T18:21:34.586-08:00</updated><title type='text'>peanut butter and honey.</title><content type='html'>hey guyss.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i've been so super uber bored. -_-'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;coz you make me go out of my way,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;crossing the line.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;making me say, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;what i have in mind.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;you make me so excited.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;that i don't want to fight it.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;i start to blush.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;you are my sugar rush; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15846817-1253909741596606650?l=thisindependentgirl-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thisindependentgirl-.blogspot.com/feeds/1253909741596606650/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15846817&amp;postID=1253909741596606650' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15846817/posts/default/1253909741596606650'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15846817/posts/default/1253909741596606650'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thisindependentgirl-.blogspot.com/2008/02/peanut-butter-and-honey.html' title='peanut butter and honey.'/><author><name>thisindependentgirl-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17084081857409017385</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_imhvaU33vp0/TBaZ9htZaSI/AAAAAAAAAFU/Pj1tJkdm8TQ/S220/CIMG0110.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15846817.post-8366240909789306669</id><published>2008-02-13T20:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-13T02:51:51.051-08:00</updated><title type='text'>one day before v-day!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;lol. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;geez, blogger is gay. there isn't pink. Haha. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;anws, talked to guy about some stuff last night. apparently he was skim boarding in the rain. Haha. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Anws, it's been raining non-stop for the past 2 days now in Bundy and the river has overflowed and everywhere's all muddy and wet and stuff. haha. Unfortunately, bundy does not have a drainage system and therefore cannot drain all the water away manually and must depend on the sun's heat and the soil water capacity to get rid of all the water. Haha. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;So...Chemistry yesterday was a blast. Probably coz it was late in the arvo and people were going high. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Jason: Hey michelle, guess what? Guy told me that he would rather DO you than Kim. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;[guy turns absolutely BRIGHT RED and laughs his head off.]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Then Jason turns to Kim and tells her the same thing with our names switched around and i wack him super hard on the legs. and threaten him that i'd hit higher if he continued to piss me off. haha. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;so yes...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;School's been great. Aside from Jason's crazy antics. haha. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15846817-8366240909789306669?l=thisindependentgirl-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thisindependentgirl-.blogspot.com/feeds/8366240909789306669/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15846817&amp;postID=8366240909789306669' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15846817/posts/default/8366240909789306669'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15846817/posts/default/8366240909789306669'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thisindependentgirl-.blogspot.com/2008/02/one-day-before-v-day.html' title='one day before v-day!'/><author><name>thisindependentgirl-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17084081857409017385</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_imhvaU33vp0/TBaZ9htZaSI/AAAAAAAAAFU/Pj1tJkdm8TQ/S220/CIMG0110.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15846817.post-1853268456022412993</id><published>2008-02-09T12:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-08T18:15:09.958-08:00</updated><title type='text'>guilty conscience :[</title><content type='html'>hey&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh man, i feel so bad today. i'm like..totally slacking la. so boring. urgh. then i tried to study then cannot man. how how how???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's like sooo much to learn and soo much to study. arghh...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;you don't know how much i want to talk to you. it kills me to see you walk away.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15846817-1853268456022412993?l=thisindependentgirl-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thisindependentgirl-.blogspot.com/feeds/1853268456022412993/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15846817&amp;postID=1853268456022412993' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15846817/posts/default/1853268456022412993'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15846817/posts/default/1853268456022412993'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thisindependentgirl-.blogspot.com/2008/02/guilty-conscience.html' title='guilty conscience :['/><author><name>thisindependentgirl-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17084081857409017385</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_imhvaU33vp0/TBaZ9htZaSI/AAAAAAAAAFU/Pj1tJkdm8TQ/S220/CIMG0110.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15846817.post-6874572460111830074</id><published>2008-02-07T20:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-07T02:54:48.557-08:00</updated><title type='text'>woots.</title><content type='html'>hihihi :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok, i'm like..addicted to mathletics now. hahahha. it's soo fun. Anws, today...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had senior strings in the morning. We're like so much bigger now and we sound soo much better so that's a good thing. hahah. we played Geometric dances and i got it stuck in my head for the rest of the day. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we had to go to Christchurch for the induction of the Senior Leaders. It was alrite to say the least. Just freakingly hot in the church. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thenn....urmm...we had morning tea. and urm... oh yea, Kane came and sat with us today. It was alrite i guess. He told me he felt that he was really bored with staying in the same group and stuff. which i suppose is true. Our level's like..all full of cliques and stuff. so yea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;urmm...then we had maths. That was okay. we just did simultaneous equations. Something of which at least i could salvage some knowledge about from last year. hahah. But yea, Mr. O'Sullivan really explains it good. so that's good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we had biology. And we had to listen to this agricultural thing. It was quite funny. Lol. and i taught Amy and Kelsey Heart Attack. It was so funny. so yea. it was alrite i guess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we had lunch. Me and Kelsey had to finish up our physics prac. Then we had Chemistry. and halfway through, there was this man from RoadCrash telling us about this awesum 2 day course in Gympie where they teach you all about road safety rules and stuff and i sooo want to go for it. Of course, i have to see if i have to miss school for it. In chemistry, we did more of immiscible solutions. and did more terminology and stuff. so yea. and also. we have to do a prac individually and we have to separate a solution of water, salt and sand. Quite straight forward i guess. But...still have to see. Haha. Anws, bouncing off to sleep now :]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15846817-6874572460111830074?l=thisindependentgirl-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thisindependentgirl-.blogspot.com/feeds/6874572460111830074/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15846817&amp;postID=6874572460111830074' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15846817/posts/default/6874572460111830074'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15846817/posts/default/6874572460111830074'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thisindependentgirl-.blogspot.com/2008/02/woots.html' title='woots.'/><author><name>thisindependentgirl-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17084081857409017385</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_imhvaU33vp0/TBaZ9htZaSI/AAAAAAAAAFU/Pj1tJkdm8TQ/S220/CIMG0110.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15846817.post-5932213434176157340</id><published>2008-02-04T19:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-04T01:18:12.860-08:00</updated><title type='text'>homeFUNNN :]</title><content type='html'>ahhhhhh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i've been LOADED with homework today lol. like every single subject i had, i have to do homework for it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;first up, Chemistry. We did more of the homogeneous and heterogenous thing. Though this time we talk more about the heterogeneous substances and the different ways in which they can be separated into the components it is made of. so like, solid and liquid would go through filtration or evaporation. Liquid and Liquid of different boiling points would be distillation. though i don't quite understand fractional distillation. I guess it has to do with the volatility of the substances. Oh well. Hoping to learn more about that as time goes on. We also spent a good bit of the lesson learning how to fold filter paper :/ lol. but it was fun la. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next up, English. sighh..my most dreaded subject has turned into my nightmare. I have absolutely NO IDEA what discourse is about. I know it is terms or things that relate to a particular object but..i just don't understand what we have to talk about it. sigh..it's just too complicated. and the talkative people in my class don't make it any easier to concentrate either &gt;:( like i wish they could just shut the hell up and pay attention. sighh...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay, after that, Maths C. T'was alright. Just more about surds and stuff that i'd already learnt last year. Athena doesn't seem that bad, so I guess Maths C is alright and getting better now. But omg, the homework load is MASSIVE MAN. it's like..2 whole pages of little questions. like there's 1 a) - r), 2a) - s) that kind of thing man. Haha. Luckily, he said don't need to do all. So i'm just concentrating on the hard stuff. But still go alot :S&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And finally, Physics. Physics was real fun. Haha. Kelsey was going kinda high. And we also got introduced to the Micrometer and the Vernier Calipers. I think there's going to be alot of measurement in Physics and it does not help with my already deteriorating eyesight. But oh well, already learnt how to read the vernier calipers so it was purely revision stuff. Then we had to find out the measurement of like..pi or the diameter of a golf ball. Or the diameter of a copper wire and the length of a piece of paper. It was pretty basic stuff but there was alot to do and me and kelsey couldn't finish it. So..i have to call hannah and ask her for some results. Haha. And also, the homework's what mr Collyer likes to call 'Number Crunching' where we have to find the mean/average of all our results. (There's like 10 for each station :O) So yea. Oh wells, nothing much, just punching some digits in to the calculator and pressing the 'solve' button. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, that's about it for the day. oh yes, and stephen's back and he wants to go out with Kelsey. now THAT, is pure comedy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Really don't want to go swimming at Norville on Wednesday :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bouncing off to do more maths C work then gotta start on Physics. [note to self: CALL HANNAH!]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15846817-5932213434176157340?l=thisindependentgirl-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thisindependentgirl-.blogspot.com/feeds/5932213434176157340/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15846817&amp;postID=5932213434176157340' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15846817/posts/default/5932213434176157340'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15846817/posts/default/5932213434176157340'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thisindependentgirl-.blogspot.com/2008/02/homefunnn.html' title='homeFUNNN :]'/><author><name>thisindependentgirl-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17084081857409017385</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_imhvaU33vp0/TBaZ9htZaSI/AAAAAAAAAFU/Pj1tJkdm8TQ/S220/CIMG0110.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15846817.post-2168667452744964265</id><published>2008-02-01T19:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-01T01:22:23.953-08:00</updated><title type='text'>4th day of shcool =]</title><content type='html'>okays,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;school today was alright aye. Maths B then C then Bio then Eng.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maths B was alright. Just went through more stuff to do with Quadratics and that worksheet. Mr O's a pretty good teacher. Lol. Maths C was better this time. haha. Got to do some actual work and we actually got homework this time! lol. So it was better i guess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Erm...Then we had Bio. Got to do this onion skin cell experiment and got to use the microscope and stuff. haha. Me and Kels are the BEST microscope engineers EVAAA. bahahahah. Our skin cells looked really awesum. Hahah. Can't wait for more of those pracs. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had like the BEST lunchtime evaa. We played President and Joker or something. And we had soo much fun. I was president for like 3 times and Amy was CLOWN for 3 times. HAHHA. and the vice-presidency alternated between kalya and kelsey. Haha. Yea, it was pretty fun. We only got to play three games but it was worth it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;English was probably the WORST subject today. Everybody was like..all hypo. probably coz it's friday afternoon and stuff. but they wouldn't SHUT UP. for pete's sake. It was driving me CRAZY. and Mrs Aplin wouldn't be firm enough to tell them to close their mouths so we had to deal with the noise all lesson. sighs.. Oh wells. I finally got the idea/gist of what we are meant to be doing for the english assignment. So yea. Seems alright I guess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bouncing off to have a shower now and then do some english homework later. buaihzzz.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15846817-2168667452744964265?l=thisindependentgirl-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thisindependentgirl-.blogspot.com/feeds/2168667452744964265/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15846817&amp;postID=2168667452744964265' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15846817/posts/default/2168667452744964265'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15846817/posts/default/2168667452744964265'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thisindependentgirl-.blogspot.com/2008/02/4th-day-of-shcool.html' title='4th day of shcool =]'/><author><name>thisindependentgirl-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17084081857409017385</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_imhvaU33vp0/TBaZ9htZaSI/AAAAAAAAAFU/Pj1tJkdm8TQ/S220/CIMG0110.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15846817.post-673006194402306833</id><published>2008-02-01T06:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-31T12:54:59.237-08:00</updated><title type='text'>1st Feburary oh' eight.</title><content type='html'>hey guysssss.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;School's been a blast. Been really cool. Have Maths B, Maths C, Biology and English today. I think I get Physics and Chemistry mixed up alot. Haha. Well, here's to clarify the difference.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Physics: I'm learning about the Metric System and Errors such as, systematic errors, random errors and Mistakes. We're doing a Prac. on Monday (can't wait!) about the thickness of stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chemistry: I'm learning about substances and about Homogeneous and Heterogenous substances.I had to find out the difference between an Atom and a Molecule and an Element and a Compound.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yea, I've learnt abit of the stuff before, now it's up to my deteriorating mind to try and remember the things i learnt like..3 years ago??? hahah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Other than that, school's been great.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bouncing off to school now :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really dread the upcoming weekend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maths C classes can only get better from here.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15846817-673006194402306833?l=thisindependentgirl-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thisindependentgirl-.blogspot.com/feeds/673006194402306833/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15846817&amp;postID=673006194402306833' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15846817/posts/default/673006194402306833'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15846817/posts/default/673006194402306833'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thisindependentgirl-.blogspot.com/2008/02/1st-feburary-oh-eight.html' title='1st Feburary oh&apos; eight.'/><author><name>thisindependentgirl-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17084081857409017385</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_imhvaU33vp0/TBaZ9htZaSI/AAAAAAAAAFU/Pj1tJkdm8TQ/S220/CIMG0110.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15846817.post-4620868455482755252</id><published>2008-01-22T07:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-21T13:37:39.095-08:00</updated><title type='text'>back.</title><content type='html'>backk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sigh. so tired from the plane ride and the car trip. can't wait to get our school books manzzzzz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;got to watch "Pirates of the Carribean: At World's End"  on the way home so that was good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Yo ho, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Beggars and Thieves.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Hoist the colours high.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;All Hands,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Haul Together.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;We shall never die.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15846817-4620868455482755252?l=thisindependentgirl-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thisindependentgirl-.blogspot.com/feeds/4620868455482755252/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15846817&amp;postID=4620868455482755252' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15846817/posts/default/4620868455482755252'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15846817/posts/default/4620868455482755252'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thisindependentgirl-.blogspot.com/2008/01/back.html' title='back.'/><author><name>thisindependentgirl-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17084081857409017385</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_imhvaU33vp0/TBaZ9htZaSI/AAAAAAAAAFU/Pj1tJkdm8TQ/S220/CIMG0110.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15846817.post-4115209383944858715</id><published>2008-01-17T13:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-16T21:04:15.668-08:00</updated><title type='text'>hanahaseyo!</title><content type='html'>HANAHASEYO!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yes, i'm backkkk :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i have like a thousand pics to upload when i get back to aussie.&lt;br /&gt;neways, my schedule is like PACKED for the next few days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Thursday&lt;/strong&gt;: lunch with popo and mummy, bites and braces appointment at 2pm, dinner with Louise and family, stay over at Louise's house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Friday&lt;/strong&gt;: go out with chia in the arvo :D (my most FREE day)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Saturday&lt;/strong&gt;: shopping with louise (to-be-confirmed), dinner with the boys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sunday&lt;/strong&gt;: church in the morning, lunch in the arvo, dinner at airport, fly back to aussie at like midnight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sighhs :/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm so sad coz i won't be able to go out with you guys! (slow and grace)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;arrrgh, oh wells, we all know that there will be other times and maybe we should wait for the most opportune moment and make the most of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sigh sigh sigh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;you know what? if you can't take a hint, you're just down right STUPID. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15846817-4115209383944858715?l=thisindependentgirl-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thisindependentgirl-.blogspot.com/feeds/4115209383944858715/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15846817&amp;postID=4115209383944858715' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15846817/posts/default/4115209383944858715'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15846817/posts/default/4115209383944858715'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thisindependentgirl-.blogspot.com/2008/01/hanahaseyo.html' title='hanahaseyo!'/><author><name>thisindependentgirl-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17084081857409017385</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_imhvaU33vp0/TBaZ9htZaSI/AAAAAAAAAFU/Pj1tJkdm8TQ/S220/CIMG0110.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15846817.post-7785824660478943514</id><published>2008-01-08T08:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-07T16:30:10.359-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I am Legend.</title><content type='html'>I am Legend rocks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;go and watch it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yea, it's hell scary but it's goood. hahhaa. went shopping with louise and sandra yesterday and we went to tangs to look for a dress for me for Yean Wei's wedding. We found this red one that was like $84.50 :O that seemed really nice. and it was alright la. i didn't mind it. but like, i felt that it was really rushed and decided that after we get back from Korea, we'll go shopping again and we might find something a little better. haha. It was a strapless red dress that was flowy and stuff. so yea. and also, i found out that i suit red rather than a bluey..turqoise colour. haha. and also, that dark pink suits me too :D haha. so yay, Louise gave me a crash course on shopping and i think i'm finally getting the hang of it. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i also managed to buy a boob tube that was like..afro blue and white and it looked really cool. haha. We all bought boob tubes and we decided that we'd wear them on the plane to Perth. haha. yea, that was cool. Anws, we had japanese for lunch btw. ahhaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then we also went to watch 'I am Legend'. it's an awesumm movie but it's reeeeally scary. hahha. Will Smith is a really good actor :D haha. anws, going to SCGS today so hope to see you guys SOON SOON SOON! :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15846817-7785824660478943514?l=thisindependentgirl-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thisindependentgirl-.blogspot.com/feeds/7785824660478943514/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15846817&amp;postID=7785824660478943514' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15846817/posts/default/7785824660478943514'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15846817/posts/default/7785824660478943514'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thisindependentgirl-.blogspot.com/2008/01/i-am-legend.html' title='I am Legend.'/><author><name>thisindependentgirl-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17084081857409017385</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_imhvaU33vp0/TBaZ9htZaSI/AAAAAAAAAFU/Pj1tJkdm8TQ/S220/CIMG0110.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15846817.post-875066466700481964</id><published>2008-01-07T14:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-21T13:38:34.761-08:00</updated><title type='text'>SINGAPORE SINGAPORE SINGAPORE &lt;33</title><content type='html'>HEY EVERYBODY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay, the drive down to Brisbane wasn't so bad. stopped at maccas on the way at Gympie. Tho we had to tolerate heaps of 'bob the builder' and 'thomas the tank engine' stories on the way. Then we finally reached Brisbane and we went to Uncle Chong Eng's house to stay for the night. they were away on holiday but Fern was there looking after the property so we stayed up for a bit to catch up and went to sleep at a rather late hour. I was really tired. haha. And i didn't sleep with a blanket so i woke up with goosebumps all over. hahha. Anyway, we woke up, had breakfast and went to the airport. We arrived at the airport early so we decided to eat breakfast. SUBWAY&lt;33 hahah. yea, it was pretty good. Anws, we decided to go and check in after a visit to the "Times" bookshop. The queue was TREMENDOUSLY long. lol. it must have taken them like..2 1/2 hours to check everyone in. Anws, we were in the queue for 1 1/2 hours. Halfway through, Daddy decided to get back to Bundy. Anws, by the time we finished checking in, it was already 12 and the plane was due to leave at 12:40 so after some last minute stuff, we rushed to the gate and boarded the plane.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Etihad Airlines is probably the BEST plane i've ever been on. haha. It's sooo comfortable and the tv screens are TOUCH SCREENS. how cool can! haha. anws, i had heeeeaps of time to play with those later on. I watched 3 movies in a row and played some rounds of "Who wants to be a Milliionaire" haha. Yea, that was pretty fun. I watched Stardust, Rush Hour 3 and Gameplan. All wonderful wonderful movies. hahhaa. Anws, i couldn't squeeze in Ratatouille coz the plane was going to land.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We landed and we had to wait for AGESSS to get our luggage. Probably coz it was a huuuge plane and it was like..fully booked. haha. So yea. But we finally got it all together and followed Popo and Mas to my Aunt's place. We had a great dinner and i went back to my grandmother's place to sleep with Gabrielle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, we went to church and the service was usually at 8:30 but i found out that they changed it to 9. Then when Pastor Jimmy came, he told us that it was a combined service today coz some special people were coming from TCC to perform. So it actually starts at 10. lol. and to think we were there since like..8:22. hahha. So we decided to go home and go back to church on the day that we leave for Brisbane which is the 13th. Anws, then me, my mum and my grandmother (three generations. woot.) went on a MASSIVE shopping trip. hahhaa. and i was soo happy i managed to get some heels for like..dinners and closed in shoes for my performances. so yea, i was really happy about that. We're still debating whether or not i should get an ipod or a creative zen. but oh wells, more time for that later. We also managed to get a portable dvd player so that was pretty good. and yea, we had lunch at crystal jade! so that was pretty good. lol. all in all, it was a hell of a good shopping trip and i really enjoyed it. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm still looking for a mini dress but time will come for that. I have to go and take a passport foto today so i still have to remember to do that. sighss...hahha. maybe i'll walk around coro for a while too. just to refresh my memory. hahah. Well, it's been a really enjoyable day and i really liked it. haha. will be having a swimming and dinner outing tonight with louise and family so i'm really excited about that too! haha. well, hopefully there'll be more great days like this one to come!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15846817-875066466700481964?l=thisindependentgirl-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thisindependentgirl-.blogspot.com/feeds/875066466700481964/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15846817&amp;postID=875066466700481964' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15846817/posts/default/875066466700481964'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15846817/posts/default/875066466700481964'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thisindependentgirl-.blogspot.com/2008/07/singapore-singapore-singapore-33.html' title='SINGAPORE SINGAPORE SINGAPORE &lt;33'/><author><name>thisindependentgirl-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17084081857409017385</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_imhvaU33vp0/TBaZ9htZaSI/AAAAAAAAAFU/Pj1tJkdm8TQ/S220/CIMG0110.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15846817.post-154320755268052048</id><published>2008-01-07T11:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-06T19:19:51.026-08:00</updated><title type='text'>phew.</title><content type='html'>phew xP&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i am exhausted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okok. yesterday, bowling and swimming was reeeeally fun. haha. met zhao jiao lian and talked to her for a bit. lol. i kinda surprised myself with my use of chinese lol. tho there are some words that i forgot. lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anws, we went bowling too and played 2 games but by the time the second game started we were really tired so we just played really crap. hahaha. but we had fun. and we got home like reeally late sighs... i was sooo tired. haha. and i had to wake up early today to go and make my IC. so yea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anws, the ic thing was fine. not much to talk about. then we went home and we had to go to coro for a bit to print out pictures and to get our eyes checked. haha. my eyes haven't changed AT ALL. woots. hahaha. so anws, we had to make a new pair for Gabrielle then we went home and here i am. haha. we will be leaving for Korea tomorrow night :( gahh. i'm gna miss singapore. hahah. even if it's only for a week. sighs..oh wells, i guess Korea could be fun. i just have to keep my mind open. haha. but i bet Singapore is going to be SOOOO HOT when we come back can. sighs..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anws, going to school tmr to give away pressies and to meet up with fwenzzz. yea, have to arrange some outings for the week after as well. hahha. sigh..it's just sooo busy nowadays!! hahaha. and i reallly can't wait for school to start :P lol. anws, will be going out with Louise and Sandra soon. Will be shopping for a dress that i can wear to the wedding and may also be watching the movie "I am Legend" so that would be pretty cool. hahhaa. yayy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;can't wait can't wait!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15846817-154320755268052048?l=thisindependentgirl-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thisindependentgirl-.blogspot.com/feeds/154320755268052048/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15846817&amp;postID=154320755268052048' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15846817/posts/default/154320755268052048'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15846817/posts/default/154320755268052048'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thisindependentgirl-.blogspot.com/2008/01/phew.html' title='phew.'/><author><name>thisindependentgirl-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17084081857409017385</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_imhvaU33vp0/TBaZ9htZaSI/AAAAAAAAAFU/Pj1tJkdm8TQ/S220/CIMG0110.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15846817.post-9077058649447480568</id><published>2008-01-02T13:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-02T14:11:37.838-08:00</updated><title type='text'>packing and leaving.</title><content type='html'>hihi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, will be doing most of the packing today tho i've already sorted out most of my stuff. just have to be able to stuff it into 2 suitcases. hmm..&lt;br /&gt;so will be leaving for brisbane on friday. staying the night in brisbane. then leaving for singapore the next day in the morning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmmm...i'm considering giving up msn for the year when school starts. unless i absolutely have to ask someone something and i can't reach them by fone or anything else. haha. coz it's really too distracting and i need all my wits about me next year. lol. it's gna be a killer year but hopefully i'll manage.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;urmm...going shopping today to get some last minute supplies. haha. hoping to see some school people at hinkler too. it would be good to see some familiar faces nowadays. the weather has been rather dreary to say the least. all windy and rainy. tho, it's really good for the plants...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmm..can't wait to go to singapore to SHOP. hahaha. everything's soo much cheaper in singapore and probably alot better :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;guess what?&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i'm going to singapore baby ♥&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15846817-9077058649447480568?l=thisindependentgirl-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thisindependentgirl-.blogspot.com/feeds/9077058649447480568/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15846817&amp;postID=9077058649447480568' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15846817/posts/default/9077058649447480568'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15846817/posts/default/9077058649447480568'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thisindependentgirl-.blogspot.com/2008/01/packing-and-leaving.html' title='packing and leaving.'/><author><name>thisindependentgirl-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17084081857409017385</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_imhvaU33vp0/TBaZ9htZaSI/AAAAAAAAAFU/Pj1tJkdm8TQ/S220/CIMG0110.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15846817.post-2846190151275968728</id><published>2008-01-01T09:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-31T15:57:29.017-08:00</updated><title type='text'>IT'S 2008!</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;HAPPY 2008!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;okay so yes, this post will be in red to celebrate 2008. I shall take this chance to wish everyone a happy and awesum 2008. I hope it'll be a good one! ;) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;anws, nothing much today. considering all the shops are probably closed. hahha. the whole family's home today tho my dad's probably on call. urm..leaving for singapore in like &lt;strong&gt;5 DAYS&lt;/strong&gt;. hahaha. tho i'm really not looking forward to facing singapore's horribly humid humidity. haha. but the people there will make it worth my while ;) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;and can't wait to go to Korea. SNOWBALL FIGHTS. hahaha. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;anws, it shall also broaden my cultural prospective of Korea. Apparently, it's the world's most wired country. and some of the world's best computer gaming competitors come from there. haha. how cool is that. So i shall be expecting broadband or wireless availability almost everywhere in Korea and shall be updating here as often as possible. hahha. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Unfortunately, we're going on a tour thing so our itinerary is gna be pretty tight and organised and planned. haha. But there's no other way that we can visit the whole country and it's wonderful sights. haha. Hopefully, i can also post some pics. haha. if my mum allows me to. haha. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;anws, i'm hoping to get an &lt;strong&gt;ipod&lt;/strong&gt; in Singapore :D can't wait. hahaha. Maybe a white one, or a black one. hahha. but i'm not sure. i wouldn't mind a lime green one too :) hahhaa. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;urm...so yea, HAPPY NEW YEAR everybody! may GOD bless you in all you do :))&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15846817-2846190151275968728?l=thisindependentgirl-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thisindependentgirl-.blogspot.com/feeds/2846190151275968728/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15846817&amp;postID=2846190151275968728' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15846817/posts/default/2846190151275968728'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15846817/posts/default/2846190151275968728'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thisindependentgirl-.blogspot.com/2008/01/its-2008.html' title='IT&apos;S 2008!'/><author><name>thisindependentgirl-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17084081857409017385</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_imhvaU33vp0/TBaZ9htZaSI/AAAAAAAAAFU/Pj1tJkdm8TQ/S220/CIMG0110.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15846817.post-2672333221465365749</id><published>2007-12-30T23:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-31T00:04:56.824-08:00</updated><title type='text'>forrest gump &lt;333</title><content type='html'>today, i watched forrest gump for the first time. totally the loveeeee &lt;333&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_imhvaU33vp0/R3igGBfOHcI/AAAAAAAAADo/xITXemcSEu0/s1600-h/forrestgump.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5150042199237205442" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_imhvaU33vp0/R3igGBfOHcI/AAAAAAAAADo/xITXemcSEu0/s320/forrestgump.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i think i shall take to watching gossip girl. haha. people say it's good.&lt;br /&gt;urm...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Lord, i pray for a great 2008. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;i'm sure you'll make everything work out. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;and please, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;always remind me to believe in you. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;help me to stand my ground. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;help me to do my best. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;help me to run the race, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;help me to keep the faith.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;and help me to live &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;to glorify your name. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;.AMEN. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&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/15846817-2672333221465365749?l=thisindependentgirl-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thisindependentgirl-.blogspot.com/feeds/2672333221465365749/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15846817&amp;postID=2672333221465365749' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15846817/posts/default/2672333221465365749'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15846817/posts/default/2672333221465365749'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thisindependentgirl-.blogspot.com/2007/12/forrest-gump-333.html' title='forrest gump &lt;333'/><author><name>thisindependentgirl-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17084081857409017385</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_imhvaU33vp0/TBaZ9htZaSI/AAAAAAAAAFU/Pj1tJkdm8TQ/S220/CIMG0110.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_imhvaU33vp0/R3igGBfOHcI/AAAAAAAAADo/xITXemcSEu0/s72-c/forrestgump.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15846817.post-2069426755988463395</id><published>2007-12-29T22:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-29T22:17:10.491-08:00</updated><title type='text'>New Year's Resolution.</title><content type='html'>Well people,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's New Year's Eve tomorra and..i only found out today. hahha. how stupid am i?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anws, New Year Revolutions:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#1: Keep up my grades in school. (It's gna be hard but hey, i'll have to make do won't i.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#2: Lose Weight (as always. haha.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#3: &lt;em&gt;Try &lt;/em&gt;and grow taller. ('try' is in italics coz i have no control over that. haha.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#4: Become even better friends with * (shhh!! hahha.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#5: Get at least a C in Grade 8 Violin and Grade 7 Piano Exams. (fingers crossed!!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well that's about it folks. Good Luck for the New Year! &lt;33&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15846817-2069426755988463395?l=thisindependentgirl-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thisindependentgirl-.blogspot.com/feeds/2069426755988463395/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15846817&amp;postID=2069426755988463395' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15846817/posts/default/2069426755988463395'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15846817/posts/default/2069426755988463395'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thisindependentgirl-.blogspot.com/2007/12/new-years-resolution.html' title='New Year&apos;s Resolution.'/><author><name>thisindependentgirl-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17084081857409017385</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_imhvaU33vp0/TBaZ9htZaSI/AAAAAAAAAFU/Pj1tJkdm8TQ/S220/CIMG0110.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15846817.post-2849900524860415613</id><published>2007-12-28T19:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-28T01:23:12.358-08:00</updated><title type='text'>merry belated christmas x)</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;M&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;E&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;R&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;R&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Y &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;C&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;H&lt;/span&gt;R&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I&lt;/span&gt;S&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;T&lt;/span&gt;M&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;A&lt;/span&gt;S&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;!&lt;/span&gt; (belated)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok, so i know it's been like..ageessss since i've updated. hahah.&lt;br /&gt;hmm..nothing much for christmas. It's been alright i guess. hahaha. had some people from the hospital come for lunch but that's about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmm..i've decided to put a password on the blog to escape many naggings from my parents. haha.&lt;br /&gt;we finally managed to get a hair dryer!!! i used it today. haha. so my hair's sort of behaving itself. hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;hmm...not to mention that bead weave thing i also got and soooooooo much chocalate. hahaha. sigh...but i really miss the christmases we used to have in singapore aye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;urmm...nothing much to talk about. i've taken to walking the dogs every arvy. so hopefully, it shall have an effect on all the flabs on my body. lol. hmmm...nothing much to talk about really.. going to singapore in 9 days!! hahaha. can't wait. anws, i think i shall go back to my facebook-ing. hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;buaihzzzzzz.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15846817-2849900524860415613?l=thisindependentgirl-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thisindependentgirl-.blogspot.com/feeds/2849900524860415613/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15846817&amp;postID=2849900524860415613' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15846817/posts/default/2849900524860415613'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15846817/posts/default/2849900524860415613'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thisindependentgirl-.blogspot.com/2007/12/merry-belated-christmas-x.html' title='merry belated christmas x)'/><author><name>thisindependentgirl-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17084081857409017385</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_imhvaU33vp0/TBaZ9htZaSI/AAAAAAAAAFU/Pj1tJkdm8TQ/S220/CIMG0110.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15846817.post-2623927205324614561</id><published>2007-12-07T12:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-06T18:19:29.160-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Please just don't play with me&lt;br /&gt;My paper heart will bleed&lt;br /&gt;This wait for destiny won't do&lt;br /&gt;Be with me, please, I beseech you&lt;br /&gt;Simple things, that make you run away&lt;br /&gt;Catch you if I can&lt;br /&gt;Tears fall, down your face&lt;br /&gt;The taste, is something new&lt;br /&gt;Something that I know&lt;br /&gt;Moving on is easiest when I'm around you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So bottle up old love, and throw it out to sea&lt;br /&gt;Watch it away as you cry&lt;br /&gt;a year has passed&lt;br /&gt;The seasons go&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please just don't play with me&lt;br /&gt;My paper heart will bleed&lt;br /&gt;This wait for destiny won't do&lt;br /&gt;Be with me, please, I beseech you&lt;br /&gt;Simple things, that make you run away&lt;br /&gt;Catch you if I can&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Waiting, day to day it goes through&lt;br /&gt;My lips are sealed for her&lt;br /&gt;My tongue is tied to a dream of being with you&lt;br /&gt;To settle for less is not what I prefer&lt;br /&gt;So bottle up old love, and throw it out to sea&lt;br /&gt;Watch it away as you cry&lt;br /&gt;Now a year has passed&lt;br /&gt;The seasons go&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please just don't play with me&lt;br /&gt;My paper heart will bleed&lt;br /&gt;This wait for destiny won't do&lt;br /&gt;Be with me, please, I beseech you&lt;br /&gt;Simple things, that make you run away&lt;br /&gt;Catch you if I can&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Fa Fa Fa la la la Fa Fa Fa la la la Fa Fa Fa La La La)&lt;br /&gt;Summertime, the nights are so long&lt;br /&gt;The leaves fall down, and so do I into the arms of a friend&lt;br /&gt;Winter nights&lt;br /&gt;My bedside is cold, for I am gone&lt;br /&gt;And spring blossoms you to me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Summertime, the nights are so long&lt;br /&gt;The leaves fall down, and so do I into the arms of a friend&lt;br /&gt;Winter nights&lt;br /&gt;My bedside is cold, for I am gone&lt;br /&gt;And spring blossoms you...&lt;br /&gt;To me&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15846817-2623927205324614561?l=thisindependentgirl-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thisindependentgirl-.blogspot.com/feeds/2623927205324614561/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' 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src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_imhvaU33vp0/TBaZ9htZaSI/AAAAAAAAAFU/Pj1tJkdm8TQ/S220/CIMG0110.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15846817.post-6397939618158338488</id><published>2007-12-04T18:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-06T18:13:52.970-08:00</updated><title type='text'>stuff.</title><content type='html'>hey guys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, my fifteenth birthday has passed. lol. it was alright i guess. got a handbag from mummy (love you mummy! &lt;3) , and some dvds by Leonard Bernstein from dad and like, yea, a whole shopping trip with kalya. lol. thank you guys!! it's been real nice of all of you &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;well. lots of things have been going on. and yea....don't really feel like talking about it just yet. so yea. will update another time hey.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;i wanna be the girl he gives his hoodie to&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;wear &amp;amp;&amp;amp; cuddles up next to&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;when it's cold.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;he'll be the one who comes up behind me,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;wraps his arms around my waist,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;catches me off guard &amp;amp;&amp;amp; whispers &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;'you look beautiful.'&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15846817-6397939618158338488?l=thisindependentgirl-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thisindependentgirl-.blogspot.com/feeds/6397939618158338488/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15846817&amp;postID=6397939618158338488' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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/&gt;in the morning, we had our last senior orchestra practice. it was real fun and i'm gna miss all our &lt;em&gt;wonderful&lt;/em&gt; orchestra rehersals and practices. and how we all joke and laugh and make fun of each other. i have gained so much experience from playing in an orchestra and i've learnt so much. thank you guys so very much from the bottom of my heart &lt;33&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then i went to IPT.  and found out that my USB doesn't friggin work. what a &lt;em&gt;wonderful&lt;/em&gt; experience.. &gt;:(&lt;br /&gt;so anws, it couldn't access my english oral or anything. so i sat around learning legal. and stuff like that. in fact, me and james had the most decent convo ever. haha. about year 11 subjects and stuff. it was pretty good. lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anws, then we had PC. we went out in the oval and did practically nothing....&lt;br /&gt; how &lt;em&gt;wonderful :/ &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then we had...sose after morning tea. that was ok i guess...nothing much very wonderful. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then we had maths. that was pretty &lt;em&gt;wonderful&lt;/em&gt;. we had a pizza party. lol. so that was pretty good. but i could only have one slice of pizza. coz mrs Edwards wanted me and russo to go and get mr Peers so that they can surprise him or something. but when we went to his office, he was on the fone. and he was on there for ages. so we stood there..starving and panting (coz we were running) and..yea. after a while we just gave up and went back. lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then we had lunch. we went to the IT room to see whether they could fix my usb. but they said that they couldn't... how &lt;em&gt;wonderful. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then we went to science. and we just did..absolutely nothing. so yes...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;can you spot the sacarstic and non-sacarstic &lt;em&gt;wonderfuls&lt;/em&gt; in there? lol. yea....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;was it so wrong to love you that you had to hurt me so bad &lt;3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15846817-3577659968824418083?l=thisindependentgirl-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thisindependentgirl-.blogspot.com/feeds/3577659968824418083/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15846817&amp;postID=3577659968824418083' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15846817/posts/default/3577659968824418083'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15846817/posts/default/3577659968824418083'/><link rel='alternate' 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It's the friends and good times that do.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span &gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;hey guyyys, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;revision time has officially started for me. joy. lol.&lt;br /&gt;well, the water rocket science thing is coming along i guess. i still have yet to decide whether or not i want to use a smaller bottle or stick with the 600 mL bottle i am currently using. hmm..that's definitely something to think about. oh wells. anws, it's been really busy and stuff at the moment. so yea. so anws, i'd better be getting back to the null factor law. ta-ta!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;remember when we scratched our names into the sand and you told me you loved me &lt;3&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15846817-6434826463047636775?l=thisindependentgirl-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thisindependentgirl-.blogspot.com/feeds/6434826463047636775/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15846817&amp;postID=6434826463047636775' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15846817/posts/default/6434826463047636775'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15846817/posts/default/6434826463047636775'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thisindependentgirl-.blogspot.com/2007/11/blog-post.html' title='=]'/><author><name>thisindependentgirl-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17084081857409017385</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_imhvaU33vp0/TBaZ9htZaSI/AAAAAAAAAFU/Pj1tJkdm8TQ/S220/CIMG0110.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15846817.post-1418520652070990846</id><published>2007-11-03T20:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-11-03T03:13:58.817-07:00</updated><title type='text'>happy happy hapy =]</title><content type='html'>hey guys!&lt;br /&gt;i'm happy happy happy! hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;yes yes yes. very very happy.&lt;br /&gt;i'm going hypo lol. i don't even know why. hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, i'm in the process of writing a loong letter for slow. hahaha. YOU OWE ME AH! hahhaha.&lt;br /&gt;well i better go now. exams coming up!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OHOH! I LEFT MY MATHS BOOK IN SCHOOL! AAAH, I FEEL SO EMPTY WITHOUT IT!!! SOMEBODY HELP!! DDD:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15846817-1418520652070990846?l=thisindependentgirl-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thisindependentgirl-.blogspot.com/feeds/1418520652070990846/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15846817&amp;postID=1418520652070990846' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15846817/posts/default/1418520652070990846'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15846817/posts/default/1418520652070990846'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thisindependentgirl-.blogspot.com/2007/11/happy-happy-hapy.html' title='happy happy hapy =]'/><author><name>thisindependentgirl-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17084081857409017385</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_imhvaU33vp0/TBaZ9htZaSI/AAAAAAAAAFU/Pj1tJkdm8TQ/S220/CIMG0110.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15846817.post-1779255328539875471</id><published>2007-11-03T20:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-11-03T03:14:47.187-07:00</updated><title type='text'>10 things i hate about you.</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;i hate the way you talk to me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;and the way you cut your hair.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;i hate the way you drive my car,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;i hate it when you stare.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;i hate your big dumb combat boots,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;and the way you read my mind.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;i hate you so much it makes me sick,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;it even makes me rhyme. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;i hate the way you always write,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;i hate it when you lie.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;i hate it when you make me laugh,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;even worse when you make me cry. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;i hate it when you're not around,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;and the fact that you didn't call. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;but mostly, i hate the way i don't hate you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;not even close, not even a little bit. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;not even at all.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15846817-1779255328539875471?l=thisindependentgirl-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thisindependentgirl-.blogspot.com/feeds/1779255328539875471/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15846817&amp;postID=1779255328539875471' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15846817/posts/default/1779255328539875471'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15846817/posts/default/1779255328539875471'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thisindependentgirl-.blogspot.com/2007/11/10-things-i-hate-about-you.html' title='10 things i hate about you.'/><author><name>thisindependentgirl-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17084081857409017385</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_imhvaU33vp0/TBaZ9htZaSI/AAAAAAAAAFU/Pj1tJkdm8TQ/S220/CIMG0110.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15846817.post-7083760204120837865</id><published>2007-10-26T16:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-25T23:54:50.934-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Music fest.</title><content type='html'>heyys. going to music fest thingy tmr.&lt;br /&gt;i was sad today. for one simple reason...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anws, i felt really tired and stuff and i really went off at kim today. she was really just making me soo angry i wanted to slap her &gt;:(&lt;br /&gt;so yea, will be catching up on assignments and stuff on the bus tmr. and i don't care what kim says. hopefully ben and company will keep me company. lol. and marissa and maybe kellen. lol.&lt;br /&gt;yea. sad thing is that Amy isn't going on the bus, so i'm gna be LONERED! gahh. lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p.s science assignment now due on monday, when me and julie are not there. joy...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15846817-7083760204120837865?l=thisindependentgirl-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thisindependentgirl-.blogspot.com/feeds/7083760204120837865/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15846817&amp;postID=7083760204120837865' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15846817/posts/default/7083760204120837865'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15846817/posts/default/7083760204120837865'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thisindependentgirl-.blogspot.com/2007/10/music-fest.html' title='Music fest.'/><author><name>thisindependentgirl-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17084081857409017385</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_imhvaU33vp0/TBaZ9htZaSI/AAAAAAAAAFU/Pj1tJkdm8TQ/S220/CIMG0110.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15846817.post-6580613084199391925</id><published>2007-10-24T20:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-24T03:43:30.678-07:00</updated><title type='text'>busy busy busy.</title><content type='html'>heyy ya'll&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's really really busy at the moment.&lt;br /&gt;i'm really so busy i don't think this'll be a very long post. lol.&lt;br /&gt;just thought i'd post something here coz it's kinda..dead. hahha.&lt;br /&gt;well, science assignment due on friday and..yer. i still have to prepare for the speech and stuff.&lt;br /&gt;got musicfest on saturday and monday, speech night on tuesday and english exam on monday.&lt;br /&gt;gahh. how busy can it get man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so yea. i hope everybody's fine. i hope to get slow's letter soon so i can have something relaxing to do. lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;LORD, help me get through this term. Please help me achieve the best in my studies and help me run this last lap of the race, and win.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15846817-6580613084199391925?l=thisindependentgirl-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thisindependentgirl-.blogspot.com/feeds/6580613084199391925/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15846817&amp;postID=6580613084199391925' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15846817/posts/default/6580613084199391925'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15846817/posts/default/6580613084199391925'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thisindependentgirl-.blogspot.com/2007/10/busy-busy-busy.html' title='busy busy busy.'/><author><name>thisindependentgirl-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17084081857409017385</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_imhvaU33vp0/TBaZ9htZaSI/AAAAAAAAAFU/Pj1tJkdm8TQ/S220/CIMG0110.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15846817.post-3554931469646109737</id><published>2007-10-04T18:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-09T00:48:59.301-07:00</updated><title type='text'>school starting soon :)</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;SHE WANTS FABULOUS THAT IS A SIMPLE REQUEST&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;FAB-FAB-FABULOUS!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I NEED FABULOUSSSSSSSSSS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lol. heyyys....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm so addicted to "fabulous" from high school musical 2. hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh wells, school's starting soon. only the best thing everrrrrrrrrrr. hahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i heard about that fone incident at sc on the last day of exams. i'm really sorry to everybody (except you* who's the real culprit) who got their fone confiscated!! what a time to get it confiscated man. the last day of exams, when you're finally FREE. pfft. yer, the rules are pretty strict. oh wells...i guess there's nothing you can do....really sorry about that butt....&lt;br /&gt;oh wells. yerr, i'm re-reading Memoirs of a Geisha. hahahaha. must be my like...gazillionth time. hahaha. so yerr....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;WHY DO ALL GOOD THINGS COME TO AN END??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;and i wish you knew that i missed all the times we shared. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;during those 5 hour rehersals in brissie. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;you know what, i just plain miss you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15846817-3554931469646109737?l=thisindependentgirl-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thisindependentgirl-.blogspot.com/feeds/3554931469646109737/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15846817&amp;postID=3554931469646109737' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15846817/posts/default/3554931469646109737'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15846817/posts/default/3554931469646109737'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thisindependentgirl-.blogspot.com/2007/10/school-starting-soon.html' title='school starting soon :)'/><author><name>thisindependentgirl-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17084081857409017385</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_imhvaU33vp0/TBaZ9htZaSI/AAAAAAAAAFU/Pj1tJkdm8TQ/S220/CIMG0110.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15846817.post-7413342361099829561</id><published>2007-09-28T13:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-28T13:59:48.620-07:00</updated><title type='text'>State Honours Ensemble Program in Brisbane.</title><content type='html'>HEY'ALL!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;am now down in Brissie doing the State Honours Ensemble Program. It's where they bring together the "finest musicians from all around the state to be put into different ensembles conducted by the finest conductors." at least that was what was stated on the letter thingy majiggy. lol. anws, i got put into second violin, 3rd person. It's pretty rad coz the piece wouldn't be as hard as the first violin section and i'm kinda like...somewhere in the middle so i get to hear all the sounds from each different section and i can actually kinda hear what the whole orchestra sounds like and it sounds really kewl. lol. Am sitting next to Ben Greig. How coincidental is THAT??? i came down with him on the train and thought that by the time we reach the con. (conservatorium), i'd probably not have anything to do with him but there i am, stuck with him for like...4 1/2 hours each day for 3 days and probably longer on Sunday coz we have last minute rehersals and like...it'll be longer. lol. but i'm starting to get the know him better. he's pretty kewl. lol. and i bet all the girls are envious at me. hehehehe. coz like..Ben Greig is like the BEST violin player in my age group in the whole of Bundaberg/Queensland. so like..yerr.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;another piece of good news, I MANAGED TO BUY A SEMI-FORMAL DRESS!!!! i'm soooo happy aye. There was actually this other dress that i tried on that i FELL IN LOVE WITH. then i found out that it was $585!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! that's like so freakin expensive man. i was like..heartbroken. lol. anws, we went into this other shop called "miss anne" and the lady in charge was like..philippino. so like..yerr. she was real nice and kept calling me "darl" , "dear" , "gurl" lol. it was funny. but she reinded me so much of Lydia. i miss her heaps. anws, we found this dress that was like gold with black lacing all over it. i loved it. lol. so we bought it. and it was only 80 BUCKS. THAT'S RIGHT. IN YOUR FACE. lol. i was so angry at the other shop for charging so much for a dress. it's like..insane. it's daylight robbery that's what it is. lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yerr. my conductor is Sandra Dackow. She speaks with a really strong american accent. lol. but why should i be surprised? she DID teach in America for a bit. lol. anws, she has a very gruesome way of telling us how to play the violin. lol. if you walked into the theatre where we had our rehersal, you'd often hear, " HARDER!! I WANT YOU TO GET IN THERE AND DRAW BLOOD!" or  "MARK IT IN THE SCORE!! PRICK YOUR FINGER AND MARK IT IN BLOOD SO YOU WON'T FORGET!" lol. yerr...that's what you'd often hear. or like... "FOLLOW ME!! FOLLOW THE STICK. I CAN'T WORK LIKE THIS!" lol. and it was so funny coz Caitlin was complaining about Anthony coz he started like..talking to her and everything. then rite, she really didnt like him. and he kept picking on her and stuff. it's really really funny. then Charlotte was like, [to anthony] "You're so bossy you know. You should go into the army and start blowing your whistle and order people around there." it was hilarious. then he goes," Actually, i thought of doing that. i just felt it might have been better to boss around annoying violin players." lol. it was so hilarious and funny i couldn't stop laughing for like an hour after. lol. and anthony was then later described as the man who has a broomstick shoved up his arse. lol. it was so funny. and Dane was like...so shocked we'd actually say that. lol. we polluted his mind. hahahah XD&lt;br /&gt;anws, Anthony also came in in the middle of one of our rehersals and started telling us how to do stretches and stuff. and he kept getting his sides wrong. like..coz he was facing us, his right was our left and vice versa. so he was like, put your left....i mean your right...i mean, lean your head to the right..and using your left...right hand, press it down gently. then i hear a voice whisper in my ear, "Well, this is complicated." lol. it was hilarious. anws, it is apparent that i'm enjoying myself immensely here. i bet i'll like..cry on the last day. lol. the concert's gna be soo awesum.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p.s i have to catch a bus by myself today coz i gtg to the con from Hypermarket and like..i'm so freaking scared. lol. oh wells, i just hope and pray that i'll be alright. wells, till next time!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15846817-7413342361099829561?l=thisindependentgirl-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thisindependentgirl-.blogspot.com/feeds/7413342361099829561/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15846817&amp;postID=7413342361099829561' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15846817/posts/default/7413342361099829561'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15846817/posts/default/7413342361099829561'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thisindependentgirl-.blogspot.com/2007/09/state-honours-ensemble-program-in.html' title='State Honours Ensemble Program in Brisbane.'/><author><name>thisindependentgirl-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17084081857409017385</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_imhvaU33vp0/TBaZ9htZaSI/AAAAAAAAAFU/Pj1tJkdm8TQ/S220/CIMG0110.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15846817.post-7520323142975090244</id><published>2007-09-23T22:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-23T23:09:00.753-07:00</updated><title type='text'>how do you?</title><content type='html'>How do you tell a guy you like him?&lt;br /&gt;when you don't know whether he feels the same.&lt;br /&gt;or whether he thinks about you the same way you think about him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How do you tell him&lt;br /&gt;when you think that all he wants is friendship&lt;br /&gt;or that if you told him, there won't be a friendship.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How do you do it&lt;br /&gt;if you like a friend and want him to know.&lt;br /&gt;know that you think about him all the time&lt;br /&gt;that you miss him the minute he leaves.&lt;br /&gt;that everytime he looks at you, you're soaring in the heavens&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;among the stars.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOVE = we &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;think&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; about it, &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#00cccc;"&gt;dream&lt;/span&gt; about it, lose sleep&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; worrying&lt;/span&gt; about it, when he don't have it, we &lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;search&lt;/span&gt; for it and when we &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;discover&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; it, we don't know what to do with it. We &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;fear&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; losing it. It is our source of &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;pleasure&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; and &lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;pain&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; but we can't &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;predict&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; which it will be from one moment to the next. It is a short word, &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000099;"&gt;easy to spell&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;, difficult to &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;define&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;strong&gt;impossible&lt;/strong&gt; to live without.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Love is when you miss him even before he leaves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;When you could listen to him talk all night and never get tired of hearing his voice.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;When the sound of his name sends chills down your spine, and when you see his smile the&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;second you close your eyes.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15846817-7520323142975090244?l=thisindependentgirl-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thisindependentgirl-.blogspot.com/feeds/7520323142975090244/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15846817&amp;postID=7520323142975090244' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15846817/posts/default/7520323142975090244'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15846817/posts/default/7520323142975090244'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thisindependentgirl-.blogspot.com/2007/09/how-do-you.html' title='how do you?'/><author><name>thisindependentgirl-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17084081857409017385</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_imhvaU33vp0/TBaZ9htZaSI/AAAAAAAAAFU/Pj1tJkdm8TQ/S220/CIMG0110.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15846817.post-44339027297555503</id><published>2007-09-14T14:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-14T21:05:56.005-07:00</updated><title type='text'>updating :]</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_imhvaU33vp0/RutZHWP0RoI/AAAAAAAAADg/7lnc8Wl_ZgY/s1600-h/school+n+other+pics+175.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5110276184947836546" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_imhvaU33vp0/RutZHWP0RoI/AAAAAAAAADg/7lnc8Wl_ZgY/s320/school+n+other+pics+175.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;top row: kels, michelle&lt;br /&gt;middle row: kim &gt;:( , sarah, amy&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;bottom row: hannah, gabrielle, ilina, kalya &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;3333333333333333333333333333333333333333333333333333&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;bye ilina!! good luck in everything you do!! we'll miss you all very very very very very x100000 much!!!! &lt;33333333&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;yea, that was taken during morning tea. lol.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;oh lord, please help me and guide me in the upcoming exams. keep my light burning bright as i run this last lap of the race. keep me shining all the way through to the end. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;chia's inspiration to me: &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Give them all to Jesus, shattered dreams, wounded hearts, broken toys.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15846817-44339027297555503?l=thisindependentgirl-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thisindependentgirl-.blogspot.com/feeds/44339027297555503/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15846817&amp;postID=44339027297555503' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15846817/posts/default/44339027297555503'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15846817/posts/default/44339027297555503'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thisindependentgirl-.blogspot.com/2007/09/updating.html' title='updating :]'/><author><name>thisindependentgirl-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17084081857409017385</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_imhvaU33vp0/TBaZ9htZaSI/AAAAAAAAAFU/Pj1tJkdm8TQ/S220/CIMG0110.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_imhvaU33vp0/RutZHWP0RoI/AAAAAAAAADg/7lnc8Wl_ZgY/s72-c/school+n+other+pics+175.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15846817.post-5839259411132559861</id><published>2007-09-07T18:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-07T01:10:05.066-07:00</updated><title type='text'>BINBALL!</title><content type='html'>hey everyone!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MATHS AND SCIENCE EXAMS ARE OVER OVER OVER!!! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lol. actually, only maths part A. and science was so freaking horrible coz there were like so many questions i didn't know and i wasn't sure and stuff and the worse part is that mr J has really high expectations of me now and everybody else in like..the whole year 10 grade?? AAAH. STRESS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh wells, i have to go and write slow's letter later. lol. i think i kinda delayed it like long enough. hahah.&lt;br /&gt;anws, we had HPE today and like, mr robo wasn't there so mr T took the class (joy...)&lt;br /&gt;and we all played bin ball and i, for the first time in my life, I WANTED TO BE THE ONE TO PROTECT THE BIN. hahaha. like, the most dangerous job of all coz all the people are trying to hit the bin with the balls. hahah. it was damn scary and funny. then rite, Guy also went to protect the bin on the other side, and he kept climbing into the bin, it was sooo funny and cute. haha. and Stephen fell down and hurt his hip and..yea, he was being a wuss. hahaha. and...yerr. it was funny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmm...nothing much has been happening. i think i should update more. lol. my blog's like..dead. hahha. oh yea,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GOOD LUCK TO ALL THE PEOPLE IN SINGAPORE WITH EOYS. GOOD LUCK TO ALL OF YOUUUS! I'LL BE PRAYING FOR YOU ALL!! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yerr. the week's past pretty slowly. it like..takes ages to past nowadays. i don't know why. it used to go past in like..a flash. haha.&lt;br /&gt;oh yea, learning Romeo and Juliet in English at the moment. actually, now we're just looking at William Shakespeare and the Elizabethan Era. hahah. yerr...oh mann, i have to lose weight. haha. i just ate like BLUEBERRY PIE. yummmm :) haha. and i haven't gone running for ages coz it's been all rainy and all :( oh wells. i need to talk to guyy!!! he always cheers me up when i'm down. and..yerrr. it's fun talking to him. hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anws, i have to go now. dinner's on. seeyas.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15846817-5839259411132559861?l=thisindependentgirl-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thisindependentgirl-.blogspot.com/feeds/5839259411132559861/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15846817&amp;postID=5839259411132559861' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15846817/posts/default/5839259411132559861'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15846817/posts/default/5839259411132559861'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thisindependentgirl-.blogspot.com/2007/09/binball.html' title='BINBALL!'/><author><name>thisindependentgirl-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17084081857409017385</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_imhvaU33vp0/TBaZ9htZaSI/AAAAAAAAAFU/Pj1tJkdm8TQ/S220/CIMG0110.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15846817.post-2358727163350759018</id><published>2007-08-26T19:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-26T02:24:32.201-07:00</updated><title type='text'>can you name 11 people?</title><content type='html'>Can you name 11 People?&lt;br /&gt;name 11 people you can think of, right of the top of your head.don't read the questions below until you write the names.This is a lot funnier if you actually randomly list. (trust me, i randomly named people off the top of my head. i didn't think at all! and this is what came up:)&lt;br /&gt;1. Louise&lt;br /&gt;2. Guy&lt;br /&gt;3. James&lt;br /&gt;4. Ryan&lt;br /&gt;5. Sarah H&lt;br /&gt;6.  Chia&lt;br /&gt;7.  Kelsey&lt;br /&gt;8. Amy&lt;br /&gt;9. Whit&lt;br /&gt;10. Slow&lt;br /&gt;11. Grace&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How did you meet number 4? [ryan]&lt;br /&gt;school? lol. more like..hearsay. hahaha. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What would you do if 6 and 2 were going out? [guy and chia]&lt;br /&gt;damn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where did you meet number 8? [amy]&lt;br /&gt;st. luke's lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What do u think of number 7? [kelsey]&lt;br /&gt;LOVE HER. makes me feel...normal. and not short. FRENS FOREVER! :P &lt;333&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have 3 and 10 ever met? [james and slow]&lt;br /&gt;nope. lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What would you do if number 5 confessed that they love you? [sarah H]&lt;br /&gt;i wouldn't be surprised. lol. i know she loves me :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is number 2 your best friend? [guy]&lt;br /&gt;hell yea.well...one of them anw. we have a special bond and we both love pie tho he loves it more than me. lol. he helps me heaps. THANKS GUY&lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whose 10s best friend? [slow]&lt;br /&gt;erm...MEEE! hahahh. i dunno.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you miss number 1? [louise]&lt;br /&gt;yea...she's ma cuz. i can only see her every 2 and a half years!! [sob] lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is number 9 cool? [whitley]&lt;br /&gt;only the coolest girl i've every met. lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is your opinion of number 6? [CHIA]&lt;br /&gt;LOVE HER HEAPS! we love bitching together! LOL. love you chia! one of my bestest best friends EVERR.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What would you do if 1 and 4 were going out? [louise and ryan]&lt;br /&gt;lol. i trust louise won't be THAT bad to lloyd. lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who does number 2 like? [guy]&lt;br /&gt;lol...i wish i knew.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you have anything special with number 11? [grace]&lt;br /&gt;yess!! friends since year 5 (p4) that's FIVE YEARS PEOPLE! LOL. love her heaps.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever been inside 10's house? [slow]&lt;br /&gt;nup. we din have time the last time i visited her. lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you love number 8? [amy]&lt;br /&gt;of course!my wonderful flute playing friend and sport buddy! lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you slept in the same room with any of them?&lt;br /&gt;number 1.[louise]  rmb terrengganu?? LOL. funnest time everr.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you seen number 3 ever pee their pants?&lt;br /&gt;lmao. no and i'd like it to stay that way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever kissed any of them?&lt;br /&gt;err....no. not that i know of. lol.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15846817-2358727163350759018?l=thisindependentgirl-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thisindependentgirl-.blogspot.com/feeds/2358727163350759018/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15846817&amp;postID=2358727163350759018' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15846817/posts/default/2358727163350759018'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15846817/posts/default/2358727163350759018'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thisindependentgirl-.blogspot.com/2007/08/can-you-name-11-people.html' title='can you name 11 people?'/><author><name>thisindependentgirl-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17084081857409017385</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_imhvaU33vp0/TBaZ9htZaSI/AAAAAAAAAFU/Pj1tJkdm8TQ/S220/CIMG0110.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15846817.post-154997827701328327</id><published>2007-08-25T18:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-25T01:42:39.012-07:00</updated><title type='text'>HIGHHHHHH! :D</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;I AM HIGHHHHHHHHHH!!!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;HEEHEEHEE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;I JUST HAD A WHOLE TRAY OF CHOCALATE. IT WAS YUMMY. YUM YUM YUM. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;lol. i think i'm as bad as kalya. lol&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;anws, 40 HOUR FAMINE IS OVERRR!! :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;lol. me and kalya didn't really do it properly but like...i'll do it again next year...properly. hahahha. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;anws, this weekend must have been the funnest i've everrr had. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;i went to kalya's place to do the 40 hour famine on friday and we also picked up pete at the bus station and like..yerr. lol. she was happy to see him. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;and when we got back, i practiced the violin heaps with Amity for our duet and omg, WE SO TOTALLY ROCK AT IT. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;and we decided to do like...duets for weddings and special occassions and stuff. it would be sooo fun!! me and amity are gna be sooo goood!!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;lol. then we also erm...did lots of stuff. me and Amity talked like heaps coz kalya and Pete were off in their own little world. lol. and like...yerr. we talked and talked and talked. it was real good. hahah. so yerr..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;and we were preparing for st. luke's day tmr.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;EVERYBODY GO TO ST. LUKE'S FOR ST.LUKE'S DAY AND SUPPORT USSSS!!!!! :D &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;LOL. it was sooo funn. lol. kalya's my lez partner!! amity is my rockin violin duet-er they rock my world!! :D  love you guys! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15846817-154997827701328327?l=thisindependentgirl-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thisindependentgirl-.blogspot.com/feeds/154997827701328327/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15846817&amp;postID=154997827701328327' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15846817/posts/default/154997827701328327'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15846817/posts/default/154997827701328327'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thisindependentgirl-.blogspot.com/2007/08/highhhhhh-d.html' title='HIGHHHHHH! :D'/><author><name>thisindependentgirl-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17084081857409017385</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_imhvaU33vp0/TBaZ9htZaSI/AAAAAAAAAFU/Pj1tJkdm8TQ/S220/CIMG0110.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15846817.post-8901062489818418908</id><published>2007-08-21T16:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-20T23:55:53.541-07:00</updated><title type='text'>35 things about me.</title><content type='html'>1. Does anyone know your password on MySpace?&lt;br /&gt;yea. wonderful vertically inclined Jake who helped me with my template thingy majiggy :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. What was the last thing you ordered at McDonald's?&lt;br /&gt;quarter pounder.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Get jealous?&lt;br /&gt;yea...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Does the person you like now know that you like them?&lt;br /&gt;nup.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Do you like your name?&lt;br /&gt;mehh...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Do you believe in love at first sight?&lt;br /&gt;yea. i'm a victim most of the time :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. What was the last thing you did before this?&lt;br /&gt;drink a cup of juice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. Who was the last person you ate with?&lt;br /&gt;hannah, kizzy, kelsey and sarah anderson.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. What are you listening to right now?&lt;br /&gt;my sister play her piano :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. How's the weather right now?&lt;br /&gt;it's freakin cold.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. Last person who called you?&lt;br /&gt;erm...Rebecca Helbig?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. Last lie you told?&lt;br /&gt;lol. i'm a good girl :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. Last song you sang?&lt;br /&gt;smack that - akon&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. Lost a friendship over something stupid?&lt;br /&gt;yea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15. Last thing you drank?&lt;br /&gt;juice :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16. Last time you had starbucks?&lt;br /&gt;oh gawd, it must be 2 years now. lol. i miss it heaps.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17. Where do you wish you were at?&lt;br /&gt;with him*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18. Faked being sick to miss work/school?&lt;br /&gt;nup. my parents are doctors dude. i can't fool them :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19. What time did you wake up today?&lt;br /&gt;5&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20. What did you do last night?&lt;br /&gt;Sleep...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21. Last person you made fun of?&lt;br /&gt;james? lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;22. what are you wearing right now?&lt;br /&gt;a black shirt with a tiger on it. rawr.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;23. What's the first thing you notice about the opposite sex?&lt;br /&gt;eyes :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;24. Where are you right now?&lt;br /&gt;home&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;25. Whats the most annoying thing someone has said to you?&lt;br /&gt;"i'm so dumb"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;26. Do you like music?&lt;br /&gt;i'd die without it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;27.Do you want to get married?&lt;br /&gt;yerr&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;28. Do you want to go Bungee jumping?&lt;br /&gt;hell yea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;29. Can you speak Spanish?&lt;br /&gt;i wish.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;30. Do you like roller coasters?&lt;br /&gt;HELL YES.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;31. Is there anything you wished for this summer?&lt;br /&gt;to get the ACER scholarship.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;32. Thinking about someone right now?&lt;br /&gt;yup...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;33. Concerned about life right now?&lt;br /&gt;i'm always concerned about life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;34. What are you looking forward to this summer?&lt;br /&gt;to go to Korea :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;35. What was your dream last night?&lt;br /&gt;pfft. trust me, you don't want to know. lol.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15846817-8901062489818418908?l=thisindependentgirl-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thisindependentgirl-.blogspot.com/feeds/8901062489818418908/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15846817&amp;postID=8901062489818418908' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15846817/posts/default/8901062489818418908'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15846817/posts/default/8901062489818418908'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thisindependentgirl-.blogspot.com/2007/08/35-things-about-me.html' title='35 things about me.'/><author><name>thisindependentgirl-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17084081857409017385</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_imhvaU33vp0/TBaZ9htZaSI/AAAAAAAAAFU/Pj1tJkdm8TQ/S220/CIMG0110.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15846817.post-3267553102947447468</id><published>2007-08-20T18:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-20T01:24:12.486-07:00</updated><title type='text'>i'm sorry guy..i really am.</title><content type='html'>hey&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lol. hmm...haven't been blogging much lately.&lt;br /&gt;lol.&lt;br /&gt;hmm..&lt;br /&gt;handed in my legal assignment today. finally. i kept trying to hand it in during the class but mr robo kept saying that he'll collect it all at the end of the class which i really don't get. but yea. lol. so glad that i managed to hand it in but.&lt;br /&gt;and after school, we went to chippindalls to get some stuff for our science project. lol&lt;br /&gt;it's coming along great i guess. i mean like...all the aluminium foil is on the box. lol. and that's really good i guess. hahahha. well, another time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;and you didn't know how much it hurt to have to tell you that. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p.s we're playing netball for sport tmr. it's gna be interesting. lol.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15846817-3267553102947447468?l=thisindependentgirl-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thisindependentgirl-.blogspot.com/feeds/3267553102947447468/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15846817&amp;postID=3267553102947447468' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15846817/posts/default/3267553102947447468'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15846817/posts/default/3267553102947447468'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thisindependentgirl-.blogspot.com/2007/08/im-sorry-guyi-really-am.html' title='i&apos;m sorry guy..i really am.'/><author><name>thisindependentgirl-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17084081857409017385</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_imhvaU33vp0/TBaZ9htZaSI/AAAAAAAAAFU/Pj1tJkdm8TQ/S220/CIMG0110.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15846817.post-3309062713319576629</id><published>2007-08-11T18:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-11T01:56:38.313-07:00</updated><title type='text'>quiz.</title><content type='html'>lol. heyy all. out of the goodness of my heart, i'll do this quiz for slow. lol. THANK ME :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rules of the game:Each player of this game starts off with weird things or habits or little known facts about themselves.People who get tagged must write in a blog of their own ten weird things or habits or little known facts as well as state this rule clearly. At the end, you must chose 6 people to be tagged and list their names.no tagbacks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#1. Once i got knocked down by this guy who claimed that i was so small and short that he couldn't see me. no names will be mentioned. *cough kane...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#2.  i've always wanted to be a dancer :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#3. i absolutely LOVE the beach.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#4. one day, i strive to own a Lamborghini Gallardo. a silver one too :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#5. i also strive to own a house near the sea. and it'll kick your house's ass :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#6. i haven't been TOUCHED (literally) by a guy since kindy. (this excludes my dad)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#7. i haven't kissed a guy on any part of the body in my life. (even my dad)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#8. it only took me one day to learn how to cycle. (coz i'm cool.   p.s you're not)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#9. guys have the amazing ability to make me laugh even when they don't say anything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#10. i'm the best hobo in the world :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lol. that last one wasn't a known fact. it was known by me anws. lol. so yea, phew! that was a hard quiz. i had to think of all the wierd things that happened to me. haha. but it was fun aye. haha. seeyas!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15846817-3309062713319576629?l=thisindependentgirl-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thisindependentgirl-.blogspot.com/feeds/3309062713319576629/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15846817&amp;postID=3309062713319576629' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' 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/&gt;been quite sick these few days. it's felt like..friday everyday. i just feel so freakin tired all day. sighs...oh wells, i'd betta buck up coz i've got so many assignments. lol. oh wells.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;if you can't get someone out of your head, maybe they're supposed to be there...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;pls oh pls let that be true. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15846817-8787606129479771290?l=thisindependentgirl-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thisindependentgirl-.blogspot.com/feeds/8787606129479771290/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15846817&amp;postID=8787606129479771290' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15846817/posts/default/8787606129479771290'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15846817/posts/default/8787606129479771290'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thisindependentgirl-.blogspot.com/2007/08/yoyoyo-calling-in-sick.html' title='yoyoyo.         {calling in sick}'/><author><name>thisindependentgirl-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17084081857409017385</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_imhvaU33vp0/TBaZ9htZaSI/AAAAAAAAAFU/Pj1tJkdm8TQ/S220/CIMG0110.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15846817.post-8524655833053469499</id><published>2007-07-27T20:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-06T03:08:57.952-07:00</updated><title type='text'>camp photos.</title><content type='html'>camp photos coming up. not all of them though. don't have that much time to upload all of 'em. tell me if you want me to send you photos k? enjoy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_imhvaU33vp0/Rqmpci1hEPI/AAAAAAAAACQ/EZxyvsPE3xo/s1600-h/IMG_1070.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5091787161571758322" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_imhvaU33vp0/Rqmpci1hEPI/AAAAAAAAACQ/EZxyvsPE3xo/s320/IMG_1070.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stephen stuffing our eggs into his "indestructible" toiletries bag.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_imhvaU33vp0/RqmjVy1hEOI/AAAAAAAAACI/Kyqxkjd3cQA/s1600-h/IMG_1063.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5091780448537874658" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_imhvaU33vp0/RqmjVy1hEOI/AAAAAAAAACI/Kyqxkjd3cQA/s320/IMG_1063.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;day 2, campsite 1&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_imhvaU33vp0/RqmrOy1hERI/AAAAAAAAACg/Tju1FYMXNcQ/s1600-h/IMG_1083.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5091789124371812626" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_imhvaU33vp0/RqmrOy1hERI/AAAAAAAAACg/Tju1FYMXNcQ/s320/IMG_1083.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guy and his awesome abseiling technique. hahha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_imhvaU33vp0/RqmsaC1hESI/AAAAAAAAACo/e4I41zDAWgg/s1600-h/IMG_1095.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5091790417156968738" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_imhvaU33vp0/RqmsaC1hESI/AAAAAAAAACo/e4I41zDAWgg/s320/IMG_1095.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;compared to mine.... lol. it took me ages to reach the bottom. hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_imhvaU33vp0/RqmtWy1hETI/AAAAAAAAACw/E8bQTYj7S8o/s1600-h/IMG_1107.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5091791460834021682" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_imhvaU33vp0/RqmtWy1hETI/AAAAAAAAACw/E8bQTYj7S8o/s320/IMG_1107.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amy freefalling....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_imhvaU33vp0/Rqm6ky1hEUI/AAAAAAAAAC4/JwlXePs0NvQ/s1600-h/IMG_1131.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5091805995003351362" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_imhvaU33vp0/Rqm6ky1hEUI/AAAAAAAAAC4/JwlXePs0NvQ/s320/IMG_1131.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SPLASH!! hahah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_imhvaU33vp0/Rqm7LS1hEVI/AAAAAAAAADA/1OKP88boaxA/s1600-h/IMG_1126.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5091806656428314962" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_imhvaU33vp0/Rqm7LS1hEVI/AAAAAAAAADA/1OKP88boaxA/s320/IMG_1126.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kalya showing her sexy arse. hahaha :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_imhvaU33vp0/Rqm8li1hEWI/AAAAAAAAADI/AOJ2umUyTO4/s1600-h/IMG_1142.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5091808206911508834" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_imhvaU33vp0/Rqm8li1hEWI/AAAAAAAAADI/AOJ2umUyTO4/s320/IMG_1142.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Miranda, Sulitna and Courtney&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_imhvaU33vp0/Rqm9OC1hEXI/AAAAAAAAADQ/88ZUjBT7Kok/s1600-h/IMG_1143.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5091808902696210802" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_imhvaU33vp0/Rqm9OC1hEXI/AAAAAAAAADQ/88ZUjBT7Kok/s320/IMG_1143.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sarah, me and Kalya's kickass tent!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_imhvaU33vp0/Rrbx7S1hEYI/AAAAAAAAADY/DVCH0xWuKsg/s1600-h/IMG_1098.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5095526029387174274" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_imhvaU33vp0/Rrbx7S1hEYI/AAAAAAAAADY/DVCH0xWuKsg/s320/IMG_1098.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;guy and sarah escorting out bags wrapped in our tents package across the waterhole. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hahhaa. there's still more photos but my comp's breaking down. under the whole...too many photos thing. hahaha. so that'll be all of now then. more another time!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15846817-8524655833053469499?l=thisindependentgirl-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thisindependentgirl-.blogspot.com/feeds/8524655833053469499/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15846817&amp;postID=8524655833053469499' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15846817.post-4128117345396695210</id><published>2007-07-26T21:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-26T04:14:15.147-07:00</updated><title type='text'>what's been hap'nin</title><content type='html'>hey hey people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay..what's been happenin' around here...&lt;br /&gt;hmm...nm. piles of homework coming in everyday.&lt;br /&gt;today, every single teacher we had gave us homework. haha. not to mention my 45min-1hour of violin practice everyday. sighs...mr J was rite. it IS the "make or break" term. it's either you make good grades or you break down and fail.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anws, stuff has been goin on and don't really wanna talk about it. hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;finally got the camp photos so will DEFINITELY be posting them up over the weekend.&lt;br /&gt;can't really do it now coz it's like a million hours from my bedtime. haha. so yea.&lt;br /&gt;the weather's been getting hotter and warmer and stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh yea, going to the courthouse tmr. pretty exciting stuff. hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;had a lil chat with kalya,peter and kim today. it's been a...erm..very educational convo. hahaha. kalya and peter had to have some private time near the end but it was all good. hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today, we had like the funniest science class aye. hahaha. we learnt about angular momentum and mr J was swinging al around and it's like...he kept crashing to the ground. hahaha. then rite, sam swung kane around and it was so funny. then mr J was like," hoo boy! we should get sam(practically the tallest, biggest guy in the level) to swing somebody around. who's light?" and like everybody shouted "MICHELLE!" omg, it was so embarrassing and scary at the same time. haha. then the teacher was like," yea, if michelle was dressed appropriately we'd have some fun won't we?" HAHAHHAA. it was quite suss. hahhaha.&lt;br /&gt;so yea, that's basically it. got the new harry potter book and finished it this morning. hahaha. it was really deep and dark but it was one of the best in the series. hahaha. okay, i won't spoil the ending for some people who haven't read it. so yea. have fun!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15846817-4128117345396695210?l=thisindependentgirl-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thisindependentgirl-.blogspot.com/feeds/4128117345396695210/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15846817&amp;postID=4128117345396695210' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15846817/posts/default/4128117345396695210'/><link rel='self' 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warmth&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;and your blonde hair shines in the sunlight. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;then i look at myself, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;and i ask:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"would you ever come to like me too?"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;i want to ask you out,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;but a fear pounds deeply in my heart.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;what if you say no? &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;what if you can't see the both of us together? &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;and everytime i want to walk up to you, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;you look at me &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;and i'm stopped dead in my tracks.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;because you turned my way. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;and i have to walk back to my friends and pretend everything's okay&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;when it's not. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;do you care about me?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;when i cry would you watch the tears roll down my cheek?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;or would you bring me into your arms, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;give me a hug,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;and make everything okay. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;will you give me the part of my heart that you stole? &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15846817-2939856430256315635?l=thisindependentgirl-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thisindependentgirl-.blogspot.com/feeds/2939856430256315635/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15846817&amp;postID=2939856430256315635' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15846817/posts/default/2939856430256315635'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15846817/posts/default/2939856430256315635'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thisindependentgirl-.blogspot.com/2007/07/my-story.html' title='my story.'/><author><name>thisindependentgirl-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17084081857409017385</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_imhvaU33vp0/TBaZ9htZaSI/AAAAAAAAAFU/Pj1tJkdm8TQ/S220/CIMG0110.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15846817.post-2371744691921048772</id><published>2007-07-17T18:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-17T01:33:05.873-07:00</updated><title type='text'>first day of school (term 3)</title><content type='html'>well, today was the first day of school.&lt;br /&gt;lol.&lt;br /&gt;i was so happy to get back to school but damn the freakin cold weather. hahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anws, had my first legal lesson today and mr robinson is soooo BORING.&lt;br /&gt;gawd. it's like....a real bring-down on the whole day. hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh wells, i guess learning about law and stuff is like...really interesting actually. hahaha. quite fun. hahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so that's the first day of term 3. haha. uneventful.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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3)'/><author><name>thisindependentgirl-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17084081857409017385</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_imhvaU33vp0/TBaZ9htZaSI/AAAAAAAAAFU/Pj1tJkdm8TQ/S220/CIMG0110.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15846817.post-7267685722563524187</id><published>2007-07-08T20:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-08T03:49:02.113-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;DAY SIX:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay, i know i promised some people at school that i'd go to school to see them again and i'm sooo sorry but my mum wanted us to shop in the morning coz we were going out for dinner that night. so yea, so we went to vivo city and we ate at this really cool chinese restaurant where they had the chairs in the shape of hands. it was soo fun. hahaa. coz they were in different colours. i'm seriously gna buy one for my 'dream house' hahahha. and i bought a pair of levi jeans and a halter neck red dress for special occassions. hahhaa. it was quite fun actually.then we went back to my grandmother's house then to the hotel to get ready and at about 6-ish we went to uncle damien's and aunty glady's house. i got to see nick and nat again and nat's new hairstyle is soooo...WIERD. HAHAHAHA. i know it's so mean but i mean...even my dad agrees with me. hahahhaha. it's like a pineapple. hahaha. anws, stayed back until like...11:30pm and i was sooooo sleepy i was up in nick and nat's room with a pillow and a blanket with me on a chair and about to fall asleep la. hahaha. how suss is that man. hahaha. but anws, i learnt how to play taitee. not very good at it and they all kept laughing at me when i put down a wrong card. but nick helped me heaps. hahaha. then rite, we just talked for like the rest of the time in their room and i saw them do homework and stuff. hahaha. it was actually quite fun. and me and nick kept comparing our lives to see who's was worse and obviously singapore life wins. hahahaha. but what can i say? aussie life is soooo fun. hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;DAY SEVEN:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today, in the morning, we din really do much. i just stayed at my grandmother's house and went to school when it had finished. then i got this really cute magnets from cheryl. THANK YOU GIRL.&lt;33 then rite, i walked back to the rtc busstop with chia and it was so funny coz chia wanted to ask me something and she shouted STOP. and it was right in front of the zebra crossing and the guy in the car was waiting for us to walk so i pushed chia across the road coz i din want him to get pissed. hahahah. then rite, i got back to the hotel and i can't really rmb what we did so yea, i think we went swimming. but anws, we like....din do much so yea&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;DAY EIGHT:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the last day we had in singapore for another six months and we went to carrefour. haha. we got stuff for our neighbours and i managed to get a pair of fbts. hahahaha. then irte, we went to my grandmother's house for lunch. then about five-ish i went with my mum to pick up fay and uncle chong eng to go back to the hotel to watch the trinations rugby(all blacks v.s wallabies) THE ALL BLACKS ROCK OKAY. even though they lost. haha. then we had dinner at the cafe and terrace in rtc by the poolside and it was really funny coz my dad ordered alot of food and all the girls were struggling to finish. hahah. then we went to sleep. yea, pretty pathetic for the last day we spend in singapore. haha. but i guess, there's only so many things you can do in singapore. hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;will publish the trip to/in/from malaysia another day okay? all i can say is&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;IT WAS THE BOMB DIGGITY&lt;33&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;will publish the malaysia trip and pictures another time yea?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15846817-7267685722563524187?l=thisindependentgirl-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thisindependentgirl-.blogspot.com/feeds/7267685722563524187/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15846817&amp;postID=7267685722563524187' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15846817/posts/default/7267685722563524187'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15846817/posts/default/7267685722563524187'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thisindependentgirl-.blogspot.com/2007/07/day-six-okay-i-know-i-promised-some.html' title=''/><author><name>thisindependentgirl-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17084081857409017385</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_imhvaU33vp0/TBaZ9htZaSI/AAAAAAAAAFU/Pj1tJkdm8TQ/S220/CIMG0110.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15846817.post-8124446088585075695</id><published>2007-06-26T19:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-26T04:20:43.744-07:00</updated><title type='text'>i lurve you chia!</title><content type='html'>hellos!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;continuation of my trip back home. hehe x)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;DAY FOUR:(monday)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay then, today rite, i went to my grandmother's house to dunno do what. hahaha. it was so boring. then rite, at about 2:30 we started going to school lor. hahaha. and omg, i found how unfit i was. i ran from the lobby to the P block and i was panting like crazy like i was going to die la. oh mann, before i could run that and like not get tired at all. sighhh....then rite, i went to the second level and waited there until school ended then i realised that slow's class was upstairs so i sprinted up the stairs and by then quite alot of people left already. then i saw CHIAAA!! hahaha. then i gave her her starbursts. then i was walking down to the canteen with chia then suddenly esther join us and started talking :/ hahahha. then i ate MEE POKK!! hahhaha. then slow and chia come watch me eat. hahaha. and i showed slow that pic of ben. I TOLD ALL YOU GUYS IT'S A BAD PIC U DON'T BELIEVE ME. hahahaha. but seriously, you have to see him in real life to see his shuai-ness. hahaha. oh man, me and chia talked so so so much. hahaha. we went to the staffroom to "see" teachers but i so paisei coz i din do well in sec 2 then go see teacher so diu lian. hahaha. and yes, i still rmb my chinese. hahhaa. then we walked around and talked and avoided bowness. hahaha. then chia had to go for club training so i went home. then we went to SICC to swim/gym and eat dinner. i can't believe my jiao lian still rmb me. hahaha. we must have been really naughty. hahaha. then rite, i went gym. then we ate. and i couldn't bathe coz i forgot to bring clothes. then we went back to my grandmother's house and stayed for like dunno how long. and i could only bathe at like 9pm at the hotel. sighh...hahaha. and i was so damn tired i conked out. hahaha. end of day 4&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;DAY FIVE: &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WENT OUT WITH CHIAAAA!!!! HAHAHAHHAA. I LOVE YOU BESTIE. BFFL&lt;333&lt;br /&gt;omg, then i waited outside her classroom talking with cass for so friggin long coz mr teh was going through bio paper then he made the class stay back for like 1/2 an hour. it was so retarded. but meanwhile i caught up with cass. hahaha. and it was so funny coz we could see that totally NOONE was listening to mr teh. hahahaha. it was so funny. then finally they finished and me and chia walked to the busstop outside sc. then we got into this bus that was DAMN HOT. the aircon was blowing &lt;strong&gt;hot air&lt;/strong&gt; and the windows could not be opened &lt;strong&gt;at all &lt;/strong&gt;so we started sweating like crazy. then the acs barker guys came in and it got even &lt;strong&gt;hotter &lt;/strong&gt;if that's even possible. hahaha. then halfway through, these guys couldn't take it anymore so they got off and we could hear them say like "omg so much better" then this random guy waved at me and chia and we bothed laughed like siao. hahaha. and then we finally reached far east and we jumped off the bus and it was SO COOOL. like first time ever that singapore weather was considered cool. hahaha. then we walked into subway and it was heavenly. hahahaha. then we ordered and ate lunch and talked and talked so much. hahaha. then we din noe what to do and mun yee kept smsing sarah to go ccab to watch bballers verse rgs but sarah totally din want.  ahaha. so we walked to heren where we took NEOS! hahah. will post them another time. it was damn funny coz we totally din noe what pose to do or whatever so like all the pics look the same. hahaha. and my shirt got some wierd sparkly thingy in most of the fotos and i look so friggin wierd. hahaha. then we decorate also got no time to decorate finish so we only got to decorate four when we ordered like...eight? hahaha. but it was all good. ahaha. then after that we went to take bus to ccab but like on the bus, mun yee sms chia say the bball match finishing in 5 mins. hahahaha. oh man, that was so funny. so we went to rtc bus stop and i walked back. then rite, my mum say that she at the swimming pool so i went to have a swim and i found out that i din have the lung capacity to do a simple breastroke start. wth. i hate myself. then now, waiting to go out to dinner at some famous chicken rice restaurant with some relatives. yepp. end of day five.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15846817-8124446088585075695?l=thisindependentgirl-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thisindependentgirl-.blogspot.com/feeds/8124446088585075695/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15846817&amp;postID=8124446088585075695' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15846817/posts/default/8124446088585075695'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15846817/posts/default/8124446088585075695'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thisindependentgirl-.blogspot.com/2007/06/i-lurve-you-chia.html' title='i lurve you chia!'/><author><name>thisindependentgirl-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17084081857409017385</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_imhvaU33vp0/TBaZ9htZaSI/AAAAAAAAAFU/Pj1tJkdm8TQ/S220/CIMG0110.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15846817.post-700279808695348550</id><published>2007-06-25T14:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-24T23:05:51.433-07:00</updated><title type='text'>excited :]]</title><content type='html'>hey ya'll.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;just waiting to go to SC. hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;can't wait....really want to see what it looks like now. hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;hopefully, i won't see cha cham bo or anybody like that. hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;don't really feel like going into long talks about how aussie is like and how i'm doing there. don't even know what i'm gna say if they do ask me. if i tell them that i'm doing well, it's going to be saying something bad about the singaporean education and i don't think singaporean teachers are the right people to be criticising the singapore education to. hahha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sigh...leaving in about 12 minutes. hahaha. btw, anybody here know how to put neoprints in the computer? do i scan it in? coz i'm hoping to post the neoprints that we took yesterday. hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;going to SICC later. will probably be seeing jiao lian again. hahhaa. oh yea, will also be going to the gym. having dinner at SICC. hahaa. can't wait mannn...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15846817-700279808695348550?l=thisindependentgirl-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thisindependentgirl-.blogspot.com/feeds/700279808695348550/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15846817&amp;postID=700279808695348550' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15846817/posts/default/700279808695348550'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15846817/posts/default/700279808695348550'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thisindependentgirl-.blogspot.com/2007/06/excited.html' title='excited :]]'/><author><name>thisindependentgirl-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17084081857409017385</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_imhvaU33vp0/TBaZ9htZaSI/AAAAAAAAAFU/Pj1tJkdm8TQ/S220/CIMG0110.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
