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size="-1"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Disorder&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td width="120"&gt;&lt;font face="arial" size="-1"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Rating&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;font face="arial" size="-1"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.4degreez.com/disorder/paranoid.html"&gt;Paranoid Personality Disorder&lt;/a&gt;:&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;font color="#cc0033" face="arial" size="-1"&gt;High&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;font face="arial" size="-1"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.4degreez.com/disorder/schizoid.html"&gt;Schizoid Personality Disorder&lt;/a&gt;:&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;font color="#cc0033" face="arial" size="-1"&gt;High&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;font face="arial" size="-1"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.4degreez.com/disorder/schizotypal.html"&gt;Schizotypal Personality Disorder&lt;/a&gt;:&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;font color="#cc0033" face="arial" size="-1"&gt;High&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;font face="arial" size="-1"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.4degreez.com/disorder/antisocial.html"&gt;Antisocial Personality Disorder&lt;/a&gt;:&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;font color="#990099" face="arial" size="-1"&gt;Moderate&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;font face="arial" size="-1"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.4degreez.com/disorder/borderline.html"&gt;Borderline Personality Disorder&lt;/a&gt;:&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;font color="#ff0000" face="arial" size="-1"&gt;Very High&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;font face="arial" size="-1"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.4degreez.com/disorder/histrionic.html"&gt;Histrionic Personality Disorder&lt;/a&gt;:&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;font color="#990099" face="arial" size="-1"&gt;Moderate&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;font face="arial" size="-1"&gt;&lt;a 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color="#ff0000" face="arial" size="-1"&gt;High&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td colspan="2" align="center"&gt;&lt;font color="#000000" face="arial" size="-1"&gt;&lt;br&gt;-- &lt;a href="http://www.4degreez.com/misc/personality_disorder_test.mv"&gt;Take the Personality Disorder Test&lt;/a&gt; --&lt;br&gt;-- &lt;a href="http://www.4degreez.com/disorder/index.html"&gt;Personality Disorder Info&lt;/a&gt; --&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21907329-1488298868571688804?l=nxt2me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21907329/posts/default/1488298868571688804'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21907329/posts/default/1488298868571688804'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nxt2me.blogspot.com/2010/09/18th-september-2010.html' title='18th September 2010'/><author><name>Midori</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18023594656333749199</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21907329.post-6932131446887719511</id><published>2009-08-31T01:23:00.003+10:00</published><updated>2009-08-31T01:40:29.411+10:00</updated><title type='text'>31st August 2009</title><content type='html'>Suddenly feel like blogging here again.. after so long. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can't sleep, reading an old friend's blog that goes back a few years. A trigger for so many memories from past 5 or so years. Memories are so sweet.. so powerful. They were just playing like a film in my mind right now.....Nostalgia...&lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I used to keep a record..kinda like a small journal of what I do day to day. Reading it would bring back most of what I did those days.. but I've slacked off this year.. I haven't kept any record for a while now, there will be holes in my memories. But that's okay.. hmm maybe thinking about starting again. Maybe next year, 2009 will be just be a blank lol, except for a few days that are....hard to forget. hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This year has gone by so quick, before we know it. It's going to be NYE again.. the best night of every year. Sigh... right now I just feel like going back, being so carefree and naive.. having a reunion with the people in my past. But everything has changed.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And in a few years time. I'll be looking back on today.. All has become memories.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's life.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21907329-6932131446887719511?l=nxt2me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21907329/posts/default/6932131446887719511'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21907329/posts/default/6932131446887719511'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nxt2me.blogspot.com/2009/08/31st-august-2009.html' title='31st August 2009'/><author><name>Midori</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18023594656333749199</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21907329.post-1735189262451773408</id><published>2008-09-26T22:19:00.002+10:00</published><updated>2008-09-26T22:33:32.833+10:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I think I went a bit crazy today. Really. So fucking frustrated about everything. Some people are so so so stubborn, so stupid, think of only themselves. Made me super super annoyed, and then I didn't even want to go and do anything. I COULDN'T. I broke a few things. Want to just close my eyes and get away from everything. I went outside and actually yelled, so loudly. ANYWAY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night was graduation, our group probably the only group in the grade that didn't really cry. Well, except Hana.. who cried so much I think her eyes might be swollen today..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, what I need to do by tomorrow:&lt;br /&gt;x Send email&lt;br /&gt;x Clean room: more procrastination&lt;br /&gt;x Filing *&lt;br /&gt;x Tutorial and 2 exams&lt;br /&gt;x 3 repeats&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My plans never work out, recently.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, that's about it.. going to eat a few things then rest. Have to wake up tomorrow.&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/21907329-1735189262451773408?l=nxt2me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21907329/posts/default/1735189262451773408'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21907329/posts/default/1735189262451773408'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nxt2me.blogspot.com/2008/09/i-think-i-went-bit-crazy-today.html' title=''/><author><name>Midori</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18023594656333749199</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21907329.post-5091271759724681382</id><published>2008-09-05T15:27:00.001+10:00</published><updated>2008-09-05T15:29:57.059+10:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;CONFRONTATION&lt;br /&gt;CONFRONTATION&lt;br /&gt;CONFRONTATION&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;trust me to collect 3 of them, wth&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21907329-5091271759724681382?l=nxt2me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21907329/posts/default/5091271759724681382'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21907329/posts/default/5091271759724681382'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nxt2me.blogspot.com/2008/09/confrontation-confrontation.html' title=''/><author><name>Midori</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18023594656333749199</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21907329.post-8393188436818894485</id><published>2008-08-25T13:21:00.003+10:00</published><updated>2008-08-25T13:27:41.306+10:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>People like you, who constantly attack my weaknesses&lt;br /&gt;Will only eventually make me stronger&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21907329-8393188436818894485?l=nxt2me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21907329/posts/default/8393188436818894485'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21907329/posts/default/8393188436818894485'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nxt2me.blogspot.com/2008/08/people-like-you-who-attack-my.html' title=''/><author><name>Midori</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18023594656333749199</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21907329.post-4359892815237975076</id><published>2008-08-11T15:04:00.002+10:00</published><updated>2008-08-11T15:43:32.337+10:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>hello hello~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life is so retarded! I don't know what to do, so confused. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well, anyway.. Last night, I wrote down what I needed to do today. So far, I haven't done anything.. If I don't do them, I'm seriously going to think of a way to punish myself. My will-power has become so weak, how sad. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Update: SKY LOST MY HOMEWORKS. So now I have to redo them, all 5 of them ): &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sigh, so much to do, and I don't know where to start, and how to start =.= &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SIIIGHHHH. Better do my yearbook page, now!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21907329-4359892815237975076?l=nxt2me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21907329/posts/default/4359892815237975076'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21907329/posts/default/4359892815237975076'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nxt2me.blogspot.com/2008/08/hello-hello-life-is-so-retarded-i-dont.html' title=''/><author><name>Midori</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18023594656333749199</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21907329.post-9046221608266348391</id><published>2008-08-04T23:17:00.003+10:00</published><updated>2008-08-05T00:08:21.437+10:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Life's been interesting recently, though not in the good way- oh well, I'll live I suppose.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm annoyed at the moment. I missed Assessment #3 and had to do it the day after, and I supposedly "failed to provide documentation regarding misadventure after several requests to do so"- quote by my chemistry teacher, when she didn't mention anything at all, ever. And the form is just in my old folder somewhere, forgotten about, but attached to the medical certificate and done. She sent those warning letters home, I suppose she just has a grudge against me, because "Daisy has failed to attend Friday morning classes since the middle of Term 2"-which is every fortnight, and might be true. But still, annoying. I don't go because she teaches me nothing; I know how to read, and if I want photocopied sheets to do I'll just photocopy my own textbooks and do them, thanks. Parents have signed it, I'm not going to sign it unless I'm forced to tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, today Jan took me to doctor. The doctor I usually see wasn't there, so saw another. Then drove around Canley Vale. Went back to Parra to eat, then to the river side, which was really nice but cold. Did nothing much after and then I went home. Blah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been sleeping at 3-4:30am these days. Sigh, not studying though. Oh well, anyway. I can't wait until Friday afternoon! Hopefully my mind can be put to rest by then, hopefully. Going out with Melinda, so excited! ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And hopefully people find the homeworks that I lent Sky, they dissappeared from my pidgeon hole. Gahh.. hopefully.. I want them back, sigh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Talked to Rosie the other night, about a few things, too. Felt pretty relieved after. &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;"..if you haven't got confidence in yourself how in the hell can you expect other people to have confidence in you? What is you know really is off putting is where you see people sort of being an excessively proud or seem to be very proud about things that they've got no reason to be proud about and I mean I think it's very silly to be proud or boast about your intellect and you can be born with a squiggly ear or a crooked nose or fine intellect and you didn't have any bloody thing to do with it. You were born with it. What your responsibility is what you're born with is to nurture it and make the most of it." - Bob Hawke&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/b&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21907329-9046221608266348391?l=nxt2me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21907329/posts/default/9046221608266348391'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21907329/posts/default/9046221608266348391'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nxt2me.blogspot.com/2008/08/lifes-been-interesting-recently-though.html' title=''/><author><name>Midori</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18023594656333749199</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21907329.post-2809192970335494261</id><published>2008-07-25T15:01:00.002+10:00</published><updated>2008-07-25T15:07:46.648+10:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Today, I didn't go to school&lt;br /&gt;I got woken up at 5am, due to girl.. pains&lt;br /&gt;Hurt crazy crazy bad, woke everyone else up&lt;br /&gt;Even cried.. stupid..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well, so I slept til midday and did nothing after&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have an exam at 4:30...... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was thinking..&lt;br /&gt;My friend said I treat him like a little boy&lt;br /&gt;And he'd get angry/annoyed when I do&lt;br /&gt;But I.. don't? &lt;br /&gt;I hate it when I don't know the problem&lt;br /&gt;So I can't fix it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, I feel so awkward and unhappy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Need to take a pill, so I don't die in pain in the exam&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21907329-2809192970335494261?l=nxt2me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21907329/posts/default/2809192970335494261'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21907329/posts/default/2809192970335494261'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nxt2me.blogspot.com/2008/07/today-i-didnt-go-to-school-i-got-woken.html' title=''/><author><name>Midori</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18023594656333749199</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21907329.post-1417577605289038582</id><published>2008-07-22T03:16:00.002+10:00</published><updated>2008-07-22T03:19:42.841+10:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>3:16am &lt;br /&gt;Why is life this way?&lt;br /&gt;Feeling so fucking empty at the moment&lt;br /&gt;Noone to depend on&lt;br /&gt;Noone to share thoughts with&lt;br /&gt;Noone to share pain and happiness with&lt;br /&gt;What I'm afraid of most&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even starting to physically hurt myself again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm sorry for everything I've done&lt;br /&gt;Please just give me my life back&lt;br /&gt;The life I had only less than a month ago&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21907329-1417577605289038582?l=nxt2me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21907329/posts/default/1417577605289038582'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21907329/posts/default/1417577605289038582'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nxt2me.blogspot.com/2008/07/316am-why-is-life-this-way-feeling-so.html' title=''/><author><name>Midori</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18023594656333749199</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21907329.post-2294257701062041626</id><published>2008-07-15T12:22:00.004+10:00</published><updated>2008-07-16T19:12:09.741+10:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>So, nothing much has happened recently.. I watched an interview with Bob Hawkes on ABC1 last night. His words are really wise, I should've taped it, or something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, I have really extreme moodswings. Have to do my scheduled tasks now! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ViS8eNRP77I/SHwKRD1jw0I/AAAAAAAAAPc/UvylqihYF5Q/s1600-h/webcam2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223060956046934850" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ViS8eNRP77I/SHwKRD1jw0I/AAAAAAAAAPc/UvylqihYF5Q/s200/webcam2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; A: This smells soo good &gt;_&lt; I can relax~~~&lt;br /&gt;B: ..........&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21907329-2294257701062041626?l=nxt2me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21907329/posts/default/2294257701062041626'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21907329/posts/default/2294257701062041626'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nxt2me.blogspot.com/2008/07/this-smells-soo-good.html' title=''/><author><name>Midori</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18023594656333749199</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ViS8eNRP77I/SHwKRD1jw0I/AAAAAAAAAPc/UvylqihYF5Q/s72-c/webcam2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21907329.post-442870172080062585</id><published>2008-07-12T01:58:00.002+10:00</published><updated>2008-07-12T02:16:43.832+10:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I can't describe how I feel at the moment. I just want to do somthing to vent everything that's inside me. Too bad I don't have the tools to make myself feel better at the moment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't stand this feeling. I feel like I'm going to go insane.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why WHY THE FUCK am I like this? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, Happy 19 months, Jan~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just turned my computer back on to type this. I'm blind. The keyboard is a big blur, the screen is another blur. Let's see how my typing skills are, yeah? I'll find out tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hope that I can get to sleep. Last night didn't sleep til 3 hours after I got into bed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BY THE WAY. WHY DO I HAVE TO FIND THINGs OUT THIS WAY? I'M ASKING YOU, GUY WHO'S IN THAILAND. I THOUGHT WE SHARED EVERYTHING. INSTEAD, I FELT LIK E A RETARD., GOING THROUGH EMBARRaSSING WAYS. TO KNOW MORE ABOUT YOU. There's a reason I'm like this, after all. Bingo.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21907329-442870172080062585?l=nxt2me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21907329/posts/default/442870172080062585'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21907329/posts/default/442870172080062585'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nxt2me.blogspot.com/2008/07/i-cant-describe-how-i-feel-at-moment.html' title=''/><author><name>Midori</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18023594656333749199</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21907329.post-6216752251945231422</id><published>2008-07-11T21:44:00.002+10:00</published><updated>2008-07-11T21:51:50.910+10:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;I am really &lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;STUPID&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(TT______TT)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21907329-6216752251945231422?l=nxt2me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21907329/posts/default/6216752251945231422'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21907329/posts/default/6216752251945231422'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nxt2me.blogspot.com/2008/07/i-am-really-stupid.html' title=''/><author><name>Midori</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18023594656333749199</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21907329.post-3523443639129077315</id><published>2008-07-09T01:14:00.002+10:00</published><updated>2008-07-09T01:58:24.063+10:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>hello there~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's 1-something am and I'm bored.. kinda used to sleeping at 2am these days, so I don't really want to get ready to sleep until then. Have about 5 tuition homework booklets and two Biology Independent Trial papers in front of me that I've yet to finish. Why the hell am I complaining about boredom when there's work to do?!! I'm so not motivated and extremely lazy.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At about 1-2pm in the afternoon, I'm always thinking I have so much time until I have to sleep! I have so much time to do work.. but I never do anything by the end of the day. @@ So good at procrastinating, seriously.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mm.. anyway, it's really strange.. even when I get enough sleep, but I'm always tired. I'd always want to fall asleep while watching TV at about 4-5 in the afternoon. Is it because of low blood pressure? Does is affect people that much?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jan is neglecting me at the moment. No msn replies, no sms replies, and I don't know where the cordless phone is.. don't want to go looking for it downstairs (so DARK), so I cannot call, also. Mmm.. he's probably picking up some girl at some dodgy place at the moment. pppfffssss&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;@;#*I'm so frustrated! =.= Maybe the result of staying home all day for 2 days in a row now. I should go out tomorrow, force myself to visit tuition to hand in homeworks.. then go shopping.. walk around.. do SOMETHING. And shall be out thursday too, I think. In some ways, I can't wait until November/December; hopefully the direction I'll be heading will be clear by then. I just want to start another section of my life and leave this one behind. Nothing's going to change until then, and if there is a change, it'd be for the worse. WANT TO FORWARD WIND!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jan's still neglecting me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LALALAA.. oh my god. I NEED TO CLEAN MY ROOM/COMPUTER DESK. I've been telling myself to do it for over a week, attempted a couple of times.. I have to do it. I can't even sleep in my room anymore, I feel so.. caustraphobic, and the mess makes my mind feel cluttered. So now I sleep on a super comfy sofa in front of TV. Hahahaha.. but it's comfortable!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What else do I need to do. Oh been telling myself to place in an order for clothes online, too. On that note, have to pay Annie back for clothing ordered on Zipia a couple of weeks back. Probably envelope it into her mailbox to her mum or something... after I tell her! Have to do that before holidays end, too.. or during trials.. something..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My contacts are drying up, from staring at the computer screen. I hate it, so annoying. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish I were more organised, and I think I've lost my amazing willpower that I used to have. I wish I had that now too. Must get it back, soon.. somehow. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So so so so sleeptime soon, tomorrow (today?) I must:&lt;br /&gt;1. Wake up somewhat early, might prevent strange dreams &lt;br /&gt;2. Place in order for clothing&lt;br /&gt;3. Do chemistry homework&lt;br /&gt;4. GO OUT&lt;br /&gt;5. Clean room/desk/floor!&lt;br /&gt;6. Photocopy and do Biology trial papers&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do-able. So I better do it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mm.. hope today will be a better day than yesterday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Retarded random and messy post. You're probably really bored if you're still reading..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Goodnight then&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21907329-3523443639129077315?l=nxt2me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21907329/posts/default/3523443639129077315'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21907329/posts/default/3523443639129077315'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nxt2me.blogspot.com/2008/07/hello-there-its-1-something-am-and-im.html' title=''/><author><name>Midori</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18023594656333749199</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21907329.post-5001764577392969148</id><published>2008-07-05T00:53:00.002+10:00</published><updated>2008-07-05T15:33:26.744+10:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Taking a risk is often your first step towards success.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you don't take some risks, you won't get the chance to succeed.&lt;br /&gt;While you are trying, you are winning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The law of averages is on your side.&lt;br /&gt;The more you try, the greater your chance of succeeding.&lt;br /&gt;Never get discouraged.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every wrong attempt is another step forward.&lt;br /&gt;People that make no mistakes usually don't make anything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Make up your mind not merely to overcome a thousand obstacles,&lt;br /&gt;but to win in spite of a thousand defeats.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your mistakes are stepping stones to success and&lt;br /&gt;your installment payments to victory.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can't be a winner and be afraid to lose &lt;/b&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21907329-5001764577392969148?l=nxt2me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21907329/posts/default/5001764577392969148'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21907329/posts/default/5001764577392969148'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nxt2me.blogspot.com/2008/07/taking-risk-is-often-your-first-step.html' title=''/><author><name>Midori</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18023594656333749199</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21907329.post-8791420134572269427</id><published>2008-06-29T18:14:00.003+10:00</published><updated>2008-06-29T18:34:16.966+10:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Wow I've been blogging everyday.. I guess it's because I have noone to talk to.. and nothing to do when not studying... which is quite often.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm annoyed at about 100 things about myself at the moment. I was just typing them all out in an attempt to sort out my thoughts out manually, but I was up to about 15 and then I gave up.. while trying to put one of them into words. I guess I wouldn't've typed all of it truthfully anyway, because I'm sure some of things I'm annoyed at would sound too stupid and embarrassing to reveal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So/Also, I'm getting into this uncontrollable habit again. This stupid OCD I had is coming back to me. It's really crazy. I don't even want to describe what it's like because it'll  sound.. REALLY wierd. It's sooo annoying, and my mind can't fight it away. I have to somehow forget about it. I think it started in year 3-4 years ago. It makes my head hurt from thinking, thinking, thinking. I thought I completely got over it, until now.&lt;br /&gt;FUCKING HELLLLLL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I used to write books and books of useless things before. I read some of it when I (thought) I was over it, and they sounded so...... gah, so retarded. I chucked them all out. (*#&amp;@*&amp;#(*@73&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm starting to get insomnia, too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MY HEAD HURTS. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AHHHH! I just want to be happy.... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'LL BE ALRIGHT! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have to clean my room and computer desk, all these notes/paper/books everywhere.. so hard to sort because some things don't have dates on them. Now I need to blowdry Mimi. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, I'm really screwed up. I hate myself so so so much.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21907329-8791420134572269427?l=nxt2me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21907329/posts/default/8791420134572269427'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21907329/posts/default/8791420134572269427'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nxt2me.blogspot.com/2008/06/wow-ive-been-blogging-everyday.html' title=''/><author><name>Midori</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18023594656333749199</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21907329.post-278901844806136448</id><published>2008-06-28T22:07:00.001+10:00</published><updated>2008-06-28T22:10:47.612+10:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Why is it that you're never there for me?&lt;br /&gt;You never even make an effort to be there for me&lt;br /&gt;It's one of the few things that I can't get myself to get used to..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm just not strong enough&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21907329-278901844806136448?l=nxt2me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21907329/posts/default/278901844806136448'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21907329/posts/default/278901844806136448'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nxt2me.blogspot.com/2008/06/why-is-it-that-youre-never-there-for-me.html' title=''/><author><name>Midori</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18023594656333749199</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21907329.post-7838159547967239144</id><published>2008-06-28T00:45:00.009+10:00</published><updated>2008-08-02T22:16:00.022+10:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'm webcamming with Jan at the moment. Gah, I miss him so much! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ViS8eNRP77I/SGT9uh48a2I/AAAAAAAAAPM/sw8HB5W4l34/s1600-h/imissyoujann.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ViS8eNRP77I/SGT9uh48a2I/AAAAAAAAAPM/sw8HB5W4l34/s320/imissyoujann.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5216573244214897506" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;HEHEHE &lt;3 Sigh, I feel like a little girl..... Well, I'm going to sleep now. So tired.. and I guess I need to study hard tomorrow! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Goodnight!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21907329-7838159547967239144?l=nxt2me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21907329/posts/default/7838159547967239144'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21907329/posts/default/7838159547967239144'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nxt2me.blogspot.com/2008/06/hehehe.html' title=''/><author><name>Midori</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18023594656333749199</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ViS8eNRP77I/SGT9uh48a2I/AAAAAAAAAPM/sw8HB5W4l34/s72-c/imissyoujann.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21907329.post-5796468354323631833</id><published>2008-06-27T19:24:00.001+10:00</published><updated>2008-06-27T19:26:37.806+10:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'll just keep telling myself that I'll be alright.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ViS8eNRP77I/SGSyKQUQwpI/AAAAAAAAAO8/8bGe7mV4X7Y/s1600-h/qqtired76779.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ViS8eNRP77I/SGSyKQUQwpI/AAAAAAAAAO8/8bGe7mV4X7Y/s320/qqtired76779.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5216490157650264722" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21907329-5796468354323631833?l=nxt2me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21907329/posts/default/5796468354323631833'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21907329/posts/default/5796468354323631833'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nxt2me.blogspot.com/2008/06/ill-just-keep-telling-myself-that-ill.html' title=''/><author><name>Midori</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18023594656333749199</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ViS8eNRP77I/SGSyKQUQwpI/AAAAAAAAAO8/8bGe7mV4X7Y/s72-c/qqtired76779.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21907329.post-3870038330381165504</id><published>2008-06-26T21:15:00.003+10:00</published><updated>2008-06-27T19:23:32.920+10:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;I feel.. that everything is pointless&lt;br /&gt;that everything is so bland, and life is rather not worth all this trouble&lt;br /&gt;I feel like.. I can't be bothered with anything&lt;br /&gt;I feel.. empty cold and so alone..&lt;br /&gt;and so helpless..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would love to turn back time and pause..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I haven't felt this properly for so long.. more than a year or so.... and I'm not used to it anymore.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FUCKKK.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apparantly, it might be just withdrawal symptoms.. Jan is on the plane at the moment about 7.5 hours away from me.. and I've been staring at his photo all day.. knowing I won't see him for many weeks.. like some love sick retard&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really don't know&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't concentrate on anything at the moment&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FUCKING HELLWHATTHEFUCK is wrong with people these days!?!! SERIOUSLY WHAT THE FUCK.. fucking pissed off.. cannot live this way man.. I just want to AHH! this is what fucking happens when you are used to depending on someone.. when they're not there for you for some reason, you are forced to deal with everything by yourself.. and in my case, survival rate is slim&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21907329-3870038330381165504?l=nxt2me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21907329/posts/default/3870038330381165504'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21907329/posts/default/3870038330381165504'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nxt2me.blogspot.com/2008/06/i-feel.html' title=''/><author><name>Midori</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18023594656333749199</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21907329.post-3595672142899939783</id><published>2008-06-19T00:29:00.002+10:00</published><updated>2008-06-19T00:50:20.718+10:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>hello people!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;long time no post on my blog..... hope everyone's cheerful these days! ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nothing much has been happening I guess.. I got sick for the 3rd time this year, with the flu instead of the cold this time, though.. and other than that I've just been schooling.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it is very boring and very very very tiring, waking up in the morning is very hard.. and also, my body has been feeling weak all the time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I looked in my diary today, and I think I broke all my new year resolutions for this year.. and I thought they were pretty easily achievable....... sigh I am very bad aren't I..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ahh.. anyway.. I don't have much to say, maybe blog again soon!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sorry for the pathetic update&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;night &lt;3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21907329-3595672142899939783?l=nxt2me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21907329/posts/default/3595672142899939783'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21907329/posts/default/3595672142899939783'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nxt2me.blogspot.com/2008/06/hello-people-long-time-no-post-on-my.html' title=''/><author><name>Midori</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18023594656333749199</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21907329.post-2726803928141878627</id><published>2008-06-04T23:27:00.002+10:00</published><updated>2008-06-04T23:33:09.123+10:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>with every single person supporting you.. and caring for you..&lt;br /&gt;loving you..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;have you ever felt that the only person who wasn't on your side, was yourself?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21907329-2726803928141878627?l=nxt2me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21907329/posts/default/2726803928141878627'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21907329/posts/default/2726803928141878627'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nxt2me.blogspot.com/2008/06/with-every-single-person-supporting-you.html' title=''/><author><name>Midori</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18023594656333749199</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21907329.post-3867057162104545833</id><published>2008-04-26T00:16:00.002+10:00</published><updated>2008-04-26T01:01:15.955+10:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>It's 12:20am.. I have Bio to study for Ket tomorrow.. and I'm here blogging =_= what the fucck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WELL, It was Jan's 20th Birthday last Friday.. and so we went out to eat and blah. And, on this rare occasion, I brought my camera! So I have photos to blog for once!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ViS8eNRP77I/SBHmrcPeL-I/AAAAAAAAAN8/jV3k4dhH1ec/s1600-h/29thIMG_1511.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5193185479324741602" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ViS8eNRP77I/SBHmrcPeL-I/AAAAAAAAAN8/jV3k4dhH1ec/s200/29thIMG_1511.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Merh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ViS8eNRP77I/SBHmJsPeL9I/AAAAAAAAAN0/zAb-DbkLiMA/s1600-h/29thIMG_1513.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5193184899504156626" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ViS8eNRP77I/SBHmJsPeL9I/AAAAAAAAAN0/zAb-DbkLiMA/s200/29thIMG_1513.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Doootdoot..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ViS8eNRP77I/SBHm8sPeL_I/AAAAAAAAAOE/HgrPUGoQbEg/s1600-h/29thIMG_1518.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5193185775677485042" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ViS8eNRP77I/SBHm8sPeL_I/AAAAAAAAAOE/HgrPUGoQbEg/s200/29thIMG_1518.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; FUJIYA. Maybe I'm stupid, but I thought Seoul Ria was Fujiya before =_= When I went to the actual Fujia this time, I insisted to Jan that they had a renovation!....................... We made a bet of $10, and I lost it. I feel so... stupid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ViS8eNRP77I/SBHnKcPeMAI/AAAAAAAAAOM/E09MFzaPSVc/s1600-h/29thIMG_1520.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5193186011900686338" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ViS8eNRP77I/SBHnKcPeMAI/AAAAAAAAAOM/E09MFzaPSVc/s200/29thIMG_1520.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Jan can't wink.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ViS8eNRP77I/SBHnncPeMBI/AAAAAAAAAOU/eIPRA5p2HSU/s1600-h/29thIMG_1525.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5193186510116892690" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ViS8eNRP77I/SBHnncPeMBI/AAAAAAAAAOU/eIPRA5p2HSU/s200/29thIMG_1525.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Cake I bought for Jan, since it was just the two of us, I decided to not get a plain one-flavoured cake, but made the Breadtop people arrange slices in a cake for me. Girl who served me was like o_o... I can't do it *grabs another girl*..... what's so hard about making a circle =_=;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ViS8eNRP77I/SBHo0MPeMCI/AAAAAAAAAOc/1pehMfVg6HM/s1600-h/29thIMG_1532.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5193187828671852578" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ViS8eNRP77I/SBHo0MPeMCI/AAAAAAAAAOc/1pehMfVg6HM/s200/29thIMG_1532.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; LOVE ^3^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ViS8eNRP77I/SBHpIMPeMDI/AAAAAAAAAOk/35Mesz3zLHg/s1600-h/29thIMG_1533.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5193188172269236274" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ViS8eNRP77I/SBHpIMPeMDI/AAAAAAAAAOk/35Mesz3zLHg/s200/29thIMG_1533.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Wish may possibly come true as he blew them all out at once. There weren't 20 candles though. I thought it'd look cluttered.. just one on each slice (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ViS8eNRP77I/SBHu7cPeMFI/AAAAAAAAAO0/YDSO0WUxdfY/s1600-h/29thIMG_1536a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5193194550295670866" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ViS8eNRP77I/SBHu7cPeMFI/AAAAAAAAAO0/YDSO0WUxdfY/s200/29thIMG_1536a.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Eyes are half-closed, and I look drugged and yucky.. But Jan looks preeety in this picture so I decided to keep it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ViS8eNRP77I/SBHsLsPeMEI/AAAAAAAAAOs/LPhhwiWj9Nw/s1600-h/29thIMG_1501.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5193191530933661762" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ViS8eNRP77I/SBHsLsPeMEI/AAAAAAAAAOs/LPhhwiWj9Nw/s200/29thIMG_1501.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; kisskisskisskiss!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, it's late now.... I must attempt to study. Or I'll wake up early tomorrow to study.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21907329-3867057162104545833?l=nxt2me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21907329/posts/default/3867057162104545833'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21907329/posts/default/3867057162104545833'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nxt2me.blogspot.com/2008/04/its-1220am.html' title=''/><author><name>Midori</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18023594656333749199</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ViS8eNRP77I/SBHmrcPeL-I/AAAAAAAAAN8/jV3k4dhH1ec/s72-c/29thIMG_1511.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21907329.post-8489772677904124065</id><published>2008-04-14T14:33:00.002+10:00</published><updated>2008-04-14T15:03:41.783+10:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;GREETINGS :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Long time no post I know.. hope everyone's been well. Holidays just started for me, how exciting.. have so much work to do.... ;_;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't think holidays will be so exciting, but it's better than school I guess. Weather's so fucking cold. Its only autumn...... @#^!@ hate being cold....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I have to finish my yearbook page, think it was due yesterday... but I don't know what to put on it, seriously. Have to clean my room and computer desk thing.. which is hard cos there's shit everywhere.. was meant to do it yesterday but I kept putting it off... -_-; Andd... online clothing shopping yayy! ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MUSTN'T PUT THESE OFF FOR ANY LONGER! DIES.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ANYWAY, going to eat.. hungry!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BYEEE.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21907329-8489772677904124065?l=nxt2me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21907329/posts/default/8489772677904124065'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21907329/posts/default/8489772677904124065'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nxt2me.blogspot.com/2008/04/greetings-d-long-time-no-post-i-know.html' title=''/><author><name>Midori</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18023594656333749199</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21907329.post-4970100749496883758</id><published>2008-04-01T19:24:00.002+11:00</published><updated>2008-04-01T19:32:27.249+11:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>what's with people these days.. seriously..&lt;br /&gt;so stupid and with a child-like attitude, but they think they're so smart and so mature&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;or maybe I'm just talking to the wrong people&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21907329-4970100749496883758?l=nxt2me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21907329/posts/default/4970100749496883758'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21907329/posts/default/4970100749496883758'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nxt2me.blogspot.com/2008/04/whats-with-people-these-days.html' title=''/><author><name>Midori</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18023594656333749199</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21907329.post-4183809568580896342</id><published>2008-03-01T02:13:00.002+11:00</published><updated>2008-03-01T02:20:25.097+11:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Fuck that&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why give another chance for?&lt;br /&gt;Nothing's ever acknowledged or appreciated..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nothing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I gave you another chance.. Your words sounded like they were from your heart, but in fact they were empty.&lt;br /&gt;You never keep your word.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It seems I'm up at 2:30am doing nothing, right?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21907329-4183809568580896342?l=nxt2me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21907329/posts/default/4183809568580896342'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21907329/posts/default/4183809568580896342'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nxt2me.blogspot.com/2008/03/fuck-that-why-give-another-chance-for.html' title=''/><author><name>Midori</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18023594656333749199</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21907329.post-7252476070162746118</id><published>2008-02-29T18:32:00.003+11:00</published><updated>2008-02-29T18:43:50.944+11:00</updated><title type='text'>29 February 2008</title><content type='html'>Reminder:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:150%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;"The HSC more accurately measures how hard you work, rather than your level of intelligence."&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;..............&lt;br /&gt;SIGH.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21907329-7252476070162746118?l=nxt2me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21907329/posts/default/7252476070162746118'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21907329/posts/default/7252476070162746118'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nxt2me.blogspot.com/2008/02/29-february-2008.html' title='29 February 2008'/><author><name>Midori</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18023594656333749199</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21907329.post-1493317983614420867</id><published>2008-02-16T17:31:00.002+11:00</published><updated>2008-02-16T21:43:05.555+11:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:180%;"&gt;All our knowledge merely helps us to die a more painful death than animals that know nothing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21907329-1493317983614420867?l=nxt2me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21907329/posts/default/1493317983614420867'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21907329/posts/default/1493317983614420867'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nxt2me.blogspot.com/2008/02/all-our-knowledge-merely-helps-us-to.html' title=''/><author><name>Midori</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18023594656333749199</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21907329.post-2473691800031665340</id><published>2008-02-16T17:16:00.002+11:00</published><updated>2008-02-16T17:28:02.365+11:00</updated><title type='text'>16 February 2008</title><content type='html'>Been kind of alright lately......&lt;br /&gt;Haven't been doing too much, should study twice as much as I currently do..&lt;br /&gt;Feeling stressed. Getting headaches all the time, and haven't been to see doctor yet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14th February was a busy day, even though I didn't go to school. Made Strawberry Cheesecake for &lt;b&gt;Jan&lt;/b&gt;! &lt;b&gt;Melinda&lt;/b&gt; came to help speed up the process, cos I also had to go to Burwood to get my braces off. I failed the night before, though.. didn't beat the eggs enough ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yup, ended up meeting &lt;b&gt;Jan&lt;/b&gt; at 6pm~ went to City, and ate! Then went to watch Jumper, which was alright, and bum around as usual. Was a happy day but tiring day..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thankyou to &lt;b&gt;Mel&lt;/b&gt; for helping me, and thankyou to &lt;b&gt;Jan&lt;/b&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Got our assessment timetable: so I'm currently worried about english, maths and eco..&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/21907329-2473691800031665340?l=nxt2me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21907329/posts/default/2473691800031665340'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21907329/posts/default/2473691800031665340'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nxt2me.blogspot.com/2008/02/16-february-2008.html' title='16 February 2008'/><author><name>Midori</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18023594656333749199</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21907329.post-3764570084328898140</id><published>2008-02-06T19:36:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2008-02-06T19:37:18.817+11:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:300%;"&gt;not good enough&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21907329-3764570084328898140?l=nxt2me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21907329/posts/default/3764570084328898140'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21907329/posts/default/3764570084328898140'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nxt2me.blogspot.com/2008/02/not-good-enough.html' title=''/><author><name>Midori</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18023594656333749199</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21907329.post-4738026036168950980</id><published>2008-02-05T22:06:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2008-02-05T22:21:16.574+11:00</updated><title type='text'>5 February 2008</title><content type='html'>Hello there~&lt;br /&gt;Hope everyone's well!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;School started last Wednesday and I'm already pretty tired! How am I going to survive the rest of this year??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Only been schooling/tuition since school started.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been getting headaches pretty often recently.. feel nauseous a lot, but I'm not too sure why...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Going to see a doctor hopefully this weekend..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Feel so unwell, so stressed, so unhappy.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sighs......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hope everything will turn out alright...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21907329-4738026036168950980?l=nxt2me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21907329/posts/default/4738026036168950980'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21907329/posts/default/4738026036168950980'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nxt2me.blogspot.com/2008/02/5-february-2008.html' title='5 February 2008'/><author><name>Midori</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18023594656333749199</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21907329.post-7341130342702901592</id><published>2008-01-23T20:55:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2008-01-23T21:12:49.520+11:00</updated><title type='text'>23 January 2007</title><content type='html'>TIRED. *@&amp;amp;^#(!&amp;amp;^@#&amp;amp;@#! Whatever.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had a good day though.&lt;br /&gt;I made pasta and then double choc cookies with lover.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is Didi, lover's dog! So cute, wearing my key necklace :3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5158609127904102770" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ViS8eNRP77I/R5cPq5vPyXI/AAAAAAAAANM/EGjYdQniHI8/s200/Image040.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5158609385602140546" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ViS8eNRP77I/R5cP55vPyYI/AAAAAAAAANU/-y3mlegLGzo/s200/Image048.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Daisy Street, Chatswood. &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5158610571013114258" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ViS8eNRP77I/R5cQ-5vPyZI/AAAAAAAAANc/p1m4ZPB9XKc/s200/Image023.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No good pictures of lover. Next time folks!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Being emo at Epping yesterday. Thinking about many things that happened in the past that makes me sad, makes me want to go back and live in the past. Then finally snap out of it and take a picture! &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5158611034869582242" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ViS8eNRP77I/R5cRZ5vPyaI/AAAAAAAAANk/aSTb99nlKWs/s200/Image046.jpg" border="0" /&gt; In such a ............. mood atm.&lt;br /&gt;BUT THANKYOU TO MY LOVER FOR A GREAT DAY.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21907329-7341130342702901592?l=nxt2me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21907329/posts/default/7341130342702901592'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21907329/posts/default/7341130342702901592'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nxt2me.blogspot.com/2008/01/23-january-2007.html' title='23 January 2007'/><author><name>Midori</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18023594656333749199</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ViS8eNRP77I/R5cPq5vPyXI/AAAAAAAAANM/EGjYdQniHI8/s72-c/Image040.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21907329.post-8631385626558048845</id><published>2008-01-17T16:13:00.001+11:00</published><updated>2008-01-17T16:48:18.540+11:00</updated><title type='text'>17th January 2007</title><content type='html'>Been doing nothing. Went to City yesterday for dentist appt. and then went shopping by myself buying clothes. Today visit ortho at Burwood early in the morning.. then go home =_=; Taking braces off soon, hopefully. But teeth still feel in an awkward position, seriously felt better like a year ago. Hope ortho will understand me and fix it.. ):):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yah that's about it.. haven't been studying much. No mood lately. I don't know why, I feel like I've changed so much during the past year.. I'm having thoughts I wouldn't normally have, feelings I wouldn't normally feel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, took a couple of photos a few minutes ago. So bored. Edited it so you can't see my face clearly, which is a good thing for you guys :D Thank me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ViS8eNRP77I/R47lie3hv8I/AAAAAAAAAMs/e-2oATe_2Ac/s1600-h/cap1edit.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5156311003950071746" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ViS8eNRP77I/R47lie3hv8I/AAAAAAAAAMs/e-2oATe_2Ac/s200/cap1edit.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ViS8eNRP77I/R47lyO3hv9I/AAAAAAAAAM0/ax7dZv1uEL0/s1600-h/cap2edit.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5156311274533011410" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ViS8eNRP77I/R47lyO3hv9I/AAAAAAAAAM0/ax7dZv1uEL0/s200/cap2edit.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And this is from a while ago. Love him :3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ViS8eNRP77I/R47rSe3hv_I/AAAAAAAAANE/ftiXUzKrh-Q/s1600-h/DSC00642.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ViS8eNRP77I/R47rSe3hv_I/AAAAAAAAANE/ftiXUzKrh-Q/s320/DSC00642.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5156317326141931506" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21907329-8631385626558048845?l=nxt2me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21907329/posts/default/8631385626558048845'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21907329/posts/default/8631385626558048845'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nxt2me.blogspot.com/2008/01/17th-january-2007.html' title='17th January 2007'/><author><name>Midori</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18023594656333749199</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ViS8eNRP77I/R47lie3hv8I/AAAAAAAAAMs/e-2oATe_2Ac/s72-c/cap1edit.bmp' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21907329.post-7511712755313632182</id><published>2008-01-14T12:01:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2008-01-14T12:12:33.560+11:00</updated><title type='text'>14th January 2008</title><content type='html'>Been busy recently. Spent every day shopping/eating at different places with family friends. Spent much $$. They left on the morning of the 12th. Miss them already, and it's so quiet without them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's only 2 weeks left of the holidays...... OMG. Can't wait til post HSC ;_;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well..............&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't really have anything to blog about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have to go cook lunch now. Then get ready to go tuition.. have to train it there. =_=; I am soo lazy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*****&lt;br /&gt;I'll suffocate without you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21907329-7511712755313632182?l=nxt2me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21907329/posts/default/7511712755313632182'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21907329/posts/default/7511712755313632182'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nxt2me.blogspot.com/2008/01/14th-january-2008.html' title='14th January 2008'/><author><name>Midori</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18023594656333749199</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21907329.post-9186288882771615009</id><published>2008-01-02T17:43:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2008-01-02T18:23:58.559+11:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>At home by myself.. lazy day..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2008 now.. but I haven't really thought about it being a new year..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Didn't feel that inspirational feeling that I've felt during the past couple of years.. Instead, I had a feeling of wanting to disappear from the world, is this a sign?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nevertheless, I didn't dissappear, so I sat down last night.. and made a couple of brief resolutions for the new year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hrm..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*****&lt;br /&gt;On the night of NYE, just spent time with &lt;b&gt;Jan&lt;/b&gt;. Went to eat dinner, take photos, K &amp;amp; drink. &lt;b&gt;Jan&lt;/b&gt; bumped into his friends, so in the end.. he drank more and more.. and he became crazily happy (drunk). But he is cute when he's drunk, so it's okay :3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thankyou to &lt;b&gt;Sweetie&lt;/b&gt; for being with me and caring for me, before and after you became drunk! ^__^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;******&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Happy New Year&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt; to everybody, and I hope everyone has a great year, and achieves their New Year Resolutions!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21907329-9186288882771615009?l=nxt2me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21907329/posts/default/9186288882771615009'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21907329/posts/default/9186288882771615009'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nxt2me.blogspot.com/2008/01/at-home-by-myself.html' title=''/><author><name>Midori</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18023594656333749199</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21907329.post-8980078566773248316</id><published>2007-12-24T14:06:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2007-12-24T14:20:49.255+11:00</updated><title type='text'>24 December 2007</title><content type='html'>Reminded of the time you stood up for her..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To you, my side always has to be in the wrong&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To outsiders, it is obvious who is lying to who..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why couldn't you see it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To you, my friend was lying to me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Think: Why would he lie, he is not a close friend, he will not bother trying to lie to me, it doesn't make a difference to him or our "friendship"..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is it that you see in her, even after so long, that completely blinds you to the most obvious truth?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was upset, but I couldn't be bothered to try to explain to you for more than a very short time; my words fell on deaf ears.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I don't expect you to ever see or understand what really happened.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*****&lt;br /&gt;Have a &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;M&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;E&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;R&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;R&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Y&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;C&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;H&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;R&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;S&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;T&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;M&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;A&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;S&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, everyone! :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21907329-8980078566773248316?l=nxt2me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21907329/posts/default/8980078566773248316'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21907329/posts/default/8980078566773248316'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nxt2me.blogspot.com/2007/12/24-december-2007.html' title='24 December 2007'/><author><name>Midori</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18023594656333749199</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21907329.post-713429177296324655</id><published>2007-12-23T14:24:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2007-12-23T15:01:23.306+11:00</updated><title type='text'>23 December 2007</title><content type='html'>heelloo heellooo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been cleaning today... cos I didn't properly clean the other day =_=.. anyway, so I'm at home again today!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night was really relaxing and fun..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Parents drove me to the City.. and I waited for &lt;b&gt;Jan&lt;/b&gt; because he was later than me for once. He called me, and I was complaining for him to come sooner the whole way he was travelling to the City. I'm very impatient, and in a couple.. only the girl has a reason to be late!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We walked around playing with a "Soduku" rubix cube that he brought from Dymocks. It was hard.. and I only kinda learnt how to do two layers of a colour rubix cube (still get confused a bit with the 2nd layer).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we suddenly felt hungry, so we spent a long time trying to think of where to go to eat, that we haven't been to before.. Then I remembered &lt;b&gt;Shelia&lt;/b&gt; telling me about Katsumi~ this Japanese restaurant. So, went to Katsumi and ate lots of food!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;FOOD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt; *__*&lt;br /&gt;2 plates of Beef Tataki, Wagyu(?) Steak, Large Sushi plate(boat?), yummy marinated chicken, Rice&amp;amp;&amp;amp;Miso soup and and alcohol.. 2x hot Sake, Gomango cocktail, and green apple Chu-hai~ *loove*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A few hours later.. we went to Darling Harbour to talk. Walk around the City for a while longer and then parents drove me home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Simple and very relaxing! ^__^ Should bring my camera to take some nice photos next time.. for myself, too. Otherwise my memory might distort some things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well, I still have heaps to do! Might update later on..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21907329-713429177296324655?l=nxt2me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21907329/posts/default/713429177296324655'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21907329/posts/default/713429177296324655'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nxt2me.blogspot.com/2007/12/heelloo-heellooo-ive-been-cleaning.html' title='23 December 2007'/><author><name>Midori</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18023594656333749199</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21907329.post-5221533375222103911</id><published>2007-12-21T11:37:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2007-12-21T13:35:39.430+11:00</updated><title type='text'>21 December 2007</title><content type='html'>Greetings!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm at home, alone with &lt;b&gt;Mimi&lt;/b&gt;.. cooking noodles, eating mango ^O^.... needing to completely clean my room today~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I haven't blogged, in quite a while.. not sure if I have, but it feels that way.. I have nothing to blog about, anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's basically the beginning of the holidays, and it seems that this holiday will be a busy one.. sigh..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Family friends coming from NZ on the 27th til 12th January.. so gotta take their daughter/sons around during that time.. to shop and to eat..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And &lt;u&gt;I must&lt;/u&gt; also &lt;u&gt;study&lt;/u&gt;..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, congratulations to all those '07 high school graduates who got their UAIs yesterday. NSG is 2nd again! Ahh OMG I don't want to go through this HSC process....... D:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#)@*#!*@&amp;amp;*!@!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hrmm.. &lt;b&gt;Jan&lt;/b&gt; &amp;amp; I's 1 year was on the 12th of this month! ^__^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5146243656442822578" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ViS8eNRP77I/R2shVu3hv7I/AAAAAAAAAMk/gtndjt8NBJQ/s200/DSC00674.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;HAPPY ONE YEAR, SWEETIE!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*****&lt;br /&gt;"She looks... too big for him... and her head is too big compared to his.. and.. O_O " - S. Hu&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel really mean.. but I thought what she said was really funny.&lt;br /&gt;"her head is too big" like what the hell =_=;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well, I guess this is just something mean, but made me feel a little better nonetheless.. thanks &lt;b&gt;Shelley&lt;/b&gt; &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How do you know if someone is nice, if there's no evilness to compare it with.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21907329-5221533375222103911?l=nxt2me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21907329/posts/default/5221533375222103911'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21907329/posts/default/5221533375222103911'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nxt2me.blogspot.com/2007/12/greetings-im-at-home-alone-with-mimi.html' title='21 December 2007'/><author><name>Midori</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18023594656333749199</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ViS8eNRP77I/R2shVu3hv7I/AAAAAAAAAMk/gtndjt8NBJQ/s72-c/DSC00674.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21907329.post-3496917160723111989</id><published>2007-12-05T01:18:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2007-12-05T01:44:32.076+11:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:200%;color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Happy 17th Birthday, Annie!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish you a wonderful year of happiness and luck and good health and......... everything!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hope you're enjoying uni, and life in general over there in Canada!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;3&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21907329-3496917160723111989?l=nxt2me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21907329/posts/default/3496917160723111989'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21907329/posts/default/3496917160723111989'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nxt2me.blogspot.com/2007/12/happy-17th-birthday-annie-i-wish-you.html' title=''/><author><name>Midori</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18023594656333749199</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21907329.post-6465311704726865657</id><published>2007-11-28T20:25:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2007-11-28T20:41:17.456+11:00</updated><title type='text'>28 November 2007</title><content type='html'>Haha, thankyou for giving me so much happiness, then turning it all around the next day. And on such a special day for me (probably not for you), as well. I was happy pretty much all morning.. even with all 6 assessments coming up in the next week, and lack of sleep. Happy! I was alive.. on that can of V and my clearer mind; all the useless excess thoughts that've elimated from my mind the night before. Yeah, until I found out all your words were lies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then it all turned dark.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm meant to be studying at the moment, but I can't really.. not before I get at least a portion out of my system.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I care, no doubt. I don't know why you can't see something that's so simple and clear. Everyone can see, except for you. Who sees it first hand, all actions directed towards you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, normally I'd be alright. But at the moment, it's the wrong time. There's too fucking much to handle at the moment. So just leave me alone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do whatever you like (not like I need to tell you that). I have no choice but to leave it to fate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you don't want to be with me, then just tell me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Involved: vision. photo. mind. type.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21907329-6465311704726865657?l=nxt2me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21907329/posts/default/6465311704726865657'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21907329/posts/default/6465311704726865657'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nxt2me.blogspot.com/2007/11/28-november-2007.html' title='28 November 2007'/><author><name>Midori</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18023594656333749199</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21907329.post-3308083295246738827</id><published>2007-11-22T22:22:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2007-11-22T23:07:19.142+11:00</updated><title type='text'>22 November 2007</title><content type='html'>I DON'T WANT TO BE IN YEAR12..... T_T&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hrm.. anyway...... a few photos with 2 of my 4 dear school friends :3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This was during our Monday 2nd period free a couple of weeks ago. That evening, &lt;b&gt;Yvonne&lt;/b&gt; suprised me sending me a collage of the photos via email! ^__^ *love* Yeah. We were... bored...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ViS8eNRP77I/R0Vo2SUrmkI/AAAAAAAAAL0/IlZrXPPLeVU/s1600-h/doisy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5135626231926725186" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ViS8eNRP77I/R0Vo2SUrmkI/AAAAAAAAAL0/IlZrXPPLeVU/s320/doisy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;(click picture to enlarge!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, taken today.. were these of &lt;b&gt;Melinda&lt;/b&gt; and I:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ViS8eNRP77I/R0VsSyUrmlI/AAAAAAAAAL8/ANhmxGUc5vs/s1600-h/bubblefaces.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5135630020087880274" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ViS8eNRP77I/R0VsSyUrmlI/AAAAAAAAAL8/ANhmxGUc5vs/s320/bubblefaces.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Haha, I look retarded, but &lt;b&gt;Mel&lt;/b&gt;'s pose just made the photo a really cute photo! She looks 5..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ViS8eNRP77I/R0VtkSUrmmI/AAAAAAAAAME/Sei6Oxib5hE/s1600-h/headbackheadfront.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5135631420247218786" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ViS8eNRP77I/R0VtkSUrmmI/AAAAAAAAAME/Sei6Oxib5hE/s320/headbackheadfront.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Umm.. one of &lt;b&gt;Mel&lt;/b&gt;'s strange idea of a pose.. "Daisy, push your head back! I'll stretch my head to the front!" - I tried. And so did she. Lols! =_=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ViS8eNRP77I/R0Vw1iUrmpI/AAAAAAAAAMc/c6JYnstX-Jg/s1600-h/wth.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5135635015134845586" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ViS8eNRP77I/R0Vw1iUrmpI/AAAAAAAAAMc/c6JYnstX-Jg/s320/wth.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I was meant to be giving a dirty (took 20 seconds to find the "perfect" positioning of the head and the eyes), and she was meant to be the victim of my scary eyeing. But.. obviously I can't play the part.. instead, the look on my face reads "Er.. what are you doing? &lt;b&gt;Mel&lt;/b&gt;?" *BAD PHOTO*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ViS8eNRP77I/R0VvTiUrmoI/AAAAAAAAAMU/MggOMtDHN_I/s1600-h/doisyandmel.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5135633331507665538" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ViS8eNRP77I/R0VvTiUrmoI/AAAAAAAAAMU/MggOMtDHN_I/s320/doisyandmel.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; How we normally look! ^__^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BYE-BYE!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21907329-3308083295246738827?l=nxt2me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21907329/posts/default/3308083295246738827'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21907329/posts/default/3308083295246738827'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nxt2me.blogspot.com/2007/11/22-november-2007.html' title='22 November 2007'/><author><name>Midori</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18023594656333749199</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ViS8eNRP77I/R0Vo2SUrmkI/AAAAAAAAAL0/IlZrXPPLeVU/s72-c/doisy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21907329.post-4444157299784644217</id><published>2007-11-04T18:22:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2007-11-07T21:14:53.911+11:00</updated><title type='text'>4 November 2007</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;I guess that's how it's going to be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't change anything.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21907329-4444157299784644217?l=nxt2me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21907329/posts/default/4444157299784644217'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21907329/posts/default/4444157299784644217'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nxt2me.blogspot.com/2007/11/i-guess-thats-how-its-going-to-be.html' title='4 November 2007'/><author><name>Midori</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18023594656333749199</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21907329.post-8208418733884030487</id><published>2007-10-31T13:58:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2007-10-31T14:21:44.065+11:00</updated><title type='text'>31 October 2007</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Memories..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The day spent in the Emergency Department of Westmead Hospital:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ViS8eNRP77I/Ryf0c8MAuXI/AAAAAAAAALs/GryWQpXnobE/s1600-h/hospital1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5127335478814620018" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ViS8eNRP77I/Ryf0c8MAuXI/AAAAAAAAALs/GryWQpXnobE/s320/hospital1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The Triage nurse was a bitch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ViS8eNRP77I/Ryfyg8MAuVI/AAAAAAAAALc/BYb07y6yBP4/s1600-h/hospital2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5127333348510841170" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ViS8eNRP77I/Ryfyg8MAuVI/AAAAAAAAALc/BYb07y6yBP4/s320/hospital2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;He ate the gross hospital food..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ViS8eNRP77I/RyfyvsMAuWI/AAAAAAAAALk/2uGPUusfSDU/s1600-h/hospital3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5127333601913911650" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ViS8eNRP77I/RyfyvsMAuWI/AAAAAAAAALk/2uGPUusfSDU/s320/hospital3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;He also slept in my hospital bed..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I did not belong there, at all. I was perfectly fine. But I was forced to stay.. the Emergency Ward was a pretty sad place, though. All these super sick people everywhere, and I was there, walking around with &lt;b&gt;Jan&lt;/b&gt;, eating and waiting to see doctor after doctor. And getting angry and frustrated. ):&lt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21907329-8208418733884030487?l=nxt2me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21907329/posts/default/8208418733884030487'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21907329/posts/default/8208418733884030487'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nxt2me.blogspot.com/2007/10/31-october-2007.html' title='31 October 2007'/><author><name>Midori</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18023594656333749199</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ViS8eNRP77I/Ryf0c8MAuXI/AAAAAAAAALs/GryWQpXnobE/s72-c/hospital1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21907329.post-5080667460946914337</id><published>2007-10-30T23:33:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2007-10-30T23:35:09.543+11:00</updated><title type='text'>30 October 2007</title><content type='html'>Work is piling up D: oh dear...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm taking a break from doing work.. sigh, I still have maths homework to do, and I feel so unwell.. I wish I could just go to sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, life has been alright, I guess. It's been becoming less and less exciting though. There's been less of &lt;b&gt;Jan&lt;/b&gt;, pretty much less of everything except work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't have much to say.. have to take a pill now and continue doing work!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's a picture of &lt;b&gt;Yvonne&lt;/b&gt; and I, a while back, we were at Passion Flower: &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5127105904222714162" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ViS8eNRP77I/Rycjp8MAuTI/AAAAAAAAALM/qVIgUeX2QQM/s320/Image045.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21907329-5080667460946914337?l=nxt2me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21907329/posts/default/5080667460946914337'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21907329/posts/default/5080667460946914337'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nxt2me.blogspot.com/2007/10/30-october-2007.html' title='30 October 2007'/><author><name>Midori</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18023594656333749199</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ViS8eNRP77I/Rycjp8MAuTI/AAAAAAAAALM/qVIgUeX2QQM/s72-c/Image045.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21907329.post-1362282199955479614</id><published>2007-10-11T20:27:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2007-10-11T21:16:22.912+10:00</updated><title type='text'>11 October 2007</title><content type='html'>Hrmm.. my 9173982th attempt to revive my blog.. I hope I don't become lazy after typing the 1st few sentences like all the other times. ;_;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Holidays have almost finished T_T these couple of weeks have just felt like a long 2 days. Sigh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had a really long day yesterday. Went to Sydney Fish Market with &lt;b&gt;Jan&lt;/b&gt; + &lt;b&gt;his family&lt;/b&gt; + &lt;b&gt;Mimi&lt;/b&gt;. I met one of the workers there while she was on break; she started talking to me. She made very good company while &lt;b&gt;Jan&lt;/b&gt; had run away from me. We didn't ask for eachother's names though &gt;_&lt; Such a cute girl. She gave us free food after, too!~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then went to a park for &lt;b&gt;Cookie&lt;/b&gt; + &lt;b&gt;Mimi&lt;/b&gt; to play, while the parents went to Star City. And we just drove around the wharf, and explored a office building that was under construction, sat at a wharf together. Later going to eat dinner at the city, before going home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thankyou for a good day, to &lt;b&gt;Jan and his parents&lt;/b&gt;. &lt;b&gt;Cookie&lt;/b&gt;? &lt;b&gt;Mimi&lt;/b&gt;? Neh, haha.. was so tiring to look after dogs.. how are we going to have a baby..? -_- haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3 more days left of the holidays..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* 12 hours of maths class&lt;br /&gt;* Buyng school things: I've been shopping quite a few times and I still haven't really bought the stuff I need for school =_=&lt;br /&gt;* Seeing &lt;b&gt;JanJan&lt;/b&gt; :3&lt;br /&gt;* Finish cleaning my room (I attempted this about 827631 times, too)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;): Ai.. It's thundering.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*****&lt;br /&gt;This was taken on Tuesday.. &lt;b&gt;JanJan&lt;/b&gt; got the Hello Kitty for me, it has a green apple on the overalls she's wearing ^__^:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ViS8eNRP77I/Rw4C7uynkqI/AAAAAAAAAK8/61ZC0TuoDds/s1600-h/stickerphoto3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5120033051562709666" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ViS8eNRP77I/Rw4C7uynkqI/AAAAAAAAAK8/61ZC0TuoDds/s320/stickerphoto3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And a bonus from &lt;b&gt;Annie&lt;/b&gt; &amp;amp; I:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ViS8eNRP77I/Rw4FLOynkrI/AAAAAAAAALE/YgRHZIM1y8o/s1600-h/memoriess.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5120035516873937586" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ViS8eNRP77I/Rw4FLOynkrI/AAAAAAAAALE/YgRHZIM1y8o/s320/memoriess.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21907329-1362282199955479614?l=nxt2me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21907329/posts/default/1362282199955479614'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21907329/posts/default/1362282199955479614'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nxt2me.blogspot.com/2007/10/11-october-2007_11.html' title='11 October 2007'/><author><name>Midori</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18023594656333749199</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ViS8eNRP77I/Rw4C7uynkqI/AAAAAAAAAK8/61ZC0TuoDds/s72-c/stickerphoto3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21907329.post-6578007138891106022</id><published>2007-10-11T18:12:00.001+10:00</published><updated>2007-10-11T18:16:41.357+10:00</updated><title type='text'>11 October 2007</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Sometimes I can feel, that you look down on me. Like I am a lower than you, some kinda of rubbish compared to you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate it. And sometimes I wonder if I really deserve this, especially from you..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you are even considering this post to be about you, it probably is.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21907329-6578007138891106022?l=nxt2me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21907329/posts/default/6578007138891106022'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21907329/posts/default/6578007138891106022'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nxt2me.blogspot.com/2007/10/11-october-2007.html' title='11 October 2007'/><author><name>Midori</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18023594656333749199</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21907329.post-2602245674392398318</id><published>2007-09-23T20:19:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2007-09-23T20:20:49.796+10:00</updated><title type='text'>23 September 2007</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:200%;"&gt;You go wherever life takes you..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll be holding your hand.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21907329-2602245674392398318?l=nxt2me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21907329/posts/default/2602245674392398318'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21907329/posts/default/2602245674392398318'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nxt2me.blogspot.com/2007/09/23-september-2007.html' title='23 September 2007'/><author><name>Midori</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18023594656333749199</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21907329.post-935518151494416150</id><published>2007-09-16T17:50:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2007-09-16T17:50:54.147+10:00</updated><title type='text'>16th September 2007</title><content type='html'>Hello there!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I am kinda bored, and I don't really want to do more work, so I'm here! &gt;w&lt; Exams have finished, and we're back to school today for classes. Except now, half the class doesn't turn up, because they either have yr12 luncheon rehearsals, or they can't be bothered coming. I was the only one in YPG (lol.) to be at school on Friday. But it was alright, I guess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to the city after school on with &lt;b&gt;Shelley&lt;/b&gt;, to look for a dress for next Tuesday. Tried on a few dresses and took a couple of pictures each, and made a purchase! (: A couple of the pictures, from &lt;b&gt;Shelley&lt;/b&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*I'll put them up here later tonight*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, from last Tuesday:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5110702160863631666" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ViS8eNRP77I/RuzciaMZGTI/AAAAAAAAAKc/Y_Yqk1VHcAo/s320/DSC00546-1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5110702839468464450" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ViS8eNRP77I/RuzdJ6MZGUI/AAAAAAAAAKk/nGUCFKYrMoU/s320/DSC00548-1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;I looked like shit. And my cheeks are so fat. *pukes*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were playing around outside Entertainment Centre, when 2 tourists interrupted our game and gave us day passes for the Monorail. How random. But we decided to use them, anyway (to make &lt;b&gt;Melinda&lt;/b&gt; jealous haha). We got off at the end of Pyrmont Bridge, and those^ were taken in the blue lights on the bridge. -_-;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5110704905347733842" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ViS8eNRP77I/RuzfCKMZGVI/AAAAAAAAAKs/tHG0VVc2qww/s320/DSC00553-1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;^Eating ice-cream ^__^ Purposely wanting to hold it through 10 photos we took, just so he could "pose" with it. Pffs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YEAH, anyway.. I'm going to get my hair cut tonight =_=; Hoping it will go alright.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21907329-935518151494416150?l=nxt2me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21907329/posts/default/935518151494416150'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21907329/posts/default/935518151494416150'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nxt2me.blogspot.com/2007/09/16th-september-2007.html' title='16th September 2007'/><author><name>Midori</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18023594656333749199</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ViS8eNRP77I/RuzciaMZGTI/AAAAAAAAAKc/Y_Yqk1VHcAo/s72-c/DSC00546-1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21907329.post-9008732839174162654</id><published>2007-09-03T21:52:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2007-09-13T20:39:25.627+10:00</updated><title type='text'>3 September 2007</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;I think I am a very selfish person.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to keep someone that is precious to me all to myself; I don't think much about who else he is precious to. I want to put him in my pocket and hide him from the rest of the world so that nobody can see him and nobody can try to take him away from me. I even want to erase his past, so that nothing else existed before I found him. I feel jealous when I think about anything he has loved before.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want there only to be me that he searches for in the crowd.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is a new feeling to me, I have never felt this way before. I think it is a very bad, selfish feeling. It makes me feel like a bad person.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why? &gt;_&lt; &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21907329-9008732839174162654?l=nxt2me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21907329/posts/default/9008732839174162654'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21907329/posts/default/9008732839174162654'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nxt2me.blogspot.com/2007/09/3-september-2007.html' title='3 September 2007'/><author><name>Midori</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18023594656333749199</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21907329.post-2312922712767229802</id><published>2007-09-01T10:53:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2007-09-01T11:53:27.857+10:00</updated><title type='text'>1 September 2007</title><content type='html'>Good morning!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am meant to be at tuition at the moment, but I've changed my tutorials to tomorrow (I'm not working for the next 3 weeks), and my class has been moved to monday afternoon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night, &lt;b&gt;Jan's sister&lt;/b&gt; left to HK and won't be back for 3 years.. and today, &lt;b&gt;Annie&lt;/b&gt; is leaving to Canada for Uni, and won't be back for a long while. T_T&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Thursday evening, I spent some time with &lt;b&gt;Jan's family + Cookie&lt;/b&gt;. We had dinner at a nice Japanese resturaunt down the road from my mum's work, and then went to Kmix to sing. They also took the time to drive me home. Thankyou!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday afternoon, I spent time with &lt;b&gt;Annie&lt;/b&gt; on her last day here. We did a few things that we used to do all the time; we looked around at shops, bought snacks from Miracle and Thai Kee, played DDR, took purikura.... :3 Every time I am feeling down, I always think about those times we spent a couple of years ago.. they were so..... carefree. Times have changed, and now &lt;b&gt;Annie&lt;/b&gt; is leaving me very often! &gt;_&lt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please come back to visit me soon, definately call, okay?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I was walking towards Town Hall Station last night, to go home.. heard a couple of people calling my name.. &lt;b&gt;Jerry&lt;/b&gt;, &lt;b&gt;Vincent&lt;/b&gt; and the others I used to spend time with early last year!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They dragged me into eating ice-cream with them at French Riviera, after realising that in a couple of hours, it would be exactly ONE YEAR since that day &lt;b&gt;Jerry&lt;/b&gt;, &lt;b&gt;Steven&lt;/b&gt; and I bumped into eachother in the city, ate ice-cream and wandered around the city streets while flipping a coin to see what direction we should walk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They're such a cute group of friends, I've always thought that since I met them. So I'm glad that they're still the same happy group as one year ago.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And yeah, didn't go watch The Bourne Ultimatum with them afterwards, because I thought I should go home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was a good night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND THE WEATHER WAS SOO NICE; warm nights once again! &lt;3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21907329-2312922712767229802?l=nxt2me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21907329/posts/default/2312922712767229802'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21907329/posts/default/2312922712767229802'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nxt2me.blogspot.com/2007/09/1-september-2007.html' title='1 September 2007'/><author><name>Midori</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18023594656333749199</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21907329.post-3489877295777494659</id><published>2007-08-31T12:26:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2007-08-31T13:01:50.583+10:00</updated><title type='text'>31 August 2007</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ViS8eNRP77I/RteEf9kR9qI/AAAAAAAAAKU/F1CIxCfSapE/s1600-h/200774212250795.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5104694387285292706" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ViS8eNRP77I/RteEf9kR9qI/AAAAAAAAAKU/F1CIxCfSapE/s320/200774212250795.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21907329-3489877295777494659?l=nxt2me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21907329/posts/default/3489877295777494659'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21907329/posts/default/3489877295777494659'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nxt2me.blogspot.com/2007/08/31-august-2007.html' title='31 August 2007'/><author><name>Midori</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18023594656333749199</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ViS8eNRP77I/RteEf9kR9qI/AAAAAAAAAKU/F1CIxCfSapE/s72-c/200774212250795.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21907329.post-5481146417711611132</id><published>2007-08-24T23:46:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2007-08-25T00:06:10.401+10:00</updated><title type='text'>24 August 2007</title><content type='html'>I'm back here to make a post - taking a rest from writing Chemistry notes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;End-of-year exams are approaching; evidence that year 11 is coming to an end, already. Shiibaaal! D:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Exam timetable:&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Thursday 30/08&lt;/b&gt; - English Adv, 8:50am&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Monday 03/09&lt;/b&gt; - Mathematics 2u, 8:50am&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Wednesday 05/09&lt;/b&gt; - Economics, 1:00pm&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Monday 10/09&lt;/b&gt; - Chemistry, 8:50am&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Tuesday 11/09&lt;/b&gt; - Maths Extension, 1:25pm&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Wednesday 12/09&lt;/b&gt; - Biology, 8:50am&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Thursday 13/09&lt;/b&gt; - SOR 1u, 1:00pm&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My 17th birthday is on a Sunday in between the exam timetable.... I'll be sure to have a modest celebration on that day, then celebrate again properly once it's all over. I can't wait! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's it for now. Edit later.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21907329-5481146417711611132?l=nxt2me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21907329/posts/default/5481146417711611132'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21907329/posts/default/5481146417711611132'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nxt2me.blogspot.com/2007/08/24-august-2007.html' title='24 August 2007'/><author><name>Midori</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18023594656333749199</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21907329.post-2789171666385548855</id><published>2007-08-18T18:59:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2007-08-21T21:31:32.875+10:00</updated><title type='text'>18 August 2007</title><content type='html'>&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5099964511600899730" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ViS8eNRP77I/Rsa2s9kR9pI/AAAAAAAAAKM/N-wT0qgHIO4/s320/jksmchrisyang.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:200%"&gt;&lt;b&gt;your lies are perfect, they are flawless&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you hide your cruel secrets so well&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what are you?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21907329-2789171666385548855?l=nxt2me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21907329/posts/default/2789171666385548855'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21907329/posts/default/2789171666385548855'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nxt2me.blogspot.com/2007/08/18-august-2007.html' title='18 August 2007'/><author><name>Midori</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18023594656333749199</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ViS8eNRP77I/Rsa2s9kR9pI/AAAAAAAAAKM/N-wT0qgHIO4/s72-c/jksmchrisyang.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21907329.post-748243463607145262</id><published>2007-08-13T01:46:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2007-08-13T21:22:18.262+10:00</updated><title type='text'>13 August 2007</title><content type='html'>WAHHH. Goodmorning! @_@&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just finished my Studies of Religion Assessment Task about 15 minutes ago; I left it to the last minute ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, today, well yesterday, was &lt;b&gt;Jan&lt;/b&gt; &amp; &lt;b&gt;Daisy&lt;/b&gt;'s 8th month together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;HAPPY 8 MONTHS JANJAN! ^___^&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We couldn't spend the day together because we both had work, but that's okay because we spent most of Saturday together. After tuition in the morning, went to Eastwood to meet &lt;b&gt;Jan&lt;/b&gt;, then we just walked around enjoying the really really nice weather and doing nothing else. Then &lt;b&gt;Peter&lt;/b&gt; came, and we had a drink at Homer's Cafe, before we went to pick up another car and went to a lookout. Then drove Mooney Mooney to... drive more.... -_- most of the time over twice the speed limit.&lt;br /&gt;I am still alive :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last week, nothing really happened, hrm..&lt;br /&gt;* Got the yearly exam timetable - looking forward to the days off :D&lt;br /&gt;* Japanese exchange students left on the weekend.. &gt;_&lt;&lt;br /&gt;* The weather became sooooooooo good *love*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This week, I'm looking forward to.....&lt;br /&gt;* Tuition and more tuition&lt;br /&gt;* Writing Chemistry notes&lt;br /&gt;* Spending time with &lt;b&gt;JanJan&lt;/b&gt;~&lt;br /&gt;* Going with &lt;b&gt;Annie&lt;/b&gt; to get her hair dyed &amp;amp; going shopping&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seems like it will be a fair balance. Hopefully it will be one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Goodnight!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21907329-748243463607145262?l=nxt2me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21907329/posts/default/748243463607145262'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21907329/posts/default/748243463607145262'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nxt2me.blogspot.com/2007/08/13-august-2007.html' title='13 August 2007'/><author><name>Midori</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18023594656333749199</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21907329.post-8530440060869969147</id><published>2007-08-05T18:50:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2007-08-05T19:26:14.658+10:00</updated><title type='text'>5 August 2007</title><content type='html'>&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5095136656441164850" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ViS8eNRP77I/RrWPyzk_RDI/AAAAAAAAAJs/FfWaNXpJSnY/s320/nobuta.bmp" border="0" /&gt; I finished &lt;u&gt;Nobuta Wo Produce&lt;/u&gt; yesterday. I remember when &lt;b&gt;Andrew&lt;/b&gt; was constantly trying to make me watch it a loong time ago during a school holiday, but I wasn't really interested in watching. I'm so happy I've finally watched it because it's so good; there was so much heart in it. The ending was sad, I hoped that &lt;b&gt;Nobuta&lt;/b&gt;, &lt;b&gt;Shuji&lt;/b&gt; and &lt;b&gt;Akira&lt;/b&gt; would've ended up together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is a very memorable drama. Thankyou to &lt;b&gt;Yvonne&lt;/b&gt; for lending it to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;&amp;amp; &lt;b&gt;AKIRA&lt;/b&gt; (&lt;b&gt;Tomohisa Yamashita&lt;/b&gt; or &lt;b&gt;Yamapi&lt;/b&gt;) IS SOOO CUTE IN IT! And I used to be annoyed at the way he looked in magazines..... =_=!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5095141398085059650" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ViS8eNRP77I/RrWUGzk_REI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/83YlVbs3kZU/s320/kusanoakira6tw.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;KON KON&lt;/b&gt;! ^__^&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21907329-8530440060869969147?l=nxt2me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21907329/posts/default/8530440060869969147'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21907329/posts/default/8530440060869969147'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nxt2me.blogspot.com/2007/08/i-finished-nobuta-wo-produce-yesterday.html' title='5 August 2007'/><author><name>Midori</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18023594656333749199</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ViS8eNRP77I/RrWPyzk_RDI/AAAAAAAAAJs/FfWaNXpJSnY/s72-c/nobuta.bmp' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21907329.post-737425617983700928</id><published>2007-07-29T21:54:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2007-07-29T22:13:01.889+10:00</updated><title type='text'>29 July 2007</title><content type='html'>&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5092586871796483090" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ViS8eNRP77I/RqyAxzk_RBI/AAAAAAAAAJc/U1apeYdbuCA/s320/IFTN4EZSOO_105.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Sometimes &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;I just feel so alone -- and I don't know what to do -- to stop feeling the worst feeling in the world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Thankyou&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;s&gt;for being there.&lt;/s&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21907329-737425617983700928?l=nxt2me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21907329/posts/default/737425617983700928'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21907329/posts/default/737425617983700928'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nxt2me.blogspot.com/2007/07/29-july-2007.html' title='29 July 2007'/><author><name>Midori</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18023594656333749199</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ViS8eNRP77I/RqyAxzk_RBI/AAAAAAAAAJc/U1apeYdbuCA/s72-c/IFTN4EZSOO_105.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21907329.post-3159160960388915209</id><published>2007-07-26T00:31:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2007-07-26T00:32:36.147+10:00</updated><title type='text'>26 July 2007</title><content type='html'>Here to catch up a little.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since school started, I've returned to my weekly routine that consists of school, tuition/city, home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But last friday, I spent a nice evening after school with &lt;b&gt;Shelia&lt;/b&gt;, &lt;b&gt;Hin&lt;/b&gt;, and &lt;b&gt;Jan&lt;/b&gt;. It was quite the cheerful, I haven't spent quality out-of-school time with &lt;b&gt;Shelia&lt;/b&gt; for a very long time, and that's why it's special. I just went and shopped a little by myself (sad sad Daisy), before &lt;b&gt;Shelia&lt;/b&gt;&amp;&lt;b&gt;Hin&lt;/b&gt; came to meet me at MC. Then after a bit of DDR (sad sad us -_-;), and whatnot, &lt;b&gt;Jan&lt;/b&gt; came! &amp;&amp;amp; we had a drink and played a game of chinese checkers at &lt;u&gt;2nd Floor In&lt;/u&gt; before going home:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5091140361170928610" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ViS8eNRP77I/RqddLzk_Q-I/AAAAAAAAAJE/oGKpc5VWlWU/s200/DSC00417.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5091140648933737458" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ViS8eNRP77I/Rqddcjk_Q_I/AAAAAAAAAJM/1C6eYuDzY3c/s200/DSC00421.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Today, I didn't go to school.... I was in a lot of pain and got out of bed past 4pm ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and I found this.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ANIMANIA 2005:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5090369582045021138" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ViS8eNRP77I/RqSgKjk_Q9I/AAAAAAAAAI8/jfAUdKwVTi0/s320/fruits.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Look at what we're wearing O_O! I guess it doesn't look so extreme in the picture, but there when we walking through the city, with rainbow clothing and soft toys hanging everywhere and wearing matching momo bags...... we got a lot of stares and even laughs from a group of people..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"HAHAHA! Take a picture of them, take a picture of them!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*****&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;The best things cannot be seen; that is why we close our eyes when we kiss, cry and dream.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21907329-3159160960388915209?l=nxt2me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21907329/posts/default/3159160960388915209'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21907329/posts/default/3159160960388915209'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nxt2me.blogspot.com/2007/07/26-july-2007.html' title='26 July 2007'/><author><name>Midori</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18023594656333749199</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ViS8eNRP77I/RqddLzk_Q-I/AAAAAAAAAJE/oGKpc5VWlWU/s72-c/DSC00417.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21907329.post-50557492744262168</id><published>2007-07-11T17:04:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2007-07-11T20:31:20.684+10:00</updated><title type='text'>11th July 2007</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:180%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;There's three people you will have to go through in life.&lt;br /&gt;The person you love the most,&lt;br /&gt;The person that loves you the most,&lt;br /&gt;and the person who you spend the rest of your life with.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Very rarely the three will the be the same person..&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21907329-50557492744262168?l=nxt2me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21907329/posts/default/50557492744262168'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21907329/posts/default/50557492744262168'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nxt2me.blogspot.com/2007/07/11th-july-2007.html' title='11th July 2007'/><author><name>Midori</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18023594656333749199</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21907329.post-1132697879945494695</id><published>2007-07-10T00:22:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2007-07-10T00:54:40.231+10:00</updated><title type='text'>10 July 2007</title><content type='html'>Why do I always get a feeling that I haven't blogged for a really long time, everytime I visit this site to blog? o_o...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha, I really don't have much to post.. I have photos of various people, and stuff from recently, but I can't be bothered uploading them onto the computer -_-; OKAY, WELL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. I've been a little crazy over this arrangement of Canon - Johann Pachelbel, for a while now, I just thought I'd share it. It's sooooo good *shiny eyes* CRAZY CRAZYY:&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/QjA5faZF1A8" width="415" height="341" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Found this, it was taken at the end of March, 2006... SO LONG AGO. &lt;b&gt;Shelia&lt;/b&gt; and I:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5085180048553752466" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ViS8eNRP77I/RpIwT8zzN5I/AAAAAAAAAIk/Sv6dm4DIf5o/s320/P3290859(1).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. There's this boy that I've been through so much with. Thankyou for all you've put up with, for everything you've done for me, for just being beside me when I don't want to look back at the past, or to the future. Thankyou, &lt;b&gt;Jan&lt;/b&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*****&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&amp;&amp;amp; it only hurts when I'm breathing&lt;br /&gt;my heart only breaks when it's beating&lt;br /&gt;my dreams only die when I'm dreaming&lt;br /&gt;so, I hold my breath to forget&lt;/i&gt; -&lt;/span&gt; 06.07&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21907329-1132697879945494695?l=nxt2me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21907329/posts/default/1132697879945494695'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21907329/posts/default/1132697879945494695'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nxt2me.blogspot.com/2007/07/why-do-i-always-get-feeling-that-i.html' title='10 July 2007'/><author><name>Midori</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18023594656333749199</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ViS8eNRP77I/RpIwT8zzN5I/AAAAAAAAAIk/Sv6dm4DIf5o/s72-c/P3290859(1).jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21907329.post-5039815290917811619</id><published>2007-07-06T13:58:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2007-07-11T17:02:43.257+10:00</updated><title type='text'>6th July 2007</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;I LOSE.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;not knowing the reason why I lost.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;X I I X I I&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;I dont need you to promise me forever. Just promise me tomorrow. We'll take it a day at a time and we'll be fine..&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21907329-5039815290917811619?l=nxt2me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21907329/posts/default/5039815290917811619'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21907329/posts/default/5039815290917811619'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nxt2me.blogspot.com/2007/07/i-lose.html' title='6th July 2007'/><author><name>Midori</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18023594656333749199</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21907329.post-3442800511805977969</id><published>2007-07-01T20:11:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2007-07-01T20:18:26.838+10:00</updated><title type='text'>1 July 2007</title><content type='html'>&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5082169199169845122" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ViS8eNRP77I/Rod99czzN4I/AAAAAAAAAIc/lBd2pVAgHN0/s320/45659.jpg" border="0" /&gt;1st of July, beginning of a new month. Again.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21907329-3442800511805977969?l=nxt2me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21907329/posts/default/3442800511805977969'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21907329/posts/default/3442800511805977969'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nxt2me.blogspot.com/2007/07/1-july-2007.html' title='1 July 2007'/><author><name>Midori</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18023594656333749199</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ViS8eNRP77I/Rod99czzN4I/AAAAAAAAAIc/lBd2pVAgHN0/s72-c/45659.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21907329.post-1230977736357475028</id><published>2007-06-30T20:21:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2007-06-30T20:21:58.059+10:00</updated><title type='text'>30 June 2007</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;b&gt;29th of June&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday was the last day of 2nd school term! Really couldn't get up in the morning, felt very sick and dizzy.. so I just slept until 11:30am, when &lt;b&gt;Hana&lt;/b&gt; called from school and made me get up!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So dad drove me station, and I got to school at the end of lunch, there were 2 periods left of school. Both were class parties ;_; Just ate with &lt;b&gt;Hana&lt;/b&gt; at 88 during 4th, and played during 5th.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to city with &lt;b&gt;Shelia&lt;/b&gt;, bought matching coin purses from Catalog with her :3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Jan&lt;/b&gt; came to meet me, then us 3 went to MC to play DDR.. &lt;b&gt;Shelia&lt;/b&gt; left to go home, and &lt;b&gt;Jan&lt;/b&gt; took me home to change! I made him wait 1hr for me ;_; SORRRY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back to city, met &lt;b&gt;Lillian&lt;/b&gt; and friends, ate.. then go to K2 to sing and drink :D&lt;br /&gt;DIED.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5081797817642727218" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ViS8eNRP77I/RoYsMMzzNzI/AAAAAAAAAH0/eF4xdVN9O9I/s200/IMGP0977.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5081798187009914690" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ViS8eNRP77I/RoYshszzN0I/AAAAAAAAAH8/awZhRMuBaqc/s200/IMGP0984.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5081798796895270738" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ViS8eNRP77I/RoYtFMzzN1I/AAAAAAAAAIE/-by2_akZO4o/s200/IMGP1014.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5081799080363112290" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ViS8eNRP77I/RoYtVszzN2I/AAAAAAAAAIM/x6VvPAUJXz0/s200/IMGP1015.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;HAPPY 22nd BIRTHDAY LILLIAN!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5081799801917618034" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ViS8eNRP77I/RoYt_szzN3I/AAAAAAAAAIU/fp1BM7SZ6nU/s320/IMGP1012.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21907329-1230977736357475028?l=nxt2me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21907329/posts/default/1230977736357475028'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21907329/posts/default/1230977736357475028'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nxt2me.blogspot.com/2007/06/30-june-2007.html' title='30 June 2007'/><author><name>Midori</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18023594656333749199</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ViS8eNRP77I/RoYsMMzzNzI/AAAAAAAAAH0/eF4xdVN9O9I/s72-c/IMGP0977.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21907329.post-2391793805346429442</id><published>2007-06-27T23:58:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2007-06-28T00:20:31.993+10:00</updated><title type='text'>28 June 2007</title><content type='html'>Long time no proper postings......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So here I am! To tell you about my day! It's nothing uber special, just haven't done it for a while *___*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Train alone (as usual), to school.. and I missed the train by less than a minute, because I misplaced my trainpass.. and had to spend that 1 minute to buy a ticket ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;School, only periods 1 &amp; 2: Maths and Chemistry. Pretty normal, even a little boring. After, school had the Talent quest and Charities day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BUT. &lt;b&gt;Hana&lt;/b&gt;, &lt;b&gt;Melinda&lt;/b&gt;, &lt;b&gt;Yvonne&lt;/b&gt; and I went to MillioRe to eat. YUMMY :3 After eating, went to play with the machines in capitol. &lt;b&gt;Yvonne&lt;/b&gt; &amp;amp; I make a good team, we got 2 toys each. Very cute.. took some photos with them later, but my phone USB cable is broken, so can't upload ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After playing and winning toys, we went back downstairs to Passionflower. Crepes, ice-cream, and yummy green tea drink :3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So we all depart afterwards, and went our seperate ways. I went to tuition. Feel bad about maths, want to drop ext1.. but now.... I am indirectly forced to keep it. %$#@*! @__@ DON'T KNOW WHAT TO DO.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I came home. Played with &lt;b&gt;MiMi&lt;/b&gt;.. she is sad and crying, because she's not used to being alone. T__T&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ANYWAY. It's 12:21am, &lt;b&gt;Sweetie&lt;/b&gt; is out with his friends. He is playing and having fun without me, I think he even forgot that I am waiting for his call T__T.... but what can I do, I will not bother him and let him have fun.. he needs a break from me anyway! T__T.. I will get ready to sleep- pack my bag for school and brush my teeth!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Goodnight everyone!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21907329-2391793805346429442?l=nxt2me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21907329/posts/default/2391793805346429442'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21907329/posts/default/2391793805346429442'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nxt2me.blogspot.com/2007/06/28-june-2007.html' title='28 June 2007'/><author><name>Midori</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18023594656333749199</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21907329.post-5519517161588495173</id><published>2007-06-23T23:01:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2007-06-23T23:06:48.701+10:00</updated><title type='text'>23 June 2007</title><content type='html'>&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5079244948723083058" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ViS8eNRP77I/Rn0aXq_WJzI/AAAAAAAAAHU/67Y4jA6XOuo/s320/DSC00340.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHA &lt;3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21907329-5519517161588495173?l=nxt2me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21907329/posts/default/5519517161588495173'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21907329/posts/default/5519517161588495173'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nxt2me.blogspot.com/2007/06/23-june-2007.html' title='23 June 2007'/><author><name>Midori</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18023594656333749199</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ViS8eNRP77I/Rn0aXq_WJzI/AAAAAAAAAHU/67Y4jA6XOuo/s72-c/DSC00340.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21907329.post-7054612857282500054</id><published>2007-06-15T22:39:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2007-06-15T22:40:54.111+10:00</updated><title type='text'>15 June 2007</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ViS8eNRP77I/RnKIi6_WJyI/AAAAAAAAAHM/si54D6r9NRE/s1600-h/janjan.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5076269863531849506" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ViS8eNRP77I/RnKIi6_WJyI/AAAAAAAAAHM/si54D6r9NRE/s400/janjan.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;only you..&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21907329-7054612857282500054?l=nxt2me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21907329/posts/default/7054612857282500054'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21907329/posts/default/7054612857282500054'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nxt2me.blogspot.com/2007/06/15-june-2007_4293.html' title='15 June 2007'/><author><name>Midori</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18023594656333749199</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ViS8eNRP77I/RnKIi6_WJyI/AAAAAAAAAHM/si54D6r9NRE/s72-c/janjan.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21907329.post-1685151720225471182</id><published>2007-06-15T22:16:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2007-06-15T22:26:58.536+10:00</updated><title type='text'>15 June 2007</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;But now that I've seen what lies do&lt;br /&gt;They cause pain that only a liar can't feel&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21907329-1685151720225471182?l=nxt2me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21907329/posts/default/1685151720225471182'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21907329/posts/default/1685151720225471182'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nxt2me.blogspot.com/2007/06/15-june-2007_15.html' title='15 June 2007'/><author><name>Midori</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18023594656333749199</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21907329.post-5001868824128562732</id><published>2007-06-15T17:43:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2007-06-15T17:43:29.693+10:00</updated><title type='text'>15 June 2007</title><content type='html'>HELLOHELLO!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uncle is staying at our place at the moment, he's sending me 5 puppies from home in Brisbane by early next week! But mum only wants to keep one or two.. ^___^ the others will be sold to dog breeders in Sydney. They're only 6 weeks old! *loove*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;JanJan&lt;/b&gt; is currently very very sick.. T__T&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm sick of all the rain....... makes me very cold and have big headaches..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And lastly, a quote from &lt;b&gt;Shelley&lt;/b&gt;'s blog:&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;And people with eyes like slits.. please just don't try giving dirties cos no one can see them anyways. You might just hit the wall for making your eyes even smaller than the thin line they already are&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt; hence making your fugly face more hopeless even with the help of 100 plastic surgeries."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*****&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Smile from your eyes&lt;br /&gt;Laugh from your heart&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Love from your soul&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21907329-5001868824128562732?l=nxt2me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21907329/posts/default/5001868824128562732'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21907329/posts/default/5001868824128562732'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nxt2me.blogspot.com/2007/06/15-june-2007.html' title='15 June 2007'/><author><name>Midori</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18023594656333749199</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21907329.post-8310662623133202229</id><published>2007-06-08T21:48:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2007-06-13T20:33:02.274+10:00</updated><title type='text'>8 June 2007</title><content type='html'>WAHH GREETINGS!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Been to school all days this week.. you would think that would cut off much time for drama and shit to happen. BUT NO. It continues without much of an intermission......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This week:&lt;br /&gt;* prefects were voted&lt;br /&gt;* chemistry test&lt;br /&gt;* recieved maths test marks -_-&lt;br /&gt;* career's day today, so no classes.. helped curled &lt;b&gt;Yvonne&lt;/b&gt;'s hair, and talk to &lt;b&gt;Melinda&lt;/b&gt; and &lt;b&gt;Hana&lt;/b&gt;, instead : D&lt;br /&gt;* &lt;b&gt;JanJan&lt;/b&gt; &lt;s&gt;3&lt;/s&gt; &lt;b&gt;4&lt;/b&gt; times this week *love*&lt;br /&gt;* a couple of crazy dramas&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's been raining so much for the past couple of days... so &lt;b&gt;Jan&lt;/b&gt; and I got to shower in the rain both yesterday and today : D although we're both sick.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was so cold today too.. and he made me wear his massive warm jacket.... and he was in a T-shirt in the crazy cold and rain.... &gt;_&lt; thankyou...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21907329-8310662623133202229?l=nxt2me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21907329/posts/default/8310662623133202229'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21907329/posts/default/8310662623133202229'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nxt2me.blogspot.com/2007/06/8-june-2007.html' title='8 June 2007'/><author><name>Midori</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18023594656333749199</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21907329.post-8781417620184199862</id><published>2007-06-04T21:40:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2007-06-04T21:47:32.422+10:00</updated><title type='text'>4 June 2007</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ViS8eNRP77I/RmP6cPeturI/AAAAAAAAAHE/esLGIOMzmk4/s1600-h/DSC00738.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5072172968447949490" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ViS8eNRP77I/RmP6cPeturI/AAAAAAAAAHE/esLGIOMzmk4/s400/DSC00738.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A photo from a while ago, when &lt;b&gt;Wyntane&lt;/b&gt; &amp;amp; I bumped into each other at Memorial Park (rose garden) in Chatswood. The quality of the photo is kinda shitty here- I saved the jpeg file one too many times. Oh well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;^__^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[&lt;b&gt;edit&lt;/b&gt;]O_O our hair looks so similar.......[&lt;b&gt;/edit&lt;/b&gt;]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21907329-8781417620184199862?l=nxt2me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21907329/posts/default/8781417620184199862'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21907329/posts/default/8781417620184199862'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nxt2me.blogspot.com/2007/06/photo-from-while-ago-when-wyntane-i.html' title='4 June 2007'/><author><name>Midori</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18023594656333749199</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ViS8eNRP77I/RmP6cPeturI/AAAAAAAAAHE/esLGIOMzmk4/s72-c/DSC00738.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21907329.post-2745144185053213417</id><published>2007-05-31T00:14:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2007-05-31T00:24:30.169+10:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Thinking of the good things, reminded of the bad, sick of feeling tired, of feeling so sad. My past has destroyed me, emotions always running high, living on fake smiles, the tears I cry. &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Breathing for nothing&lt;/span&gt;, only to stay alive, dragging myself along, just to survive. All seems pointless, don't know where to go, this perfect happy act, was always for show.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Trying for nothing&lt;/span&gt;, never find my way, nobody will let me be me, always have something to say. Always held back, from moving one step on, feeling so weak, forever seem to do wrong. Just wanna be myself, and try to find my place, I'm hating my make up, can't recognise my own face. Don't feel that I belong, can't describe how I feel inside, just one single night..&lt;br /&gt;And my soul died.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm tired of breathing, don't wanna remember before&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But it's all fading......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;I can't do it anymore&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21907329-2745144185053213417?l=nxt2me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21907329/posts/default/2745144185053213417'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21907329/posts/default/2745144185053213417'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nxt2me.blogspot.com/2007/05/thinking-of-good-things-reminded-of-bad.html' title=''/><author><name>Midori</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18023594656333749199</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21907329.post-6572040050566922627</id><published>2007-05-26T15:47:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2007-05-26T15:54:04.143+10:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;WHAT THE FUUCCCKK.&lt;br /&gt;AND YOU FUCKING EXPECT ME TO FUCKING GO HOME EVERY NIGHT&lt;br /&gt;YOU FUCKING THINK I WANT TO COME BACK TO THIS KIND OF SHIT AT THE END OF A DAY?!&lt;br /&gt;I DON'T KNOW WHERE YOU DIG OUT YOUR FUCKING REASONS. YOUR FUCKING EXCUSES.&lt;br /&gt;YOUR ARGUMENTS MAKE NO FUCKING SENSE AT ALL.&lt;br /&gt;FUCK YOU.&lt;br /&gt;YOU'RE RUINING MY LIFE.&lt;br /&gt;AND I'M THE ONLY ONE WHO HAS THE RIGHT TO RUIN MY OWN LIFE.&lt;br /&gt;FUCKING LEAVE ME ALONE ALREADY.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21907329-6572040050566922627?l=nxt2me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21907329/posts/default/6572040050566922627'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21907329/posts/default/6572040050566922627'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nxt2me.blogspot.com/2007/05/what-fuuccckk.html' title=''/><author><name>Midori</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18023594656333749199</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21907329.post-519782680568595760</id><published>2007-05-23T16:13:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2007-05-23T16:19:21.204+10:00</updated><title type='text'>23 May 2007</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ViS8eNRP77I/RlPcwfetuqI/AAAAAAAAAG8/H61gwie4GjE/s1600-h/o5g641699921ve.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5067636731364096674" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ViS8eNRP77I/RlPcwfetuqI/AAAAAAAAAG8/H61gwie4GjE/s400/o5g641699921ve.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21907329-519782680568595760?l=nxt2me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21907329/posts/default/519782680568595760'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21907329/posts/default/519782680568595760'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nxt2me.blogspot.com/2007/05/23-may-2007.html' title='23 May 2007'/><author><name>Midori</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18023594656333749199</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ViS8eNRP77I/RlPcwfetuqI/AAAAAAAAAG8/H61gwie4GjE/s72-c/o5g641699921ve.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21907329.post-6490475146289584488</id><published>2007-05-19T16:16:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2007-05-19T16:18:22.404+10:00</updated><title type='text'>19 May 2007</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Even when I look deep into your eyes,&lt;br /&gt;I really can't see it in you....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;And that's what scares me.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21907329-6490475146289584488?l=nxt2me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21907329/posts/default/6490475146289584488'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21907329/posts/default/6490475146289584488'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nxt2me.blogspot.com/2007/05/19-may-2007.html' title='19 May 2007'/><author><name>Midori</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18023594656333749199</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21907329.post-6105460814385170722</id><published>2007-05-18T18:31:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2007-05-18T23:16:43.011+10:00</updated><title type='text'>18 May 2007</title><content type='html'>&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;Sweetie,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please be safe and have lots of fun, okay?&lt;br /&gt;And I will be here waiting for you to come back.&lt;br /&gt;I am missing you......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel alone and empty..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ViS8eNRP77I/Rk1twvetupI/AAAAAAAAAG0/1XR7MltzlcU/s1600-h/Image005.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5065825840008116882" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ViS8eNRP77I/Rk1twvetupI/AAAAAAAAAG0/1XR7MltzlcU/s320/Image005.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Even though we're far apart&lt;br /&gt;Send my love with all my heart&lt;br /&gt;When you miss me at night&lt;br /&gt;Look at the stars shining bright&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For the times you pulled me though&lt;br /&gt;All the things I do for you&lt;br /&gt;Running tears from my eyes&lt;br /&gt;Thinking how I will survive the next goodbye..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21907329-6105460814385170722?l=nxt2me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21907329/posts/default/6105460814385170722'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21907329/posts/default/6105460814385170722'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nxt2me.blogspot.com/2007/05/18-may-2007.html' title='18 May 2007'/><author><name>Midori</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18023594656333749199</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ViS8eNRP77I/Rk1twvetupI/AAAAAAAAAG0/1XR7MltzlcU/s72-c/Image005.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21907329.post-3659955534514081102</id><published>2007-05-15T00:08:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2007-05-15T00:24:12.396+10:00</updated><title type='text'>15 May 2007</title><content type='html'>I spent almost 12 hours of today in the ED of Westmead Hospital today.. -_-;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thankyou to:&lt;br /&gt;* &lt;b&gt;Jan's dad&lt;/b&gt; who waited for him waiting for me waiting for this doctor..&lt;br /&gt;* The &lt;b&gt;ambulance people/doctors/nurses&lt;/b&gt; (except for the "triage nurse".. who was a bitch)&lt;br /&gt;* &lt;b&gt;Max&lt;/b&gt; &amp; &lt;b&gt;Rosie&lt;/b&gt; who called to talk to me &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;* &lt;b&gt;Melinda&lt;/b&gt; who called to talk to me &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;* &lt;b&gt;Parents&lt;/b&gt;......... for I don't know.. picking me up.. bringing me food.... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp;&amp; &lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;especially&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt; to &lt;b&gt;JanJan&lt;/b&gt; who waited for me, and stayed with me for the whole entire time.. through the frustrations of talking to people both of us didn't really want to talk to, and waiting for extended periods of time.. I'm so sorry! ;_;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The most unexpected turn-out of a day.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21907329-3659955534514081102?l=nxt2me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21907329/posts/default/3659955534514081102'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21907329/posts/default/3659955534514081102'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nxt2me.blogspot.com/2007/05/15-may-2007.html' title='15 May 2007'/><author><name>Midori</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18023594656333749199</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21907329.post-1240795020205651281</id><published>2007-05-13T18:05:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2007-05-13T18:40:44.986+10:00</updated><title type='text'>13 May 2007</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;12th May 2007&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to tuition and finished at 12pm, then trained home, talking to &lt;b&gt;Sophie&lt;/b&gt; on the train; she was going to work (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stayed home for a couple of hours, then went to meet &lt;b&gt;Jan&lt;/b&gt; at Westmead station ^__^ and we trained to city and took Purikura at Capitol, last time taking was on NYE.. so long ago!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to eat at Sakae.. haven't been there to eat for a very long time, too. So yummy!*love* Then we went to buy alcohol, and went to KMix to sing and drink..... &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sat around and Hyde Park, and around there, just talking. Such a nice, peaceful and pretty atmosphere. Then went back to Chinatown, see retarded people. We bummed at our usual place, then &lt;b&gt;JanJan&lt;/b&gt; drove me home later. Got home at 3am-ish ;_;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, that was a really brief recount =_=;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had a really good day, thankyou &lt;b&gt;JanJan&lt;/b&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;Happy 五月 Sweetie!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5063961504234195666" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ViS8eNRP77I/RkbOKHghytI/AAAAAAAAAGs/UNEIqeVAus0/s320/DSC00265.jpg" border="0" /&gt;He wrote 5 month on our teardrops picture.. =_=;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21907329-1240795020205651281?l=nxt2me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21907329/posts/default/1240795020205651281'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21907329/posts/default/1240795020205651281'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nxt2me.blogspot.com/2007/05/13-may-2007.html' title='13 May 2007'/><author><name>Midori</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18023594656333749199</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ViS8eNRP77I/RkbOKHghytI/AAAAAAAAAGs/UNEIqeVAus0/s72-c/DSC00265.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21907329.post-4720815303081146213</id><published>2007-05-11T10:13:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2007-05-11T10:47:57.085+10:00</updated><title type='text'>11 May 2007</title><content type='html'>RAH! I've been away from school twice this week, including today.. good? bad? I duno ^__^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been sick since last Saturday night, too! A cycle of sneezing fits, coughing, sore throat, blocked nose, headache-ing &gt;_&lt;&lt;br /&gt;STUDYING CHEM TODAY.&lt;br /&gt;YUUUUUUP.&lt;br /&gt;I WANT TO HEAR HIS VOICE T_T&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's 10:30 and he's still sleeping, he never sleeps until 10:30! ;_; why is he so tired??..... we slept so early last night~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5063097872210315970" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ViS8eNRP77I/RkO8sHghysI/AAAAAAAAAGk/JzHv0dljF8Y/s320/Image127.jpg" border="0" /&gt;: D : D covers all the right places.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21907329-4720815303081146213?l=nxt2me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21907329/posts/default/4720815303081146213'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21907329/posts/default/4720815303081146213'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nxt2me.blogspot.com/2007/05/11-may-2007.html' title='11 May 2007'/><author><name>Midori</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18023594656333749199</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ViS8eNRP77I/RkO8sHghysI/AAAAAAAAAGk/JzHv0dljF8Y/s72-c/Image127.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21907329.post-2287830979313360727</id><published>2007-05-04T21:39:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2007-05-04T21:47:52.216+10:00</updated><title type='text'>4 May 2007</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ViS8eNRP77I/RjsdX3ghyqI/AAAAAAAAAGU/McfGPtufbQ8/s1600-h/IMG_04082+copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5060670902155463330" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ViS8eNRP77I/RjsdX3ghyqI/AAAAAAAAAGU/McfGPtufbQ8/s400/IMG_04082+copy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21907329-2287830979313360727?l=nxt2me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21907329/posts/default/2287830979313360727'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21907329/posts/default/2287830979313360727'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nxt2me.blogspot.com/2007/05/4-may-2007.html' title='4 May 2007'/><author><name>Midori</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18023594656333749199</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ViS8eNRP77I/RjsdX3ghyqI/AAAAAAAAAGU/McfGPtufbQ8/s72-c/IMG_04082+copy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21907329.post-224154148540404120</id><published>2007-04-28T14:08:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2007-04-28T15:25:17.074+10:00</updated><title type='text'>28 April 2007</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;FRIDAY&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got to sleep in a little because had first period free :D schooling is still alright! Just sat at our place at the senior lawn at recess and lunch as usual.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to the city with &lt;b&gt;Shelia&lt;/b&gt;, &lt;b&gt;Hana&lt;/b&gt; and &lt;b&gt;Juliana&lt;/b&gt;.. and then when they went off their own ways, I met &lt;b&gt;Jan&lt;/b&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* we went to K for 2 hrs..&lt;br /&gt;* then went to market city, and watched Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles, which was pretty random, but alright! :D&lt;br /&gt;* went walking around.. there were so many people in the city last night.... went to Darling Harbour to try get away from it all.&lt;br /&gt;* found a bar/lounge place while looking for a toilet. Sat there until 12am&lt;br /&gt;&amp;&amp;amp; went to Superbowl/Y2K to eat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;EW &amp;&amp;amp; Jan drove me home.. thankyou &lt;3!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;long day.. I have a couple of random pictures somewhere!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21907329-224154148540404120?l=nxt2me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21907329/posts/default/224154148540404120'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21907329/posts/default/224154148540404120'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nxt2me.blogspot.com/2007/04/28-april-2007.html' title='28 April 2007'/><author><name>Midori</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18023594656333749199</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21907329.post-7787673816795707206</id><published>2007-04-26T19:07:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2007-04-26T19:41:42.240+10:00</updated><title type='text'>26 April 2007</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;DAY 1 of TERM 2&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;School was good today! The WHOLE day was really good! :D&lt;br /&gt;&amp; I haven't thought that for a long while, so I think it is worth noting on my little corner of the WWW. I hope it continues to be as good as today until the last day of year 12...... but that's a lot to hope for..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After school, I went to Ichi-ban Boshi with &lt;b&gt;Hana&lt;/b&gt; :D&lt;br /&gt;We ate raw beef................ O_o but it was yummy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I trained home. I hate Cityrail.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pictures (you'll have to tilt your head a bit):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5057666654136289794" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ViS8eNRP77I/RjBxBnghygI/AAAAAAAAAFE/iGSIslai33w/s200/Image048.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5057666336308709874" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ViS8eNRP77I/RjBwvHghyfI/AAAAAAAAAE8/sii0aegSD_A/s200/Image095.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5057666894654458386" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ViS8eNRP77I/RjBxPnghyhI/AAAAAAAAAFM/bP3c0k7s9K4/s200/Image090.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5057668569691703922" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ViS8eNRP77I/RjByxHghynI/AAAAAAAAAF8/mCzQYto_cew/s200/Image094.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5057667233956874786" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ViS8eNRP77I/RjBxjXghyiI/AAAAAAAAAFU/pbN6MEPgt34/s200/Image097.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5057667521719683634" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ViS8eNRP77I/RjBx0HghyjI/AAAAAAAAAFc/cK2aXu6WY8c/s200/Image098.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5057667757942884930" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ViS8eNRP77I/RjByB3ghykI/AAAAAAAAAFk/RmHC110Z8Fk/s200/Image101.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5057668110130203218" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ViS8eNRP77I/RjByWXghylI/AAAAAAAAAFs/IkyPFhPzVyQ/s200/Image102.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5057668299108764258" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ViS8eNRP77I/RjByhXghymI/AAAAAAAAAF0/6Wx0AKpvGK0/s200/Image104.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Those were basically all the pictures that were taken. I look weird, in the eating picture ;_; haha.. oh well, that's it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bye-bye!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21907329-7787673816795707206?l=nxt2me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21907329/posts/default/7787673816795707206'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21907329/posts/default/7787673816795707206'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nxt2me.blogspot.com/2007/04/26-april-2007.html' title='26 April 2007'/><author><name>Midori</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18023594656333749199</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ViS8eNRP77I/RjBxBnghygI/AAAAAAAAAFE/iGSIslai33w/s72-c/Image048.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21907329.post-5394979869756394445</id><published>2007-04-25T14:54:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2007-04-25T19:40:01.348+10:00</updated><title type='text'>25 April 2007</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;I'm back from the dead.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Taiwan, Hong Kong, and Guang Zhou via Shen Zhen]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss those places. Life is friendlier to me over there, and people are soo much nicer, especially in Taiwan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow, I will see school again.............&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:300%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;. . .&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;How I miss those days..&lt;br /&gt;While we were younger, our worries were simpler, smaller&lt;br /&gt;As we grow older, our worries become bigger and more complicated&lt;br /&gt;We live to suffer, right?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21907329-5394979869756394445?l=nxt2me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21907329/posts/default/5394979869756394445'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21907329/posts/default/5394979869756394445'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nxt2me.blogspot.com/2007/04/25-april-2007.html' title='25 April 2007'/><author><name>Midori</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18023594656333749199</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21907329.post-95632552317400168</id><published>2007-04-17T23:13:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2007-04-17T23:17:22.874+10:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ViS8eNRP77I/RiTIpnxKxKI/AAAAAAAAAEs/3s2G-HRRnYM/s1600-h/3cuntz.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5054385299191940258" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ViS8eNRP77I/RiTIpnxKxKI/AAAAAAAAAEs/3s2G-HRRnYM/s200/3cuntz.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tim* Hunni* me*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21907329-95632552317400168?l=nxt2me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21907329/posts/default/95632552317400168'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21907329/posts/default/95632552317400168'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nxt2me.blogspot.com/2007/04/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>Midori</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18023594656333749199</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ViS8eNRP77I/RiTIpnxKxKI/AAAAAAAAAEs/3s2G-HRRnYM/s72-c/3cuntz.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21907329.post-6007455017138399750</id><published>2007-04-16T20:19:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2007-04-16T20:44:15.995+10:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>11 days into the holidayz...&lt;br /&gt;                                                  &lt;br /&gt;                                                     11 days of Tears&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                               Waiting for the day that we can&lt;br /&gt;                               lie there.. once again and forget about the world...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                 mmmm . . . . . .  ^..^ thankQ "hunni" for visiting me dur!ng my sleep!.. thats the best th!ng that happened so far !n this holiday =__________=''&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                            and . . . . . .   People please enjoy your holidayz...&lt;br /&gt;                                     only 1 week left..! make the best out of it!&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/21907329-6007455017138399750?l=nxt2me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21907329/posts/default/6007455017138399750'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21907329/posts/default/6007455017138399750'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nxt2me.blogspot.com/2007/04/11-days-into-holidayz.html' title=''/><author><name>Midori</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18023594656333749199</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21907329.post-6334023012639078740</id><published>2007-04-07T18:28:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2007-04-07T18:33:28.224+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Everlasting</title><content type='html'>Only 2 days Hunni~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                    Miss you so much already~~...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                                           T.T&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                                       XII . II&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21907329-6334023012639078740?l=nxt2me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21907329/posts/default/6334023012639078740'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21907329/posts/default/6334023012639078740'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nxt2me.blogspot.com/2007/04/everlasting.html' title='Everlasting'/><author><name>Midori</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18023594656333749199</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21907329.post-207673932210561446</id><published>2007-04-03T22:52:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2007-04-03T23:32:55.042+10:00</updated><title type='text'>3 April 2007</title><content type='html'>I'M BORED.&lt;br /&gt;I don't feel like doing any work.&lt;br /&gt;So I'll look for a couple of pictures to post! ^__^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These were from long ago; mid-end of 2005:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5049186790393086162" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ViS8eNRP77I/RhJQolX5gNI/AAAAAAAAAEU/o2Sy8E1f_s0/s320/cap%24%24%245.bmp" border="0" /&gt;(: cute, right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5049186494040342722" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ViS8eNRP77I/RhJQXVX5gMI/AAAAAAAAAEM/lOTVlVq1L4Q/s320/cap%24%24%244.bmp" border="0" /&gt; "piisu VV"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5049184501175517362" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ViS8eNRP77I/RhJOjVX5gLI/AAAAAAAAAEE/MQx79--Cc_I/s320/cap%24%24%249.bmp" border="0" /&gt;We then started taking pictures licking Blue Bear ;_;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5049188637229023474" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ViS8eNRP77I/RhJSUFX5gPI/AAAAAAAAAEk/1XuD1UTIafQ/s320/cap%24%24%249.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Annie &lt;/b&gt;with her once trademarked yellow hair!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just a couple, but now I have to shower, finish packing luggage.......&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21907329-207673932210561446?l=nxt2me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21907329/posts/default/207673932210561446'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21907329/posts/default/207673932210561446'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nxt2me.blogspot.com/2007/04/3-april-2007.html' title='3 April 2007'/><author><name>Midori</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18023594656333749199</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ViS8eNRP77I/RhJQolX5gNI/AAAAAAAAAEU/o2Sy8E1f_s0/s72-c/cap%24%24%245.bmp' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21907329.post-4004901873861424620</id><published>2007-04-02T21:54:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2007-04-03T22:36:03.974+10:00</updated><title type='text'>2 April 2007</title><content type='html'>&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5048800144552198306" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ViS8eNRP77I/RhDw-1X5gKI/AAAAAAAAAD8/RGEQgXD0dN0/s320/xfdhgdfgte6.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5048799272673837202" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ViS8eNRP77I/RhDwMFX5gJI/AAAAAAAAAD0/uiHGYe71KT4/s320/reteryherqy8.png" border="0" /&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;MIKAMI HAIR SHOW&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;really nice, right? : )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*****&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Words alone are worthless.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21907329-4004901873861424620?l=nxt2me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21907329/posts/default/4004901873861424620'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21907329/posts/default/4004901873861424620'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nxt2me.blogspot.com/2007/04/words-alone-are-worthless.html' title='2 April 2007'/><author><name>Midori</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18023594656333749199</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ViS8eNRP77I/RhDw-1X5gKI/AAAAAAAAAD8/RGEQgXD0dN0/s72-c/xfdhgdfgte6.png' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21907329.post-5138122566109526570</id><published>2007-04-01T16:13:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2007-04-01T16:24:15.442+10:00</updated><title type='text'>1 April 2007</title><content type='html'>Someone played a joke on me while I was half-asleep.. and it made me cry. Stupid me. T_T&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*****&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Forgiveness is letting go of the past. Trust has to do with future behaviour.&lt;br /&gt;Forgiveness must be immediate, whether or not a person asks for it. Trust must be rebuilt over time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21907329-5138122566109526570?l=nxt2me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21907329/posts/default/5138122566109526570'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21907329/posts/default/5138122566109526570'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nxt2me.blogspot.com/2007/04/1-april-2007.html' title='1 April 2007'/><author><name>Midori</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18023594656333749199</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21907329.post-4081976997657923540</id><published>2007-03-30T23:47:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2007-04-01T16:26:33.990+10:00</updated><title type='text'>31 March 2007</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;you gotta take the good with the bad,&lt;br /&gt;smile with the sad,&lt;br /&gt;love what you got&lt;br /&gt;and remember what you had,&lt;br /&gt;always forgive, but never forget,&lt;br /&gt;learn from your mistakes but never regret,&lt;br /&gt;people change, things go wrong,&lt;br /&gt;just remember that life goes on..&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21907329-4081976997657923540?l=nxt2me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21907329/posts/default/4081976997657923540'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21907329/posts/default/4081976997657923540'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nxt2me.blogspot.com/2007/03/31-march-2007.html' title='31 March 2007'/><author><name>Midori</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18023594656333749199</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21907329.post-5259181933412631951</id><published>2007-03-28T21:05:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2007-03-28T23:39:04.544+10:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I miss you!! 12xII&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21907329-5259181933412631951?l=nxt2me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21907329/posts/default/5259181933412631951'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21907329/posts/default/5259181933412631951'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nxt2me.blogspot.com/2007/03/i-miss-you-12xii.html' title=''/><author><name>Midori</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18023594656333749199</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21907329.post-2071587425865846164</id><published>2007-03-26T21:33:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2007-03-26T21:41:27.679+10:00</updated><title type='text'>26 March 2007</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;This week:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;* English common (viewing task; Relationships)&lt;br /&gt;* Maths common...&lt;br /&gt;* Chemistry assessment task due (Metals)&lt;br /&gt;* Chemistry topic test&lt;br /&gt;* Economics assessment&lt;br /&gt;* Biology assessment task due&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;&amp;amp;&lt;br /&gt;* haircut &amp;amp; etc.&lt;br /&gt;* doctors appointment&lt;br /&gt;* tuition Chemistry hwk&lt;br /&gt;* tuition Maths test&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/21907329-2071587425865846164?l=nxt2me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21907329/posts/default/2071587425865846164'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21907329/posts/default/2071587425865846164'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nxt2me.blogspot.com/2007/03/26-march-2007.html' title='26 March 2007'/><author><name>Midori</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18023594656333749199</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21907329.post-261699319766175937</id><published>2007-03-25T00:56:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2007-03-25T01:02:27.264+11:00</updated><title type='text'>25 March 2007</title><content type='html'>&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5045490036556661506" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ViS8eNRP77I/RgUudMK7gwI/AAAAAAAAADg/aw7PFOneVDM/s320/DSC00210.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5045489826103263986" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ViS8eNRP77I/RgUuQ8K7gvI/AAAAAAAAADY/8kfrDHj19F8/s320/DSC00211.JPG" border="0" /&gt; Training to Eastwood last night..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;There is only you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21907329-261699319766175937?l=nxt2me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21907329/posts/default/261699319766175937'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21907329/posts/default/261699319766175937'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nxt2me.blogspot.com/2007/03/25-march-2007.html' title='25 March 2007'/><author><name>Midori</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18023594656333749199</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ViS8eNRP77I/RgUudMK7gwI/AAAAAAAAADg/aw7PFOneVDM/s72-c/DSC00210.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21907329.post-8847296626615169522</id><published>2007-03-24T23:50:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2007-03-25T00:53:36.635+11:00</updated><title type='text'>24 March 2007</title><content type='html'>IT'S DAYLIGHT SAVINGS. ONLY 11:09pm at the moment ^__^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another post. All I have been doing in my free time nowadays is meet &lt;b&gt;Jan&lt;/b&gt;. Seriously. I'm expecting a dramatic decrease in page views :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday I went to school, it was alright. School is school. I have to go to school everyday now. To make that easier, I should really find my motivation to study. It's gone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After school, I went home via the City, as per usual. Got home, ordered pizza and went to pick it up with mum. Changed, then parents dropped me at Strathfield at almost 8. Met &lt;b&gt;Jan&lt;/b&gt;, and trained it to the City. Felt super happy &amp; free. No pressure of school, uniform, folders, bags, tuition, work :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Walked around.. so many people on a Friday night. The weather was so nice. Just sat and talked, listened to music, had a slurpee from 7/11, haha. Ate at some place in Chinatown, before going to Eastwood at like 1am, then met his parents, and he drove me home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wish we could have more of those nights.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5045485183243616994" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ViS8eNRP77I/RgUqCsK7guI/AAAAAAAAADQ/G-tBJwvlnCo/s320/DSC00153%5B2%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so many times I thought I hold it in my hands&lt;br /&gt;but just like grains of sand&lt;br /&gt;love slipped through my fingers&lt;br /&gt;so many nights I asked the Lord above&lt;br /&gt;please make me lucky enough to find a love that lingers&lt;br /&gt;something keeps telling me that you could be my answered prayer&lt;br /&gt;you must be heaven sent, I swear cause...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;something happens when you look at me I forget to speak&lt;br /&gt;something happens when you kiss my mouth my knees get so weak&lt;br /&gt;could it be true is this what God has meant for me?&lt;br /&gt;cause baby I can't believe...&lt;br /&gt;that something like &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;you&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt; could happen to me &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21907329-8847296626615169522?l=nxt2me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21907329/posts/default/8847296626615169522'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21907329/posts/default/8847296626615169522'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nxt2me.blogspot.com/2007/03/24-march-2007.html' title='24 March 2007'/><author><name>Midori</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18023594656333749199</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ViS8eNRP77I/RgUqCsK7guI/AAAAAAAAADQ/G-tBJwvlnCo/s72-c/DSC00153%5B2%5D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21907329.post-6680851142496438813</id><published>2007-03-22T20:46:00.001+11:00</published><updated>2007-03-22T20:47:31.902+11:00</updated><title type='text'>22 March 2007</title><content type='html'>Greetings!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Umm.. as you could probably tell, I didn't type the last 3 posts.......... =_=; Guess who did? What kind of guy would type like that.... hahaha. Just joking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But yes,&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;１００日&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt; already, yesterday :D *love*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel like I haven't been properly online for a really long time. Everything that's happening seems like a blur when I look back after a few days, too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've also been talking to one of the girls who works at tuition, &lt;b&gt;Rosie&lt;/b&gt;. Really good person to talk to. I guess I owe &lt;b&gt;Max&lt;/b&gt; &amp; her thanks.. for caring. Even though they'd never come across this, I'll make sure I'll thank them properly before I leave.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life is so.. mm, I don't know how to describe it. I think my life is a life that no-one would really want to read about...... It's so.. o_o;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;UMMMMMMMMMM. Maybe post a couple of pictures later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*****&lt;br /&gt;Friendship isn't ranked by whom we have known the longest&lt;br /&gt;who came first&lt;br /&gt;or who cares the best..&lt;br /&gt;its about who came and&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;never left&lt;/b&gt;..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21907329-6680851142496438813?l=nxt2me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21907329/posts/default/6680851142496438813'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21907329/posts/default/6680851142496438813'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nxt2me.blogspot.com/2007/03/22-march-2007.html' title='22 March 2007'/><author><name>Midori</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18023594656333749199</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21907329.post-731603963731773259</id><published>2007-03-21T10:33:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2007-03-21T10:34:13.822+11:00</updated><title type='text'>21/march/07</title><content type='html'>100 Dayz of Love..! edit later..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21907329-731603963731773259?l=nxt2me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21907329/posts/default/731603963731773259'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21907329/posts/default/731603963731773259'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nxt2me.blogspot.com/2007/03/21march07.html' title='21/march/07'/><author><name>Midori</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18023594656333749199</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21907329.post-504429202583921375</id><published>2007-03-21T10:31:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2007-03-21T10:52:57.312+11:00</updated><title type='text'>20/march/07</title><content type='html'>20/march/07 at 8:30am JanJan came to pick me up at Wm station, cuz i got a lot of textbooks to return and he came to carry them for me!^^.. &lt;3 Got off at Ns station and caught a bus to Nsg..!&lt;br /&gt;                     i had to go class ))= thinking about JanJan... *what he will be doing by himself for hours*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                  JanJan sat at 88 for many many hours! waiting for me = ) s2 He came back to visit me at recess, but soon the bell rang and i had to leave him...Noooooo~~&lt;br /&gt;                                        At lunch time, Tim, JanJan and I went Yum Cha at Crows nest. didn't eat that much, cuz felt abit sick!&lt;br /&gt;              &lt;br /&gt;                    After school, went to the ct wif Hana, was planning to buy stuff for our Ass, but she decided to go burwood~.. T.T.. Met up wif JanJan..!^^ Took alot of photos, and Videos~^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                  Weeeee. 4:30 i had to go meet my mum.. *Hunni came wif me, and said *Lie hou* to my mother.. = p then He left ) = .......but but... called him 15 mins later cuz i missed him soo much... told him to come back and eat wif mother and I. = ))) and he DID! Yayaaaaaa&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;             After Fooding ourselves.. mother and I decided to go home... but i really didnt want to leave JanJan &gt;&lt;' soo i went back to find my Hunni** we went to MC, played Drums, and DDR~^^ we didnt fail any~^^ Yay! first time hunni playing DDR wif me~((( = hes PRO! better than me! '&lt;br /&gt;                         &lt;br /&gt;                                      Didn't play Cliff *HANGER today!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we left the Ct at 9 Old-clock.. JanJan had to go home.. soo he couldn't take me home.. but its ok.. there was alot of people on the train and I called him right after he got off the train~^^&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21907329-504429202583921375?l=nxt2me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21907329/posts/default/504429202583921375'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21907329/posts/default/504429202583921375'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nxt2me.blogspot.com/2007/03/20march07.html' title='20/march/07'/><author><name>Midori</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18023594656333749199</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21907329.post-546580983105371537</id><published>2007-03-21T09:24:00.002+11:00</published><updated>2007-03-21T10:49:18.610+11:00</updated><title type='text'>19/march/07 Monday...</title><content type='html'>19/march/07 Monday...Went to school feeling very sick today! &gt;&lt;"" didn't end up going to any classes. JanJan came to visit me, which made me feel much better.. but when he left, i felt really sick again &gt;&lt;..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                       At lunch time Shelia, JanJan and I went to the Ct for Lunch~at Ichiban.. He had Ramen~..= ))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                      After lunch, we spent some quiet times 2gether, played a game called, *cliff HANGER* = DD we left the Ct around 5ish.. caught the train wif Hunni~ but soon he had to get off at Eastwood &gt;&lt;.. felt really sick when he left!! i got off at Epping, Dad picked me up.. went home and *dies*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21907329-546580983105371537?l=nxt2me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21907329/posts/default/546580983105371537'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21907329/posts/default/546580983105371537'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nxt2me.blogspot.com/2007/03/19march07-monday_7735.html' title='19/march/07 Monday...'/><author><name>Midori</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18023594656333749199</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21907329.post-2216637048593150064</id><published>2007-03-17T23:52:00.001+11:00</published><updated>2007-03-18T00:05:33.589+11:00</updated><title type='text'>17 March 2007</title><content type='html'>I went to school &lt;b&gt;1.5&lt;/b&gt; days last week.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;&amp;amp; it's year 11 oh dear..&lt;br /&gt;must begin to organise myself properly now that main problem/s have subsided&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I haven't blogged about what I've done for a very long time, I think.&lt;br /&gt;So I'll try and do that now, just for a change :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went to eat soooo much today.. @ Auburn RSL, there were sooo many people.. was talking to &lt;b&gt;Steven&lt;/b&gt; &amp; &lt;b&gt;Kitty&lt;/b&gt;, &lt;b&gt;Steven&lt;/b&gt; asked me what I did last week.. I could hardly remember the beginning of the week............ =_=;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Monday, 12th March&lt;/b&gt;:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;HAPPY 3月Sweetie!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I did go to school, but didn't attend a single class.. so that didn't count. After lunch, &lt;b&gt;Jan&lt;/b&gt; came to school, then &lt;b&gt;Hana&lt;/b&gt;, &lt;b&gt;Mel&lt;/b&gt;, &lt;b&gt;Jan&lt;/b&gt; &amp; I left to city to go y2k to eat. Then seperated and just blah around the city.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Got my hair done by J, for fun. Bumped into &lt;b&gt;Amy&lt;/b&gt;, tutor @ Mr. Gu's ^__^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eat with Yutaka with &lt;b&gt;Jan&lt;/b&gt;'s friends.. but no &lt;b&gt;Jan&lt;/b&gt;. Darling Harbour. Went to Eastwood then taxi home..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Tuesday, 13th March&lt;/b&gt;:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stayed home. &lt;b&gt;Jan&lt;/b&gt; came, then in the afternoon we walked to Parramatta to eat at a Vietnamese restaurant on Church Street. Sit around &amp;amp; went home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Wednesday, 14th March&lt;/b&gt;:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went to school, then had tuition.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Thursday, 15th March&lt;/b&gt;:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;School............ I don't remember... very much........ I don't remember if I attended any classes. I'll assume I went to half of them :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Friday, 16th March&lt;/b&gt;:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Went to the city, met &lt;b&gt;Mel&lt;/b&gt;, &amp; go around with her. Shopped a bit. Played a bit. Spend lots of money. $_$&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then caught 290, she got off at North Sydney and I went to Maquarie Centre. Said hello to &lt;b&gt;Jan&lt;/b&gt; and &lt;b&gt;Tim&lt;/b&gt; at work. They work very hard. Then I walked around and sat in the foodcourt, for a couple of hours until 6pm when work finished.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to Eastwood, blah with his friends for a few hours. Ate &amp;amp; drinks at Cafe. Then went to a park near my place. I got driven home ^__^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lots of Jan recently.&lt;br /&gt;Haha, take care peoples.&lt;br /&gt;Smile; be happy! (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21907329-2216637048593150064?l=nxt2me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21907329/posts/default/2216637048593150064'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21907329/posts/default/2216637048593150064'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nxt2me.blogspot.com/2007/03/17-march-2007.html' title='17 March 2007'/><author><name>Midori</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18023594656333749199</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21907329.post-6627484017041616923</id><published>2007-03-15T20:27:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2007-03-15T20:32:18.814+11:00</updated><title type='text'>15 March 2006</title><content type='html'>I know that you're hiding things&lt;br /&gt;Using gentle words to shelter me&lt;br /&gt;Your words were like a dream&lt;br /&gt;But dreams could never fool me&lt;br /&gt;Not that easily&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I acted so distant then&lt;br /&gt;Didn't say goodbye before you left&lt;br /&gt;But I was listening&lt;br /&gt;You'll fight your battles far from me&lt;br /&gt;Far too easily&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Save your tears cause I'll come back"&lt;br /&gt;I could hear that you whispered as you walked through that door&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But still I swore&lt;br /&gt;To hide the pain when I turn back the pages&lt;br /&gt;Shouting might have been the answer&lt;br /&gt;What if I'd cried my eyes out and begged you not to depart&lt;br /&gt;But now I'm not afraid to say what's in my heart&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Though a thousand words&lt;br /&gt;Have never been spoken&lt;br /&gt;They'll fly to you&lt;br /&gt;Crossing over the time and distance holding you&lt;br /&gt;Suspended on silver wings&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And a thousand words&lt;br /&gt;One thousand confessions&lt;br /&gt;Will cradle you&lt;br /&gt;Making all of the pain you feel seem far away&lt;br /&gt;They'll hold you forever&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The dream isn't over yet&lt;br /&gt;Though I often say I can't forget&lt;br /&gt;I still relive that day&lt;br /&gt;"You've been there with me all the way"&lt;br /&gt;I still hear you say&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21907329-6627484017041616923?l=nxt2me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21907329/posts/default/6627484017041616923'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21907329/posts/default/6627484017041616923'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nxt2me.blogspot.com/2007/03/15-march-2006.html' title='15 March 2006'/><author><name>Midori</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18023594656333749199</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21907329.post-7469154475725167174</id><published>2007-03-14T23:19:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2007-03-14T23:20:56.490+11:00</updated><title type='text'>14 March 2007</title><content type='html'>Always said I would know where to find love,&lt;br /&gt;Always thought I’d be ready and strong enough,&lt;br /&gt;But some times I just felt I could give up.&lt;br /&gt;But you came and changed my whole world now,&lt;br /&gt;I’m somewhere I’ve never been before.&lt;br /&gt;Now I see, what love means.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;**&lt;br /&gt;It’s so unbelievable,&lt;br /&gt;And I don’t want to let it go,&lt;br /&gt;Something so beautiful,&lt;br /&gt;Flowing down like a waterfall.&lt;br /&gt;I feel like you’ve always been,&lt;br /&gt;Forever a part of me.&lt;br /&gt;And it’s so unbelievable to finally be in love,&lt;br /&gt;Somewhere I’d never thought I’d be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In my heart, in my head, it’s so clear now,&lt;br /&gt;Hold my hand you’ve got nothing to fear now,&lt;br /&gt;I was lost and you’ve rescued me some how-.&lt;br /&gt;I’m alive, I’m in love you complete me,&lt;br /&gt;And I’ve never been here before.&lt;br /&gt;Now I see, what love means.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;**&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I think of what I have, and this chance I nearly lost,&lt;br /&gt;I cant help but break down, and cry.&lt;br /&gt;Ohh yeah, break down and cry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;**&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I see, what love means&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21907329-7469154475725167174?l=nxt2me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21907329/posts/default/7469154475725167174'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21907329/posts/default/7469154475725167174'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nxt2me.blogspot.com/2007/03/14-march-2007.html' title='14 March 2007'/><author><name>Midori</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18023594656333749199</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21907329.post-2782355706259726290</id><published>2007-03-11T21:46:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2007-03-11T21:52:45.752+11:00</updated><title type='text'>11 March 2007</title><content type='html'>&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2" width="350" align="center" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="middle"  style="color:#bfe9ff;"&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:14;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Your Five Factor Personality Profile&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#def4ff"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img height="100" src="http://images.blogthings.com/thefivefactorpersonalitytest/personality.jpg" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Extroversion:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You have low extroversion.&lt;br /&gt;You are quiet and reserved in most social situations.&lt;br /&gt;A low key, laid back lifestyle is important to you.&lt;br /&gt;You tend to bond slowly, over time, with one or two people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Conscientiousness:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You have medium conscientiousness.&lt;br /&gt;You're generally good at balancing work and play.&lt;br /&gt;When you need to buckle down, you can usually get tasks done.&lt;br /&gt;But you've been known to goof off when you know you can get away with it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Agreeableness:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You have medium agreeableness.&lt;br /&gt;You're generally a friendly and trusting person.&lt;br /&gt;But you also have a healthy dose of cynicism.&lt;br /&gt;You get along well with others, as long as they play fair.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Neuroticism:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You have high neuroticism.&lt;br /&gt;It's easy for you to feel shaken, worried, or depressed.&lt;br /&gt;You often worry, and your worries prevent you from living life fully.&lt;br /&gt;You tend to be emotionally reactive and moody. Your either flying very high or feeling very low.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Openness to experience:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your openness to new experiences is medium.&lt;br /&gt;You are generally broad minded when it come to new things.&lt;br /&gt;But if something crosses a moral line, there's no way you'll approve of it.&lt;br /&gt;You are suspicious of anything too wacky, though you do still consider creativity a virtue.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/thefivefactorpersonalitytest/"&gt;The Five Factor Personality Test&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know, a couple of them I didn't know whether to tick or not.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21907329-2782355706259726290?l=nxt2me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21907329/posts/default/2782355706259726290'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21907329/posts/default/2782355706259726290'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nxt2me.blogspot.com/2007/03/11-march-2007_155.html' title='11 March 2007'/><author><name>Midori</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18023594656333749199</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21907329.post-1490604199594525223</id><published>2007-03-11T19:43:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2007-03-11T19:45:34.819+11:00</updated><title type='text'>11 March 2007</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:200%;"&gt;Don't principally live for tomorrow,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;for tomorrow may never come..&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21907329-1490604199594525223?l=nxt2me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21907329/posts/default/1490604199594525223'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21907329/posts/default/1490604199594525223'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nxt2me.blogspot.com/2007/03/11-march-2007_11.html' title='11 March 2007'/><author><name>Midori</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18023594656333749199</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry></feed>
