<?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-7834275</id><updated>2011-04-21T07:53:59.858-12:00</updated><title type='text'>My First Blog</title><subtitle type='html'>My First Blog</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stooge_1.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7834275/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stooge_1.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Daniel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13978786631285033155</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>65</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7834275.post-8098371213249347717</id><published>2007-10-10T00:38:00.000-12:00</published><updated>2007-10-10T03:44:29.465-12:00</updated><title type='text'>My Reminder</title><content type='html'>just got back from watching Miss Saigon in Sydney. such a good production. the acting, sing and orchestra were amazing. the set was designed quite ingeniously. always fun watching the set move around. the songs were nice as well. love the song Sun &amp;amp; Moon. sad ending though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but anyways the main reason as to why I'm blogging is to make sure i don't forget. this is more of a post it note :P.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;next year my plans are to watch Spring Awakening and Wicked. well i don't really mind not watching Wicked, it would be nice but its in Melbourne. Spring Awakening i have to watch though, no doubt about it. been waiting and hoping that it comes to Australia since the start of the year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so yes things to do next year, and things to do now is start some assignments.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;till the next blue moon cya&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="body"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7834275-8098371213249347717?l=stooge_1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stooge_1.blogspot.com/feeds/8098371213249347717/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7834275&amp;postID=8098371213249347717&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7834275/posts/default/8098371213249347717'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7834275/posts/default/8098371213249347717'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stooge_1.blogspot.com/2007/10/my-reminder.html' title='My Reminder'/><author><name>Daniel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13978786631285033155</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7834275.post-4998436707354411886</id><published>2007-04-28T23:53:00.000-12:00</published><updated>2007-04-30T02:56:30.189-12:00</updated><title type='text'>Camp Croc</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-AU"&gt;Hey&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-AU"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-AU"&gt;What to say about camp croc. Well i'm defiantly glad I ended up going. It was one of the best things ive ever done. It’s a bound but with some little twists. Putting up with kids, playing with isn’t much different from putting up with other members of your camp group. Your limits are constantly being pushed and finding how much further they can become. You find yourself constantly eating. In stead of caring packs your giving piggy backs. You also learn that corn doesn’t digest well. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-AU"&gt;The program they have running is amazing. For volunteers to be running everything it freaky how smooth it all turns out. I was worried about some issues before camp. Like how I was going to deal with fights, smart asses, runners and wetters. I think you do learn quite quickly though. Hmm just connected that I should actually explain what im talking about, for the people who have no idea what they’re reading. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-AU"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-AU"&gt;During the holidays vinnies runs camps for kids who come from families that struggling for a multitude of reasons. Like for instance broken families or families that are just finding it hard to get by. So its just for kids to have some fun and enjoy themselves. &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;What james said is soo true, that they deserve these camps cause they are just amazing. They all so different have so much potential. The kids on the camps age from 6-12 so they’re primary school kids and runs for five days. On this camp there were about 35 kids, with an average age of 9.6 :P.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-AU"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-AU"&gt;Anyways on the first Sunday night of the holidays all the oldies (leaders) met up at Merici. Had a little meet and greet and got some things ready. Accidentally took to many m&amp;amp;m’s in one of the get to know you games. Made templates for our shirts. My shirt rocked, crossed the croc and snake templates. Oh and did some intense laminating as well. &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-AU"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-AU"&gt;Well what actually happened on camp is pretty much a blur. So this is bits of what I remember. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-AU"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-AU"&gt;Played hours of uno, lego and making friendship bracelets. I started to get addicted making the bracelets.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-AU"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-AU"&gt;Some how I got stuck doing initiation as well as the ugly pageant. Initiation was the worst and the ugly pageant was kinda fun.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-AU"&gt;Initiation was a race consisting of three stages. The first bit was fining a lolly with your mouth in a bowl of caned noodles, and then a run around the room. After that you had to find the three smarties in a mug of milk and I don’t know what else. But it sure did curdle good. Then another run round the room. And finally you had to pour some liquid over your head. I don’t know what I was thinking but the first think that came to my head when I got to the mug was drink. I got half way though the mug and then realised I could just spit out the other half of the mug in my mouth. Must have looked quite bad because Marchall chucked.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-AU"&gt;The ugly pageant was pretty fun while sucking at the same time. I wasn’t meant to be the one who was going to do the pageant but that’s how it turned out. I had lipstick all over my mouth. Tooth paste smeared over my face. Sunscreen, moisturizer, and hair spray in my hair. Wear a puffy gray dress with pillows making curves. My nails got painted red. Didn’t win though. I was hot compared to the others :P, and the tooth paste burns your skin.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-AU"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-AU"&gt;Played some death frisbee as well. I don’t know what we were thinking at the time but it sure was fun. Surprised that we didn’t have any serious injuries. Did take a frisbee in the back of my head and two in the mouth, which cracked my tooth. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-AU"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-AU"&gt;My stump band got ripped off as well. We were wrestling and one of the kids accidentally grabbed the band. O well, I flipped him :P.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-AU"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-AU"&gt;The films that the groups made in the rotations were awesome. Poor blow up croc didn’t have a chance. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-AU"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-AU"&gt;Singing at the camp fire was possibly was the best night out there. Had a tone of fun singing the silly songs. Love the milk song, singing in the rain and the crazy moose. Which I still can’t get them out of my head. We sang the jaws song, aint gonna jump no more, and the boom chicka boom song.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-AU"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-AU"&gt;Shower time was interesting and for some reason didn’t do early risers.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-AU"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-AU"&gt;Warm and fuzzys were the worst. They’re a really nice thing to do for the kids and the other oldies, but they sure are a pain. The warm and fuzzys is just a note you write to each kid and oldie something positive about them. First thing it’s hard to remember them all, and because you have no time in the day to do them you’re up doing after the night meeting. Which finishes about 12:30, and all you wanna do is sleep. On the last night I was the last one to sleep because all the other oldies were doing the other oldie warm and fuzzys at the after party. I couldn’t do that because I was going to be in the &lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;Blue Mountains&lt;/st1:place&gt;, so ended up sleep at 4.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-AU"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-AU"&gt;Never get over &lt;st1:city st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;Troy&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:city&gt; and his fence, and Emma’s hussy call. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-AU"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-AU"&gt;The disco went well. On the last night we had a disco. That was heaps of fun. The skits that the kids preformed were really good. Brad and Jackson’s were hilarious.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-AU"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-AU"&gt;Swamp wars. It’s good and it’s bad. Its fun but damn you hate it at the same time. Some kids just get way to into the game it can get violent.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-AU"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-AU"&gt;Im really glad I got to know victor and Kristen, being that it was there last camp. Victor if you needed the definition of cool you would just point at him. Kristen is amazing she’s defiantly going to be an oldie when she grows up. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-AU"&gt;All the Slifkas are amazing as well. They’re so different but cool in there own way.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-AU"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-AU"&gt;Read bed time stories or if we were really good made up our own story (it worked sometimes) to get them to sleep. Thank you Paul Jennings. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-AU"&gt;Well that’s all I can remember what happened at camp at the moment. Heaps of credit to the leaders Michael and Niamh. An unbelievable amount of preparation they put in to make camp awesome. And credit to the other oldies making everything work. Going on the next camp for sure.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-AU"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-AU"&gt;And I guess this is the end of the post. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-AU"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-AU"&gt;Night :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7834275-4998436707354411886?l=stooge_1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stooge_1.blogspot.com/feeds/4998436707354411886/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7834275&amp;postID=4998436707354411886&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7834275/posts/default/4998436707354411886'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7834275/posts/default/4998436707354411886'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stooge_1.blogspot.com/2007/04/camp-croc.html' title='Camp Croc'/><author><name>Daniel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13978786631285033155</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7834275.post-116793810049748880</id><published>2007-01-04T06:42:00.000-12:00</published><updated>2007-01-04T07:15:00.510-12:00</updated><title type='text'>Aah Poo</title><content type='html'>yes aah poo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im about to leave in 15 minutes, and ive forgotten to post :P.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok 5 minutes to go, ling just uploaded music on to her ipod. :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok -15 minutes to go&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sorry i havent posted, will post when i find a computer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cya guys later :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;have fun while we're away.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7834275-116793810049748880?l=stooge_1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stooge_1.blogspot.com/feeds/116793810049748880/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7834275&amp;postID=116793810049748880&amp;isPopup=true' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7834275/posts/default/116793810049748880'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7834275/posts/default/116793810049748880'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stooge_1.blogspot.com/2007/01/aah-poo.html' title='Aah Poo'/><author><name>Daniel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13978786631285033155</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7834275.post-116533219878198978</id><published>2006-12-05T03:23:00.000-12:00</published><updated>2006-12-09T04:41:22.270-12:00</updated><title type='text'>Catch Up</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-AU"&gt;ok lets look back since i last blogged properly&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;holidays from what i can remember were:&lt;?xml:namespace prefix = o /&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ul type="disc"&gt;&lt;li class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-AU"&gt;stump&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-AU"&gt;sivx memorial&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-AU"&gt;and yeah thats all i can think of at the moment&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;stump was great :D. the theme of stump must of been dust. first prize has to go to sounds like chicken. that was an A+ performance. when breathing the dust to air ratio was just amazing, you had to be there. saw nates first steps in becoming a minor christian celebrity :P. the music was ace. saw scat :D, playjerise, antisceptic, marcus bandcroft, sounds like chicken, the fifth nation, and some other ones but i cant remember their names. Scat was awesome, have to go see them live. drummer comes out with his snare, "youre a flaming idiot, get back on the kit."&lt;br /&gt;the talks were :) and :D. the gathering was :D, while elected ones were :). right now im glad that was given a note book and pens to take notes on most of the talks. i think one of the best talks was by michael frost. the main thing that sticks out in the bible study was he tells us that we need to be reckless in our faith. where he goes on to question if our church was to be taken away from the neighbourhood, would there be grieving over the loss?&lt;br /&gt;umm the late night jazz jam was awesome, i reckon you all would of loved it. i sure did make a fool of myself, but i got to finish but the 12 hours :D.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;since then ive had school :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok lets elaborate on that. school wasnt to bad, there were those moments where you wonder why youre doing the subjects that youve chosen. well really just one subject :P. chem eww. just wasnt interesting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i went on the vinnies night patrol twice. first time was heaps more fun then the second, but it was still good. had a better group the first time. we went out for steak before we went out :P.&lt;br /&gt;hehe i was talking to one of the ladies, pat. she and this other lady just really hate each other. well pat was telling me about how a few days before she saw the other lady trying to pick up five brothers out side of cube. i dont know what kind of "brothers" they were, but it sure is funny. head heaps of other funny stories about them as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went to lucas box social. twas fun. haha man alex + bottles soo does not work. i fact alex + bottles + shaun really doesnt to work.&lt;br /&gt;saw borat. went to far, and was to long.&lt;br /&gt;saw the prestige. that was a great movie :D. the ending tied everything together.&lt;br /&gt;mum wasnt to please with me walking home from webbys, o well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;each thing that ive posted about has seemed to of gotten shorter. :S&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;umm, ive just realized that ive got quite a bit of work to do before i leave for this ecumenical service next year. really should start that.&lt;br /&gt;need to find:&lt;br /&gt;- images of 20th Century figures who have been icons of the compassionate life from various Christian denominations (not necessarily the best known and some quotes that go beneath their image)&lt;br /&gt;- work with matt on creating some poster for people to sign there name on&lt;br /&gt;- and making cookies :P, but i'll leave them to the last minute&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;saw the korean show tonight. highlight was the swaying dresses :D. the show wasn’t to bad, bar two of the acts. the fan dance looks awesome, very pretty, with there fans and dresses. drum "dance" was ace as well. looked like heaps of fun. i would suck at it though. i cant keep time. the third dance, no idea what it was called but i'll call it the dance of the swaying dress :D. with that kind of name you cant go wrong :P. the monk dance was ... boring. “sword” dance for some reason reminded me of the japanese soran bushi dance. couldnt get in to the opera cause it was in korean. so it got boring. im sure it would of been funny if i could understand. the final dance was cool :D. like ling i wanna get one of those hats with streamers on the end :D.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the hats are called &lt;a href="http://www.sceneandheard.ca/article.php?id=782&amp;amp;morgue=1"&gt;sangmo&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;had my presentation evening. it was not to bad. surprised by nicoline's composing ability. received a champanate medal and a marist mates bronze award as well. i found out that i could of got a silver award if i filled in all the sheets.&lt;br /&gt;my results, i can live with them. though im cut i stuffed up my maths and physics exam. o well like i said i can live with the mark i got.&lt;br /&gt;got chosen as house senior. next year will be interesting.&lt;br /&gt;on the night hayden and lee's speech i think summed up the year. strange feeling when hayden mentioned daffy. i think for most of us we place the event out of our mines to cope. to see hayden up there as well showing his emotions amplified everything he said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;im going to dedicate this post to dot. ... happy birthday :D ... :. sorry i forgot. will think of something for you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well time for bed,&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;ja bye bye&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7834275-116533219878198978?l=stooge_1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stooge_1.blogspot.com/feeds/116533219878198978/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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type='html'>things to do&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;   &lt;li&gt;make a resume&lt;/li&gt;   &lt;li&gt;apply for the job&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;   &lt;li&gt;get the info and find out how to create im going to get the pictures for the marist justice station&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;   &lt;li&gt;buy presents&lt;/li&gt;   &lt;li&gt;finish making presents&lt;/li&gt;   &lt;li&gt;train more&lt;/li&gt;   &lt;li&gt;practice pattern&lt;/li&gt;   &lt;li&gt;update blog&lt;/li&gt;   &lt;li&gt;find out who's going to make the ginger bread house&lt;/li&gt;   &lt;li&gt;clean room / spray for bugs&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt; &lt;/ul&gt; i think thats it for now&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7834275-116533214514414263?l=stooge_1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stooge_1.blogspot.com/feeds/116533214514414263/comments/default' title='Post 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7834275.post-116187490501450592</id><published>2006-10-26T02:47:00.000-12:00</published><updated>2006-10-28T03:29:57.020-12:00</updated><title type='text'>18 October 2006</title><content type='html'>Feelings by Damien Anderson&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/944/502/1600/Feelings.2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/944/502/320/Feelings.2.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's no one in town I know&lt;br /&gt;You gave us some place to go.&lt;br /&gt;I never said thank you for that.&lt;br /&gt;I thought I might get one more chance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What would you think of me now,&lt;br /&gt;so lucky,&lt;br /&gt;so strong,&lt;br /&gt;so proud?&lt;br /&gt;I never said thank you for that,&lt;br /&gt;now I'll never have a chance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;May angels lead you in.&lt;br /&gt;Hear you me my friends.&lt;br /&gt;On sleepless roads the sleepless go.&lt;br /&gt;May angels lead you in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So what would you think of me now,&lt;br /&gt;so lucky,&lt;br /&gt;so strong,&lt;br /&gt;so proud?&lt;br /&gt;I never said thank you for that,&lt;br /&gt;now I'll never have a chance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;May angels lead you in.&lt;br /&gt;Hear you me my friends.&lt;br /&gt;On sleepless roads the sleepless go.&lt;br /&gt;May angels lead you in.&lt;br /&gt;May angels lead you in.&lt;br /&gt;May angels lead you in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And if you were with me tonight,&lt;br /&gt;I'd sing to you, just one more time,&lt;br /&gt;a song for a heart so big,&lt;br /&gt;god wouldn't let it live.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;May angels lead you in.&lt;br /&gt;Hear you me my friends.&lt;br /&gt;On sleepless roads the sleepless go.&lt;br /&gt;May angels lead you in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;May angels lead you in.&lt;br /&gt;Hear you me my friends.&lt;br /&gt;On sleepless roads the sleepless go.&lt;br /&gt;May angels lead you in.&lt;br /&gt;May angels lead you in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hear You Me by Jimmy Eat World&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i guess i'll see you there daffy ...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7834275-116187490501450592?l=stooge_1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stooge_1.blogspot.com/feeds/116187490501450592/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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THE STOOGES AND THE SCROOGES part 1 ish - by nate</title><content type='html'>hey&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;look what i found :D. was going though the good old spam blog we made ages ago and found this. nate wrote it :D. should finsh the rest of the story.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wednesday, February 23, 2005&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THE BIRTH OF THE STOOGES AND THE SCROOGES part 1 ish&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There once was a man named mark. He wasn’t the brightest of men but he had a dream. A dream that one day he would find the sacred road to enlightenment…in other words’ finding the fat guy who was happy, Markus was known as fish to his comrades and colleagues for some weird reason. He sure didn’t resemble a fish well at least I didn’t think so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fish lived with his family of bajillion actually it was more 20 ish I think, Von, his mum was a proud and hardworking single mother (of an orphanage) because Master Jam’es had left the poor family to do karate sending back stupid remarks and bits of money. With most of the children growing up so quickly many had already gone out to seek their fortunes most had ended up in random places over the world. Many of the aunties who helped Mumma Von had left cause they could get an “EDU-CAT-SHUN” on the other side of the world not that we didn’t provide enough we just lived in a hole.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways one day Markus (fish) decided to go find the road to enfatenment. He went to the orphanage to say his goodbyes. Mumma Von gave him a pair of red shoes. Not high heels cause that’s gay. He got red sneakers. Mumma Von gave Markus a big hug and some food to take on the journey. AND SO Markus set off on the journey ahead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Soon Markus found himself in a small village, and then a midget appeared. It introduced itself as Tim Kwan also known as TK. He started to do some weird dance and started singing. Markus soon found he was dancing and singing too. All of a sudden all these freaky midgets appeared and started singing and dancing. “Follow the yellow brick road” they all freakishly chanted. TK was screaming his head off and started to lead Mark down some really greenish yellowish road.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;posted by Nate at 8:36 PM&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7834275-115737024863907871?l=stooge_1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stooge_1.blogspot.com/feeds/115737024863907871/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7834275&amp;postID=115737024863907871&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7834275/posts/default/115737024863907871'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7834275/posts/default/115737024863907871'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stooge_1.blogspot.com/2006/09/birth-of-stooges-and-scrooges-part-1.html' title='THE BIRTH OF THE STOOGES AND THE SCROOGES part 1 ish - by nate'/><author><name>Daniel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13978786631285033155</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7834275.post-115746219324496763</id><published>2006-09-05T01:13:00.000-12:00</published><updated>2006-09-05T01:21:03.706-12:00</updated><title type='text'>Spring - Flower - Sleeping - Chocolate</title><content type='html'>&lt;br&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/944/502/1600/Jasmine.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" 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proud of how many towels she was able to go though after been washed :P.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well since ive last posted something substantial i this is whats been happening.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;quite a while ago i went to taras bday. twas interesting. met some people. lessons that ive learnt were, marist + gay joke = gay, susu is a cool name to say out, michelle knows nick, and yeah cant really remember anything much more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;joyces bday was good to. really dont remember much about that. soo i think i'll just leave it at that. though it was a happys, which is anything but.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;umm school ... been watching romeo and juliet. i really like it. would rate it as one of my favourite movies. saw the start of Moulin Rouge. wanna see it now. love that scene where they improvise the emergency rehearsal of spectacular spectacular, its funny.&lt;br /&gt;in religion we watched hotel rwanda. one of the saddest movies ive ever seen. that really frustrated me on how the UN and america could of had done more and stopped the genocide earlier. umm jimmy and daniel has been having a paper aeroplane competition, where you have to fly the plane out the door and then tune right out though the window. winner gets $10 from the other person. i think they only get about 2 plane thrown each lesson.&lt;br /&gt;chem just smells.&lt;br /&gt;phisics is interesting.&lt;br /&gt;ITP is fun. two lessons ago the computer programs werent opening so we ended up playing smash brothers using the 64 emulator. forkland felt really bad that we were playing games, o well.&lt;br /&gt;maths im happy about that :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;last week, stayed back after school and watched marist forths vs the other marist forths. it was pouring so it was really frustrating watching the ball control, but it was a good game. they drew 5 - 5.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;umm yes yesterday. it was saturday. had TKD training in the morning. finally got my shin and arm guards. need to get a chest and groin guards. probably in reverse order. the saturday trainings are fun :D.&lt;br /&gt;after went home and did some more on my physics assignment. i should be doing that now, but o well.&lt;br /&gt;went to lunch at nobel palace for yum cha. eliza was having lunch there. i seem to be seeing her out quite often. food was good :D.&lt;br /&gt;dropped dad at home after.&lt;br /&gt;then we went to see JASMINE :D. quite a lot of people were there. which i guess was to be expected :P. derrick, a-mai, and gary came down to see the baby. every time i see gary he looks different. i still can believe how small she was. ev gave me a cigar as well :D. &lt;br /&gt;got home. finished getting preparing for yf. started to prepare of sunday school.&lt;br /&gt;went to yf and i was looking around and there went many people, but some came late. bs was kinda dodgy. well really was the tangents we made :P. but then again the study we were doing wasnt the greatest. had some of sons oreo cheese cake. mmmm soo good. ooh i love my angel. i got the best things :D. the caramel straw things a really neat :D.&lt;br /&gt;got home and finished sunday school prep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im tired. so i cant be bothered blogging any more :P. i think i read over some of my notes in bed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;song of the moment: mexico by jump, little children. i love the sound of jump little children :D mexico sounds so nice. i like cathedrals and close your eyes as well. though cathedrals he mumbles so ... yeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well have a good week all :D.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ja bye bye&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7834275-115625411820844908?l=stooge_1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stooge_1.blogspot.com/feeds/115625411820844908/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7834275&amp;postID=115625411820844908&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7834275/posts/default/115625411820844908'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7834275/posts/default/115625411820844908'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stooge_1.blogspot.com/2006/08/hey-oh-listen-what-i-say-oh.html' title='Hey oh listen what I say oh'/><author><name>Daniel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13978786631285033155</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7834275.post-115589762176898260</id><published>2006-08-17T22:40:00.000-12:00</published><updated>2006-08-18T17:05:20.123-12:00</updated><title type='text'>NEW TEMPLATE!</title><content type='html'>hello&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i was going though ever ones blogs and i realised that their templates had been changed. so i though i would check out my template. had a look for internet explorer on my computer. realised how much i hated it. i was so use to the firefox complete blank verson. so i decided that i would join in the new template fad.&lt;br /&gt;took me a while to find this template. spent the last 2 hours changing some of the format.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;looking for a new template is really hard. expecially cause most of them are really girly. and yes i do know this one is kinda pushing it, but to its credit there are no flowers, hearts, any form of pink, guys, girls (cause for 5 days a week they are not real theyre mythical creature :P), and girly lines. but then again i was being picky. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i just published some of that personality test thing as well below.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well im going to go and do my IT assignment now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cya :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7834275-115589762176898260?l=stooge_1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stooge_1.blogspot.com/feeds/115589762176898260/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7834275&amp;postID=115589762176898260&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7834275/posts/default/115589762176898260'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7834275/posts/default/115589762176898260'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stooge_1.blogspot.com/2006/08/new-template.html' title='NEW TEMPLATE!'/><author><name>Daniel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13978786631285033155</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7834275.post-115589731246795495</id><published>2006-08-17T21:04:00.000-12:00</published><updated>2006-08-31T02:30:16.766-12:00</updated><title type='text'>INTROVERTED FEELING TYPES</title><content type='html'>man i have such a problem with finishing things i start. never actually did the second part of my bound expedition :P. well anyways here is not exactly what i was hoping to post about the personality test but o well this way i can just get it out of the way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this is just the combination of my four different aspects of my personality.&lt;br /&gt;orientation to life: Introverted&lt;br /&gt;process of perceiving: Sensate / iNtuitive (border line)&lt;br /&gt;process of judging: Feeling&lt;br /&gt;attitued: Perceiving&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well heres a sheet i got about ... me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Introverted Feeling Types - ISFP &amp; INFP&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;intoverted feeling types have a wealth of warmth and enthusiasm, but may not show it till they know you well. reliance on feeling leads them to judge everything by personal values; being introverts, they choose these values without reference to the judgment of others. they know what is most important to them and protect it at all costs. loyalties and passionate conviction are masked by their quiet reserve.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;their feeling being intoverted, they conduct their outer lives mainly with their preferred perceptive process. either sensing or intuition. this makes them open-minded, flexible and adaptable - until one of these things they value most deeply seems in danger - at which point they stop adapting. except for the sake of their work they have little wish to impress or dominate. the friends who mean most to them are the people who understand their values and the goals they are working toward.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;they are twice as good when working at a job they believe in; their feeling puts added energy behind their efforts. they want their work to contribute to something that matters to them ' human understanding or happiness or health, or perhaps to the perfecting of some project or undertaking. they want to have a purpose beyond their paycheck, no matter how big the check. they are perfectionists wherever their feelings is engaged and are usually happiest at some individual work involving their personal values.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;being idealists, they measure their accomplishments against an inner standard of perfection, instead of what is actually possible. they may suffer from too great self-demand, feeling that the contrast between their inner ideal and outer reality is some how their fault. they need to find something they really care about, and then work to achieve it. with an ideal to work for, and good development of perception to help them recognize realistic difficulties and possible solutions, they can achieve a high degree of self-confident drive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if (repeat if) they do not find a way to use their energies in the service of an ideal. they tend to become oversensitive and vulnerable, losing confidence in life and in themselves. if their perception is undeveloped, they may have so little realism that they aspire to the impossible and achieve frustratingly little.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ISFP - with sensing as auxiliary (on this sheet im more an ISFP than INFP)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;see the realities. mildly resemble ESFP, especially in the seeing and meeting the need of the moment. can pay close, unbroken attention for long periods, when work requires monitoring or close observation.&lt;br /&gt;show their warmth more by deeds than words. compassionate toward all helpless creatures. work well at jobs requiring devotion. gentle, considerate, retiring. consistantly underestimate and understate themselves. may find satisfactory outlets in fields where taste, discrimination and a sense of beauty are of value.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i normally am more INFP but the one on the sheet was no way me :P.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well i hope thats the end of that :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cya :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7834275-115589731246795495?l=stooge_1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stooge_1.blogspot.com/feeds/115589731246795495/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7834275&amp;postID=115589731246795495&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7834275/posts/default/115589731246795495'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7834275/posts/default/115589731246795495'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stooge_1.blogspot.com/2006/08/introverted-feeling-types.html' title='INTROVERTED FEELING TYPES'/><author><name>Daniel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13978786631285033155</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7834275.post-115373894076097681</id><published>2006-07-23T22:08:00.000-12:00</published><updated>2006-07-28T02:55:27.096-12:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>damnit i have to restart this blog agian :(. remind me never to open anything needing accrobat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i thought i should post something before school starts again tomorrow. what my holidays have consisted of is basically. going to webbs a lot, playing pictionary a lot, going to bias a lot, going to the movies, playing footy, playing sims 2 (great game), watching youtube :D ... and yeah other stuff. well this is whats been happening recently. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;friday:&lt;br /&gt;i went over to webbs and played some more pictionary and pool. was planing to go and watch short seasons with them that night, but i wasnt guaranteed a spot back so i choose to stay with you guys. talked to mark after and he said there was room for me in the car :(, o well. came back home and finished cleaning up. tim came over first and thus the night started. things that i remember of the night. - puzzle making - watching justice league, harvey birdman, aqua team - playing cards - not playing mahjong - eating :D - ooh and playing cludo :D. &lt;br /&gt;went to bed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;saturday:&lt;br /&gt; woke up late. left for sydeny late. had a good trip there. got a tshirt design going, though i dont know if i'll submit it, also got to ask nick if it is even possible for one of them. question how would you write an "S" in music notation on like sheet music? got to lings place. had my hair cut. now i look really asian :P. had hot pot for dinner :D, and by hot pot i mean "steam boat" :P. mmm poision balls. went grocery shopping for ling. went back lings place. hehe watched serendipity, which i watched a few days before when i found the tape cleaning the tv cupboard. went back in to the bed room to find that i wasnt allowed to make noise :P. so i listened to the ipod and restarted harry potty and the order of the pheonix again, for the forth time :). sometime during reading i cooked some mei gorang :).&lt;br /&gt;went to bed, woke up cause it was cold.&lt;br /&gt;went to bed, woke up cause it was cold.&lt;br /&gt;went to bed, woke up cause it was cold.&lt;br /&gt;went to bed, woke up cause it was cold.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sunday:&lt;br /&gt;went to bed, woke up cause ling was leaving the room. checked out lings sims 2 + university. looks pretty cool. wouldnt mind getting an expansion for sims 2. had a shower :D. mum and dad came over and we went out for lunch. had viet :D. same place we went to when me and mark got stranded in sydeny after stump. mmm special beef noodle soup. went shopping for a chair and bought a blanket as well. went to the parramatta mall after. bought a jumper. though it wasnt the kenji one (to big, im just no the right shape for kenji) and the chicken one (way way to much). walked over to max brenner. on the way saw people setting up red carpet and all these people gathering around. had a &lt;a href="http://www.maxbrenner.com.au/maxgifts/showGift.asp?id=32"&gt;Suckao &lt;/a&gt;:|, that was soooo goood :D. mmmm. i wish the had one in canberra. walked out to finding that there was even more people crowding around with security around. it was the premier of you, me and dupree, and that owen wilson, kate hudson and matt dillson was going to be there. missed out on seeing them, they were going to be there in a hours time :(. &lt;br /&gt;went back to lings made the chair had dinner and left back for canberra. came back home and read some more harry potter. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today:&lt;br /&gt;watched more youtube, got ready for tomorrow, read more harry potter, blogged.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ive gotten the furthest in this book than i ever have before. which is really bad cause im only up to the hearing :P. hmm maybe i should get some sponsors. all funds going to daniel's needy wallet foundation, for his wallet who needs a helping hand in life :). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ooh and this kiara knightly thing. this is the way i see it. shes pretty, but i reckon that shes only really pretty when shes in movies. so i guess shes not that pretty, and shes not that ugly, so shes pretty ugly ... i mean what :| :P. nah shes pretty just a bit overrated as someone said to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;reading taras blog about love. i thought i might have a brief post about what i think love is. i use to also wonder what people meant by say God is love. &lt;br /&gt;well a lot time ago someone asked me what love was. i gave them a very poor answer :P. well they told me what love meant for them and it was sacrifice. which i totally agree to. i think that to be able to sacrifice yourself for a cause, a person, a ideal is the ultimate from of expressing love. i think that sacrifice is such a versatile word that covers so many facets of our lives. answering what was said before about God is love. i think that it is true becuase God took the biggest sacrifice for us, by giving us his son. what do you think?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anywho im sick of watching that anatomy show so im going to head off to read my book a sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;have a good week&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ja bye bye&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hehehe whoops i clicked save as draft when i was meant to be clicking publish post :P. so this is almost a week old :).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so anyways schools been good :D. i learnt that hehe once again from tara's blog about the cricket and temperature thing could work. "If you could count the number of times a cricket chirps in one minute, divide by 2, add 9 and divide by 2 again, you would have the correct temperature in degrees celsius." cause in chem we’re learning about rate of reactions. temperature effects the amount of energy needed to be displaced for a reaction to occur. The higher the temperature the less (activation) energy needed, and vice versa. because crickets arent mammals and dont regulate there own temperature. the surrounding temperature would greatly effect how much energy is needed to produce a chirping sound. therefore the "hotter" it is the less energy need causing more chirps and thus greater figure as the temperature, and vice versa. though i dont know if the maths is right. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;really now im just typing for the sake of making this post longer :P.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;harry potter so far: im up to chapter 13 ‘detention with dolores’. its slowly getting more and more boring, but must plough on. im doing it for the fund :P.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;planned to play some sims today to keep me from napping. but before that i checked out what was on tv. high school musical was on disney. did i watch it? ... heck yeah i did :P. hehe at school phil (refer to marks japan photos)in class turns to me and starts to sing the song. did i sing along? ... heck yeah i did :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;word count: 1212 :)&lt;br /&gt;hehe don’t you just feel like you wasted your life :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;have a good week&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ja bye bye again&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7834275-115373894076097681?l=stooge_1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stooge_1.blogspot.com/feeds/115373894076097681/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7834275&amp;postID=115373894076097681&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7834275/posts/default/115373894076097681'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7834275/posts/default/115373894076097681'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stooge_1.blogspot.com/2006/07/damnit-i-have-to-restart-this-blog.html' title=''/><author><name>Daniel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13978786631285033155</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7834275.post-115159314430694190</id><published>2006-06-29T01:29:00.000-12:00</published><updated>2006-06-29T02:59:04.403-12:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>my post dedicated to saturdays tv line up, which means not worth reading. will post something proper soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6.30pm&lt;br /&gt;High School Musical&lt;br /&gt;8.30pm&lt;br /&gt;Grease&lt;br /&gt;10.45pm&lt;br /&gt;The Rocky Horror Picture Show&lt;br /&gt;on saturday, prime&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;... what more can i say? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hehe ive been in a phase with all of these movies at some stage. grease way back in primary school, the rocky horror picture show a few years ago, and well i guess high school musical right now. sooo good. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;soo all of yous who dont have yf go and watch them. im really only talking to ling here then, assuming you guys are going to be there. but dont worry thats what the tape was invented for, musicals.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and yes i am currently obsessed with high school musical, and yes it has a great plot, theme, songs and dancing, and yes i have seen it 3 three times already, and yes i do have all the songs, and yes vanessa anne hudgens is hot, and ... whooo i mean what ?!?! yeah you got me, the plot is kinda dodgy ... :| whoo i me an inverse of all of that :P.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh yeah on that note im glad to say high school musical are planing a second third movie :P. and now thinking about it ive been watching the disney channel games on you tube. GO BLUE TEAM!!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well im hoping you read my first comment, and that no one has read this. this is possible social suicide. so im going to say that ive had a lack of sleep which has built up to todays post. well its off to bed, and as i wake up, possible deletion :P. &lt;br /&gt;go watch all of my favourite musicals if you did read this :P.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ja bye bye&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7834275-115159314430694190?l=stooge_1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stooge_1.blogspot.com/feeds/115159314430694190/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7834275&amp;postID=115159314430694190&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7834275/posts/default/115159314430694190'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7834275/posts/default/115159314430694190'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stooge_1.blogspot.com/2006/06/my-post-dedicated-to-saturdays-tv-line.html' title=''/><author><name>Daniel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13978786631285033155</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7834275.post-114900099187157172</id><published>2006-05-30T02:14:00.000-12:00</published><updated>2006-06-02T15:46:31.753-12:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>hello&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well i haven’t posted in a while so here is what i remember since my last post, compressed verson. its not really worth reading too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in no order&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; - showering&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; - the day i saw a cockroach in a bin was the day everyone annoyed me by touching me with leaves and sticks making me freak out. far-out nicko the tool actual put one on me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; - topsy sleeping on me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; - going over to webbies to watch the semi-final of Eurovision, and what a Eurovision it was. i was going for Romania, but hey the freaks got it. anyways watched Shawn of the Dead after that. hehe good movie. remember guys choreography is ace.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; - ling being sick, ive been sick, mum is sick. stayed home on Wednesday. didnt manage to do anything but sleep since i got home to 12 the next day. threw up twice and did some maths study&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; - maths test far-out. it was soo easy. i was freaking out cause it was to easy. i got it back and my mark its annoying me. as james said with the kids who ace it but aren’t happy cause of the few marks lost. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; - listened to stadium archadium during tutor. sooo good :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; - listened to heaps of j-pop during study and religion&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; - heard of the jap study tour. not happy :( :P. sound like so much fun. so many stupid things happened. matt and jimmy = funny idiots.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; - planed to go to japan sometime&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; - day the back window of the bus fell out. i was sitting on the bus two seats away. well two guys were playing corners. there was a perfect left coming up. they guy pushed him against the back corner, and kept pushing passed the turn. well the guy was up against the window and then ka-blam-o. watched the window fall out and hear it  smash. the bus driver didnt notice and then one of the guys had to go up. caught the st clares and that other schools bus. hehe found out the next day it was $580 all up to replace. they have to split the cost.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; - found out marist, as in my marist is in wiki :D. think i might edit it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; - broke a lens in physics&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; - the day i did stupid things. some saturday it was. i think i walked in to 3 doors spilt food on the table, forgot about choir practice, almost tripped over, muddled up my words. cant remember the other stuff i did. that was a fun day, twas interesting. i have to thank luke for praying for me. i couldn’t help but fall in to the temptation of the doors.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; - today i was walking in to maths and the door was one of those ones that closes unless its fully open. yeah so i was walking in and the door closed half way i was walking in and my foot got stuck half out side. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; - sung beautiful soul with webb to mark. ... i only knew the chorus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; - ji-ing on to the j names for my kid. my theory is that all kids with a J name are good musicians. well according to my song list. most of my songs artist start with a j. anyways doing the complete opposite to what i just said before im going to name my daughter maya :P. i like the name maya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; - hehe chem is fun. mr donovan makes things funny. &lt;br /&gt;mr mulumbe walks in to the class room and asks mr donovan whos in the class next, and he goes the other chem class. so mr mulumbe asks how many people in the class cause he wants to do something next. mr donnovan goes ... 10 and mr mulumbe walks off. were all are looking at each other going what ?? cause there is a full class. and then mr donovan goes mr mulumbe asks to many questions. mr donovan pays mr mulumbe out all the time and other people for that matter.&lt;br /&gt;on some over heads we were copying off from had all these spelling mistakes and we asked who wrote them up, and he goes "i dont know some old teacher, hopefully theyre dead by now".&lt;br /&gt;still thinking over weather or not to do the titration comp&lt;br /&gt;oh and by the way i would like to add that mr mulumbe carries around with him his best magic card in his brief case.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; - scrubs is good :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; - went to TKD elite program. such a lame name for the sport classes, which is good fun :).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; - miss two episodes of OC. one of them is taped but theyre all sound like (Alvin and the) Chipmunks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; - Origin was good :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; - ooh i helped out in the marist open day. i was looking after the justice and solidarity table. got some good scones. soo many scones. got free pizza today for that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; - had cross country :D good fun. Darlo won it as well :D. freaky how we're winning everything now. i think we've got the house cup now. yes its called the house cup. and yes it probable was stolen from harry potter. anyways in talking up marist. we have won the past 20 years in ASC cross country and i believe the past few years we have won all three athletics, cross country, and swimming. so :P to your school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; - freaky how many people have seen the russell peters comedy. so many of us just quoting, funny stuff. found out that he was coming to Australia, but its all sold out :(. o well next time :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; - as sad as it sounds plan to watch High School Musical on disney chanel. looks good. i checked out the site and ive got one of the songs downloaded :P. breaking free, good song :) :P.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; - in peer support, yes im a peer support leader we ended up doing nothing planed and played footy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; - had a good darlo day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; - joined amnesty. had our first meeting. now ive lost my lunch on monday (amnesty), tuesday (vinnies) and wednesday (justice and solidarity). thinking of getting out of j&amp;s i dont really like it. though we made that painting which was good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; - me and sunny plan to make a mathsletes group 8-). we plan to qualify for the matholymics and with mathsman on our side i believe we'll make it. we've take on urkel as our roll model. did i do that. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; - hehe in study we've got a world cup comp thing going. cant be bothered telling what happened between. but ended up with all the names people had taken been eaten.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; - had a Buddhist munk come in. he didnt seem very Buddhistery like. he was fully looking like one, but he seemed to be very paranoid. nice guy though, and brought up some good comments and ideas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; -  did my english oral. i did a pretty good job, but it was short. i said good morning when it was the afternoon, and mr duncan didnt laugh when i said good moring class and king duncan, but the class did so it all good. btw the speech was on macbeth. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; - thinking that its a far effort if you got a quarter way though this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; - and back to shower&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways im tired now and ive forgotten the rest of what i was going to post. o well do it some other day. i'll think of something to make this blog less boring.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;any whoo have a good one&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ja bye bye :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7834275-114900099187157172?l=stooge_1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stooge_1.blogspot.com/feeds/114900099187157172/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7834275&amp;postID=114900099187157172&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7834275/posts/default/114900099187157172'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7834275/posts/default/114900099187157172'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stooge_1.blogspot.com/2006/05/hello-well-i-havent-posted-in-while-so.html' title=''/><author><name>Daniel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13978786631285033155</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7834275.post-114640406748088536</id><published>2006-04-30T01:30:00.000-12:00</published><updated>2006-04-30T03:02:22.803-12:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>hello&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well i guess this going to be the last post before school. so i guess posibly the last forever :P.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its been a good end to the holidays. on friday i got picked up by ev and viv to go down to sydney. slept during most of it. hehe there was this car we passed it was a big car with the number plate DAD 747. Got to there hotel which we had a problem with parking so that too ages. got up to the place and then went to china town for a feed. only had some one roll of sushi cause it was 3 and dinner was going to be worth saving for. after that went shopping with ev for a shirt. hehe we went to this shop forgot what the name was and the owner was pretty funny. some one drop some cloths and hes like youve got to buy that now, hehe i was just standing there waiting for ev to try the shirt on and he starts to poke me. there was all this other stuff he did as well. funny guy. after that went back to the hotel. then got picked up by dereck and mai thy to go to dinner. hmm i think im going to make a new parragraph.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;met up with ling and gary for sum goood hot pot. mmmm poisin balls. never really been out with gary before. hehe hes got a funny way about him. had a good facial while having dinner, stupid steam :P. i cant remember what else happened at dinner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well went back to lings to stay the night. watched Garden State. it is one of the best movies ive ever seen. its on par with Donnie Darko for my favourite movies. like i said to ling that if we promote the movie more people will watch it and then zach will get more money and hten he'll make another movie *nods*. as the trailer has the movie is beautiful and funny ... interment and real. it was written directed and acted by Zach Braff (JD in scrubs) and Natalie Portman is it as well and thats always good. i love how theres all these messages about life in the movie but the way its delivered is weird and funny. What it reminded me of was napoleon dynamite but more plot. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;... i suddenly got bored of blogging of this post as probably you have reading it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways after that played sims. got told to go to bed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;woke up, woke ling up. got my hair cut. caught the bus home. ooh there was this girl on the bus i swear i knew her. was so tempted to find out but then she would be like   "that's pretty damn random of you there, Andrew" and i would be like "You're freaking out, aren't you?  You're totally freaking out.  You're like running for the door" :P. i thought it was tims friend that comes to yf sometimes but apparently not cause she has a brown violin case not black. o well maybe one day Lilly Rush might close this cold case.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;... fast forward (waiting for the bus)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i had a good talk to this guy who i was waiting for the bus with. he was a nice guy,&lt;br /&gt;and thats about all i have to report about that&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the end&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;question: does it bother you that i dont Capitalizing many things ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well im going to post. have a good first week :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ja bye bye&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7834275-114640406748088536?l=stooge_1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stooge_1.blogspot.com/feeds/114640406748088536/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7834275&amp;postID=114640406748088536&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7834275/posts/default/114640406748088536'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7834275/posts/default/114640406748088536'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stooge_1.blogspot.com/2006/04/hello-well-i-guess-this-going-to-be.html' title=''/><author><name>Daniel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13978786631285033155</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7834275.post-114615404915459258</id><published>2006-04-27T03:45:00.000-12:00</published><updated>2006-04-27T04:11:40.013-12:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i figured it out&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i know why these holidays have been the most tiring one yet. well maybe not the most tiring but why ive been ... "quieter". its cause ive been having all these flash backs. there is not a memory that i have that makes me happy. they all make me miss them. even the most pointless ones, like painting the flame for the magic school bus play. right now im think back to stump ... because the program is right in front of me and im think of the fun and i miss them. dont worry im not sad or anything just tired and zoned out :P. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bet ya im going to be up all night now cause of evil flash backs :P. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well its either that or that im just im an I (introverted), which is suffering from insomnia and an idiot :P.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Artist at the moment: Joshua Radin (such nice music)&lt;a href="http://www.joshuaradin.com/"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;... wait maybe its all the mellow music of his that making me have all these flash backs :P. anyways its still good and addictive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well im going to bed to "sleep". i guess i'll just sleep in the car if i have to. going to be a good day tomorrow :D.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nite :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7834275-114615404915459258?l=stooge_1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stooge_1.blogspot.com/feeds/114615404915459258/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7834275&amp;postID=114615404915459258&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7834275/posts/default/114615404915459258'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7834275/posts/default/114615404915459258'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stooge_1.blogspot.com/2006/04/i-figured-it-out-i-know-why-these.html' title=''/><author><name>Daniel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13978786631285033155</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7834275.post-114606008557583553</id><published>2006-04-26T01:00:00.000-12:00</published><updated>2006-04-26T02:01:25.640-12:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hey all you bloggers out there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;prize goes to who knows where that comes from :P.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hehe had a good dinner tonight. went to dads places for dinner. mmm good food. had whitebait :D. i could live off whitebait. hehe well we some how got on to talking about babies, well i guess it was to be expected cause viv was there. well ev started to talk about how jenny was telling him that you have to find the facial expression that the baby gives when theyre about to do a poo. ev gave the off a face. then uncle ken was like its like this. pretends to crawl and the stops gives off this concentrated stern look. after a while he goes back to pretending to crawl. funniest moment of the night. this then started a lengthy conversation about babies, with many funny stories. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cant wait till ev's and viv's baby going to be so much fun :D. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i was watching tv a few days ago and the bigpond came on. the kids in the car and hes like dad why did the chinese build the great wall of china. the dad has no idea and goes, umm i was in the time of ... nasi goreng (which means fried rice in malay/indonesion)... to keep the rabbits out. laughed so hard after that. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hey question: do cats (and other animals) have eyebrows? cause i was looking at topsy today and just above his eyes the fur is longer and it looks different.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well im pooed. got to do my assignment tomorrow. so im going to go to bed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ja bye bye&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7834275-114606008557583553?l=stooge_1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stooge_1.blogspot.com/feeds/114606008557583553/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7834275&amp;postID=114606008557583553&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7834275/posts/default/114606008557583553'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7834275/posts/default/114606008557583553'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stooge_1.blogspot.com/2006/04/hey-all-you-bloggers-out-there.html' title=''/><author><name>Daniel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13978786631285033155</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7834275.post-114593459716449644</id><published>2006-04-24T14:26:00.000-12:00</published><updated>2006-04-24T15:09:57.273-12:00</updated><title type='text'>New Template</title><content type='html'>YES :D. i finally got the blog to republish. it wasnt to bad getting it to work though.  only thing that was frustrating to fix was getting the side thing to scroll. still got to add some links in and i'll be all good :D. i got a cbox as well, i thought i would JI along with it, not that its going to hardly ever be used :P. and now i just noticed that it has "the last dance" as its form window name thing. gotta change that *nods*. blog something interesting soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;by the way the blog doesnt work on fire fox, but on internet explorer :(.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ja bye bye&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7834275-114593459716449644?l=stooge_1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stooge_1.blogspot.com/feeds/114593459716449644/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7834275&amp;postID=114593459716449644&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7834275/posts/default/114593459716449644'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7834275/posts/default/114593459716449644'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stooge_1.blogspot.com/2006/04/new-template.html' title='New Template'/><author><name>Daniel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13978786631285033155</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7834275.post-114442401338455592</id><published>2006-04-07T03:21:00.000-12:00</published><updated>2006-04-07T05:03:32.726-12:00</updated><title type='text'>Temperament Sorter</title><content type='html'>Heres the test that I did, if you want to do it (ling :P). yeah so send it back to me once you’ve done it and I’ll score it. what its ment to do is tell you what is your preferd learnt behaviour in four areas. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'll type up what i got later and what it all means and what not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Write down the number and then either a or b&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. At a party do you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(a) Interact with many including strangers&lt;br /&gt;(b) interact with a few known to you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Are you more&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(a) realistic then dreamer&lt;br /&gt;(b) dreamer then realistic&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Is it worse to?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(a) have your head in the clouds&lt;br /&gt;(b) be in a "rut"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Are you more impressed by? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(a) principles&lt;br /&gt;(b) emotions&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Are you more drawn to the&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(a) convincing&lt;br /&gt;(b) touching&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Do you prefer to work to?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(a) deadlines&lt;br /&gt;(b) just whenever&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. Do you tend to choose activities?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(a) rather carefully&lt;br /&gt;(b) somewhat impulsively&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. At parties do you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(a) stay late with increasing energy&lt;br /&gt;(b) leave early with decreasing energy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. Are you more able to relate to?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(a) sensible people&lt;br /&gt;(b) imaginative people&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. Are you more interested in talking about the&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(a) actual&lt;br /&gt;(b) possible&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. In judging others are you more swayed by&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(a) laws rather than circumstances&lt;br /&gt;(b) circumstances rather than laws&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. In approaching others is your inclination to be somewhat&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(a) objective&lt;br /&gt;(b) personal&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. Are you more&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(a) punctual&lt;br /&gt;(b) leisurely&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. what do you normally have things as?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(a) incomplete&lt;br /&gt;(b) completed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15. In you social group do you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(a) keep tab of others events&lt;br /&gt;(b) get behind on the news&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16. In doing ordinary things are you more likely to&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(a) do it the usual way&lt;br /&gt;(b) do it your own way&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17. Writers should be&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(a) people whose words are exact&lt;br /&gt;(b) people who use analogy to express their ideas&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18. Which appeals to you more?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(a) consistency in thought&lt;br /&gt;(b) harmonious relationships&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19. Are you more comfortable in?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(a) logical judgements&lt;br /&gt;(b) value judgements&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20. Do you want things?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(a) settled and decided&lt;br /&gt;(b) unsettled and undecided&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21. Would you say you are more?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(a) serious and determined&lt;br /&gt;(b) unsettled and undecided&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;22. In phoning do you &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(a) just talk till it is said&lt;br /&gt;(b) rehearse before what you will say&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;23. Facts&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(a) speak for themselves&lt;br /&gt;(b) illustrate principles&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;24. Are visionaries&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(a) somewhat annoying&lt;br /&gt;(b) rather fascinating&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;25. Are you more often a&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(a) cool headed person&lt;br /&gt;(b) warm hearted person&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;26. Is it worse to be? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(a) unjust&lt;br /&gt;(b) merciless&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;27. Should one let events occur?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(a) by careful selection and choice&lt;br /&gt;(b) randomly and by chance&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;28. do you feel better about?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(a) having purchased&lt;br /&gt;(b) having the option to buy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;29. In company of others do you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(a) initiate conversation&lt;br /&gt;(b) wait to be approached&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;30. Common sense is&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(a) rarely questionable&lt;br /&gt;(b) frequently questionable&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;31. Children often do not &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(a) make themselves useful enough&lt;br /&gt;(b) exercise their fantasy enough&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;32. In making decisions are you more comfortable with&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(a) standards&lt;br /&gt;(b) feelings&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;33. Are you more&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(a) firm than gentle&lt;br /&gt;(b) gentle than firm&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;34. Which is more admirable?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(a) the ability to organise and be methodical&lt;br /&gt;(b) the ability to adapt and make do&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;35. Do you put more value on the&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(a) definite&lt;br /&gt;(b) open ended&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;36. Does new and non-routine interactions with others&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(a) stimulate and energise you&lt;br /&gt;(b) tax your reserves&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;37. Are you more frequently a&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(a) practical sort of person&lt;br /&gt;(b) fanciful sort of person&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;38. Are you more likely to?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(a) see how others are useful&lt;br /&gt;(b) see how others perform and think&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;39. Which is more satisfying to?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(a) discuss an issue thoroughly&lt;br /&gt;(b) arrive at agreement on an issue&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;40. Which rules you more?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(a) your head&lt;br /&gt;(b) your heart&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;41. Are you more comfortable with work that is&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(a) contracted&lt;br /&gt;(b) done on a casual basis&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;42. Do you tend to look for?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(a) the orderly&lt;br /&gt;(b) whatever turns up?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;43. Do you prefer?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(a) many friends with brief contact&lt;br /&gt;(b) a few friends with longer contact&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;44. Do you go more by?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(a) facts&lt;br /&gt;(b) principals&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;45. Are you more interested in? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(a) production and distribution&lt;br /&gt;(b) design and research&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;46. Which is more of a compliment?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(a) there is a logical person&lt;br /&gt;(b) there is a compassionate person&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;47. Do you value in yourself more that?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(a) you are unwavering&lt;br /&gt;(b) you are devoted&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;48. Do you more often prefer the &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(a) final and unalterable statement&lt;br /&gt;(b) tentative and preliminary statement&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;49. Are you more comfortable?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(a) after a decision&lt;br /&gt;(b) before a decision&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;50. Do you generally&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(a) speak easily and at length with strangers&lt;br /&gt;(b) find little to say to strangers&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;51. Are you more likely to trust you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(a) experience&lt;br /&gt;(b) hunch&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;52. Do you feel more?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(a) practical than creative&lt;br /&gt;(b) creative than practical&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;53. Which person is more to be admired, one who displays&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(a) clear reason&lt;br /&gt;(b) strong feeling&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;54. Are you inclined to be?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(a) fair minded&lt;br /&gt;(b) sympathetic&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;55. Is it preferable mostly to?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(a) make sure things are arranged&lt;br /&gt;(b) just let things happen&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;56. In relationships should most things be&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(a) renegotiable&lt;br /&gt;(b) random and circumstantial&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;57. When the phone rings do you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(a) hasten to get to it first&lt;br /&gt;(b) hope someone else will answer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;58. Do you prize more in yourself a&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(a) strong sense of reality&lt;br /&gt;(b) vivid imagination&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;59. Do you prefer to &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(a) know what is happening&lt;br /&gt;(b) think about what could happen&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;60. Which is the greatest error? to be too&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(a) passionate&lt;br /&gt;(b) objective&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;61. Do you see yourself as basically?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(a) hard headed&lt;br /&gt;(b) soft hearted&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;62. Which situation appeals to you more?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(a) the structured and scheduled&lt;br /&gt;(b) the unstructured and unscheduled&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;63. Are you a person that is more?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(a) routine than spur of the movement&lt;br /&gt;(b) spur of the moment than routine&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;64. Are you more inclined to be?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(a) easy to approach&lt;br /&gt;(b) the more imaginative style&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;65. In writings do you prefer?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(a) the more literal style&lt;br /&gt;(b) the more imaginative style&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;66. is it harder for you to?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(a) identify with others&lt;br /&gt;(b) approach others for help&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;67. Which would you wish more for yourself?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(a) clarity of reason&lt;br /&gt;(b) strength of compassion&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;68. Which is the greater mistake?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(a) being indiscriminate to others&lt;br /&gt;(b) being critical of others&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;69. Do you prefer the&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(a) planned event&lt;br /&gt;(b) unplanned event&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;70. Do you tend to be more?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(a) deliberate than spontaneous&lt;br /&gt;(b) spontaneous than deliberate&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;71. Do you prefer to &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(a) work with others&lt;br /&gt;(b) work alone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;72. In regard to a task I prefer to&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(a) get the job done quickly&lt;br /&gt;(b) think about different ways of doing the job&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;73. Do you prefer to &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(a) argue with others&lt;br /&gt;(b) give in to others&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;74. I prefer to&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(a) be on time for things&lt;br /&gt;(b) arrive as soon as I can&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;75. I would prefer to know&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(a) many different things&lt;br /&gt;(b) something’s very well&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;76. My favourite subjects are&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(a) maths and science type&lt;br /&gt;(b) English and art type&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;77. Which teachers do you prefer? those&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(a) who teach what is right&lt;br /&gt;(b) who are sympathetic?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;78. I would prefer in a friend someone who&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(a) is able to organise themselves&lt;br /&gt;(b) can make do with whatever happens&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;79. I am some one who likes to&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(a) introduce people&lt;br /&gt;(b) be introduce to people&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;80. I much prefer to&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(a) know what is happening&lt;br /&gt;(b) think about what could happen&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;81. In dealing with situations I judge more&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(a) by what the rules are&lt;br /&gt;(b) by what the circumstances are&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;82. I am more comfortable with things&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(a) that does not change&lt;br /&gt;(b) that change&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;83. I prefer to have&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(a) people around all the time&lt;br /&gt;(b) some quiet time to myself&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7834275-114442401338455592?l=stooge_1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stooge_1.blogspot.com/feeds/114442401338455592/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7834275&amp;postID=114442401338455592&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7834275/posts/default/114442401338455592'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7834275/posts/default/114442401338455592'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stooge_1.blogspot.com/2006/04/temperament-sorter.html' title='Temperament Sorter'/><author><name>Daniel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13978786631285033155</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7834275.post-114407068302909119</id><published>2006-04-03T01:23:00.000-12:00</published><updated>2006-04-03T01:24:43.053-12:00</updated><title type='text'>posting</title><content type='html'>Hey&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah I said I would post so here it is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’m still currently doing my main post so here is a "filler", one not as bad as Naruto :P. well this was my Thursday / Friday. It was a fun and kinda funny days …&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Woke up late for the athletics carnival, but I managed to change in to my darlo gear and get to school more or less on time. Got to school to find minimal amount of fellow tutor...ers. Got my hair sprayed which was pointless with black hair. After fighting the system for … seconds they put my number on my arm. Went down to the oval and then to the canteen to help out with vinnys. Spent heaps of time wrapping donuts and stocking the fridge. Listening to coldplay, RHCP, and a lot of pop music which is the best to sing along to when you have all these there guys singing as loud as they can. Sold cans pies and donuts. Hehe each time some one ordered a pie you would yell out PIE and then every one else would yell out PIE!! and some one would throw you a pie, which wasn’t the best idea with many pie accidents :P. ended up being the money changer, doing all the change for people. Good fun that. &lt;br /&gt;Novelties i came second for the 400 for my house year group which was bad cause I didn’t do all that well. This year has been strange for out house were actually winning things. If you know the history of our house since ive been there we’ve always been the worse house. Last year we celebrated cause we came fourth in some carnival. I don’t know but this year is bizarro world we came third in swimming and unofficially fist in the athletics. Ooh and we’re the smartest house as well :D. &lt;br /&gt; Left early to finish my chem assignment. Ooh little did I know. Got home and started doing it. It was on researching an element, which I chose to do lithium. Did it all till the extraction method couldn’t find anything on that so I was freaking out. Ended up changing elements at 8 in the night to iron. One of the most painful things ive ever done was that assignment. Finished the assignment at 4:30. managed to drink two full pot worth of chinese tea. Couldn’t sleep till around 5 something.&lt;br /&gt; Woke up at 7:30 and went to school. Had to do a prac report that was due today but I hadn’t started it. Did it all though english, religion, recess, study, free, and lunch. Did a pretty good job of it. Had computing after which was a test. Wasn’t to hard just had to do N-S diagrams and pseudocodes. Think I did alright. Went to chem. after to find out that when he said that the prac and assignment was due Friday really meant that the prac was due Friday and that the assignment was due Monday. I was about to cry then :P. hehe the look on every one else faces was funny :P. so he said that we only had to hand up one of the two and the other on Monday. Handed up the elements assignment. Let’s hope it’s not too bad.&lt;br /&gt; Got home and played the guitar. Ended up going to darlo tallow (darlo sister house from Merici) thing. Stupid Singh and the others made me go. Ended up being 45 minutes late … cause I didn’t want to go :P. met some people. Fell a sleep to find that every one else left to play on the ovals. So I must of looked stupid, how embarrassing :P. went home with a tallow badge to wear on my tie and I don’t remember the rest of the day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well that was my "filler"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I’ll type up the personality test and you can do if you want. It’s pretty interesting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Post the other stuff to do with the personality test later&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ja bye bye :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ps good on you for reading this far :P&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7834275-114407068302909119?l=stooge_1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stooge_1.blogspot.com/feeds/114407068302909119/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7834275&amp;postID=114407068302909119&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7834275/posts/default/114407068302909119'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7834275/posts/default/114407068302909119'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stooge_1.blogspot.com/2006/04/posting.html' title='posting'/><author><name>Daniel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13978786631285033155</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7834275.post-113888250950358243</id><published>2006-02-02T00:03:00.000-12:00</published><updated>2006-02-02T00:15:09.513-12:00</updated><title type='text'>Cola</title><content type='html'>Decoder Ring - Somersault&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I see your breath hanging there&lt;br /&gt;Like snow clouds&lt;br /&gt;Like snow clouds&lt;br /&gt;Across the valley&lt;br /&gt;The snow falls down&lt;br /&gt;Onto my skin...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In my heart, you'll stay&lt;br /&gt;In my heart, with me&lt;br /&gt;In my heart, you'll stay&lt;br /&gt;In my heart, in my heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss you when the&lt;br /&gt;Air is still&lt;br /&gt;And i can hardly feel&lt;br /&gt;But with one breath&lt;br /&gt;You are here&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are here&lt;br /&gt;(in my heart, you'll stay)&lt;br /&gt;You are here, with me&lt;br /&gt;In my heart, you'll stay&lt;br /&gt;In my heart, in my heart...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Out of all the breath in me&lt;br /&gt;I keep yours in my heart&lt;br /&gt;Out of all the breath in me&lt;br /&gt;I keep yours in my heart&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now you will always be with me&lt;br /&gt;In my heart&lt;br /&gt;Now you will always be with me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;... tomorrow we'll smile again ...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7834275-113888250950358243?l=stooge_1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stooge_1.blogspot.com/feeds/113888250950358243/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7834275&amp;postID=113888250950358243&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7834275/posts/default/113888250950358243'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7834275/posts/default/113888250950358243'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stooge_1.blogspot.com/2006/02/cola.html' title='Cola'/><author><name>Daniel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13978786631285033155</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7834275.post-113846117630319125</id><published>2006-01-28T03:12:00.000-12:00</published><updated>2006-01-28T03:12:56.303-12:00</updated><title type='text'>Kite Song - Patty Griffin</title><content type='html'>The Sunday after there was laughter in the air&lt;br /&gt;Everybody had a kite&lt;br /&gt;They were flying everywhere&lt;br /&gt;And all the trouble went away&lt;br /&gt;And it wasn't just a dream&lt;br /&gt;All the trouble went away&lt;br /&gt;And it wasn't just a dream&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the middle of the night&lt;br /&gt;We try and try with all our mights&lt;br /&gt;To light a little light down here&lt;br /&gt;In the middle of the night&lt;br /&gt;We dream of a million kites&lt;br /&gt;Flying high above&lt;br /&gt;The sadness and the fear&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Little sister just remember&lt;br /&gt;As you wander through the blue&lt;br /&gt;The little kite that you sent flying&lt;br /&gt;On a sunny afternoon&lt;br /&gt;Made of something light as nothing&lt;br /&gt;Made of joy that matters too&lt;br /&gt;How the little dreams we dream&lt;br /&gt;Are all we can really do&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the middle of the night&lt;br /&gt;The world turns with all of it's might&lt;br /&gt;A little diamond colored blue&lt;br /&gt;In the middle of the night&lt;br /&gt;We keep sending little kites&lt;br /&gt;Until a little light gets through&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nice voice, nice lyrics, nice depiction, all round nice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;good night&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7834275-113846117630319125?l=stooge_1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stooge_1.blogspot.com/feeds/113846117630319125/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7834275&amp;postID=113846117630319125&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7834275/posts/default/113846117630319125'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7834275/posts/default/113846117630319125'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stooge_1.blogspot.com/2006/01/kite-song-patty-griffin_29.html' title='Kite Song - Patty Griffin'/><author><name>Daniel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13978786631285033155</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7834275.post-113724511312249906</id><published>2006-01-14T01:24:00.000-12:00</published><updated>2006-01-14T01:25:13.666-12:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i don't like days like this one&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7834275-113724511312249906?l=stooge_1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stooge_1.blogspot.com/feeds/113724511312249906/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7834275&amp;postID=113724511312249906&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7834275/posts/default/113724511312249906'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7834275/posts/default/113724511312249906'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stooge_1.blogspot.com/2006/01/i-dont-like-days-like-this-one.html' title=''/><author><name>Daniel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13978786631285033155</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7834275.post-113609309615510435</id><published>2005-12-31T17:12:00.000-12:00</published><updated>2005-12-31T20:32:11.906-12:00</updated><title type='text'>Lior - Daniel</title><content type='html'>i havnt posted in a ... little while. so i thought hmm maybe i should post something. well youre kinda getting a post. its going to me more song lyrics :P. this is a really nice song and lyrics too. ive had it on replay for a while and its still great :D. oooh and its also called Daniel. thats more than enough to warrant it to be a great song.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;here are the lyrics&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;pre style="font-family: arial; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; font-size: 12px; line-height: normal; font-size-adjust: none; font-stretch: normal;"&gt;Step into a doorway in my mind&lt;br /&gt;This is where you live&lt;br /&gt;It's where you live&lt;br /&gt;I forgot the things that I could find&lt;br /&gt;I have not been in here for years&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hi-igh, hi-igh igh igh ohh ooo High-igh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I climbed the stairs that hide beneath the vines&lt;br /&gt;I walked through the year over-growth of time&lt;br /&gt;Up to where we sat in clouds of smoke&lt;br /&gt;Up to where we swam in pools of hope&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hi-igh, hi-igh igh igh ohh ooo High-igh&lt;br /&gt;Hi-igh igh igh ohh ooo high-igh hi-igh igh igh ohh ooo high igh igh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And all the while im looking for your half smile&lt;br /&gt;or something that will show me that you are still around&lt;br /&gt;And all the while im looking for you half smile&lt;br /&gt;or something that will show me that ooooh that you still know me&lt;br /&gt;yeah you still know me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Futher on the pavement starts to crack&lt;br /&gt;This is where we fell, it's where we fell&lt;br /&gt;where smoke turns to haze&lt;br /&gt;i hesitate, and i choose to lead the way came&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hi-igh igh igh ohh ooo hi-igh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Outside its overcast and visions hard to find&lt;br /&gt;But the memories will be my guide&lt;br /&gt;Cause even though I know our skins have changed&lt;br /&gt;The colours that we share will still remain&lt;br /&gt;Hi-igh igh igh ohh ooo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And all the while im looking for your half smile&lt;br /&gt;or something that will show me that you are still around&lt;br /&gt;And all the while im looking for you half smile&lt;br /&gt;or something that will show me that ooooh that you still know me&lt;br /&gt;yeah you still know me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Step into a doorway in my mind&lt;br /&gt;This is where you live Daniel &lt;/pre&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7834275-113609309615510435?l=stooge_1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stooge_1.blogspot.com/feeds/113609309615510435/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7834275&amp;postID=113609309615510435&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7834275/posts/default/113609309615510435'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7834275/posts/default/113609309615510435'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stooge_1.blogspot.com/2006/01/lior-daniel.html' title='Lior - Daniel'/><author><name>Daniel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13978786631285033155</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7834275.post-113195230242640078</id><published>2005-11-13T19:01:00.000-12:00</published><updated>2005-11-13T19:11:42.436-12:00</updated><title type='text'>枯れない花 - 下川みくに</title><content type='html'>&lt;pre&gt;&lt;span style="color:#0000ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;ココロに小さな花が咲いてる&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;君からもらった枯れない花が&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;信じることをもう怖がらないくらい   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;強くなれたから&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;君に逢えてうれしかった&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;つないだ手が誇りだった&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;今は別々の空見上げていても&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;ほら 歩ける　ひとりでも&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;悲しいときほど笑う私を&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;何も言わないで抱いてくれたね&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;凍りついたドアがそっと開くような&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;そんな気がしたよ&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;君に逢えてうれしかった&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;孤独さえも分かち合えた&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;今もこの空の下つながっていると&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;そう 思える　離れても&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;「ありがとう。」も言えなかった&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;約束さえできなかった&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;だけどあの日と同じ風がふいたら&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;また必ず逢えるよね&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;君に逢えてうれしかった&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;つないだ手が誇りだった&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;今は別々の空見上げていても&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;ほら 歩ける　ひとりでも&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7834275-113195230242640078?l=stooge_1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stooge_1.blogspot.com/feeds/113195230242640078/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7834275&amp;postID=113195230242640078&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7834275/posts/default/113195230242640078'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7834275/posts/default/113195230242640078'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stooge_1.blogspot.com/2005/11/blog-post.html' title='枯れない花 - 下川みくに'/><author><name>Daniel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13978786631285033155</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7834275.post-113042054222115154</id><published>2005-10-26T19:25:00.000-12:00</published><updated>2005-10-31T23:03:14.293-12:00</updated><title type='text'>OUTWARD BOUND 2005!!! (part 1)</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 12pt;"&gt;just wanna say this is probably going to be really boring to read :P. so i wouldnt :P and its like only half of it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 12pt;"&gt;Words to describe it would be; once in a life time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Outward bound once i got there aim was totally different from what i thought it was all about. Going in i thought that the idea of outward bound was to go camping, have some fun and walk and walk and walk, with heavy packs i might add. but bound to my surprise i found was beyond that. its aim was to challenge you in four areas, physical, mental, emotional, and social. these challengers pushed you beyond your comfort zones.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a few things that you realise out on bound&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;ul type="disc"&gt; &lt;li class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;that your own personal      efforts are meaningless unless you are though that able to help the group.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;once setting your self a      goal and pushing your self be achieve the goal you become a stronger      person&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;soup doesnt go well with      chocolate and coffee powder&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;action - consequence&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;have hope in hardships&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;and ... others&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/li&gt; &lt;/ul&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;on day four we got told the outward bound story, and it goes like as follows.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in world war 2, Larence Halt an english shipping company owner was constantly under attack by german U-boats. from time to time the sailer was able to get on to life rafts and wait to be rescued. seeing that it was war time rescues would take at times a take to long for the sailer to be survived. from the ones that were rescued in time the owner saw that most of the survivors were sailers of an older age than the ones of younger age, the fitter and stronger men. he soon realised that the younger men had not understood there own physical, emotional, and physiological abilities. while the older men were able to draw on there own life experiences to see them though the tough hard ships on the life boat. to address this problem he and Kurt Hahn (DOE founder) sorted a plan to help the sailers make it though the hard times. each sailer before join the company would go though 28 days of extreme hardships and community service. thus outward bound was formed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thank goodness its not that hard :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well now im done talking about other stuff this is what happened on bound.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Day one&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we were confused, wet, and cold. this was before we even got off the bus. well we got off the bus and met our two instructors Leo and James. Leo was an instructor that came from &lt;st1:country-region&gt;&lt;st1:place&gt;Brazil&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:country-region&gt; and really crazy and weird. James as a training instructor and was heaps cool to muck around with. after that we played some ice breaker games. once of which was to write your name in the air with your ass and then turn around and yell out your name. as leo would say "in front of thousands and thousands of chicks, all wanting to know your name". after the ice breakers we started to pack our packs. this included water proofing all the cloths and sleeping bag, and packing the food and personal gear. man it was so heavy :(. lucky our first camp site was just about 5 minutes walk from where we were dropped off. set up our bivvies which were so poor. Got our set bivvie groups mixed around and end up sleeping with jp, brendan, and rob. after that got placed in environment group which meant we set up the craper and the paper trail, set up jean (leo: " say hi to jean, hi jean"), and to organise the emu bop. after setting up camp had dinner, had a medical check with leo and james, did the supermarket (organise the food for the next two days, and write down the menu. the food given was so bad, but it grows on you), and went to bed around 11:00.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Day two&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;woke up at &lt;st1:time minute="30" hour="5"&gt;5:30&lt;/st1:time&gt; had breakfast packed everything up and left camp at about &lt;st1:time minute="0" hour="9"&gt;9:00&lt;/st1:time&gt; (took us three and a half hours :|). started our three massive peeks hike. the first day of this section we walked 10 k with our packs. during the hikes leo would stop every so often to either do some celebrations like yelling or dancing, or we would learn how to navigate. i had a go at navigation, managed not to get lost :D. had lunch and because we had to clean up properly so we walked a k away and then leo stoped us and make up go back to pick up a one stupid bandaid, ahhh so annoying. some time after lunch i managed to lose one of my river crossing shoes which sucked, becuase - 1. they were my normal shoes 2. i ended up having to do my river crossing in my boots making them wet for the rest of the camp. walked a bit more to our camp site. got our bivvies up, which was pretty hard becuase jp was sick so me and singh had to do it. got put on fire for the night (colect fire wood, start the fire, maintain the fire, put the fire out, burn the burnables, throw out the coals in the morning, cover the pit). had a good night though and went to bed around &lt;st1:time minute="30" hour="10"&gt;10:30&lt;/st1:time&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Day three&lt;br /&gt;woke up at &lt;st1:time minute="30" hour="5"&gt;5:30&lt;/st1:time&gt; got ready and packed, left about &lt;st1:time minute="15" hour="8"&gt;8:15&lt;/st1:time&gt;. had an even bigger walk a head. walked walked walked. walked 11k over mountains and mountains. umm cant really remember anything else that happened ... it rained. ooh had my first major rivier crossing. it was about waist high and was so very cold. that day was probably one of the worst. we thought we were there a little while after the crossing but there was so much more. got to camp about &lt;st1:time minute="30" hour="6"&gt;6:30&lt;/st1:time&gt;. that night jp though up so it was pretty bad as well. changed to cooking group which sucked cos you had to cook and serve, so you were last to eat. cooked the greatest pasta though. yummy yummy bacon. man when we were preparing the bacon they started to cut off the bacon fat, which really freaked me out. oooh and we had "soup". i come back and the cooking groups like yeah we're having soup so i just chopped up the rest of the veg. half way though cooking it starts to turn a chocolate colour, every ones like you must of added the chocolate powder with the soup, it should still be fine. after serving it, every once toughing it out because the added coffee powder to it as well. it was so bad. i would like to say i had nothing to do with the adding of the powder in the soup. we had another food drop so we had to do the supermarket thing again. went to bed around &lt;st1:time minute="0" hour="11"&gt;11:00&lt;/st1:time&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;man this is getting long so im going to post this and then finish the rest some time ... later :P&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7834275-113042054222115154?l=stooge_1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stooge_1.blogspot.com/feeds/113042054222115154/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7834275&amp;postID=113042054222115154&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7834275/posts/default/113042054222115154'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7834275/posts/default/113042054222115154'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stooge_1.blogspot.com/2005/10/outward-bound-2005-part-1.html' title='OUTWARD BOUND 2005!!! (part 1)'/><author><name>Daniel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13978786631285033155</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7834275.post-112600668671128153</id><published>2005-09-05T23:36:00.000-12:00</published><updated>2005-09-05T23:38:06.716-12:00</updated><title type='text'>Storm</title><content type='html'>how long have I&lt;br /&gt;been in this storm&lt;br /&gt;so overwhelmed by the ocean's shapeless form&lt;br /&gt;water's getting harder to tread&lt;br /&gt;with these waves crashing over my head &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if I could just see you&lt;br /&gt;everything will be alright&lt;br /&gt;if I'd see you&lt;br /&gt;the storminess will turn to light &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and I will walk on water&lt;br /&gt;and you will catch me if I fall&lt;br /&gt;and I will get lost into your eyes&lt;br /&gt;and everything will be alright&lt;br /&gt;and everything will be alright &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know you didn't&lt;br /&gt;bring me out here to drown&lt;br /&gt;so why am I 10 feet under and upside down&lt;br /&gt;barely surviving has become my purpose&lt;br /&gt;cause I'm so used to living underneath the surface &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if I could just see you&lt;br /&gt;everything will be alright&lt;br /&gt;if I see you&lt;br /&gt;the storminess will turn to light &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and I will walk on water&lt;br /&gt;and you will catch me if I fall&lt;br /&gt;and I will get lost into your eyes&lt;br /&gt;and everything will be alright&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and I will walk on water&lt;br /&gt;you will catch me if I fall&lt;br /&gt;and I will get lost into your eyes&lt;br /&gt;and everything will be alright&lt;br /&gt;I know everything is alright&lt;br /&gt;everything's alright&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;storm by lifehouse&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;good song&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7834275-112600668671128153?l=stooge_1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stooge_1.blogspot.com/feeds/112600668671128153/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7834275&amp;postID=112600668671128153&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7834275/posts/default/112600668671128153'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7834275/posts/default/112600668671128153'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stooge_1.blogspot.com/2005/09/storm.html' title='Storm'/><author><name>Daniel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13978786631285033155</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7834275.post-112480366510641310</id><published>2005-08-23T00:24:00.000-12:00</published><updated>2005-08-23T01:27:45.163-12:00</updated><title type='text'>the start of the hopefully big big post :|</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;well hello hello&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;come come *motions with hands to sit* now that your comfortable, let me fill your head with the life of daniel ... in other words crap :P.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think year my year group has gone in to a hacky sack mania. we have the "cool" group (or to me the group with all the future leaders of marist for my year) playing hacky and then we have the mix of the "cool" group and then we have my group all playing hacky sack. its heaps fun. i always end up in the mixed group because i get annoyed at how unco some people are. like far out hacky sack is for you feet, not for you hands :P.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i got my maths test back for my elective maths and i did a bit above average :D, which is heaps good cos he said normal half the class gets A's, and as a percentage i get just 80%. still waiting on my other maths test to come back. i think i did alright. oh an got to get my english in class essay back as well. i think im going to get a bad mark seeing that i went way over the word limit and it was all crap :P.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hehe for our tutor quivers that we get for book week (so nerdy and lame :P), we've been just getting the answers from the net but our teacher just tells the that we get it off the net so its just pointless now. o well deep down we all know that were the winner even though were cheating.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lets thing back whats been happening.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oooh had a great weekend ... last weekend. for bb some guy came and gave us his testimony. it was about how knowing that all the little choses that he had made in the pass was slowly making him walk away from God. and when he needed God the most he realised that he had walked so far way that God wasnt really there with him. So he decided that he would live for God once again. it was heaps good, that wasnt really the full thing im just lazy to type what he said :P. hehe after that i went to the jam session with was so much fun :D. just sitting back listen to people playing the guitar and the drums. oooohh fun fun fun :D.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we had the church anniversary too :D. that was heaps of fun. got dressed up as an idiot walked though everyone posing (how embarrassing) really badly too.  but it was good :D.  got to see some good photos taht bring back memories (eg james and mark looking silly :P). ooooohhhh watched the birthday party of mark and ling ling :P, from 1994. got the tape of it too. ive been watching over and over again :P. renee droping the cake on herself aawww :P. mark: mummy where is my present. james looking though the binoculars. nate being there :S :P. oooohhhh and tim hehe so porky :P. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the sunday day was good too :D. choir went heaps well :D. found the service kinda tiring though. as i looked around i saw people falling asleep :P, but it was good :). the "all you can eat" was crap, i could eat more :(.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well i better finsh it here. dads telling me of from not revising.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well i havent checked it so lets hope its all sounds and spelt right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;got the big walkathon tomorrow :| fun fun fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;blog again some other time later :)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7834275-112480366510641310?l=stooge_1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stooge_1.blogspot.com/feeds/112480366510641310/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7834275&amp;postID=112480366510641310&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7834275/posts/default/112480366510641310'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7834275/posts/default/112480366510641310'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stooge_1.blogspot.com/2005/08/start-of-hopefully-big-big-post.html' title='the start of the hopefully big big post :|'/><author><name>Daniel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13978786631285033155</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7834275.post-112150319971487288</id><published>2005-07-15T20:32:00.000-12:00</published><updated>2005-07-15T20:42:30.033-12:00</updated><title type='text'>KBBL is going to give me something stupid</title><content type='html'>Somewhere out there,&lt;br /&gt;Beneath the pale moon night,&lt;br /&gt;Someone’s thinking of me,&lt;br /&gt;And loving me tonight.&lt;br /&gt;Somewhere out there,&lt;br /&gt;Someone’s saying a prayer,&lt;br /&gt;That we’ll find one another,&lt;br /&gt;In that big somewhere out there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And even though I know how very far apart we are,&lt;br /&gt;It helps to think we might be wishing&lt;br /&gt;On the same bright star,&lt;br /&gt;And when the night wind starts to sing&lt;br /&gt;A lonesome lullaby,&lt;br /&gt;It helps to think we’re sleeping underneath the&lt;br /&gt;Same big sky.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Somewhere out there,&lt;br /&gt;If love can see us through,&lt;br /&gt;Then, we’ll be together,&lt;br /&gt;Somewhere out there, out where dreams, come true.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And even though I know how very far apart we are,&lt;br /&gt;It helps to think we might be wishing&lt;br /&gt;On the same bright star,&lt;br /&gt;And when the night wind starts to sing&lt;br /&gt;A lonesome lullaby,&lt;br /&gt;It helps to think we’re sleeping underneath the&lt;br /&gt;Same big sky.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Somewhere out there,&lt;br /&gt;If love can see us through, (can see us through)&lt;br /&gt;Then, we’ll be together,&lt;br /&gt;Somewhere out there, out where dreams, come true.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nice song, good movie as well :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7834275-112150319971487288?l=stooge_1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stooge_1.blogspot.com/feeds/112150319971487288/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7834275&amp;postID=112150319971487288&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7834275/posts/default/112150319971487288'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7834275/posts/default/112150319971487288'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stooge_1.blogspot.com/2005/07/kbbl-is-going-to-give-me-something.html' title='KBBL is going to give me something stupid'/><author><name>Daniel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13978786631285033155</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7834275.post-111910714423769302</id><published>2005-06-18T02:58:00.000-12:00</published><updated>2005-06-18T03:05:44.276-12:00</updated><title type='text'>:| EXAMS</title><content type='html'>man im so under prepared for them. i hope i do well :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok next semester im going to work a lot more harder&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oooh every one go to&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://www.homestarrunner.com/sbemail.html and then scroll down to dreamemail, dragon, japanese cartoon, and to guitar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hehe there my favorites to watch :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the rest of them are heaps funny too just i cant remeber them :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok im going to study a bit more&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cya later every one&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7834275-111910714423769302?l=stooge_1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stooge_1.blogspot.com/feeds/111910714423769302/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7834275&amp;postID=111910714423769302&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7834275/posts/default/111910714423769302'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7834275/posts/default/111910714423769302'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stooge_1.blogspot.com/2005/06/exams.html' title=':| EXAMS'/><author><name>Daniel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13978786631285033155</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7834275.post-111910665869640338</id><published>2005-06-18T02:52:00.000-12:00</published><updated>2005-06-18T02:57:41.636-12:00</updated><title type='text'>With Every Breath</title><content type='html'>Hallelujah from the heavens&lt;br /&gt;Hallelujah in the heights above the earth&lt;br /&gt;Hallelujah all His angels&lt;br /&gt;Hallelujah for the last will be first&lt;br /&gt;Let everything that has breath praise the Lord&lt;br /&gt;Let everything that has breath praise the Lord&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hallelujah in the morning&lt;br /&gt;Hallelujah for the beauty of His scars&lt;br /&gt;Hallelujah in the twilight&lt;br /&gt;Hallelujah sun and moon and shining stars&lt;br /&gt;Let everything that has breath praise the Lord&lt;br /&gt;Let everything that has breath praise the Lord&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When the night seems so long (throw your hands to the sky)&lt;br /&gt;You can sing a new song (wipe the tears from your eyes)&lt;br /&gt;When you're weak, He is strong&lt;br /&gt;He can heal your wounded soul&lt;br /&gt;And calm the storm inside&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For all your times of laughter&lt;br /&gt;In every hopeful prayer&lt;br /&gt;When the world weighs on your shoulders&lt;br /&gt;Through sorrow and your despair&lt;br /&gt;With everything, with every breath, praise the Lord&lt;br /&gt;Let everything, let every breath praise the Lord&lt;br /&gt;Let everything that has breath praise the Lord&lt;br /&gt;Let everything that has breath praise the Lord&lt;br /&gt;Let everything that has breath praise the Lord&lt;br /&gt;Let everything, let every breath praise the Lord&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When the night seems so long (throw your hands to the sky)&lt;br /&gt;You can sing a new song (wipe the tears from your eyes)&lt;br /&gt;When you're weak, He is strong&lt;br /&gt;He can heal your wounded soul&lt;br /&gt;And calm the storm inside&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nice song&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7834275-111910665869640338?l=stooge_1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stooge_1.blogspot.com/feeds/111910665869640338/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7834275&amp;postID=111910665869640338&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7834275/posts/default/111910665869640338'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7834275/posts/default/111910665869640338'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stooge_1.blogspot.com/2005/06/with-every-breath.html' title='With Every Breath'/><author><name>Daniel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13978786631285033155</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7834275.post-111590743438489220</id><published>2005-05-12T02:14:00.000-12:00</published><updated>2005-05-12T02:17:14.393-12:00</updated><title type='text'>blogging blogging blogging</title><content type='html'>meh im to tired now to blog :P. anyways its not as if you read my blogs and go wow so insightful :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'll post some other day ... maybe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ja bye bye&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7834275-111590743438489220?l=stooge_1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stooge_1.blogspot.com/feeds/111590743438489220/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7834275&amp;postID=111590743438489220&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7834275/posts/default/111590743438489220'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7834275/posts/default/111590743438489220'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stooge_1.blogspot.com/2005/05/blogging-blogging-blogging_13.html' title='blogging blogging blogging'/><author><name>Daniel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13978786631285033155</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7834275.post-111582162262732783</id><published>2005-05-11T02:26:00.000-12:00</published><updated>2005-05-11T02:27:02.633-12:00</updated><title type='text'>blogging blogging blogging</title><content type='html'>yeah i was ment to blog today but i feel a sleep and now its to late :P so tomorrow *nods*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7834275-111582162262732783?l=stooge_1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stooge_1.blogspot.com/feeds/111582162262732783/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7834275&amp;postID=111582162262732783&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7834275/posts/default/111582162262732783'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7834275/posts/default/111582162262732783'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stooge_1.blogspot.com/2005/05/blogging-blogging-blogging.html' title='blogging blogging blogging'/><author><name>Daniel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13978786631285033155</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7834275.post-111579287495669148</id><published>2005-05-10T18:18:00.000-12:00</published><updated>2005-05-10T18:29:51.530-12:00</updated><title type='text'>Hotel California - Eagles</title><content type='html'>On a dark desert highway, cool wind in my hair&lt;br /&gt;Warm smell of colitas, rising up through the air&lt;br /&gt;Up ahead in the distance, I saw a shimmering light&lt;br /&gt;My head grew heavy and my sight grew dim&lt;br /&gt;I had to stop for the night&lt;br /&gt;There she stood in the doorway;&lt;br /&gt;I heard the mission bell&lt;br /&gt;And I was thinking to myself,&lt;br /&gt;’this could be heaven or this could be hell’&lt;br /&gt;Then she lit up a candle and she showed me the way&lt;br /&gt;There were voices down the corridor,&lt;br /&gt;I thought I heard them say...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Welcome to the hotel california&lt;br /&gt;Such a lovely place&lt;br /&gt;Such a lovely face&lt;br /&gt;Plenty of room at the hotel california&lt;br /&gt;Any time of year, you can find it here&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Her mind is tiffany-twisted, she got the mercedes bends&lt;br /&gt;She got a lot of pretty, pretty boys, that she calls friends&lt;br /&gt;How they dance in the courtyard, sweet summer sweat.&lt;br /&gt;Some dance to remember, some dance to forget&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I called up the captain,&lt;br /&gt;’please bring me my wine’&lt;br /&gt;He said, ’we haven’t had that spirit here since nineteen sixty nine’&lt;br /&gt;And still those voices are calling from far away,&lt;br /&gt;Wake you up in the middle of the night&lt;br /&gt;Just to hear them say...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Welcome to the hotel california&lt;br /&gt;Such a lovely place&lt;br /&gt;Such a lovely face&lt;br /&gt;They livin’ it up at the hotel california&lt;br /&gt;What a nice surprise, bring your alibis&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mirrors on the ceiling,&lt;br /&gt;The pink champagne on ice&lt;br /&gt;And she said ’we are all just prisoners here, of our own device’&lt;br /&gt;And in the master’s chambers,&lt;br /&gt;They gathered for the feast&lt;br /&gt;The stab it with their steely knives,&lt;br /&gt;But they just can’t kill the beast&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last thing I remember, I was&lt;br /&gt;Running for the door&lt;br /&gt;I had to find the passage back&lt;br /&gt;To the place I was before&lt;br /&gt;’relax,’ said the night man,&lt;br /&gt;We are programmed to receive.&lt;br /&gt;You can checkout any time you like,&lt;br /&gt;But you can never leave!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;such a good song *nods*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7834275-111579287495669148?l=stooge_1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stooge_1.blogspot.com/feeds/111579287495669148/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7834275&amp;postID=111579287495669148&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7834275/posts/default/111579287495669148'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7834275/posts/default/111579287495669148'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stooge_1.blogspot.com/2005/05/hotel-california-eagles.html' title='Hotel California - Eagles'/><author><name>Daniel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13978786631285033155</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7834275.post-111475688636797433</id><published>2005-04-28T02:22:00.000-12:00</published><updated>2005-04-28T19:10:13.930-12:00</updated><title type='text'>The Hedgehog's Dilemma</title><content type='html'>&lt;pre&gt;Rie Fu - Decay&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I could've said a word but you turned away&lt;br /&gt;Why do you always act such a passive way?&lt;br /&gt;Now don't you ever think that I would suck up to you&lt;br /&gt;But I still believe in you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hisoyaka ni kurasu kyojintachi todokanai todokanai itsudemo&lt;br /&gt;tobira wo shimeteshimau koukei toomawari toomawari itsudemo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* koushite hibi ga tatsu keredo&lt;br /&gt;ookina JANPU mo sezu ni&lt;br /&gt;anata wa koko de nani wo shiteru no&lt;br /&gt;aogi aogare dokomademo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;jounetsu wa taete wa ikenai&lt;br /&gt;taiyou no shita demo keikoutou no shita demo&lt;br /&gt;aojiroku hieru kanjou terashite terashite&lt;br /&gt;sono hikari de&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;repeat *&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;iradachi no HAZAMA ni aru&lt;br /&gt;taiman na karada yukkuri to okiagaru&lt;br /&gt;gensou dake de wa mou imi ga nai&lt;br /&gt;kuukyo na jikan wa aozora he&lt;br /&gt;sukui you no nai mizu no naka de GOORU made&lt;br /&gt;tadoritsuketara&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;repeat *&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm just waiting for you to stand up to it&lt;br /&gt;What are you waiting for?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You could've said a word but you turned away&lt;br /&gt;Why do you always act such a passive way?&lt;br /&gt;Now don't you ever think that I would suck up to you&lt;br /&gt;But I still believe in you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im bored here have a nice song&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7834275-111475688636797433?l=stooge_1.blogspot.com' alt='' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7834275.post-111461010547789509</id><published>2005-04-27T01:30:00.000-12:00</published><updated>2005-04-27T01:55:05.480-12:00</updated><title type='text'>sleepy :o</title><content type='html'>hello&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ta-da im blogging :P. hehe as you can see the stooges blog together :P.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok im going to think of a song to blog&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Honey and the Moon - Joseph Arthur&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Don't know why I'm still afraid&lt;br /&gt; If you weren't real I would make you up&lt;br /&gt; now&lt;br /&gt; I wish that I could follow through&lt;br /&gt; I know that your love is true&lt;br /&gt; And deep&lt;br /&gt; As the sea&lt;br /&gt; But right now&lt;br /&gt; Everything you want is wrong,&lt;br /&gt; And right now&lt;br /&gt; All your dreams are waking up,&lt;br /&gt; And right now&lt;br /&gt; I wish I could follow you&lt;br /&gt; To the shores&lt;br /&gt; Of freedom,&lt;br /&gt; Where no one lives.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Remember when we first met&lt;br /&gt; And everything was still a bet&lt;br /&gt; In love's game&lt;br /&gt; You would call; I'd call you back&lt;br /&gt; And then I'd leave&lt;br /&gt; A message&lt;br /&gt; On your answering machine&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; But right now&lt;br /&gt; Everything is turning blue,&lt;br /&gt; And right now&lt;br /&gt; The sun is trying to kill the moon,&lt;br /&gt; And right now&lt;br /&gt; I wish I could follow you&lt;br /&gt; To the shores&lt;br /&gt; Of freedom,&lt;br /&gt; Where no one lives&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Freedom&lt;br /&gt; Run away tonight&lt;br /&gt; Freedom, freedom&lt;br /&gt; Run away&lt;br /&gt; Run away tonight&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; We're made out of blood and rust&lt;br /&gt; Looking for someone to trust&lt;br /&gt; Without&lt;br /&gt; A fight&lt;br /&gt; I think that you came too soon&lt;br /&gt; You're the honey and the moon&lt;br /&gt; That lights&lt;br /&gt; Up my night&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; But right now&lt;br /&gt; Everything you want is wrong,&lt;br /&gt; And right now&lt;br /&gt; All your dreams are waking up,&lt;br /&gt; And right now&lt;br /&gt; I wish that I could follow you&lt;br /&gt; To the shores&lt;br /&gt; Of freedom&lt;br /&gt; Where no one lives&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Freedom&lt;br /&gt; Run away tonight&lt;br /&gt; Freedom freedom&lt;br /&gt; Run away&lt;br /&gt; Run away tonight&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; We got too much time to kill&lt;br /&gt; Like pigeons on my windowsill&lt;br /&gt; We hang around&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Ever since I've been with you&lt;br /&gt; You hold me up&lt;br /&gt; All the time I've falling down&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; But right now&lt;br /&gt; Everything is turning blue,&lt;br /&gt; And right now&lt;br /&gt; The sun is trying to kill the moon,&lt;br /&gt; And right now&lt;br /&gt; I wish I could follow you&lt;br /&gt; To the shores&lt;br /&gt; Of freedom&lt;br /&gt; Where no one lives&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok any ways&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;random: so what have you been doing lately daniel&lt;br /&gt;daniel: going to school&lt;br /&gt;random: so how have you been&lt;br /&gt;daniel: good&lt;br /&gt;random: are you hungry&lt;br /&gt;daniel: yes&lt;br /&gt;random: AAAAHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!! this is a pooie interview *storms off*&lt;br /&gt;daniel: :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oooh oooh i passed my road ready today :D. mind you i didnt get that question that i failed on twice :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;question: does any one have juice in there brain ???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oooh hehe in business so kid answered the question and Mr Ward goes yeah thats the samething but different .... hehe i thought that was funny :D ... but no one else laughed :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok im hungry so im going to post this and eat something *nods*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ja bye bye&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7834275-111461010547789509?l=stooge_1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stooge_1.blogspot.com/feeds/111461010547789509/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7834275&amp;postID=111461010547789509&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7834275/posts/default/111461010547789509'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7834275/posts/default/111461010547789509'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stooge_1.blogspot.com/2005/04/sleepy-o.html' title='sleepy :o'/><author><name>Daniel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13978786631285033155</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7834275.post-111288427828268533</id><published>2005-04-07T01:42:00.000-12:00</published><updated>2005-04-07T02:31:18.286-12:00</updated><title type='text'>River of Tears</title><content type='html'>&lt;h3 class="title"&gt;River Of Tears&lt;/h3&gt;  &lt;h4 class="author"&gt;by Eric Clapton and Simon Climie&lt;/h4&gt;  &lt;p class="verse"&gt; It's three miles to the river&lt;br /&gt;That would carry me away,&lt;br /&gt;And two miles to the dusty street&lt;br /&gt;That I saw you on today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="verse"&gt; It's four miles to my lonely room&lt;br /&gt;Where I will hide my face,&lt;br /&gt;And about half a mile to the downtown bar&lt;br /&gt;That I ran from in disgrace.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="chorus"&gt; Lord, how long have I got to keep on running,&lt;br /&gt;Seven hours, seven days or seven years?&lt;br /&gt;All I know is, since you've been gone&lt;br /&gt;I feel like I'm drowning in a river,&lt;br /&gt;Drowning in a river of tears.&lt;br /&gt;Drowning in a river.&lt;br /&gt;Feel like I'm drowning,&lt;br /&gt;Drowning in a river.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="verse"&gt; In three more days, I'll leave this town&lt;br /&gt;And disappear without a trace.&lt;br /&gt;A year from now, maybe settle down&lt;br /&gt;Where no one knows my face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="verse"&gt; I wish that I could hold you&lt;br /&gt;One more time to ease the pain,&lt;br /&gt;But my time's run out and I got to go,&lt;br /&gt;Got to run away again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="chorus"&gt; Still I catch myself thinking,&lt;br /&gt;One day I'll find my way back here.&lt;br /&gt;You'll save me from drowning,&lt;br /&gt;Drowning in a river,&lt;br /&gt;Drowning in a river of tears.&lt;br /&gt;Drowning in a river.&lt;br /&gt;Feels like I'm drowning,&lt;br /&gt;Drowning in the river.&lt;br /&gt;Lord, how long must this go on?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   Drowning in a river,&lt;br /&gt; Drowning in a river of tears.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this song is really nice&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well im so over blogging but people are telling me to blog so here i am again raaah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i so have nothing to blog about cos im boring *nods*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ooh just before topsy was licking my hair :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok thats all i have to report&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this is really poor but o well&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nite nite guys&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bye bye&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7834275-111288427828268533?l=stooge_1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7834275.post-111254105129477181</id><published>2005-04-03T03:10:00.000-12:00</published><updated>2005-04-03T03:10:51.296-12:00</updated><title type='text'>wonderful tonight</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Wonderful Tonight&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="verse"&gt; It's late in the evening; she's wondering what clothes to wear.&lt;br /&gt;She puts on her make-up and brushes her long blonde hair.&lt;br /&gt;And then she asks me, "Do I look all right?"&lt;br /&gt;And I say, "Yes, you look wonderful tonight."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="verse"&gt; We go to a party and everyone turns to see&lt;br /&gt;This beautiful lady that's walking around with me.&lt;br /&gt;And then she asks me, "Do you feel all right?"&lt;br /&gt;And I say, "Yes, I feel wonderful tonight."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="bridge"&gt; I feel wonderful because I see&lt;br /&gt;The love light in your eyes.&lt;br /&gt;And the wonder of it all&lt;br /&gt;Is that you just don't realize how much I love you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    It's time to go home now and I've got an aching head,&lt;br /&gt; So I give her the car keys and she helps me to bed.&lt;br /&gt; And then I tell her, as I turn out the light,&lt;br /&gt; I say, "My darling, you were wonderful tonight.&lt;br /&gt; Oh my darling, you were wonderful tonight."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nice song :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Renee happy i posted something :P&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7834275-111254105129477181?l=stooge_1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stooge_1.blogspot.com/feeds/111254105129477181/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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tired -_-</title><content type='html'>if youre bored at any time go to &lt;a href="http://www.retrojunk.com"&gt;www.retrojunk.com&lt;/a&gt; greatest site ever :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;any who im going to bed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nite nite&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7834275-111149586640563554?l=stooge_1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stooge_1.blogspot.com/feeds/111149586640563554/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7834275&amp;postID=111149586640563554&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7834275/posts/default/111149586640563554'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7834275.post-111098177403065106</id><published>2005-03-16T01:59:00.000-12:00</published><updated>2005-03-16T02:02:54.030-12:00</updated><title type='text'>rain rain rain rain rain rain</title><content type='html'>... ive got a head ache *hits head on table* :(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7834275-111098177403065106?l=stooge_1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stooge_1.blogspot.com/feeds/111098177403065106/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7834275&amp;postID=111098177403065106&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7834275/posts/default/111098177403065106'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7834275/posts/default/111098177403065106'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stooge_1.blogspot.com/2005/03/rain-rain-rain-rain-rain-rain_17.html' title='rain rain rain rain rain rain'/><author><name>Daniel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13978786631285033155</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7834275.post-111089256658641403</id><published>2005-03-15T00:53:00.000-12:00</published><updated>2005-03-15T01:16:06.586-12:00</updated><title type='text'>not so nerdy any more</title><content type='html'>dont worry guys im not a nerd any more just semi. the guy that was away bet me *sigh of relief*. so lets hear whats in the good old brain of daniels. *opens head* *cricket sounds* *closes head* wow did you hear those words of wisdom. ooooh the praying mantis crisis is over :).  after my shower when i got home i found it in the bathroom, and after screaming and running away from it, i got mum to take it out side :D.  oh and im sick as well :(.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;showers ive had today : 2&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;stupid things ive done : dont think ive done any today well that i can think of&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok im going to bed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bye bye&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7834275-111089256658641403?l=stooge_1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stooge_1.blogspot.com/feeds/111089256658641403/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7834275&amp;postID=111089256658641403&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7834275/posts/default/111089256658641403'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7834275/posts/default/111089256658641403'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stooge_1.blogspot.com/2005/03/not-so-nerdy-any-more.html' title='not so nerdy any more'/><author><name>Daniel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13978786631285033155</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7834275.post-111080920391499412</id><published>2005-03-14T01:52:00.000-12:00</published><updated>2005-03-14T02:06:43.916-12:00</updated><title type='text'>:| praying mantis :|</title><content type='html'>why is there a praying mantis flying in side my house :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today i got my maths test back, : im a nerd : well a maths nerd :.  i got highest in my class &lt;strong&gt;68%&lt;/strong&gt; and the person that came second just passed. hey does any one have a highlighter i just wanna highlight my mark :P. so thats what umm a whole lot more persents, haha i love my nerdy english it makes me feel so smart. hmm what else happend today oh english made me so tired like sleepy tired ... and then all of a sudden i woke up and had paper in my hair, how weird is that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok does any one know how to kill a praying mantis with out going near it ???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;at little lunch (hehe i like calling recess little lunch) i had a chocolate drink thing it was yummy :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok im going to bed now&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nite nite&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img 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rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7834275.post-111072152972948700</id><published>2005-03-13T01:43:00.000-12:00</published><updated>2005-03-13T01:45:29.730-12:00</updated><title type='text'>ta-da</title><content type='html'>im sleepy so good night every ... you know ( just for ling i'll add that )&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7834275-111072152972948700?l=stooge_1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stooge_1.blogspot.com/feeds/111072152972948700/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7834275&amp;postID=111072152972948700&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7834275/posts/default/111072152972948700'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7834275/posts/default/111072152972948700'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stooge_1.blogspot.com/2005/03/ta-da.html' title='ta-da'/><author><name>Daniel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13978786631285033155</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7834275.post-111071924128969432</id><published>2005-03-13T00:58:00.000-12:00</published><updated>2005-03-13T01:07:21.290-12:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>See the sun&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm comin' round to open up the blinds,&lt;br /&gt;you can't hide here any longer.&lt;br /&gt;my god, you need to rinse those puffy eyes,&lt;br /&gt;you can't lie still any longer.&lt;br /&gt;and yes, they'll ask you where you've been,&lt;br /&gt;and you'll have to tell them, again and again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and you probably don't want to hear tomorrow's another day,&lt;br /&gt;but I promise you you'll see the sun again&lt;br /&gt;.and you're asking me why pain's the only way to happiness,&lt;br /&gt;and I promise you you'll see the sun again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;come on take my hand,&lt;br /&gt;we're going for a walk,&lt;br /&gt;I know you can,you can wear anything,&lt;br /&gt;as long as it's not black,&lt;br /&gt;please don't mourn forever,&lt;br /&gt;she's not coming back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and yes, they'll ask youwhere you've been,&lt;br /&gt;and you'll have to tell them,&lt;br /&gt;again and again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and you probably don't&lt;br /&gt;want to hear&lt;br /&gt;tomorrow's another day,&lt;br /&gt;but I promise you&lt;br /&gt;you'll see the sun again.&lt;br /&gt;and you're asking me&lt;br /&gt;why pain's theonly way to happiness,&lt;br /&gt;and I promise you&lt;br /&gt;you'll see the sun again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;do you remember telling me you'd&lt;br /&gt;found the sweetest thing of all?&lt;br /&gt;you said, one day of this&lt;br /&gt;was worth dying for.&lt;br /&gt;so be thankful you knew her at all,&lt;br /&gt;but it's no more...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and you probably don't want to hear tomorrow's another day,&lt;br /&gt;but I promise you you'll see the sun again.&lt;br /&gt;and you're asking me why pain's the only way to happiness,&lt;br /&gt;and I promise you you'll see the sun again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and you probably don't want to hear tomorrow's another day,&lt;br /&gt;but I promise you you'll see the sun again.&lt;br /&gt;and you're asking me why pain's the only way to happiness,&lt;br /&gt;and I promise you you'll see the sun again.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7834275-111071924128969432?l=stooge_1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stooge_1.blogspot.com/feeds/111071924128969432/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7834275&amp;postID=111071924128969432&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7834275/posts/default/111071924128969432'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7834275/posts/default/111071924128969432'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stooge_1.blogspot.com/2005/03/see-sun-im-comin-round-to-open-up.html' title='&lt;see the sun&gt;'/><author><name>Daniel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13978786631285033155</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7834275.post-111054785026399502</id><published>2005-03-11T00:58:00.000-12:00</published><updated>2005-03-11T01:30:50.300-12:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>dear diary&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today i fell a sleep in science but when i woke up :D, its a feeling youve just got to love :D. hehe and then the rest of science me and mark jsut ended up drawing ^_^, it was so much fun. who ever eats miss macs pies man are they just getting poorer and poorer, hehe you could even say there budget :P, or ... peasant :P. anywho ling you better be reading my blogs grrr you and making me blog. well you didnt really make me ... hmm o well. i just had an idea hehe maybe i should make this post like a diary :O *deletes hello diary adds dear diary*. man im am so tired but i dont wanna sleep what a dilemna :(, and wow did the topics change quick i blame the tiredness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;stupid thing i did to day: walked in to two doors&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;amount of showers: three&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;have a good night everyone :D and you better sing the butterfly song really really loud :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bye bye&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7834275-111054785026399502?l=stooge_1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stooge_1.blogspot.com/feeds/111054785026399502/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7834275&amp;postID=111054785026399502&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7834275/posts/default/111054785026399502'/><link 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                           sharks&lt;br /&gt;         cowboys                                 broncos&lt;br /&gt;         sea eagles                              warriors&lt;br /&gt;         knights                                   storm&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yay footy season starting tonight&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7834275-111046238079587370?l=stooge_1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stooge_1.blogspot.com/feeds/111046238079587370/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7834275&amp;postID=111046238079587370&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7834275/posts/default/111046238079587370'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7834275/posts/default/111046238079587370'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stooge_1.blogspot.com/2005/03/win-bulldogs-lose-dragons-wests-tigers.html' title='&lt;daniels predictions&gt;'/><author><name>Daniel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13978786631285033155</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7834275.post-111046197298659612</id><published>2005-03-10T01:28:00.000-12:00</published><updated>2005-03-10T01:39:32.986-12:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>hello&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;raaaaaaaaaah did i scare you ???? today was fun it was a ten pounds of fun in a five pound bag. got up well didnt want to get up but mum was like raaaaaah. finshed my english story. yesterday i was like this story is gold, today wow this story is so crap. did my maths test witch wasnt that hard, i think i did pretty well. hehe got home and went to sleep. play oz tag *smiles*, that had to be the best game of oz tag ive played. mind you we lost 18-3 :P. first half hmm lets play propely and see how it goes, second half stuff this lests be tools and muck around the rest of hte game. after that had singing practice that was fun :D.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;have a good one every one&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bye bye&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh and btw today i only had three showers you guys should be proud&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7834275-111046197298659612?l=stooge_1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stooge_1.blogspot.com/feeds/111046197298659612/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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type='text'></title><content type='html'>hello&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i feel like posting something but i so have nothing to post about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;isnt it funny how things change so quicky.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and this music makes you thinks so much :P. dont know why i think its cos its all reflective and so on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;blah blah blah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;good night guys&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7834275-111003279007529871?l=stooge_1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stooge_1.blogspot.com/feeds/111003279007529871/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7834275&amp;postID=111003279007529871&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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someone and come along&lt;br /&gt;Who's gonna comfort me and keep me strong?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are all rowing the boat of fate&lt;br /&gt;The waves keep on coming and we can't escape&lt;br /&gt;But if we ever get lost on our way&lt;br /&gt;The waves will guide you through another day&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tooku de iki o shiteru&lt;br /&gt;Toome ni natta mitai&lt;br /&gt;Kurayami ni omoeta kedo&lt;br /&gt;Mekaku shisareteta dake&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Inori o sasagete&lt;br /&gt;Atarashii hi o matsu&lt;br /&gt;Asayaka ni hikaru umi&lt;br /&gt;Sono hate made e&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nobody knows who I really am&lt;br /&gt;Maybe they just don't give a damn&lt;br /&gt;But if I ever need someone and come along&lt;br /&gt;I know you will follow me and keep me strong&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hito no kokoro wa utsuri yuku&lt;br /&gt;Mukedashitaku naru&lt;br /&gt;Tsuki wa mata atarashii shuuki de&lt;br /&gt;Fune o tsureteku&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And every time I see your face&lt;br /&gt;The oceans heave up to my heart&lt;br /&gt;You make me wanna strain at the oars&lt;br /&gt;And soon I can see the shore&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah, I can see the shore?&lt;br /&gt;When will I see the shore?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want you to know who I really am&lt;br /&gt;I never thought I'd feel this way towards you&lt;br /&gt;And if you ever need someone to come along&lt;br /&gt;I will follow you and keep you strong&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tabi wa mada tsuzuiteku&lt;br /&gt;Odayaka na hi mo&lt;br /&gt;Tsuki wa mata atarashii shuuki de&lt;br /&gt;Fune o terashiasu&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Inori o sasagete&lt;br /&gt;Atarashii hi o matsu&lt;br /&gt;Asayaka ni hikaru umi&lt;br /&gt;Sono hate made&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And every time I see your face&lt;br /&gt;The oceans heat up to my heart&lt;br /&gt;You make me wanna strain at the oars&lt;br /&gt;And soon I can see the shore&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unmei no mune o kogi&lt;br /&gt;Nami wa tsugi kara tsugi e to&lt;br /&gt;Watashitachi o osou kedo&lt;br /&gt;Sore mo suteki na tabi ne&lt;br /&gt;Dore mo suteki na tabi ne&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this is a nice song :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7834275-110898676817441502?l=stooge_1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stooge_1.blogspot.com/feeds/110898676817441502/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7834275&amp;postID=110898676817441502&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7834275/posts/default/110898676817441502'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7834275/posts/default/110898676817441502'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stooge_1.blogspot.com/2005/02/life-is-like-boat.html' title='life is like a boat'/><author><name>Daniel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13978786631285033155</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7834275.post-110838340602517702</id><published>2005-02-14T00:10:00.000-12:00</published><updated>2005-02-14T00:16:46.026-12:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>hey guys i couldnt sleep and i thought that i might going a send something on my blog. you know what i just realised that i have been going to yf for 2 years already, and i guess heaps has changes sinces then, for better or for worse. well dont worri this year will be just as great as the last ones even better if we want it to be. remeber what ever has changed God made it that way for a reason, i nor you may not see it now but its going to be great i know it. so have faith :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;good night&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7834275-110838340602517702?l=stooge_1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stooge_1.blogspot.com/feeds/110838340602517702/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7834275&amp;postID=110838340602517702&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7834275/posts/default/110838340602517702'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7834275/posts/default/110838340602517702'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stooge_1.blogspot.com/2005/02/hey-guys-i-couldnt-sleep-and-i-thought.html' title='&lt;couldnt sleep&gt;'/><author><name>Daniel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13978786631285033155</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7834275.post-110320385914602376</id><published>2004-12-16T02:23:00.000-12:00</published><updated>2004-12-16T01:30:59.146-12:00</updated><title type='text'>GOOD BYE EVERY ONE</title><content type='html'>hello&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;just thought that may be i should post something before i go to bed and before i go on my trip around the world. man i dont wanna go i know im going to miss every one. well merry christmas and happy new year :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yeah thats about all i had to say.  so till we meet&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ja bye bye&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Daniel&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7834275-110320385914602376?l=stooge_1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stooge_1.blogspot.com/feeds/110320385914602376/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7834275&amp;postID=110320385914602376&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7834275/posts/default/110320385914602376'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7834275/posts/default/110320385914602376'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stooge_1.blogspot.com/2004/12/good-bye-every-one.html' title='GOOD BYE EVERY ONE'/><author><name>Daniel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13978786631285033155</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7834275.post-110060999399550169</id><published>2004-11-16T00:56:00.000-12:00</published><updated>2004-11-16T00:59:53.996-12:00</updated><title type='text'>Keep Smiling :)</title><content type='html'>If at times you feel you want to cry&lt;br /&gt;And life seems such a trial&lt;br /&gt;Above the clouds there's a bright blue sky&lt;br /&gt;So make your tears a smile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As you travel on life's way&lt;br /&gt;With its many ups and downs&lt;br /&gt;Remember its quite true to say&lt;br /&gt;One smile is worth a dozen frowns.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Among the worlds expensive things&lt;br /&gt;A smile is very cheap&lt;br /&gt;And when you give a smile away,&lt;br /&gt;You get one back to keep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happiness comes at times to all&lt;br /&gt;But sadness comes unbidden&lt;br /&gt;And sometimes a few tears must fall&lt;br /&gt;Among the laughter hidden.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So when friends have sadness on their face&lt;br /&gt;And troubles round them piled&lt;br /&gt;The world will seem a better place&lt;br /&gt;And all because you smiled.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7834275-110060999399550169?l=stooge_1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stooge_1.blogspot.com/feeds/110060999399550169/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7834275&amp;postID=110060999399550169&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7834275/posts/default/110060999399550169'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7834275/posts/default/110060999399550169'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stooge_1.blogspot.com/2004/11/keep-smiling.html' title='Keep Smiling :)'/><author><name>Daniel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13978786631285033155</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7834275.post-110060699402603524</id><published>2004-11-15T23:50:00.000-12:00</published><updated>2004-11-16T00:09:54.026-12:00</updated><title type='text'>Confetti!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!</title><content type='html'>thought i'll would post some thing on my blog :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i found out the greatest thing to destress yourself, well i think it would I cannot really tell, im not stressed ^_^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aim: make confetti&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Materials: colourful paper&lt;br /&gt;                   hole puncher&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Method: 1. place colourful A4 paper in the contraption&lt;br /&gt;                2. press firmly down on hole puncher&lt;br /&gt;                3. watch your happiness grow! WEEEEEEE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Results: very happy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;conclusion: Confetti was created, and smiles along with it! (AKA very happy ^_^)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dr Daniel Ng signing out&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Alex aka Ling says: My brother smells... ^_^ this... distresser method... is it scientifically proven?&lt;/em&gt; &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;note to self:&lt;/strong&gt; get hole puncher... and colourful paper... &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7834275-110060699402603524?l=stooge_1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stooge_1.blogspot.com/feeds/110060699402603524/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7834275&amp;postID=110060699402603524&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7834275/posts/default/110060699402603524'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7834275/posts/default/110060699402603524'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stooge_1.blogspot.com/2004/11/confetti.html' title='Confetti!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!'/><author><name>Daniel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13978786631285033155</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7834275.post-109577490888020046</id><published>2004-09-21T01:37:00.000-12:00</published><updated>2004-09-21T01:55:08.880-12:00</updated><title type='text'>Time Warp</title><content type='html'>Riff-Raff:&lt;br /&gt;It's astounding&lt;br /&gt;Time is fletting&lt;br /&gt;Madness take sit's toll&lt;br /&gt;But listen closely&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Magenta:&lt;br /&gt;Not for very much longer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Riff-Raff:&lt;br /&gt;I've got to keep control&lt;br /&gt;I remember doing the timewarp&lt;br /&gt;Drinking those moments when&lt;br /&gt;The blackness would hit me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Both:&lt;br /&gt;And the void would be calling&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All:&lt;br /&gt;Let's do the Timewarp again&lt;br /&gt;Let's do the Timewarp again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Narrator:&lt;br /&gt;It's just a jump to the left&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All:&lt;br /&gt;And then a step to the right&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Narrator:&lt;br /&gt;put your hands on your hips&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All:&lt;br /&gt;and bend your knees in time&lt;br /&gt;But it's the pelvic thrust&lt;br /&gt;That really drives you insane&lt;br /&gt;Let's do the Timewarp again&lt;br /&gt;Let's do the Timewarp again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Magenta:&lt;br /&gt;It's so dreamy&lt;br /&gt;Oh fantasy free me&lt;br /&gt;So you can't see me&lt;br /&gt;No not at all&lt;br /&gt;in another dimension&lt;br /&gt;With voyeuristic intension&lt;br /&gt;Well secluded&lt;br /&gt;I'll see all&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Riff-Raff:&lt;br /&gt;With a bit of a mind flip&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Magenta:&lt;br /&gt;You're into the time slip&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Riff-Raff:&lt;br /&gt;And nothing can ever be the same&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Magenta:&lt;br /&gt;You're spaced out on sensation&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Riff-Raff:&lt;br /&gt;Like you're under sedation&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All:&lt;br /&gt;Let's do the Timewarp again&lt;br /&gt;Let's do the Timewarp again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Columbia:&lt;br /&gt;Well I was walking down the street just a having a think&lt;br /&gt;When a snake of a guy gave me an evil wink&lt;br /&gt;He shook-a me up, he took me by surprise&lt;br /&gt;He stared at me and I felt a change&lt;br /&gt;Time meant nothing, never would again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Narrator:&lt;br /&gt;It's just a jump to the left&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All:&lt;br /&gt;And then a step to the right&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Narrator:&lt;br /&gt;With your hands on your hips&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All:&lt;br /&gt;You bring your knees in tight&lt;br /&gt;But it's the pelvic thrust&lt;br /&gt;That really drives you insane&lt;br /&gt;Let's do the Timewarp again&lt;br /&gt;Let's do the Timewarp again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7834275-109577490888020046?l=stooge_1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stooge_1.blogspot.com/feeds/109577490888020046/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7834275&amp;postID=109577490888020046&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7834275/posts/default/109577490888020046'/><link 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Ping!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;And the tea pots Jibber Jabber Joo.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;On the Nong Ning Nang&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;All the mice go Clang!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;And you just can't catch 'em when they do!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;So it's Ning Nang Nong!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Cows go Bong!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Nong Nang Ning!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Trees go Ping!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Nong Ning Nang!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;The mice go Clang!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;What a noisy place to belong,&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Is the Ning Nang Ning Nang Nong!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7834275-109548228067630944?l=stooge_1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stooge_1.blogspot.com/feeds/109548228067630944/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7834275&amp;postID=109548228067630944&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7834275/posts/default/109548228067630944'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7834275/posts/default/109548228067630944'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stooge_1.blogspot.com/2004/09/on-ning-nang-nong.html' title='On the Ning Nang Nong'/><author><name>Daniel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13978786631285033155</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7834275.post-109532983236424264</id><published>2004-09-15T22:14:00.000-12:00</published><updated>2004-09-15T22:17:12.363-12:00</updated><title type='text'>Grasshopper and the Octopus</title><content type='html'>Fry: It's just like the story of the grasshopper and the octopus. All year long, the grasshopper kept burying acorns for the winter, while the octopus mooched off his girlfriend and watched TV. But then the winter came, and the grasshopper died, and the octopus ate all his acorns. And also he got a racecar. Is any of this getting through to you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7834275-109532983236424264?l=stooge_1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stooge_1.blogspot.com/feeds/109532983236424264/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7834275&amp;postID=109532983236424264&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7834275/posts/default/109532983236424264'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7834275/posts/default/109532983236424264'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stooge_1.blogspot.com/2004/09/grasshopper-and-octopus.html' title='Grasshopper and the Octopus'/><author><name>Daniel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13978786631285033155</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7834275.post-109249028279606526</id><published>2004-08-14T01:28:00.000-12:00</published><updated>2004-08-14T01:31:22.796-12:00</updated><title type='text'>Things to Remember</title><content type='html'>If God had a refrigerator, your picture would be on it.&lt;br /&gt;If He had a wallet, your photo would be in it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He sends you flowers every spring.&lt;br /&gt;He sends you a sunrise every morning.&lt;br /&gt;Whenever you want to talk, He listens.&lt;br /&gt;He can live anywhere in the universe,&lt;br /&gt;but...He chose your heart.&lt;br /&gt;And...that thing He did at Calvary...&lt;br /&gt;Face it, friend - He is crazy about you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God didn't promise days without pain, laughter without&lt;br /&gt;sorrow, sun without rain, but He did promise&lt;br /&gt;strength for the day,&lt;br /&gt;comfort for the tears,&lt;br /&gt;and light for the way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7834275-109249028279606526?l=stooge_1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stooge_1.blogspot.com/feeds/109249028279606526/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7834275&amp;postID=109249028279606526&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7834275/posts/default/109249028279606526'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7834275/posts/default/109249028279606526'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stooge_1.blogspot.com/2004/08/things-to-remember.html' title='Things to Remember'/><author><name>Daniel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13978786631285033155</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7834275.post-109223494322261187</id><published>2004-08-11T02:33:00.000-12:00</published><updated>2004-08-11T02:35:43.223-12:00</updated><title type='text'>It's the Thought that Counts</title><content type='html'>Often in times of trouble&lt;br /&gt;we don't know what to say,&lt;br /&gt;So we choose to say nothing,&lt;br /&gt;and sometimes run away.&lt;br /&gt;When friends are really hurting,&lt;br /&gt;we don't know what to do,&lt;br /&gt;So we offer weak excusesor&lt;br /&gt;or say we're hurting too.&lt;br /&gt;It really doesn't matter&lt;br /&gt;what kind of gift we bring;&lt;br /&gt;We only need to be there&lt;br /&gt;if we don't bring a thing.&lt;br /&gt;It truly is amazing&lt;br /&gt;what a hug can do,&lt;br /&gt;When heartache numbs the senses,&lt;br /&gt;and friends depend on you.&lt;br /&gt;There's comfort just in knowing&lt;br /&gt;that you are not alone,&lt;br /&gt;When tears are overflowing,&lt;br /&gt;and hearts are cold as stone.&lt;br /&gt;It's the loving prayers of others&lt;br /&gt;that balance our accounts,&lt;br /&gt;For when we measure love,&lt;br /&gt;it's still the thought that counts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7834275-109223494322261187?l=stooge_1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stooge_1.blogspot.com/feeds/109223494322261187/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7834275&amp;postID=109223494322261187&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7834275/posts/default/109223494322261187'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7834275/posts/default/109223494322261187'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stooge_1.blogspot.com/2004/08/its-thought-that-counts_12.html' title='It&apos;s the Thought that Counts'/><author><name>Daniel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13978786631285033155</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7834275.post-109223449723485145</id><published>2004-08-11T02:24:00.000-12:00</published><updated>2004-08-11T02:28:17.233-12:00</updated><title type='text'>poems quotes and stuff like that ...</title><content type='html'>hello i decided that one a week ill post a poem quote and other stuff. i think ill post it on sat but im in the mood to post on now ok lah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cya later ja bye bye&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7834275-109223449723485145?l=stooge_1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stooge_1.blogspot.com/feeds/109223449723485145/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7834275&amp;postID=109223449723485145&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7834275/posts/default/109223449723485145'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7834275/posts/default/109223449723485145'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stooge_1.blogspot.com/2004/08/poems-quotes-and-stuff-like-that.html' title='poems quotes and stuff like that ...'/><author><name>Daniel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13978786631285033155</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7834275.post-109197629341003076</id><published>2004-08-08T02:42:00.000-12:00</published><updated>2004-08-08T02:44:53.410-12:00</updated><title type='text'>the answer to the question</title><content type='html'>question: You die and find yourself confronted by two guards at the gates of heaven and hell. You know that one of the guards always tells the truth, and the other always lies. You don't know which is which, and by asking one, and only one, question you need to figure out which one is the gate to Heaven (or hell, if you're adventurous). What will you ask?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;answer :If I ask the other guard whether this is the path to heaven, what will he say&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The liar is on the path to heaven. If you ask him my question, he knows that the truth teller would answer "yes". So he lies about the answer and says "no".&lt;br /&gt;The liar is on the path to hell. If you ask him, he knows that the truth teller would answer "no", so he lies and says "yes".&lt;br /&gt;The truth teller is on the path to heaven. You ask him the question. He knows that the liar will lie and say "no", so that's what he says.&lt;br /&gt;The truth teller is on the path to hell. He knows that the liar would lie and say "yes", so that's what he says.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so there we have it, im not crazy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;untill next time of the Chronicles of Narnia, ja bye bye&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7834275-109197629341003076?l=stooge_1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stooge_1.blogspot.com/feeds/109197629341003076/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7834275&amp;postID=109197629341003076&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7834275/posts/default/109197629341003076'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7834275/posts/default/109197629341003076'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stooge_1.blogspot.com/2004/08/answer-to-question.html' title='the answer to the question'/><author><name>Daniel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13978786631285033155</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7834275.post-109163323713351350</id><published>2004-08-04T01:54:00.000-12:00</published><updated>2004-08-04T03:27:17.133-12:00</updated><title type='text'>???</title><content type='html'>soo hungie shouldnt of brushed teeth ... so stupid ... *hits head* ... that feels better ... that about all i have to say ill be going now to find some food ... mmmm&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ja bye bye&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7834275-109163323713351350?l=stooge_1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stooge_1.blogspot.com/feeds/109163323713351350/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7834275&amp;postID=109163323713351350&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7834275/posts/default/109163323713351350'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7834275/posts/default/109163323713351350'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stooge_1.blogspot.com/2004/08/blog-post.html' title='???'/><author><name>Daniel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13978786631285033155</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7834275.post-109154252420207356</id><published>2004-08-03T02:10:00.000-12:00</published><updated>2004-08-03T02:15:24.203-12:00</updated><title type='text'>*waves*</title><content type='html'>its a happy day ... ... ... and i thank God for the weather&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;shut up i forgot the rest of the song :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh well i hope you guy had fun fun fun at school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ja bye bye&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7834275-109154252420207356?l=stooge_1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stooge_1.blogspot.com/feeds/109154252420207356/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7834275&amp;postID=109154252420207356&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7834275/posts/default/109154252420207356'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7834275/posts/default/109154252420207356'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stooge_1.blogspot.com/2004/08/waves.html' title='*waves*'/><author><name>Daniel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13978786631285033155</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7834275.post-109146105468817829</id><published>2004-08-02T03:28:00.000-12:00</published><updated>2004-08-02T03:37:34.686-12:00</updated><title type='text'>Mreow</title><content type='html'>Hello, Tis Lx here writing in Danie's wonderful weblog...&lt;br /&gt;why you say? Because I just want to see how keen people are going to be when they begin this weblog trend. *shakes head*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;another reason as to why, is because Danie is my wonderful *cough* brother who allows me to write in his weblog, of course that's without any force what so ever used by the control of his much better older sister! *shifts eyes*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In any case, I would like to congratulate all those who are using this thing... and probably shake my head at how sad it probably could become it used like... yes like MSN...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Umm what else is there to rant about? Hey to all I know, which is probably YF and church... and whatever randoms that come up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wonder how long will this last...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enjoy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lx- the loving and kind sister of Danie.... .... ... shuddup... no need for laughter...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p.s. I'll be back... muahhahahahaha... and take over his weblog... then soon I'll take over the world!&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/7834275-109146105468817829?l=stooge_1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stooge_1.blogspot.com/feeds/109146105468817829/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7834275&amp;postID=109146105468817829&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7834275/posts/default/109146105468817829'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7834275/posts/default/109146105468817829'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stooge_1.blogspot.com/2004/08/mreow.html' title='Mreow'/><author><name>Daniel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13978786631285033155</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7834275.post-109145493000016110</id><published>2004-08-02T01:54:00.000-12:00</published><updated>2004-08-02T01:55:30.000-12:00</updated><title type='text'>hello</title><content type='html'>i realy hope this works :s&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7834275-109145493000016110?l=stooge_1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stooge_1.blogspot.com/feeds/109145493000016110/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7834275&amp;postID=109145493000016110&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7834275/posts/default/109145493000016110'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7834275/posts/default/109145493000016110'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stooge_1.blogspot.com/2004/08/hello.html' title='hello'/><author><name>Daniel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13978786631285033155</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry></feed>
