<?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-5829987001202499246</id><updated>2011-08-03T16:37:44.320+10:00</updated><category term='Just another day'/><category term='sad'/><category term='Post-HSC'/><category term='Confession'/><category term='`'/><category term='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VhWnN6fgAoU/Ssyi9ltIN6I/AAAAAAAAAVs/VjeIke5Exmk/s1600-h/Presentation3.jpg'/><category term='Wishlist'/><category term='Animals'/><category term='HSC stress'/><category term='Rubbish'/><category term='Eye Candy'/><category term='Birthday'/><category term='Dance'/><category term='Fun stuff'/><category term='Procrastination'/><category term='School'/><title type='text'>Blue Satin Ribbons</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bluesatinribbons.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5829987001202499246/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bluesatinribbons.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5829987001202499246/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Mandaa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02853058684523248067</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_VhWnN6fgAoU/SGt6zZUwApI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Q-omggsimVM/S220/6x8300dpi.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>104</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5829987001202499246.post-8807717113576944810</id><published>2009-12-25T16:14:00.002+11:00</published><updated>2009-12-25T16:34:35.574+11:00</updated><title type='text'>partayy (nah not really)</title><content type='html'>I watched House of the Flying Daggers and American Beauty last night. American Beauty is such a wacked out film. I can't decide if i like it or not. &lt;div&gt;_____________________________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This morning at 8 I took my dog out for a walk/run. She's pathetic and not a runner at all. I walked her for 20min and then went to the park to let her rest (Note HER and not me). Afterwards when i got up to head back she wouldn't even budge. She's a smart one. If she doesn't feel like walking or doesn't want me to keep pulling her away from other dogs she'd just flop down where she was. She flops in the middle of crossing a road and i have to pick her up to the other side of the road. Smartass dog. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;_____________________________________&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Wonderful. My mum is once again telling me the stories of how NYE and etc leads to girls getting pregnant. This was egged on by my sister's comment of "New years is the biggest day for cleaners" where she replied "New years is the biggest day for the Family Association cos kids come in to say they fell pregnant". We don't have normal conversations at home...that is when i do have conversations...rare though..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;_____________________________________&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;MERRY CHRISTMAS Y'ALL&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5829987001202499246-8807717113576944810?l=bluesatinribbons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bluesatinribbons.blogspot.com/feeds/8807717113576944810/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5829987001202499246&amp;postID=8807717113576944810&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5829987001202499246/posts/default/8807717113576944810'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5829987001202499246/posts/default/8807717113576944810'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bluesatinribbons.blogspot.com/2009/12/partayy-nah-not-really.html' title='partayy (nah not really)'/><author><name>Mandaa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02853058684523248067</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_VhWnN6fgAoU/SGt6zZUwApI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Q-omggsimVM/S220/6x8300dpi.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5829987001202499246.post-9199706369231606399</id><published>2009-12-23T04:10:00.002+11:00</published><updated>2009-12-23T04:36:50.469+11:00</updated><title type='text'>unamused.</title><content type='html'>I am unamused. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So there's this dinner i will be having that was arranged days ago. I've nothing against dinners. I like them, especially casual and fun ones. But what i really can't stand are the overly prepared, pretentious, and contrive ones. Well this dinner is one of those that i can't stand. From past experience, they create awkward situations. It's like a friggin game. Us, the diners, must live through days of preplanned dinner ideas. The continuous location changes, times, days. The more changes and talk there is about it, the more anxious we become. Okay, maybe i'm overly generalising. But i know I get anxious. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I like spontaneous things, with no expectations and too little time to build up suspense. But what I'm really pissed off about is my fellow diner:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1.  they freak me out on the first night when they say they're going to dress up. Dressing up for a dinner in general is pretentious to me. I didn't know what to say so all i did in response was go LOL. Yes i LOL'd.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2. I find out later that the particular restaurant is a 5star very sought out restaurant with ridiculous prices. So am i supposed to pay for this ridiculous meal? I certainly don't want you to pay for me cos that just gives the wrong idea. But I would've liked to have been given a warning for when my bank card rejects me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;3. a day later the restaurant decision changes. We're going elsewhere now. Fantastic. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;4. I ask about the necessity to dress up and then they proceed to mock me for being gullible.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;WTH right? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So from points 1 to 4, I am VERY unamused. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5829987001202499246-9199706369231606399?l=bluesatinribbons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bluesatinribbons.blogspot.com/feeds/9199706369231606399/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5829987001202499246&amp;postID=9199706369231606399&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5829987001202499246/posts/default/9199706369231606399'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5829987001202499246/posts/default/9199706369231606399'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bluesatinribbons.blogspot.com/2009/12/unamused.html' title='unamused.'/><author><name>Mandaa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02853058684523248067</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_VhWnN6fgAoU/SGt6zZUwApI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Q-omggsimVM/S220/6x8300dpi.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5829987001202499246.post-8909657132793615412</id><published>2009-12-16T04:32:00.002+11:00</published><updated>2009-12-16T04:48:30.086+11:00</updated><title type='text'>the wee mornings</title><content type='html'>I can't say im back because god knows when's the next time im going to post again. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;In the last 2 days i have gone a tad OCD. A tad being that last night I stayed up til 7am cleaning and rearranging my room. It's still not done yet. Now its 4.30am and im still cleaning/rearranging. I have this whole grand plan laid out in my head you see. Im going to turn this whole teenage-hoarding-crap bedroom to a minimalistic-classy-simple bedroom. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Things still yet to do:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- Trash all my PRIMARY and HIGH SCHOOL crap. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- Find a way to let go of all these childhood stuff. Ive already managed to give away my 20 odd Dolly magazines to my neighbour across the road :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- Trash unused makeup, jewellery, and clothes&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- Basically trash everything I havent used in the past 3 months.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- Move my beige desk out and keep the mahogony one.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- Rearrange my wardrobe, bed, desk, and vanity table. (A days job i imagine)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- Buy new floorlength white curtains and white bedsheet set.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- Maybe get a clock.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;__________________________________________&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;In other news, I havent worked in the past.....7days and counting. I feel so poor. Its holiday season for highschoolers so i've got no work til Jan 3. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5829987001202499246-8909657132793615412?l=bluesatinribbons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bluesatinribbons.blogspot.com/feeds/8909657132793615412/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5829987001202499246&amp;postID=8909657132793615412&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5829987001202499246/posts/default/8909657132793615412'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5829987001202499246/posts/default/8909657132793615412'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bluesatinribbons.blogspot.com/2009/12/wee-mornings.html' title='the wee mornings'/><author><name>Mandaa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02853058684523248067</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_VhWnN6fgAoU/SGt6zZUwApI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Q-omggsimVM/S220/6x8300dpi.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5829987001202499246.post-8687806176126176607</id><published>2009-10-22T20:37:00.005+11:00</published><updated>2009-10-22T20:51:35.747+11:00</updated><title type='text'>3more weeks til i survived 1st year architecture</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;My final presentation panels :) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;i wasnt very happy with the layout and there were things i didnt manage to do such as REDO MY GODDAMN ELEVATION. But considering my heart was pounding and my fingers were clicking on photoshop at 500clicks/minute at 6am, layout was alright...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;In the 3days that i had to redo this whole presentation, i spent 45hrs on it hahah&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Anyway it paid off cos my tutor said i'd improved alot since interim (which is a preliminary presentation 2weeks ago). HD would be a better praise though. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;(Scroll down to....2..3 posts ago and there are my interim presentation panels)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 282px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VhWnN6fgAoU/SuAoRl4GS8I/AAAAAAAAAXk/kHC8Qdpb__k/s400/Presentation.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5395356636280146882" /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VhWnN6fgAoU/SuAo1gMlYoI/AAAAAAAAAXs/GhEkPhedsxA/s1600-h/Presentation+2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 282px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VhWnN6fgAoU/SuAo1gMlYoI/AAAAAAAAAXs/GhEkPhedsxA/s400/Presentation+2.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5395357253230748290" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Portfolio due in 1.5weeks. Time for frantic race no. 500 this year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5829987001202499246-8687806176126176607?l=bluesatinribbons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bluesatinribbons.blogspot.com/feeds/8687806176126176607/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5829987001202499246&amp;postID=8687806176126176607&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5829987001202499246/posts/default/8687806176126176607'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5829987001202499246/posts/default/8687806176126176607'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bluesatinribbons.blogspot.com/2009/10/3more-weeks-til-i-survived-1st-year.html' title='3more weeks til i survived 1st year architecture'/><author><name>Mandaa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02853058684523248067</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_VhWnN6fgAoU/SGt6zZUwApI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Q-omggsimVM/S220/6x8300dpi.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VhWnN6fgAoU/SuAoRl4GS8I/AAAAAAAAAXk/kHC8Qdpb__k/s72-c/Presentation.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5829987001202499246.post-7635174240607170497</id><published>2009-10-20T01:51:00.002+11:00</published><updated>2009-10-20T01:54:44.425+11:00</updated><title type='text'>yo</title><content type='html'>Last final presentation tomorrow. &lt;div&gt;Trying to get the adrenaline going. Been at it for days. My archi classmates are practically my replacement family now. I see them more than i see anyone else.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Far out. im tired. Rather pissed off at myself too cos i keep having to redo things due to my stupidity and lack of thinking whilst doing it. gah.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5829987001202499246-7635174240607170497?l=bluesatinribbons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bluesatinribbons.blogspot.com/feeds/7635174240607170497/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5829987001202499246&amp;postID=7635174240607170497&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5829987001202499246/posts/default/7635174240607170497'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5829987001202499246/posts/default/7635174240607170497'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bluesatinribbons.blogspot.com/2009/10/yo.html' title='yo'/><author><name>Mandaa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02853058684523248067</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_VhWnN6fgAoU/SGt6zZUwApI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Q-omggsimVM/S220/6x8300dpi.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5829987001202499246.post-483329673333243332</id><published>2009-10-12T19:05:00.006+11:00</published><updated>2009-10-12T19:35:58.756+11:00</updated><title type='text'>Scavenge</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;So today for our construction tutorial we had a little fun pop quiz amongst our groups. One question i got asked was "how much does a clay brick weigh?" From years of experience in weighing apples and watermelons in Coles, i used my peripheral senses and said "3kilos" and I got it right.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Afterwards we had the funnest group activity we've done this semester. Each tutorial group had to find materials around the studio and design and create a life-sized structure.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;It was hilarious. People flipped white boards, hung chairs/tables, used T-squares/wooden frames, and lots of string.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;(1a) Lots of rolled up paper stuck on a paper frame and hung upside down&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VhWnN6fgAoU/StLlVXVj_tI/AAAAAAAAAXE/FeQux9i2uSU/s400/P12-10-09_16.35.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5391623859120373458" /&gt;(1b) paper rolls being hung&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VhWnN6fgAoU/StLlmwGD4GI/AAAAAAAAAXU/FAht1cjyUNY/s400/P12-10-09_16.36.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5391624157824016482" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;(2) A really good use of a whiteboard flipped on its side so that it works as a swivel door. So clever hahah&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;It's an entry to an entrance.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;And notice the random milkcrate hanging.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VhWnN6fgAoU/StLlT8bzg8I/AAAAAAAAAWs/JHesHyIndTM/s400/P12-10-09_16.31.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5391623834718929858" /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VhWnN6fgAoU/StLlmRm8g8I/AAAAAAAAAXM/mSrvolySb58/s1600-h/P12-10-09_16.31%5B01%5D.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VhWnN6fgAoU/StLlmRm8g8I/AAAAAAAAAXM/mSrvolySb58/s400/P12-10-09_16.31%5B01%5D.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5391624149640446914" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VhWnN6fgAoU/StLlVXVj_tI/AAAAAAAAAXE/FeQux9i2uSU/s1600-h/P12-10-09_16.35.JPG" style="text-decoration: none;"&gt;(&lt;/a&gt;3) Definately the most impressive one. Chairs creating arches and stuck together by tape. So clever &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VhWnN6fgAoU/StLlUzLj46I/AAAAAAAAAW8/4YDNCRUpTSI/s1600-h/P12-10-09_16.32%5B01%5D.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VhWnN6fgAoU/StLlUzLj46I/AAAAAAAAAW8/4YDNCRUpTSI/s400/P12-10-09_16.32%5B01%5D.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5391623849414747042" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;(4) "The Pirate ship" LOL. Grace's group and she's very proud of it. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VhWnN6fgAoU/StLlUTgQgJI/AAAAAAAAAW0/qgG05hQVC1I/s1600-h/P12-10-09_16.32.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VhWnN6fgAoU/StLlUTgQgJI/AAAAAAAAAW0/qgG05hQVC1I/s400/P12-10-09_16.32.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5391623840911622290" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;(5) My group. We came up with the arching chairs idea before we saw the other group. But they definately did it better cos this isn't an arch and they didnt break a table :D&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;There is actually a string teepee spiralling down the centre, past the chairs but it doesnt turn up in photos cos the string's too thin.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh btw, the table on the left closest to the windows is mine :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VhWnN6fgAoU/StLlTY4-wsI/AAAAAAAAAWk/PI1oGV2V15I/s400/P12-10-09_16.26.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5391623825177625282" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;(5b) A zoom in on to the string teepee otherwise it doesnt come up on photos.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VhWnN6fgAoU/StLpZWhiAPI/AAAAAAAAAXc/pU6OTBMbLiI/s1600-h/P12-10-09_16.27.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VhWnN6fgAoU/StLpZWhiAPI/AAAAAAAAAXc/pU6OTBMbLiI/s400/P12-10-09_16.27.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5391628325668126962" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;If you're wondering if our studio's always this messy, yes it is hahah&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5829987001202499246-483329673333243332?l=bluesatinribbons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bluesatinribbons.blogspot.com/feeds/483329673333243332/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5829987001202499246&amp;postID=483329673333243332&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5829987001202499246/posts/default/483329673333243332'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5829987001202499246/posts/default/483329673333243332'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bluesatinribbons.blogspot.com/2009/10/scavenge.html' title='Scavenge'/><author><name>Mandaa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02853058684523248067</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_VhWnN6fgAoU/SGt6zZUwApI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Q-omggsimVM/S220/6x8300dpi.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VhWnN6fgAoU/StLlVXVj_tI/AAAAAAAAAXE/FeQux9i2uSU/s72-c/P12-10-09_16.35.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5829987001202499246.post-8077924079553618196</id><published>2009-10-08T01:05:00.009+11:00</published><updated>2009-10-08T02:08:16.486+11:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VhWnN6fgAoU/Ssyi9ltIN6I/AAAAAAAAAVs/VjeIke5Exmk/s1600-h/Presentation3.jpg'/><title type='text'>4more weeks and i can say i survived 1st year architecture</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Here's some images of my presentation that resulted to 5 whole days at uni during &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;my mid-sem break while law students went to Goldcoast and partied.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Each of these pages are A1 sized. I have totally lost my sense of value of money. This isn't even my final presentation and it was 70bucks. In the next 4weeks i know i need to fork out 350bucks for another 100 on presentation, 200 on portfolio, and 50 on model. Everytime i throw so much money away i think about all the starving children in Africa and it kills me a little inside. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;It's somewhat ironic. As architects, we're all so concerned about designs being sustainable and ecological. Then you take a look at how much paper and materials we use and throw away and you realise, designing something sustainable is probably an architects way of clearing their conscience.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;ANYWAY, I hand drew all the drawings and scanned them in then photoshopped.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;That axonometric drawing in the first page (the one with the red), that took me a total of 12 hours literally. It's my pride and joy and centre piece LOL&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="text-align: left;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 282px; height: 400px; " src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VhWnN6fgAoU/SsyiUCyoKuI/AAAAAAAAAVk/sEBuDbUmAYY/s400/Presentation.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5389861319285943010" /&gt;&lt;img style="text-align: left;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 282px; height: 400px; " src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VhWnN6fgAoU/Ssyi9ltIN6I/AAAAAAAAAVs/VjeIke5Exmk/s400/Presentation3.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5389862033032755106" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Look at my sperm whale in my tank below hahaha. Thats how i make architecture fun. Put whales in fish tanks and point it out to everyone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="text-align: left;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 283px; " src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VhWnN6fgAoU/SsytKghmCHI/AAAAAAAAAWc/GHuX_xjMClg/s400/longs+section.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5389873250096777330" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;____________________________________&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;And here's my model. It's definately not one of my finest work but my tutor seems to really like it so meh. All the blue parts you see, i did some resin casting and put in bits of blue pigments. It's messy stuff.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;It's actually a really really flimsy model. Some pighead lifted it up while i was out for lunch and i came back to a distorted model with broken ramps and a piece of&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;it that was supposed to be sitting on the bottom inside of the building, on TOP of my roof. Whoever managed to do all that without completely devastating the model is quite impressive.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="text-align: left;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px; " src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VhWnN6fgAoU/SsylthUJ_zI/AAAAAAAAAV0/Wrsfbf6lIuw/s400/DSC06102.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5389865055511248690" /&gt;&lt;img style="text-align: left;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px; " src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VhWnN6fgAoU/SsyqMi2sL2I/AAAAAAAAAWM/aQfqJDQDKSQ/s400/DSC06099.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5389869986546986850" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="text-align: left;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px; " src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VhWnN6fgAoU/Ssylux2gcGI/AAAAAAAAAWE/go6ZU4Y7Ww8/s400/DSC06113.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5389865077130162274" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="text-align: left;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px; " src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VhWnN6fgAoU/SsyluTVREZI/AAAAAAAAAV8/QU_mHNRnxAM/s400/DSC06111.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5389865068937679250" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5829987001202499246-8077924079553618196?l=bluesatinribbons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bluesatinribbons.blogspot.com/feeds/8077924079553618196/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5829987001202499246&amp;postID=8077924079553618196&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5829987001202499246/posts/default/8077924079553618196'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5829987001202499246/posts/default/8077924079553618196'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bluesatinribbons.blogspot.com/2009/10/4more-weeks-and-i-can-say-ive-survived.html' title='4more weeks and i can say i survived 1st year architecture'/><author><name>Mandaa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02853058684523248067</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_VhWnN6fgAoU/SGt6zZUwApI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Q-omggsimVM/S220/6x8300dpi.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VhWnN6fgAoU/SsyiUCyoKuI/AAAAAAAAAVk/sEBuDbUmAYY/s72-c/Presentation.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5829987001202499246.post-3124987510118122544</id><published>2009-10-05T00:25:00.002+11:00</published><updated>2009-10-05T00:54:15.000+11:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>It's probably not unexpected for you all to hear about my psychotic sleeping patterns or lack of. In fact i'll enlighten you again. I've been awake for 40hrs. I stayed overnight in my studio sat 2pm to Sunday 11pm preparing for a presentation. This is also my 'mid-sem break'&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;When other people hear about our sleeping rituals, a lot of them automatically blames us for:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1. lack of time management&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2. lack of self discipline&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and when we hear this we get PISSED OFF. I have encountered so many obnoxious people judging us for what we do. We are perfectionists. Those who aren't will never succeed in our course. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We've been preparing for a presentation on Tuesday. Ever since the beginning of our mid-sem break, we've been coming into our studio and working.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'll post up some pics real soon :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5829987001202499246-3124987510118122544?l=bluesatinribbons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bluesatinribbons.blogspot.com/feeds/3124987510118122544/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5829987001202499246&amp;postID=3124987510118122544&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5829987001202499246/posts/default/3124987510118122544'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5829987001202499246/posts/default/3124987510118122544'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bluesatinribbons.blogspot.com/2009/10/its-probably-not-unexpected-for-you-all.html' title=''/><author><name>Mandaa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02853058684523248067</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_VhWnN6fgAoU/SGt6zZUwApI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Q-omggsimVM/S220/6x8300dpi.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5829987001202499246.post-5262751151267257942</id><published>2009-09-15T23:34:00.005+10:00</published><updated>2009-09-16T00:16:49.466+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Im ALIVE</title><content type='html'>HELLO MY LOVELIES!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ive neglected my blogger side for wayyyyyyyyyyyyy too long!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So here's a quick update on whats been up with my life.&lt;br /&gt;Im still loving uni even though it's less of a thrill now (obviously) haha. I work at GJs for average 13hrs/wk which is A HELL OF A LOT especially for an archi student.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;_____________________________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well here is what i've been doing with all my modelling for this sem. It's not alot cos it's all weekly building up work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Basically each studio group got assigned a city. My city is Tokyo. I chose a site and built a mass model in wk 1.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5381691347818728610" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VhWnN6fgAoU/Sq-bxHWHTKI/AAAAAAAAAVc/jgQiYLY2CLk/s400/P18-08-09_1640%5B01%5D.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I picked an area of my site and decided on the function of an Aquarium.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We did alot of plan/axonometric/circulation drawings throughout the weeks and just this week we had to do a structure model.&lt;br /&gt;The form of my building concentrates alot around this large central tank running up through all 4 stories. A ramp circulates around the tank allowing access to all floors. The bottom level is to be underground level. (That little corner thats been cut off in the pic is actually part of a river that runs through my site.)&lt;br /&gt;So yes, i shan't go on about it because i suspect you won't be bothered to read about my whole concept and design.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5381689786729389202" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VhWnN6fgAoU/Sq-aWP1aXJI/AAAAAAAAAVU/YD6wUd6gm_0/s400/P15-09-09_11.35.JPG" border="0" /&gt; Hours taken for structure model: NOT A LOT AT ALL - 7hrs max.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;______________________________________&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;And for our Communications class this semester it's all digitcal media work. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://comms-desa1002-2009.ning.com/profile/AmandaMeiTingChan"&gt;http://comms-desa1002-2009.ning.com/profile/AmandaMeiTingChan&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Here's a link to where i hand in all my assignments. It's basically like facebook cept for our grade. We've done collages and plans. If you know other ppl doing my course in my year, you can search them up in the 'Member's link and check out their work ( EG Alex Holman LOL).&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;And not wanting to sound like a prick but my assignements so far have gotten fairly high marks so im not linking you to some shameful excuse for archi work. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;:) cheers&lt;br /&gt;&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/5829987001202499246-5262751151267257942?l=bluesatinribbons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bluesatinribbons.blogspot.com/feeds/5262751151267257942/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5829987001202499246&amp;postID=5262751151267257942&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5829987001202499246/posts/default/5262751151267257942'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5829987001202499246/posts/default/5262751151267257942'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bluesatinribbons.blogspot.com/2009/09/im-alive.html' title='Im ALIVE'/><author><name>Mandaa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02853058684523248067</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_VhWnN6fgAoU/SGt6zZUwApI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Q-omggsimVM/S220/6x8300dpi.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VhWnN6fgAoU/Sq-bxHWHTKI/AAAAAAAAAVc/jgQiYLY2CLk/s72-c/P18-08-09_1640%5B01%5D.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5829987001202499246.post-8340351696868019102</id><published>2009-06-21T21:29:00.002+10:00</published><updated>2009-06-21T21:59:24.874+10:00</updated><title type='text'>:):)</title><content type='html'>Im making sure that i make the most out of these 6wks of holidays. By "make the most out of" I dont mean go out, party, drink etc.&lt;br /&gt; I mean to reorganise myself.&lt;br /&gt;Since uni started, i've stopped doing so many things that i used to do for myself. I've been a mess really.&lt;br /&gt;_________________________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Im working now :) Well, technically i start tomorrow but I had an interview last wed. I dunno what the pay or general work hours are of yet...I asked the interviewer but she wasn't that sure. It's at Bondi and The Rocks (alternating between places). Also, I plan to do some 'work experience' at my sis' architecture work office during the other days cos its at Bondi too.&lt;br /&gt;_________________________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am a little self indulgent i admit. I tend to choose beautiful things over bargain deals. You also have to admit. Location matters. Now lets all go have a little bitch about the spoils of my life cos sometimes i throw myself into ditches of angst when things don't work the way i want it to.&lt;br /&gt;_________________________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I do not enjoy drinking from glass cups with the Flintstones printed on them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nor do i enjoy seeing green plastic storage units placed in the bathroom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Im replacing them all. Like it or not.&lt;br /&gt;_________________________________&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5829987001202499246-8340351696868019102?l=bluesatinribbons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bluesatinribbons.blogspot.com/feeds/8340351696868019102/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5829987001202499246&amp;postID=8340351696868019102&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5829987001202499246/posts/default/8340351696868019102'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5829987001202499246/posts/default/8340351696868019102'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bluesatinribbons.blogspot.com/2009/06/blog-post.html' title=':):)'/><author><name>Mandaa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02853058684523248067</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_VhWnN6fgAoU/SGt6zZUwApI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Q-omggsimVM/S220/6x8300dpi.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5829987001202499246.post-8387185458896849240</id><published>2009-06-19T00:09:00.001+10:00</published><updated>2009-06-19T00:10:10.103+10:00</updated><title type='text'>LAST ALLNIGHTER</title><content type='html'>PULLING THE ABSOLUTE LAST ALLNIGHTER OF SEMESTER 1&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WOOOHOO&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5829987001202499246-8387185458896849240?l=bluesatinribbons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bluesatinribbons.blogspot.com/feeds/8387185458896849240/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5829987001202499246&amp;postID=8387185458896849240&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5829987001202499246/posts/default/8387185458896849240'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5829987001202499246/posts/default/8387185458896849240'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bluesatinribbons.blogspot.com/2009/06/last-allnighter.html' title='LAST ALLNIGHTER'/><author><name>Mandaa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02853058684523248067</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_VhWnN6fgAoU/SGt6zZUwApI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Q-omggsimVM/S220/6x8300dpi.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5829987001202499246.post-6039200898448932608</id><published>2009-06-14T23:14:00.002+10:00</published><updated>2009-06-15T04:30:50.987+10:00</updated><title type='text'>1324</title><content type='html'>Hm lets see whats been happening in the last 2weeks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well my semester is practically over except for this one big assignment i have to hand in on friday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On tuesday we handed in our final portfolio for semester 1. Boy was that hectic. Basically, i barely slept for 6days. In fact, i did an allnighter on fri-sat in my studio with 3 other archi lads. But it was kinda fun...in a wierd sort of way. We ate Shapes and microwave food, and drank instant mocha packets. I think on those 2 days, i'd stared at the computer screen for 30hrs straight. Good for my eyes, no?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So holidays are coming up. Im screwed for this assignment on friday though....But anyway, ill get down and dirty on that tmr.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;____________________________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have an obsession with the smell of coffee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also have an obsession with toast. I could live on that everyday for a year. I like jam or honey on it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I like meeting new people. But then it also depends on who they are and the general company that they're with.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes ppl say i could pass for a 25yr old. That'd explain why ive never been checked for I.d. Not even once in Macau at the gazillions of casinos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;___________________________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These holidays are gonna be thrilling arent they. *sarcasm intended*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Im hoping to go out and maybe do nothing while being out. I dont mind. Just give me a buzz if ur sitting in hyde park feeding birds and ill join u. (Not literally feeding birds cos id rather die than to encourage their growth and already populating species)&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/5829987001202499246-6039200898448932608?l=bluesatinribbons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bluesatinribbons.blogspot.com/feeds/6039200898448932608/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5829987001202499246&amp;postID=6039200898448932608&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5829987001202499246/posts/default/6039200898448932608'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5829987001202499246/posts/default/6039200898448932608'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bluesatinribbons.blogspot.com/2009/06/1324.html' title='1324'/><author><name>Mandaa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02853058684523248067</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_VhWnN6fgAoU/SGt6zZUwApI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Q-omggsimVM/S220/6x8300dpi.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5829987001202499246.post-3538023691148183724</id><published>2009-06-02T02:34:00.004+10:00</published><updated>2009-06-02T02:47:31.588+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Goodbye my good friend</title><content type='html'>Someone stole my phone on thursday :(&lt;br /&gt;My practically new phone that u guys saw me waving about so proudly last december.&lt;br /&gt;It dissapeared within 10minutes of my talking on it. How stupid is that. Im soo peeved. I live off my phone.&lt;br /&gt;I could not leave my house without having my phone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Left my house keys? no problem, as long as i have my phone.&lt;br /&gt;No wallet? okay, i probably should go back to get it.&lt;br /&gt;No phone? No way, as if that situation could even occur.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I havent even gone through 6months of my 24month contract.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sigh. This post is a tribute to my lovely dependable phone. Ill miss u :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the mean time, im back to my old number. The 04** *** 123 one.&lt;br /&gt;And scouting for a new phone.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5829987001202499246-3538023691148183724?l=bluesatinribbons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bluesatinribbons.blogspot.com/feeds/3538023691148183724/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5829987001202499246&amp;postID=3538023691148183724&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5829987001202499246/posts/default/3538023691148183724'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5829987001202499246/posts/default/3538023691148183724'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bluesatinribbons.blogspot.com/2009/06/goodbye-my-good-friend.html' title='Goodbye my good friend'/><author><name>Mandaa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02853058684523248067</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_VhWnN6fgAoU/SGt6zZUwApI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Q-omggsimVM/S220/6x8300dpi.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5829987001202499246.post-4135398156237322511</id><published>2009-05-15T17:34:00.002+10:00</published><updated>2009-05-15T17:58:00.377+10:00</updated><title type='text'>One Hundred and and One</title><content type='html'>I realised that my last post was my 100th, oh well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since i like to repeat myself so much, could i just say again how MUCh i love uni? I love my friends, i love my course, i love meeting new people/making new friends, i love it all. I can't imagine how horrible it wouldve been if i hadnt gone to uni (if there had ever been a choice..)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really hope all you uni-goers out there who havent found their calling yet, that you will soon. Stay strong, patient and make the most of it all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remember my 2nd day of uni the most, because it was the crappiest day of my entire short uni experience. It was isolating, depressing, friendless, and overcrowding. If i had to live that crap day every single day throughout my whole 5yr course, i don't think i would ever graduate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Im not particularly patriotic about Sydney Uni but i do love uni itself. I think in a way, during high school, i was still trying to find myself so I didn't always feel like i was being myself.&lt;br /&gt;__________________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yes, please tell me. DO I LOOK LIKE A REALLY GOOD GIRL?? I can't count how many times i've been told by how many people that i look like a super super good girl in a super super nice way. Omg.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think highschool friends don't see me that way because you guys have seen me in my retarded stages of life (not saying im not still retarded) so the image of me then sticks to you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway i swear its cos my hair is straight or something and i wear jeans etc. I dunno but i dont get it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah, and just by looking at me, everyone can tell that i dont swear that much. In fact, they DARE me to drop the F-bomb "just for kicks".&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5829987001202499246-4135398156237322511?l=bluesatinribbons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bluesatinribbons.blogspot.com/feeds/4135398156237322511/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5829987001202499246&amp;postID=4135398156237322511&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5829987001202499246/posts/default/4135398156237322511'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5829987001202499246/posts/default/4135398156237322511'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bluesatinribbons.blogspot.com/2009/05/one-hundred-and-and-one.html' title='One Hundred and and One'/><author><name>Mandaa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02853058684523248067</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_VhWnN6fgAoU/SGt6zZUwApI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Q-omggsimVM/S220/6x8300dpi.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5829987001202499246.post-3582888334684854452</id><published>2009-05-06T19:29:00.003+10:00</published><updated>2009-05-06T21:28:32.238+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Another good day :)</title><content type='html'>I went through A LOT to do this structures model. Ran around the whole of Hyde park the nightbefore this was due cos i hadnt started and didnt have any balsa sticks. Art shops around city either ran out or were closed. In the end i bussed it to Waterloo to get some off my friend. Life saver.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, pulled another all nighter for this. Its not really a suprise anymore aye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VhWnN6fgAoU/SgFr53iuKyI/AAAAAAAAAU8/lKOD0dImSoo/s1600-h/DSC00322.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332662075689675554" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VhWnN6fgAoU/SgFr53iuKyI/AAAAAAAAAU8/lKOD0dImSoo/s400/DSC00322.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; It paid off though. My tutor loved it and the head guy of archi faculty took a pic of it. That means i should show up to nxt weeks lecture cos last time he took a pic of my work, he put it in his lecture powerpoint.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VhWnN6fgAoU/SgFr5rpYDJI/AAAAAAAAAU0/Vu1bgoBWCyE/s1600-h/DSC00315.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332662072496360594" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VhWnN6fgAoU/SgFr5rpYDJI/AAAAAAAAAU0/Vu1bgoBWCyE/s400/DSC00315.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Time taken for structure model: 10hr (+ alotta caffeine and binge eating)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; _____________________________&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1:1 drawings of building details. These were 7-8 metres long and hanging from 2nd year studio to the main canteen area.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332662075121672594" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VhWnN6fgAoU/SgFr51bTIZI/AAAAAAAAAVE/QGsLs8n9AYY/s400/DSC00299.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time taken for drawing: 5hrs&lt;br /&gt;___________________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5829987001202499246-3582888334684854452?l=bluesatinribbons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bluesatinribbons.blogspot.com/feeds/3582888334684854452/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5829987001202499246&amp;postID=3582888334684854452&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5829987001202499246/posts/default/3582888334684854452'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5829987001202499246/posts/default/3582888334684854452'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bluesatinribbons.blogspot.com/2009/05/another-good-day.html' title='Another good day :)'/><author><name>Mandaa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02853058684523248067</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_VhWnN6fgAoU/SGt6zZUwApI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Q-omggsimVM/S220/6x8300dpi.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VhWnN6fgAoU/SgFr53iuKyI/AAAAAAAAAU8/lKOD0dImSoo/s72-c/DSC00322.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5829987001202499246.post-1077813287814255419</id><published>2009-04-29T00:06:00.004+10:00</published><updated>2009-04-29T00:49:47.566+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Inspirationally brain dead</title><content type='html'>Ive slept 2hrs in the last 48hrs. Or better yet, ive slept 9hrs over the last 96hrs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So it's interesting. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;If you could choose, would u rather:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;(A) read and study books in concentrated periods of time during your week &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;OR&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;(B) engage with model making and creative things at every second of your 'free' time. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Even though I am exhausted, addicted to caffeine, unable to establish when my meal times are, or when i am supposed to brush my teeth and shower. I still love my course. I would definately choose option B but occasionally when I am struggling through 5hrs of studio with 0hrs of sleep, i do briefly consider option A.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;________________________&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;This was a collage we had to do back in wk2... Little did i know we had it real good then.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329746042036085026" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 283px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VhWnN6fgAoU/SfcPyXqa4SI/AAAAAAAAAT8/SrcRNYARiWk/s400/Untitled-1.jpg" border="0" /&gt; _____________________________&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;This week's weekly assignment for my Communications class. We had to build 3 Diagram models of aspects of our given building which was Frank Lloyd Wright's Unity Temple for me. I chose to represent mass/material, light, and circulation in my models.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VhWnN6fgAoU/SfcPyD2pF0I/AAAAAAAAAT0/1JoK93-Cb4w/s1600-h/DSC02349.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329746036718638914" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VhWnN6fgAoU/SfcPyD2pF0I/AAAAAAAAAT0/1JoK93-Cb4w/s400/DSC02349.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VhWnN6fgAoU/SfcPxyb5ceI/AAAAAAAAATs/4bM9t0gW6E4/s1600-h/DSC02334.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329746032043061730" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VhWnN6fgAoU/SfcPxyb5ceI/AAAAAAAAATs/4bM9t0gW6E4/s400/DSC02334.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VhWnN6fgAoU/SfcPxhS_EbI/AAAAAAAAATk/m9uKeatJqi0/s1600-h/DSC02341.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329746027442278834" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VhWnN6fgAoU/SfcPxhS_EbI/AAAAAAAAATk/m9uKeatJqi0/s400/DSC02341.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;This is my storyboard where we had to place a story we made up weeks ago inside our given building. We had to use photos of our models and etc. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Its pretty hard to read...but start with the top left frame and and move along horizontally. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Basically my story is based on a nightmare i had back in HSC times where this guy was chasing after me with an axe and i was running around my house (I actually wrote about it back then in this blog...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329746046161802194" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 283px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VhWnN6fgAoU/SfcPynCEU9I/AAAAAAAAAUE/HVr07P2G4H0/s400/storyboard.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Total time taken for Communications hw this wk: 50hrs&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;____________________________&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;For next Tues' design studio we have to build a structure system from part of our model (the coloured one in my othe post). I chose to do the spirally bit running down the centre (blue/red bit)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My googled inspiration:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329751707555072050" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VhWnN6fgAoU/SfcU8JXaCDI/AAAAAAAAAUk/6sdghr3lpEY/s400/313334593_78474b9ebb.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329751707777786338" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 250px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VhWnN6fgAoU/SfcU8KMgYeI/AAAAAAAAAUc/cg7qttJg3lc/s400/spiral-cafe1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329751701626559234" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VhWnN6fgAoU/SfcU7zR8GwI/AAAAAAAAAUM/33PlmUutxIg/s400/front-31.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329751701175062834" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VhWnN6fgAoU/SfcU7xmS0TI/AAAAAAAAAUU/CHgQ76ZdS7o/s400/spiral.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;___________________________&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A bientot :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5829987001202499246-1077813287814255419?l=bluesatinribbons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bluesatinribbons.blogspot.com/feeds/1077813287814255419/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5829987001202499246&amp;postID=1077813287814255419&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5829987001202499246/posts/default/1077813287814255419'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5829987001202499246/posts/default/1077813287814255419'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bluesatinribbons.blogspot.com/2009/04/inspirationally-brain-dead.html' title='Inspirationally brain dead'/><author><name>Mandaa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02853058684523248067</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_VhWnN6fgAoU/SGt6zZUwApI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Q-omggsimVM/S220/6x8300dpi.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VhWnN6fgAoU/SfcPyXqa4SI/AAAAAAAAAT8/SrcRNYARiWk/s72-c/Untitled-1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5829987001202499246.post-5512742295117556514</id><published>2009-04-22T23:13:00.006+10:00</published><updated>2009-04-23T02:23:45.507+10:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>- My sis and I eating out at our local hotel. They sell Cruisers for $8 so i sneaked off to the Bottle Shop next door and bought them for $4.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VhWnN6fgAoU/Se8gcm_ISHI/AAAAAAAAATU/8CMWdUZe00c/s1600-h/DSC00219.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327512560076343410" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VhWnN6fgAoU/Se8gcm_ISHI/AAAAAAAAATU/8CMWdUZe00c/s400/DSC00219.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;____________________________________&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;sorry for sounding cold and distant over your news. Itd made me upset &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-This is for you,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;from me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I know u wont see this but thats okay.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Its a one off and i made mistakes in it. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Classical Gas by Eric Clapton (1/5 page of it anyway)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-edf7517b02f902fc" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v23.nonxt5.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Dedf7517b02f902fc%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330354702%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D51B15911D4543482347B7844A010596C50220A43.551B786C1A6B2CBFF6EA1391E6B1DE7A22D1D41F%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Dedf7517b02f902fc%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3D8V1AoI8NBacE-KZCN94AlOJ3QJQ&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v23.nonxt5.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Dedf7517b02f902fc%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330354702%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D51B15911D4543482347B7844A010596C50220A43.551B786C1A6B2CBFF6EA1391E6B1DE7A22D1D41F%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Dedf7517b02f902fc%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3D8V1AoI8NBacE-KZCN94AlOJ3QJQ&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5829987001202499246-5512742295117556514?l=bluesatinribbons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=edf7517b02f902fc&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bluesatinribbons.blogspot.com/feeds/5512742295117556514/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5829987001202499246&amp;postID=5512742295117556514&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5829987001202499246/posts/default/5512742295117556514'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5829987001202499246/posts/default/5512742295117556514'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bluesatinribbons.blogspot.com/2009/04/my-sis-and-i-eating-out-at-our-local.html' title=''/><author><name>Mandaa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02853058684523248067</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_VhWnN6fgAoU/SGt6zZUwApI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Q-omggsimVM/S220/6x8300dpi.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VhWnN6fgAoU/Se8gcm_ISHI/AAAAAAAAATU/8CMWdUZe00c/s72-c/DSC00219.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5829987001202499246.post-6185608577223292303</id><published>2009-04-22T03:04:00.003+10:00</published><updated>2009-04-22T03:27:32.136+10:00</updated><title type='text'>NoDOZE</title><content type='html'>I have not slept in the last 41hrs :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I made this coloured model for design studio. That grey model u can kinda see in the pic, that was my original. We had to use different colours to represent the different kind of spaces in our plan.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Time taken for coloured model: 15hrs&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Time taken for origincal grey model: 25hrs&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Funny thing is that these are all just weekly studio exercises and homework.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327194216406947426" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VhWnN6fgAoU/Se3-6kZzlmI/AAAAAAAAAS8/gbCsq4MWhLY/s400/DSC00253.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;_______________________________&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This is what we did yesterday for our Construction class. It was supposed to be a 'speed model' done in groups of 4 and basically we were thrown into the deep end (cos our construction tutor is NOT helpful at all). We were given plans and had to make a 3d model out of them.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Our overal product :) we reckon it looks pretty cool.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Time taken: 5hrs&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327194221798065474" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VhWnN6fgAoU/Se3-64fJhUI/AAAAAAAAATE/5XUhfi2ydBM/s400/DSC00239.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327194222754538562" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VhWnN6fgAoU/Se3-68DMJEI/AAAAAAAAATM/KLPirjAqX5I/s400/DSC00240.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5829987001202499246-6185608577223292303?l=bluesatinribbons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bluesatinribbons.blogspot.com/feeds/6185608577223292303/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5829987001202499246&amp;postID=6185608577223292303&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5829987001202499246/posts/default/6185608577223292303'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5829987001202499246/posts/default/6185608577223292303'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bluesatinribbons.blogspot.com/2009/04/nodoze.html' title='NoDOZE'/><author><name>Mandaa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02853058684523248067</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_VhWnN6fgAoU/SGt6zZUwApI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Q-omggsimVM/S220/6x8300dpi.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VhWnN6fgAoU/Se3-6kZzlmI/AAAAAAAAAS8/gbCsq4MWhLY/s72-c/DSC00253.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5829987001202499246.post-7432296557578701142</id><published>2009-04-15T22:33:00.003+10:00</published><updated>2009-04-15T22:44:28.848+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Masquerade</title><content type='html'>TSA cruise with friends.&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VhWnN6fgAoU/SeXU7nsbWDI/AAAAAAAAASs/GDASs2QjXiA/s1600-h/SNC00034.png"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324896255168174130" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VhWnN6fgAoU/SeXU7nsbWDI/AAAAAAAAASs/GDASs2QjXiA/s400/SNC00034.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; A little easter gathering with old and new friends. They are indeed sitting in a cot with a guitar.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324896851826389874" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VhWnN6fgAoU/SeXVeWa1M3I/AAAAAAAAAS0/e2XPUv19iyE/s400/DSC00227.JPG" border="0" /&gt;_______________________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Im thinking i'll wear flats and carry my heels tmr. I learnt my lesson after tsa. Can't wait to catch up with all my high friends!&lt;br /&gt;Im not prepared for tmr at all. No dress, no mask, no transport plans.&lt;br /&gt;_______________________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ciao amigos&lt;br /&gt;x&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5829987001202499246-7432296557578701142?l=bluesatinribbons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bluesatinribbons.blogspot.com/feeds/7432296557578701142/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5829987001202499246&amp;postID=7432296557578701142&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5829987001202499246/posts/default/7432296557578701142'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5829987001202499246/posts/default/7432296557578701142'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bluesatinribbons.blogspot.com/2009/04/masquerade.html' title='Masquerade'/><author><name>Mandaa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02853058684523248067</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_VhWnN6fgAoU/SGt6zZUwApI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Q-omggsimVM/S220/6x8300dpi.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VhWnN6fgAoU/SeXU7nsbWDI/AAAAAAAAASs/GDASs2QjXiA/s72-c/SNC00034.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5829987001202499246.post-3347021594570938880</id><published>2009-04-13T13:22:00.004+10:00</published><updated>2009-04-13T13:58:00.754+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Attachment prone</title><content type='html'>- that is me, also as a characteristic of the ENFP personality type.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have 5months. 5 months to either distach myself and cause myself less pain when the time does come or 5months to make the most of.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate this. I get attached to people, places, and things so much that i find it so hard to let them go. Eg, highschool where in the last couple of weeks i was an unpredictable bag of waterworks.&lt;br /&gt;I don't get attached to things that easily but when i genuinely like them or enjoy a place, i want to keep them forever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See, ENFPs only make up 7% of the population. Therefore it is fairly possible that my attachment issues is only onesided. Everytime i think about time and its continuous neverending nature, my head starts spinning and i can't breathe. Would pretending and lying to myself that it's not really happening just cause more sadness later?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What's also distressing is that if you take away the proximity, you take away the love. Meaning that for me, as an ENFP, i start forgetting about people when i stop having contact with them and i stop caring about them as much. I really don't mean to or want to but i know it'll happen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm on a selfish streak too. I want to keep friends to myself so im not thrilled about recent events.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SOMEONE GIVE ME A PAUSE BUTTON PLEASE&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5829987001202499246-3347021594570938880?l=bluesatinribbons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bluesatinribbons.blogspot.com/feeds/3347021594570938880/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5829987001202499246&amp;postID=3347021594570938880&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5829987001202499246/posts/default/3347021594570938880'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5829987001202499246/posts/default/3347021594570938880'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bluesatinribbons.blogspot.com/2009/04/attachment-prone.html' title='Attachment prone'/><author><name>Mandaa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02853058684523248067</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_VhWnN6fgAoU/SGt6zZUwApI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Q-omggsimVM/S220/6x8300dpi.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5829987001202499246.post-9114517759209156288</id><published>2009-04-10T16:40:00.003+10:00</published><updated>2009-04-10T17:34:58.534+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Easter fridayy</title><content type='html'>Yay a week of holidays!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got out of bed at 3 today :D Last night i went to the tsa cruise which some of u guys went to as well. It was fun-ish apart from the feel up on the dance floor, having to walk away real quick everytime i saw this guy getting it on with his gf, and the lack of good dance music.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I totally got stuck in ct yesterday. See, usually when im out past 1 i would end up staying over at a friend's place. But yesterday my friend, Grace, had already gotten on the taxi home when me and other friend, patrick, found out that there weren't any trains left. I was tempted to crash at grace's place since i wasn't about to accept the friend's offer of his place. But in the end i spent $45 on a taxi home :( :(&lt;br /&gt;______________________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Four ppl (that i know of) have already hooked up in our course. One's a 'hot' couple and the other one is..cute-ish. I kinda predict that the hot ones wont last too long....&lt;br /&gt;______________________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think i idealise people too much. So much that i trust everyone and see good in everyone. The only exeption is for ppl who smoke, do drugs, party a helluva lot, incredibly flirty, or never go to classes or just dont do their work. It kind of shocks me everytime the goodness i see in ppl backfires on me or it turns out that i was very wrong about them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is just a general observation.&lt;br /&gt;______________________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:)&lt;br /&gt;:)&lt;br /&gt;See u guys soon!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5829987001202499246-9114517759209156288?l=bluesatinribbons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bluesatinribbons.blogspot.com/feeds/9114517759209156288/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5829987001202499246&amp;postID=9114517759209156288&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5829987001202499246/posts/default/9114517759209156288'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5829987001202499246/posts/default/9114517759209156288'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bluesatinribbons.blogspot.com/2009/04/easter-fridayy.html' title='Easter fridayy'/><author><name>Mandaa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02853058684523248067</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_VhWnN6fgAoU/SGt6zZUwApI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Q-omggsimVM/S220/6x8300dpi.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5829987001202499246.post-6859545800709337862</id><published>2009-04-03T20:36:00.005+11:00</published><updated>2009-04-03T21:27:28.596+11:00</updated><title type='text'>UPDATE</title><content type='html'>I look forward to uni everyday :) really.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;For this mini group project we had to make a bridge out of 30 straws and sticky tape. Every group's bridge got tested on its stability. Our bridge carried 1.45kg which i was fairly surprised about since i thought it was crap considering i was doing it at 2.30am. The winner was a 2.25kg.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;(pic of testing my groups bridge)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320399290651815906" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VhWnN6fgAoU/SdXa91aKr-I/AAAAAAAAASU/6zxpjLEZrmw/s400/DSC00200.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;And if anyone remembers that plaster model i had to make, it had broken into 3pieces and i superglued it and sanded it and everything right. Well during the train ride the morning after i completely broke it. Lucky i had good photos of it.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320401522124440754" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VhWnN6fgAoU/SdXc_uSsxLI/AAAAAAAAASc/wIHxaqWehOU/s400/DSC00188.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;We're making our first somewhat 'proper' model. This looks really little but it took me about 10 extra hours this week in my studio but its prob cos im just a bit pedantic.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320403415809651602" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VhWnN6fgAoU/SdXet80b85I/AAAAAAAAASk/ACgURc5tpSc/s400/DSC00217.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;I noticed that my course is kinda demanding. I stay back after tuts and lectures for at least 3hrs everyday easy. Funny how this feels like that hsc period when i went Stateing everyday but now i actually really enjoy it.                                                                                                                        &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;_____________________________&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Do i talk about my uni stuff too much?? LOL&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;_____________________________&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I'm over that thing in the last post. and NO bernadette, i did not take the initiative to ask a guy out. Gees. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;OMG okay I was sitting in the lecture the other day behind this guy who looked liek Roger Federer but hotter! And I witnessed him hooking up with the girl sitting next to him. Through the entire 2hr lecture, the girl was completely flirting with Federer and twice they nearly pashed. But they went for the kiss as soon as the lights turned on. LOL i obviously paid more attention to them than the lecture. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;____________________________&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I watched Confessions of a Shopaholic with some uni friends on sunday. One of them is a tad posessive. I find it so strange cos ive never been confronted with these sorts of ppl, the type of bitchy, not-alway-so-nice gfs. Don't get me wrong, she's still a friend but i feel like if i somehow crossed on her bad side, she wouldn't be so nice about it. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;____________________________&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;;) &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5829987001202499246-6859545800709337862?l=bluesatinribbons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bluesatinribbons.blogspot.com/feeds/6859545800709337862/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5829987001202499246&amp;postID=6859545800709337862&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5829987001202499246/posts/default/6859545800709337862'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5829987001202499246/posts/default/6859545800709337862'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bluesatinribbons.blogspot.com/2009/04/update.html' title='UPDATE'/><author><name>Mandaa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02853058684523248067</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_VhWnN6fgAoU/SGt6zZUwApI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Q-omggsimVM/S220/6x8300dpi.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VhWnN6fgAoU/SdXa91aKr-I/AAAAAAAAASU/6zxpjLEZrmw/s72-c/DSC00200.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5829987001202499246.post-4904699442145790820</id><published>2009-03-25T23:14:00.003+11:00</published><updated>2009-03-25T23:27:56.010+11:00</updated><title type='text'>I wish my face was a paper bag.</title><content type='html'>I am never EVER taking initiative ever again. It just depressed me all day. So much that i just hung around uni til 8 doing absolutely nothing. Sigh. I guess i'll just look at it as an experience that'll remind me to never do something so stupid again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In other news, my plaster sculpture cast totally broke into 3 pieces when i tried to take it out. I hope that it is the ONLY thing i'll mess up this semester. To think everything was running so smoothly. I really dont aim to just pass.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night I slept 2hrs cos i spent 8hrs writing a review on 2 articles and was worth 30%. The 400 measely words took me from 12am to 10am to finish with a 2hr sleep break. I better get a goddamned good mark for it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gah i can't stop thinking about my stupidity. How will i face the world again. Im being dramatic i know but i wanna run and hide right now. Will someone just finally solve the rules of time and invent a time machine already so i can rewind it all.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5829987001202499246-4904699442145790820?l=bluesatinribbons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bluesatinribbons.blogspot.com/feeds/4904699442145790820/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5829987001202499246&amp;postID=4904699442145790820&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5829987001202499246/posts/default/4904699442145790820'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5829987001202499246/posts/default/4904699442145790820'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bluesatinribbons.blogspot.com/2009/03/i-wish-my-face-was-paper-bag.html' title='I wish my face was a paper bag.'/><author><name>Mandaa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02853058684523248067</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_VhWnN6fgAoU/SGt6zZUwApI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Q-omggsimVM/S220/6x8300dpi.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5829987001202499246.post-931286438117508448</id><published>2009-03-21T16:07:00.004+11:00</published><updated>2009-03-21T16:23:12.189+11:00</updated><title type='text'>Living a horror movie scenario</title><content type='html'>I went to a party/BBQ last night. I met lots of Techies and St Georgians and some of those ppl who you feel like you know cos you're on Facebook a little too much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I ended up sleeping in Leanne's room. I was going to wake up at 6.30 so i could get home before mum did. Leanne managed to but i didn't so we just slept til noon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another friend has a party tonight too. I dont think ill go now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now ballet, and then lotsa catching up on work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Til next time.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5829987001202499246-931286438117508448?l=bluesatinribbons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bluesatinribbons.blogspot.com/feeds/931286438117508448/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5829987001202499246&amp;postID=931286438117508448&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5829987001202499246/posts/default/931286438117508448'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5829987001202499246/posts/default/931286438117508448'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bluesatinribbons.blogspot.com/2009/03/living-horror-movie-scenario.html' title='Living a horror movie scenario'/><author><name>Mandaa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02853058684523248067</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_VhWnN6fgAoU/SGt6zZUwApI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Q-omggsimVM/S220/6x8300dpi.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5829987001202499246.post-3308009903550124763</id><published>2009-03-19T21:16:00.011+11:00</published><updated>2009-03-19T23:22:42.628+11:00</updated><title type='text'>I have a fetish with charcoal</title><content type='html'>Nothing too exciting to report. Im still liking uni.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ive got a crazy Russian woman architect teacher for Archi sketching class. She made us all go outside in our first lesson to swing our arms around in circles and stand in a line to breathe with our 80% water-composition bodies. She's awesome.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;__________________________&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Why is it that you never get the opportunity to talk to the people you really want to get to know while everyone else seem to just come at you. Why does it have to be so difficult?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;__________________________&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I get my first assignment back tomorrow. Let's see if Tim Wilkinson can tell that i'd spent 7hrs on the 500word report as opposed to the 20min i spent on the train to sketch my VERY badly drawn bridge.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;__________________________&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I spent the whole of my free day in my studio yesterday finishing this abstract sculpture type thing with boxboard. The aim of it was to imagine the negative space between two dancers or two boxers in a pic that we were shown and create a 3d form of it. We'll be pouring plaster into it and hopefully it'll turn out into something cooler than what it looks like now. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314848828592577026" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VhWnN6fgAoU/ScIi2a8pWgI/AAAAAAAAASE/wvfZ6P3gwQM/s400/DSC00151.JPG" border="0" /&gt;I've sealed it with gaffa tape cos it needs to be leak-proof. I still have alot more to mummify.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314848823563880306" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VhWnN6fgAoU/ScIi2INth3I/AAAAAAAAAR8/Lgzr2ZJjKTA/s400/DSC00153.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;______________________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I finally got a chance to make up for not having done Woodwork in high school. I had to spend 3hrs doing this safety workshop to get my certificate and card so i can use the ATSC studios. I have never touched a drill before until that workshop. Everyone made really cool things with their block of wood EXCEPT me LOL as demonstrated by a photograph of my craftiness. I don't even know what i was trying to make.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314848831877507842" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VhWnN6fgAoU/ScIi2nL1awI/AAAAAAAAASM/Y16kW6E71L4/s400/DSC00155.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have i mentioned how expensive archi materials are? You guys might be complaining about how i don't need to buy textbooks and all that, but really, it's so pricey. One pacer (or technically a 'clutch' pencil) costs $20, thats one of the cheapest things we need. The leads that go with the pacer....$25 per little pack...and we needed to get diff packs in HB, B, and 2B. A set square no bigger than a piece of A4 paper is $40. In summary, when you count it all up, it's expensive :D&lt;br /&gt;_______________________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I got home at 4.30. Then realised no one was home to open the door for me (no keys still). So went back out to the city and hung around til 9. Came back home, someone opened the door for me.&lt;br /&gt;_______________________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.Here's something unrelated to uni.&lt;br /&gt;.Some people need to learn about dignity. I'm not meaning to sound judgemental but when they're doing it to me, i can't help but judge. It may be considered rude whether you're dealing with just me or with the big guys in the corporate world to run away and hide just because things aren't as easy as you wanted it to be. So be a little more mature. Don't pretend to be an adult when clearly you are not.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5829987001202499246-3308009903550124763?l=bluesatinribbons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bluesatinribbons.blogspot.com/feeds/3308009903550124763/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5829987001202499246&amp;postID=3308009903550124763&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5829987001202499246/posts/default/3308009903550124763'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5829987001202499246/posts/default/3308009903550124763'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bluesatinribbons.blogspot.com/2009/03/i-have-fetish-with-charcoal.html' title='I have a fetish with charcoal'/><author><name>Mandaa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02853058684523248067</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_VhWnN6fgAoU/SGt6zZUwApI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Q-omggsimVM/S220/6x8300dpi.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VhWnN6fgAoU/ScIi2a8pWgI/AAAAAAAAASE/wvfZ6P3gwQM/s72-c/DSC00151.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5829987001202499246.post-3080062495480582946</id><published>2009-03-14T21:12:00.002+11:00</published><updated>2009-03-14T22:03:36.317+11:00</updated><title type='text'>Sound relief.....Racecourse......Crazy day</title><content type='html'>I think i might have just witnessed an attempted assault on a woman/girl. I was walking home in the friggin loud storm when about 50m ahead of me i heard a a girl scream. Naturally i hoped that it was just some girl having fun in the rain with a couple of other ppl until the scream was followed by a 'Get off me!'. I stopped walking then, i really wanted to run up and see what was happening but it was dark and i could tell there were at least 2 guys. I called my mum to tell her what i just saw/heard and she drove out to pick me up. I made her drive around to see if i could see anything sus but itd been at least 10min and it was dark and rainy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was pretty scary. One of the guys who was acting like a 'watch out' person was lagging behind so i quickly turned around and walked back the other way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Im really tempted to call the cops now, 1.5hrs after i got home..&lt;br /&gt;__________________________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well apart from tonight's creepy events, this morn/noon i went with Bernadette to Coogee beach for the UTS jap society (and i do realise that i dont go to UTS nor do i particularly like jap stuff). It was really fun. Funny thing, i found out that the USYD Taiwanese society was having a gathering in the area next to us and im actually a member of that soc so yeah, i ditched usyd for uts haha. (and i also realise that im not taiwanese..)&lt;br /&gt;__________________________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got to ballet late today xP. 30min late for a 1.5hr class..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OH CRAP! I JUST REALISED I FORGOT TO PAY MY DANCE TEACHER!!! Oh man I SUCK!&lt;br /&gt;Gahhhhhhh!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sigh anyway we're having a performance on 'Sleeping Beauty' this year. It's the exact same choreography as the one done by a Russian dance company yearssssss ago. Im playing the flute fairy or something equally wierd as that.&lt;br /&gt;___________________________________&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5829987001202499246-3080062495480582946?l=bluesatinribbons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bluesatinribbons.blogspot.com/feeds/3080062495480582946/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5829987001202499246&amp;postID=3080062495480582946&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5829987001202499246/posts/default/3080062495480582946'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5829987001202499246/posts/default/3080062495480582946'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bluesatinribbons.blogspot.com/2009/03/sound-reliefracecoursecrazy-day.html' title='Sound relief.....Racecourse......Crazy day'/><author><name>Mandaa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02853058684523248067</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_VhWnN6fgAoU/SGt6zZUwApI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Q-omggsimVM/S220/6x8300dpi.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5829987001202499246.post-8096359347830262680</id><published>2009-03-11T21:51:00.003+11:00</published><updated>2009-03-11T22:23:23.688+11:00</updated><title type='text'>FARTS</title><content type='html'>Today I went to uni eventhough i had no classes because i was hoping to get some work done before going to the Fine Arts Soc BBQ and trekking to the art gallery. I found out that our Archi studio is an awesome place to study cos it's really quiet, open, breezy, and i have my locker there :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I finished my reading on Upton today!! Yayy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; At 4 i met up with my friend and mingled around at the FARTS BBQ which was pretty awesome. Then we all caught a bus to the AGNSW and saw the Archibald prize, Wynne &amp;amp; Sulman exhibition and ArtExpress.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uni's getting pretty cool (aside from all the work we've got piling up). Yesterday after studio, me and some Archi friends went to this 'designer drinks' thing for architecture soc/meeting thing. Turned out it wasn't much of a 'designer drink' since they only had beer which im not so fond of but i scabbed plenty of turkish bread, dips, and pretzels.&lt;br /&gt;______________________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I should be stressing about a report where I have to write about a Bridge on campus. I really don't know what to write...Im supposed to analyse the structure and architectural features of the goddamn bridge. Im just relying on HowThingsWork.com to teach me all this loads, force and compression stuff. Right now im thinking thank god i decided to dump my plan of doing engineering as well.&lt;br /&gt;______________________________&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5829987001202499246-8096359347830262680?l=bluesatinribbons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bluesatinribbons.blogspot.com/feeds/8096359347830262680/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5829987001202499246&amp;postID=8096359347830262680&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5829987001202499246/posts/default/8096359347830262680'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5829987001202499246/posts/default/8096359347830262680'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bluesatinribbons.blogspot.com/2009/03/farts.html' title='FARTS'/><author><name>Mandaa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02853058684523248067</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_VhWnN6fgAoU/SGt6zZUwApI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Q-omggsimVM/S220/6x8300dpi.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5829987001202499246.post-5220048562339802714</id><published>2009-03-10T19:31:00.006+11:00</published><updated>2009-03-11T22:26:56.938+11:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='School'/><title type='text'>Design prac</title><content type='html'>Im loving mondays and tuesdays cos we get 10hrs of design prac. It's so fun. It's like going back to primary school and playing with pencils, paper, and the only difference is that we get cutting blades now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Basically today we had a partner to work on 2 A3 'plans' where we folded and played with paper to put on our 'daydream' space.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;This is our whole tutorial group's 6hrs of work put together.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311476966560419250" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VhWnN6fgAoU/SbYoKOCAzbI/AAAAAAAAARM/1XcOTo5H3mU/s400/DSC00130.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;My partner's and my idea for this plan was to create a space that was structured and gave a sense of a simpler way of life. &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311476969590692658" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VhWnN6fgAoU/SbYoKZUfGzI/AAAAAAAAARU/xG0R4YOqpIU/s400/DSC00128.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;For this one, our idea was to make a contrasting statement to the previous space. We were representing the process of a dream. There's no angles or sharp lines, just flowing disconnected forms. Notice the intricate weaving (cos that took us ages).&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311476974717335282" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VhWnN6fgAoU/SbYoKsaxdvI/AAAAAAAAARc/zM_YQM9D_TY/s400/DSC00129.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;We did this on Monday. We were supposed to draw realistic and abstract drawings with charcoal/pencils etc of our surroundings in wide view, medium, and detail. Im not posting all these up cos i think theyre amazing or anything. Just showing u guys what ive been up to on the good uni days haha. My last post was of a bad uni day.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311481310534816898" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VhWnN6fgAoU/SbYsHEmN1II/AAAAAAAAARk/UWuLKjbz2m8/s400/DSC00142.JPG" border="0" /&gt;I realise my lighting's really bad. I should take photos in daylight. And can u believe this is my phone camera?? Im shocked at the quality (even the photos before were by phone cam) &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Guess what this is. My tutor was watching me draw this and he was like 'I don't know what that is but i like it!' haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311481325846328018" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VhWnN6fgAoU/SbYsH9ow8tI/AAAAAAAAAR0/B9jV62-GFkQ/s400/DSC00144.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311481314754451522" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VhWnN6fgAoU/SbYsHUUQWEI/AAAAAAAAARs/h0bjAZfTMuU/s400/DSC00143.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5829987001202499246-5220048562339802714?l=bluesatinribbons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bluesatinribbons.blogspot.com/feeds/5220048562339802714/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5829987001202499246&amp;postID=5220048562339802714&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5829987001202499246/posts/default/5220048562339802714'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5829987001202499246/posts/default/5220048562339802714'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bluesatinribbons.blogspot.com/2009/03/design-prac.html' title='Design prac'/><author><name>Mandaa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02853058684523248067</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_VhWnN6fgAoU/SGt6zZUwApI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Q-omggsimVM/S220/6x8300dpi.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VhWnN6fgAoU/SbYoKOCAzbI/AAAAAAAAARM/1XcOTo5H3mU/s72-c/DSC00130.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5829987001202499246.post-7427734807560394578</id><published>2009-03-08T17:36:00.003+11:00</published><updated>2009-03-08T18:13:14.120+11:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='School'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Procrastination'/><title type='text'>Space and Politics</title><content type='html'>I have to read a chapter from Upton's 'The Art and Mystery of historical archaeology'. Every sentence is so incredibly dense that it's taken me 1.5hrs to get through 2 pages of it. Im yet to find a link between what i've read and the topic, Space and Politics.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am confused and distracted and class discussions about our readings are worth 20% of this course.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310710900561222370" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 385px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 342px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VhWnN6fgAoU/SbNvbTy_GuI/AAAAAAAAARE/8BME1RqWlkw/s400/nonsense.jpg" border="0" /&gt;"Once the simple relationship between an artifact, a person, and an action or intention is questioned, the building blocks of material culture study, the artifact-intention-person triad, must be recast to be adequate to the city-artifact" Upton (1992)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Yeh, i have to pretend to understand nonsensical sentences like that for 23 pages. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5829987001202499246-7427734807560394578?l=bluesatinribbons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bluesatinribbons.blogspot.com/feeds/7427734807560394578/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5829987001202499246&amp;postID=7427734807560394578&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5829987001202499246/posts/default/7427734807560394578'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5829987001202499246/posts/default/7427734807560394578'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bluesatinribbons.blogspot.com/2009/03/space-and-politics.html' title='Space and Politics'/><author><name>Mandaa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02853058684523248067</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_VhWnN6fgAoU/SGt6zZUwApI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Q-omggsimVM/S220/6x8300dpi.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VhWnN6fgAoU/SbNvbTy_GuI/AAAAAAAAARE/8BME1RqWlkw/s72-c/nonsense.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5829987001202499246.post-8680382455805626441</id><published>2009-03-06T21:03:00.005+11:00</published><updated>2009-03-06T22:08:00.598+11:00</updated><title type='text'>Emotional detachment</title><content type='html'>It feels like forever since the last time I blogged but Im back!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ive had 8hrs of lectures this week and I must say uni life might take some time for me to adjust to. Everytime I go into a lecture room and I scan for a seat, i find myself thinking 'I WISH MY SYDNEY GIRL FRIENDS WERE HERE'. Don't get me wrong, Im finding talking to ppl and making friends really easy but its the lack of familiarity thats been frustrating me. I can't whine and be my stupid self, so instead im stuck with putting up this facade.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310028274234926354" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VhWnN6fgAoU/SbEClOkNpRI/AAAAAAAAAQ0/FeBb9L8i_hk/s400/DSCN1875.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday I bumped into my sister on campus. I'd never been so glad to see her in my life. I was starving and had 15min to find SOMETHING to eat and she came to my rescue. After finding out that my AWWS class didnt actually start til next wk, i decided to go for a stroll to Central :). Surprisingly it's only a 20min walk (I still dunno how to get to Redfern nor have I tried).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Today I had a 2hr lecture followed by 2hrs of walking around looking at bridges. I should learn to be more efficient with folders and notebooks. I learnt that I can't cope with reading, writing and walking at the same time. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;________________________________&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I fell asleep on the train home today. I suddenly woke up and had a sudden urge to get off at the stop before my actual stop. I considered waiting for the next train in 15min but decided to just walk to my stop which took 10min, so I beat the train.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh yeah, I sat in my sis' Sociology lecture yesterday. The most boring subject there is, worse than Legal in yr11 in fact. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;and I encountered tension and forces in my Archi lecture today. I daydreamed that I was sitting in my 4u maths class learning Circular Motion all over again (altho it was hardly as complicated as N=sin#+cos# or whatnot).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310029345142897570" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VhWnN6fgAoU/SbEDjkAke6I/AAAAAAAAAQ8/GzPXBJsHUl0/s400/DSCN1925.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5829987001202499246-8680382455805626441?l=bluesatinribbons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bluesatinribbons.blogspot.com/feeds/8680382455805626441/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5829987001202499246&amp;postID=8680382455805626441&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5829987001202499246/posts/default/8680382455805626441'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5829987001202499246/posts/default/8680382455805626441'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bluesatinribbons.blogspot.com/2009/03/emotional-detachment.html' title='Emotional detachment'/><author><name>Mandaa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02853058684523248067</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_VhWnN6fgAoU/SGt6zZUwApI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Q-omggsimVM/S220/6x8300dpi.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VhWnN6fgAoU/SbEClOkNpRI/AAAAAAAAAQ0/FeBb9L8i_hk/s72-c/DSCN1875.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5829987001202499246.post-2433314588459754760</id><published>2009-02-11T01:27:00.002+11:00</published><updated>2009-02-11T01:39:56.441+11:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Why would anyone dilliberately start bushfires?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's so sad&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5829987001202499246-2433314588459754760?l=bluesatinribbons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bluesatinribbons.blogspot.com/feeds/2433314588459754760/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5829987001202499246&amp;postID=2433314588459754760&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5829987001202499246/posts/default/2433314588459754760'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5829987001202499246/posts/default/2433314588459754760'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bluesatinribbons.blogspot.com/2009/02/why-would-anyone-dilliberately-start.html' title=''/><author><name>Mandaa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02853058684523248067</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_VhWnN6fgAoU/SGt6zZUwApI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Q-omggsimVM/S220/6x8300dpi.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5829987001202499246.post-3323170447395814599</id><published>2009-01-28T19:01:00.003+11:00</published><updated>2009-01-28T19:10:32.980+11:00</updated><title type='text'>Sorry for the unupdatingness....</title><content type='html'>I've been in Macau for the last 3days and it was heapsss fun. I probably can't update much at all cos the internet i've been trying to steal at the place im staying doesn't work too well. I hope my USYD enrolment went alright......can someone ask monique for me and get her to send me an email pls?? I don't think she checks blogs that much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay when i get full access to the internet im gonna post up all my happy times here at hk. I think my last post was probably a tad emo cos i was feeling a little distressed about the lack of space here. But it's been real good now. I bought a gazillion clothes in preparation for the daily change of clothes in uni.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My cousins are really cool too. Including me and my sisters, just on my mum's side we've got 17 cousins! I know it's totally wrong to think of your cousins in any way other than with cousinly love but some of them are.....really...really...cool...? Okay i admit, two of them are hot =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5829987001202499246-3323170447395814599?l=bluesatinribbons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bluesatinribbons.blogspot.com/feeds/3323170447395814599/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5829987001202499246&amp;postID=3323170447395814599&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5829987001202499246/posts/default/3323170447395814599'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5829987001202499246/posts/default/3323170447395814599'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bluesatinribbons.blogspot.com/2009/01/sorry-for-unupdatingness.html' title='Sorry for the unupdatingness....'/><author><name>Mandaa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02853058684523248067</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_VhWnN6fgAoU/SGt6zZUwApI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Q-omggsimVM/S220/6x8300dpi.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5829987001202499246.post-1201996323173590419</id><published>2009-01-23T01:51:00.007+11:00</published><updated>2009-03-08T18:21:13.281+11:00</updated><title type='text'>Hectic stuff</title><content type='html'>Well Im in HK and I havent choked to death from the quite obvious pollution yet. It's kinda shocking how everyone lives. You don't get much time to yourself since there's always ppl everywhere and they always seem to be moving in haste as if though there's somewhere they have to go all the time.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294131214910343170" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VhWnN6fgAoU/SXiISlsJyAI/AAAAAAAAAQU/G4LtjifYO5I/s400/DSCN2238.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Me and my sisters are apparently living very different lifestyles. Im getting to know the harsh reality of compact boxed living with the rundown facades on buildings and the peeling walls whilst my sisters are going high society style. I have to say...the best place ive been to so far is the hospital where my uncle's been staying....and the staff there are the most well mannered hk ppl i've met so far.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;They serve macaroni in Maccas as one of their breakfast menu...=....and theyve got the coolest looking hot chips in KFC.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294135963324154306" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VhWnN6fgAoU/SXiMm-6OgcI/AAAAAAAAAQc/L8dzyXEBs9g/s400/DSCN2247.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Ive finally seen my cousins and aunts after 10 longgg years! After all these years of just looking at photos of them, seeing them in person now is like woah..theyre real people!&lt;br /&gt;I watched Curious case of Benjamin Button today with 2 of my cousins today, thats one long movie. I walked around....the...APM?..I think thats what it was...basically just a shopping centre =P. I noticed that if you look at actual international brands like Esprit it's not any cheaper than in Aus so i didn't think it was really worth buying those brands here. Im going to go to all those market kinda random brand stores and snag some stuff instead.&lt;br /&gt;_______________________________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did i mention how scary this place is? It's so shifty...My mum was telling me to stop hanging my bag behind me cos i could get mugged. I was like....what....so she told me to notice how everyone wears their bags towards the front of them.....and its true. Its freaky. Before she let me go off with my cousins, she spent a good 10min teaching me how to use my wallet....literally = ie, "don't put your notes in the same wallet as your coins. Don't keep opening your wallet to get the Octopus card (although i learnt that u can leave it in there and itll still scan). Don't keep looking for things in your bag cos ppl are going to be spying on you and check out where exactly you put your wallet so that they can just steal from you later. Why do you carry everything in just one big bag cos they can slice a hole in the bottom of it and steal everyhing. Separate all your stuff. "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel like everywhere I go someone's going to try to mugg me now.&lt;br /&gt;_____________________________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm never going to go backpacking or i might just do a Harold Holts. Honestly, I feel like im backpacking right now (minus all the luggage). It does suck in a way but I guess it's an experience. Australia's living conditions seems like paradise right now hahha. Right now my room is a 2x2metre box which i think is really quaint and cute but then when im in the hk streets i somehow feel like im still in a box. Everywhere you go basically is a box. We went past some government housing buildings right and they LITERALLY look like half of a shipping cargo box stacked up all on top of one another.&lt;br /&gt;______________________________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Transport is also hectic. Getting to one place require taking a bus, changing 4 train lines, and then taking another bus. On the map they looked so close but via all these routes it gives you a headache. I told my mum ill pay for a taxi and she just snubbed me. On the train i saw this 'first class compartment' sign, im going to check out what that is later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss parks. Is this homesickness? Ive been here for 3days...so 30 more to go?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5829987001202499246-1201996323173590419?l=bluesatinribbons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bluesatinribbons.blogspot.com/feeds/1201996323173590419/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5829987001202499246&amp;postID=1201996323173590419&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5829987001202499246/posts/default/1201996323173590419'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5829987001202499246/posts/default/1201996323173590419'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bluesatinribbons.blogspot.com/2009/01/hectic-stuff.html' title='Hectic stuff'/><author><name>Mandaa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02853058684523248067</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_VhWnN6fgAoU/SGt6zZUwApI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Q-omggsimVM/S220/6x8300dpi.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VhWnN6fgAoU/SXiISlsJyAI/AAAAAAAAAQU/G4LtjifYO5I/s72-c/DSCN2238.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5829987001202499246.post-2960643555598047482</id><published>2009-01-19T21:42:00.003+11:00</published><updated>2009-01-19T22:01:37.055+11:00</updated><title type='text'>Hello Winter!</title><content type='html'>In about 14hrs ill be OUT of Aussieland (assuming that it takes about an hr to get out of aussie airspace).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've finally started/FINISHED packing! After a whole day's worth of verbal abuse today concerning my disorganised approach to life =D , i started stressing out about my empty suitcase. I spent about 3hrs making sure I had everything i needed INCLUDING the 2 bottles of water that turned out to be a complete waste of my $2 cos they give it to you for free on the plane. No one ever told me about that =(.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've still got like $40 of phone credit for this month left so I might just go around texting everyone random things tmr. I already sent Monique one worth 4texts so just 40 more of those and ill use up everything!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A Bientot Mes Amis! =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5829987001202499246-2960643555598047482?l=bluesatinribbons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bluesatinribbons.blogspot.com/feeds/2960643555598047482/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5829987001202499246&amp;postID=2960643555598047482&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5829987001202499246/posts/default/2960643555598047482'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5829987001202499246/posts/default/2960643555598047482'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bluesatinribbons.blogspot.com/2009/01/hello-winter.html' title='Hello Winter!'/><author><name>Mandaa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02853058684523248067</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_VhWnN6fgAoU/SGt6zZUwApI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Q-omggsimVM/S220/6x8300dpi.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5829987001202499246.post-999009592187542857</id><published>2009-01-18T03:30:00.003+11:00</published><updated>2009-01-18T04:19:35.062+11:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Je sais que 'deteste' est un mot forte. Je sais que je regretterai probablement ce post plus tard et l'effacerai, mais en ce moment ca m'est egal car Je te deteste. Je te deteste tant pour toute la tristesse et toute la deception. Je te deteste parce que tu ecrases tous les petits espoirs que j'ai, tous le temps. Je te deteste le plus parce que tu ne le realises pas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ca ne vaut pas la peine.&lt;br /&gt;donc...&lt;br /&gt;Je suis partie le reve.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5829987001202499246-999009592187542857?l=bluesatinribbons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bluesatinribbons.blogspot.com/feeds/999009592187542857/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5829987001202499246&amp;postID=999009592187542857&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5829987001202499246/posts/default/999009592187542857'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5829987001202499246/posts/default/999009592187542857'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bluesatinribbons.blogspot.com/2009/01/i-know-hate-is-very-strong-word.html' title=''/><author><name>Mandaa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02853058684523248067</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_VhWnN6fgAoU/SGt6zZUwApI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Q-omggsimVM/S220/6x8300dpi.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5829987001202499246.post-8077961703549556816</id><published>2009-01-14T12:27:00.005+11:00</published><updated>2009-03-08T18:26:12.528+11:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fun stuff'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Just another day'/><title type='text'>I can survive on very little food</title><content type='html'>Yesterday was so fun! Im glad i went cos the ice skating was super fun and then the K, oh the K! I need to learn some asian songs or learn to read chinese..and korean... Even knowing one song would be good. I won't object to K ever again unless its just with my family, then I'll object.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And wow. I found out that ill definately have someone doing Archi with me in first year! Woot! But Im pretty certain that George is probably going to end up doing the combined degree despite his concern that he wont make it in. Pfft to that. OH well! The point is that ill have someone to sit with in my first lecture!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After K, i was on the train home when my sister finally called me and told me that they were at D's 21st and weren't coming back til at least 10. So since i still have no house keys, it was either stand outside the house for 2hrs or go to the party. What a waste of a train ticket cos i ended up going back to Wolli to get to Mortdale for it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The party was kinda boring. It killed my happy spirit. Pretending to be having fun when you're dead tired is really quite draining.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5829987001202499246-8077961703549556816?l=bluesatinribbons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bluesatinribbons.blogspot.com/feeds/8077961703549556816/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5829987001202499246&amp;postID=8077961703549556816&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5829987001202499246/posts/default/8077961703549556816'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5829987001202499246/posts/default/8077961703549556816'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bluesatinribbons.blogspot.com/2009/01/i-can-survive-on-very-little-food.html' title='I can survive on very little food'/><author><name>Mandaa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02853058684523248067</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_VhWnN6fgAoU/SGt6zZUwApI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Q-omggsimVM/S220/6x8300dpi.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5829987001202499246.post-2123732789246497882</id><published>2009-01-13T00:38:00.004+11:00</published><updated>2009-01-13T01:32:30.080+11:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fun stuff'/><title type='text'>Jetlag me!</title><content type='html'>Well there's a complete change of plans now. Screw USYD enrolment =D. I owe Monique a week's worth of lunches.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's all finalised. I'm off to HK next week! Awesome! So to all the ppl who are going too or are already there, give me your numbers and Ill post mine up when I buy a phone card there. My mum said I can meet up with friends since I've got a wholeeee month to do so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't think I'll go to Japan and Peking with my sisters though since everyone's got their different plans. I'm staying at one of my aunt's place that has wireless internet! Yes, it's that revolutionary. AND they've got one of those maids so i don't have to pretend to want to help with the dishes or anything. Thank god.&lt;br /&gt;________________________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why does it cost nearly $300 just to get a passport?? For all 4 of us, it costed over $1000. Ridiculous. Government and lack of funding? I dont think so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This morning was pretty crap. I had to wake up at 8.30am (which is crazyyyy early for me nowadays) to get to the immigration department for the passports. I had this crappy stomach ache and to make it worse my eyes started going blurry and i was having some sort of fainting spell. Anyway I drank a cuppa hot chocolate and ate a sandwich and i was fine afterwards. It was good hot chocolate with the whipped sort of milk and chocolate flake topping.&lt;br /&gt;_______________________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I gave a musical busker my only $1 coin today. He was a really good singer and keyboard player and might I add, he was kinda cute too in the suave sort of way.&lt;br /&gt;_______________________________&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5829987001202499246-2123732789246497882?l=bluesatinribbons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bluesatinribbons.blogspot.com/feeds/2123732789246497882/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5829987001202499246&amp;postID=2123732789246497882&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5829987001202499246/posts/default/2123732789246497882'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5829987001202499246/posts/default/2123732789246497882'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bluesatinribbons.blogspot.com/2009/01/well-theres-complete-change-of-plans.html' title='Jetlag me!'/><author><name>Mandaa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02853058684523248067</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_VhWnN6fgAoU/SGt6zZUwApI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Q-omggsimVM/S220/6x8300dpi.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5829987001202499246.post-6475758907601852367</id><published>2009-01-07T18:51:00.006+11:00</published><updated>2009-03-08T18:32:42.490+11:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Just another day'/><title type='text'>Slumdog Millionaire</title><content type='html'>- I vote movie of the year. So, watch it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I took the chance to take a tour of the Wilkinson building yesterday at USYD (since it's going to be my home for 5yrs) and its facilities were pretty cool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So there were these 2 rooms of complete contrast. One was the 'Reverberant' room and the other was...i forget. But the objective of the Reverberant room was to control and direct sound vibrations which was then used for sound recording. The contrasting room however was made up of 1metre thick walls covered in wool. This room absorbed all sound vibrations so that it was deafeningly silent. As soon as you step into this room, you feel like as if though your eardrums are collapsing on itself.&lt;br /&gt;_________________________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The highlight of my day was probably at Broadway shopping centre where I ate lunch with Annu and Misha and then watched Slumdog Millionaire with a couple others. The funniest thing happened at the foodcourt. We bumped into Louise S who was with her mum and as soon as she turned around I noticed her lip ring. I opened my mouth and Louise rushed forward and whispered 'Shhh my mum thinks it's a sticker'. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;___________________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't care if i'm contributing to global warming. It would be a bigger sin to the world if I was to melt from the lack of air conditioning.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5829987001202499246-6475758907601852367?l=bluesatinribbons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bluesatinribbons.blogspot.com/feeds/6475758907601852367/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5829987001202499246&amp;postID=6475758907601852367&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5829987001202499246/posts/default/6475758907601852367'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5829987001202499246/posts/default/6475758907601852367'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bluesatinribbons.blogspot.com/2009/01/slumdog-millionaire.html' title='Slumdog Millionaire'/><author><name>Mandaa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02853058684523248067</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_VhWnN6fgAoU/SGt6zZUwApI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Q-omggsimVM/S220/6x8300dpi.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5829987001202499246.post-384244385766105218</id><published>2009-01-05T17:01:00.003+11:00</published><updated>2009-01-05T17:37:18.239+11:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='School'/><title type='text'>Its smokin' HOT</title><content type='html'>Why do all the uni's have their Info Days on the same day?? It's illogical and perhaps the world's worst idea. Because of this idiotic arrangement, I can only go to USYD...which is far far away from everyone else in UNSW.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another m7 meetup tomorrow then? It's going to be just as steaming tomorrow so I suggest something completely indoors and vacuum-sealed from the evil outdoor elements. So I pick The Curious Case Of Benjamin Button at the nicely air conditoned George St cinema. Im very aware that writing it here is completely pointless so i shall instead continue our chain of mass emails later.&lt;br /&gt;__________________________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm now completely freaked out about engineering. I know nothing about physics. Infact, I'm fairly sure that I failed that part of science in junior years. It's probably why I got a band 5 for it in the SC....unless its cos i just suck at science in general....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It all seems so daunting right now. One part of me is feeling really excited about digging my hands into the depths of architecture whilst the other part is just terrified of stepping into the lecture theatre filled with freaky engineering guys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's probably not very hard to notice which course Im leaning towards.&lt;br /&gt;___________________________________&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5829987001202499246-384244385766105218?l=bluesatinribbons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bluesatinribbons.blogspot.com/feeds/384244385766105218/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5829987001202499246&amp;postID=384244385766105218&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5829987001202499246/posts/default/384244385766105218'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5829987001202499246/posts/default/384244385766105218'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bluesatinribbons.blogspot.com/2009/01/its-smokin-hot.html' title='Its smokin&apos; HOT'/><author><name>Mandaa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02853058684523248067</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_VhWnN6fgAoU/SGt6zZUwApI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Q-omggsimVM/S220/6x8300dpi.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5829987001202499246.post-5469030479244771337</id><published>2009-01-04T03:15:00.004+11:00</published><updated>2009-01-04T03:26:22.337+11:00</updated><title type='text'>Is it a couch or a sofa?</title><content type='html'>Look what my phone can do. &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VhWnN6fgAoU/SV-PfETNAkI/AAAAAAAAAQM/eDN467gJVg4/s1600-h/DSC00024.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287102251449254466" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VhWnN6fgAoU/SV-PfETNAkI/AAAAAAAAAQM/eDN467gJVg4/s400/DSC00024.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Sorry about the confusion with my mobile numbers. Im still in limbo between the two.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of mobiles, I got the strangest call last night/morning at 5am. I couldnt understand too well but from what i gathered the guy's name was A******* **** and he kept saying something on the lines of 'Are you ready'. After about 20secs of me going 'What?', the person started making fake crackling noises and hung up. Wierd or what.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5829987001202499246-5469030479244771337?l=bluesatinribbons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bluesatinribbons.blogspot.com/feeds/5469030479244771337/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5829987001202499246&amp;postID=5469030479244771337&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5829987001202499246/posts/default/5469030479244771337'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5829987001202499246/posts/default/5469030479244771337'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bluesatinribbons.blogspot.com/2009/01/is-it-couch-or-sofa.html' title='Is it a couch or a sofa?'/><author><name>Mandaa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02853058684523248067</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_VhWnN6fgAoU/SGt6zZUwApI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Q-omggsimVM/S220/6x8300dpi.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VhWnN6fgAoU/SV-PfETNAkI/AAAAAAAAAQM/eDN467gJVg4/s72-c/DSC00024.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5829987001202499246.post-1011593167723977290</id><published>2009-01-02T16:38:00.003+11:00</published><updated>2009-01-02T16:47:51.522+11:00</updated><title type='text'>2009</title><content type='html'>I just slept 8pm - 1.30pm. Yes, that was indeed 17hrs of sleep with a 2secs wake up break at about 5am. I guess that was to make up for the 17hrs spent in the city for New Years and the 36hrs of practically no sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Im still tired. I can't remember what day today is or when's the last time i ate.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5829987001202499246-1011593167723977290?l=bluesatinribbons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bluesatinribbons.blogspot.com/feeds/1011593167723977290/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5829987001202499246&amp;postID=1011593167723977290&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5829987001202499246/posts/default/1011593167723977290'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5829987001202499246/posts/default/1011593167723977290'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bluesatinribbons.blogspot.com/2009/01/i-just-slept-8pm-1.html' title='2009'/><author><name>Mandaa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02853058684523248067</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_VhWnN6fgAoU/SGt6zZUwApI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Q-omggsimVM/S220/6x8300dpi.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5829987001202499246.post-7246162357109162569</id><published>2008-12-31T00:41:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2008-12-31T01:45:23.493+11:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fun stuff'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Birthday'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Animals'/><title type='text'>Happy birthday Anabelle!</title><content type='html'>-although some months late..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285590893613884210" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VhWnN6fgAoU/SVow6dnlIzI/AAAAAAAAAP8/8JdoeemmT48/s400/DSCN2196.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285590900853940146" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VhWnN6fgAoU/SVow64lvn7I/AAAAAAAAAQE/PuG3hMKGLKU/s400/DSCN2197.JPG" border="0" /&gt;I only took 5 from my camera and shockingly none of them contained cute doggy faces. But its probably due to the fact that all the other 2000000000 of my wonderful photography is on Monique's camera. She's literally got folders and folders of hundreds of photos of her new puppy =). &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's New Years Eve! Can't wait to die from heat and sunburn in the first 6hrs of tomorrow, then of exhaustion between 6-8, then exhiliration at 9, and back to tiredness and suffocation at 10-11.30. Then 12AM. Time to make some New Years' revolutions.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5829987001202499246-7246162357109162569?l=bluesatinribbons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bluesatinribbons.blogspot.com/feeds/7246162357109162569/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5829987001202499246&amp;postID=7246162357109162569&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5829987001202499246/posts/default/7246162357109162569'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5829987001202499246/posts/default/7246162357109162569'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bluesatinribbons.blogspot.com/2008/12/happy-birthday-anabelle.html' title='Happy birthday Anabelle!'/><author><name>Mandaa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02853058684523248067</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_VhWnN6fgAoU/SGt6zZUwApI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Q-omggsimVM/S220/6x8300dpi.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VhWnN6fgAoU/SVow6dnlIzI/AAAAAAAAAP8/8JdoeemmT48/s72-c/DSCN2196.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5829987001202499246.post-8822038091560419208</id><published>2008-12-28T01:36:00.003+11:00</published><updated>2008-12-28T03:00:24.613+11:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Rubbish'/><title type='text'>Edelweiss</title><content type='html'>SwishhhhhSwashhhh. My head is an empty shell. I don't know what to write about. I thought since i finally managed to sign into Blogger, I should take this opportunity and write something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So. How highhh does the Sicamore grow? If you cut it down then you'll neeeever know. And you'll neeever hear the wolf cry to the bluecorn moon or ask the grinning Bobcat why he grinsss.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think Human Nature is cool. And Il Divo.&lt;br /&gt;__________________________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lets discuss how indecisive I am. Take me to Easy Way or New Zealand icecream or basically anywhere that presents me with choices, the first thing I do is look at every one of my options 10 times over. Then, I force myself to eliminate at least half of the choices in my head. By this stage usually everyone's already begun ordering and im left standing there stressed and boggled. I start using my fingers to precisely point out what i have narrowed myself down to. Usually this forces me to pick a top 10 since I only have 10 fingers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mind goes through a lot of debate and tries to make a pro/con list of each option. Eventually, after alot of peer pressure, I wouldve come down to a Top 3. Through the elimination process and the help of the pro/con list, I come up with a winner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The person at the counter asks 'What would you like?'. This question jolts a certain nerve in my brain which causes me to reconsider my winning choice all over again. I quickly start playing 'inny minny mynny moe' with my top 2 choices.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I settle for option no.2.&lt;br /&gt;_____________________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm going to get Sims 2. After playing it at Emily's house, it reignited my Sims obsession.&lt;br /&gt;_____________________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shame. It's going to be hot and rainy on NYE. If we're lucky maybe Milson's Point now has parks with see-through roofs.&lt;br /&gt;_____________________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GIO we don't just listen, we do.&lt;br /&gt;1300 655 506&lt;br /&gt;Call the Reading Writing hotline&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ame, ame, ame.&lt;br /&gt;They call me Stacy.&lt;br /&gt;They call me Jane.&lt;br /&gt;They call me quiet girl.&lt;br /&gt;But Im a Ri-ot.&lt;br /&gt;-or something like that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My name's Max. Maxwell Smart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ive got an alarm system&lt;br /&gt;in my house&lt;br /&gt;so iii know when people are&lt;br /&gt;creepin about&lt;br /&gt;these people are freakin me out&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yes. This post was utterly pointless.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5829987001202499246-8822038091560419208?l=bluesatinribbons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bluesatinribbons.blogspot.com/feeds/8822038091560419208/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5829987001202499246&amp;postID=8822038091560419208&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5829987001202499246/posts/default/8822038091560419208'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5829987001202499246/posts/default/8822038091560419208'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bluesatinribbons.blogspot.com/2008/12/edelweiss.html' title='Edelweiss'/><author><name>Mandaa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02853058684523248067</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_VhWnN6fgAoU/SGt6zZUwApI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Q-omggsimVM/S220/6x8300dpi.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5829987001202499246.post-3599731127819495453</id><published>2008-12-26T01:35:00.005+11:00</published><updated>2008-12-26T03:54:51.449+11:00</updated><title type='text'>A handprint amongst the many footprints</title><content type='html'>So we live in this city. Its dull as hell and excruciatingly suffocating. There are lamp posts stationed at every few blocks of land, and like clockwork, you know theyll turn themselves on every night, without a sound.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We don't complain. It's in our nature to hear what is said and see what is there. Why should we notice the silent lamp post when magazines, google, and films are screaming at us, exciting us with volumes and volumes of information. In fact there's so much to take in that we start ordering it online in bulks and storing them in our library. Eventually, we start upgrading our libraries, like a tasty, compulsive race egging us to compete against all the other growing libraries.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's life or death.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We walk down Pitt St. The lights are staring down on us now, daring us to make an unexpected turn into the forgotten streets. But we continue straight forward, looking to the bright lights to guide us to the centre of the city.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our lives are like a world globe; prewritten and predictable. But I see a crack on the map. A crack that we could slip through, escaping the expectations and the incessant buzzing of the city. &lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283741797438279874" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 364px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 364px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VhWnN6fgAoU/SVOfK5kxUMI/AAAAAAAAAP0/7EYeEGmND2U/s400/jackson.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We face the future like it knows us when in fact the future should face us like we are something to fear.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5829987001202499246-3599731127819495453?l=bluesatinribbons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bluesatinribbons.blogspot.com/feeds/3599731127819495453/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5829987001202499246&amp;postID=3599731127819495453&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5829987001202499246/posts/default/3599731127819495453'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5829987001202499246/posts/default/3599731127819495453'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bluesatinribbons.blogspot.com/2008/12/handprint-among-many-footprints.html' title='A handprint amongst the many footprints'/><author><name>Mandaa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02853058684523248067</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_VhWnN6fgAoU/SGt6zZUwApI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Q-omggsimVM/S220/6x8300dpi.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VhWnN6fgAoU/SVOfK5kxUMI/AAAAAAAAAP0/7EYeEGmND2U/s72-c/jackson.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5829987001202499246.post-3878583067997046904</id><published>2008-12-23T21:11:00.001+11:00</published><updated>2008-12-23T21:11:54.943+11:00</updated><title type='text'>Anything and everything</title><content type='html'>This computer is slightly temperamental. I dont get to blog as much as i want to cause it doesnt let me sign into blogger usually...wierd.&lt;br /&gt;_________________________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Im finally getting access to my 'uni fund'. Yesterday I deposited my dad's getting-into-uni cheque and im getting a keycard soon too. How awesome. My mum is quite accepting to the idea of me buying a new computer as a first buy with my bank account. Imagine, a 6th addition to our computer family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Laptop or desktop? Ive been using laptops for so long now that it feels wierd to not be able to watch DVDs or youtube whilst in bed. BUT then I kind of have a bad track record when it comes to laptops...I fried my sis' just before HSC cos i spilled water on it...then I took my mum's and once again spilled more water on it.&lt;br /&gt;_________________________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I haven't done much in the last few days. Its been relaxing.&lt;br /&gt;- Ive played tennis with Dancing Richard, Bernard and Remi&lt;br /&gt;- Got locked out of my house for 4hrs so I took the chance to walk to Roselands and back, then walked to Beverly Hills and took a train back, and walked half way to Penshurst before turning back in attempt to rescue my sanity.&lt;br /&gt;- I didn't go to my ballet chrstmas party cause my mum wouldn't drive me so that bummed me out. I sent a txt msg to my teacher but im wondering if she'd changed numbers or something =(&lt;br /&gt;- I went to our family friend's Taoist christmas party which I only go to catch up with friends. I met this person there too which was made a mockery of because apparently there's an inside joke concerning the person. Now i have to say, I will be on the joke next time =)&lt;br /&gt;- I don't get to go to my sis' friend's christmas party tonight either cause its at 9pm-3am but my sis is going to sleep over there.&lt;br /&gt;_________________________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's nearly Christmas. I don't even know what that means. It's a bit of a pointless occassion for me. We once bought a $1 Christmas tree from the post-Christmas sales. We piled that tree with trinklets and other shiny objects that year. That was exhilirating.&lt;br /&gt;_________________________________  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It seems to me that no one's going to USYD. It's funny, I started high school knowing no one too. But next year I'm not going to make the same mistake. At the beginning of year 7, I was much too eager to impress and to make 'perfect' friends. The ones that did want to be my friend, I rejected because I admit that I was a snob. I tried forcing my way into old primary school groups that made it quite clear that they wanted to keep their group strictly as it was. They treated me like crap and even to this day I remember it as clear as day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Connie was my rock during that entire time. Whenever it was too unbearable I would go to her and she would console me. Friend for life, that one. After too many weeks of rejection, I gave in and left the group as they had wanted. That was when I met Monique =). Another friend for life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No more grudges now. USYD's a new start. Everything right now is running as perfectly as I could imagine.&lt;br /&gt;_________________________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is a super post to make up for my days of absence.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5829987001202499246-3878583067997046904?l=bluesatinribbons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bluesatinribbons.blogspot.com/feeds/3878583067997046904/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5829987001202499246&amp;postID=3878583067997046904&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5829987001202499246/posts/default/3878583067997046904'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5829987001202499246/posts/default/3878583067997046904'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bluesatinribbons.blogspot.com/2008/12/anything-and-everything.html' title='Anything and everything'/><author><name>Mandaa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02853058684523248067</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_VhWnN6fgAoU/SGt6zZUwApI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Q-omggsimVM/S220/6x8300dpi.jpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5829987001202499246.post-1011129612285401734</id><published>2008-12-18T22:34:00.002+11:00</published><updated>2008-12-18T22:46:39.034+11:00</updated><title type='text'>Fish and Chips anyone?</title><content type='html'>Last night I couldnt sleep a wink. It couldve been because ive been sleeping at the strangest hours whether at dawn or at sunset.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like Tang, I'm not going to ask what marks anyone got and nor do I really need to know. With this, don't bother asking me either. What's important is that I've got my first UAC preference and is now deciding whether i really want to suffer 5yrs of engineering along with Architecture.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In other news, my hopes of ever owning my own dog has been revived! My sis gave me this crazy idea when she was discussing her plans of turning half our lounge into her new bedroom/lounge. If this plan runs, then i can have my own room and with this I can keep my dog in it whenever my mums at home. Ill install baby gates and all so my dog wouldnt feel isolated.&lt;br /&gt;HOWEVER, i told my mum of my plans and she told me a big fat 'NO' cause she doesnt trust me...with my track record i wouldnt either...BUT then she said, if you can take care of the house for the next 2yrs then yes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So now, New Years' Resolution for 2009 AND 2010 is that I will take care of this house and get that dog! My mum only made this deal cause she doesnt believe I can make it past a few months but lll show her MUAHAHAHA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is sad. I think every post ive published has some mention of a dog and if it wasnt written in words then I was probably thinking about it when i was typing.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5829987001202499246-1011129612285401734?l=bluesatinribbons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bluesatinribbons.blogspot.com/feeds/1011129612285401734/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5829987001202499246&amp;postID=1011129612285401734&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5829987001202499246/posts/default/1011129612285401734'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5829987001202499246/posts/default/1011129612285401734'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bluesatinribbons.blogspot.com/2008/12/fish-and-chips-anyone.html' title='Fish and Chips anyone?'/><author><name>Mandaa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02853058684523248067</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_VhWnN6fgAoU/SGt6zZUwApI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Q-omggsimVM/S220/6x8300dpi.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5829987001202499246.post-7000993694695332152</id><published>2008-12-16T23:18:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2008-12-17T03:10:06.740+11:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='HSC stress'/><title type='text'>WARNING* Incredibly Spiteful Post</title><content type='html'>Im terrified.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For the last how ever many weeks i have completely suppressed all my worries and stress related to our dreaded UAI. Every single time that topic was mentioned i would nonchalently wave it off and laugh about the whole fiasco.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But then tonight I went through the newly released HSC top 20 subject rankings. It was depressing. I regretted looking through the lists as soon as i'd gotten to F.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;French. I felt so guilty. I felt like we'd failed Ms Matkovich. Maybe it was our self assurance in aceing that subject that caused our downfall. Not a single state rank.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For the first time in 6yrs, I was ashamed to say i went to Syd G. I became a traitor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now as i write this, Im angry at myself for letting myself betray our school because of my competitiveness. Im still much too shocked at how amazingly well some other schools did. So shocked that im feeling incredibly spiteful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This post should be titled "WARNING* Incredibly Spiteful Post"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ive decided that tomorrow, im not going to check my marks for the indiv subjects. It'll drive me insane having to wait another 24hrs. If i did, i wouldve had to write another spiteful post which I really dont wish to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Congrats Jenny J [if you read this]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5829987001202499246-7000993694695332152?l=bluesatinribbons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bluesatinribbons.blogspot.com/feeds/7000993694695332152/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5829987001202499246&amp;postID=7000993694695332152&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5829987001202499246/posts/default/7000993694695332152'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5829987001202499246/posts/default/7000993694695332152'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bluesatinribbons.blogspot.com/2008/12/warning-incredibly-spiteful-post.html' title='WARNING* Incredibly Spiteful Post'/><author><name>Mandaa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02853058684523248067</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_VhWnN6fgAoU/SGt6zZUwApI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Q-omggsimVM/S220/6x8300dpi.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5829987001202499246.post-5057258599389115430</id><published>2008-12-13T18:50:00.002+11:00</published><updated>2008-12-13T19:39:38.741+11:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I hate technology. I don't understand how all those torrent things and downloading stuff works. I tried all day yesterday and in the end even my sis told me to "just don't bother downloading music, just give up". So I gave up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From now on I will be leaching songs off everyone else. And my phone has bluetooth!! You can bluetooth songs right? Amazing what you can do nowadays.&lt;br /&gt;____________________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Imagine if i had a dog right now. I could be spending these holidays quite happily at home playing with it. My cat on the other hand dissapears for days at a time so I barely get to see him much. My sis' turtle.....it just waddles around pointlessly. Our fish....fascinating....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My life serves no meaning right now. Everyday is pointless. I sleep at who knows what time [heading towards 4am], I wake up at midday and pull my laptop to the bed where I continue sitting there whilst chatting and surfing aimlessly. I think the last time i had a proper meal was weeks ago, back in Coffs. In fact, the other day, all i remember eating was alot of icecream with chocolate topping, slice of cake, and crepes with a lot of chocolate.&lt;br /&gt;___________________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel like cheesecake. 85degrees cheesecake would be nice.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5829987001202499246-5057258599389115430?l=bluesatinribbons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bluesatinribbons.blogspot.com/feeds/5057258599389115430/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5829987001202499246&amp;postID=5057258599389115430&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5829987001202499246/posts/default/5057258599389115430'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5829987001202499246/posts/default/5057258599389115430'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bluesatinribbons.blogspot.com/2008/12/i-hate-technology.html' title=''/><author><name>Mandaa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02853058684523248067</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_VhWnN6fgAoU/SGt6zZUwApI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Q-omggsimVM/S220/6x8300dpi.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5829987001202499246.post-8330382303221003032</id><published>2008-12-11T19:33:00.005+11:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T20:39:21.477+11:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='`'/><title type='text'>Twilight</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VhWnN6fgAoU/SUDd0zOSq6I/AAAAAAAAAPs/JjkLsRTencY/s1600-h/twilight.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278462662451309474" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 282px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VhWnN6fgAoU/SUDd0zOSq6I/AAAAAAAAAPs/JjkLsRTencY/s400/twilight.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I have officially been converted. So converted that i have in fact decided to give the books a go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I was very skeptical about one fictional character's ability to capture every girl's heart. But I was proven wrong when the cinema erupted into deafening sounds of screams and cries of joy as Edward Cullen took his first steps onto the screen.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Its mindblowing. I have found a fictional person that by far exeeds my Harry Potter related fetishes. But right now im doubting that this is going to be another one of my fanatical obsessions. It's nice to fantasise but Id rather keep in touch with reality for the time being. Knowing me, my obsessions usually stick around for years so I shant start something that'll probably drive me crazy for another couple of years.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5829987001202499246-8330382303221003032?l=bluesatinribbons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bluesatinribbons.blogspot.com/feeds/8330382303221003032/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5829987001202499246&amp;postID=8330382303221003032&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5829987001202499246/posts/default/8330382303221003032'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5829987001202499246/posts/default/8330382303221003032'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bluesatinribbons.blogspot.com/2008/12/twilight.html' title='Twilight'/><author><name>Mandaa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02853058684523248067</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_VhWnN6fgAoU/SGt6zZUwApI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Q-omggsimVM/S220/6x8300dpi.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VhWnN6fgAoU/SUDd0zOSq6I/AAAAAAAAAPs/JjkLsRTencY/s72-c/twilight.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5829987001202499246.post-3298142770525610158</id><published>2008-12-10T20:52:00.010+11:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T23:05:06.590+11:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Birthday'/><title type='text'>Im officially too OLD to buy a child ticket</title><content type='html'>Thanks heaps everybody. My 18th has got to be my best birthday ever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Most of the photos are on my sis' camera and since she told me to stay away from it, all ive got are these. Ill post my sis' ones later.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Singstar is the devil. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278115138303475810" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VhWnN6fgAoU/ST-hwO4wwGI/AAAAAAAAAOc/YVKB4Ixr_rE/s400/DSCN2177.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Dixon+Co have no homes. Clearly from Rose's and Sus' disinterest, it was time for them to find another home at 1am.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278130824876702338" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VhWnN6fgAoU/ST-wBT7QuoI/AAAAAAAAAPk/jb5gpaSTarY/s400/DSCN2178.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278115124521315666" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VhWnN6fgAoU/ST-hvbi1rVI/AAAAAAAAAOU/I0Fr0sxQpOk/s400/DSCN2176.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278117180680049394" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VhWnN6fgAoU/ST-jnHVSEvI/AAAAAAAAAO8/gllhQbrquvA/s400/DSCN2185.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Thanks everyone!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;And how will i ever be able to use this whiteboard?? I couldn't even bring myself to destroy yr11/12 exams, so as if i could wipe any of this off.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278115146828402914" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VhWnN6fgAoU/ST-hwupQ0OI/AAAAAAAAAOs/m4Js8c_5Jbg/s400/DSCN2192.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Im on Virgin now. How wierd. Apparently free calls+text Virgin-to-Virgin. So, WHO'S ON VIRGIN [probably 5% of the population) ?&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278115147748506882" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VhWnN6fgAoU/ST-hwyEofQI/AAAAAAAAAO0/Y62m7TZBnzI/s400/DSCN2194.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;No, im still not over it yet &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278121782377549282" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VhWnN6fgAoU/ST-ny9_djeI/AAAAAAAAAPM/U3lTAZyaaKY/s400/DSCN2189.JPG" border="0" /&gt;=).&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278121787755270146" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VhWnN6fgAoU/ST-nzSBnEAI/AAAAAAAAAPU/Kc0luKvnzs8/s400/DSCN2187.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Anyone know when my new phone is supposed to change to my old number? Right now i have to carry both phones with me. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;ALSO, where do i dl songs?? (Don't laugh, but I only know of limewire and i havent used that since beginning of last year.)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5829987001202499246-3298142770525610158?l=bluesatinribbons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bluesatinribbons.blogspot.com/feeds/3298142770525610158/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5829987001202499246&amp;postID=3298142770525610158&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5829987001202499246/posts/default/3298142770525610158'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5829987001202499246/posts/default/3298142770525610158'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bluesatinribbons.blogspot.com/2008/12/im-officially-too-old-to-buy-child.html' title='Im officially too OLD to buy a child ticket'/><author><name>Mandaa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02853058684523248067</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_VhWnN6fgAoU/SGt6zZUwApI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Q-omggsimVM/S220/6x8300dpi.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VhWnN6fgAoU/ST-hwO4wwGI/AAAAAAAAAOc/YVKB4Ixr_rE/s72-c/DSCN2177.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5829987001202499246.post-3598350135723451247</id><published>2008-12-04T23:57:00.011+11:00</published><updated>2008-12-05T03:48:02.765+11:00</updated><title type='text'>Childhood nostalgia</title><content type='html'>I can't believe i'm saying this but i wish this break was shorter. I'm already really bored and we've still got another 3 months to kill. If only we were going overseas, now that would be the ultimate post-hsc celebration. But as usual my mum has turned back on her words. She never keeps her promise, even when we were little she'd bribe us to do things like if we cleaned the car she'd take us somewhere fun. Liesssss.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;______________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I used to be so naive. When i was 8 or so, my mum would pay us 20cents to wash the dishes for a week. Talk about JIPPED! She only upgraded to $20/wk when i was 13 when she realised that no one's ever gonna wash the dishes with her pay rates.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nowadays I get a helluva lot more than that for doing nothing. So my mum has dropped the pay rate to nothing and now there's no more incentive to do housechores...except maybe to escape the evil glares from my mum...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;______________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe being naive was a good thing. With being naive there was a freedom. We used to have fun. We held Christmas parties where us kids would play in a jumping castle outside in the backyard whilst the adults danced under the lights inside the house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now everyone's too busy. We've locked ourselves inside a shell, blinded by our own lives. No one has the time to step out of their repetitive schedules and find out what life is really about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;______________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't want to live my life in a box. I want to taste the freedom that i used to feel as a kid. Maybe it's the way mankind is. We all grow to be greedy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish i could take back my selfishness, my greed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish for my 20cents/wk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Growing up is tough. It's suffocating.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275958411719318722" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 269px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VhWnN6fgAoU/STf4OORDnMI/AAAAAAAAAOM/PTeCgJLrunU/s400/Southern%2520Alps.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5829987001202499246-3598350135723451247?l=bluesatinribbons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bluesatinribbons.blogspot.com/feeds/3598350135723451247/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5829987001202499246&amp;postID=3598350135723451247&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5829987001202499246/posts/default/3598350135723451247'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5829987001202499246/posts/default/3598350135723451247'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bluesatinribbons.blogspot.com/2008/12/childhood-nostalgia.html' title='Childhood nostalgia'/><author><name>Mandaa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02853058684523248067</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_VhWnN6fgAoU/SGt6zZUwApI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Q-omggsimVM/S220/6x8300dpi.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VhWnN6fgAoU/STf4OORDnMI/AAAAAAAAAOM/PTeCgJLrunU/s72-c/Southern%2520Alps.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5829987001202499246.post-8543598923112365750</id><published>2008-12-02T15:36:00.004+11:00</published><updated>2008-12-02T16:06:47.115+11:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Wishlist'/><title type='text'>Wishlist</title><content type='html'>So I've been asked to do a wishlist.&lt;br /&gt;But sorry to say that my list isn't as specific as Tang's.&lt;br /&gt;The thing is, I don't really want or need anything. The things that I do want can't really be bought.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So here's my wishlist.&lt;br /&gt;- Something simple.&lt;br /&gt;- No need for extravagant things.&lt;br /&gt;- Perhaps a card I can hang on my wall.&lt;br /&gt;- Or just your presence will be lovely enough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course my list is bound to outrage some of my fellow peers so i'll put up an alternative wishlist.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alternative wishlist.&lt;br /&gt;- A whiteboard that i can hang up. (not those massive classroom ones....=)&lt;br /&gt;- A 2009 diary. Warning. Im extremely picky with diaries so more than likely I won't love it.&lt;br /&gt;- A pretty cushion.&lt;br /&gt;- A massive soft toy, one that my mum will go OMG at.&lt;br /&gt;- A nice and fat book on dogs.&lt;br /&gt;- Absolutely anything dog related.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MY ULTIMATE WISHLIST.&lt;br /&gt;- A PERMISSION FROM MY MUM TO GET A DOG.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyone who can fulful my ultimate wishlist: I will put up a shrine in the centre of my house dedicated to you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5829987001202499246-8543598923112365750?l=bluesatinribbons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bluesatinribbons.blogspot.com/feeds/8543598923112365750/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5829987001202499246&amp;postID=8543598923112365750&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5829987001202499246/posts/default/8543598923112365750'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5829987001202499246/posts/default/8543598923112365750'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bluesatinribbons.blogspot.com/2008/12/wishlist.html' title='Wishlist'/><author><name>Mandaa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02853058684523248067</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_VhWnN6fgAoU/SGt6zZUwApI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Q-omggsimVM/S220/6x8300dpi.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5829987001202499246.post-8319014395902671463</id><published>2008-11-30T18:11:00.001+11:00</published><updated>2009-03-08T18:47:33.579+11:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fun stuff'/><title type='text'>Roadtrip with peeps</title><content type='html'>Hope my friends noticed my absence from Jenny's bday/farewell meet-up but whilst you guys were chucking water bombs, I was on a road trip to middle of nowhere [ie, Berrima] with lots of our family friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;p&gt;We learnt several things on our journey to nowhere.&lt;br /&gt;.Never trust the GPS. They cant detect bridges and hence will continuously tell you to turn left on to the highway flowing 20metres above our heads. Sorry Navman, we can't fly.&lt;br /&gt;.Nor can the GPS detect barbed wires. Several times we were lead to bushland where it was the perfect setting for a horror/homicide movie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;The GPS wanted us to drive through this.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274350309437679378" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VhWnN6fgAoU/STJBqWcBJxI/AAAAAAAAAMs/gC-LpzN3xVw/s400/DSCN2146.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;To avoid our car getting stuck, troops [Lorraine + Yan] were instead sent out to explore the wilderness.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274350319683507842" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VhWnN6fgAoU/STJBq8m0FoI/AAAAAAAAAM0/oHgPKe5FT40/s400/DSCN2147.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Eventually we got to Zen Oasis and ate our buffet. I was too busy savouring the fact that we got to our destination to take photos.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Cool Lolly Shop.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274354446918712738" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VhWnN6fgAoU/STJFbLwXfaI/AAAAAAAAANM/T2RN2397Tm0/s400/DSCN2148.JPG" border="0" /&gt;This 10yr old had more cash than I did [since im broke]. She bought her own icecream as well as lollies for her friends.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274354464385276722" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VhWnN6fgAoU/STJFcM0uGzI/AAAAAAAAANk/X9vSnrOjmoQ/s400/DSCN2153.JPG" border="0" /&gt;My friend, Mr creepy swagman.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274354448264949954" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VhWnN6fgAoU/STJFbQxVcMI/AAAAAAAAANU/MY8fJ44mnRc/s400/DSCN2151.JPG" border="0" /&gt; On our trip back to Civilisation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Here is 1/9 videos i took in the car. Obviously my camera had loads of memory or we were just bored from the long ride.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Count the cows.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-f21d04ffbf8598d8" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v3.nonxt3.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Df21d04ffbf8598d8%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330354703%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D587B6AE856E2E87D29FADAFB915B13F95DBB8374.2FF15858483EC20B8BE0C66F329B06170892D7C6%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Df21d04ffbf8598d8%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3Dx4TT1eNIqu_wT6RO5aVC5gThkTo&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v3.nonxt3.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Df21d04ffbf8598d8%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330354703%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D587B6AE856E2E87D29FADAFB915B13F95DBB8374.2FF15858483EC20B8BE0C66F329B06170892D7C6%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Df21d04ffbf8598d8%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3Dx4TT1eNIqu_wT6RO5aVC5gThkTo&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Wow my voice sounds shockingly bad. If i could be bothered, id be hacking the audio on Soundforge and warping my voice into soothing sounds of Beethoven.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;These cows beat Coffs anyday *cough*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274354454773217986" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VhWnN6fgAoU/STJFbpBBusI/AAAAAAAAANc/v1XRug40GWc/s400/DSCN2154.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Nic + Me&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274356761480840210" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VhWnN6fgAoU/STJHh6K-xBI/AAAAAAAAANs/5hsCACD02oQ/s400/DSCN2170.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Evidence of all the trash we keep in our car....&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274356763866098834" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VhWnN6fgAoU/STJHiDDq7JI/AAAAAAAAAN0/EU2q4gHwiRE/s400/DSCN2172.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;=)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5829987001202499246-8319014395902671463?l=bluesatinribbons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=f21d04ffbf8598d8&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bluesatinribbons.blogspot.com/feeds/8319014395902671463/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5829987001202499246&amp;postID=8319014395902671463&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5829987001202499246/posts/default/8319014395902671463'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5829987001202499246/posts/default/8319014395902671463'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bluesatinribbons.blogspot.com/2008/11/roadtrip-with-peeps.html' title='Roadtrip with peeps'/><author><name>Mandaa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02853058684523248067</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_VhWnN6fgAoU/SGt6zZUwApI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Q-omggsimVM/S220/6x8300dpi.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VhWnN6fgAoU/STJBqWcBJxI/AAAAAAAAAMs/gC-LpzN3xVw/s72-c/DSCN2146.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5829987001202499246.post-4551240799924389914</id><published>2008-11-28T19:25:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2008-11-28T19:38:33.365+11:00</updated><title type='text'>Quick, she's coming back. Spread your legs!!</title><content type='html'>Aw you guys make me feel bad since this is most probably going to be another pathetic post. I would do a Coffs post too if I could remember any of it but i have a pretty shocking memory. So this is basically all i rememeber:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.The huge amounts of sunscreen I scabbed off from others on a daily basis.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.My aweful sunburn on day 2.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.The awesome job the cooks did for 4days and Danella on days 4, 5, and 6.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.UNDEAD. Enough said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.Im sick of sunrises.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.Dont feed Monique alcohol =D.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.Terry Lee's son LOL. Yes, he's worth mentioning.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.The mysterious dissapearance of the tennis balls.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.Karen's shameless luvos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.and lastly. The buffet that took 3days to digest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and oh yes, &lt;strong&gt;HAPPY 18th TANG&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5829987001202499246-4551240799924389914?l=bluesatinribbons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bluesatinribbons.blogspot.com/feeds/4551240799924389914/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5829987001202499246&amp;postID=4551240799924389914&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5829987001202499246/posts/default/4551240799924389914'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5829987001202499246/posts/default/4551240799924389914'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bluesatinribbons.blogspot.com/2008/11/quick-shes-coming-back-spread-your-legs.html' title='Quick, she&apos;s coming back. Spread your legs!!'/><author><name>Mandaa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02853058684523248067</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_VhWnN6fgAoU/SGt6zZUwApI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Q-omggsimVM/S220/6x8300dpi.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5829987001202499246.post-2194858387747257118</id><published>2008-11-27T12:42:00.001+11:00</published><updated>2008-11-28T01:20:30.044+11:00</updated><title type='text'>Coffs Photos</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="border-right: 2px solid #999999; border-bottom: 2px solid #999999; width: 1054px;"&gt;&lt;div style="border-right: 2px solid #666666; border-bottom: 2px solid #666666; margin-right: 1px;"&gt;&lt;div style="border: 1px solid #333333; margin-right: 1px; text-align: center; padding: 5px 10px 10px 10px; background-color: #FFFFFF;"&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 2px; text-align: left; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Photobucket Album&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://s373.photobucket.com/albums/oo176/mandaa-fied/schoolies%20at%20Coffs/"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i373.photobucket.com/albums/oo176/mandaa-fied/schoolies%20at%20Coffs/DSCN2066.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5829987001202499246-2194858387747257118?l=bluesatinribbons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bluesatinribbons.blogspot.com/feeds/2194858387747257118/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5829987001202499246&amp;postID=2194858387747257118&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5829987001202499246/posts/default/2194858387747257118'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5829987001202499246/posts/default/2194858387747257118'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bluesatinribbons.blogspot.com/2008/11/coffs-photos.html' title='Coffs Photos'/><author><name>Mandaa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02853058684523248067</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_VhWnN6fgAoU/SGt6zZUwApI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Q-omggsimVM/S220/6x8300dpi.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i373.photobucket.com/albums/oo176/mandaa-fied/schoolies%20at%20Coffs/th_DSCN2066.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5829987001202499246.post-4506175952375418315</id><published>2008-11-16T01:49:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2008-11-16T02:09:32.882+11:00</updated><title type='text'>Bowling fever</title><content type='html'>I realised that our gathering at JTs house didnt get us very far in terms of organising for Coffs. In those 4hrs we figured out our roles [ie, that me and monique are janitors but thats cool since we did come late], and that i get to sleep on the couch. You never know, I might fall in love with the couch and whoever wants to sit there will have to get past me first! I dont think we even got past day 2..&lt;br /&gt;_________________________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;News. ill post up the photos of the 3 fish that Haeran, me, Monique, and Jenny D managed to catch from jenny's super-fertile tank. Congrats to Haeran though, she was the one who caught them. When i got home there were 3 goldfish in the takeaway container right....and then when i checked on them before i went to bed...there were 4 new fish. They were super tiny, like tadpoles. But in the morning, there was only 1 tiny fish left..im speculating that the 3 bigger goldfish ate them or something....=S&lt;br /&gt;_________________________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I found my love for bowling. Wierd i know. My sisters and I went bowling with my sis' bf and his friends at Mascot till 1am. Yes. Crazy i know but bowling at 1am is actually extremely fun. We took 2 lanes, boys vs girls. We were really bad at it...I mean, i kept on getting the highest overall score in our team so thats got to say something. For a game, i betrayed my team and switched places with my sis' bf and for that moment, i got to experience the guys' world [right....].&lt;br /&gt;__________________________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;..i hope those 3+1 goldfish dont mind living in a takeaway container until i can get them a mini tank. I dont think theyll enjoy living in our fishtank with goldfish that are 10x their size.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5829987001202499246-4506175952375418315?l=bluesatinribbons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bluesatinribbons.blogspot.com/feeds/4506175952375418315/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5829987001202499246&amp;postID=4506175952375418315&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5829987001202499246/posts/default/4506175952375418315'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5829987001202499246/posts/default/4506175952375418315'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bluesatinribbons.blogspot.com/2008/11/bowling-fever.html' title='Bowling fever'/><author><name>Mandaa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02853058684523248067</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_VhWnN6fgAoU/SGt6zZUwApI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Q-omggsimVM/S220/6x8300dpi.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5829987001202499246.post-1503738100184749713</id><published>2008-11-12T20:38:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T12:34:30.957+11:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dance'/><title type='text'>Fall in love .with dance.</title><content type='html'>'Come to me' Kaitlynn Edgar lyrical solo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/qixh1GV52jA&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" 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src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_VhWnN6fgAoU/SGt6zZUwApI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Q-omggsimVM/S220/6x8300dpi.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5829987001202499246.post-3298140972138738659</id><published>2008-11-12T17:40:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2008-11-12T18:26:50.229+11:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Just another day'/><title type='text'>Life, money, sex</title><content type='html'>Today was one odd day. Ill start the story from yesterday when this lady kept calling me to organise something for next week and I wasnt that keen anymore on doing it. So, everytime she rang afterwards, I kind of ignored my phone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This morning, according to my sister I was talking on my mobile when i was in bed. The problem is that I have no memory of being on the phone whatsoever. Now, Im quite worried that perhaps it was that lady. Im also worried about my mental wellbeing. This actually happens to me quite often, as in talking without realising and turning off alarm clocks subconsciously.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did anyone call me this morning? Someone pleaseee say yes. I hope i didnt do anything stupid.&lt;br /&gt;___________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had a nice little day with Leanne today. She's has a pretty cool bob now and was wearing some grey contacts too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whilst waiting at the bus stop, a man decided to give me some life advice. I wasnt sure what to think of it. He told me about the importance of putting yourself first before others, the need to be assertive in society, the male species and their inability to ignore their biological need to reproduce, and the importance of knowing what you want in life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Funny thing is that i did believe in everything the bus stop man said. He seemed like he had been through a lot of hardships and is still battling through. I wish him and his daughter well.&lt;br /&gt;___________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Btw, is anyone planning to go back to school anytime soon? Im feeling rather lazy and need some motivation to get all my stuff done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and .Happy Birthday.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5829987001202499246-3298140972138738659?l=bluesatinribbons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bluesatinribbons.blogspot.com/feeds/3298140972138738659/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5829987001202499246&amp;postID=3298140972138738659&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5829987001202499246/posts/default/3298140972138738659'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5829987001202499246/posts/default/3298140972138738659'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bluesatinribbons.blogspot.com/2008/11/life-money-sex.html' title='Life, money, sex'/><author><name>Mandaa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02853058684523248067</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_VhWnN6fgAoU/SGt6zZUwApI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Q-omggsimVM/S220/6x8300dpi.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5829987001202499246.post-6262380219117485064</id><published>2008-11-10T20:03:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2008-11-10T21:20:04.019+11:00</updated><title type='text'>Formal jazz</title><content type='html'>I lied, this post has nothing to do with the formal, it was just a means of gaining some attention. Im not finding the formal that big of a deal so personally, Im quite amused with the amount of effort some people are going through. But then, Im probably one of those people who are going to be hitting themselves later when im trying to organise everything in the last minute.&lt;br /&gt;__________________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel so dissapointed with myself cos I didnt even know that some of my friends were going to be leaving for a very long time. I only found out about Colleen leaving for Melbourne a couple weeks ago, and Jenny's year in China on the other day!! Sometimes i wish that i was more attentative to what was happening around me. I mean, you could probably lead me through streets after streets to nowhere before I would even notice that Ive no idea where I am. I space out way too much i think.&lt;br /&gt;__________________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On another note, ive added Danella's new blog to my links =) To the rest of the m7-ers, its time to join the revolution.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Btw, due to the fact that im way too lazy to upload photos to make all this easier to read, ive just shoved in lines to separate it.&lt;br /&gt;__________________________&lt;br /&gt;I decided to celebrate my turning 18 by buying myself a lottery ticket on the day. Yes, pathetic i know, but its a better idea than the lady at the newsagency telling me to smoke and that if i didnt smoke, to buy a packet of cigarettes for someone who did.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5829987001202499246-6262380219117485064?l=bluesatinribbons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bluesatinribbons.blogspot.com/feeds/6262380219117485064/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5829987001202499246&amp;postID=6262380219117485064&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5829987001202499246/posts/default/6262380219117485064'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5829987001202499246/posts/default/6262380219117485064'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bluesatinribbons.blogspot.com/2008/11/formal-jazz.html' title='Formal jazz'/><author><name>Mandaa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02853058684523248067</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_VhWnN6fgAoU/SGt6zZUwApI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Q-omggsimVM/S220/6x8300dpi.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5829987001202499246.post-7835563702545890056</id><published>2008-11-07T19:42:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2008-11-07T20:05:34.715+11:00</updated><title type='text'>Eventful-ish day</title><content type='html'>.Thanks so much for the ride to school, it saved me from having to make multiple trips to school and from carrying tonnes of books.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I agree with Betty, how scary are juniors nowadays! WHY DO YOU NEED TO BUY HSC MATHS PAST PAPERS WHEN YOU'RE IN YR7,8?? I didn't even touch them until the 2wks before hsc. Im making it my cause to save our school from nerd overload by standing up against this travesdy and REFUSING to sell my books to anyone below yr10.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Im glad I got rid of basically all my books and got my clearance form signed (except the lame fees and my locker key.....). I really hope my locker key is somewhere in my house. I dont want to pay $$ to get the lock replaced.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tagging along with JT and Moey to Bondi was fun. What do you know, we were the contacts-trio! And much to Emily's dissapointment, I gave in and got a pair of Cheap Monday skinnies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On another note, congrats Emily! Now you can shout us unemployed ppl lunch! =D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5829987001202499246-7835563702545890056?l=bluesatinribbons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bluesatinribbons.blogspot.com/feeds/7835563702545890056/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5829987001202499246&amp;postID=7835563702545890056&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5829987001202499246/posts/default/7835563702545890056'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5829987001202499246/posts/default/7835563702545890056'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bluesatinribbons.blogspot.com/2008/11/eventful-ish-day.html' title='Eventful-ish day'/><author><name>Mandaa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02853058684523248067</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_VhWnN6fgAoU/SGt6zZUwApI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Q-omggsimVM/S220/6x8300dpi.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5829987001202499246.post-5907708742739699029</id><published>2008-11-06T18:51:00.001+11:00</published><updated>2008-11-06T19:13:42.210+11:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Post-HSC'/><title type='text'>See my awesomeness</title><content type='html'>I am done. It's finally over. After years of studying pointless things. I no longer have to care about polymerisation or esterification or imaginative journeys or theorists or conics or probability. But le francais shall live on forever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have completed 17 hours of exams, written 126 students numbers and 126 centre numbers, have totalled appx 150hrs at State library, and spent $250 on lunch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I am a bum. My brain is well in the process of rotting. Maybe i'll engage in some sudoku during my months' break.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ive already done some window shopping with sus today after my chem exam. We had some lunch and visited lots of shoe stores. Im thinking of chunky black heels now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5829987001202499246-5907708742739699029?l=bluesatinribbons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bluesatinribbons.blogspot.com/feeds/5907708742739699029/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5829987001202499246&amp;postID=5907708742739699029&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5829987001202499246/posts/default/5907708742739699029'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5829987001202499246/posts/default/5907708742739699029'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bluesatinribbons.blogspot.com/2008/11/see-my-awesomeness.html' title='See my awesomeness'/><author><name>Mandaa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02853058684523248067</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_VhWnN6fgAoU/SGt6zZUwApI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Q-omggsimVM/S220/6x8300dpi.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5829987001202499246.post-4220256213564901037</id><published>2008-11-03T21:53:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2008-11-03T22:01:39.620+11:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Confession'/><title type='text'>Confession one</title><content type='html'>In term 4, our first term of yr 12, every thursday night was like a hectic race. I was always cramming in the last minute to do my 5hrs worth of Dr Du homework as well as write my french writing pieces. Once, I was so stressed out that I just wrote my entire french writing in english and translated it on Babelfish.altavista.com.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ms Matkovich gave me a 13/15. Good Job Babelfish.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5829987001202499246-4220256213564901037?l=bluesatinribbons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bluesatinribbons.blogspot.com/feeds/4220256213564901037/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5829987001202499246&amp;postID=4220256213564901037&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5829987001202499246/posts/default/4220256213564901037'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5829987001202499246/posts/default/4220256213564901037'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bluesatinribbons.blogspot.com/2008/11/confession-one.html' title='Confession one'/><author><name>Mandaa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02853058684523248067</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_VhWnN6fgAoU/SGt6zZUwApI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Q-omggsimVM/S220/6x8300dpi.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5829987001202499246.post-6051800301599781525</id><published>2008-11-03T21:01:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2008-11-03T21:52:41.290+11:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Just another day'/><title type='text'>Is it over yet?</title><content type='html'>I checked out the Mitchell Wing in State today and its pretty awesome. I wish id found it earlier cos its like The Library in one of the Dr Who episodes except a smaller version. Im sure you guys all know what im talking about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On another note, Goodbye David Tennant!!! I will be rewatching him through the christmas holidays (can I emily? Maybe ill come hoboing at ur place again).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aujourd'hui j'essaie a ecrire en francais et il etait mal. Peut-etre parce que j'ai rambled on pour trois pages autour des circles.&lt;br /&gt;*I dont have a dictionary next to me and no, Im too lazy to even use babelfish.altavista).&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5829987001202499246-6051800301599781525?l=bluesatinribbons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bluesatinribbons.blogspot.com/feeds/6051800301599781525/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5829987001202499246&amp;postID=6051800301599781525&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5829987001202499246/posts/default/6051800301599781525'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5829987001202499246/posts/default/6051800301599781525'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bluesatinribbons.blogspot.com/2008/11/is-it-over-yet.html' title='Is it over yet?'/><author><name>Mandaa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02853058684523248067</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_VhWnN6fgAoU/SGt6zZUwApI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Q-omggsimVM/S220/6x8300dpi.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5829987001202499246.post-1975928543005847178</id><published>2008-11-01T19:52:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2008-11-01T21:27:02.945+11:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Procrastination'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Rubbish'/><title type='text'>I cant handle chem right now</title><content type='html'>I took this off one of the early entries of despetitstrucs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Starting Time: 8.01pm&lt;br /&gt;Name: amanda&lt;br /&gt;Sisters: two&lt;br /&gt;Brothers: nope and thankful for that&lt;br /&gt;Eye Color: Dark brown as u'd expect from a full asian&lt;br /&gt;Shoe size: 7&lt;br /&gt;Height: um i think ive shrunk. 165/6&lt;br /&gt;What are you wearing right now: jeans, lame 'Girls Rock' shirt.&lt;br /&gt;Where do you live: southie&lt;br /&gt;Favorite Number: um..7..maybe 8..or 27&lt;br /&gt;Bday?: 9 dec&lt;br /&gt;Favorite Boys Name: Draco (hahahha i had to say that)&lt;br /&gt;Favorite Girls Name: Theodore, Aurelie&lt;br /&gt;Favorite Drink: Hot chocolate, iced chocolate, Archers peach+something, Midori w/ sprite&lt;br /&gt;Favorite Month: December =) Three guesses why&lt;br /&gt;Favorite Breakfast: Honey or Jam on toast&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever ...&lt;br /&gt;Bungee jumped: nah&lt;br /&gt;Made yourself throw-up?: .........&lt;br /&gt;Loved someone so much it made you cry?: I suppose so in a metaphorical sort of way.&lt;br /&gt;Broken a bone: yeh&lt;br /&gt;Played Truth or Dare: Of course, best game ever.&lt;br /&gt;Been in a police car: No, not sure its a good thing that i want to.&lt;br /&gt;Been on a plane: yep&lt;br /&gt;Came close to dying: dozens of times. Everytime I j-walk, its a risk.&lt;br /&gt;Been in a sauna: yep&lt;br /&gt;Been in a hot tub: yep, just as awesome as the one above&lt;br /&gt;Swam in the ocean: yep&lt;br /&gt;Fallen asleep in school: ...like everyday in english with Ordell&lt;br /&gt;Broken someone's heart: I hope not&lt;br /&gt;Cried when someone died: well who doesnt&lt;br /&gt;Cried in school: Lets never mention it again.&lt;br /&gt;Fell off your chair: LOL YES!&lt;br /&gt;Sat by the phone all night waiting for someone to call? Maybe someday in the future, waiting for a potential employer to call.&lt;br /&gt;Saved AIM conversation: yes =D only for future blackmail purposes&lt;br /&gt;Saved e-mails: ....hotmail does that for me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is ...&lt;br /&gt;Your room like: dreadful&lt;br /&gt;Whats right beside you: the fridge&lt;br /&gt;What is the last thing you ate: takeaway&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ever had ...&lt;br /&gt;Chicken pox: yeh&lt;br /&gt;Sore throat: yeh..&lt;br /&gt;Stitches: nope&lt;br /&gt;Broken nose: nup&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you ...&lt;br /&gt;Like picnics: yess but only if its with friends or family&lt;br /&gt;Like school: yeh sometimes, ill admit that.&lt;br /&gt;Like anything: I like lots of things&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;More questions ...&lt;br /&gt;Who was the last person you called: Emily i think&lt;br /&gt;Who was the last person you slow danced with: Ive never slow danced in my life, but i have danced with friends or solo=D&lt;br /&gt;Who makes you smile: All my friends &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;Who did you last yell at: my sis to turn down the tv&lt;br /&gt;Do you like filling these out: Sure, why not?&lt;br /&gt;Do you wear contact lenses or glasses: both&lt;br /&gt;Do you like yourself: I love myself. Insert sarcasm in there somewhere&lt;br /&gt;What are you listening to right now? the sounds of 'The Interpretor' on tv&lt;br /&gt;Hate someone in your family? Never hate.&lt;br /&gt;What car do you wish to have? Achievable one is VW Eos.&lt;br /&gt;Where do you want to get married? I dont know. Somewhere nice.&lt;br /&gt;Good driver: ...havent touched the brakes or the accelerators as of yet...&lt;br /&gt;Good singer: err no&lt;br /&gt;Diamond or pearl: Diamonds over pearls but theyre both nice&lt;br /&gt;Are you oldest child: No =D and loving it&lt;br /&gt;Indoors or outdoors: Both, depends&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, did you ...&lt;br /&gt;Buy something: nope&lt;br /&gt;Get sick: nope&lt;br /&gt;Sing: nope&lt;br /&gt;Talked to an ex: nope&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last person who ...&lt;br /&gt;Was in your bed: meee&lt;br /&gt;Saw you cry?: euh like everyone.&lt;br /&gt;Made you cry?: no need to say really&lt;br /&gt;you went to the mall with: whats a mall? haha went with emily i believe&lt;br /&gt;Ever been in a fight with your pet?: with my cat? turtle? goldfish? or the random cockroach i just saw?&lt;br /&gt;Been to California: nope&lt;br /&gt;Been to Mexico: nope&lt;br /&gt;Been to Canada: nope&lt;br /&gt;Been to Africa: nope&lt;br /&gt;What books are you reading right now: I dont read. Everyone knows that.&lt;br /&gt;Best feeling in the world: Doing nothing, being out with friends, getting something pretty, realising i love life, spontaneous things that come up&lt;br /&gt;Future kids names: See names somewhere above&lt;br /&gt;Do you sleep with a stuffed animal: yeh..theyve been there for years, itll be wrong to move them now&lt;br /&gt;What's under your bed: I dont want to know&lt;br /&gt;Favorite sport to watch: Gymnastics? Is dancing a sport?&lt;br /&gt;Favorite location?: Outdoors, park, Darling Harbour, my hometown, random places im taken to.&lt;br /&gt;Piercing/Tattoos: two on both ears and im stopping there (Im not as rebellious as JT =D)&lt;br /&gt;What are you most afraid of right now?: Failing expectations&lt;br /&gt;Who do you really hate?: I dont hate haha. I love.&lt;br /&gt;Do you have a job: I WISH. hmph.&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever liked someone you didn't have a chance with?: ahhh yah but who doesnt&lt;br /&gt;Are you lonely right now: I have you, my beloved internet.&lt;br /&gt;Song that's stuck in your head right now?: not atm&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever played strip poker?: no..&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever gotten beat up?: nope, who would beat up a poor weak girl like me?&lt;br /&gt;What's the first thing you notice about the opposite sex?: um.. body language..eyes.. smile.. personality?&lt;br /&gt;Your Favorite Food: Everything edible basically. No avacado, chilly, butter, overly greasy stuff&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever cried for no reason?: Theres always a reason&lt;br /&gt;Hugs or kisses?: both =P&lt;br /&gt;Butter, Plain or Salted popcorn: salted&lt;br /&gt;Do you like to travel by plane as opposed to car?: If its overseas, ill stick to plane.&lt;br /&gt;How many pillows do you sleep with?: One but i want a new one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time Finished: 8.45pm&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5829987001202499246-1975928543005847178?l=bluesatinribbons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bluesatinribbons.blogspot.com/feeds/1975928543005847178/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5829987001202499246&amp;postID=1975928543005847178&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5829987001202499246/posts/default/1975928543005847178'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5829987001202499246/posts/default/1975928543005847178'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bluesatinribbons.blogspot.com/2008/11/i-cant-handle-chem-right-now.html' title='I cant handle chem right now'/><author><name>Mandaa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02853058684523248067</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_VhWnN6fgAoU/SGt6zZUwApI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Q-omggsimVM/S220/6x8300dpi.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5829987001202499246.post-769367843497540108</id><published>2008-10-31T19:52:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2008-10-31T20:40:11.717+11:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Procrastination'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Post-HSC'/><title type='text'>Fascination for the limitless possibilities</title><content type='html'>Looking for a job. I'm not too picky. Just not anything fastfood related.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been thinking up names for my future dog (in my dreams anyway). If it's black it'll be called Chocolate Sundae and if it's white it'll be Vanilla. I'm not that into Vanilla though so that might change... Someone think me up more possible names. My sis laughed at me when i told her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have a feeling that my holiday's going to be really boring. I mean after Coffs there's going to be nothing to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Things to do:&lt;br /&gt;- Take family to Lindts cafe, and Norita AFTER i--&gt;next point&lt;br /&gt;- GET A JOB&lt;br /&gt;- Stay over at friends' places =D&lt;br /&gt;- BEACH&lt;br /&gt;- Go to the semi-annual gathering at Sizzlers with family friends&lt;br /&gt;- Check out what UAI uac or whatever decides to give me&lt;br /&gt;- Get into engineering/archi at usyd&lt;br /&gt;- Swimming&lt;br /&gt;- Go Goldcoast or Melbourne depending what family wants&lt;br /&gt;- Clean my room &lt;--thats a must&lt;br /&gt;- Clear the dining table of my HSC mess &lt;--another must&lt;br /&gt;- Make 'Sell' and 'Burn' piles of my stuff&lt;br /&gt;- Give my kittykat a much needed pampering session&lt;br /&gt;- Beg and beg and beg my mum for a dog or at least find out if i'll be 30 before i can get one.&lt;br /&gt;- Buy a goldfish to add to our fishtank and name it Goldie&lt;br /&gt;- Learn more songs on guitar&lt;br /&gt;- Rearrange all the furniture in my room. ie, redecorate.&lt;br /&gt;- Dye my hair purple for a week. (those temporary ones)&lt;br /&gt;- Somehow find a quidditch set. Or a broomstick. Or a Slytherin cloak. Or a model of Hogwarts.&lt;br /&gt;- Buy 5th Harry Potter DVD and finish my collection.&lt;br /&gt;- Have a Harry Potter marathon&lt;br /&gt;- Everyone can come to my place and we can have a slumber party! (random spontaneous thought)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.thats it for now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5829987001202499246-769367843497540108?l=bluesatinribbons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bluesatinribbons.blogspot.com/feeds/769367843497540108/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5829987001202499246&amp;postID=769367843497540108&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5829987001202499246/posts/default/769367843497540108'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5829987001202499246/posts/default/769367843497540108'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bluesatinribbons.blogspot.com/2008/10/fascination-for-impossible.html' title='Fascination for the limitless possibilities'/><author><name>Mandaa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02853058684523248067</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_VhWnN6fgAoU/SGt6zZUwApI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Q-omggsimVM/S220/6x8300dpi.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5829987001202499246.post-4427823419504420716</id><published>2008-10-30T14:34:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2008-10-29T21:45:50.671+11:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Procrastination'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Rubbish'/><title type='text'>"All you do is eat and play. Don't you have exams?"</title><content type='html'>-My mum just said that to me. I lolled.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Come on ppl, blog more. My life is pretty sad, half my time online is spent flicking through your blogs and hoping that there would be a miraculous update inbetween the flicking. Other than that, its facebook.....And if not facebook then im googling random things like agnosticism and conjunctivitis...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On another point, I must remind myself to set my alarm clocks to ring half an hour inbetween one another. This morning i had the biggest heart attack of my life. I planned to wake up at 6am but I half slept through the alarms and woke up 2hrs and 20min later. Thats right, 8.20AM. The 3U HSC EXAM was supposed to be starting at 9.25AM! I'd never swore so much in my life. I shoved my uniform on and was out the door in 5minutes. I made it and got a good lesson out of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love my Arnott's Vita-weat crispbread, so don't groan about them suz. They're really addictive. Today at State, as Moey and Jenny would know, i went out to the lockers twice just to shove more into my mouth. I remember on tuesday, i left them at home and whilst craving for them during my 'study', i found out that they weren't in my bag. Biggest dissapointment ever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lame Nietzche and Barthe. I don't really care about them. Hence, my english extension prep for tomorrow is non-existent at the moment.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5829987001202499246-4427823419504420716?l=bluesatinribbons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bluesatinribbons.blogspot.com/feeds/4427823419504420716/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5829987001202499246&amp;postID=4427823419504420716&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5829987001202499246/posts/default/4427823419504420716'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5829987001202499246/posts/default/4427823419504420716'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bluesatinribbons.blogspot.com/2008/10/all-you-do-is-eat-and-play-dont-you.html' title='&quot;All you do is eat and play. Don&apos;t you have exams?&quot;'/><author><name>Mandaa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02853058684523248067</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_VhWnN6fgAoU/SGt6zZUwApI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Q-omggsimVM/S220/6x8300dpi.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5829987001202499246.post-4866975036262924708</id><published>2008-10-29T19:46:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2008-10-29T20:48:23.773+11:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fun stuff'/><title type='text'>HahAH</title><content type='html'>Of all the random messages i've gotten, this one cracked me up. I shant name and shame this person but LOL man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;K*** *** sent you a message on Facebook...‏&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--------------------&lt;br /&gt;Subject: hey!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;your hair looks kinda good... is it dyed or..... is it natural?.... and i noticed you seem mature as well.... are you almost ...23 years by any chance? o.O&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;K***&lt;br /&gt;--------------------&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5829987001202499246-4866975036262924708?l=bluesatinribbons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bluesatinribbons.blogspot.com/feeds/4866975036262924708/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5829987001202499246&amp;postID=4866975036262924708&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5829987001202499246/posts/default/4866975036262924708'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5829987001202499246/posts/default/4866975036262924708'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bluesatinribbons.blogspot.com/2008/10/hahah.html' title='HahAH'/><author><name>Mandaa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02853058684523248067</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_VhWnN6fgAoU/SGt6zZUwApI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Q-omggsimVM/S220/6x8300dpi.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5829987001202499246.post-2715493735314398651</id><published>2008-10-27T20:29:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2008-10-27T21:00:57.651+11:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Just another day'/><title type='text'>Another daily post</title><content type='html'>Lets never speak of the infamous 3hr exam this morning and jump straight into 12.30pm where me, Colleen, Moey, and Tanya went off to lunch at this little dumpling place by Chinatown. It was really nice despite the hot, stuffy weather.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just have to make a point that I always eat as much as I want to, no matter WHO i'm in company with! You guys are shameless. But of course, no one's going to take my word for it so i'm just going to stick my tongue out at you guys xP&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We stopped by Colleen's place so that she could grab her stuff before we headed off to State. I was tired as demonstrated by my 10min breaks of sleep every 30min. But I made a deal with myself to finish one paper before i would let myself go home. Finally, we packed and left at 6.30.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't believe that my house is as hot as outside. It was shocking when I came home. I expected the usual cool haven but instead was welcomed to a heat wave. Gross.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and i found out that both my old ballet friends, Sophie and Jess, did their Intermediate exam just last week! Now i'm going to feel highly incompetent when I go back to classes next year but hopefully I'll be rejoining with my fellow hsc-is-too-hectic ballet drop-out friend. =)&lt;br /&gt;I was doing some random footwork oneday and my mum was like 'oh, you still remember how to dance?'.......Firstly, i wasn't dancing. Secondly, it's hard to forget something that you've done for 8years. It's not like I'm writing chinese, cos that i can honestly say I have forgotten most of eventhough i did it throughout my whole childhood.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5829987001202499246-2715493735314398651?l=bluesatinribbons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bluesatinribbons.blogspot.com/feeds/2715493735314398651/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5829987001202499246&amp;postID=2715493735314398651&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5829987001202499246/posts/default/2715493735314398651'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5829987001202499246/posts/default/2715493735314398651'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bluesatinribbons.blogspot.com/2008/10/another-daily-post.html' title='Another daily post'/><author><name>Mandaa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02853058684523248067</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_VhWnN6fgAoU/SGt6zZUwApI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Q-omggsimVM/S220/6x8300dpi.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5829987001202499246.post-6720067139354751307</id><published>2008-10-23T00:12:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2008-10-23T01:42:35.201+11:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fun stuff'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Procrastination'/><title type='text'>The persistance of Memory</title><content type='html'>So I was looking up on the 3D Max program and I came across a French artist, Florian Delarque, who incorporates 3D rendering and photoshopping to create amazing works like this one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'The Skull The violin player' 2004&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VhWnN6fgAoU/SP8m3zItqNI/AAAAAAAAAME/ciphG8lJ2Fo/s1600-h/skull-violin-player-3D-max-photoshop-732354.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5259965629853444306" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VhWnN6fgAoU/SP8m3zItqNI/AAAAAAAAAME/ciphG8lJ2Fo/s400/skull-violin-player-3D-max-photoshop-732354.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; It took me a little time to reflect on the purpose of his work which he said '..With Skull, I wanted to create a sweet character. Skull plays violin and he loves it...and he loves to share his passion for music with other..'&lt;br /&gt;In my opinion, your first impression of a work is alway what counts the most. So when I read this I thought, oh no, has Florian failed as an artist to communicate his objective for this piece? But then I closed my eyes and saw the artwork again. This time, my perspective changed entirely. I saw a whimsicle creature, behind the darkness there was a facial expressiveness that was intense but gentle. Very contradictory but very intriguing work nonetheless.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I'll teach myself how to use 3D max in the holidays. Imagine all the possiblities or the IMpossibilities, if you get me =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Some more 3D Max &lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5259980176115287042" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VhWnN6fgAoU/SP80GgLyxAI/AAAAAAAAAMM/cGHLkVKRxvY/s400/ClayRender01.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5259980186663401618" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VhWnN6fgAoU/SP80HHeqOJI/AAAAAAAAAMU/SS7EhVHhgYU/s400/img_223.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I Love this one. You guys can probably tell that I think without doubt that surrealists like Salvador Dali and Post Modernists like Frank Gehry should rule the world. (Im VERY aware that Dali is long gone from our world..=( )&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5259980188349515346" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VhWnN6fgAoU/SP80HNwqRlI/AAAAAAAAAMc/Mh7lf6L8BRY/s400/spiderweb3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Now, it might or might not be a shock to you to know that Salvador Dali is my favourite artist. Usually 'favourite' would not be the appropriate word to use since it seems so biased but its 1.25am, and I can't think of a better word to use. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;'The Persistence of Memory" 1931&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Impressively appropriate title for this painting. I have to use this word again, but the artwork you see below this, is by far my most favourite work there is out there. Well, at least until I find another one although this one is hard to beat since i've been taken by 'The Persistance of Memory' since i first came across it in yr9. &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5259986066242263074" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VhWnN6fgAoU/SP85dWnf2CI/AAAAAAAAAMk/eHLlEhEaaGA/s400/persistence.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5829987001202499246-6720067139354751307?l=bluesatinribbons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bluesatinribbons.blogspot.com/feeds/6720067139354751307/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5829987001202499246&amp;postID=6720067139354751307&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5829987001202499246/posts/default/6720067139354751307'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5829987001202499246/posts/default/6720067139354751307'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bluesatinribbons.blogspot.com/2008/10/so-i-was-looking-up-on-3d-max-program.html' title='The persistance of Memory'/><author><name>Mandaa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02853058684523248067</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_VhWnN6fgAoU/SGt6zZUwApI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Q-omggsimVM/S220/6x8300dpi.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VhWnN6fgAoU/SP8m3zItqNI/AAAAAAAAAME/ciphG8lJ2Fo/s72-c/skull-violin-player-3D-max-photoshop-732354.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5829987001202499246.post-813971742746536489</id><published>2008-10-21T23:32:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2008-10-21T23:51:58.194+11:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Rubbish'/><title type='text'>My finger friend. tap tap tap</title><content type='html'>An update on Pip. I think he's grown. I THINK.&lt;br /&gt;But he's definately lost some of the greeness&lt;br /&gt;I shall take a photo in a weeks time or so and you guys can be the judge.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel lost. Lost in my world. My world of possiblities, that being the endless imaginary scenarios that pop up in my head. It's why i need a job. Hopefully a job will give me a good kick into reality.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And i think my titles are beginning to really lack creativity too.&lt;br /&gt;I think this post is lacking in everything anyway so oh well.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5829987001202499246-813971742746536489?l=bluesatinribbons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bluesatinribbons.blogspot.com/feeds/813971742746536489/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5829987001202499246&amp;postID=813971742746536489&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5829987001202499246/posts/default/813971742746536489'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5829987001202499246/posts/default/813971742746536489'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bluesatinribbons.blogspot.com/2008/10/update-on-pip.html' title='My finger friend. tap tap tap'/><author><name>Mandaa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02853058684523248067</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_VhWnN6fgAoU/SGt6zZUwApI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Q-omggsimVM/S220/6x8300dpi.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5829987001202499246.post-5746040473848674476</id><published>2008-10-20T22:21:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2008-10-20T23:04:37.886+11:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Just another day'/><title type='text'>Monday, 20 October 2008</title><content type='html'>English OVER for the rest of my life! I'm not going to bother counting extension since I dont plan on even looking at that till the night before, after 3u maths.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the dreaded paper 2 exam today, since you guys all decided to skip going out to lunch, I had to go out to pitt st mall by myself to grab something to eat. Usually eating by yourself in a foodcourt is fairly normal but somehow when you're sitting a table behind a dozen other yr12 girls wearing the same uniform as you, it seems a tad sad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had a little retail therapy but I gave myself a time limit of one hour before hopping to State [I didnt actually hop...I wasn't that excited]. I managed to do a 4u past paper in 5hrs, keeping in mind that it's a 3hr paper and i didnt even attempt questions 7 and 8.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I left considerably early at 6 cos I was getting bored. At the station I bumped into my fellow ballet friend, Cherie! I hadn't seen her since beginning of the year in term 1 and it feels like she's all grown up now, going to uni and working heaps. It was pretty awesome being able to catch up. Turns out that Sophie [yr10 sghs girl in fact] did her Intermediate exam! Wooh! Reminder: Bug her on msn about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS. I can play most of Eric Clapton's Tears in Heaven on guitar now. I relearnt it yesterday instead of studying&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5829987001202499246-5746040473848674476?l=bluesatinribbons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bluesatinribbons.blogspot.com/feeds/5746040473848674476/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5829987001202499246&amp;postID=5746040473848674476&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5829987001202499246/posts/default/5746040473848674476'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5829987001202499246/posts/default/5746040473848674476'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bluesatinribbons.blogspot.com/2008/10/monday-20-october-2008.html' title='Monday, 20 October 2008'/><author><name>Mandaa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02853058684523248067</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_VhWnN6fgAoU/SGt6zZUwApI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Q-omggsimVM/S220/6x8300dpi.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5829987001202499246.post-4848007168796745502</id><published>2008-10-20T02:41:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2008-10-19T15:23:57.617+11:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Procrastination'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='HSC stress'/><title type='text'>Unprepared, unmemoried, the power of UN.</title><content type='html'>Day before English Paper 2 exam and I'm sitting at my sister's computer blogging. This is how I am going to ace my HSC.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I plan to sleep at 10, taking an hour off for a good shower and eating, I calculated that I have 6 hours to memorise my history+memory and Ros+Guil/Hamlet essay, and figure out what on earth I'm going to write for SKIN.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To think a year ago I thought at this time now I would be super prepared and wouldve had done at leat 10 practices. But the reality is that I like the adrenaline rush of knowing that I am running out of time and all I can do is cram. The number of practices I've done to prepare for tomorrow? (answer: 0)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5829987001202499246-4848007168796745502?l=bluesatinribbons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bluesatinribbons.blogspot.com/feeds/4848007168796745502/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5829987001202499246&amp;postID=4848007168796745502&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5829987001202499246/posts/default/4848007168796745502'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5829987001202499246/posts/default/4848007168796745502'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bluesatinribbons.blogspot.com/2008/10/unprepared-unmemoried-power-of-un.html' title='Unprepared, unmemoried, the power of UN.'/><author><name>Mandaa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02853058684523248067</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_VhWnN6fgAoU/SGt6zZUwApI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Q-omggsimVM/S220/6x8300dpi.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5829987001202499246.post-6363016460389355134</id><published>2008-10-15T22:22:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2008-10-15T23:00:17.359+11:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Just another day'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Procrastination'/><title type='text'>Woo0p Hsc is AWESOME</title><content type='html'>Yesterday I skipped going on my planned trip to uts library and ditched Bernard cos it was raining and looking too gloomy. Instead, i stayed at home and bludged all day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I forced myself out of bed by threatening myself with messages of abuse and got to State at 10.30. I ate crepes at centrepoint foodcourt with Bernard and Richard. I think today i was slightly productive...just slightly cos i got one practice journey essay done..in 1.5hrs..and learnt most binomials (yes, i'm still extremely behind). Bernard tried to teach me those harder proofing binomial questions. It ended with a very public debate between him and Richard concerning their different methods to solving the question which moved onto a competition of who got better in which exam and who's got a better overal ranking etcetc. They made peace eventually but they were both so stubborn. It was hilarious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We left at 6.30 and Richard ditched our dinner plans and went home. Me and Bernard ended up walking up and down and around townhall to find a cheap place to eat. Finally, after alot of deliberation we went to a Korean BBQ restaurant opposite Fujiya. It was pretty fun but i've officially nearly spent $100 on food in 2days. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got home at 9.40 and happily got picked up. Tomorrow i'm leaving at 5 and having a good night sleep before my SECOND HSC EXAM! (my french speaking in August counted as first)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah darn Ben, he just suggested beaching after hsc and now my minds distracted by the imaginary sounds of waves..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5829987001202499246-6363016460389355134?l=bluesatinribbons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bluesatinribbons.blogspot.com/feeds/6363016460389355134/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5829987001202499246&amp;postID=6363016460389355134&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5829987001202499246/posts/default/6363016460389355134'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5829987001202499246/posts/default/6363016460389355134'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bluesatinribbons.blogspot.com/2008/10/woo0p-hsc-is-awesome.html' title='Woo0p Hsc is AWESOME'/><author><name>Mandaa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02853058684523248067</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_VhWnN6fgAoU/SGt6zZUwApI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Q-omggsimVM/S220/6x8300dpi.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5829987001202499246.post-5522988575930364722</id><published>2008-10-14T01:15:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2008-10-14T01:37:39.084+11:00</updated><title type='text'>Dream/Nightmare</title><content type='html'>omg i forgot to mention why i woke up late this morning. An hour before I got out of bed, I had a terribly scary dream, aka nightmare.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What happened was that I was opening the front door to my house and right there was a man standing with an axe in his hand. There was struggle and I managed to slam the door close. Afterwards, basically my sisters and I were running through out backyard trying to escape from the various men lurking around our house. In the end (yes, there was an ending to this dream), somehow they all got killed/knocked out and we were left exhausted in our neighbour's front yard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After this dream, I missed my train cos I spent a good 20min being scared of opening my front door. I ended up checking through my windows and saw my nextdoor neighbour in her yard so i thought to myself, if there was a strange man holding an axe standing in front of my door, she wouldve noticed (but then, my sis brought up the point that she couldve been being threatened and blackmailed). Anyway, I got over it after I managed to get out of my house.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5829987001202499246-5522988575930364722?l=bluesatinribbons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bluesatinribbons.blogspot.com/feeds/5522988575930364722/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5829987001202499246&amp;postID=5522988575930364722&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5829987001202499246/posts/default/5522988575930364722'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5829987001202499246/posts/default/5522988575930364722'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bluesatinribbons.blogspot.com/2008/10/dreamnightmare.html' title='Dream/Nightmare'/><author><name>Mandaa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02853058684523248067</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_VhWnN6fgAoU/SGt6zZUwApI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Q-omggsimVM/S220/6x8300dpi.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5829987001202499246.post-7973650182721225932</id><published>2008-10-14T00:57:00.001+11:00</published><updated>2008-10-14T01:04:33.853+11:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>HAPPY 18th BIRTHDAY EMILY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*3 Cheers for the coolest girl around***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Emily: Hope you enjoyed all your early birthday wishes. They're only warm ups to the real thing.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5829987001202499246-7973650182721225932?l=bluesatinribbons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bluesatinribbons.blogspot.com/feeds/7973650182721225932/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5829987001202499246&amp;postID=7973650182721225932&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5829987001202499246/posts/default/7973650182721225932'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5829987001202499246/posts/default/7973650182721225932'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bluesatinribbons.blogspot.com/2008/10/happy-18th-birthday-emily-3-cheers-for.html' title=''/><author><name>Mandaa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02853058684523248067</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_VhWnN6fgAoU/SGt6zZUwApI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Q-omggsimVM/S220/6x8300dpi.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5829987001202499246.post-6176344415560282016</id><published>2008-10-13T23:58:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2008-10-14T00:38:53.000+11:00</updated><title type='text'>Another day</title><content type='html'>Went to State again today but woke up a little late at 9.30am. I spent the day with JT, Moey, Colleen, Bernard, and me. I managed to finish my journey essay from night before in the morning before going to lunch at Dymock's Cafe. We spent 2hrs eating lunch and trekking around the city before going back to the library. From that point onwards, i did nothing. I pretty much spent the rest of 4hours talking, going out to buy a drink and chocolate, playing with Bernard's phone, talking to Jenny, trying to do Moey's 3u question, and talking to a girl that I used to go tutoring with.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JT left at 5 and so at 6.30 we decided to leave too since we were being extremely unproductive (at least I was). Bernard suggested dinner so we decided on Fujiya. Quite good food and fairly cheap too! What a bargain! Bernard and I had the unfortunate position of the window where throughout the meal, our eyes burned from the sight of a shirtless chubby man hanging around his hotel window whilst having a suspicious phonecall and scratching himself...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Got home at 9 and i found out why my mum doesn't have problems with me coming home late from the library. Last time she came with me to the library, she saw me working with friends and today she told my sis that I've been studying really hard cos she offered me food that day and i chose study over food. Also, she said that I wasnt talking to friends and was really focussed on my work. I guess she chose to watch me at a time when I was actually working.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, because of today's unproductive day at State, i've realised that i've gone there so much that it's becoming uneffective study place so I'm trying out uts library tomorrow after all the rave reviews i've heard.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5829987001202499246-6176344415560282016?l=bluesatinribbons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bluesatinribbons.blogspot.com/feeds/6176344415560282016/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5829987001202499246&amp;postID=6176344415560282016&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5829987001202499246/posts/default/6176344415560282016'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5829987001202499246/posts/default/6176344415560282016'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bluesatinribbons.blogspot.com/2008/10/another-day.html' title='Another day'/><author><name>Mandaa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02853058684523248067</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_VhWnN6fgAoU/SGt6zZUwApI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Q-omggsimVM/S220/6x8300dpi.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5829987001202499246.post-3205647726434669519</id><published>2008-10-12T20:15:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2008-10-12T20:27:04.873+11:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Post-HSC'/><title type='text'>Billy Elliot Musical</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VhWnN6fgAoU/SPHCh4mvZCI/AAAAAAAAAL8/7RpEbb0mO4U/s1600-h/128599.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256196127504426018" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VhWnN6fgAoU/SPHCh4mvZCI/AAAAAAAAAL8/7RpEbb0mO4U/s400/128599.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;There's only 3 more shows on after my last HSC exam, that being chemistry. Last show is on 9th Nov at Capitol theatre. Now I really want to go. Like really. Tickets are around $100-120. What to do, what to do? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5829987001202499246-3205647726434669519?l=bluesatinribbons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bluesatinribbons.blogspot.com/feeds/3205647726434669519/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5829987001202499246&amp;postID=3205647726434669519&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5829987001202499246/posts/default/3205647726434669519'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5829987001202499246/posts/default/3205647726434669519'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bluesatinribbons.blogspot.com/2008/10/billy-elliot-musical.html' title='Billy Elliot Musical'/><author><name>Mandaa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02853058684523248067</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_VhWnN6fgAoU/SGt6zZUwApI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Q-omggsimVM/S220/6x8300dpi.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VhWnN6fgAoU/SPHCh4mvZCI/AAAAAAAAAL8/7RpEbb0mO4U/s72-c/128599.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5829987001202499246.post-6087494052357315037</id><published>2008-10-12T17:52:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2008-10-12T18:46:19.215+11:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Procrastination'/><title type='text'>substance-less</title><content type='html'>BOS is rigged. I know this because I put in mediocre marks into the uai calculator and they gave me a fairly decent uai. Obviously there's a conspiracy going on behind it all. Secret plans are underway to give us procrastinating hsc students false hope and drop our guard. Then they'll attack on the 23rd of December with a big WAPHOOM on our defenseless souls.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I spent an hour writing half a journey essay and then I got bored of Coleridge.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday I took a break from hsc and spent the day helping my oldest sis out with her final grad project. We both have 3weeks of torture left before we're FREE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;From nothing --&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256167134219465266" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VhWnN6fgAoU/SPGoKQM78jI/AAAAAAAAALk/aq0ygbThAJU/s400/DSCN1996.JPG" border="0" /&gt;To lots of windows - surprisingly took nearly 2.5hrs&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256167145994881730" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VhWnN6fgAoU/SPGoK8EaisI/AAAAAAAAAL0/9cDB6Zk4Sbo/s400/DSCN1998.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;We had to get a few things from Bunnings. A few being the size of our car so we had to crouch down through the whole trip back home cos we had to have them sitting inside being held up by our seats.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256167134772094706" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VhWnN6fgAoU/SPGoKSQsZvI/AAAAAAAAALc/itOZJI28IAk/s400/DSCN1993.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And meet Pip, the new addition to my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256167131831758466" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 375px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="300" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VhWnN6fgAoU/SPGoKHTqboI/AAAAAAAAALU/QWVPuJpTfi4/s400/DSCN1990.JPG" width="390" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;So, 5days till we can all forget about journeys and 'pleasure dome decrees' for the rest of our lives. How exciting. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;This is why i shouldn't be allowed on the internet. I have no self control and procrastination, we've got a love/hate relationship. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;-blogged for a total of 30 minutes&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5829987001202499246-6087494052357315037?l=bluesatinribbons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bluesatinribbons.blogspot.com/feeds/6087494052357315037/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5829987001202499246&amp;postID=6087494052357315037&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5829987001202499246/posts/default/6087494052357315037'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5829987001202499246/posts/default/6087494052357315037'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bluesatinribbons.blogspot.com/2008/10/substance-less.html' title='substance-less'/><author><name>Mandaa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02853058684523248067</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_VhWnN6fgAoU/SGt6zZUwApI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Q-omggsimVM/S220/6x8300dpi.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VhWnN6fgAoU/SPGoKQM78jI/AAAAAAAAALk/aq0ygbThAJU/s72-c/DSCN1996.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5829987001202499246.post-3930039229564090372</id><published>2008-10-09T22:47:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2008-10-10T00:20:02.431+11:00</updated><title type='text'>If you were an 18yr old, which one of us would get a higher UAI?</title><content type='html'>-Colleen asked Mr Michael this question in an email. I thought it was funny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nothing too epic happened at State today nor yesterday. In fact, it was so low key that I was starting to wonder where all the SGH nerds were (yes, for this post i'll label myself a nerd). Perhaps they all decided to study at their local library instead where there werent so many random hsc kids hanging around. Like today for example, Moey was telling us about how, I think it was Jenny, was sitting with two asian gangsters on either side of her and this random chatty girl was obviously eavesdropping and asked, 'What? Your friend is sitting with two asian gangsters?' But thinking about it, Hurstville library is much worse since its filled with chatty hsc fob kids.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mum came to State with me today. Thats right, she forced me. This morning I told her one hour in advance that we're leaving the house at 9.30. Well, she didnt get out of bed till 9.10 and we ended up having to catch the next train. I was feeling very frustrated. When we got to State, I took her to the lockers and then shocked, she asked, 'What? We're going in now? I thought you were taking me to eat!' I sighed. I'd tried to feed her my Vitawheat crackers on the train but she'd refused it, so not my fault. I went off on my own at 11.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think Im a really slow worker. Anyway, went out for lunch with JT, Jenny, and kinda with olivia and her boy gang. Got back to the library and after some hours we went to Lindts and i got a small dark hot chocolate and it was yum. . .I will definately be going there again. We sat outside the library for a little bit and it got me feeling too relaxed to want to go back to study but we had to eventually.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For about 20min I lost my phone so I had to search the library but it turned up at the security table which was good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Going to State everyday has potentially stopped my UAI from dropping to nothing but my wallet is crying from the daily train fares, lunches, and food binge trips.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ate a quick dinner at centrepoint westfield, I dropped dead from exhaustion on the train and got home at 10.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Til tomorrow, lets stay sane.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5829987001202499246-3930039229564090372?l=bluesatinribbons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bluesatinribbons.blogspot.com/feeds/3930039229564090372/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5829987001202499246&amp;postID=3930039229564090372&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5829987001202499246/posts/default/3930039229564090372'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5829987001202499246/posts/default/3930039229564090372'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bluesatinribbons.blogspot.com/2008/10/if-you-were-18yr-old-which-one-of-us.html' title='If you were an 18yr old, which one of us would get a higher UAI?'/><author><name>Mandaa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02853058684523248067</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_VhWnN6fgAoU/SGt6zZUwApI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Q-omggsimVM/S220/6x8300dpi.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5829987001202499246.post-7039645772076106964</id><published>2008-10-07T23:57:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2008-10-08T01:21:51.565+11:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='School'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Procrastination'/><title type='text'>Study break...yeh right</title><content type='html'>I say there's nothing wrong with a little blogging on my time off from study (eventhough it seems to be my time off every hour of my day).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I can honestly say that my uai is quite possibly plummeting a lot. I am feeling very unstudious and distracted. Basically, i just can't study at home so im going to be off to State quite a bit now. But do you know whats really frustrating? My mother is constantly bugging me about following me to State and various libraries because she's got some masters thesis to do. What I tell her is 'sure, you can come if you want', but in my head im saying 'no no no no no no no no'. I dont need her stalking me however much she pretends she wont.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last week, I spent a very productive 4-5 hrs studying in the library cos all I had to distract myself with was me, myself, Jono (who was very undistracting), and misarranged books (which bugged me for a while). Then in came his friends and that was it for me, it was becoming too much fun for me to return to my studies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But today turned out very differently to last week. Firstly i bumped into Monique at State entrance and she got me on a high for the next hr before going off to lunch with [**insert warning here** lots of names to come**] Monique, Aleks, Jono, Isaac, Lawrence, Sam, Ben, Patrick(first time ive met him/heard of him, so I couldve gotten the name tragically wrong)..other grammar boy/s including the blond guy..spotted 2 girls i havent met..and Ben's sis, Rachael (actually..i dont recall seeing her at lunch). Sorry, Im just trying to test my shocking short term memory.&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, we took a long time painfully trudging back to State for another long 'study' session. I spent first 3hrs doing basically 1/10 of a 4u past paper. I did one random french R+R (basically the only thing i completed today). At 5.30 (why do you ppl have such early curfews?), Aleks walked monique to train station so i was left with myself for about 30min in which during that time, i got poked in the face by i think, sam's finger, but im yet to find out, learnt about prank love-confession phonecalls, the displeasure of the 3rd party on the receiving end of the prank phonecall, and the joys of not studying.&lt;br /&gt;Aleks came back and we worked on a total of 4 terry lee circular motion questions whilst listening to trance till 8. I got home at 9.10 and made myself corn for dinner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remember in yr2 or so, we had to spend time in class learning how to write recounts. My recount above is a brilliant example of what I learnt in primary school - rubbish and grammatical errors.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ciao, til tomorrow (could be more or less eventful than today so im awaiting with anticipation)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5829987001202499246-7039645772076106964?l=bluesatinribbons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bluesatinribbons.blogspot.com/feeds/7039645772076106964/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5829987001202499246&amp;postID=7039645772076106964&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5829987001202499246/posts/default/7039645772076106964'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5829987001202499246/posts/default/7039645772076106964'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bluesatinribbons.blogspot.com/2008/10/study-breakyeh-right.html' title='Study break...yeh right'/><author><name>Mandaa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02853058684523248067</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_VhWnN6fgAoU/SGt6zZUwApI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Q-omggsimVM/S220/6x8300dpi.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5829987001202499246.post-6036070781922136858</id><published>2008-09-25T18:06:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2008-09-26T21:24:08.226+10:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='School'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sad'/><title type='text'>Elation.shock.tears..that is graduation</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;This morning's graduation assembly is one that i will never forget. The usual speeches that we slept through during our junior years were suddenly something that were worth listening word by word to. Those yr7's were absolutely adorable and hilarious. It was sad to see the retiring teachers and heartbreaking when Ms morrison started crying on stage.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But, what happened next shocked me so much that the tears came pouring and my hands turned numb. The retirement of our principal Dr Varady and the beloved/terrifying Ms Young. The rumours about it last year were taken as mere jokes but now, it's reality. I'm so thankful that i got to be part of this major change that is sure to go into the books as one of the historical moments of sydney girls high school in 2008.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Personally, i'm scared for our school. What is going to happen after the most important people who makes our school so spectacular and efficient leaves?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, after graduation there was the luncheon. It was lots of fun seeing those videos and hilarious when i saw my face appear on the big screen jabbering about something no one understood.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For those who dont have facebook, here are a few memories of today&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249871702671570594" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VhWnN6fgAoU/SNtKf6IdNqI/AAAAAAAAAK0/fCfSWkFS73o/s400/DSCN1970.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249871709387191362" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VhWnN6fgAoU/SNtKgTJldEI/AAAAAAAAAK8/JEe1gHQQHFU/s400/DSCN1980.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249871715796769602" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VhWnN6fgAoU/SNtKgrBv20I/AAAAAAAAALE/ai66GB7v5mM/s400/DSCN1954.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;I'll upload more when my sister isnt glaring at me for being on her computer.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Edit: This photo is from sus's blog. I thought it was a perfect capture of the epic battle of Jenga and the high stakes that we were playing for. It beats the scariness of the HSC hands down. So ill repost the pic here too eventhough it has nothing to do with yesterdays graduation.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5250287991842181890" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VhWnN6fgAoU/SNzFHIJAkwI/AAAAAAAAALM/jRslFd1oeWU/s400/IMG_0437.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5829987001202499246-6036070781922136858?l=bluesatinribbons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bluesatinribbons.blogspot.com/feeds/6036070781922136858/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5829987001202499246&amp;postID=6036070781922136858&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5829987001202499246/posts/default/6036070781922136858'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5829987001202499246/posts/default/6036070781922136858'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bluesatinribbons.blogspot.com/2008/09/elationshocktearsthat-is-graduation.html' title='Elation.shock.tears..that is graduation'/><author><name>Mandaa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02853058684523248067</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_VhWnN6fgAoU/SGt6zZUwApI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Q-omggsimVM/S220/6x8300dpi.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VhWnN6fgAoU/SNtKf6IdNqI/AAAAAAAAAK0/fCfSWkFS73o/s72-c/DSCN1970.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5829987001202499246.post-7403153940630189747</id><published>2008-09-19T22:56:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2008-09-19T23:22:15.605+10:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='School'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fun stuff'/><title type='text'>Da-da-da-dance dance dance</title><content type='html'>I've posted all the fotos on facebook. Even the highly inciminating ones. Dw folks, ill get some of them on this blog one day.&lt;br /&gt;In the mean time, &lt;a href="http://des-petits-trucs.blogspot.com/2008/09/ill-miss-you.html"&gt;Vanity is Fair&lt;/a&gt;. Lovely post by Jenny. Says it all really.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5829987001202499246-7403153940630189747?l=bluesatinribbons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bluesatinribbons.blogspot.com/feeds/7403153940630189747/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5829987001202499246&amp;postID=7403153940630189747&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5829987001202499246/posts/default/7403153940630189747'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5829987001202499246/posts/default/7403153940630189747'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bluesatinribbons.blogspot.com/2008/09/da-da-da-dance-dance-dance.html' title='Da-da-da-dance dance dance'/><author><name>Mandaa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02853058684523248067</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_VhWnN6fgAoU/SGt6zZUwApI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Q-omggsimVM/S220/6x8300dpi.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5829987001202499246.post-5958657037170579900</id><published>2008-09-17T21:09:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2008-09-17T21:23:51.709+10:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='School'/><title type='text'>It's been a long ride</title><content type='html'>So much is happening for the rest of this week and next week. Muck up assembly, muck up photos, the breakfast thing, farwell assembly, and luncheon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I am youtubing the songs for muck up assembly on friday and if i had successfully held back tears during our practice in the common room today, i am failing miserably now. The 'Fix You' lyrics is like a shot to my heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you try your best, but you don't succeed&lt;br /&gt;When you get what you want, but not what you need&lt;br /&gt;When you feel so tired, but can't sleep&lt;br /&gt;It's HSC&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now the tears come streaming down your face&lt;br /&gt;When you lose something you can't replace&lt;br /&gt;When you know you won't share another day&lt;br /&gt;Could it be worse?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;High will guide us home,&lt;br /&gt;And ignite our bones,&lt;br /&gt;Sydney High, We'll miss you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;High for life, since long ago&lt;br /&gt;it's just too hard to let it go&lt;br /&gt;It's meant more than you'll ever know&lt;br /&gt;Just what we're worth&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;High will guide us home&lt;br /&gt;And ignite our bones&lt;br /&gt;Sydney High, we'll miss you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where did all the time go? I don't have any regrets because I've loved every moment of being at sydney girls, through all the highs and lows, it's been a blast.&lt;br /&gt;Ah sorry for getting all sappy. I'm a miserable girl haha and to think we've still got another week to go!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5829987001202499246-5958657037170579900?l=bluesatinribbons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bluesatinribbons.blogspot.com/feeds/5958657037170579900/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5829987001202499246&amp;postID=5958657037170579900&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5829987001202499246/posts/default/5958657037170579900'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5829987001202499246/posts/default/5958657037170579900'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bluesatinribbons.blogspot.com/2008/09/its-been-long-ride.html' title='It&apos;s been a long ride'/><author><name>Mandaa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02853058684523248067</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_VhWnN6fgAoU/SGt6zZUwApI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Q-omggsimVM/S220/6x8300dpi.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5829987001202499246.post-2813717716818374327</id><published>2008-09-14T23:37:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2008-09-15T01:06:28.863+10:00</updated><title type='text'>School's out in 9days!</title><content type='html'>I'm feeling veryy agitated at the moment, so agitated that i must blog it off or else i might shoot someone. Gosh why are some people so unreadable that it irritates the hell out of you. Stop mocking my mind because theres only so much that i can handle before it explodes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[writing 20min later]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Much better now. Less agitated, pulses returning to normal. Ive decided that I don't care if I can't read some people because I'm going to return the favour and put a wall up too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[writing about something unrelated to my anger issues]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got my haircut today. It's basically the same style as before except shorter because it was getting too long and unruly. This is the first time EVER that i've gotten my hair cut at a hairdresser's with my mum. The service you get when you're with an older/more mature person is amazing. It's all discrimination, I say. I swear they treat you with so much more respect and they charge you less for the cut too!&lt;br /&gt;The worst hairdressing place i've ever been to was this cheap place in hurstville, the one in the corner outside near sushi train. I'm going to defame that place with this because they've got a really bad attitude towards young people like myself. I went there on a total of 3 times, each time thinking that I was just unlucky the previous time, but how wrong i was.&lt;br /&gt;There's 3 hairdressing places in Hurstville that i like very much, the one in the shopping centre called 'Stylz' i think, one just outside westfield next to the place that fixes computers, and the one opposite 'foon lok'..pronunciation wise..&lt;br /&gt;Okay, i gave very vague descriptions and directions..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;x&lt;br /&gt;I'm going to miss highschool and everyone!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Edit: [writing 5min later]&lt;br /&gt;I'm back to feeling very agitated. I'm a yoyo-ing bag of feelings = bipolar. Okay, i'm just going to try to pretend to not care and get on with my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[writing 5min later]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All better now, talking to my friends about random things makes me laugh and forget about my psychotic issues.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think this just proves how unstable my mind is and my urgent need of some psychoanalysis.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5829987001202499246-2813717716818374327?l=bluesatinribbons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bluesatinribbons.blogspot.com/feeds/2813717716818374327/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5829987001202499246&amp;postID=2813717716818374327&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5829987001202499246/posts/default/2813717716818374327'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5829987001202499246/posts/default/2813717716818374327'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bluesatinribbons.blogspot.com/2008/09/im-feeling-veryy-agitated-at-moment-so.html' title='School&apos;s out in 9days!'/><author><name>Mandaa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02853058684523248067</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_VhWnN6fgAoU/SGt6zZUwApI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Q-omggsimVM/S220/6x8300dpi.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5829987001202499246.post-11445749654244986</id><published>2008-09-14T00:13:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2008-09-14T00:54:58.812+10:00</updated><title type='text'>SUMMERise me</title><content type='html'>Today's weather rocked. Cant wait for the first warm night where i can just wear shorts and a tshirt without a goddam heater burning my skin. Thats me at the moment, contributing to global warming instead of wearing a jacket and my mum's loving the electricity bill too haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So apparently tomorrows the moon festival thing (according to Jenny's blog post [edit: it was betty's actually..]). My mum bought 2 boxes of moon cakes a little while ago and ive eaten my share of them since two weeks ago...I'm a pig and everyone knows it. In 10yrs time when we're having a school reunion, no one's going to recognise me. Look for the fattest person in the room and voila, thats me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was thinking of going on a junk food ban right (as i do on a weekly basis), and then my sister pulls out a tub of Weis Cream and Passionfruit icecream. So basically, it's not my fault that my ban never lasts for more than a day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On an entirely much more depressing subject, HSC starts (according to Monique) in 32DAYS!! And i'm wondering if thats even enough time for me to catch up on all my 3u maths hw that i've missed this year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Btw, BE(civil)/BDesArch at USYD. So who thinks i'm crazy? Because i certainly do haha&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5829987001202499246-11445749654244986?l=bluesatinribbons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bluesatinribbons.blogspot.com/feeds/11445749654244986/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5829987001202499246&amp;postID=11445749654244986&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5829987001202499246/posts/default/11445749654244986'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5829987001202499246/posts/default/11445749654244986'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bluesatinribbons.blogspot.com/2008/09/summerise-me.html' title='SUMMERise me'/><author><name>Mandaa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02853058684523248067</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_VhWnN6fgAoU/SGt6zZUwApI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Q-omggsimVM/S220/6x8300dpi.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5829987001202499246.post-582920589258015667</id><published>2008-09-08T23:24:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2008-09-08T23:48:02.707+10:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fun stuff'/><title type='text'>Trivia night, lowers and all that jazz</title><content type='html'>So photos from today's lunch&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VhWnN6fgAoU/SMUpWuV7n4I/AAAAAAAAAJs/JTFBKsK0lQ4/s1600-h/DSCN1703.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5243642811516690306" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VhWnN6fgAoU/SMUpWuV7n4I/AAAAAAAAAJs/JTFBKsK0lQ4/s320/DSCN1703.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VhWnN6fgAoU/SMUpW44DM3I/AAAAAAAAAJ0/xri2x6SRIxk/s1600-h/DSCN1702.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5243642814344147826" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VhWnN6fgAoU/SMUpW44DM3I/AAAAAAAAAJ0/xri2x6SRIxk/s320/DSCN1702.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VhWnN6fgAoU/SMUpXej7agI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/NSgT2CK2geg/s1600-h/DSCN1706.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5243642824460298754" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VhWnN6fgAoU/SMUpXej7agI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/NSgT2CK2geg/s320/DSCN1706.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Hazza! m7/8 gang [missing Linda and maybe someone else..?]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VhWnN6fgAoU/SMUpXodr77I/AAAAAAAAAKE/ZfGLp9XQqpw/s1600-h/DSCN1708.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5243642827118473138" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VhWnN6fgAoU/SMUpXodr77I/AAAAAAAAAKE/ZfGLp9XQqpw/s320/DSCN1708.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; And of course trivia night!! Joyful joyful night&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VhWnN6fgAoU/SMUpX2C_4zI/AAAAAAAAAKM/r071uYTxDEI/s1600-h/DSCN1712.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5243642830764630834" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VhWnN6fgAoU/SMUpX2C_4zI/AAAAAAAAAKM/r071uYTxDEI/s320/DSCN1712.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Thats right, table 17 no doubt intellectually exceeds all other tables&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5243644051146464258" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VhWnN6fgAoU/SMUqe4Us3AI/AAAAAAAAAKU/XymiEoZ7Izc/s320/DSCN1713.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5243644054864717858" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VhWnN6fgAoU/SMUqfGLM6CI/AAAAAAAAAKc/3zxnb2FFqP4/s320/DSCN1714.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Our weetbix eating representative, edwin [first High jersey on left]&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5243644059873616098" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VhWnN6fgAoU/SMUqfY1aoOI/AAAAAAAAAKk/oRVOSSHdQJc/s320/DSCN1716.JPG" border="0" /&gt;and of course our pizzas&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5243644065612209762" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VhWnN6fgAoU/SMUqfuNmnmI/AAAAAAAAAKs/qb7gPTVeDLk/s320/DSCN1718.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This blog is starting to become something of a photo album? =S&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Maybe ill start transferring things to facebook? But then darn u ppl who DoNT have facebook or those who've DElETED their accounts [aka ROSE LIU] Thats right, ive publically shamed her. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5829987001202499246-582920589258015667?l=bluesatinribbons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bluesatinribbons.blogspot.com/feeds/582920589258015667/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5829987001202499246&amp;postID=582920589258015667&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5829987001202499246/posts/default/582920589258015667'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5829987001202499246/posts/default/582920589258015667'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bluesatinribbons.blogspot.com/2008/09/trivia-night-lowers-and-all-that-jazz.html' title='Trivia night, lowers and all that jazz'/><author><name>Mandaa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02853058684523248067</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_VhWnN6fgAoU/SGt6zZUwApI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Q-omggsimVM/S220/6x8300dpi.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VhWnN6fgAoU/SMUpWuV7n4I/AAAAAAAAAJs/JTFBKsK0lQ4/s72-c/DSCN1703.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5829987001202499246.post-563041855665931434</id><published>2008-09-07T17:42:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2008-09-07T18:43:30.318+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Betty's bday dedication</title><content type='html'>Happy 18th Birthday Betty!&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5243182661495354450" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VhWnN6fgAoU/SMOG2d7q9FI/AAAAAAAAAJM/1XWe7NG6rSw/s400/DSCN1689.JPG" border="0" /&gt;See, i took a foto of u holding up food for a reason Betty! &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So just an update on those shoes that made me look like i was 'strutting' and 'running away' yesterday. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This was AFTER id scrubbed it down with napisan and some random bleach. The lighting doesnt do the dirt colour any justice&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5243190913971340002" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VhWnN6fgAoU/SMOOW0zRQuI/AAAAAAAAAJk/m-a9q8n2VoQ/s320/DSCN1695.JPG" border="0" /&gt;and what it used to be&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5243190430504892306" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VhWnN6fgAoU/SMON6rv4t5I/AAAAAAAAAJc/SDJK7FzvfaM/s320/q15883716.jpg" border="0" /&gt;oh well, i've worn them heaps already so im due to get some new shoes anyway =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh my lord, today i realised that ive so much to do in terms of filling in forms and applications and etcetc.etc. Why cant someone just do it for me??&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5829987001202499246-563041855665931434?l=bluesatinribbons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bluesatinribbons.blogspot.com/feeds/563041855665931434/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5829987001202499246&amp;postID=563041855665931434&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5829987001202499246/posts/default/563041855665931434'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5829987001202499246/posts/default/563041855665931434'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bluesatinribbons.blogspot.com/2008/09/bettys-bday-dedication.html' title='Betty&apos;s bday dedication'/><author><name>Mandaa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02853058684523248067</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_VhWnN6fgAoU/SGt6zZUwApI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Q-omggsimVM/S220/6x8300dpi.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VhWnN6fgAoU/SMOG2d7q9FI/AAAAAAAAAJM/1XWe7NG6rSw/s72-c/DSCN1689.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5829987001202499246.post-7275582471385111612</id><published>2008-09-06T19:50:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2008-09-06T21:05:31.121+10:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fun stuff'/><title type='text'>soggy jeans, shrunken shoes, uni, + Rose's bday bash</title><content type='html'>Twas wet and cold, and we battled through torrential wind. But apart from my severely shrunken canvas shoes that led me to trudge through the streets on my toes [quite literally..] for several hours, i had a blast today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAPPY 17th BIRTHDAY ROSE!&lt;br /&gt;Lunch was great, hanging around the law building + round house in unsw for hours was painfully entertaining, and the pigging out on junk food and cake at Rose's place released our inner happy fat-ladies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rain rain rain rain. Rains sucks =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5242850424454884162" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VhWnN6fgAoU/SMJYrugjq0I/AAAAAAAAAGE/ua46xtszOQ0/s400/DSCN1655.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5242850431109229794" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VhWnN6fgAoU/SMJYsHTE7OI/AAAAAAAAAGM/ifBZGW12XGE/s400/DSCN1659.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5242850443469108994" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VhWnN6fgAoU/SMJYs1V5twI/AAAAAAAAAGU/nnJIULentQ8/s400/DSCN1661.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5242850457129311090" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VhWnN6fgAoU/SMJYtoOv23I/AAAAAAAAAGc/YYa24cPvoz0/s400/DSCN1665.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5242852436166668594" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VhWnN6fgAoU/SMJag0uBcTI/AAAAAAAAAGk/lLpteUE_yW4/s400/DSCN1666.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5242852447021572770" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VhWnN6fgAoU/SMJahdKCIqI/AAAAAAAAAGs/DU_kYMSxU1c/s400/DSCN1667.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5242852452829811330" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VhWnN6fgAoU/SMJahyy00oI/AAAAAAAAAG0/ufn6FSAjDzs/s400/DSCN1668.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5242852457133422002" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VhWnN6fgAoU/SMJaiC04tbI/AAAAAAAAAG8/6ddYrXJT03Q/s400/DSCN1669.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5242852464509050658" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VhWnN6fgAoU/SMJaieTX3yI/AAAAAAAAAHE/rlh6uLG1ySU/s400/DSCN1670.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5242854431981091954" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VhWnN6fgAoU/SMJcU_tQvHI/AAAAAAAAAHM/E0SM15nQ-qs/s400/DSCN1671.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Monique - dont forget me when ur an UN ambassador representing Australia &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5242854436420849218" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VhWnN6fgAoU/SMJcVQPyDkI/AAAAAAAAAHU/j6-ZT4a1WLg/s400/DSCN1672.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5242854443203751570" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VhWnN6fgAoU/SMJcVpg87pI/AAAAAAAAAHc/yWf0vVRcZI4/s400/DSCN1673.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5242854452813433090" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VhWnN6fgAoU/SMJcWNUFCQI/AAAAAAAAAHk/J9FTvpPwYEI/s400/DSCN1674.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Abstract art maybe? &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5242856639981545234" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VhWnN6fgAoU/SMJeVhJl5xI/AAAAAAAAAH0/u_Ubu8UCsvs/s400/DSCN1676.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5242854455242056994" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VhWnN6fgAoU/SMJcWWXG5SI/AAAAAAAAAHs/vEaffb1Zlkk/s400/DSCN1675.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5242856651860259250" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VhWnN6fgAoU/SMJeWNZssbI/AAAAAAAAAH8/2Bf3wDvR3W0/s400/DSCN1677.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5242856658657996594" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VhWnN6fgAoU/SMJeWmuZ7zI/AAAAAAAAAIE/xjYw8RlSAH0/s400/DSCN1678.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5242856663949799970" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VhWnN6fgAoU/SMJeW6cEciI/AAAAAAAAAIM/dzBjskeBIS4/s400/DSCN1679.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5242856677505363842" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VhWnN6fgAoU/SMJeXs7974I/AAAAAAAAAIU/3PHObUKZkmA/s400/DSCN1680.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5242858794819508338" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VhWnN6fgAoU/SMJgS8i_2HI/AAAAAAAAAIc/jXOh9qAIl0E/s400/DSCN1681.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5242858803497569954" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VhWnN6fgAoU/SMJgTc4AjqI/AAAAAAAAAIk/TLhDd0HuH-o/s400/DSCN1682.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5242858817285767826" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VhWnN6fgAoU/SMJgUQPXwpI/AAAAAAAAAIs/AB9ltvZLayE/s400/DSCN1683.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5242858825825295922" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VhWnN6fgAoU/SMJgUwDWnjI/AAAAAAAAAI0/ONJisUz-GFo/s400/DSCN1685.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5242858831878616098" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VhWnN6fgAoU/SMJgVGmk9CI/AAAAAAAAAI8/Zr4eNT3rXFA/s400/DSCN1686.JPG" border="0" /&gt; Jenny, ur small and all but LOL &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5242859761693727378" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VhWnN6fgAoU/SMJhLObxmpI/AAAAAAAAAJE/Y97PWhg0SuQ/s400/DSCN1692.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p&gt;Maybe next time i'll be a bit more selective on my posting photos =D Took me just about an hr. Do u guys feel my dedication? &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5829987001202499246-7275582471385111612?l=bluesatinribbons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bluesatinribbons.blogspot.com/feeds/7275582471385111612/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5829987001202499246&amp;postID=7275582471385111612&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5829987001202499246/posts/default/7275582471385111612'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5829987001202499246/posts/default/7275582471385111612'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bluesatinribbons.blogspot.com/2008/09/soggy-jeans-shrunken-shoes-uni-roses.html' title='soggy jeans, shrunken shoes, uni, + Rose&apos;s bday bash'/><author><name>Mandaa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02853058684523248067</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_VhWnN6fgAoU/SGt6zZUwApI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Q-omggsimVM/S220/6x8300dpi.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VhWnN6fgAoU/SMJYrugjq0I/AAAAAAAAAGE/ua46xtszOQ0/s72-c/DSCN1655.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5829987001202499246.post-2288433244410416509</id><published>2008-09-03T17:38:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2008-09-03T18:04:04.971+10:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='School'/><title type='text'>Revelation</title><content type='html'>Slowly and dissapointingly, trial results are coming in. I really dont know what to say. With every exam, i've learnt to lower my expectations. But how low could i get? I'm sinking down to nothing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As suggested by the title, i've come to a revelation.&lt;br /&gt;Girls, now is the time to study like you've never studied before. The line is drawing to an end and so the race truly begins. It's us against a herd of 67 000 other students statewide. Lets make a good fight in this bloody battle.&lt;br /&gt;[of course this applies to syd girls only =D. All you other hsc-ers, you are all welcome to continue your youtubing and tv marathons]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Je peux voir le bout du tunnel&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5829987001202499246-2288433244410416509?l=bluesatinribbons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bluesatinribbons.blogspot.com/feeds/2288433244410416509/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5829987001202499246&amp;postID=2288433244410416509&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5829987001202499246/posts/default/2288433244410416509'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5829987001202499246/posts/default/2288433244410416509'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bluesatinribbons.blogspot.com/2008/09/revelation.html' title='Revelation'/><author><name>Mandaa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02853058684523248067</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_VhWnN6fgAoU/SGt6zZUwApI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Q-omggsimVM/S220/6x8300dpi.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5829987001202499246.post-4474278619674345069</id><published>2008-08-31T01:01:00.001+10:00</published><updated>2009-03-08T19:22:25.832+11:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='School'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Animals'/><title type='text'>life, careers, and all that jazz</title><content type='html'>My obsession with Cavalier King Charles Spaniels have returned. One day when im no longer constricted in this absolutely-no-free-running-animal-in-the-house environment, im going to finally end this 5yrs of madness and get myself a dog!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I used to always think that my parents were not the type to try to live their lives through us, but i think im reconsidering it now. Everytime i tell my mum that id like to be a vet, she would wince with disgust and go on a rant about how much better it is to treat humans than useless animals. THEn i would follow this with a rant of my own about how TOUGH it is for me to be able to get into Vet Sc in the first place and HENCE would be impossible for me to get into Med.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everytime i tell my mum how likely i am to do Archi at usyd, she once again winces and says that im wasting my uai marks and why dont i do PHARMACY? omg..pharmacy..i think i will actually die of boredom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Oh the mysteries of life and all that it contains.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5829987001202499246-4474278619674345069?l=bluesatinribbons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bluesatinribbons.blogspot.com/feeds/4474278619674345069/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5829987001202499246&amp;postID=4474278619674345069&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5829987001202499246/posts/default/4474278619674345069'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5829987001202499246/posts/default/4474278619674345069'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bluesatinribbons.blogspot.com/2008/08/life-careers-and-all-that-jazz.html' title='life, careers, and all that jazz'/><author><name>Mandaa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02853058684523248067</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_VhWnN6fgAoU/SGt6zZUwApI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Q-omggsimVM/S220/6x8300dpi.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5829987001202499246.post-625559726797589662</id><published>2008-08-27T06:41:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2008-08-26T17:50:58.760+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Note of Love</title><content type='html'>Hi guys!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm writing this to thank everyone for their concern for me yesterday and i was overwhelmed by all the msgs that i got. It's friends like you guys that make the happy-dappy me =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So basically I was ridiculously stressed and had spent the entire night/morning studying for Chem trials. What made it worse was that i hadn't eaten either. So all factors combined, in the midst of walking to the train station i developed a strong dizziness so I took refuge in a nearby 7/11, where i fainted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm completely fine now and had a blood test done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a final note, I LOVE MY FRIENDS! =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;x&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Edit: I got RIPPED OFF a periodic table for my chem exam today it turns out! Lucky i had one in my calculator!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5829987001202499246-625559726797589662?l=bluesatinribbons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bluesatinribbons.blogspot.com/feeds/625559726797589662/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5829987001202499246&amp;postID=625559726797589662&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5829987001202499246/posts/default/625559726797589662'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5829987001202499246/posts/default/625559726797589662'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bluesatinribbons.blogspot.com/2008/08/note-of-love.html' title='Note of Love'/><author><name>Mandaa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02853058684523248067</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_VhWnN6fgAoU/SGt6zZUwApI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Q-omggsimVM/S220/6x8300dpi.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5829987001202499246.post-3415884398252999881</id><published>2008-08-23T21:53:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2008-08-23T23:56:59.797+10:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Procrastination'/><title type='text'>Wibbery crikery trout</title><content type='html'>So today I was supposed to wake up early, take a bus to Hurstville library and study chem religiously right? But instead I only managed to kick my lazy ass out of bed at noon, make myself some oats for brunch, and sit on a chair for 2hours. Thats right, i sat there staring into nothingness for 2 brilliant hours.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now you wonder, what did Amanda do after those 2hrs?&lt;br /&gt;Simple. I turned on the laptop (which took like 2secs since it's permanently on standby mode..). Then i went on dreaded facebook and the highlight of my time spent there was winning 460 chips in texas hold'em poker...and then losing it all due to my brief stint of glory.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also called and talked (aka squealed/ranted/tore out my hair) to Monique after an incident.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So after my escapade, i turned to lovely junk food and eventually made myself some dinner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That bascially sums up my elation, that is, of my day. Short day aye?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5237702890716994962" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 189px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 203px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="226" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VhWnN6fgAoU/SLAPB1A5HZI/AAAAAAAAAFk/_nvH3-QCrCQ/s320/23019493_l_over_1.jpg" width="183" border="0" /&gt;Pic: Tiffany's collection of pretty charms&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/5829987001202499246-3415884398252999881?l=bluesatinribbons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bluesatinribbons.blogspot.com/feeds/3415884398252999881/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5829987001202499246&amp;postID=3415884398252999881&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5829987001202499246/posts/default/3415884398252999881'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5829987001202499246/posts/default/3415884398252999881'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bluesatinribbons.blogspot.com/2008/08/wibbery-crikery-trout.html' title='Wibbery crikery trout'/><author><name>Mandaa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02853058684523248067</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_VhWnN6fgAoU/SGt6zZUwApI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Q-omggsimVM/S220/6x8300dpi.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VhWnN6fgAoU/SLAPB1A5HZI/AAAAAAAAAFk/_nvH3-QCrCQ/s72-c/23019493_l_over_1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5829987001202499246.post-3815920735090335100</id><published>2008-08-22T00:51:00.001+10:00</published><updated>2008-12-05T02:51:37.025+11:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='School'/><title type='text'>T cant be negative because time can't go backwards</title><content type='html'>Me - Or can it?&lt;br /&gt;Siyang - Oh no! Not again!&lt;br /&gt;(Because Siyang knows us too well to know that we'll make yet another Doctor Who reference haha)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who thought 3u maths trial paper was a killer? I admit that i only did 3 past papers for the exam and so never studied binomials (nor did i ever finish doing all my hw for that matter..). ALSO because id crammed Projectiles in the 2hrs i had before the exam, by today i had forgotten like EVerything about it and so lost all 7marks for that in 4u =O&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Pic- Im so lame. This is what i did when they asked us to find a constant term of something. And i never got an answer either.. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5236989916558300978" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 324px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 227px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="259" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VhWnN6fgAoU/SK2GlRTClzI/AAAAAAAAAEM/XZdmY2X6YNA/s400/DSCN1604.JPG" width="355" border="0" /&gt;Yesterday i was dying from exhaustion. My eyes felt like it weighed a tonne, my head was spinning, and i drank 5 cups of cuppucinos just to stay awake to study for 4u. What actually kept me going was the thought of me relishing in sleep the moment i came home and i certainly did =), 5hrs of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I wonder does anyone else come out of exams looking like they had a bad punch-up with a pen? My jersey and my hand comes out scarred by my AWESOME inky pen.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Following pics - love for my inky pen (or maybe it was just boredom)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5237001007822269250" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 251px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 170px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="201" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VhWnN6fgAoU/SK2Qq3eb60I/AAAAAAAAAEU/nNFq0xKT3j8/s400/DSCN1609.JPG" width="291" border="0" /&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5237001703946705186" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 250px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 176px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="109" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VhWnN6fgAoU/SK2RTYvb2SI/AAAAAAAAAEc/Xdhjx4TKZgo/s400/DSCN1611.JPG" width="290" border="0" /&gt;(Dw guys, i did learn SOMETHING from Kalina about conics..)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5237005858343970978" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 252px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 181px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="211" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VhWnN6fgAoU/SK2VFNE7aKI/AAAAAAAAAEk/7cittURWetU/s400/DSCN1623.JPG" width="337" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;I think thats enough inky luvos for now.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Rest of the following pics - Fun times thats guaranteed to make you feel nostalgic =)&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5237010266898728338" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VhWnN6fgAoU/SK2ZF0OShZI/AAAAAAAAAEs/ZUxAxQKr9VQ/s400/i00217.jpg" border="0" /&gt;M7 groupie - You guys are AWESOME!&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5237010270994861378" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VhWnN6fgAoU/SK2ZGDe4jUI/AAAAAAAAAE0/L7AEHlwr3D8/s400/i00343.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5237010280157589154" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 260px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 192px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="223" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VhWnN6fgAoU/SK2ZGlncrqI/AAAAAAAAAE8/nCuUkWJHS_c/s400/i00425.jpg" width="255" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5237013517683505970" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 319px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 235px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="224" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VhWnN6fgAoU/SK2cDCVxuzI/AAAAAAAAAFE/8klvtgFd8N0/s400/i00451.jpg" width="348" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5237013528037810706" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 346px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 248px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="205" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VhWnN6fgAoU/SK2cDo6b4hI/AAAAAAAAAFM/lO3NOw-k758/s400/i00380.jpg" width="346" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5237013528811376098" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 352px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 264px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="259" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VhWnN6fgAoU/SK2cDry3jeI/AAAAAAAAAFU/Ef7hJC1qsMQ/s400/i00150.jpg" width="314" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5237015323995761138" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VhWnN6fgAoU/SK2dsLYLafI/AAAAAAAAAFc/QfO3XP23-8k/s320/i00184.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And now i shall catch up on the rest of my week's of deprived sleep.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5829987001202499246-3815920735090335100?l=bluesatinribbons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bluesatinribbons.blogspot.com/feeds/3815920735090335100/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5829987001202499246&amp;postID=3815920735090335100&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5829987001202499246/posts/default/3815920735090335100'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5829987001202499246/posts/default/3815920735090335100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bluesatinribbons.blogspot.com/2008/08/t-cant-be-negative-because-time-cant-go.html' title='T cant be negative because time can&apos;t go backwards'/><author><name>Mandaa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02853058684523248067</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_VhWnN6fgAoU/SGt6zZUwApI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Q-omggsimVM/S220/6x8300dpi.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VhWnN6fgAoU/SK2GlRTClzI/AAAAAAAAAEM/XZdmY2X6YNA/s72-c/DSCN1604.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5829987001202499246.post-1519668839370768343</id><published>2008-08-11T18:21:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2008-08-11T18:39:41.356+10:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='School'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Procrastination'/><title type='text'>1 wk till trials</title><content type='html'>Instead of trying to cram like crazy for eng adv/ext, 3u+4u maths, and chem, i decided to show everyone instead of what my life of 'studying' involves. Actually i wont say anything, i think the pictures are enough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5233174501937115762" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 298px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 182px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="230" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VhWnN6fgAoU/SJ_4e6OX8nI/AAAAAAAAADs/9gC9da2Js8g/s400/DSCN1577.JPG" width="374" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5233174511129426130" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="165" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VhWnN6fgAoU/SJ_4fcd_eNI/AAAAAAAAAD0/plCmnY6Cmz0/s400/DSCN1575.JPG" width="275" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Technology and food ruins our lives does it not?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Ps. My phone is officially dying after 5 brilliant years. Theres no longer any sound coming out of it. So if anyone tries to call me, call a few times and perhaps if you're lucky, i'll see the screen flashing.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5233174512586460866" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VhWnN6fgAoU/SJ_4fh5YDsI/AAAAAAAAAD8/O73r7aWZP-A/s400/DSCN1578.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5233174518643033378" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VhWnN6fgAoU/SJ_4f4dYBSI/AAAAAAAAAEE/aL8iP0oUgFM/s400/DSCN1579.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5829987001202499246-1519668839370768343?l=bluesatinribbons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bluesatinribbons.blogspot.com/feeds/1519668839370768343/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5829987001202499246&amp;postID=1519668839370768343&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5829987001202499246/posts/default/1519668839370768343'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5829987001202499246/posts/default/1519668839370768343'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bluesatinribbons.blogspot.com/2008/08/1-wk-till-trials.html' title='1 wk till trials'/><author><name>Mandaa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02853058684523248067</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_VhWnN6fgAoU/SGt6zZUwApI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Q-omggsimVM/S220/6x8300dpi.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VhWnN6fgAoU/SJ_4e6OX8nI/AAAAAAAAADs/9gC9da2Js8g/s72-c/DSCN1577.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5829987001202499246.post-1098302314383842755</id><published>2008-07-31T18:03:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2008-07-31T18:07:56.016+10:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dance'/><title type='text'>Broken vows</title><content type='html'>Okay by posting this i've broken my vow. BUT i had to cos this is just too beautiful to keep to myself, that would be too selfish!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/PXnrxwc6F-w&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/PXnrxwc6F-w&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...Obviously my 'giving up the internet' has failed miserably.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5829987001202499246-1098302314383842755?l=bluesatinribbons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bluesatinribbons.blogspot.com/feeds/1098302314383842755/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5829987001202499246&amp;postID=1098302314383842755&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5829987001202499246/posts/default/1098302314383842755'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5829987001202499246/posts/default/1098302314383842755'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bluesatinribbons.blogspot.com/2008/07/broken-vows.html' title='Broken vows'/><author><name>Mandaa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02853058684523248067</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_VhWnN6fgAoU/SGt6zZUwApI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Q-omggsimVM/S220/6x8300dpi.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5829987001202499246.post-4721982650315184433</id><published>2008-07-28T00:14:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2008-07-28T00:32:19.633+10:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='School'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='HSC stress'/><title type='text'>Omg</title><content type='html'>I'm starting to really hate myself for doing nothing in terms of schoolwork for the last few weeks. Im screwed for everything, maths and chem in particular.&lt;br /&gt;Im a procrastinator bigtime. I can sit and stare at a blank wall for 2hrs, analyse random little memories, dream of my brilliant future, and of course relentlessly punch myself for doing nothing all at the same time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Omg isnt it stressful when you think that perhaps your UAI could actually really affect your future. Like me, if i dont straight out get into Vet Science, i most probably will never be able to be a vet. My destiny will be changed. We all know that getting a good uai, in a way, is just a fasttrack into life. But maybe we should think that trying several different paths is a good experience and would eventually lead you to exactly where u were intended to be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think i believe in destiny. I dont know if that makes life any more or less exciting. But yeh anway, like many others, i'm putting my blogging on hold and im shutting myself from the internet (after many hours wasted on googling dogs....).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Goodbye happiness. I am surrending myself to the dark realm of study.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5829987001202499246-4721982650315184433?l=bluesatinribbons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bluesatinribbons.blogspot.com/feeds/4721982650315184433/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5829987001202499246&amp;postID=4721982650315184433&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5829987001202499246/posts/default/4721982650315184433'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5829987001202499246/posts/default/4721982650315184433'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bluesatinribbons.blogspot.com/2008/07/omg.html' title='Omg'/><author><name>Mandaa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02853058684523248067</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_VhWnN6fgAoU/SGt6zZUwApI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Q-omggsimVM/S220/6x8300dpi.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5829987001202499246.post-4000688035066868249</id><published>2008-07-20T18:12:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2008-07-20T18:57:08.274+10:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='School'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='HSC stress'/><title type='text'>Anticipation for the HSc</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;Since most people i've asked prefers to be shot dead due to their extensive use of procrastination during these 2 weeks. I thought to myself - I am not a conformist and therefore would appreciate a more exciting approach to the termination of the HSC world, that is via a hyper-real dream where i only exist inside the deepest part of my subconscience. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I would be choked, gased and stabbed, all of which occurs within my sleep. My motionless body would be moved to a ward for close monitoring and eventually my brain will freeze. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Of course all this would have only happened because of my reluctance to face persecution that is due to occur on Tuesday. I can already feel my heart beating a million times per minute as i step into the maths classroom for period 1. Then my heart would double its pace for period 2 and beat 2 million times per minute and for the ever dreaded period 3, my heart would overwork and stop beating all together.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I am so melodramatic. I think it's time to return to doing something more sane - Preparing for Trial french orals. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5225017023510184530" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_VhWnN6fgAoU/SIL9TK-xglI/AAAAAAAAADk/dW6_QNmLOuc/s400/DSCN1550.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;The random tree of golden (or orange) opportunities.&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/5829987001202499246-4000688035066868249?l=bluesatinribbons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bluesatinribbons.blogspot.com/feeds/4000688035066868249/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5829987001202499246&amp;postID=4000688035066868249&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5829987001202499246/posts/default/4000688035066868249'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5829987001202499246/posts/default/4000688035066868249'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bluesatinribbons.blogspot.com/2008/07/anticipation-for-hsc.html' title='Anticipation for the HSc'/><author><name>Mandaa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02853058684523248067</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_VhWnN6fgAoU/SGt6zZUwApI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Q-omggsimVM/S220/6x8300dpi.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_VhWnN6fgAoU/SIL9TK-xglI/AAAAAAAAADk/dW6_QNmLOuc/s72-c/DSCN1550.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5829987001202499246.post-3912371613556534468</id><published>2008-07-14T17:25:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2008-07-15T21:23:24.535+10:00</updated><title type='text'>I pick my own oranges</title><content type='html'>(Can someone pleasee tell me how to post my photos so that it can be clicked on for enlarged version??)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yesterday i went on a Cruise in Blue Mountains and then went to an orange orchard in Penrith. It was a nice day that concluded with us going to Paul's house, visiting his wonderful poodle puppy, being graced with Paul's amazinggggg piano playing, and then eating at a restaurant.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5222772247594294994" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_VhWnN6fgAoU/SHsDsBCgXtI/AAAAAAAAAB4/lRMFALzOf1Y/s200/DSCN1531.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5222775104302304754" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_VhWnN6fgAoU/SHsGSTGxTfI/AAAAAAAAACQ/yW78DTL07gU/s400/102_4261.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This was too cool. The ship captain saw me taking fotos of his little driving cabin and let me drive his boat (figuratively) whilst wearing his lil captain hat!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5222773858362229202" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_VhWnN6fgAoU/SHsFJxnggdI/AAAAAAAAACI/oWIexO9GOok/s320/DSCN1545.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My middle sister won that little bag she's holding! Out of like a hundred other ppl, she came 2nd LoL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5222775109085326354" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_VhWnN6fgAoU/SHsGSk7IbBI/AAAAAAAAACY/2B11rGHDbRA/s400/102_4275.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I fell in love with this little keychain in a little shop in Blue Mountains&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5222772240508465346" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_VhWnN6fgAoU/SHsDrmpHMMI/AAAAAAAAABw/bouuNwG3rgE/s200/DSCN1525.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got completely hyped up by the orange orchard cos it kinda reminded me of the maze scene in Harry Potter GOF.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5222776709305264914" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_VhWnN6fgAoU/SHsHvuNS6xI/AAAAAAAAACg/_DbSSrygIw4/s320/DSCN1571.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Im sorry, but i had to post this. Basically it's what happens when i'm with my sis, equipped with cameras, and surrounded by oranges.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5222776710458624610" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_VhWnN6fgAoU/SHsHvygRymI/AAAAAAAAACo/HHgnUiXs-_Y/s320/DSCN1567.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mum became Paul's paparazzi aha. When he plays the piano, i swear it's like exercise...tho i feel more sorry for the piano.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5222779648887061794" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_VhWnN6fgAoU/SHsKa1ANfSI/AAAAAAAAACw/vExi668gPRA/s320/102_4280.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sweetest lil poodle ever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5222779654876306818" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_VhWnN6fgAoU/SHsKbLUKHYI/AAAAAAAAAC4/d7dC_IUK4iE/s320/102_4281+edit.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5829987001202499246-3912371613556534468?l=bluesatinribbons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bluesatinribbons.blogspot.com/feeds/3912371613556534468/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5829987001202499246&amp;postID=3912371613556534468&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5829987001202499246/posts/default/3912371613556534468'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5829987001202499246/posts/default/3912371613556534468'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bluesatinribbons.blogspot.com/2008/07/i-pick-my-own-oranges.html' title='I pick my own oranges'/><author><name>Mandaa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02853058684523248067</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_VhWnN6fgAoU/SGt6zZUwApI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Q-omggsimVM/S220/6x8300dpi.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_VhWnN6fgAoU/SHsDsBCgXtI/AAAAAAAAAB4/lRMFALzOf1Y/s72-c/DSCN1531.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5829987001202499246.post-4185085421795627047</id><published>2008-07-11T19:52:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2008-07-12T17:55:07.387+10:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Animals'/><title type='text'>My OCD</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_VhWnN6fgAoU/SHdRLWTfjJI/AAAAAAAAABY/AvAPhb7YqAw/s1600-h/lildarby06.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Okay, we've got a problem at the moment, regarding our cat. Unfortunately the cute thing (shown below) is practicing his natural male habits indoors, that is marking his territory to make his presence known (as most guys do). We're gonna neuter him and buy some enzyme cleaning products.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_VhWnN6fgAoU/SHdKPRLRZPI/AAAAAAAAAA4/Ksoge7z4qgg/s1600-h/DSCN1509.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5221723919128552690" height="170" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_VhWnN6fgAoU/SHdKPRLRZPI/AAAAAAAAAA4/Ksoge7z4qgg/s200/DSCN1509.JPG" width="214" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;BUT my mum is continually threatening to kick him out in the midst of winter! He's got a blind left eye and bad back legs and my mum still insists he'll be perfectly fine.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's proven that cats live considerably shorter outdoors due to car accidents, injuries, and cat fights!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway, I have returned to my obsession for dogs. Since christmas i've wanted a Cavalier King Charles Spaniel(1st pic) because of it's general good nature and gentle disposition. But i've been worried that it'd suffer from separation anxiety since it relies so much on human companionship and the long hours that it may be alone (uni, work, parties..etc). &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5221727120733818034" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_VhWnN6fgAoU/SHdNJoFczLI/AAAAAAAAABI/SVJiMvZO9EQ/s200/800px-Betty_Verdure.Photo_Ph.BRIZARD.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;After further research (i mean months of procrastination), i found a Poochon (poodle x Bichon Frise) (2nd pic). Some ppl might reprimand me for wishing for one of those 'designer breeds' that many puppy mills inhumanely breed dogs for. But I have several reasons:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5221731221805879474" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_VhWnN6fgAoU/SHdQ4VxOULI/AAAAAAAAABQ/UWo9TRucBd0/s200/lildarby06.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1. A poodle's and Bichon's fur does not shed and produce allergy-triggering dander, which is fantastic for my asthma.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2. They are a small breed so they would be happy with a daily romp in my backyard. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;3. Due to the poodle genes, the long, easily matted fur of the Bichon Frise is much easier to manage.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;4. The usual highly strung temperament of the poodle is crossed with the affectionate tendancies of the Bichon. So i would get intelligence mixed with a wonderful attitude in a Poochon.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;5. Lastly, mixed breeds (or mutts) generally live longer and healthier lives because of the ability to breed out hereditary diseases common in pure breeds.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I love dogs. I love cats. I love guinea pigs. I love mice. I HATE birds and anything that flies. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5829987001202499246-4185085421795627047?l=bluesatinribbons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bluesatinribbons.blogspot.com/feeds/4185085421795627047/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5829987001202499246&amp;postID=4185085421795627047&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5829987001202499246/posts/default/4185085421795627047'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5829987001202499246/posts/default/4185085421795627047'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bluesatinribbons.blogspot.com/2008/07/my-ocd.html' title='My OCD'/><author><name>Mandaa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02853058684523248067</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_VhWnN6fgAoU/SGt6zZUwApI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Q-omggsimVM/S220/6x8300dpi.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_VhWnN6fgAoU/SHdKPRLRZPI/AAAAAAAAAA4/Ksoge7z4qgg/s72-c/DSCN1509.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5829987001202499246.post-7514552509593049894</id><published>2008-07-09T23:29:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2008-07-09T23:38:19.237+10:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Rubbish'/><title type='text'>What?</title><content type='html'>-Are you falling asleep over there?&lt;br /&gt;-No, my eyes are just small.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOL the way in which the guy responded so honestly was ridiculously amusing.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5829987001202499246-7514552509593049894?l=bluesatinribbons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bluesatinribbons.blogspot.com/feeds/7514552509593049894/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5829987001202499246&amp;postID=7514552509593049894&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5829987001202499246/posts/default/7514552509593049894'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5829987001202499246/posts/default/7514552509593049894'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bluesatinribbons.blogspot.com/2008/07/what.html' title='What?'/><author><name>Mandaa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02853058684523248067</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_VhWnN6fgAoU/SGt6zZUwApI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Q-omggsimVM/S220/6x8300dpi.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry></feed>
