<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6401825390581611626</id><updated>2012-02-16T19:40:49.199+11:00</updated><title type='text'>Sarah is awesome.</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarahistall.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6401825390581611626/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarahistall.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Sarahhhh</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__Ll3q4za4_U/SnbKrPrjqPI/AAAAAAAAAAM/VrvBupWdr0I/S220/DSC00182.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>90</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6401825390581611626.post-6977454270372332334</id><published>2010-03-20T17:21:00.003+11:00</published><updated>2010-03-20T17:23:44.670+11:00</updated><title type='text'>#88</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;For all you lucky fuckers out there, i was in the mood for blogging :P but just to say that i went out today and there was a sale at this shop and i saw LEE Jeans for $85!!!!!!!!! what a bargin... then they didnt have the colour i liked so i was all pissy and shit.. just thought i'd let you know. LOL! OOO! And there were Gucci Sunglasses too :O but im too stingy and didnt want to pay $400...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Im currently about to hit the books. Geography &gt;:( writing a bloody essay about why australia's "unique" ( N )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xsarahh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6401825390581611626-6977454270372332334?l=sarahistall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarahistall.blogspot.com/feeds/6977454270372332334/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sarahistall.blogspot.com/2010/03/88.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6401825390581611626/posts/default/6977454270372332334'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6401825390581611626/posts/default/6977454270372332334'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarahistall.blogspot.com/2010/03/88.html' title='#88'/><author><name>Sarahhhh</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__Ll3q4za4_U/SnbKrPrjqPI/AAAAAAAAAAM/VrvBupWdr0I/S220/DSC00182.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6401825390581611626.post-5240712617945983690</id><published>2010-03-16T17:41:00.002+11:00</published><updated>2010-03-16T17:43:48.354+11:00</updated><title type='text'>#87</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Hey guyzzzzzzz. long time no blog.. nothing worthy of putting up anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am not going to be blogging anymore because i seriously CEE BEE EFFFFFFFFFF. LOL!&lt;br /&gt;Occasionally i will write a blog or two but it'll probably be like once every one to two months. LOL! Too much homework and stress at the moment - pissed off atm as well. :@&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well love youse allllllll heapsss. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;X SARAHHHHH&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6401825390581611626-5240712617945983690?l=sarahistall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarahistall.blogspot.com/feeds/5240712617945983690/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sarahistall.blogspot.com/2010/03/87.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6401825390581611626/posts/default/5240712617945983690'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6401825390581611626/posts/default/5240712617945983690'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarahistall.blogspot.com/2010/03/87.html' title='#87'/><author><name>Sarahhhh</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__Ll3q4za4_U/SnbKrPrjqPI/AAAAAAAAAAM/VrvBupWdr0I/S220/DSC00182.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6401825390581611626.post-5878002155965096644</id><published>2010-03-03T07:52:00.002+11:00</published><updated>2010-03-03T07:57:11.733+11:00</updated><title type='text'>#86</title><content type='html'>Hey thereeeeee.&lt;br /&gt;this is gonna be quick cause i have to leave the house in like 8 minutes to go to school cause im a fricken nerdddd.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not much has happened. :( cbf to blog anymore well not at the moment anywaysssssssssss&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I might continue this blog last night but cbf at the moment :S&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOVE YA'S :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6401825390581611626-5878002155965096644?l=sarahistall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarahistall.blogspot.com/feeds/5878002155965096644/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sarahistall.blogspot.com/2010/03/86.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6401825390581611626/posts/default/5878002155965096644'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6401825390581611626/posts/default/5878002155965096644'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarahistall.blogspot.com/2010/03/86.html' title='#86'/><author><name>Sarahhhh</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__Ll3q4za4_U/SnbKrPrjqPI/AAAAAAAAAAM/VrvBupWdr0I/S220/DSC00182.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6401825390581611626.post-7627115112269643738</id><published>2010-02-26T07:43:00.002+11:00</published><updated>2010-02-26T07:53:41.805+11:00</updated><title type='text'>#85</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;HERROWWWWWWW 8)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOL long time no blog or what?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well you havent really been missing out on much, nothing exciting has happened.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday 20th; I ended up going to bankstown to see most of the dear group that i missed so very much. When i was about to leave, mum forgot to return something at myer, so she went back and my brother, my dad and i waited for her in the car, she came back then we couldnt start the car :S&lt;br /&gt;So i went back and forth from the group like a billion times TT" but i love them so bloody much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; To my dearest, &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Rachael Souw&lt;/span&gt;, i fucken love you so much babe. i'll always be here for you no matter what. You're one of the strongest people i know. &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;( L )&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunday 21st; Went to Parra in the morning for some shopping and met up with Mariann and Dalena, the cute cunts. :) Walked around looked for Dalena's stockings (A)&lt;br /&gt;Then i went swimming at the pools with my cousins somewhere in croydon, ITS SO EFFING PRETTY! you look over the water and theres boats and shit. so pretty man. D:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then went to family friend's place and ate dinner then just went on net all night LOL! i have no life, EFF YOU :$&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Monday 22nd; School is a pain in the fucken tush as normal. so bloody boring and hot, feel like im gonna die X_X&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rest of the week was the same&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friday 26th; Have double sport today :( kill me! period 5 and 6 some science ferensics thing :S&lt;br /&gt;After school Nessa and I shall go to woolies and buy ingredients to make our beautiful rocky road :D Shall take photos for all you jealous bitchezzzz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today's fact; uncopyrightable is the longest word in the english language that does not have repeating letters. 8-|  My borther told me this... his 10 :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i do not like green eggs and ham, i do not like them, Sam I Am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6401825390581611626-7627115112269643738?l=sarahistall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarahistall.blogspot.com/feeds/7627115112269643738/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sarahistall.blogspot.com/2010/02/85.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6401825390581611626/posts/default/7627115112269643738'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6401825390581611626/posts/default/7627115112269643738'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarahistall.blogspot.com/2010/02/85.html' title='#85'/><author><name>Sarahhhh</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__Ll3q4za4_U/SnbKrPrjqPI/AAAAAAAAAAM/VrvBupWdr0I/S220/DSC00182.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6401825390581611626.post-3859774387314457835</id><published>2010-02-20T11:24:00.002+11:00</published><updated>2010-02-20T11:35:34.894+11:00</updated><title type='text'>#84</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;WHAT BETTER WAY TO START THE DAY THAN FUCKING RAGING?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;first thing, i wake up and my UMMAYS goes,"who are you going out with?"&lt;br /&gt;im like im gouing with my friends to see my other friends&lt;br /&gt;and she asks the same thing every FUCKING time TT"&lt;br /&gt;1. Whos your friend?&lt;br /&gt;2. How do you know them?&lt;br /&gt;3. Where are they from?&lt;br /&gt;4. Were they the people I saw last time, cause they didnt look very good?&lt;br /&gt;5. Have i met their parents?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and im like BITCH SHUT THE FUCK UP ALREADY!&lt;br /&gt;YOU DONT NEED TO KNOW WHO I GO OUT WITH EVERY SINGLE FRICKEN TIME, OBVIOUSLY ITS GONNA BE PEOPLE I NORMALLY GO OUT WITH?!&lt;br /&gt;YOU TELL ME TO STAY HOME AND DO WORK AND SHIT, AND WHEN I DO YOU SAY I SHOULD GO OUT MORE? MAKE UP YOUR FUCKING MIND.&lt;br /&gt;YOU FUCKING TELL ME TO GO SEE MY FRIENDS AND GO CATCH UP, HAVE A SOCIAL LIFE, HOW CAN I HAVE A FUCKING SOCIAL LIFE WHEN YOURE PATROLLING ME 24/7?&lt;br /&gt;YOU SAY "OHH SCHOOL IS FOR LEARNING DONT TALK IN SCHOOL" NANANA THEN I TELL YOU IM GOING OUT WITH SCHOOL FRIENDS, BUT NO THATS NOT GOOD ENOUGH FOR YOU EITHER, SO YOU FUCKING SAY NAH YOU HAVE ENOUGH TIME WITH THEM WHEN YOURE AT SCHOOL. WHAT HTE FUCK IS THIS? YOU TELL ME THAT I CAN TALK TO THEM ON THE PHONE AND ONLINE WHEN YOU FUCKING LET ME ON THE PHONE FOR LIKE WHAT? 10 MINUTES AND HOW CAN I TALK TO THEM ONLINE WHEN IM FUCKING DOING HOMEWORK ALL WEEK?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YOU TELL ME I PUT MY FRIENDS OVER FAMILY WELL I FRIGGON SEE YOU EVERY SINGLE DAY OF MY FUCKING LIFE. AND THEN I SEE THE REST OF THEM AT LEAST LIKE TWICE A WEEK? YOU CAN HAVE TIME TO SEE YOUR FRIENDS AND GO TO THEIR PARTIES EVERY WEEK BUT I CANT? YOURE A FUCKING HOPOCRITE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MAKE UP YOUR FUCKING MIND, AND STRAIGHTEN UP.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YOU TELL ME I GET GOOD MARKS AND SHIT, BUT WHATS THE POINT OF ME GETTING GOOD MARKS IF YOU DONT EVEN GIVE ME ANYTHING IN RETURN? WHY DONT I JUST FUCK UP MY LIFE LIKE YOU ALREADY HAVE?! FOR FUCK SAKEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SO SHUT THE FUCK UP AND DONT TELL ME WHAT I CAN AND CANT DO OR GO.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FRIGGON HELL YOU TELL ME WHEN IM OLDER AND FINISH SCHOOL I CAN DO WHATEVER I WANT, BUT YET YOU ALREADY HAVE PLANNED OUT WHAT UNI IM GOING TO? AND BY THAT TIME, ILL BE WHAT? 18? AND AS IF IM GONNA WANT TO GO TO THESE FUCKING PLACES WHEN IM FUCKING 18.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FUCK.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As you can tell, i am pissed off. and its all because my ummays isnt letting me out.&lt;br /&gt;i felt a lot better after typing that up but... im still pissed off :@&lt;br /&gt;and now shes making me go to my grandmas place? WHAT&lt;br /&gt;THE&lt;br /&gt;FUCKKKKKKKKKKKK!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today's fact; she fucked up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fuck My Life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;amp; Dear Terry / Ben / Kevin / Welton etc. if youre reading&lt;br /&gt;i dont care what you say, i can rage all i want hmmph.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this is probably  going to be one of those blogs when i look back in like 2 days think i was stupid&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;but im FUCKING ANGRY SHUT THE FUCK UP!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6401825390581611626-3859774387314457835?l=sarahistall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarahistall.blogspot.com/feeds/3859774387314457835/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sarahistall.blogspot.com/2010/02/84.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6401825390581611626/posts/default/3859774387314457835'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6401825390581611626/posts/default/3859774387314457835'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarahistall.blogspot.com/2010/02/84.html' title='#84'/><author><name>Sarahhhh</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__Ll3q4za4_U/SnbKrPrjqPI/AAAAAAAAAAM/VrvBupWdr0I/S220/DSC00182.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6401825390581611626.post-3877328156707078984</id><published>2010-02-17T16:29:00.003+11:00</published><updated>2010-02-17T16:38:27.892+11:00</updated><title type='text'>#83</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Pewwwwwwwwwwwww.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am so effing tired these days :( fucking hellllllll.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunday 14th; Valentines / CNY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What an effing day. go so much le xi. :D ! so happy, i havent had this much money with me in agessssssss but chyeahhh went to grandmas &gt; cabramatta. saw some pretty cute guys :$ then i went backt o my grandma's place to meet up with cousins &gt; Citayeeee. Watched warren &amp;amp; ben perform. Went with Terry, Kari, Ellisa and idk that weird guy's name but yeah. Walked around and stuff then met up with parents at like... 5? ish then went back to my place and ellisa and stuff swam. then went to hurstville for dinner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Monday 15th; Swimming Carnival&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was pretty friggon hectick..&lt;br /&gt;Went in races for fun with Yazzy, Jen and Mimi.&lt;br /&gt;8) im pretty pro (H)&lt;br /&gt;ROFL then after the carnival went to revesby with Talisha, Sharni, Vanessa and Jasmise. Bought gloria jeans then went back to my place for a swim LOL! @ Vanessa trying to dive. :L&lt;br /&gt;Ooo i forgot to mention, we saw this cute guy walking near my street and i was ghosting him :$ then we realised he lived in my street and he knew the hot guy that lives across the road from me. ohmygad ! :O&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways yeahh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;uhmm not much on tuesday nor today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hope youse are having a good week! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today's fact; dates have seeds in them? :S&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tic tok on the clock, keep on swimming to the top,&lt;br /&gt;Alright, it's in sight, I can see the finish line. 8)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6401825390581611626-3877328156707078984?l=sarahistall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarahistall.blogspot.com/feeds/3877328156707078984/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sarahistall.blogspot.com/2010/02/83_17.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6401825390581611626/posts/default/3877328156707078984'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6401825390581611626/posts/default/3877328156707078984'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarahistall.blogspot.com/2010/02/83_17.html' title='#83'/><author><name>Sarahhhh</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__Ll3q4za4_U/SnbKrPrjqPI/AAAAAAAAAAM/VrvBupWdr0I/S220/DSC00182.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6401825390581611626.post-423432215466755586</id><published>2010-02-13T22:29:00.002+11:00</published><updated>2010-02-13T22:40:08.246+11:00</updated><title type='text'>#83</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Hi guyezzzz.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;First time i've updated my blog 2 days in a row since ages ago, and it's all because of Johnno. Cause his #1 or w/e LOL&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Today i went to tutor at bloody 9 o'clock TT" and i am so bloody tired right now, but can i sleep? no, because im sitting on the computer at Terry (the faggot's) house. Youre a dumb shit, terry, friggon dickface. :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Thennn i went shopping @ banx for groceries with mommy til like 11:30 ish?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Thennnnnn went home and then went BACK to banx. fmd took like 30 minutes just to find effing parking, god dammit.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Walked around shopping and shit and bought tops dresses, and uhmm SKIRTS. yeahh (H)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Cause im just that cool...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Terry youre a faggot. stop typing like a TB.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Dear Mr Pandora, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i hope you have fun with your bloody Chinese New Year friend, you're a faggot :(&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&amp;amp; Johnno, i know im eeeeeeetswahhhhhh 8)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Today's fact; i love le xi :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Terry, youre a faggot.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6401825390581611626-423432215466755586?l=sarahistall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarahistall.blogspot.com/feeds/423432215466755586/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sarahistall.blogspot.com/2010/02/83.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6401825390581611626/posts/default/423432215466755586'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6401825390581611626/posts/default/423432215466755586'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarahistall.blogspot.com/2010/02/83.html' title='#83'/><author><name>Sarahhhh</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__Ll3q4za4_U/SnbKrPrjqPI/AAAAAAAAAAM/VrvBupWdr0I/S220/DSC00182.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6401825390581611626.post-2592666688171833253</id><published>2010-02-12T16:35:00.002+11:00</published><updated>2010-02-12T16:45:02.568+11:00</updated><title type='text'>#82</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;(T) Vincent the faggot. Peanut butter &amp;amp; Jelly is nice&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; My jam drops are better than the ones at the shop (A)&lt;br /&gt;Mother effer, stop mocking me :@&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SORRYY I HAVENT BEEN BLOGGING GUYSSSSSSSSS.&lt;br /&gt;Shout out to Kate cause she reminded me about my fact of the day, HEY THERE 7!&lt;br /&gt;To Yasmin for making me write this,&lt;br /&gt;To Shay - HAPPY BIRTHDAY FOR YTD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I been busy with homework and all :$ cause im not a nerd or anythinggggggg :D&lt;br /&gt;Chinese new year soon guys!&lt;br /&gt;Money money money money. Le Xi pl0x (A)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy Valentines to you all! Hearts go out to all of youseeeeeeeeeeee :D (L)&lt;br /&gt;Even to the ones that dont have Valentines, you have meeee, (L)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its been extremely hot and im am just about to go sit directly under the air con. So toodleeeeeees~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today's fact; When a bee stings you, it injects acid into your skin. 8-|&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vincent is a dogcunt. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6401825390581611626-2592666688171833253?l=sarahistall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarahistall.blogspot.com/feeds/2592666688171833253/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sarahistall.blogspot.com/2010/02/82.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6401825390581611626/posts/default/2592666688171833253'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6401825390581611626/posts/default/2592666688171833253'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarahistall.blogspot.com/2010/02/82.html' title='#82'/><author><name>Sarahhhh</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__Ll3q4za4_U/SnbKrPrjqPI/AAAAAAAAAAM/VrvBupWdr0I/S220/DSC00182.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6401825390581611626.post-5939466415471875569</id><published>2010-02-05T19:45:00.002+11:00</published><updated>2010-02-05T19:51:23.709+11:00</updated><title type='text'>#81</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;HELLOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO CYBERSPACE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry I havent been blogging for a while, gotten so much homework already TT"&lt;br /&gt;I already got like 2 blisters from writing so much. esp. in geography.&lt;br /&gt;I have sooo many good teachers this year - so far.&lt;br /&gt;hopefully they wont turn into fags and bitches... :S but yeah schools been pretty hectic these past few days but YAYYYYY! week 1 &amp;amp; 2 are overrrrrr.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Too much ro recap so basically school is wht happened. not much else.&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow going to Parra with Terry cause his gayyyyyy. :) and cant buy valentines present for girls himself. LOL!&lt;br /&gt;then on sunday is my grandma's birthday and everyoneon my mums side is coming over for dinnerrrr. yummy yummy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i am currently homeworking :S - pretty much all i ever do these days.&lt;br /&gt;Reading this book "Children of the Dust" its so effing depressing O_O"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will try and start blogging frequently again, for the people that do read it.. and YES PEOPLE DO READ IT, thank you very much! eg. Shay &amp;amp; Yasmine (A)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today's fact; Dono grew :O!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Omgadd EFF YOU STUPID WEATHER! MAKE UP YOUR BLOODY MIND!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6401825390581611626-5939466415471875569?l=sarahistall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarahistall.blogspot.com/feeds/5939466415471875569/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sarahistall.blogspot.com/2010/02/81.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6401825390581611626/posts/default/5939466415471875569'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6401825390581611626/posts/default/5939466415471875569'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarahistall.blogspot.com/2010/02/81.html' title='#81'/><author><name>Sarahhhh</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__Ll3q4za4_U/SnbKrPrjqPI/AAAAAAAAAAM/VrvBupWdr0I/S220/DSC00182.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6401825390581611626.post-2658958921310636349</id><published>2010-01-26T21:11:00.002+11:00</published><updated>2010-01-26T21:29:40.603+11:00</updated><title type='text'>#80</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;HAPPY 8OTH BLOG TO ME! lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So on saturday i stayed home all day :( 'cause my dad's old colleagues came over for a bbq. and it was soooo boring. sime little kid was talking to himself O_O" i felt kind of sorry for him... LOL!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunday in the morning went to bankstown for brother to get a hair cut. and i ran into littlemissnaidaaaaa :) missed her heaps D: then i went to parra shopping with mum 8) which was (N) because she was too mean and didnt let me buy anything :@ eff you. After that we went to cabramattaaaaaaaaa to visit grandparents and see cousins and talk to aunty about her wedding! She's so excited. and fmd her bridesmaid is sooo pretty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Monday spent most of the morning wondering what to do... then leah came online and we decided to go to livo :) So we went to livo and shit yeahhh and walked around etc. nothing special get her addicted to peach green tea with pearls 8) LOL! She loves me (A)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then went to exquisito and ate a bolognase potato. yum yum yummmmmm. walked around more then went home..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While we were talking to livo station we were about to cross the road and then we saw this man just run across the road and he was soaking wet. and as he ran he was like "AHHHHH!" and me and leah were like ^o) what the fuck. so we just tried not to look at him and we were trying not to laugh. and there were these 3 aussie chicks next to us and his like "you ladies got 20c?" and the chicks like uhh no..? and then he reaches in the region of his croch to get his phone? ^o) wdf is wrong with this guy.. and his like "sorry ladies" and we're like O_______________________O" then the girl was helping her friend up cause she was sitting down and the guy full goes DONT TOUCH HER! and then he full tries to grab their hand and they were like dont touch me? :S what a freak. and he walked off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then me and leah were on teh station talking about CONTAINERS of butter for some reason ? :S and leahs like yeah i should go home and eat a jar of butter to gain weight ( shes sooo skinny ) and i was like you mean a tub? and shes like "whatever tar and jubs are the same thing" and for some reason we found that so hysterical so we laughed like no tomorrow and got a billion dirties.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were walking back to my palce and we were walking on the main road and leah sees a 5c coin and she's like 5c it's good luck! and then as she said that, these P platers drove past and beeped and they were screaming out the window, but we couldnt quite make out what they were trying to say... and then leah accidentally dropped her 5c and she was like "YOU MADE ME DROP MY 5c YA CUNT!" and then she turns to me and goes "should i go back and pick it up" and for some reason we found that so very funny as well? :S&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;funniest day out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then today Happy Australia Day everybody.&lt;br /&gt;Went to Simpson bay and went swimming and stuff got a mad ass tan 8) but now im starting to think maybe im just a bit TOO black :$ went to dinner @ banx with some family. ran into john steven and peter.&lt;br /&gt;went for a walk with Ellisa, ben and kevin LOL! funny moments. and now im here and i wanna finish writing this so i can go watch The House Bunny. LOL! (A)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today's fact; There are eels in simpson bay? :S&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;just because i wanna watch my movie doesnt mean i dont love you guyzzzzzz &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6401825390581611626-2658958921310636349?l=sarahistall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarahistall.blogspot.com/feeds/2658958921310636349/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sarahistall.blogspot.com/2010/01/80.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6401825390581611626/posts/default/2658958921310636349'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6401825390581611626/posts/default/2658958921310636349'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarahistall.blogspot.com/2010/01/80.html' title='#80'/><author><name>Sarahhhh</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__Ll3q4za4_U/SnbKrPrjqPI/AAAAAAAAAAM/VrvBupWdr0I/S220/DSC00182.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6401825390581611626.post-1437436238326872405</id><published>2010-01-23T13:51:00.003+11:00</published><updated>2010-01-23T14:12:29.565+11:00</updated><title type='text'>#79</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Could it get any effing hotterrrrrrrr?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Long time no see.. 8-)&lt;br /&gt;On thursday night i went and bought all my school stuff (A) cause im smart and i know next week the shops will be jam packed with stupid kiddies looking for their shit.&lt;br /&gt;I covered all my books :D I have Ben 10, Transformers &amp;amp; Spongebob Squarepants book coverings. (: But a lot of the books have stupid bubbles cause i fail at covering books :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friday; Woke up at like...9? ish i think... then i phoned with kai. and i vacuumed. and it was sooo hot omg. so i went citayeee with my cousin. cause he had to meet up with old colleagues. and they took like effing 2 hours. TT" so me and my brother had lunch with my mummy, then we waited for like an hour for my stupid cousinnnnn didnt even call me or anything!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we had easy way and stuff 8) Caught the bus to central and took caps :) 'cause we're just that cool...&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__Ll3q4za4_U/S1pnAuYCqDI/AAAAAAAAADo/1jfZD_Eb0XQ/s1600-h/DSC01516.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__Ll3q4za4_U/S1pnAuYCqDI/AAAAAAAAADo/1jfZD_Eb0XQ/s320/DSC01516.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5429765562895083570" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__Ll3q4za4_U/S1pnBGowutI/AAAAAAAAADw/K0N6LJfySmw/s1600-h/DSC01517.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__Ll3q4za4_U/S1pnBGowutI/AAAAAAAAADw/K0N6LJfySmw/s320/DSC01517.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5429765569407662802" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__Ll3q4za4_U/S1pnBg6mhwI/AAAAAAAAAD4/aXTp-y0VlVg/s1600-h/DSC01523.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__Ll3q4za4_U/S1pnBg6mhwI/AAAAAAAAAD4/aXTp-y0VlVg/s320/DSC01523.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5429765576461813506" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOL! Can you see any resemblance? 8) Please say no :$&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Umm then we went to paddy's to but my cousin an new phone case. $8 for an iPhone case, what a bargain. :L&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then they had like pretty dresses and stuff. bought a pair of destroyed refuge shorts for $20, cause im just that cool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then bought 2 tops for $35 all up. 8) So on clothes i spent $55... but that was on 3 garments so i would say thats pretty good... 8)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we walked around china town and met up with my motherrr then went home. brother went to watch avatar with cousins and didnt come back til like.. 12:30? and rents went out til like 12 with family friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sooo i was home by myself. fuck me dead - it was so freaky O_O"! Then i got off msn at like 1? 1:15? ish. then i got ready went to bed and msged mr Tony "laidback" Byron til like 2.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but "Be carefree just like me, Sarah" Sounds better. so eff you Tony :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OHH IFORGOT TO MENTION.&lt;br /&gt;You know some of the toilets in the city dont even have bloody bag hooks?! i was liek how the eff am i supposed to pee when i have to effing carry my bag ^o) What do you think this is.. Jeez...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Writing letters of complaint (A)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today's fact; I am cool, so jump in the pool. You are gay, go play with some clay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I think I'm in love with your swagger.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;( 8 )&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6401825390581611626-1437436238326872405?l=sarahistall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarahistall.blogspot.com/feeds/1437436238326872405/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sarahistall.blogspot.com/2010/01/79.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6401825390581611626/posts/default/1437436238326872405'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6401825390581611626/posts/default/1437436238326872405'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarahistall.blogspot.com/2010/01/79.html' title='#79'/><author><name>Sarahhhh</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__Ll3q4za4_U/SnbKrPrjqPI/AAAAAAAAAAM/VrvBupWdr0I/S220/DSC00182.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__Ll3q4za4_U/S1pnAuYCqDI/AAAAAAAAADo/1jfZD_Eb0XQ/s72-c/DSC01516.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6401825390581611626.post-7645070606662443402</id><published>2010-01-21T09:36:00.004+11:00</published><updated>2010-01-21T10:53:33.302+11:00</updated><title type='text'>#78</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;amp; i was like ... shut the fuck up bro.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday i stayed at home all day cause everyone was out, yes everyone except me. :( so i sat at home all day, phoned with matthew ly a bit and then ngan. then i made lunch. and i got tired so i took a nap and woke up at 4. then my dad came home so i took a shower then made dinner. :(&lt;br /&gt;What a depressing day....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And to the guy thats fucked in his fucking head. Fuck you. you dont even know me and you fucking go giving me shit, because of one fucking word? i hate you so much. and normally i dont critisize people before i get to know them but in this case ill make and acception. can i just say, no one in the group likes you, you think you're all that cause you hang out with some people you think are "cool" well you're not. and to be honest with you - everyone thinks youre a perverted fucked up dick head that has no respect for anything, not even yourself. Grow a dick and if you're gonna go giving people shit, make sure you read over it and check that it makes sense before you fucking put it on facebook, you're not only humiliating the person, but yourself as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Get fucked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today's fact; i hate you (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hope you die in a hole ,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6401825390581611626-7645070606662443402?l=sarahistall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarahistall.blogspot.com/feeds/7645070606662443402/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sarahistall.blogspot.com/2010/01/78.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6401825390581611626/posts/default/7645070606662443402'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6401825390581611626/posts/default/7645070606662443402'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarahistall.blogspot.com/2010/01/78.html' title='#78'/><author><name>Sarahhhh</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__Ll3q4za4_U/SnbKrPrjqPI/AAAAAAAAAAM/VrvBupWdr0I/S220/DSC00182.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6401825390581611626.post-3918671606873028328</id><published>2010-01-19T19:31:00.002+11:00</published><updated>2010-01-19T19:47:22.850+11:00</updated><title type='text'>#77</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;SHU CUZZYYYY!  (H) I am so gangster.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16th; Went to banx for a bit to buy stuff then went to welton's place to make TACOSSSSSSS :D We're soooo pro bro. ( H )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17th; Went ice skating at Macquarie again. I'm so awesome, i didnt even fall once :D Watching people stack is so fun. There was this one guy and he was like tall ish, and he didnt know how to skate so he had a girl on either side of him guiding him and he didnt even skate, he just sort of stepped on the ice and WALKED around :S and he still stacked, LOL!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18th; Someone came overrrrrr. not gonna say who :L cause you guys are gay. Watched avatar on my computer. cause im cool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19th; Woke up at like 9 and i was gonna ave a shower but then realised my hair wouldnt dry in time :S so i got up and got ready and left the house, walked to the bus stop and saw HGRIGSS. (chick from my school - friggon retard) LOL! And then i bumped into Mimi and Yazzy, havent seen those babes in agessssssssss. Then my bus came.. and sat loner for like 20 minutes :( Stupid bus had to stop and like everyyyyyyyyyy bus stop :@ stupid people, get on the next bus jeez. Then met up with some of my homies ( H )&lt;br /&gt;Got some keys cut then went to buy something white for shazzie, until she realised she had white singlets... LOL! So we went to meet up with everyone else at the cinemas but the "Tooth Fairy" was full :S So we went to food court to buy food. and then after we ate, we walked back to the cinemas and had a hugeeeeee arguement... sort of about whether we should stay and watch another movie or  go to EMDEE'S So we decided to watch "The Lovely Bones" Fucken weirdest movie out... so retarded man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the movie no one was bothered to go Emdee's so we just went to buy more food and walk around a bit. ATE CORN :D SO YUMMY! Then I left early (A) cause im an obiedient daughter 8) :L And then when i was about to get on my bus, i saw mr jason trannn the bffl that i miss so effing much. havent had a full conversation with that faggot in ages :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then i went home. and ate dinner and stuff.... and now im blogging :S&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today's fact; Geoffrey Shum has a dog called "Look Duw" LOL! HOW CUTE! :L&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kai Vasquez loves me to effing bits (A)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6401825390581611626-3918671606873028328?l=sarahistall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarahistall.blogspot.com/feeds/3918671606873028328/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sarahistall.blogspot.com/2010/01/77_19.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6401825390581611626/posts/default/3918671606873028328'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6401825390581611626/posts/default/3918671606873028328'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarahistall.blogspot.com/2010/01/77_19.html' title='#77'/><author><name>Sarahhhh</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__Ll3q4za4_U/SnbKrPrjqPI/AAAAAAAAAAM/VrvBupWdr0I/S220/DSC00182.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6401825390581611626.post-8752906199311785309</id><published>2010-01-15T21:52:00.003+11:00</published><updated>2010-01-15T22:01:01.955+11:00</updated><title type='text'>#77</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Kinda - ish?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yesterday i wrote a blog but if was for the day before that so just to recap what i did yesterday;&lt;br /&gt;I woke up at like 11 and then i just sat at home all day phoning with people. and stuff. And thats when i realised ive wasted like this whole holidays staying home, sleeping in when i could be out socialising and having fun 8) LOL!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Only 2 more weeks left. Must make the most of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today i woke up early and cleaned my room. then a certain someone messaged me and told me they only just got up at like 12 when i was supposed to meet them at 12. Grr. So i just stayed home and watched movies. Like "No Reservations" that movie is boring - ish and Sad D: made me cry like 3 times. Then i got bored so i went to sleep til like 5. Woke up had dinner youtube - d and watched community channel for like an hour ( i need to get a life LOL! ) then parents went out. And I phoned with samson til like 9. Then i showered. And now im writing this pointless blog :S I wonder if people actually read my blog... ^o) Tell me if you do cause otherwise im like writing this for no reason...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So when i finish writing this ill be thinking to myself - what the fuck am i supposed to do now? :S&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today's fact; Trains have wheels?!  ( Im not dopey! I SWEAR! )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sleep is my new best friend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6401825390581611626-8752906199311785309?l=sarahistall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarahistall.blogspot.com/feeds/8752906199311785309/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sarahistall.blogspot.com/2010/01/77.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6401825390581611626/posts/default/8752906199311785309'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6401825390581611626/posts/default/8752906199311785309'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarahistall.blogspot.com/2010/01/77.html' title='#77'/><author><name>Sarahhhh</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__Ll3q4za4_U/SnbKrPrjqPI/AAAAAAAAAAM/VrvBupWdr0I/S220/DSC00182.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6401825390581611626.post-5659428114516453876</id><published>2010-01-14T07:48:00.004+11:00</published><updated>2010-01-14T14:57:13.163+11:00</updated><title type='text'>#76</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Im lovin everything' , everything you are&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;you brighten up my day, youre my moon, youre my star . ( 8 )&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thirteenth January Two Thousand And Ten .&lt;br /&gt;Best Dayyy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to bankstown to meet up with jimmy and go city.&lt;br /&gt;As i stood up to get off at central, i hit my head on the slanting roof bit on the train, and the two guys behind me, full laughed at me. They're just jealous theyre not tall enough to reach the roof.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we waited at central station with a whole bunch of people i didnt even know :$&lt;br /&gt;And it was soooo embarrassing . Everyone was like taller than me, and everyone knew someone else. I felt soooooo out of place :L&lt;br /&gt;But then Vee came and made everything better :)&lt;br /&gt;We walked to the tram stop and waited and then it came 8) Cause i can read the effing timetable unlike some people... 8-) Then we walked to the park.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me and Vee felt so... not included - so we went and sat under the beautiful treeeee for a while. Then we went and bought iced tea from the shop. $3.50?! Suck my cock :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we sat at the tables cause Vee wanted food. :) I drew smilie faces on her sausage with barbeque sauce ^^v LOL! and i wrote on the plate with the sauce tooooo. It said "Sarah is Tall" (H) I'm pretty Radical.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then another group came. cause theyre lazy and dont like to wake up earlyyyyy. Jeez.&lt;br /&gt;Saw Mr Samson for the first time in agessssss.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then Vee was like "oo lets go town hall cause i have to meet up with mandi" And i was like WOMAN DO YOU KNOW HOW FAR THAT IS FROM HERE?! Ohh btw - The bbq was at Pyrmont Bay LOL!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I made samson come (A) and the three of us walked all the way to town hall but vee didnt even know the way... so she had to ask like 3 people. and shes like "is it far from here?" and the old man is like "uhh yeah its like a 40 minute walk. And Samson and I just looked at each other and we're like Fuck our lives :L&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the way, we saw scout people. and i was like "Vee i dare you to do that pose with your hand at your head" (i actually did it to show her, but like, i cant show you? so that sentense sounds really fucked up LOL)  so every scout she saw, she would do that pose to them, and theyd all just stare at her like ^o) Lady, what the fuck are you doing?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So we walked alllll the way there. dropped her off. and said hi to some people. omg KAIIII! Hadnt seen that boy in soooooo long until yesterday. LOL! The new kae rooms are so bloodt pretty.  Pretty lights, pretty chairs, pretty everything :L :$&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So anyways after that, Samson and I had to walk all the way back to Pyrmont bay. But thanks to me, we didnt get lost cause I have a good memory and remembered the way ( A )&lt;br /&gt;Samson is the meanest person out. He full pushes me onto the road when theres cars and shit. :@ How rudeeeeee.&lt;br /&gt;And he said if my eyes were closed and i was about to walk into a pole, he'd push me into a sign. :( How cut is thattttttttttt? Only very. ( U )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then when we got to the warf, i was like lets turn right and see if this way takes us back to the park too. so we turned right and there were all these appartments with nice cars and stuff.&lt;br /&gt;And Purple cars are better than black ones!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we got to the end of that street. and it was just another warf :L and then it just cut off. so we had to walk back. but we sort of just stood there for a while, cause it was a pretty viewwww. LOL! There was like the harbour bridge, and Luna Park and the water and birds (not so pretty) but it was sooo relaxing :L&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then we had to walk allll the way back. which took another 30 minutes. And when we got back to the park everyone was seperated into 4 groups.&lt;br /&gt;1. Sitting at the first table&lt;br /&gt;2. Sitting at the second table&lt;br /&gt;3. Sitting at the third table&lt;br /&gt;4. Playing Football&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOL And everyone was just sitting / playing in an awkward silence...&lt;br /&gt;So we all decide to go Market city. But this time, we caught the bus.&lt;br /&gt;So we go on the bus thinking, is this even the right one...&lt;br /&gt;Then the man was like "LAST STOPPPP!"&lt;br /&gt;and we're like WHAT?! WTHELL ARE WE?!&lt;br /&gt;So we got of and we're like shit... and we jsut walked anywhere.&lt;br /&gt;LOL! Then we went to Mikki Dee's (Maccas / Mah CRIB! LOL) &gt; Capitol Square&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"stuff happened"&lt;br /&gt;then I had to go home :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And i was like what an exhausting day :S Got home, tired as fuck Slept at like 12&lt;br /&gt;Then realised i couldnt even sleep...&lt;br /&gt;So i added up what i spent that day :L&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bus to Banx; $1.60&lt;br /&gt;Train &gt; City; $3.00&lt;br /&gt;         Chip in; $10.00&lt;br /&gt;    Iced Tea; $3.50&lt;br /&gt;Bus Ticket; $1.00&lt;br /&gt;  Easy Way; $4.60&lt;br /&gt;          &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Total;&lt;/span&gt; $23.70&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today's fact; Pigeons can be brown? :S&lt;br /&gt;P.S This is the longest blog in a while that only explains one day. LOL!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;This love is taking all of my energy , ( 8 )&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6401825390581611626-5659428114516453876?l=sarahistall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarahistall.blogspot.com/feeds/5659428114516453876/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sarahistall.blogspot.com/2010/01/76.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6401825390581611626/posts/default/5659428114516453876'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6401825390581611626/posts/default/5659428114516453876'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarahistall.blogspot.com/2010/01/76.html' title='#76'/><author><name>Sarahhhh</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__Ll3q4za4_U/SnbKrPrjqPI/AAAAAAAAAAM/VrvBupWdr0I/S220/DSC00182.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6401825390581611626.post-4468182187078323893</id><published>2010-01-13T08:58:00.002+11:00</published><updated>2010-01-13T09:03:01.182+11:00</updated><title type='text'>#75</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Could my brother get any more annoying? I don't think so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes the things he does and says makes me wanna slap him :@ Grr.&lt;br /&gt;Talking back all the time, giving me attitude - little shit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anywayssssss on sunday i came back to syd and went banx for a bit then at night went to a family friends party at berala. omg man so boringggg&lt;br /&gt;Monday i stayed home :( and watched gossip girl all day. i am officially up to date!&lt;br /&gt;tuesday - yesterday; i was sooo effing bored. i was on the phone with vee and some random guys called her and pretended to be all these people. then in the end we found out it was lilnick - the fag &amp;amp; his friend peter or something. LOL! made me full stressed and worried and shit. I thought they were gonna burn down my house :S&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today im gonna go citayee and see some people 8) Miss these fuckers shitloads.&lt;br /&gt;ITS SO HOTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTT Zzz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today's fact; Boiling water is hot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;This love is taking all of my energy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6401825390581611626-4468182187078323893?l=sarahistall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarahistall.blogspot.com/feeds/4468182187078323893/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sarahistall.blogspot.com/2010/01/75.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6401825390581611626/posts/default/4468182187078323893'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6401825390581611626/posts/default/4468182187078323893'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarahistall.blogspot.com/2010/01/75.html' title='#75'/><author><name>Sarahhhh</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__Ll3q4za4_U/SnbKrPrjqPI/AAAAAAAAAAM/VrvBupWdr0I/S220/DSC00182.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6401825390581611626.post-3584538330052958830</id><published>2010-01-09T09:50:00.002+11:00</published><updated>2010-01-09T10:08:18.400+11:00</updated><title type='text'>#74</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Hey guyzzzzzzzzzzz. 8)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On saturday I went jamberoo with Ellisa, Cameron, Weltonnnn, michelle, Terry, Matt, Thomas, Jacquline, Jordan, Donna, Long, hung, Luke, Jerome &amp;amp; His family.&lt;br /&gt;So effing fun, saw the bunch of hottestttttttttttttttt guys 8) -drools.&lt;br /&gt;Welton was all cut because the taboggan was closed cause it was raining LOL!&lt;br /&gt;But it was a good day for Jamberoo cause you didnt get cold in between rides :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunday - Got a hair cut but it looks the same :L!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Monday - went shopping @ city with Jacqueline, Jerome, Terry, Sandy, Warren. Met up with welton for lunch. Walked around for like 45 minutes trying to decide what to eat. in the end we went to a jap restaurant.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was walking to the toilet and i turned around to look at something. then i accidently stepped on some hags foot and i was like SHIT SORRY! and she chucks me the biggest fucking dirty, and i was like bitch suck a fat one Jeezzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tuesday - Went to Banx with Jacqueline. and shopped around. spent so much money D: Then we realised she had like $100 on her key card :) so we shopped more LOL!&lt;br /&gt;Met up with jason and his friends. but stupid man at the coffee shop wouldnt let us sit down because we didnt buy an effing drink...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wednesday - stayed home and was depressed cause jacqueline was going home :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thursday - Came to wollongong. and we jst msn, movie and shit (with ellisa)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friday - Went to Thomas' house to swim :)&lt;br /&gt;And sang matty his poem BAHAHAHAHAH (A)&lt;br /&gt;Walked to Matts house and watched zombieland. What a movie :S its so grossssssssss.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday - We're going to go to the beach todayyyyy :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today's fact; i love my baby :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ASDFGHJKL;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're gay, still.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND MATTYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYY - I AM NOT CUTEEEEE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6401825390581611626-3584538330052958830?l=sarahistall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarahistall.blogspot.com/feeds/3584538330052958830/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sarahistall.blogspot.com/2010/01/74.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6401825390581611626/posts/default/3584538330052958830'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6401825390581611626/posts/default/3584538330052958830'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarahistall.blogspot.com/2010/01/74.html' title='#74'/><author><name>Sarahhhh</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__Ll3q4za4_U/SnbKrPrjqPI/AAAAAAAAAAM/VrvBupWdr0I/S220/DSC00182.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6401825390581611626.post-4437555720190882081</id><published>2010-01-02T22:02:00.002+11:00</published><updated>2010-01-02T22:13:57.475+11:00</updated><title type='text'>#73</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Suppppp&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I cant remember what i did on the 30th so i wont write aboutr it&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;but im pretty sure i went and slept at Gao's house with Jacqueline and Sandy. Stayed up til 3 playing wii, guitar hero / wii fit. Woke up at 11ish - went to woolies in pyjamas to buy ingredients.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Cooked all day til 6. Make pork in bread crumbs shit, salad, stuffed mushrooms, lamingtons, jam drops &amp;amp; brownies. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Then made face masks from organic honey, avocardo, oats &amp;amp; lime.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;my skin felt so smooth 8)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Went running up and down the street with the mask on, with Jac. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Funnest day :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;31 Dec 2009; Went to city to watch fireworks and fmd was this year GAYYYYYYYYYYY! it was only like 5 minutes into 2010 and 3 perverts had already grabbed my ass. Like BREWWW WHAT IS THIS?!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;New years eve sucked ass.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;01 Jan 2010;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Went to Wattamolla beach with the familyyyyyyyy :) Boy was it fun. jumping off rocks, swinging off ropes :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;So many cute guys :$&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;02 Jan 2010; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Jamberoo with Donna, Jordan, Lucas, Long, Hung, Ellisa, Cameron, Matt, Thomas, Jacqueline, Welton, Michelle, Terry &amp;amp; Jerome + Jerome's family.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;got hot, then cold, then hot, then cold and so forth. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Stupid rain, im gonna smack you so hard!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;OMG GROUP OF CUTEST ASIANSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS -drools. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Theyre so fucking hot. 8) omg man, im never going to get over this day. (A) LOL! now its time to facebook stalk (H) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;ROFL jokes 8-)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;So tanned now :) but burnt too :( hope my tan wont fadeeeeeeeeeeeeee.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Dear Matthew Hoang, you're stupid...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Cause you put your phone through the wash :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Today's fact; You're gay.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;lalala&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6401825390581611626-4437555720190882081?l=sarahistall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarahistall.blogspot.com/feeds/4437555720190882081/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sarahistall.blogspot.com/2010/01/73.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6401825390581611626/posts/default/4437555720190882081'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6401825390581611626/posts/default/4437555720190882081'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarahistall.blogspot.com/2010/01/73.html' title='#73'/><author><name>Sarahhhh</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__Ll3q4za4_U/SnbKrPrjqPI/AAAAAAAAAAM/VrvBupWdr0I/S220/DSC00182.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6401825390581611626.post-8630036848114428144</id><published>2009-12-29T15:41:00.002+11:00</published><updated>2009-12-29T15:53:01.983+11:00</updated><title type='text'>#72</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;RAWRRRRRR&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;27 December; We went to Macquarie Centre for Ice skating &amp;amp; shopping. Bought a pair of shoes &amp;amp; a pair of shorts. :)  (L) Sales :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;28 December; Went movies to watch "Did you hear about the morgans" with Sandy, Jacqueline, Luke, Brendan &amp;amp; Terry. One of the most boring movies everrrrrrr. Fuck you old woman at the back. Jacqueline was throwing popcorn in her mouth and the stupid old woman was like "this is not a garbage tip" it's like shut the fuck up mannnnnnnnnnnnnnnn Hmmph.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;29 December; Went banx with Sandy and saw Naida, Tri, Vee 1, Vee 2, Ivy, Brandon, Lana, Annie.&lt;br /&gt;LOL HUYS "son" is sooo funny :L walked around "shopping" then came home and watching gossip girl atm, gonna go out with Caroline, Sandy &amp;amp; Maybe sam? tonight then going to do something then sleeping @ Carolines place. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;New years; promised to see matty LOL! Faggot went to city instead of coming to see me &lt;!--3 i see how it is Mr. Pandora. Hmmph. Jokess (L) Love you Matty (without the emoticons :L)  Today's fact; Panadol doesnt help some particular "pains" LOL! &lt;/div--&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I see how it is Mr. Pandora Hmmph. Jokes. Love youuuuu :) (without the emoticons)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;You know you love me, xoxo - Gossip Girl&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6401825390581611626-8630036848114428144?l=sarahistall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarahistall.blogspot.com/feeds/8630036848114428144/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sarahistall.blogspot.com/2009/12/72.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6401825390581611626/posts/default/8630036848114428144'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6401825390581611626/posts/default/8630036848114428144'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarahistall.blogspot.com/2009/12/72.html' title='#72'/><author><name>Sarahhhh</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__Ll3q4za4_U/SnbKrPrjqPI/AAAAAAAAAAM/VrvBupWdr0I/S220/DSC00182.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6401825390581611626.post-3961175658447670475</id><published>2009-12-27T08:38:00.002+11:00</published><updated>2009-12-27T08:51:28.271+11:00</updated><title type='text'>#71</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;RAWRRRRRRRR!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry i havent been blogging i've been too busy enjoying my beautiful holidays :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wednesday 23; stayed home =/ so boring&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thursday 24; Went to livo to buy my mummy's xmas presenttttttt. Swarovski Crystal :( Costed like $200 buxxxxx Zzz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friday 25; Family came over for xmas party. and we got our presents got a Guess necklace and a Fuse silver necklace :L&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AHHH I HAVE PINS AND NEEDLES IN MY FOOTTTTTTT OMGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGG&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday 26; Went to banx for a bit then to my cousins.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunday 27; Going to Macquarie Centre for shopping til 2 then ice - skating til 4.  :D&lt;br /&gt;At the moment im watching gossip girl :D Best showwwwwww :):):):):)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss my baby :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today's fact; ummm . . . N / A&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;xoxo Gossip Girl.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6401825390581611626-3961175658447670475?l=sarahistall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarahistall.blogspot.com/feeds/3961175658447670475/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sarahistall.blogspot.com/2009/12/71.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6401825390581611626/posts/default/3961175658447670475'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6401825390581611626/posts/default/3961175658447670475'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarahistall.blogspot.com/2009/12/71.html' title='#71'/><author><name>Sarahhhh</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__Ll3q4za4_U/SnbKrPrjqPI/AAAAAAAAAAM/VrvBupWdr0I/S220/DSC00182.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6401825390581611626.post-7257034162681478434</id><published>2009-12-22T22:15:00.003+11:00</published><updated>2009-12-22T22:29:37.799+11:00</updated><title type='text'>#70</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;HELLOOOO!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;OH MY GODDD I SWEAR, AVATAR IS THE BEST MOVIEEEEEEEE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, I went banx to meet with people and stuff. went "shopping" with vee. LOL! @ IN KMART LOL! You're so cute :L But we ended up getting eyeliner anyways ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then met up with johnno etc. Lagged it like a bitch LOL!&lt;br /&gt;Saw so many cute guys :$ (Cough Vee)&lt;br /&gt;Then went to burwood. LOL @ EMDEE &amp;amp; TRUONG Gosh, you guys! so rebel. Full breaking windows and shit ayee. :L&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__Ll3q4za4_U/SzCtjpfptBI/AAAAAAAAADg/bq8wUoZeLUM/s1600-h/DSC00951%5B1%5D"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__Ll3q4za4_U/SzCtjpfptBI/AAAAAAAAADg/bq8wUoZeLUM/s320/DSC00951%5B1%5D" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5418021179672343570" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Happy Boy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__Ll3q4za4_U/SzCtHJuz-tI/AAAAAAAAADY/Lhdc3VpmitE/s1600-h/DSC00955%5B1%5D"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__Ll3q4za4_U/SzCtHJuz-tI/AAAAAAAAADY/Lhdc3VpmitE/s320/DSC00955%5B1%5D" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5418020690109659858" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Cute couple&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Got to bwood and took forever til we actualy went into the cinema. :L After a while went in and everyone was lkike omg this is so boring ESP. NAIDA:@ But excuse me. its like the best movie ever. Even Matty agrees :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of matty, we're moving to pandora in June :) His hair's gonna be all over mine ;) ROFLLL! :L&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we walked out and ummays calls me and tells me to meet her @ central cause i told her i was at imax :$ Then had to like bolt it TT" eff emm ell&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways she didnt suspect a thing! LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks to naida &amp;amp; jay. Love you guys fuck loads. thank you so much for the perfume. WHATS THE P_ _ _ _E?! I DONT GET IT?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;currently sitting at home tired like a bitch. listening to music msning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today's fact; Samson sleeps too effing much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;You keep me highhhhhhhhhhhhhh ( 8 )&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6401825390581611626-7257034162681478434?l=sarahistall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarahistall.blogspot.com/feeds/7257034162681478434/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sarahistall.blogspot.com/2009/12/70.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6401825390581611626/posts/default/7257034162681478434'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6401825390581611626/posts/default/7257034162681478434'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarahistall.blogspot.com/2009/12/70.html' title='#70'/><author><name>Sarahhhh</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__Ll3q4za4_U/SnbKrPrjqPI/AAAAAAAAAAM/VrvBupWdr0I/S220/DSC00182.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__Ll3q4za4_U/SzCtjpfptBI/AAAAAAAAADg/bq8wUoZeLUM/s72-c/DSC00951%5B1%5D' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6401825390581611626.post-2231604829797981977</id><published>2009-12-21T22:55:00.006+11:00</published><updated>2009-12-21T23:10:17.042+11:00</updated><title type='text'>#69</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;You mean to me, what i mean to you &amp;amp; together baby, there is nothing we cant do (8)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Woot holidays are boring :D LOL! Friday - stay home do nothing&lt;br /&gt;LOL @ FRIDAY NIGHT X-mas party with Jen, Matt, Monique, Delyse etc etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__Ll3q4za4_U/Sy9isiMh3GI/AAAAAAAAADA/X8_CkLz3mF0/s1600-h/DSC00824.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__Ll3q4za4_U/Sy9isiMh3GI/AAAAAAAAADA/X8_CkLz3mF0/s320/DSC00824.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5417657393983118434" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My talent pays off (H) ROFL! We were bored. shut the fuck up :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday ; tutor &gt; grandmas place. helped aunty plan her wedding :D &gt; home &gt; other grandma's place. &gt; Condell Park til like 12:30 LOL 8)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunday; Home all day as per usual. then ellisa and Cameron came over. got ready to go to Xmas party with Annabelle and stuff 8)&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__Ll3q4za4_U/Sy9kGUxcfQI/AAAAAAAAADQ/D7lp5Jt3Fgo/s1600-h/DSC00904.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__Ll3q4za4_U/Sy9kGUxcfQI/AAAAAAAAADQ/D7lp5Jt3Fgo/s320/DSC00904.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5417658936568085762" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&amp;amp; Annabelle, ISNT SHE CUTE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__Ll3q4za4_U/Sy9jqA1jbPI/AAAAAAAAADI/g9kHgBaGA2o/s1600-h/DSC00873.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__Ll3q4za4_U/Sy9jqA1jbPI/AAAAAAAAADI/g9kHgBaGA2o/s320/DSC00873.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5417658450180271346" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&amp;amp; Ellisaaaaa ( L )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today; Stayed home all day, so effing tired. Missing my baby so effing much right nowwwwww :(&lt;br /&gt;Where are you, hun????&lt;br /&gt;Phoned with Johnno for like 1 hour&lt;br /&gt;Then Naida for around 1.5 hours&lt;br /&gt;And billy for like 2? LOL! SO EFFING TIRED MAN&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow ; GONNA GO WATCH AVATAR 3D @ BURWOOD YEAH MOTHER FUCKER. i sound like such a geek :L! im so childish. :$&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; Lilkevin; IM NOT DOPEY :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Steven Truong is a cutieeeeeeee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kevin Nguyen thinks his cool. His not. (Yes offence.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today's fact; Lilkevin listens but doesnt take action like a protester would.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(8) Damn baby boy, I miss you so much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6401825390581611626-2231604829797981977?l=sarahistall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarahistall.blogspot.com/feeds/2231604829797981977/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sarahistall.blogspot.com/2009/12/69.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6401825390581611626/posts/default/2231604829797981977'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6401825390581611626/posts/default/2231604829797981977'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarahistall.blogspot.com/2009/12/69.html' title='#69'/><author><name>Sarahhhh</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__Ll3q4za4_U/SnbKrPrjqPI/AAAAAAAAAAM/VrvBupWdr0I/S220/DSC00182.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__Ll3q4za4_U/Sy9isiMh3GI/AAAAAAAAADA/X8_CkLz3mF0/s72-c/DSC00824.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6401825390581611626.post-5264600832275277376</id><published>2009-12-17T07:56:00.002+11:00</published><updated>2009-12-17T08:15:54.802+11:00</updated><title type='text'>#68</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;LADIDADIDA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its only 8:09 and im dying in this heat D:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Recently, not much has happened.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Monday was bludge hardly anyone came :S&lt;br /&gt;tuesday also only 1/2 the school was there&lt;br /&gt;Then on wednesday, i bet all together there was only about 75 people, but boy was it fun.&lt;br /&gt;Watched movies every period.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Got my secret santa present! Thank you Leah for the chocolates &amp;amp; the giraffe stuffed toy ( daphne )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At lunch, played chubby bunny with leah and nessa. Got up to about 8 then started to gag. LOL! made me sick to the uckingfay aydays.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, gonna g jogging with leah soonish, then we're going to tan at my house, then go swimming 8) We're so healthy LOL!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ITS 41 DEGREESSSSSSS. I'll probably walk outside and freaking collapse.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;atm im exhausted, really need to sleep, NOT GETTING ANY! Zzz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today's fact; Might be getting an X5 (H)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LALALLALALALA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6401825390581611626-5264600832275277376?l=sarahistall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarahistall.blogspot.com/feeds/5264600832275277376/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sarahistall.blogspot.com/2009/12/68.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6401825390581611626/posts/default/5264600832275277376'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6401825390581611626/posts/default/5264600832275277376'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarahistall.blogspot.com/2009/12/68.html' title='#68'/><author><name>Sarahhhh</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__Ll3q4za4_U/SnbKrPrjqPI/AAAAAAAAAAM/VrvBupWdr0I/S220/DSC00182.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6401825390581611626.post-7373323426117321185</id><published>2009-12-14T16:33:00.002+11:00</published><updated>2009-12-14T16:41:09.517+11:00</updated><title type='text'>#67</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I like green apple jelly, green apple jelly for meeeee :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yummy yummy :L&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Didnt do much this weekend. Saturday went to tutor then i was gonna go kims house to meet her and naida but they wouldnt answer the phone. so i called them like 100000 times then kim finally picks up :L Walked al teh way to kims house from banx station then stayed at kims for a while. then went back to bankstown. Bought christmas presents for a few people and then met up with Vee and billy etc. Then we went to movies and were gonna watch 2012 but then i had to go, so i leftttt. then went cousins @ night. WINNING STREAK in SEGA ( H ) .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunday; went to Five dock / Parra area to play badminton for a few hours. pretty hot &amp;amp; boring. then went shopping @ auburn. bought an adidas hoodie; $50 and adidas shorts $40.&lt;br /&gt;Umm yeahh, finished putting up the xmas tree. :L HOW DEPRESSING IM THE ONLY ONE IN MY FAMILY TAHT DOESNT HAVE A PRESENT THERE YET :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today @ school was pretty bludgy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P1; English 50 minute discussion on "the innocence" mad movie 8)&lt;br /&gt;P2; Maths, didnt have text books so we listened to a sub talk about the thylacine for another 50 minutes :L fell asleep twice (H)&lt;br /&gt;P3; DT. bludge as always. assessed presentations.&lt;br /&gt;P4; PDHPE - sport pictionary 8) LOL&lt;br /&gt;p5 &amp;amp; 6; ART bludgy to the daysss.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Top classes for 2010 - 9N Represent LOL!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today's fact; Mr W________e talks like no tomorrow. Someone give him a dick to suck so maybe he'll shut the fuck up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LALALALALALALALA "i like to eat poo" LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6401825390581611626-7373323426117321185?l=sarahistall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarahistall.blogspot.com/feeds/7373323426117321185/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sarahistall.blogspot.com/2009/12/67.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6401825390581611626/posts/default/7373323426117321185'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6401825390581611626/posts/default/7373323426117321185'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarahistall.blogspot.com/2009/12/67.html' title='#67'/><author><name>Sarahhhh</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__Ll3q4za4_U/SnbKrPrjqPI/AAAAAAAAAAM/VrvBupWdr0I/S220/DSC00182.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6401825390581611626.post-6260644367928124209</id><published>2009-12-12T08:26:00.002+11:00</published><updated>2009-12-12T08:31:37.381+11:00</updated><title type='text'>#66</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;ALALALALALA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not much happened this week, its pretty much all bludge as the teachers dont care anymore since yearlies and sc etc, are over. in english we're watching the innocents and it gets really good and you're like full into it. and then WDF AT THE ENDING! MOST PATHETIC ENDING EVERRRRRRRRRRRR. TT" but other than that it was okay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Umm yeahh going to school until Wednesday cause im such a good girl :D&lt;br /&gt;LOL And cause we just watch movies all day :L&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its currently 8:28 in the morning and somehow, my mother has already managed to rage at me three times... she's only been up for half an hour...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Im REALLY tired. Zzz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today; CHRISTMAS SHOPPING TIMEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry i havent been blogging much i cbf LOL! but you all know i love you.&lt;br /&gt;Thank you to Jessika Nguyennnnn, that cute bitch, for my present even though the chocolate melted LOL! but thanks for everything else 8)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today's fact; Sometimes you dont want to hear the truth, you just want to hear what you'd like to hear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes loveeeeeeeee comes aroundddddd and it knocks you downn just get back up when it knocks you downnn, knocks you downnn. :L&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6401825390581611626-6260644367928124209?l=sarahistall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarahistall.blogspot.com/feeds/6260644367928124209/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sarahistall.blogspot.com/2009/12/66.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6401825390581611626/posts/default/6260644367928124209'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6401825390581611626/posts/default/6260644367928124209'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarahistall.blogspot.com/2009/12/66.html' title='#66'/><author><name>Sarahhhh</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__Ll3q4za4_U/SnbKrPrjqPI/AAAAAAAAAAM/VrvBupWdr0I/S220/DSC00182.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6401825390581611626.post-6651722845927173037</id><published>2009-12-08T07:41:00.003+11:00</published><updated>2009-12-08T07:56:55.375+11:00</updated><title type='text'>#65</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;GOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOD MORNING! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm in a good mood this morning even though im already boiling. Zzz. going to be so hot today, thats why Vanessa and Leah are coming to my house for a swim! Suck on that bitchezzzzzz. Jokes (L)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So on friday i went to school like i always do. 8D and in the start of the day, i had already had something stolen off me. In roll call, my teacher asked me if she could borrow a pen, so being me, (A) i gave it to her, my beautiful black pen! then i talked to maddie and stuff and sort of forgot about my pen THEN EFFING HELL! STUPID TEACHER DIDNT EVEN GIVE THE PEN BACK TO ME! so all through that day i had to write all my headings and dates in effing blue :@ now my books are incosistant. Fuck you roll call teacher.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On saturday I went to bankstown for tutor, then the shopping area to buy groceries with my mother. then i met up with annie, ivy, Jay, jason, Truong and... i forget who else... OHH YEAH! BILLY! LOL :$ then they lagged so ivy, annie and i went on teh train first and met them at marrickville. Then we met naida there and stuff Everyone had to effing lag, and it was supposed to be a surprise for Lilukie's farewell but no... I was walking back to the station with naida and stuff then we look "ohh hey its lilukie....OH FUCK ITS LILUKIE!" so we ran down stairs and effing johnno and stuff, so stupid, they just stood there, like "hey look -hi5 thing-" TT"&lt;br /&gt;David Khong didnt do his job either tsk tsk..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__Ll3q4za4_U/Sx1r0iSFtpI/AAAAAAAAAC4/-SHWHtLTgWA/s1600-h/11155_100565359971097_100000528992828_14407_4988917_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__Ll3q4za4_U/Sx1r0iSFtpI/AAAAAAAAAC4/-SHWHtLTgWA/s320/11155_100565359971097_100000528992828_14407_4988917_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5412600877469251218" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we met up with mandi and bought drinks and food and stuff from woolies and then sort of set it up at the park, but fuck all you lazy people that told us to get a trolly, it wouldve been so much faster if we carried it. Then lukie came... "surpise?"&lt;br /&gt;and all he said was "ohh what a surprise" HOW RUDE, people spent so long planning this and getting things together tsk tsk. jokes luke. you know i love you :D&lt;br /&gt;then yeahh left early with Ivy and Annie and went banx for a bit then went homeeeee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On sunday just stayed home all day talking to FaggotKhong who made me make him a dedi, no it couldnt have been at 3 after i finished watching my sisters keeper (really sad movie btw). IT HAD TO BE AT THAT MOMENT 3:34 pm. tsk the things i do for you david.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then Cousins came over and we went swimminggggggggg! and took photos. LOLOLOL :$ Theyre so embarrassing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then on monday nothing special...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today's fact; I'm more awesome than i am yesterday? LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Never missed anyone like I'm missing you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; I &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;( L ) &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Peterfly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6401825390581611626-6651722845927173037?l=sarahistall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarahistall.blogspot.com/feeds/6651722845927173037/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sarahistall.blogspot.com/2009/12/65.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6401825390581611626/posts/default/6651722845927173037'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6401825390581611626/posts/default/6651722845927173037'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarahistall.blogspot.com/2009/12/65.html' title='#65'/><author><name>Sarahhhh</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__Ll3q4za4_U/SnbKrPrjqPI/AAAAAAAAAAM/VrvBupWdr0I/S220/DSC00182.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__Ll3q4za4_U/Sx1r0iSFtpI/AAAAAAAAAC4/-SHWHtLTgWA/s72-c/11155_100565359971097_100000528992828_14407_4988917_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6401825390581611626.post-549531211912290891</id><published>2009-12-04T07:44:00.002+11:00</published><updated>2009-12-04T07:51:28.941+11:00</updated><title type='text'>#64</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;So how you doin' beautiful? ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last time i wrote a blog was like a week ago. D: sorry blog readers, you know i love you all dearly :)&lt;br /&gt;Saturday didn't do much, went to a Badminton competition :L &amp;amp; WORLD CHAMPION - AARON CHEUNG! LOL!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunday went to Alexandrea with my two aunties and my parents and bought shoes, clothes and stuff then after went to my other aunty's shop in Newtown to help her work @ her nail salon place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Monday - Wednesday didnt really do much :S&lt;br /&gt;Thursday had spot @ livo - pretty average.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THEN AT NIGHT! Went to Bankstown with &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Rhiana&lt;/span&gt; my baby :) and hell, was it fun! 7 is the magic number ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Umm When i came home finished my maths homework like every good girl would (A) Then i went off to phone with &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Samson Steven Yau&lt;/span&gt; - the meany, who sends the most sarcastic messages EVERRRRRRRRR! LOL! i love you samson :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today's fact; The average temperature of our blood is like 36 degrees? Shut up, im slow, and what?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey sexy, can I get your number?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6401825390581611626-549531211912290891?l=sarahistall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarahistall.blogspot.com/feeds/549531211912290891/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sarahistall.blogspot.com/2009/12/64.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6401825390581611626/posts/default/549531211912290891'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6401825390581611626/posts/default/549531211912290891'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarahistall.blogspot.com/2009/12/64.html' title='#64'/><author><name>Sarahhhh</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__Ll3q4za4_U/SnbKrPrjqPI/AAAAAAAAAAM/VrvBupWdr0I/S220/DSC00182.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6401825390581611626.post-4334894693502422428</id><published>2009-11-27T21:42:00.004+11:00</published><updated>2009-11-27T22:02:32.954+11:00</updated><title type='text'>#63</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Halellujah, Halellujah, Halellujah, Halellu-ooo-ooo-jahh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOL! i am seriously one bored child.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So on tuesday i was office girl (A) and it was boring assssssssss! i didnt do anything and i was so effing bored.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then on Wednesday had a bludgy day also.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then on thursday, oh help me lord, it was sooooo fun :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First we went over to EHBTHS for rehearsals periods 1-3 then period 4 we got ready to do the matinee. how dare sir turn off the amp on Sheridan. He's just jealous he cant play. Jeez. Suck a fat one. How slack can he get!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then went home with Rhiana, Vanessa &amp;amp; Sharni. and took many photos :)&lt;br /&gt;cbf to upload on here LOL!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Daddy came home from China for work business and he bought me so many cool things :D&lt;br /&gt;Eg. Shesheido clensing stuff (idk how to spell it LOL!) Louis Vuitton Bag 8), a pink mouse for my laptop in the shape of a car (H) a daning lamb thing that looks sort of scary and freaks me out at night. this cow light thing FMD its so cute! and my favourite, JIMMY CHOO HAND BAG (and fyi to all those bitches, it's not fake :P LOL!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ohh btw before i forget, HI YASMINE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways, Then we went to subway to grab some food.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; we all started crying because of the stupid onion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Arrived at school then Rhiana realises she forgot her &amp;amp; Sharni's food in the car, AFTER my dad drove off LOL!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so i had to call him and he had to drive all the way back. tsk tsk tsk. Moments to remember ( L )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ohh and Dear Rhiana,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[i.D] &amp;amp; [Supernovaa] (deep voice)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOL i love you my dear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today was sooo boring and hot i thought i was going to die.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today's fact; The sky is only blue because it is a reflected from the ocean.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Missing him so much :(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6401825390581611626-4334894693502422428?l=sarahistall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarahistall.blogspot.com/feeds/4334894693502422428/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sarahistall.blogspot.com/2009/11/63.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6401825390581611626/posts/default/4334894693502422428'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6401825390581611626/posts/default/4334894693502422428'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarahistall.blogspot.com/2009/11/63.html' title='#63'/><author><name>Sarahhhh</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__Ll3q4za4_U/SnbKrPrjqPI/AAAAAAAAAAM/VrvBupWdr0I/S220/DSC00182.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6401825390581611626.post-3054407064592738645</id><published>2009-11-24T16:08:00.002+11:00</published><updated>2009-11-24T16:20:20.001+11:00</updated><title type='text'>#62</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;YAY I FIGURED IT OUT :D:D:D:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am a geniusssssssss.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So today was so effing boring.&lt;br /&gt;Was office girl, so my uniform had to be perfect 8-| and my teacher even complimented and said how perfect it was (A)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then @ period 4 had the boringest house assembly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At lunch LOL @ RHIANA :L shes too much of a goody - goody and didnt want to push  in. What a good little girl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HI YASMINE! LOL!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today's fact; Helium filled balloons change in size due to the temperature of which they're in 8D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CAMP LAZLO FTW! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6401825390581611626-3054407064592738645?l=sarahistall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarahistall.blogspot.com/feeds/3054407064592738645/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sarahistall.blogspot.com/2009/11/62.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6401825390581611626/posts/default/3054407064592738645'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6401825390581611626/posts/default/3054407064592738645'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarahistall.blogspot.com/2009/11/62.html' title='#62'/><author><name>Sarahhhh</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__Ll3q4za4_U/SnbKrPrjqPI/AAAAAAAAAAM/VrvBupWdr0I/S220/DSC00182.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6401825390581611626.post-5869893866711323818</id><published>2009-11-23T07:35:00.003+11:00</published><updated>2009-11-24T16:07:02.795+11:00</updated><title type='text'>#61</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Fuck my life :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm sooo effing tired, over the past two days ive slept like 9 hours all up Zzz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once again i cannt make my blog centered. this ruins my streak of centered blogs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anywayssssss.Yesterday in the morning i was like nitm. woke up all moody and felt all retarded :L THEN MY MUM MAKES ME DO THEY EFFING VACUUMING. as if it wasnt hot enough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then i got ready and went to Berala to have lunch with Ellisa. and then came home. Then i was on msn talking to someone but i forget who and they were telling me how rude i was because i didnt mention them in my blog... SORRY! :L i forgot who it was :S but yeah anyways at night, i went to Bankstown Buffet with my cousins and LOL @ JESS "Whats with all these little bitches chucking me dirties for not fucking reason" :L I think they might have heard her... &amp;amp; roflmao @ Alan "Excuse me, i dont think anyones watching Australian Idol so could you please change the channel to 60 minutes or something? Thanks."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOL! What a night. Then spent like and hour or two driving around looking for something to do. But ended up going home at like 11:00 ish.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today is going to be so boring. Fucking double science, suck a fat one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today's fact; uhhh.... My laptop is about to run out of batteries?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Im eating blueberry yoghurt. :D yummy yummy!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6401825390581611626-5869893866711323818?l=sarahistall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarahistall.blogspot.com/feeds/5869893866711323818/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sarahistall.blogspot.com/2009/11/61.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6401825390581611626/posts/default/5869893866711323818'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6401825390581611626/posts/default/5869893866711323818'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarahistall.blogspot.com/2009/11/61.html' title='#61'/><author><name>Sarahhhh</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__Ll3q4za4_U/SnbKrPrjqPI/AAAAAAAAAAM/VrvBupWdr0I/S220/DSC00182.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6401825390581611626.post-4361431332810841094</id><published>2009-11-21T17:35:00.005+11:00</published><updated>2009-11-24T16:07:49.422+11:00</updated><title type='text'>#60</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;It's getting hot in here, so take off all your clothes (8)&lt;br /&gt;For some strange reason my blogspot has changed fonts, and stuff, so now i cant even make it centered :@&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, ill try fix it when i change comps.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yeah its really effing hot right now and my mums begging me to wash the car, but does she really think that im bothered to wash the care in this heat?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today i went to tutor and it was soooo boringggg. And for some reason my brother keeps pissing me off today. Jeez.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then after tutor i went to banx with my mother and she shouted me a Bardot dress - $90&lt;br /&gt;and a Miss Shop winter baggy shirt thing - $40. So that was nice of her (A)&lt;br /&gt;BUT THEN :@ She wouldnt let me go to Annie's birthday outing Zzz.&lt;br /&gt;So instead i went to say hbd to her and stuff. And saw a few of my favourite people, some not so favourite.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then i went to pick my brother up from tutor then went to cabra. Bought some clensing stuff which is pretty good MAKES MY SKIN SO SMOOTH :D ESP. MY CHEEKS! YER YER YER!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear Truong Pham,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're one of the meanest people i will ever meet, You tease me about being short, when obviously im not. -Read the blog under, like hello! one of the things i hate?! And if i die of thirst i blame you for not buying me happy cup.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOL jokeees but you're still a fag sometimes :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah so then i came home and im sitting on msn atm. And David Nguyen, teh fag is begging me to go watc New Moon with him tomorrow. Go by yourself you loner :)&lt;br /&gt;And you're not awesome, you know im telling the truth cuzzy wuzzy :L&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tonight i might be on net, might not as im fishing with my cousins 8) ROFLMAO! :L&lt;br /&gt;We're talented shut the fuck up :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yeah right now i am about to die in this heat, i feel like red liquorice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;congrats to my Aunty &amp;amp; Uncle on getting married soon in like... 6 months :L&lt;br /&gt;Now i have to go buy more dresses and shit :@&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today's Fact; David Nguyen is a lostie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; Then a hero comes along, with the strength to carry on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To that dickhead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;why should i be the one to apologise to you, when i didnt do jack shit. You say that you're not gonna say sorry cause you did nothing wrong, Wake up to yourself, think about it. just cause i wasnt talking to you on msn cause i was busy &amp;amp; was having problems at the time doesnt mean you can go acting like a smart ass to me, and might i add, you even admitted you were being a smart ass on purpose. Then you fucking tell one of my friends that you're not gonna apologise to me for something you did. Well does it look like i care? Ever since the fight i dont give a shit im over it, i want nothing more to do with you. I ignored you today andi have my reasons for that. But why do you need to go bringing it up again, you're just making it worse for everybody, much less yourself. You think everyone has to apologise to you, because everything apparently revolves around you, and the truth is, it doesnt, sorry dear, the truth hurts. But why should i be the one to apologise when i did nothing wrong to begin with. you're selfish. and to be completely honest, I'm not the only one that thinks so. So say what you want because i dont care what you think. Because im over it, im over what we once called a friendship, im over you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kthnxbye.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6401825390581611626-4361431332810841094?l=sarahistall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarahistall.blogspot.com/feeds/4361431332810841094/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sarahistall.blogspot.com/2009/11/60.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6401825390581611626/posts/default/4361431332810841094'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6401825390581611626/posts/default/4361431332810841094'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarahistall.blogspot.com/2009/11/60.html' title='#60'/><author><name>Sarahhhh</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__Ll3q4za4_U/SnbKrPrjqPI/AAAAAAAAAAM/VrvBupWdr0I/S220/DSC00182.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6401825390581611626.post-2126168940561336762</id><published>2009-11-20T08:36:00.006+11:00</published><updated>2009-11-20T10:00:41.625+11:00</updated><title type='text'>#59</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Woahhh, it seems like just yesterday I wrote a blog. But it was a week ago!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So on saturday i was supposed to go to Jay's birthday but my stupid mother wouldnt let me. so all i did was stay home, keeping in mind this was a saturday. who stays home on a saturday?! :@ And i went to bankstown to have lunch with my grandparents Zzz. But i bought 2 dresses $70+$90 = $160. There goes half of my savings :$&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then on sunday i went to roselands and bought 2 shirts from myer: $50+$45 = $95&lt;br /&gt;There goes another 1/4 of my savings and now im left with like $60.&lt;br /&gt;Then Ellisa and Cameron came over and we went swimming for a while. They stayed for dinner and shit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On monday i didnt go to school cause i told my mummy it would be hot and she believed me so i stayed home and did retty much nothing because everyone was at effing school except for like Jessika and all those jiggers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then on tuesday went to City for an excursion and we watched under the sea @ the imax, who knew it could be scary :$ and we went to the aquarium. We had 2 hours to walk around and shit do what he wanted. then when we had like 15 minutes left we hadnt done any of the worksheets we were given, there was like 6 of those effing sheets. and a girl goes "you know sir's gonna check that before we leave? and yuou have to get him to sign it?" and we were like O_______O" WHAT THE FUCKKKKK?! so we sat down and wrote all this shit down. and we finished with 1.5 minutes to spare so we went over to the exit and there was a line of people form our school and the teachers were checking the work. Thank you to whoever told us to do it :) you saved our asses.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wednesday was soooo boring just another day at school in the heat zzz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thursday went to sport @ liverpoooooool.&lt;br /&gt;Watched people from holsworthy ice skating when we finished and we watched them stack it like a billion times :L so effing funny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friday, here i am at home listening to music talking on msn and blogging, waiting for that special someone to come online / call me. but it probably wont happen til about 12. its only 8:48 and im already dying of heat + boredom. At least im not at schoooool!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Im supposed to be messaging gemma atm. but i lost her number :( SORRY GEM! i love you (L) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#1 People that think they're &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;fully sick&lt;/span&gt; in their shibox cars and they put the music so effing loud that the whole world can hear it.&lt;br /&gt;#2 Not being able to see my favourite people in the world when I want to.&lt;br /&gt;#3 Doing homework&lt;br /&gt;#4 Going to tutor&lt;br /&gt;#5 Going to school&lt;br /&gt;#6 Going to school in heat&lt;br /&gt;#7 Going to school in cold weather&lt;br /&gt;#8 Going to school in rain&lt;br /&gt;#9 2 faced people&lt;br /&gt;#10 2 faced people that you thought were close&lt;br /&gt;#11 Eating ice - cream, it melts and it goes on your hands and it gets all sticky&lt;br /&gt;#12 When my Dad rages&lt;br /&gt;#13 When my mum rages&lt;br /&gt;#14 When they rage at the same time&lt;br /&gt;#15 When they rage about something over and over again&lt;br /&gt;#16 When they rage about something new and they dont shut up and it turns into something they rage about over and over again&lt;br /&gt;#17 People that dont appreciate things people do for them&lt;br /&gt;#18 People that run away from everything&lt;br /&gt;#19 People that think everything revolves around them&lt;br /&gt;#20 Not having money&lt;br /&gt;#21 Not being able to find something to wear&lt;br /&gt;#22 Having a bad hair day&lt;br /&gt;#23 Having a bad day&lt;br /&gt;#24 People being nitm and when you help them they're still nitm&lt;br /&gt;#25 People that think one person is their whole life&lt;br /&gt;#26 Stupid songs&lt;br /&gt;#27 Stupid songs that make no sence whatsoever&lt;br /&gt;#28 When my brother annoys me&lt;br /&gt;#29 When my brother doesnt let me use the computer&lt;br /&gt;#30 When my brother shows off&lt;br /&gt;#31 When my brother takes the last piece of mango&lt;br /&gt;#32 When my brother eats my gummi bears&lt;br /&gt;#33 When my brother teases me&lt;br /&gt;#34 When my brother comes home early&lt;br /&gt;#35 When my brother has no money for me to borrow&lt;br /&gt;#36 When my parents dont give money to my brother so i cant borrow it&lt;br /&gt;#37 Speeches&lt;br /&gt;#38 When my eyes are hurting&lt;br /&gt;#39 When my eyes are hurting and I have no eye drops at home&lt;br /&gt;#40 When I have to go buy eye drops cause I have none at home&lt;br /&gt;#41 Bumping my nails on something when i just painted them&lt;br /&gt;#42 Not having cotton wool at home&lt;br /&gt;#43 Not having nail polish remover at home&lt;br /&gt;#44 When my teacher tells me off for stupid things&lt;br /&gt;#45 When my teachers collect my books&lt;br /&gt;#46 When people try to act hard&lt;br /&gt;#47 When people talk shit&lt;br /&gt;#48 When people talk shit about people talking shit&lt;br /&gt;#49 Having no yoghurt at home&lt;br /&gt;#50 People people tease me&lt;br /&gt;#51 When people say Im short when obviously im not&lt;br /&gt;#52 When people shorter than me call me short. GRRR!&lt;br /&gt;#53 When I lose a bet&lt;br /&gt;#54 When people take ugly photos of me&lt;br /&gt;#55 When people take ugly photos of my and dont delete them&lt;br /&gt;#56 When people take ugly photos of me and set it as their DP&lt;br /&gt;#57 When people take ugly photos of me and upload it on something like facebook&lt;br /&gt;#58 When people tell me they know something about me then they dont tell me&lt;br /&gt;#59 When people say "I know who likes you" and don't tell me&lt;br /&gt;#60 When my muscles hurt&lt;br /&gt;#61 Not having milk at home&lt;br /&gt;#62 When my books are messy&lt;br /&gt;#63 When I have to rip out a page in my book and rewrite it&lt;br /&gt;#64 When my teachers threaten me with KLAs&lt;br /&gt;#65 When my stupid geography teacher picks on me&lt;br /&gt;#66 When people I dont know say they like me to my friends then they tell me then i find out who they are and i havent even seen them before / heard of them.&lt;br /&gt;#67 When randoms add me jsut cause they saw me once or some shit&lt;br /&gt;#68 When I have no food at home&lt;br /&gt;#69 When people put their names into my phone and put their number as "69" eg. Keith&lt;br /&gt;#70 When my brother eats all the Mi Goreng&lt;br /&gt;#71 When my mum goes to work and i stay home and i have to do all the chores&lt;br /&gt;#72 When im not allowed out cause i have shit on&lt;br /&gt;#73 When i cant buy something i want&lt;br /&gt;#74 When i dont have money to buy something i want&lt;br /&gt;#75 When i dont get chocolates at easter&lt;br /&gt;#76 When i dont get candy canes at christman&lt;br /&gt;#77 When i dont get money on lunar new year&lt;br /&gt;#78 When my mum says she doesnt like my friends because of one reason or another&lt;br /&gt;#79 When i have to go buy groceries with my mum&lt;br /&gt;#80 When im not allowed to stay home when i want&lt;br /&gt;#81 When people say "take a chill pill"&lt;br /&gt;#82 When people make me cry&lt;br /&gt;#83 When Neil repeats the line "Talk shit get hit" just to tease me.&lt;br /&gt;#84 When I have a head ache&lt;br /&gt;#85 When im excited to go swiming in the pool and just as i go to jump in i realise its dirty and i have to clean it a billion times THEN i can jump in.&lt;br /&gt;#86 When the sun shines in my eyes&lt;br /&gt;#89 When the rain ruins my hair&lt;br /&gt;#90 When people play tricks on me cause im gulliable&lt;br /&gt;#91 When people give me shit cause of something really small&lt;br /&gt;#92 When people give me shit when i havent done anything&lt;br /&gt;#93 When people i dont know give me shit&lt;br /&gt;#94 When we're in public and my brother jumps around&lt;br /&gt;#95 When my best friend isnt talking to me&lt;br /&gt;#96 When I have a fight with my best friend&lt;br /&gt;#97 When I have a fight with anyone&lt;br /&gt;#98 When people take things too seriously&lt;br /&gt;#99 When I cant sleep&lt;br /&gt;#100 When It's hot and I cant sleep&lt;br /&gt;#101 When my astrologies are wrong!&lt;br /&gt;Well obviously i was bored and bothered so yeah, gives you something to do for the day.&lt;br /&gt;Enjoy mother fucker :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today's fact; Thanh and David are brothers?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need some eyedrops.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6401825390581611626-2126168940561336762?l=sarahistall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarahistall.blogspot.com/feeds/2126168940561336762/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sarahistall.blogspot.com/2009/11/59.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6401825390581611626/posts/default/2126168940561336762'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6401825390581611626/posts/default/2126168940561336762'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarahistall.blogspot.com/2009/11/59.html' title='#59'/><author><name>Sarahhhh</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__Ll3q4za4_U/SnbKrPrjqPI/AAAAAAAAAAM/VrvBupWdr0I/S220/DSC00182.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6401825390581611626.post-4999522850861601337</id><published>2009-11-13T16:02:00.004+11:00</published><updated>2009-11-13T21:03:12.981+11:00</updated><title type='text'>#58</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;LALALALALA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today was so bludgey. as always.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Except for english when i had to write a whole Plot summary to &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The came on Viking ships&lt;/span&gt; when i hadnt even read the book! Many thanks to Jenny Huynh &amp;amp; Quynh Vu for the help. Without you guys, i wouldnt have gotten through the pain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Period one, Geography, BORINGGG! i need a new teacher. Mr _ _ _ _ doesnt teach us jack shit.&lt;br /&gt;Spent the whole time reading Vanessa's Stick Figure Joke Book. Funniest shit out. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Language boring. Coloured in a christmas tree :D yayyyyyyy! roflmao.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Period three and four - listening to speeches. Some were alright. example . Kate. But most of them were like OMG MAN STFU ALREADYYYYY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;English - Explained above ^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;History - spent the lesson recieving results and watching Meagan + Kelly's assignments.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today's Fact; I learnt how to spell onomatopoeia. Pronounced ona - mata - pee - yaa.&lt;br /&gt;Thanks to Kate, and our fantastic song!&lt;br /&gt;O - N - O -M -A - T - O - P - O - E - I - A ! ( 8 )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheese and corn rolls with Meagan :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6401825390581611626-4999522850861601337?l=sarahistall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarahistall.blogspot.com/feeds/4999522850861601337/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sarahistall.blogspot.com/2009/11/58.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6401825390581611626/posts/default/4999522850861601337'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6401825390581611626/posts/default/4999522850861601337'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarahistall.blogspot.com/2009/11/58.html' title='#58'/><author><name>Sarahhhh</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__Ll3q4za4_U/SnbKrPrjqPI/AAAAAAAAAAM/VrvBupWdr0I/S220/DSC00182.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6401825390581611626.post-717718908697807981</id><published>2009-11-11T15:54:00.002+11:00</published><updated>2009-11-11T16:29:36.925+11:00</updated><title type='text'>#57</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;OH MY GEEEEEE&lt;br /&gt;I havent blogged in 12 days! I missed yous so much, and I know you have missed me too (A)!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you everyone for the presents &amp;amp; $$$ :D&lt;br /&gt;So for my birthday, Rhiana and Vanessa and stuff came over and we had sooo much fun :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then for my actual bday on the 1st. Went to bankstown with Naida, Jason, Tri etc.&lt;br /&gt;and there was absolutely nothing to do D:&lt;br /&gt;See what happens when you tell people to go livo, then no one brings money?&lt;br /&gt;We couldnt even afford to watch a movie because people were so effing tight. Jeez.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;monday&lt;/span&gt; was school once again and as always, it was extremelyyyyyyyyyy boring. Pretty bludgy with double art. and NOTE: NEVER EVER EVER EVER EVER TRUST MADDIE WITH PAINT! she made me put paint all up my arm with 5 minute til the bell and i didnt have enough time to wash it off. so i ended up walking home with a blue arm :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;tuesday&lt;/span&gt; was also pretty bludgy. :@ school is so boring i hate ittttttttttttttttttttttttt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the rest of that week was all boring.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but :&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; Friday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear (you know who you are even though you dont read my blog :D)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fuck you, you're so mean! you made a girl cry when she was doing everything she could and yet you wouldnt give her a rest? you just made her keep going and going and going. That's child abuse. You're just angry because you lost 3 students and no one likes you. Lady, get a grip. Just cause you cant teach for shieeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Saturday:&lt;/span&gt; Family - friends came over for a bbq. and my lorddddddddd was it boring!&lt;br /&gt;all these little kids came into my room jumping on my bed, eating my smarties :(&lt;br /&gt;It's like ... why didnt you ask me first? You dont see me running around your house jumping on your bed, eating your chocolate, DO YOU?! Didnt think so. Little rats.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Sunday:&lt;/span&gt; Dad + Mum's Colleagues came over for bbq. Theyre so judgemental! I walk down stairs at like 2, and i was starving cause i didnt have lunch. So i walk down and i got to grab a biscuit and everyone just looks at me and goes quiet. So i eat the biscuit and omg it was so yum :9 so yeah i eat it and then i walk upstairs while everyone is still staring at me, and as soon as i get to my room and they hear the door close, they start talking again! like WDHELL! Grrr.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Monday:&lt;/span&gt; We were supposed to get out science tests back but nooo my teacher had to be away on that did, didnt she? And i finally got it back and i only got like 76% :( so disappointed. i was hoping to get more, i thought that test was easy :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Tuesday:&lt;/span&gt; Double DT. My frame looks alright :D but the black pattern is smudged :( but thank you to the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Shit face&lt;/span&gt; that gave me her dimontes. (i love you sharni :D)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Today:&lt;/span&gt; the first day EVER that i walk out of art withough paint on my face, my arms, my dress :D i was so proud of myself (A)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As you can probably tell i cbf to blog anymore. but if i do its probably because i feel sorry for the people that read my blogs :L jokessssssss. (L)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MY goal is to study 24 hours all up for ESSA &amp;amp; so far, I've studied....two.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Recent Tests&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;English - 100%&lt;br /&gt;Maths - 89%&lt;br /&gt;Science - 78%&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today's fact; I learnt how to spell glangela fever :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I like cheese, do you like cheese?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6401825390581611626-717718908697807981?l=sarahistall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarahistall.blogspot.com/feeds/717718908697807981/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sarahistall.blogspot.com/2009/11/57.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6401825390581611626/posts/default/717718908697807981'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6401825390581611626/posts/default/717718908697807981'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarahistall.blogspot.com/2009/11/57.html' title='#57'/><author><name>Sarahhhh</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__Ll3q4za4_U/SnbKrPrjqPI/AAAAAAAAAAM/VrvBupWdr0I/S220/DSC00182.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6401825390581611626.post-3157608005669027383</id><published>2009-10-30T22:31:00.002+11:00</published><updated>2009-10-30T22:38:25.062+11:00</updated><title type='text'>#56</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Fuck my lifeeeeeeeeee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you're sooo effing confusing D: fuck me dead man. make up your mind, you make things complicated for everyone :( esp. meeee. dont you feel my pain?! obviously not... dw, i still love you :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So tiredddddddddddd.&lt;br /&gt;two days bitchesssssssss (H)&lt;br /&gt;expecting big things from all of you ;) :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;stop trying to make things revolve around you. you say its up to me then go changing everything... jeez...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cbf to write anything else. but i miss that boy &amp;amp; i wish i could tell him. D:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today's fact; Kenetic energy = 0.5 x mass x velocity squared.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Raspberry Liquorice ( L )&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6401825390581611626-3157608005669027383?l=sarahistall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarahistall.blogspot.com/feeds/3157608005669027383/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sarahistall.blogspot.com/2009/10/56.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6401825390581611626/posts/default/3157608005669027383'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6401825390581611626/posts/default/3157608005669027383'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarahistall.blogspot.com/2009/10/56.html' title='#56'/><author><name>Sarahhhh</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__Ll3q4za4_U/SnbKrPrjqPI/AAAAAAAAAAM/VrvBupWdr0I/S220/DSC00182.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6401825390581611626.post-6783644152511198380</id><published>2009-10-28T22:08:00.003+11:00</published><updated>2009-10-28T22:20:31.103+11:00</updated><title type='text'>#55</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Asdfghjkl;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FMD so tiredddddd, havent been able to sleep well lately. Don't know why. I want to effing sleep! and when I am sleeping well, it's the days that I have to get up early.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So i finally convinced my mum to let me change tutors :D no more homework for me, mother fuckerrr. Private tutor, here I come! Now I can see Rachel every Saturday 8)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry to Christine, Jennifer &amp;amp; Cynthia for dogging you guys. &amp;amp; Dear Cynthia, you cant give me my bday present now, what a shame :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;100 % on my eglish yearly, eetswahh! Maths test was pretty easy, though i wont be saying that when i get my exam paper back and realise that I failed. Hopefully I do well and I can go out more :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow; BLUDGEEEEEEEEEEEE. Multicultural day - Period:&lt;br /&gt;1 &amp;amp; 2 = Games&lt;br /&gt;3 &amp;amp; 4 = Movies&lt;br /&gt;5 &amp;amp; 6 = Concert&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ANDDDDDDDDDD WE GET TO WEAR WHATEVER WE WANT :D&lt;br /&gt;Do those teachers really think that we get anything out of this? :L They're so stuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuupiddd.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes you don't realise what people can become, or what they truely are, but when you start looking from the other side, and not always looking on the positive, they arent who you would think they are.  They're the complete opposite. After being so close for so long, you might think that trust was built, friendships were formed and love was created, but when you turn around for just a split second, they show their true colours and you see them for who they really are. Don't let them bring you down, and pull down your hope. Just leave the pieces on the floor and move on.&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; They're not even worth it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today's fact; Looks can be deceiving. Even if they are the closest thing you have to family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;love&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;Reznaida Nasution Chan.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6401825390581611626-6783644152511198380?l=sarahistall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarahistall.blogspot.com/feeds/6783644152511198380/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sarahistall.blogspot.com/2009/10/55.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6401825390581611626/posts/default/6783644152511198380'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6401825390581611626/posts/default/6783644152511198380'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarahistall.blogspot.com/2009/10/55.html' title='#55'/><author><name>Sarahhhh</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__Ll3q4za4_U/SnbKrPrjqPI/AAAAAAAAAAM/VrvBupWdr0I/S220/DSC00182.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6401825390581611626.post-166115339614501020</id><published>2009-10-25T21:39:00.003+11:00</published><updated>2009-10-25T21:54:50.654+11:00</updated><title type='text'>#54</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;BONJOURRRRRRRRRR.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry I haven't been writing blogs lately. I really cant be bothered anymore. But as i said in previous blogs, ill remember to catch up for yous.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;School has been pretty boring as usual. I finally did my History speech and the timing was pretty good. I didnt talk too fast so i was only 3 seconds over what the speech shouldve been. (H)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear _____ ,&lt;br /&gt;What the eff is your problem? You hardly even talk to me then you go calling me a bitch, and talking shit about me to my friends just cause i dont invite you to my bday? You assume that my friend and I are fighting just cause our bdays are on the same day, and you go talking shit just because you think that we're leaving you out and we dont care about you. but honestly, if someone acts as if they dont care, the chances are high that they probably DONT CARE. I confront you, asking you if you called me a bitch and all you say is "yeah, but i dont know why". Well why say it in the first place? no wonder no one likes you. You assume that people are in the wrong, but their not. You're an outsider. you were adopted into your group because no one else wanted you, not even your so called best friend. if you're reading this, you know completely who you are and dont go talking shit about me, come say it to my fucking face. get over yourself. i hate you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tutor is an effing bitch :@ esp. my teacher GRRR! i effing hate you! you brother is so much nicer than you. Jeez. Changing tutors soon. so suck my left nut mother fucker. you cant call my parents anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I went to a family friends BBQ and it was soooo effing boring. its the same like every effing year. ever heard of the word &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;change&lt;/span&gt;? obviously not. if everyone that gets invited gets bored of the same place, same people, same food, every year, how could you not? dont you get tired of having the same venue, food etc?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow, another day of school, yearlies coming up. FML.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today's Fact; The TV downstairs in the bedroom actually works now! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm no pedophile, but suck my &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;crack baby.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6401825390581611626-166115339614501020?l=sarahistall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarahistall.blogspot.com/feeds/166115339614501020/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sarahistall.blogspot.com/2009/10/54.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6401825390581611626/posts/default/166115339614501020'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6401825390581611626/posts/default/166115339614501020'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarahistall.blogspot.com/2009/10/54.html' title='#54'/><author><name>Sarahhhh</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__Ll3q4za4_U/SnbKrPrjqPI/AAAAAAAAAAM/VrvBupWdr0I/S220/DSC00182.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6401825390581611626.post-6132087388599258771</id><published>2009-10-20T21:31:00.004+11:00</published><updated>2009-10-20T21:41:33.287+11:00</updated><title type='text'>#53</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Hello ladies and gents :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SCHOOL IS SO EFFING BORINGGGGGGGGGG.&lt;br /&gt;2 days into the term and im already dyinggggg. how can i possible survive the rest of the year? tomorrow i have a speech due and I just finished which is good. :) and i am currently talking on msn to my &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;husband&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday; first day and i already had homework Fuck Me Dead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then today i had more homework. Fuck Me Dead even more! Today was so effing hot 31 degree?! what the granny!? and tomorrow is 35 Zzz. Imagine in summer. GG. Jen came over after school and we went in the pool and sunbaked. nicest swim everr. Had a biggggggggg gossiping / talking sesh. i love you jen :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not much else to say but if i dont write another blog in a while its pobably because ive died during a heat wave.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today's Fact; Marco Polo was born in 1254 - 1324 :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JESSIKA, GIVE ME A PUFFY :@&lt;br /&gt;Cute bitch :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; I  &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;( L ) &lt;/span&gt;Kevin Nguyen :)&lt;br /&gt;+ &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;Jay Huynh&lt;/span&gt; is awesome because I take after him :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6401825390581611626-6132087388599258771?l=sarahistall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarahistall.blogspot.com/feeds/6132087388599258771/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sarahistall.blogspot.com/2009/10/53.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6401825390581611626/posts/default/6132087388599258771'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6401825390581611626/posts/default/6132087388599258771'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarahistall.blogspot.com/2009/10/53.html' title='#53'/><author><name>Sarahhhh</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__Ll3q4za4_U/SnbKrPrjqPI/AAAAAAAAAAM/VrvBupWdr0I/S220/DSC00182.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6401825390581611626.post-7352887222028981253</id><published>2009-10-15T22:30:00.005+11:00</published><updated>2009-10-17T22:26:49.829+11:00</updated><title type='text'>#52</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;10 hours sleep yesterday! ESHAYS OR WHAT?! :D Best sleep since 2 weeks ago :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;not even in the mood to write this but ill write it anyways since i love yous so much :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Well i met Ngan, Naida, Rachael, Helen &amp;amp; Kimmey @ the station early so we could get swimmers and that went well :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Then we went station and met up with everyone else and caught the train to Sydneham to meet other people.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Firstly we walked around Bondi Westfields because some people wanted to buy some shit, otehr waited at the bus stop. and when we got back, well all pushed into one bus and it was so effing crowded. but we finally got there and walked to teh beach.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Cory / Harry , The Party Boy&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://i3.bebo.com/049a/8/large/2009/10/15/22/4993426503a11731261255l.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 500px; height: 376px;" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Neil&amp;amp;Friends&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://i3.bebo.com/051a/3/large/2009/10/15/22/4993426503a11731261215l.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 500px; height: 376px;" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The Group&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i3.bebo.com/051a/17/large/2009/10/15/22/4993426503a11731261707l.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 500px; height: 376px;" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Umm swam and shit. Ate etc etc. I went on Neil's shoulders and Naida went on Johnno's. We had Shoulder Wars :D it was so effing fun. Clearly I was the winner :) because some people cheated and pushed people off each other when they werent even supposed to be interfering hmmph.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;So therefore, i win :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;after a while some lady came around asking us to join australia's longest conga line&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;and me, naida, jay and johnno walked around the whole beach asking people to join and 80% of the people we asked were tourists from france.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://i3.bebo.com/049a/10/large/2009/10/15/22/4993426503a11731261439l.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 500px; height: 376px;" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;After that we caught the train back to bankstown and everyone went home etc.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;More to the day but i cbf typing LOL! OHHH and not to mention, while i was supposed to go over the wave, i was too &lt;i&gt;tall&lt;/i&gt; and went under instead. and i tumbled, and then another wave came and pulled me under even more! thennnn as i tumbled some bitch face kicked me in the head! now i have a massive bruise on my head :@ &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I love &lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFCC00;"&gt;Kevin Phat Nguyen&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt; :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Today's fact; some people keep money in the most retarded places.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Welton, you're not the best :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6401825390581611626-7352887222028981253?l=sarahistall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarahistall.blogspot.com/feeds/7352887222028981253/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sarahistall.blogspot.com/2009/10/52.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6401825390581611626/posts/default/7352887222028981253'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6401825390581611626/posts/default/7352887222028981253'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarahistall.blogspot.com/2009/10/52.html' title='#52'/><author><name>Sarahhhh</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__Ll3q4za4_U/SnbKrPrjqPI/AAAAAAAAAAM/VrvBupWdr0I/S220/DSC00182.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6401825390581611626.post-4533242501120866345</id><published>2009-10-15T07:14:00.002+11:00</published><updated>2009-10-15T07:24:54.536+11:00</updated><title type='text'>#51</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Gooooood morning once again. you guys should feel so special because I've been writing so many blogs lately (A) and esp. this morning that i got up early jsut to write it for you guys, seeing as though i wont be able to write it tonigh! this is becauseeeeee ............ &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;IM GOING TO THE BEACHHHHHH, CHYEAHHH BIATCHHHHHHHHHHHHHH&lt;/span&gt;. i know you're jealous ;)&lt;br /&gt;unless you're coming with me of course.&lt;br /&gt;I might end up writing another blog either tonight or tomorrow morning talking about how the beach was etc etc. But the chances are that I'll be soooooo dead when i get home. We're watching the sunset ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterdayyy I went to bankstown with naida and we went shoppinggggggggggg! We got bikinis from target and they were like effing $30 for just the top part and we were like wdhell who cares theyre nice so we bought 2. then iwas like lets go to ice and look at their bikinis so we went and it was like $30 for 2 pieces! WDEFFFFFFFFFFFFF :@ so we went back to target to return our first purchase and the lady was half way through our return already and then she just stopped and she looks up at us and shes like...."how old are youse?" and we're like "uhhhh 13?"&lt;br /&gt;and shes full like "sorry i cant return this you're under aged you have to be 16+ to return here."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;since when was there an age limit for not wanting something and getting money for it? stupid old granny face :@ hope you die in a hole.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So anyways we had to wait for kai to come and return it for us but then i had to go home so naida had to wait by herself. LIKE SHE MADE ME WAIT WHEN SHE MISSED THE TRAIN IN THE MORNING. GRRRRRRRR.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today's fact; My mother can be generous sometimes. and she likes to pretend to be a ninja? :S&lt;br /&gt;LOL! ask about it on msn. its quite funny 8)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;I KNOW REZNAIDA NASUTION CHAN'S BRA SIZEEEEEEEEEEE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Suck on that skankssssss.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6401825390581611626-4533242501120866345?l=sarahistall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarahistall.blogspot.com/feeds/4533242501120866345/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sarahistall.blogspot.com/2009/10/51.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6401825390581611626/posts/default/4533242501120866345'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6401825390581611626/posts/default/4533242501120866345'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarahistall.blogspot.com/2009/10/51.html' title='#51'/><author><name>Sarahhhh</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__Ll3q4za4_U/SnbKrPrjqPI/AAAAAAAAAAM/VrvBupWdr0I/S220/DSC00182.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6401825390581611626.post-6634937779317929974</id><published>2009-10-13T21:18:00.002+11:00</published><updated>2009-10-14T09:25:28.682+11:00</updated><title type='text'>#50</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Good morning everyone, though you're probably still sleeping seeing that it is so EFFING EARLY :@&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday I was nitm so i went offline and decided to sleep; for those wondering why i was nitm, you know when sometimes you just feel like :S:S:S, yeahh. So i went offline at like 11:20? then i couldnt get to sleep TT" I laid in bed for like 2 hours tossing and turning / playing bubble town on my phone then when I finally fell asleep at like 1:30-2:00 AM my brother decides to wake up and use the toilet and woke me up. :@ then it took me another 30 minutes to fall to sleep. then at 5:30 i wake up once again :@ like what the fuck man. then i laid in bed until 6:30 AM then i finally fell back to sleep and got up and hour later TT" so all up i got not even 4 hours sleep. like wdeff man! for fucks sake, and im going beach tomorrow, how can i go to the beach when im so effing tired?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well yeahh theres not much to write about seeing its only been 9 hours into the day. buttttt yesterday i didnt blog cause i cbf. &amp;amp; i was watching my bf on youtube ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__Ll3q4za4_U/StT9ftkBvJI/AAAAAAAAACw/Ie1-jm_DTtY/s1600-h/retart.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 304px; height: 299px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__Ll3q4za4_U/StT9ftkBvJI/AAAAAAAAACw/Ie1-jm_DTtY/s320/retart.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5392213375117802642" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Yesterday; woke up early also. walked half way to Panania to meet Leah then realised i forgot my money. So i get there and leah shouts me (A) and then we go to revesby and go to Tsunami and the bikini i liked was like effing $90 :@ fuck that. so we walked back to my place and watched mychonny for likw 5 minutes then went to chicken wizard to meet up with Gavin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear Leah &amp;amp; Gavin,&lt;br /&gt; PLEASE DO NOT TALK ABOUT THOSE THINGS WHEN I AM THERE! It was the most disturbing conversation ever. besides the ones that rhiana and i have :L "mm aa or AAAA"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOL!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today's Fact; Too early. Fuck today's fact.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;waiting for 11:11 so i can wish for a good night sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6401825390581611626-6634937779317929974?l=sarahistall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarahistall.blogspot.com/feeds/6634937779317929974/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sarahistall.blogspot.com/2009/10/50.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6401825390581611626/posts/default/6634937779317929974'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6401825390581611626/posts/default/6634937779317929974'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarahistall.blogspot.com/2009/10/50.html' title='#50'/><author><name>Sarahhhh</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__Ll3q4za4_U/SnbKrPrjqPI/AAAAAAAAAAM/VrvBupWdr0I/S220/DSC00182.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__Ll3q4za4_U/StT9ftkBvJI/AAAAAAAAACw/Ie1-jm_DTtY/s72-c/retart.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6401825390581611626.post-5363535439893715811</id><published>2009-10-12T22:25:00.004+11:00</published><updated>2009-10-13T08:07:37.942+11:00</updated><title type='text'>#49</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;WHAT A DEPRESSING DAY :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friggon history assignment. I spent 3 hours msn-ing + assignments and msn kept distracting me. So i only ended up writing like 1/2 a page. I am going to fail this speech. DU MA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But besides that, everyone is so nitm nowaydays. When you're nitm people ask you "whats wrong" and you tell them, they say i'll always be here for you, but are they really? The next time you have nitm in your pm / screen name, theyre not going to care. Even though they say theyre going to help you support you etc. theyre not. people change, things change, life changes. everything changes. theres nothing you can do about it. but just realise that not everythings gonna stay the same, not everything will be how you want it to be. I learnt the hard way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I was always there for you, supporting you the whole way, being there when i said i would be, but you dont even take into consideration taht maybe i went out of my way just to make &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;you&lt;/span&gt; happy, because the truth is that i did. I could've done other things and left you. but instead i took the time, effort and sympathy to ask you and i actually gave a shit. stop thinking just because you're nitm or whatever that everyone and everything revolves around you, because it doesnt. Sorry bubby, but thats the truth. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;get over yourself.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today's fact; Koi fish can just out of the water.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm a big tea pot, tall and cool, here are my long legs, no need for a stool. When i start shrinking, stretch me out, my legs will grow and i am cool again :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6401825390581611626-5363535439893715811?l=sarahistall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarahistall.blogspot.com/feeds/5363535439893715811/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sarahistall.blogspot.com/2009/10/49.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6401825390581611626/posts/default/5363535439893715811'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6401825390581611626/posts/default/5363535439893715811'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarahistall.blogspot.com/2009/10/49.html' title='#49'/><author><name>Sarahhhh</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__Ll3q4za4_U/SnbKrPrjqPI/AAAAAAAAAAM/VrvBupWdr0I/S220/DSC00182.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6401825390581611626.post-5615927358716970209</id><published>2009-10-10T09:09:00.002+11:00</published><updated>2009-10-10T09:24:44.628+11:00</updated><title type='text'>#48</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Sorry it has a been a while since I last blogged. It's been about 7 days and I've had people like Ivy nagging me to write a blog for the past 4-5 days LOL!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So after last Saturday shopping with Ivy, Vee and Naida, I had a barbeque with my family on the sunday afterwards and Ellisa slept over. We had about 10-15 laptops and computers on playing Facebook games. Say goodbye to my internet :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was about 30-40 all together. And it's annoying when your cousins hit ping pong balls at you :@ Or when you slip on the mat in the garage and all they do it laugh. IT GAVE ME 3 MASSIVE BRUISES :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That night Ellisa and Cameron slept over and we went to Ikea the next day. Not that exciting... FRIGGON IKEA, WHY CHANGE YOUR ICE-CREAM FOR HUH?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On tuesday we went to the city for mandi's surprise party / Joanna's outing. And it wasn't even fail! it was actually pretty good! and Mum calls and yells at me to go home and when i got home at 7 she didnt even care! like wdhell man, jees.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wednesday; I went to Liverpool with my darling, Ivy. I need to talk to her abut family shit etc etc. Sorry to Cassie and Kelly, that I didn't go to your Bday outing but I'll make it up to you one way or another.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WE SAW SO MANY TRIANGLE! :L and some chick was playing DDR at Timezone and she looked Greek or some shit. And god dammit, she couldnt dance for jackshit. It was on the easiest level, and she still failed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thursday; People came over and watched all that scary shit. Scared me shitless D: I now believe I'm haunted thanks to Jason and Harry &gt;&lt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND THEY ATE ALL MY APPLE JELLY! BITCHESSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS. :@&lt;br /&gt;I'm joking, you know I love yous :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friday; Naida, Ivy, Harry and Jason came over and did the same thing "SARAH LOOK UPSTAIRS I THINK I JUST SAW LORAINE BLAIR!" Said jason as everyone left my effing house :@ I had to make my brother walk me upstairs, and let me tell you, He's only 9!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday; My dads yelling at me atm. Because I'm supposed to be eating, but instead I'm sitting here, writing a blog for you, Ivy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Going to Miranda today! Now I can buy all my clothes / shit that I need :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today's Fact; Ivy's skin tone &amp;amp; mine are the same colour :D Now we can share mineral foundation :) HAHAHAHAHA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My cheeks feel smooth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;I LOVE &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;REZNAIDA NASUTION CHAN&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51);"&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;IVY NGO &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2DN&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6401825390581611626-5615927358716970209?l=sarahistall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarahistall.blogspot.com/feeds/5615927358716970209/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sarahistall.blogspot.com/2009/10/48.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6401825390581611626/posts/default/5615927358716970209'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6401825390581611626/posts/default/5615927358716970209'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarahistall.blogspot.com/2009/10/48.html' title='#48'/><author><name>Sarahhhh</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__Ll3q4za4_U/SnbKrPrjqPI/AAAAAAAAAAM/VrvBupWdr0I/S220/DSC00182.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6401825390581611626.post-8091732692223299452</id><published>2009-10-03T17:22:00.002+10:00</published><updated>2009-10-03T17:46:36.305+10:00</updated><title type='text'>#47</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;GOD DAMMIT SHAY, FULL MAKE ME WRITE A BLOG FOR YOU! Grr.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today tutor was so fail TT" full bad report. Parents gonna kill me D:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Sir we're gonna chop off your penor and make green chop suey &amp;amp; bok choi out of it"&lt;br /&gt;LOL! effing funniest day outtttttttttttttttttttttttttttt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SAMSON YAU IS A DOG BECAUSE HE DOGGED ME FOR AN ALBUM. GOSH! How mean. I se how it is Samson, you meanie. &amp;amp; our last names rhyme &amp;amp; samson is a cutie 8)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then after i went bankstown with Vee, Naida &amp;amp; Ivy. Love those bitches :)&lt;br /&gt;Took $20 worth of caps :) "69! 69!" LOL!&lt;br /&gt;Thanks to Vee for my beautiful dress ( L )&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; our "penises" LOLOL! We're too cool for school you (H)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Andddd Vee and Naida are such unhealthy people, eating Maccas tsk tsk tsk!&lt;br /&gt;Ivy and I were being good girls. Full eating Tuna &amp;amp; chicken pasta 8D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Funny day cbf to write anything elseeeee except for Samson is gay :) - currently phoning with samson the faggot. jokes! relax a bit. lurveeeee ya :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today's fact; Chicken pasta is good for you :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;If you're happy and you know it poke your eye.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6401825390581611626-8091732692223299452?l=sarahistall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarahistall.blogspot.com/feeds/8091732692223299452/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sarahistall.blogspot.com/2009/10/47.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6401825390581611626/posts/default/8091732692223299452'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6401825390581611626/posts/default/8091732692223299452'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarahistall.blogspot.com/2009/10/47.html' title='#47'/><author><name>Sarahhhh</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__Ll3q4za4_U/SnbKrPrjqPI/AAAAAAAAAAM/VrvBupWdr0I/S220/DSC00182.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6401825390581611626.post-7520694621381153686</id><published>2009-10-01T16:07:00.002+10:00</published><updated>2009-10-01T17:37:04.536+10:00</updated><title type='text'>#46</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Sorry my dears, i really cbf anymore&lt;br /&gt;but today was pretty interesting so i thought, why not?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wanted to go beach today but i had friggon assignments to hand in on the last two days of school. Then I have a speech to write due first week back to school and like 2 tests to study for. HOW BLODY DEPRESSING!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So effing hot today man. lets just buy one of the dome things they had on simpsons and potect ourselves. :D&lt;br /&gt;im so smart!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOL so much shit but cbf to write D:&lt;br /&gt;im so stressed and lazyyyyyyyyyyyyyy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the middle of doing my "Black Death" assignment for history that's due tomorrow. But i dont want to go to schooooool :( I want to stay home and write my speech so i dont have to do it during the holidays. Instead, i can go eat pho with Thanh and see Kevfun :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FUCKING ASIAN PARENTS :@&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Grrrrr.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today's Fact; 53% of men admit to shaving / trimming their pubes, 14% would recommend it to their friends and 93% of women prefer men to be shaven towards the groin regions. LOL! The radio has fantastic things 8)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;You are my sunshine, my only sunshine. You make me happy when skies are grey. You'll always know dear, how much I love you, so please dont take my sunshine away.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6401825390581611626-7520694621381153686?l=sarahistall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarahistall.blogspot.com/feeds/7520694621381153686/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sarahistall.blogspot.com/2009/10/46.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6401825390581611626/posts/default/7520694621381153686'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6401825390581611626/posts/default/7520694621381153686'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarahistall.blogspot.com/2009/10/46.html' title='#46'/><author><name>Sarahhhh</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__Ll3q4za4_U/SnbKrPrjqPI/AAAAAAAAAAM/VrvBupWdr0I/S220/DSC00182.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6401825390581611626.post-3710509909009461957</id><published>2009-09-26T17:21:00.005+10:00</published><updated>2009-09-26T17:56:15.586+10:00</updated><title type='text'>#45</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Hello fellow bloggers / readers&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry I havent been blogging much lately i seriously cbf any more. LOL! but if you want me to write a blog, then just ask like &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Yasmine &lt;/span&gt;and&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Shay&lt;/span&gt; do. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wells yeahhs Shay told me to write a blog today so here i am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well firstly, i went to tutor and cbf to do work so just bludged most of it&lt;br /&gt;Then left tutor and went to childrens festival where Johnno picked me up from the station and he was like "everyones planning to cream you, you know?" and i was like wdf, shitting it. And when i got there every was creamed and the were like OMG SARAH HEYYYYYY! and i hadnt seen them in like what two months? Well anywyas, yeahh then they all gave me hugs, little did i know, they had cream all over their hands and put cream through my hair, on my clothes, in my mouth, up my nose. So fucking gross and i stunk like shit the rest of the day TT"&lt;br /&gt;Then i took me like an hour to find &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;anthony&lt;/span&gt; because &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;his so friggon short!&lt;/span&gt; and friggon Thi creamed the shit out of me, and didnt even buy me my fairy floss, how cut.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I went with Naida, Kim and Shazzie to look for Sophia and Jay. And and and Mummy bought me a giant lollypop :D how sweet of her :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thennnnnnn i saw people like Samson, Lilkevin, Vivienne, Nancy (she's so cute!), Christine, Cynthia, Trevor, Turtle, Peter, Khang, Jennifer, Jenni-pho, Maddeh, Julie, Annie,Kimmie,Mehmet, Vivian , Nick + others LOL! havent seen some of those kids in like years D:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then after that i met up with ivy and stuff and then i stole her chips LOL! and um&lt;br /&gt;yeahh i forget what else happened.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then Anthony and Thi and those little faggots dogged me to go watch "UP" and didnt even invite me, how cut. The fact that they didnt invite me was bad but the fact that i wanted to watch up was even more cut. AND THEY DIDNT EVEN SAY BYEEEEEEEEEEEEE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then i went back to centro with Ngan, Lynda and Joanna and bought easy way and then sat and did nothing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that, we Saw my dearest bffl :)&lt;br /&gt;but took him like a billion years to friggon get there and when he got there, i had to go Zzz.&lt;br /&gt;And all he said was "bye" how rudeeeeeee!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then yeahhh tahts the main info you need to know LOL!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today's fact; My tutor teach is a gay fag who is gay :) He talks so friggon loud i swear to god and when he explains work in tutor he full writes with whiteboard maker in your book. Like who does he think he i, grafitting in our work books HUH!? how dare he. Even his older brother is nicer than him, jees. and that is saying alot. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It took 20 minutes for me to wash out all the cream in my hair :@&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I believe that Anthony Lam should give me his hat :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6401825390581611626-3710509909009461957?l=sarahistall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarahistall.blogspot.com/feeds/3710509909009461957/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sarahistall.blogspot.com/2009/09/45.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6401825390581611626/posts/default/3710509909009461957'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6401825390581611626/posts/default/3710509909009461957'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarahistall.blogspot.com/2009/09/45.html' title='#45'/><author><name>Sarahhhh</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__Ll3q4za4_U/SnbKrPrjqPI/AAAAAAAAAAM/VrvBupWdr0I/S220/DSC00182.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6401825390581611626.post-1229782811253543702</id><published>2009-09-22T21:14:00.003+10:00</published><updated>2009-09-22T21:18:19.587+10:00</updated><title type='text'>#44</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Hey guys! Sorry I haven't been blogging much lately, I've been really caught up with assignements and all. But i finally decided to push that aside and relax abit since i've had a certain someone (yasmine -cough- yasmine) barking up my ass telling me to write a new blog! LOL! it's not a bad thing, it just shows that people do actually read.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today could've been the best day of my life. I don't know why but i was sooo happy today.&lt;br /&gt;-sigh english assignment due tomorrow and I havent even finished :(&lt;br /&gt;Theres not much to write anymore because like you gusy probably get bored of it but maybe one day soon, something exciting will happen and then BANG! into my blog it goes. ahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well yeahs anyways. BACK TO HOMEWORK!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Talk to you soon!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today's Fact; Add the digits and divide by 2!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I smell like my pool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6401825390581611626-1229782811253543702?l=sarahistall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarahistall.blogspot.com/feeds/1229782811253543702/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sarahistall.blogspot.com/2009/09/44.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6401825390581611626/posts/default/1229782811253543702'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6401825390581611626/posts/default/1229782811253543702'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarahistall.blogspot.com/2009/09/44.html' title='#44'/><author><name>Sarahhhh</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__Ll3q4za4_U/SnbKrPrjqPI/AAAAAAAAAAM/VrvBupWdr0I/S220/DSC00182.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6401825390581611626.post-6488947476832100184</id><published>2009-09-18T23:58:00.003+10:00</published><updated>2009-09-19T00:08:04.912+10:00</updated><title type='text'>#43</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;What a fucked up day.&lt;br /&gt;Everyone is all depressed and upset at anything and everything.&lt;br /&gt;Even I am beginning to think that the world of happiness is coming to an end. Just fucking stay positive for fuck sake. TT"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LITTLE BIATCHHHHHHHHH!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;who do you think you are, telling me to shut up? huh huh huh?! You take my hair elastic then you tell me i give you a headache? Im surprised you didnt get one when you looked in the mirror. Honey, there are ups and downs in life, and your face puts my life to a major low. I'd chew you up and spit you out, stomp on you and burn you til you face decomposed into the fucking concrete, SLUT. I HATE YOU :@&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And dear _ _ _ _ _ _ _,&lt;br /&gt;you have A LOT to learn my dear. You dont go telling someone off just cause your friend called them hot, just cause you're a beast and no one likes you doesnt mean you have to go around making it sound like a bad thing and putting people down about it, JEES! No wonder no one likes you, you're a selfish, immature, self-absorbed, up tight, self righteous, disgusting, pathetic monster. That is the most amount of adjectives i have ever used to describe the negatives to something, but you my dear, have no positives, whatsoever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you realise that not everything revolves around you, you can go and take that bitter mouth of yours and apologise to everyone that you have hurt. Though it'll probably take the rest of your life, itll be worth it knowing that everyone in the world doesnt spit on your deathbed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hope you burn in hell biatch, and you'd better wish for an angel, because where you're going baby girl, it'll be a mission and a half to find one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Theres more to today's blog but i really cbf for it. Soo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Goodnight, Sweet dreams. I lurveeeeeeeee you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6401825390581611626-6488947476832100184?l=sarahistall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarahistall.blogspot.com/feeds/6488947476832100184/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sarahistall.blogspot.com/2009/09/43.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6401825390581611626/posts/default/6488947476832100184'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6401825390581611626/posts/default/6488947476832100184'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarahistall.blogspot.com/2009/09/43.html' title='#43'/><author><name>Sarahhhh</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__Ll3q4za4_U/SnbKrPrjqPI/AAAAAAAAAAM/VrvBupWdr0I/S220/DSC00182.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6401825390581611626.post-8599167352527123414</id><published>2009-09-17T16:16:00.003+10:00</published><updated>2009-09-17T16:24:49.311+10:00</updated><title type='text'>#42</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I wanna fucken rage like a bitch :@:@:@ So not in the mood at the moment. But yeahh i'll put that aside and move on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So today was like UBER hot so Nessa, Leah, Rhiana, Gemma and I all decided to go sit on the veranda by a group of year 12 girls and MAN WERT BOOBS CAUSE SHES GOT NONE!" then the girl turns around to me and goes "For her bday, i got her this gstring and bra and then she made me go return it because it was too big and she was only a 10B" I WAS LIKE ROFL ROFL ROFL ROFL ROFL!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then 2 minutes later one of the girls is like "Yeahh so my dad was like Jessica with a J" and then the other chick was like, "HOW ELSE ARE YOU SUPPOSED TO SPELL JESSICA? WITH A G?! GESSICA?!" :L LOL!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Funniest shit ever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had a sultana fight 8D So fun :) Vanessa got like 5 sultanas in her hair and we got like a kazillion sultanas down our tops :$ LOL!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WOOFUCKENHOOO! 92% on Language test 8D esh or what lads?! :L&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOL @ science got busted from teacher for copying each other's homework :$&lt;br /&gt;"You girls, you's are so cheeky!" Isn't Miss Vu a cutie? :L&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHAHAHAHAHHAA RHIANA! Oh my god she goes to stick gum under the table and as karma, it feel back onto her shoes and socks and melted everywhere Ewwy +o(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOL @ Rhiana's english "Letter to the Editor" HAHAHAHAHA :L 60 year old's having their first date ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I LOOKED LIKE A LITTLE SCHOOL GIRL, Big shoes with knee high socks and a skirt with those school shirts and my hair tied up :$:$:$ How embarrassing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YAYYYYYYYYY! our maths teacher finally pronouced Rhiana's name right ;) Thanks to Gemmama.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's more but i cbf to type it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today's fact; Apples keep you awake more than coffee does.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Patrick likes my style (H)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6401825390581611626-8599167352527123414?l=sarahistall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarahistall.blogspot.com/feeds/8599167352527123414/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sarahistall.blogspot.com/2009/09/42.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6401825390581611626/posts/default/8599167352527123414'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6401825390581611626/posts/default/8599167352527123414'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarahistall.blogspot.com/2009/09/42.html' title='#42'/><author><name>Sarahhhh</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__Ll3q4za4_U/SnbKrPrjqPI/AAAAAAAAAAM/VrvBupWdr0I/S220/DSC00182.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6401825390581611626.post-2319290926284094064</id><published>2009-09-16T20:44:00.003+10:00</published><updated>2009-09-16T20:54:50.678+10:00</updated><title type='text'>#41</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Shuuu :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hello my fellow bloggers / blog readers.&lt;br /&gt;Currently sitting at home with my brother, by ourselves and shitting it.&lt;br /&gt;We can hear thudding and doors opening and keys rattling. ITS SO SCARY!&lt;br /&gt;If i get murdered i just want to say, i love yous all so much D:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, thank god. It was jsut my parents TT"&lt;br /&gt;I WAS SO SCARED AND FUCK YOUS ALL FOR CALLING ME A CHICKEN SHIT!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So anyways, Welcome to the adventures of Sultana Girl and Sultanakick :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was at school with Gemma, sitting at lunch and we were EXTREMELY bored. So I was like WOAHH I HAVE SULTANAS! so we started throwing them into each other's mouths then i was like. WE CAN JOIN THE CIRCUS. and yeahh i told Gemma that it was goign in my blog so here it is :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So much hw :( :( :( :(&lt;br /&gt;I was in the middle of my assignment, and i didnt save. AND MY COMPUTER SHUT DOWNNNNNNNNNN :@ DU MA MAY&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I made my brother trade me 3 porks on restaurant city :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOL! anyways Dearest Tai, you better come CF or ill chop yo balls off:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i love youuuuu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today's Fact; My shampoo acutally works! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yummy, yummy, yummy, I got food in my tummy and I feel like I'm loving it too!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6401825390581611626-2319290926284094064?l=sarahistall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarahistall.blogspot.com/feeds/2319290926284094064/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sarahistall.blogspot.com/2009/09/41.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6401825390581611626/posts/default/2319290926284094064'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6401825390581611626/posts/default/2319290926284094064'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarahistall.blogspot.com/2009/09/41.html' title='#41'/><author><name>Sarahhhh</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__Ll3q4za4_U/SnbKrPrjqPI/AAAAAAAAAAM/VrvBupWdr0I/S220/DSC00182.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6401825390581611626.post-6730521910527451716</id><published>2009-09-15T17:03:00.002+10:00</published><updated>2009-09-15T17:14:02.080+10:00</updated><title type='text'>#40</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Wooot.&lt;br /&gt;　&lt;br /&gt;Dearest Rhiana, I am soooo not an embarrassment. I'm cool okay? But you have to admit, you're quite embarrassing too. Remember when we were at Gloria Jeans and i was waving and you were like "Who are you waving to?"  and I was like "That guy over there" and you were like "Which guy? :S"  and i was like the one standing over there. -points" and you were like OHHHHHHHHH! I THOUGHT THAT WAS A GIRL" REALLY REALLY LOUD! and his mum was sitting right behind us. you fuh-reak. "So you're the friggon dickhead that told the friggon dickhead that i was a friggon dickhead? Well listen here friggon dickhead, it takes a friggon dickhead to know a friggon dickhead to call a friggon dickhead a friggon dickhead, friggon dickhead."&lt;br /&gt;　&lt;br /&gt;ESHY, ESHY, ESHY, My dear :)&lt;br /&gt;　　　　　&lt;br /&gt;Oh my effing god. If you have something to friggon say, say it to my face. Dont go talking shit behind my back when you know im going to find out one way or another and acting all sucky-uppy when you're talking to me, saying that you thought we were best friends yada yada yada. Grow some fucking balls and just fucking say it.&lt;br /&gt;　&lt;br /&gt;Dear Yasmine,&lt;br /&gt;You will never find out who my blogs are about, even through i know you are longing to :)&lt;br /&gt;　&lt;br /&gt;Today's fact; The best things in life are free for example, going to the beach. (Besides parking)&lt;br /&gt;　&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Sunshine, Lollypops and rainbows, everything that's wonderful, that's how I feel when we're together.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;(8)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6401825390581611626-6730521910527451716?l=sarahistall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarahistall.blogspot.com/feeds/6730521910527451716/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sarahistall.blogspot.com/2009/09/40.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6401825390581611626/posts/default/6730521910527451716'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6401825390581611626/posts/default/6730521910527451716'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarahistall.blogspot.com/2009/09/40.html' title='#40'/><author><name>Sarahhhh</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__Ll3q4za4_U/SnbKrPrjqPI/AAAAAAAAAAM/VrvBupWdr0I/S220/DSC00182.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6401825390581611626.post-144211355375871819</id><published>2009-09-14T20:20:00.002+10:00</published><updated>2009-09-14T20:28:36.399+10:00</updated><title type='text'>#39</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;YAYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYY!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;　&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;A certain someone has their internet back &amp;amp; that certain someone is meeeeeeeee :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;　&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Ahh i missed you, my dearest blogspot, but i've been so busy, i havent even had time to write notes into my phone to remind me about my days :( &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;　&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;So anywaysssss, just thought I'd drop by to let you guys know I should continue to blog very soon, but my computer is now in the study, which is crap. The door is right behind the computer too! So my parents can like, spy on me :(&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;　&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Sorry if i dont write frequently now. I was hoping to write one every day, but that idea went down the drain when my net got disconnected :(&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;　&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I miss my dearest out-of-school-friends. :( Esp. &lt;strong&gt;JASON TRAN&lt;/strong&gt;, THAT HOMOSEXUAL BOY; MY BFFL! WHERE YOU BEEN NEGRO?! FUCKEN MISS YOUR ASS! Hope to see you all soon @ childrens fest or some shit :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;　&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Anywaysss tee tee why ell.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Must finish my assignments, speaking of which, i only have 3 to go! No more stress! yayyy!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;　&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Much love, xo.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;　&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Today's Fact; &lt;em&gt;De La&lt;/em&gt; is french for &lt;em&gt;About.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;　&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I ate jelly today, strawberry and lemon flavour! :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6401825390581611626-144211355375871819?l=sarahistall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarahistall.blogspot.com/feeds/144211355375871819/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sarahistall.blogspot.com/2009/09/39.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6401825390581611626/posts/default/144211355375871819'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6401825390581611626/posts/default/144211355375871819'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarahistall.blogspot.com/2009/09/39.html' title='#39'/><author><name>Sarahhhh</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__Ll3q4za4_U/SnbKrPrjqPI/AAAAAAAAAAM/VrvBupWdr0I/S220/DSC00182.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6401825390581611626.post-4861346388303979594</id><published>2009-09-12T19:04:00.004+10:00</published><updated>2009-09-12T21:07:47.643+10:00</updated><title type='text'>#38</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;PEW PEWWWWWWWWWW&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry I haven't writting to you darlings in a few days. My internet isn't connected at my new house yet :( But people are coming to connect it on Monday, so hopefully, for your sake, and mine, it'll work by then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am currently at my cousins home and am relievedddddddddddd to finally have net. I'm surpirsed i havent gotten my laptop and roamed the nearby streets trying to connect to wireless internet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well anyways, i promised to keep you guys posted, so here it goes;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You guys remember when i waited like foreverrrrrrr to get my big bang poster right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well now, my dad's all like, "The carpet is clean, no blue-tak upstairs. It'll stain my carpet." and i was like "So how am i supposed to stick up my posters?" and his like "you don't" and immediately, i felt like crying :( I spent forever trying to get my hands on that poster, and now im not even allowed to put it up?! I dont care what you say, hmmph. I'm going to perve on big bang on my wall whether you like it OR NOT :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I finished my music assignmentttt :D Esh or what lads?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So happy. 1 down a million to go. -sigh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been swimming in my pool for the last two days, ITS SO EFFING COLD IN THE WATER :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FRIGGON UNCLE :@&lt;br /&gt;Why does it even concern you about the way i dress? you're so hipocritical. You cant dress for jack shit, you look like some homeless guy in the city, lying on those dirty-ass matresses. If you're gonna say something that you know you're gonna get hated even more for, then why say it? No one likes you in our family, no one wants you in our family. &lt;strong&gt;I HATE YOU!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Talk soon, ma dears. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today's Fact: I am cool &amp;amp; Ben is gay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Missing my internet dearly.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6401825390581611626-4861346388303979594?l=sarahistall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarahistall.blogspot.com/feeds/4861346388303979594/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sarahistall.blogspot.com/2009/09/38.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6401825390581611626/posts/default/4861346388303979594'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6401825390581611626/posts/default/4861346388303979594'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarahistall.blogspot.com/2009/09/38.html' title='#38'/><author><name>Sarahhhh</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__Ll3q4za4_U/SnbKrPrjqPI/AAAAAAAAAAM/VrvBupWdr0I/S220/DSC00182.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6401825390581611626.post-809201464732813284</id><published>2009-09-09T23:06:00.002+10:00</published><updated>2009-09-09T23:10:02.828+10:00</updated><title type='text'>#37</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;So here I am, about to sleep, but then i remembered :O! BLOGSPOT UPDATE!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;　&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;So I type blogspot.com and press enter to the internet bar thingy. So tired man TT"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Stressed, so much work -sigh. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;　&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY DEAR BRENDAN :) (^) Best wishes, Negro.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;　&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Uhh not much happened today... but yeah, See how much trouble i go through for you guys? So you can keep updated? (H) Better appreciate it mthrfkrs :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;　&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;No net starting on friday :(&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I'll try go to a library or something LOL!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;　&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Today's Fact; Sarah is tired.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;　&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Water is so tasty :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6401825390581611626-809201464732813284?l=sarahistall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarahistall.blogspot.com/feeds/809201464732813284/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sarahistall.blogspot.com/2009/09/37.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6401825390581611626/posts/default/809201464732813284'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6401825390581611626/posts/default/809201464732813284'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarahistall.blogspot.com/2009/09/37.html' title='#37'/><author><name>Sarahhhh</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__Ll3q4za4_U/SnbKrPrjqPI/AAAAAAAAAAM/VrvBupWdr0I/S220/DSC00182.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6401825390581611626.post-7835808391099924813</id><published>2009-09-08T18:45:00.003+10:00</published><updated>2009-09-08T19:02:17.901+10:00</updated><title type='text'>#36</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Hellooo my dears, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;　&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;What a fucking day!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;　&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Had the best day ever! Teachers talking about teenage A.D.D, blucdging maths and DT, Being a fatty with Rhiana, until....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;　&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Don't you hate it, when people interperate things the wrong way? When people make such a big deal out of something so small? How someone so close could become so far. I'm so sick of trying to fulfil your needs and wants, your expectations. I'm sick of the way you act and teh way you talk to me without respect. I'm human too. Dont think you're the only person that lives on this earth, because clearly, you're not. I'm sick of you and your two faced ways of doing things. If you knew I did, why would you talk to me about shit like that? You're obviously in over your head. Do you honestly have no idea what else is going on in the world? Because it sure seems like it. I dont even have anything else to say to you except you are the type of person that lets people like me hang like a brick from a thread. I don't need your way of living, the way you do things, the way you say things, I don't need you. You're weak, you're pathetic, you're a disgrace. &lt;strong&gt;I hate you &amp;amp; you're a waste of time.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;　&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Today's Fact; Looks can be decieving.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;　&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;You ruined my dayyy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6401825390581611626-7835808391099924813?l=sarahistall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarahistall.blogspot.com/feeds/7835808391099924813/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sarahistall.blogspot.com/2009/09/36.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6401825390581611626/posts/default/7835808391099924813'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6401825390581611626/posts/default/7835808391099924813'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarahistall.blogspot.com/2009/09/36.html' title='#36'/><author><name>Sarahhhh</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__Ll3q4za4_U/SnbKrPrjqPI/AAAAAAAAAAM/VrvBupWdr0I/S220/DSC00182.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6401825390581611626.post-8552366995096949109</id><published>2009-09-07T22:14:00.006+10:00</published><updated>2009-09-07T22:26:15.343+10:00</updated><title type='text'>#34</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Baby, you should let me love you,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Let me be the one to give you everything you want and need.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;　&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;LOL sorry I'm singing that right now 8) Im so talented ;) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;　&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Firslty, Homeroom teacher; eat my poo :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Put me on detention for forgetting my book then at lunch, i went to the toilet and had to wait like forever then i forgot. DI CHET DI MAY!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Got my maths test back :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;　&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;86% IN MATHS?! (N) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Fail man, Fail hard. Feel so un-asian. I'm such a disgrace :(&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;　&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;LOL @ GYM, HOCKEY FTW! AHHAHAHAHAHA&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Quynh's a madass goalie :) She sits down to block the ball. What a pro!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;　&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And artttttt. Ahh, clay. The beauties of clay. LOL @ RHIANA'S CHODE-LIKE COILS AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA! "I have to wet it a bit. otherwise i cant work well with it"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;LOL! Dayum, we're some talented &lt;strong&gt;BIATCHES&lt;/strong&gt; ;)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;　&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Fucking bitch. I'm only trying to be nice and you get all worked up just cause i asked you a question. You couldve at least said it nicely. I've had enough of all your shit, and im sure im not the only one. Think about what you say and how you say it before you go saying shit to people. And acting all smartass isnt gonna get anywhere. You're just digging your hole deeper than it already is. So think about that, get over your fucking &lt;em&gt;depressing&lt;/em&gt; problems because to tell you the truth, &lt;strong&gt;NO ONE FUCKING CARES&lt;/strong&gt;! :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;　&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Today's Fact; The lights on the right, also control the ones in the bathroom @ new home :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;　&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I really need to pee right now. &lt;/div&gt;　&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;JUST A NOTE&lt;/strong&gt; MA DEARSSSSSSSS,&lt;br /&gt;　&lt;br /&gt;I may not blog much soon, as my net is going to be transfered to my new home, so just hang in the baby, my blogs will be updated for you soon. And when they aren't i'll write notes into my phone to remind myself about each day so you can keep up!&lt;br /&gt;　&lt;br /&gt;Lurve ya's xo.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6401825390581611626-8552366995096949109?l=sarahistall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarahistall.blogspot.com/feeds/8552366995096949109/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sarahistall.blogspot.com/2009/09/34_07.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6401825390581611626/posts/default/8552366995096949109'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6401825390581611626/posts/default/8552366995096949109'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarahistall.blogspot.com/2009/09/34_07.html' title='#34'/><author><name>Sarahhhh</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__Ll3q4za4_U/SnbKrPrjqPI/AAAAAAAAAAM/VrvBupWdr0I/S220/DSC00182.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6401825390581611626.post-8237905000161797745</id><published>2009-09-06T22:08:00.002+10:00</published><updated>2009-09-06T22:22:02.226+10:00</updated><title type='text'>#34</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Hello blog-readers :D&lt;br /&gt;　&lt;br /&gt;Aiyaa, what a day. Last night at like 11:45-ish some fag decides to message me telling me i want to smile. Like what the fuck? Then when i woke up in the morning i messaged them back asking who it was and they wont even tell me, but they know who i am, and what school i go to? Fucking stalking mother fucker. Maybe it's the man that saw me dancing in his street...&lt;br /&gt;WELL anyways, so theyre acting all nice and shit and i when im tell them its not funny anymore, they tell me its not supposed to be? THEN FRIGGON JUST TELL ME :@ before i get angry and call the police on you :)&lt;br /&gt;　&lt;br /&gt;Ate pho at thang long for lunch again today :) but the cute guy wasnt even there :(&lt;br /&gt;I got a hair cut too :D I LOOK EVEN LITTLER THAN I DID BEFORE. :$ how embarrassing.&lt;br /&gt;　&lt;br /&gt;I went to cabraaaaaaaaaaaaa :) and went grocery shopping with my cousin, mum and aunty. How boring man, hardly even bought anything. But i bought new school shoes :)&lt;br /&gt;　&lt;br /&gt;wadda hell man. People pissing me off more and more each day. Dear _ _ _ _ _,&lt;br /&gt;You dont even know i exist anymore, you couldn't care less. You could at least pretend to consider what i say to you. But know, you cant even do that. You're selfish, and even your &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;best friend&lt;/span&gt; thinks so. Stop thinking about yourself and think about others for a chang&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;e. One day in life, you'll realise taht without other people, you are no one.&lt;br /&gt;　&lt;br /&gt;I might not be blogging for a while as I'm currently stressed like a little whore. Moving to new house this week + a billion x infinity assignments; Mission and a half nigger.&lt;br /&gt;　　&lt;br /&gt;Today's Fact; Staples hurt.&lt;br /&gt;　&lt;br /&gt;Happy father's day, Jay. I love you :)&lt;br /&gt;　&lt;br /&gt;Na na na na na na na na Batmannnnn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6401825390581611626-8237905000161797745?l=sarahistall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarahistall.blogspot.com/feeds/8237905000161797745/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sarahistall.blogspot.com/2009/09/34.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6401825390581611626/posts/default/8237905000161797745'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6401825390581611626/posts/default/8237905000161797745'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarahistall.blogspot.com/2009/09/34.html' title='#34'/><author><name>Sarahhhh</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__Ll3q4za4_U/SnbKrPrjqPI/AAAAAAAAAAM/VrvBupWdr0I/S220/DSC00182.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6401825390581611626.post-2165658343943253148</id><published>2009-09-05T21:20:00.003+10:00</published><updated>2009-09-12T21:03:09.164+10:00</updated><title type='text'>#33</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Hey sexy, how y'doin?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;　&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Peter was sitting on the table in front of me and i noticed that he had the same smiggle ruler as me, but in blue. So iwas like "oh my granny, peter, you have the same ruler as me. But mine's better cause its silver" and his like -shrugs, "i have a long black one at home" Cynthia and I started cracking up like no effing tomorrow. And everyone else is just like...huh?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;　&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Then I went to bankstown to eat lunch with family at Thanh Long. OH MY GOD MAN, THE GUY THERE IS SOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO EFFING CUTE :$:$:$:$:$:$&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;　&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;fucking hell man, make up your friggon mind, are you pissed or not? You always change your moods, one second your happy, and you're pissed off another. Seriously, I don't know what I see in you and I wish i honestly could but what you've demonstrated isnt very impressive. You piss me off. And when you're not pissing me off, it's only cause you're not talking to me because im sick of having to start the conversations with you. Get a life, and stop depending on other people.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;　&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Today's fact; A particular girl in my tutor class is a reeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeetard. Whats with what she wears :S no sense, no sense at all, whatsoever.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;　&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I ate cheese today :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6401825390581611626-2165658343943253148?l=sarahistall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarahistall.blogspot.com/feeds/2165658343943253148/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sarahistall.blogspot.com/2009/09/hey-sexy-how-ydoin-peter-was-sitting-on.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6401825390581611626/posts/default/2165658343943253148'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6401825390581611626/posts/default/2165658343943253148'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarahistall.blogspot.com/2009/09/hey-sexy-how-ydoin-peter-was-sitting-on.html' title='#33'/><author><name>Sarahhhh</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__Ll3q4za4_U/SnbKrPrjqPI/AAAAAAAAAAM/VrvBupWdr0I/S220/DSC00182.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6401825390581611626.post-6613973042601489995</id><published>2009-09-04T22:07:00.002+10:00</published><updated>2009-09-04T22:40:50.356+10:00</updated><title type='text'>#32</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Funny dayyyy. :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;　&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;We were talking about pedos in geography today, I'm surprised my Geo teacher's name didnt pop up in there somewhere. EUGHH! HIS SUCH A FAGGG! I hate him soo effing much, it's just not funny anymore. You're a fat ass okay, and you have to deal with taht. One day, you'll wake up and see that you can't fit through the door anymore. You'll realise what you've done to yourself, fat motehr fucker. Lose some weight. Jesus Christ.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;　&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Vanessa and I broke &lt;strong&gt;three&lt;/strong&gt; blinds today :$ It was an accience, I swear to yallah, it was.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;　&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Bilnd #1&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;We were in geography, and teach was talking away as usual. And it was really dark in the room, so we all opened some blinds, but Vanessa couldnt get hers opened, then she realised that the lever was tied around the leg of the table. She undid the knot and the whole blind sprung up. LOL! Suck she Mr _ _ _ _ :D Hope your blinds burn in hell.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;　&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Blind #2&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;IN SCIENCE! :) LOL! So i pulled it down and it wouldnt go up anymore. and i kept trying (oh my god, that sounded so wrong :L) Yeahh so it just kepy coming down further and further. AND IT STILL WOULDNT GO UP :@ So i got angry and pulled it down some more and it stayed like that :$ It wouldnt move.  and yeah we just put half of it hanging out the window.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;　&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Blind #3&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;We were sitting in history and this one's boring, and yeah we pulled it down and the teacher said dont so we pulled it more and it broke (H)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;　&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Dayum, we cool CUZ!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;　&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;OH EM GEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;CUTEST GUY ON THE TRAIN HOME TODAY 8)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I was like dayum, you'se a sexy biatchhhh. ;)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;　&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Today's Fact; Coach is a faggot and a half.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;　&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Sarah had a little lamb, little lamb, little lamb...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6401825390581611626-6613973042601489995?l=sarahistall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarahistall.blogspot.com/feeds/6613973042601489995/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sarahistall.blogspot.com/2009/09/32.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6401825390581611626/posts/default/6613973042601489995'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6401825390581611626/posts/default/6613973042601489995'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarahistall.blogspot.com/2009/09/32.html' title='#32'/><author><name>Sarahhhh</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__Ll3q4za4_U/SnbKrPrjqPI/AAAAAAAAAAM/VrvBupWdr0I/S220/DSC00182.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6401825390581611626.post-4361232523503480663</id><published>2009-09-03T21:10:00.003+10:00</published><updated>2009-09-03T21:22:14.397+10:00</updated><title type='text'>#31</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Aiing or what lads?! :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;　&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Ahh, what a friggon day. So i was walking to teh canteen with Sharni and Leah, and we're just talking about random shit and out of no where these two birds swoop at us and come like 2 cms away from our face and fly away. We &lt;strong&gt;shat&lt;/strong&gt; it like no tomorrow. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;　&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;We couldn't open the gate to play oz-tag today, so we went for a walk instead. LOL @ teacher "you better not fork on the table, you son of a bitch" funniest shit out :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;　&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Leah, Rhiana and I were singing, and Leah and I started dancing, not realising we were going past a house with 2 guys out the front in their mid 20's? so we're dancing along, leah stops and leaves me to dance by myself :$ Then i finally realised and stopped. :$:$:$:$ so embarrassing man. and his like "It was a good move though" FUCKING PEDO, NEVER WALKING DOWN YOUR STREET, EVER AGAIN!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;　&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Some people just throw everything they have away, for a moment of no pain at all. They dont realise how good they actually have it, so they look on the down side of everything and give up their whole life for something so small, that wont even be worth it in the long run. Darlings, wake up to yourself, you're not doing yourselves any favours. If anything, you're putting more on you than you had to begin with. No one did it to you, no one put it on you, &lt;em&gt;You put it on yourself&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;　&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Today's Fact: Some people are really stupid.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;　&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Restaurant City addiction 8)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6401825390581611626-4361232523503480663?l=sarahistall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarahistall.blogspot.com/feeds/4361232523503480663/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sarahistall.blogspot.com/2009/09/31.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6401825390581611626/posts/default/4361232523503480663'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6401825390581611626/posts/default/4361232523503480663'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarahistall.blogspot.com/2009/09/31.html' title='#31'/><author><name>Sarahhhh</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__Ll3q4za4_U/SnbKrPrjqPI/AAAAAAAAAAM/VrvBupWdr0I/S220/DSC00182.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6401825390581611626.post-249089233043534705</id><published>2009-09-02T22:22:00.002+10:00</published><updated>2009-09-02T22:27:08.899+10:00</updated><title type='text'>#30</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;HAPPY 30th POST! :D &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;HAHAHA I'm so lame good but boring day.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;　&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Maths test was easy but i think i failed still :$&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;　&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;So tired man TT" I NEED TO GET THESE ASSIGNMENTS OVER AND DONE WITH&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;so i can get it off my back, its soooo annoying. So over the place with school, family, friends. etc. not much to write today except,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;　&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Dear &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Kaz&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;dont give up. keep going. You can do whatever you set your mind to. You'll pull through. I'll be here ever step of the way wheather it'd be thick or thin, you can count on me to be by your side and help you every step of the say, even if you're import :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;　&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Today's fact; Eating too much peanut butter makes your mouth dry.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;　&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I started my music assignment :D I'm so proud of myself.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6401825390581611626-249089233043534705?l=sarahistall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarahistall.blogspot.com/feeds/249089233043534705/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sarahistall.blogspot.com/2009/09/30.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6401825390581611626/posts/default/249089233043534705'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6401825390581611626/posts/default/249089233043534705'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarahistall.blogspot.com/2009/09/30.html' title='#30'/><author><name>Sarahhhh</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__Ll3q4za4_U/SnbKrPrjqPI/AAAAAAAAAAM/VrvBupWdr0I/S220/DSC00182.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6401825390581611626.post-4954541505716552200</id><published>2009-09-01T21:10:00.003+10:00</published><updated>2009-09-01T21:33:29.618+10:00</updated><title type='text'>#29</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Not much today, school; boring, brother; annoying as usual, and friends; thats another story.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;　&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I've had the strangest feelings through my stomach lately, you know that feeling like you've done something wrong, or when someone says something that doesnt even have to mean anything towards you, but you can't stop thinking about it? With people telling you not to worry and not to stress over little things, and that it'll be over soon but the truth is the only thing i can do is worry. How can i get through anything when i feel so guilty for something i might not have even done? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;　&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And I never thought you's would do it either, but what you've done has scarred me forever and theres really nothing you's can do to change that. Yes, i will think differently upon you's but just remember you brought it on yourselves. And when you start to believe I'm bitch or whatever you guys call us girls when you talk behind out backs, because of something you did yourselves. You're selfish, inconciderate, you are &lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;worthless&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;　&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Today's fact; To take your calculator off fix, simply press the shift key &gt; mode / set up &gt; #8 &gt; #2&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;　&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;I'm still alive but I'm breathing,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6401825390581611626-4954541505716552200?l=sarahistall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarahistall.blogspot.com/feeds/4954541505716552200/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sarahistall.blogspot.com/2009/09/29.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6401825390581611626/posts/default/4954541505716552200'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6401825390581611626/posts/default/4954541505716552200'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarahistall.blogspot.com/2009/09/29.html' title='#29'/><author><name>Sarahhhh</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__Ll3q4za4_U/SnbKrPrjqPI/AAAAAAAAAAM/VrvBupWdr0I/S220/DSC00182.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6401825390581611626.post-5326468943872397655</id><published>2009-08-31T22:24:00.002+10:00</published><updated>2009-08-31T22:30:38.082+10:00</updated><title type='text'>#28</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;LALALA What a day.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Found out shit that I probably be better off not knowing... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;You knew, and you still did it, are you really that cold? Out of all people, I thought you would be the least to have done that, you are &lt;strong&gt;pathetic&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;　&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I realised that every day you learn something new, and to prove that to you, I will put a new fact that I learn every day at the end of each blog I write :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;　&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Packing is a pain in the friggon ass. So much shit, and parents screaming for no reason, just cause you cee bee eff to pack. Jees, the boxes are so heavy. du ma. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;　&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Not much to write, wrote &lt;strong&gt;ALOT&lt;/strong&gt; yesterday, &lt;strong&gt;ALOT&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;　&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Today's fact; Maple syrup comes from maple tree sap.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I'm stupid, and what?!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;　&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Anna and Isabelle&lt;/em&gt; :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6401825390581611626-5326468943872397655?l=sarahistall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarahistall.blogspot.com/feeds/5326468943872397655/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sarahistall.blogspot.com/2009/08/28.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6401825390581611626/posts/default/5326468943872397655'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6401825390581611626/posts/default/5326468943872397655'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarahistall.blogspot.com/2009/08/28.html' title='#28'/><author><name>Sarahhhh</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__Ll3q4za4_U/SnbKrPrjqPI/AAAAAAAAAAM/VrvBupWdr0I/S220/DSC00182.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6401825390581611626.post-1487804004767032472</id><published>2009-08-30T15:29:00.009+10:00</published><updated>2009-08-30T18:46:37.256+10:00</updated><title type='text'>#27</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Happy 15th Birthday bro ( L )&lt;br /&gt;Never had a brother like you.&lt;br /&gt;thats all i can think of :)&lt;br /&gt;but like you know how much you mean to me,&lt;br /&gt;my life wouldn't be this perfect if i never met you.&lt;br /&gt;Your always there for me to rely on and trust...&lt;br /&gt;remember the first time i met you at chrises birthday at the movies,&lt;br /&gt;i was like oufft look at that fag i bet i can drop him :),&lt;br /&gt;even though i still think the same. And the time we went cherry,&lt;br /&gt;oufft that was an epic night bro,&lt;br /&gt;well i don't know what else to say...&lt;br /&gt;have great 15th birthday brother.&lt;br /&gt;29.08.2009 a night to remember ;)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;From &lt;strong&gt;Johnnooo&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 204, 204);"&gt;Jason Tran,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 204, 204);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Happy friggon birthday mister! Hope you have the greatest day :) don’t forget to spoil yourself&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;: D it only happens once a year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remember, the first day I met you was at Liverpool, I didn’t even know you, and I shouted your movie ticket to Some action Movie :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even though we’ve had our ups and downs, you’ve always been there for me, and I just wanted to take this opportunity to tell you how thankful i am to have found someone as great as you to be my best friend. You can be a faggot sometimes but all the other times you’ve been great :) I couldn’t ask for anyone better than you. You are the bestest of best when It comes to friends. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;You’re supportive, even if some of the decisions i make are wrong, you stand by me and help me get through what I’ve done and you’re always there to help me the whole time when I’m going through my lowest moments.&lt;br /&gt;　&lt;br /&gt;Yes it’s a long blog but im expecting you to read it all, after all i took my sweetass time writing it for you, you better appreciate it. And to everyone else, it probably doesn’t mean anything to you so you may think its stupid, if you think it’s stupid why are you still reading?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You’re helpful like those times when i don’t understand my homework, and tell me I’m cheating by using a calculator, MY TEACHER SAID I COULD OKAY?! :$ You don’t make me feel like the biggest loser out. You’re always ready to listen to my boring ass days, my family problems, school bullshit and some of those dumbass boy problems but i’ve realised I don’t need a boy to make me happy. They’re just a bonus, you’re the only boy i really need in my life, my best friend. And if i don’t tell you why I’m upset or cut or not in the mood, you tell me what a bad bffl i am L but who’s the one that didn’t even tell me he had a girlfriend HMM?! That’s right, it was you. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You’re trustworthy, I could trust you with my life and that’s a lot coming from a tight ass like me (A) I could tell you anything and trust you not to tell anyone a thing. And if I find out that you ever told anyone anything or will tell anyone anything I’ll...I’ll...DELETE THIS BLOG :) jokes, no matter what, you’re still my bffl. I love you Jason :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You’re honest...most of the time anyways. –stares I’m watching you Jason, you better be honest with me. If not, I’ll chop your dick off :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You’re understanding. You don’t take the silly jokes i make to heart, you just laugh and tell me how stupid I am, or tell me that it’s not funny. :( Or when I explain things from a girls point of view and you say “no blah balh blah blah blah” and then we argue in that we-will-be-best-friends-forever type of way :) and then I always win. :D Cause I’m tall.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Let the good times roll,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Remember all those times, when i print screened pictures of you on webcam :D you cute kient. I will never forget those days...&lt;br /&gt;　 &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5375625732977947666" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; width: 319px; height: 247px; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__Ll3q4za4_U/SpoPH3OZdBI/AAAAAAAAACo/rZ1fiX94qMM/s320/Jayshun.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I still have “Jason Tran is my best friend” written all over my diary, (A) aren’t i cool?! Yes, i thought so (H) This is random but as im writing this sentence, I feel like Easyway / Happy Cup LOL!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Remember that time, you told me I was a disgrace to Asians because I was using my calculator to do my maths homework? And I was like, I’m not asian, I’m afghan. And you were like “Then why aren’t you black” racist cunt :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And those times I helped you get over all those girls (A) cause you’re a pimp :D&lt;br /&gt;Remember those times, when you helped me out when people said shit to me, and then you told them off and they apologised (A) You’re the best bffl anyone could ever imagine :) and whoever thinks they’re your bffl can suck me off because you’re MY bffl and nothing will change that...right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And all those times we talked on the phone for like a kabillion-trillion-gazillion-dillion-hillion-willion-kjashl wgosjvjvajillon minutes and all you had to say was “haha yeah cause we bffl (H)” you’re wrong, it’s because I’m bothered to spend so much time, effort and money on you (A).&lt;br /&gt;For your Information Jason Tran, I’m ALWAYS the one to start the converstations.&lt;br /&gt;　&lt;br /&gt;As I walk into my bedroom I see pictures (pictures) on my wall Of the last year of memories The country fair, a movie there Sometime we don't remember where They won't let me forget the time we shared You know I'm always thinking of you (of you) No matter what the time of day or place Cause you were my friend When there were no others And all of my love for you Can never be erased, no No, I never had a friend like you And I hope we stay together (yeah) And somehow we're gonna make it through You'll be my friend forever (yeah, yeah) No matter how far away (far away) You'll always have a special place (special place, baby) Cause I never had a friend like you No, I never (no, I never) had a friend like you It feels good to know you're only a call away (away) I reminisce about the times when we would play At the bus stop, at the park Shooting ball after dark And we knew we shouldn't be out that late, yeah, baby Everybody has that special someone (Friend like you) Can't believe that someone was you For every storm that has approached us You never left my side And always kept it true I ain't never had a friend like you No, I never had a friend like you (no, no) And I hope we stay together (yeah) And somehow we're gonna make it through (And you will be) You'll be my friend forever (make it through) No matter how far away (yeah) You'll always have a special place (special place) Cause I never had a friend like you (friend like you) No, I never had a friend like you (oh, yeah) No, I never had a friend like you (oh…) And I hope we stay together (stay together, baby) And somehow we're gonna make it through You'll be my friend forever (yes, you will) No matter how far away (far away) You'll always have a (special place) special place Cause I never had a friend like you (Cause I never had a friend like you) No, I never (no, I never) had a friend like you (like you) A friend like you to guide me Through my problems (friend like you) A friend like you have kept it true When life gets cold (gets cold) A friend like you, listens When there's nothing left to say Imagining those things I used to say as we played A friend like you who I would Cherish all life (friend like you) A friend like you the one that made me care you Every time I look into your eyes Afraid to say A friend like you to me You'll always be right there… No, I never had a friend like you And I hope we stay together (yes, you will) And somehow we're gonna make it through (make it through, yeah) You'll be my friend forever (oh, yeah, baby) No matter how far away (far away) You'll always have a special place (special place) Cause I never had a friend like you (oh…) No, I never had a friend like you (no) No, I never had a friend like you (no) And I hope we stay together (stay together) And somehow we're gonna make it through You'll be my friend forever (be my friend forever) No matter how far away (far away) You'll always have a special place (special place) Cause I never had a friend like you No, I never had a friend like you (No, I never had a friend like you)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;　&lt;br /&gt;Remember that song? “It was like a gift from god”&lt;br /&gt;LOL!　&lt;br /&gt;　&lt;br /&gt;There are so many more times i could tell you about but there’s just too many, even now, we’re still making them memories &amp;amp; theres still more to come in the future.&lt;br /&gt;I was on msn and I saw it was 11:11 and normally i have so much to wish for, but today, i couldn’t think of a single thing. Because i love my life just the way it is, great friends, a beautiful family, and i want to thank YOU for being a part of that to make it happen :) i love you Jason tran, my best friend ( L ) Even if you moved me down on your bebo &lt;em&gt;top friends&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY 15th BIRTHDAY JASON! &lt;3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6401825390581611626-1487804004767032472?l=sarahistall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarahistall.blogspot.com/feeds/1487804004767032472/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sarahistall.blogspot.com/2009/08/27.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6401825390581611626/posts/default/1487804004767032472'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6401825390581611626/posts/default/1487804004767032472'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarahistall.blogspot.com/2009/08/27.html' title='#27'/><author><name>Sarahhhh</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__Ll3q4za4_U/SnbKrPrjqPI/AAAAAAAAAAM/VrvBupWdr0I/S220/DSC00182.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__Ll3q4za4_U/SpoPH3OZdBI/AAAAAAAAACo/rZ1fiX94qMM/s72-c/Jayshun.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6401825390581611626.post-7024921352309445088</id><published>2009-08-29T18:07:00.004+10:00</published><updated>2009-08-29T18:20:14.482+10:00</updated><title type='text'>#26</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Boring ass day, yesterday was depressing, had to let out my feelings, but i'm okay now. So Kevin, Shut up :D&lt;/div&gt;　&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Tutor Oh my godddddddddddddddddddddddddddd.&lt;br /&gt;　&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Figgon Huy :@ Full make us move because apparently we talk too much, we got more work done before we moved, faggot. Make up bullshit notes that always puts pressure on me, HELLO, I WASNT THE ONLY ONE TAHT WROTE IT! And taht year 9/10 chick Eugh, bro wdf is up with your hair? And you face too +o( you make me wanna vomit. you're disgusting. Full perve on year 8 boys. Don't you know its not good for you? He probably doesnt even like you. You're not cool just cause you have a fucked up hair cut, and you're stupid, dumb, you're just not cool okay? Deal with it. "you know lonsdale london, the brand?" No one cares about your lonsdale jacket okay?! Just shut the fuck up. Hope you die in a whole, SLURTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTT.&lt;br /&gt;　&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Sorry I couldn't make it to your birthday Jason :( I'll make it to you :)&lt;br /&gt;　&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;So much workkk :( Du maaaaaaaa.&lt;br /&gt;　&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Missing my fags &amp;amp; biatches like no tomorrow.&lt;/div&gt;　&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Eww, Kai plays wolfteam. Gunbound for the win man :D Gunbound is soooo much better.&lt;/div&gt;　&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;　&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 220px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 165px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/en/f/fb/Gbwclg.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;　&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I lurveeeee &lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Littlemissnaida&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;"&lt;em&gt;Cool down like a candle&lt;/em&gt;." &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;　&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Pew pew.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6401825390581611626-7024921352309445088?l=sarahistall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarahistall.blogspot.com/feeds/7024921352309445088/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sarahistall.blogspot.com/2009/08/26.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6401825390581611626/posts/default/7024921352309445088'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6401825390581611626/posts/default/7024921352309445088'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarahistall.blogspot.com/2009/08/26.html' title='#26'/><author><name>Sarahhhh</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__Ll3q4za4_U/SnbKrPrjqPI/AAAAAAAAAAM/VrvBupWdr0I/S220/DSC00182.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6401825390581611626.post-7555293689781510928</id><published>2009-08-28T16:00:00.005+10:00</published><updated>2009-08-28T16:26:18.884+10:00</updated><title type='text'>#25</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I've had enough.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;　&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;My dearest friends, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;　&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I know I always say to believe in yourself and you can put your mind to anything you do, you can achieve so much with the potential you have. You guys are all beautiful and i could never live without yous. Yous have always been there, and i know you always say his not worth it, but to me, maybe he is. Maybe I'm not good enough for him, maybe I'm not worth it. I can see so much in you guys, but why can't i see it in myself?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;　&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I seriously cannot be bothered for anything anymore, when you need me I'm always there, but what for? You just turn around and stab me in the back. You make me feel lower than anyone ever could and before I met you, i at least felt the tiniest bit good about my self, but you went and turned that all around as well. It isnt your job to go making people feel so little of themself but yet you still go around doing it. You don't know everything and yeah you're smart, but you're not real, look at yourself. You're 100% fake. Why do you live up to everyone's needs and not your own? be true to yourself. I dont care what happens anymore, I'm over you, I'm over it, I'm over life. I can't take it anymore. Get fucked.&lt;br /&gt;　&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Most depressing day ever. Don't know who to trust anymore. And when you guys say you're always going to be there, honey, you proved yourselves wrong, completely wrong, because you aren't.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;　&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;If you seriously have a problem with me, or something I do, then just say it. Don't ignore me, or avoid me. Just say it. Straight up, what're you going to lose? nothing. Don't hold back. J&lt;strong&gt;UST FUCKING SAY IT&lt;/strong&gt;. I thought you were different from the other guys, obviously not. You proved yourself wrong, you lied. I can't trust you. I just can't.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;　&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Waiting on the world to change,&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 250px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 250px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://i0006.photobucket.com/albums/0006/findstuff22/Best%20Images/Love/love-sick1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6401825390581611626-7555293689781510928?l=sarahistall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarahistall.blogspot.com/feeds/7555293689781510928/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sarahistall.blogspot.com/2009/08/25.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6401825390581611626/posts/default/7555293689781510928'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6401825390581611626/posts/default/7555293689781510928'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarahistall.blogspot.com/2009/08/25.html' title='#25'/><author><name>Sarahhhh</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__Ll3q4za4_U/SnbKrPrjqPI/AAAAAAAAAAM/VrvBupWdr0I/S220/DSC00182.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6401825390581611626.post-5343936233469276382</id><published>2009-08-27T21:04:00.005+10:00</published><updated>2009-08-27T22:10:38.769+10:00</updated><title type='text'>#24</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Much better day today.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;　&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I was on teh way to second period, and i was walking with Vanessa and she see's her friend. She's like "ecstacy, weed, whatever you need, i've got it! ;)" Little did she know... the deputy was standing right behind her...and little did the deputy know, Vanessa was only talking about sherbet straws HAHAHAHA!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;　&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Sport today LOL! cute gym instructor 8) 5 YEARS GEMMA, 5 YEARSSSS! :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I'm so pro man! :D 5 kilos, and it's still heavy LOL!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;　&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;In music and history today, we were in the computer rooms so Margaretha, Anastasia, Quynh, Jenny and I decided to play prom night LOL! surprisingly it wasnt a blocked site. dumbass teachers :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;　&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;IT'S SO SCARY BRO THERES LIKE &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;BLOOD&lt;/span&gt; EVERYWHERE.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;　&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;We started screaming and teacher tells us off LOL. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;　&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Motivational media was so sad :( I cried LOL! shut up alright, it was emotional.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And funny, LOL @ THE GUY TAHT VOMITED ON THE BOAT ROFLMAO!!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;　&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;My restaurant on restaurant city is now level 14. :) one level until i can sell drinks :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Andddd studied 6 hours straight TT" du ma!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;　　&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Lalala &lt;strong&gt;Dono&lt;/strong&gt; gives the best hugs everrrrr :) except he wacks you in the head.... haha. love you cutie xo&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;　　&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I like yoghurt. :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6401825390581611626-5343936233469276382?l=sarahistall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarahistall.blogspot.com/feeds/5343936233469276382/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sarahistall.blogspot.com/2009/08/24.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6401825390581611626/posts/default/5343936233469276382'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6401825390581611626/posts/default/5343936233469276382'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarahistall.blogspot.com/2009/08/24.html' title='#24'/><author><name>Sarahhhh</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__Ll3q4za4_U/SnbKrPrjqPI/AAAAAAAAAAM/VrvBupWdr0I/S220/DSC00182.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6401825390581611626.post-8414740422379195060</id><published>2009-08-26T20:02:00.004+10:00</published><updated>2009-08-26T20:22:51.229+10:00</updated><title type='text'>#23</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Dear &lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Rhiana&lt;/span&gt;, my baby girl,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;You dont need him. You're too good for him, his not work your time and you know its true, dont hold on, though i know its hard but we're here to support you the whole way. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;It's hard to let go but you're better than that. You deserve so much more.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I love you, babes &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;xo&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;　&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Fucking hell you boys are so confusing!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;You're always on and off with your emotions and only when you're cut, do you really understand what us girls go through every single day. We try to help but you just push us further away and when you're in a good mood, you come crawling back. Dear, that's not how it works. Have you ever even considered thinking about us and our feelings before your put your own before ours?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Maybe one day you'll understand but from what i've seen, you dont even have the tiniest fraction of an idea of what you put us through.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;　&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Fucked up day, plus can't seem to get anything right lately.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Everything seems to be going wrong. Family, school, friends. I know I might not have shown it recently, i've been in a really bad mood but i love yous so fucken much. I have no idea how i would survive without you guys. You guys hold me together when everything falls apart and when im at my lowest point or my highest peak you guys are always there to help and support me. If only some of you guys felt the same way... You have to understand I do everything and anything I can to help yous but sometimes theres nothing more i can do. You expect so much from me, but sometimes i cant live up to your expectations, I have to live up to my own.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;　&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Don't take this the wrong way, I love yous to bits even though I might not show it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;　&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And &lt;strong&gt;you&lt;/strong&gt; have no idea how much you hurt me, of how much pain you caused me. Maybe it was a mistake, you don't understand. Take a chance, think about it. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I love you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;　&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Not much else to say, but I am slowly starting to lose hope.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I can't hold onto you forever, it hurts.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;xo&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;　&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;(8)&lt;/span&gt; Cause without you boy, my heart is so cold.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6401825390581611626-8414740422379195060?l=sarahistall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarahistall.blogspot.com/feeds/8414740422379195060/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sarahistall.blogspot.com/2009/08/23.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6401825390581611626/posts/default/8414740422379195060'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6401825390581611626/posts/default/8414740422379195060'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarahistall.blogspot.com/2009/08/23.html' title='#23'/><author><name>Sarahhhh</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__Ll3q4za4_U/SnbKrPrjqPI/AAAAAAAAAAM/VrvBupWdr0I/S220/DSC00182.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6401825390581611626.post-2946627300490460022</id><published>2009-08-25T22:34:00.002+10:00</published><updated>2009-08-25T22:43:08.793+10:00</updated><title type='text'>#22</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;SHUUU DEARRRS!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;　&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;So stressful :(:( 80% of my life right now is school, work and study. 5 % is on that special boy (A) 10 % is packing for when i move, kill me pleaseeeeeeeeee and the otehr 5 % is on food, sleep, hygenic crap + social life.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;　&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;How depressing is my life?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;　&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;At the moment I have&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;- 7 Assignments&lt;br /&gt;- 4 Assessments&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;- 2 Exams&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;- 3 Tutor units&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;　&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;If I get through this, Dang, I'm one  talented biatch.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;　&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I FINALLY GOT MY BIG BANG POSTER OMG MAN! The wait was soooooooooooo worth it 8) It'll look soo good on my wall, jealous? I thought so! Thank you to dear Vanessa who donated to the poor (A) Hahaha Note to Self, buy More b Big Bang Posters from City.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;　&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;They're just so hot, I couldn't resist. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;　&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;DAYUM, I realised i havent seen some of my homies in foreverrrrrrrrr, i miss them so much especially my bffl, &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;JASON&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;(yn) Miss you like no tomorrow nigguh. Love you xo.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;　&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Scabbed so much food today 8) I feel so fat hahaha. I am, and what? shut up.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Gemma :@ I am goign to kill you. Give me the smallest piece of cake, I PAID GOOD MONEY FOR THAT, well Vanessa did anyway BUT STILL! AND MINE WAS BURNT TOO! how gay, i couldnt even enjoy it :(&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;　&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;"This cupcake tastes like horse poo"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;"You've Tasted horse poo?"&lt;br /&gt;"No, I can taste the smell"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;　&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Hahahaha Rhiana, love you babes xo.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;　&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;My heart is so cold. &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6401825390581611626-2946627300490460022?l=sarahistall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarahistall.blogspot.com/feeds/2946627300490460022/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sarahistall.blogspot.com/2009/08/22.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6401825390581611626/posts/default/2946627300490460022'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6401825390581611626/posts/default/2946627300490460022'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarahistall.blogspot.com/2009/08/22.html' title='#22'/><author><name>Sarahhhh</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__Ll3q4za4_U/SnbKrPrjqPI/AAAAAAAAAAM/VrvBupWdr0I/S220/DSC00182.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6401825390581611626.post-7376690632066859530</id><published>2009-08-24T17:28:00.004+10:00</published><updated>2009-08-24T17:45:06.514+10:00</updated><title type='text'>#21</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Lalalala, pretty boring day.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;　&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I saw my future husband at the station today (A) His so hot, so what if he has a ratty Rhiana? :@&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;"He said 'xoxo'!!!!" Ahh the good old days, my baby girl is growing up -tear-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;HAHAHA "His hand has been on your ladder" ;D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;　&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;EUGHH! &lt;strong&gt;LITTLE ATTENTION SEEKING BITCHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;　&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I hate you so much man, get a grip. You act as if everyone loves you, well as a matter of fact, they don't. Just because someone else says one word to them, doesnt mean you have to butt in every time, you always have to be the center of attention dont you? You're always there whenever someone says something to &lt;em&gt;him / them. &lt;/em&gt;Get over yourself woman, seriously. When someones joking around you dont need to go snapping at them and saying all this bullshit, and since when is it any of your business? You're so fucking annoying man, go see a phyciatrist or something. You dont need to assume that just because a chick is talking to a guy, that they like him / her have you ever thought maybe they were just friends, and none of which you need information on in the first place? I want to go up to you, tell you off and take the hem of your skirt down, Biatchhhhhh. No hard feelings! Ex Oh. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;　&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Humphrey Bear is sexayyyy!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6401825390581611626-7376690632066859530?l=sarahistall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarahistall.blogspot.com/feeds/7376690632066859530/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sarahistall.blogspot.com/2009/08/21.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6401825390581611626/posts/default/7376690632066859530'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6401825390581611626/posts/default/7376690632066859530'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarahistall.blogspot.com/2009/08/21.html' title='#21'/><author><name>Sarahhhh</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__Ll3q4za4_U/SnbKrPrjqPI/AAAAAAAAAAM/VrvBupWdr0I/S220/DSC00182.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6401825390581611626.post-9133726241024237269</id><published>2009-08-24T17:22:00.003+10:00</published><updated>2009-08-25T23:00:02.973+10:00</updated><title type='text'>#20</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;So i didnt get to write a blog yesterday, i know you missed me (A)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Not much happended yesterday got up watched &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Operation Love&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; until parents went out at like....12 ish and got a bit bored so Naida called me and we talked about pretty much anything for about 2 and a half hours. &lt;em&gt;"and she was wearing see-through undies!", "See-through undies? as in the ones that a clear?", "nooo, the ones tthat have holes in them!" , "OHHH! That's called Lengerie"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;　&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Hahahaha, funny funny. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;　&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And I was playing sims and i made this nice mad-ass big house took me like 3 hours then my game decides to tell me my game crashed, &lt;strong&gt;AND I DIDNT SAVE :(&lt;/strong&gt; I was like so depressed after that. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;　&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Eughh, why ask for my msn and then not talk? and when i sign off you ask where i'm going so you can "protect" me? what the fuck man? Are you like stalking me? You're so weird, i dont like you, and your eyes are so tiny, how do you even see out of them?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;VANESSA FORGOT MY BIG-BANG POSTER, &lt;strong&gt;AGAIN&lt;/strong&gt;!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6401825390581611626-9133726241024237269?l=sarahistall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarahistall.blogspot.com/feeds/9133726241024237269/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sarahistall.blogspot.com/2009/08/20.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6401825390581611626/posts/default/9133726241024237269'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6401825390581611626/posts/default/9133726241024237269'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarahistall.blogspot.com/2009/08/20.html' title='#20'/><author><name>Sarahhhh</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__Ll3q4za4_U/SnbKrPrjqPI/AAAAAAAAAAM/VrvBupWdr0I/S220/DSC00182.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6401825390581611626.post-7649035148184396600</id><published>2009-08-23T16:09:00.004+10:00</published><updated>2009-08-25T22:59:27.707+10:00</updated><title type='text'>#19</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;BLAH BLAH BLAH I AM AWESOME.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6401825390581611626-7649035148184396600?l=sarahistall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarahistall.blogspot.com/feeds/7649035148184396600/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sarahistall.blogspot.com/2009/08/19.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6401825390581611626/posts/default/7649035148184396600'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6401825390581611626/posts/default/7649035148184396600'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarahistall.blogspot.com/2009/08/19.html' title='#19'/><author><name>Sarahhhh</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__Ll3q4za4_U/SnbKrPrjqPI/AAAAAAAAAAM/VrvBupWdr0I/S220/DSC00182.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6401825390581611626.post-6752441043641770466</id><published>2009-08-22T22:21:00.002+10:00</published><updated>2009-08-22T22:29:23.241+10:00</updated><title type='text'>#18</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;So tired mannnnnnnnn, I woke up at like 7:30 today du ma, friggon tutor. But it was definately worth it. Saw little kids grinding on each other HAHAHAHAHA!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;　&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I was being a good girl in tutor, and payed attention....most of the time.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;　&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Thank you Cynthia for the Dramas! Looking forward to watching them :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;　&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;At break, Cynthia and I thought this guy was cute and so after tutor, we decided to "wait for our siblings". Coincidentially, we saw the guy again, BUT, he wasnt cute at all, he has the biggest head everrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr. LOL, good dressing sence though. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;　&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Went to &lt;em&gt;The Iron Chef&lt;/em&gt; for dinner for grandpa's birthday. Pretty awesome but so filling, i feel like i'm about to explode. They make yummy cookies :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;　&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Dear Kevfun,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;　&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;My long-ass messages are wayyyyyyyy better than your shit little ones :) No offence or anythingggg. And i will be a future blog writer :L&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;　&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Ring-a-ring-a rosies, pocket full of posies,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6401825390581611626-6752441043641770466?l=sarahistall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarahistall.blogspot.com/feeds/6752441043641770466/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sarahistall.blogspot.com/2009/08/18.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6401825390581611626/posts/default/6752441043641770466'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6401825390581611626/posts/default/6752441043641770466'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarahistall.blogspot.com/2009/08/18.html' title='#18'/><author><name>Sarahhhh</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__Ll3q4za4_U/SnbKrPrjqPI/AAAAAAAAAAM/VrvBupWdr0I/S220/DSC00182.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6401825390581611626.post-6256300335436791441</id><published>2009-08-21T16:51:00.003+10:00</published><updated>2009-08-21T20:33:40.063+10:00</updated><title type='text'>#17</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Ell Ohh Ell! Funniest day outt.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Some year 10 chick was sitting on this stone in one of the gardens and she sat there all recess posing like a statue HAHAHAHA. LOL @ the flower pose. At the end of recess when people were walking to class she just sat still and as people walked past, she scared them LOL! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;　&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Thennn in P.E Ebony and Maddie walk in and out of no where they're like "DONT HAVE SEX, YOU WILL GET CHLAMYDIA AND DIE!" LOL!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;　&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;"Miss what is a papsmear?" AHAHAHHAHAHA&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;　&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Funny day. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;　&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;More assignments, du maaa.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Little bitch, who do you think you are, eat my orange and my cakes then blame me for losing a game? Hipocrite. I hate you. :@ You're a bitch. Unlike your brother who plays restaurant city like me (H) but still. Act all nice and then go blaming people for shit when it wasnt even their fault. Be a good sport and get the fuck over it, you're not top shit alright? "Can i vs ______ by myself because SARAH :@" and saying i lost like 10 billion point, hello woman, wake up to yourself, there wasnt even 10 billion points throughout the whole game, so suck my cu :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;　　&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I ( L ) My phone (A)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Even if it deleted all my messages, contacts, photos, game histories etc. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;　&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;You are absolutely adorable.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;　&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I had Chicken and mushroom pasta for dinner :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6401825390581611626-6256300335436791441?l=sarahistall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarahistall.blogspot.com/feeds/6256300335436791441/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sarahistall.blogspot.com/2009/08/16_21.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6401825390581611626/posts/default/6256300335436791441'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6401825390581611626/posts/default/6256300335436791441'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarahistall.blogspot.com/2009/08/16_21.html' title='#17'/><author><name>Sarahhhh</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__Ll3q4za4_U/SnbKrPrjqPI/AAAAAAAAAAM/VrvBupWdr0I/S220/DSC00182.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6401825390581611626.post-680157311670825961</id><published>2009-08-20T20:08:00.003+10:00</published><updated>2009-08-20T21:06:57.047+10:00</updated><title type='text'>#16</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;WOOOOHOOOOOO!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;GOT MY PHONE BACK TODAYYYY YAYERSSSSSS :) So happy i dont need to use that pink piece of shit now.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;　&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;OH MY GRANNY MAN, YOU ARE SO EFFING CUTEEEEEE :$:$:$&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;　&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Mum has cut down my computer usage so might not be on much anymore therefore not many blogspot posts. I will write notes down to remind myself so you can catch up when i get the chance to write to you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;　&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Fucking weather :@ Its cold in the morning, then it goes warm in the arvo and its cold again?!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Suck my doodle man, seriously.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;　&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Dear Danika, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;　even though i didn't know you very well, we will miss you dearly and you will forever be with us. Our thoughts are with you ( L ) &lt;div align="center"&gt;　&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;x Rest In Peace (F) 19 August, 2009.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;　&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I have a stomach ache.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6401825390581611626-680157311670825961?l=sarahistall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarahistall.blogspot.com/feeds/680157311670825961/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sarahistall.blogspot.com/2009/08/16.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6401825390581611626/posts/default/680157311670825961'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6401825390581611626/posts/default/680157311670825961'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarahistall.blogspot.com/2009/08/16.html' title='#16'/><author><name>Sarahhhh</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__Ll3q4za4_U/SnbKrPrjqPI/AAAAAAAAAAM/VrvBupWdr0I/S220/DSC00182.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6401825390581611626.post-890622980336749908</id><published>2009-08-19T17:11:00.004+10:00</published><updated>2009-08-19T22:22:43.064+10:00</updated><title type='text'>#15</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Not much happened todayyy, more homework :(&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I seriously cannot be fucked for school anymore. I cant be bothered sitting there 6 hours every weekday writing notes and listening to some bitch talk about shit that i probably wont even use in the future, for example - Geography : No sir, i don't need to know how to sell tee-shirts, like wdf!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Except maths :) I will be a professional accountant or some shit...maybe :L&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;　&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;School is so boringggggggggggggggggggggggggg. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;　&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Your personality changes like every day, what is with you? And when we ask what's wrong, you say nothing when obviously something is. If you have something to say, then say it. There's no point in bottling it up and thinking everything will be okay, and thinking you can always take the easy way out because honey, it doesnt work that way. You are selfish, you can't expect everyone to provide things for you. You have resources you can get your products from, why do you need someone / someones to provide them for you? You need to learn to do things and think for yourself. You cant always rely on other people to be there by your side 24/7, to be there for the rest of your life, no matter how much you love them. I'm sorry darling, but that's life. Get a grip and start thinking for yourself for a change. No hard feelings xo.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;　&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Rory, the racing carrrrrrrrr, (8)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6401825390581611626-890622980336749908?l=sarahistall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarahistall.blogspot.com/feeds/890622980336749908/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sarahistall.blogspot.com/2009/08/14_19.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6401825390581611626/posts/default/890622980336749908'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6401825390581611626/posts/default/890622980336749908'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarahistall.blogspot.com/2009/08/14_19.html' title='#15'/><author><name>Sarahhhh</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__Ll3q4za4_U/SnbKrPrjqPI/AAAAAAAAAAM/VrvBupWdr0I/S220/DSC00182.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6401825390581611626.post-3874423411827836461</id><published>2009-08-18T18:55:00.003+10:00</published><updated>2009-08-18T19:03:57.845+10:00</updated><title type='text'>#14</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;So much work :( This should be considered child abuse.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;-English Assignment&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;-Language Assignment&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;-Music Assignment&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;-Maths Test&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;-Science Test&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;-Tutor Homework&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;DU MAAAAA :@&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;　&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Friggon bitch. You and your huge ass, take it somewhere else. I dont like you, you're mean. Go putting people down and think they look up to you, they dont. You think you know everything, you dont. You think you'll be so successful, you wont. You tell people to move on and shit, whos the one that holds grudges and treats everyone else as if theyre the king of the world? Just in case you didn't know, It's you. Eughh. Lose some weight man, you're so ugly. +o(&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;　&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;VANESSA MIN :@&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Threw a ball at my head today :@:@:@:@&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I'm so not talking to you anymoree. GOSH! So slack, you still threw it to me AFTER i said no, i see how it is. Hmmph.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;　&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Damn boy, you take my breath away. Your smile brightens up my day. You are &lt;strong&gt;incredible&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;　&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I came home, and was drinking an orange popper, and Oh my granny man, The straw fell into taht hole where you're supposed to poke the straw through, i might have kind of accidentally pushed it too hard and the fell in, BUT STILL, NOT MY FAULT!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;　&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Tutor homework is pissing me off :@&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6401825390581611626-3874423411827836461?l=sarahistall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarahistall.blogspot.com/feeds/3874423411827836461/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sarahistall.blogspot.com/2009/08/14.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6401825390581611626/posts/default/3874423411827836461'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6401825390581611626/posts/default/3874423411827836461'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarahistall.blogspot.com/2009/08/14.html' title='#14'/><author><name>Sarahhhh</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__Ll3q4za4_U/SnbKrPrjqPI/AAAAAAAAAAM/VrvBupWdr0I/S220/DSC00182.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6401825390581611626.post-8627817801346170487</id><published>2009-08-17T16:21:00.002+10:00</published><updated>2009-08-17T16:30:06.742+10:00</updated><title type='text'>#13</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Dearrrr Blogspot, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Today was soooo boring man -)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;#1 MATHS&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I was such a nerd man 8) I full got everything right (Y)...well most of it anyhow.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Phreaking teacher, such a bitch man. Lose some weight, maybe then you can fit through the door.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;#2 Geography&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Bludge as always. Read &lt;em&gt;Faking Sweet&lt;/em&gt; most of the period. We only wrote 4 lines all lesson. and even then each line was like 5 words - &lt;strong&gt;MAX&lt;/strong&gt;!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;#3 + 4 Double Science&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;We go to look a pictures :D and cut and paste things into our books. :) it was funnn. LOL!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;#5 DeeTee&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Made a mosaic on a piece of wood :) Little bitch, just cause your one looks better than mine, well suck on this : I'm taller than you :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;#6 Musiccc&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I learnt how to play a song on the guitarrrr. Damn, that asian lady is like the king of drums. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Maddie and I are such rebels. We left 2 minutes before the bell 8) Jealousss?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I was craving for chocolate milk today, but thanks to a certain someone I can't :(&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;So mean, I can grow without milk.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;AND DEAR &lt;strong&gt;IDRIS:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I AM SOOOOOO NOT GETTING SHORTER EACH DAY, Hmmph.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And shout out to Donooo. Happy birthday Mr! Hope you had a nice day :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Currently making paper cranes. Aiming for 1000.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6401825390581611626-8627817801346170487?l=sarahistall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarahistall.blogspot.com/feeds/8627817801346170487/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sarahistall.blogspot.com/2009/08/13.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6401825390581611626/posts/default/8627817801346170487'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6401825390581611626/posts/default/8627817801346170487'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarahistall.blogspot.com/2009/08/13.html' title='#13'/><author><name>Sarahhhh</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__Ll3q4za4_U/SnbKrPrjqPI/AAAAAAAAAAM/VrvBupWdr0I/S220/DSC00182.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6401825390581611626.post-5906097105120168583</id><published>2009-08-16T18:59:00.002+10:00</published><updated>2009-08-16T19:13:03.504+10:00</updated><title type='text'>#12</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;For some reason I haven't been able to sleep lately :S It's weird. I've been waking up at like 6:00-6:30 every day. I don't know what it is, maybe think about someone, friendships that used to exist, how much longer i'll be around :S I have nooo idea.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Well anyways, I woke up at like 6:20 ish this morning and i laid in my bed til like 7 then couldn't be bothered wasting time, so i played gunbound on my laptop 8D Aren't I awesome? Then I got out of bed at like 10 LOL! and mum tells me off for not doing something worth while. so i said "It is worth while. If i get enough gold, i can buy limitless avatar"  :D and she walked off like 8-) I don't even know why she walked off. It was the truth.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Then After I got out of bed, I ate breakfast. Then I was full excited planning to go see this sexy bitch called Naida. But mums like NUUU blah blah blah blah balh. So i didnt end up seeing her. so i went to get my phone repaired. And tehn the lady's like "I'll message you in about 1-2 weeks. and i was liek :O:O:O:O:O:O:O:O &lt;strong&gt;YOU HAVE GOT TO BE KIDDING ME! &lt;/strong&gt;HOW AM I SUPPOSED TO LIVE WITHOUT A PHONE FOR TWO WHOLE WEEKS?! Well, i didnt say that, I just said okay and walked off.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;After that, I saw Rachel, Neil, Keith, Rjay, Emdee &amp;amp; Jason at the pet shop and my dad was like "I bet you messaged her and told her to come here so you could 'accidentally' bump into her" and i was like DUMB FUCK, I DONT HAVE MY PHONE! Well, not really. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Soooo then i went home and packed more shit into boxes and cousins came over and we started folding paper cranes while we watched &lt;em&gt;How I Met Your Mother&lt;/em&gt;. Only the best show in the worldddd. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And now I'm here, at my family friend's place. On their slow-ass net, talking on msn to Captain Jessika about when she's 80 and holding her husbands hand. And talking to Naida about Adopted siblings wanting to fuck each other up the ass. Kai loves me (A) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I like Aeroplane Jelly, Aeroplane Jelly for meeeeee.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6401825390581611626-5906097105120168583?l=sarahistall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarahistall.blogspot.com/feeds/5906097105120168583/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sarahistall.blogspot.com/2009/08/12.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6401825390581611626/posts/default/5906097105120168583'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6401825390581611626/posts/default/5906097105120168583'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarahistall.blogspot.com/2009/08/12.html' title='#12'/><author><name>Sarahhhh</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__Ll3q4za4_U/SnbKrPrjqPI/AAAAAAAAAAM/VrvBupWdr0I/S220/DSC00182.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6401825390581611626.post-3294137891779864466</id><published>2009-08-16T07:36:00.002+10:00</published><updated>2009-08-16T19:14:41.043+10:00</updated><title type='text'>#11</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;MY PHONE IS BROKEN :( so now im stuck with and old piece of crap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;As soon as i start to think everything would be SORT OF okay, things turn around and go the complete opposite way. &lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;I can't hold on &amp;amp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;pretend like nothing's wrong.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't even know what&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;else to say anymore. Everything is different, it will never be the same.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday I couldn't write a blog so yeahh.&lt;br /&gt;Special thanks to Kai, Misa &amp;amp; Tai for making me feel better yesterday ( L ) I love yous to bits.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://file048a.bebo.com/16/large/2009/04/18/15/2463421665a10632346682l.jpg"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 298px; CURSOR: pointer; HEIGHT: 500px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://file048a.bebo.com/16/large/2009/04/18/15/2463421665a10632346682l.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://file049a.bebo.com/2/large/2009/06/04/09/4854283775a10962453791l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 500px; CURSOR: pointer; HEIGHT: 376px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://file049a.bebo.com/2/large/2009/06/04/09/4854283775a10962453791l.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://file046a.bebo.com/1/large/2008/11/08/09/7989990359a9364979046l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 376px; CURSOR: pointer; HEIGHT: 500px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://file046a.bebo.com/1/large/2008/11/08/09/7989990359a9364979046l.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Thomas the Tank Engineeeeee (8)&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6401825390581611626-3294137891779864466?l=sarahistall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarahistall.blogspot.com/feeds/3294137891779864466/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sarahistall.blogspot.com/2009/08/11.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6401825390581611626/posts/default/3294137891779864466'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6401825390581611626/posts/default/3294137891779864466'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarahistall.blogspot.com/2009/08/11.html' title='#11'/><author><name>Sarahhhh</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__Ll3q4za4_U/SnbKrPrjqPI/AAAAAAAAAAM/VrvBupWdr0I/S220/DSC00182.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6401825390581611626.post-8626151231830688681</id><published>2009-08-14T16:12:00.006+10:00</published><updated>2009-08-18T19:09:49.952+10:00</updated><title type='text'>#10</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt; Are you happy now? Look what you've done, you've made everyone including yourself miserable and unhappy. Is that what you want? Why do i even bother with you? You're pathetic. You've ruined countless friendships, much less my friendships. You've torn me apart and theres nothing you could ever possibly do to fix everything you have caused. You've turned people against me, and you've turned me against you. Because of you, i realise who really matters in life, and theyre the people that dont put you down, or take someone elses side, even if you are wrong. They're supposed to be there for you, and not someone they hardly even know. Yeah i may not know what youre going through, well tough luck, you dont know what im going through either. You've got a hell of a lot of shit to learn in life. And yeah, so do i but let me tell you, youre never going to get anywhere in life, if you put people down, like you did to me. I would know, I've been to hell and back, trying to figure out what's wrong with me, but maybe its not just me, it's the people around me too. Friendship was supposed to be about trusting each other, not talking about other friend's friends, loyalty and love. but you, you've got &lt;em&gt;none&lt;/em&gt;. You never even considered that maybe i was going through shit too? The world doesnt just revolve around you, think about other people and take their feelings into cosideration before you start making out that you're the only person that lives on this earth. Theres so much shit i want to say to you but im not even going to waste my breath or tears on you any more. Yeahh i took my time on this blog but hey, at least other people can see you for what you really are, and not fall into that trap of yours by calling you a &lt;em&gt;friend&lt;/em&gt; like i did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've made one of the biggest mistakes anyone could ever manage, joking around with friends and taking it too far to the point where they've just had enough. I'm sorry &lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;Johnello&lt;/span&gt; :(&lt;br /&gt;I didn't mean to offend you or make you feel like you couldn't trust me anymore.&lt;br /&gt;I hope you forgive me :( I love you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;Jessica's 14th!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What a tiring and exciting night, for most of us anyway. :/&lt;br /&gt;JESSICA WAS SUCH A FAT BABY! LOL!&lt;br /&gt;Dancing around like freaks, taking countless photos, Helium balloons, jumping on the trampoline with heel LOL &amp;amp; watching jessica's old videos, &lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;Damn girl who's a sexy bitch?&lt;/span&gt; ( 8 ) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 500px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 376px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://file049a.bebo.com/11/large/2009/08/17/09/4993426503a11439000696l.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 500px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 376px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://file049a.bebo.com/10/large/2009/08/17/09/4993426503a11439000561l.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 500px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 376px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://file049a.bebo.com/18/large/2009/08/17/09/4993426503a11439000622l.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 500px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 376px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://file047a.bebo.com/4/large/2009/08/17/09/4993426503a11439000830l.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 500px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 376px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://file047a.bebo.com/7/large/2009/08/18/07/4993426503a11445073997l.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6401825390581611626-8626151231830688681?l=sarahistall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarahistall.blogspot.com/feeds/8626151231830688681/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sarahistall.blogspot.com/2009/08/10.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6401825390581611626/posts/default/8626151231830688681'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6401825390581611626/posts/default/8626151231830688681'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarahistall.blogspot.com/2009/08/10.html' title='#10'/><author><name>Sarahhhh</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__Ll3q4za4_U/SnbKrPrjqPI/AAAAAAAAAAM/VrvBupWdr0I/S220/DSC00182.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6401825390581611626.post-710576714362527657</id><published>2009-08-13T15:57:00.010+10:00</published><updated>2009-08-13T17:10:38.830+10:00</updated><title type='text'>#9</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;I was sort of in the mood taday, sort of not. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Bitch #1&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;In the morning, a friend of mine ran up to me and was crying her eyes out. And what does my other friend do? Tell her off, how slack can you get? she's going though so much shit and you tell her off and tell her to stop whatever she's doing.  You're a &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;BITCH&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; you know that? You may act like a little innocent smart ass but me, i can see straight through you. And dont act like you dont know what im talking talking about when you obviously do. Does it look like i care if you confront me about this? No, i dont. You're a two faced bitch, say what you want, i dont give two fucks. You can suck my penissss.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Bitch # 2&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Fucking bitch, why cant you get your smart ass of a friend to just say hi to you when your mums on the phone? why do i have to do it when im all the way at the bottom of the station and shes standing right there? ffs. You're so annoying. Full wirte stories and draw love triangles about people youre obsessed with when they dont even know you, and you dont even know them. Then you tell me you hate them and you dont care about them? Then why write shit in the first place? And you say you have problems and I dont understand, maybe because you dont even talk to me about shit like that. If you were a true &lt;em&gt;friend&lt;/em&gt; then you wouldve told me so fucking long ago, just like i told them. You're obviously obsessed with them but you havent even had a conversation with them before. fuck sake. They hate you so much, theyre scared of you because youre such a &lt;strong&gt;FREAKKKKKK!&lt;/strong&gt; and you wonder why they ignore you. Youre so stuck up and your reckon youre all that, Youre not. You go calling people whales and shit, look in the fucking mirror? And if you tell me not to talk to you, then thats exactly what ill do. Thats the smartest thing youve said since the day i fucking met you. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Bitch #3&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Full make me bring my maths book for you when you dont even turn up at school :@ MY BAG WAS HEAVY TODAY, YOU KNOW!? MY god man :( and you cant even explain maths to me for shit. :D &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ANYWAYS &lt;/strong&gt;enough raging for today. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Gemma is so slackkk, full slap me just cause i swear. (P.S i know i swore a lot above but it's an acception, i was angry (A) and bitch number 3, "bitch is her middle name" LOL Love you gem :D )&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I went rock climbing for sport and made it to the top for 3 walls (H) im pretty hectic. But then i scraped my hand on the rock :( ouchieeee. My motivation was that if i reach the top, i would get respect of being tall from everyone for the rest of my life (H) Eshaysss :L :D &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;But i couldnt even use my buckle thing to the harness IT WAS SO HIGH:( everyone could reach it except me, i see how it is. It's okay, i can hold the tears back 8) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I need meat pie eating lessons.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Chicks before dicks yeah, but what happens when the chicks the one being the dick?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6401825390581611626-710576714362527657?l=sarahistall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarahistall.blogspot.com/feeds/710576714362527657/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sarahistall.blogspot.com/2009/08/9.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6401825390581611626/posts/default/710576714362527657'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6401825390581611626/posts/default/710576714362527657'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarahistall.blogspot.com/2009/08/9.html' title='#9'/><author><name>Sarahhhh</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__Ll3q4za4_U/SnbKrPrjqPI/AAAAAAAAAAM/VrvBupWdr0I/S220/DSC00182.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6401825390581611626.post-7740477359392554924</id><published>2009-08-12T15:52:00.005+10:00</published><updated>2009-08-12T19:07:28.345+10:00</updated><title type='text'>#8</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Today was the most embarrassing day of my life :$:$:$ &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;First period, i had language. At the end Nessa, Rhiana and I were all singing then these year 10's that hate me to the dayssss, they came in cause they had a class in that room next. So they came in and theyre all like "What the fuck, was she like...singing?" i was like omg omg omg omg :$ &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;LOL @ JENS DREAMS HAAHAHAHAHA. Fucken madass dreams about sleezy 3D's LOL! inside joke :) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Rhiana has theeeee sexiest voice everrrrrrrrr "Its too louddd" hahahaha. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And there was the biggest stench at school todayyyyyyyyyy. It was so gross +o( i swear to god, i nearly vomited man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And for Kevfunugget, I had P.E today! We talked about Responsible sexual behaviour 8) Isnt that exciting? LOL!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am currently drinking Mesona :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6401825390581611626-7740477359392554924?l=sarahistall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarahistall.blogspot.com/feeds/7740477359392554924/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sarahistall.blogspot.com/2009/08/8.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6401825390581611626/posts/default/7740477359392554924'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6401825390581611626/posts/default/7740477359392554924'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarahistall.blogspot.com/2009/08/8.html' title='#8'/><author><name>Sarahhhh</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__Ll3q4za4_U/SnbKrPrjqPI/AAAAAAAAAAM/VrvBupWdr0I/S220/DSC00182.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6401825390581611626.post-5388319423580511478</id><published>2009-08-11T15:52:00.011+10:00</published><updated>2009-08-11T18:13:52.496+10:00</updated><title type='text'>#7</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt; So last night, i was playing some bubble game, where you have to pop bubbles and shit yeahh. But then as i aimed for the blue bubble, i missed and hit the green bubble. But most of the bubbles fell off :D - I'm not trying to tell you about my boring game, the message im trying to get across is that some mistakes are better than the things we intend to happen. So love your life as it is because i know i would &lt;strong&gt;NEVER&lt;/strong&gt; want mine any other way. For example if it werent for my asian parents sending me to tutor, i wouldve never met the people that mean so much to me today. I love yous :)&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368597802051852882" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__Ll3q4za4_U/SoEXQcU-WlI/AAAAAAAAAB4/k9xjOBGqt6o/s320/Photo+0247.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 500px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 340px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://file047a.bebo.com/3/large/2009/06/15/08/4993426503a11035081613l.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368597999820134354" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 176px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 220px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__Ll3q4za4_U/SoEXb9Em19I/AAAAAAAAACA/DUxY13Svrr0/s320/P11-06-09_13.27.jpg" border="0" /&gt;  &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368599980229504802" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__Ll3q4za4_U/SoEZPOq_ryI/AAAAAAAAACI/8hHjmLaaxSo/s320/07042008(015).jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368600455975966226" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 176px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 220px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__Ll3q4za4_U/SoEZq69ylhI/AAAAAAAAACQ/JlHmDthmyKM/s320/P07-05-09_13.38.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368600710158957074" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 176px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 220px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__Ll3q4za4_U/SoEZ5t3vOhI/AAAAAAAAACY/jkTu4Y1cfCM/s320/P18-06-09_12.41.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368616082241328370" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 241px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__Ll3q4za4_U/SoEn4fVxlPI/AAAAAAAAACg/pmcL-6U-WWs/s320/7115023713a10338896663l.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Spent all of my school time on face book today, talking to tai. Then at the end of the day, he decides to tell me he doesnt love me, how cut is that. Wasted my phone batteries on that cunt. Love you :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I was going through my daily routine, Get up, brush teeth, get dressed, turn radio on, straighten hair. But something unusual happened today, As i was listening to the radio, I found out you should never feed a baby ice-cream :S I'm so smart 8)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;In english we got told to go to the library to borrow some &lt;em&gt;"Faking Sweet" &lt;/em&gt;Book. So im at the bottom of the library steps, phone - check, wallet - check, ipod - check, book - ..... So i had to go ALL the way back to the classroom and get my book, while i could been writing my essay thats due tomorrow! I've written one page, it's supposed to be 3-5 and i dont even know waht the book is about! Im so stressed :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I regret sitting there on facebook and disobeying Rhiana when she told me to do my work LOL i love you =D &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I built a rollercoaster in science with Meagan today :D Aren't i awesome? Yes, that's what i thought. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I read my book during lunch today 8) i'm like uber cool. Eshayssss. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Homework:&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Geography - for once&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Design Technology&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Maths&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;English &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Assignments:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Language&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Music&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Tests to study for:&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Science&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I know you're just craving to take some off my hands and do it for me ;)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;FRIGGON MOSQUITOES :@ Bit my face. Now it's itchy :(&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6401825390581611626-5388319423580511478?l=sarahistall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarahistall.blogspot.com/feeds/5388319423580511478/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sarahistall.blogspot.com/2009/08/6_11.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6401825390581611626/posts/default/5388319423580511478'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6401825390581611626/posts/default/5388319423580511478'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarahistall.blogspot.com/2009/08/6_11.html' title='#7'/><author><name>Sarahhhh</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__Ll3q4za4_U/SnbKrPrjqPI/AAAAAAAAAAM/VrvBupWdr0I/S220/DSC00182.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__Ll3q4za4_U/SoEXQcU-WlI/AAAAAAAAAB4/k9xjOBGqt6o/s72-c/Photo+0247.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6401825390581611626.post-8233541395799902375</id><published>2009-08-10T16:09:00.015+10:00</published><updated>2009-08-10T20:43:52.294+10:00</updated><title type='text'>#6</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Bitch, bitch, bitch, bitch, bitch!&lt;br /&gt;Eughh it's my textbook okay?! dont just take it and think you're right about everything. You dont even understand the question so EXCUSEEEEEEEEEEEE ME! You didnt even bring your text book last week, instead you made me bring it, TWICE when it was supposed to be your turn. Thank you very much. What is this? GOSH!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Art was fun today ;)&lt;br /&gt;Making sculptures out of clay and thinking wrongly, and for that, I blame Rhiana :)&lt;br /&gt;Friggon PE teacher :@ Full make me run twice as much as everyone else (with rhiana, leah and gemma) like helloooo other people didnt run around the goal post either. Hmmph, so slack. At East Hills Girls Technology High School, we do not tolerate favouritism. So I Sarah Hau, hereby sentence you to 5 weeks in the Juvienial Hall of Gayass teachers due to being a gayass teacher :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;　&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;You dont think its hard for me too? The world doesnt just revolve around you. youre not the only person that people look at and expect everything from. you cant assume that just because people have more experience that they get over things faster. Think before you say things because it might not get the message across to the person the way you intended it to, like the way i told you. You have to look at it from my perspective and not just your own. Have you ever thought about me, or my happiness? Obviously not and if sorry isnt good enough, then i dont know what is, because you are VERY hard to impress. Well take other people and their feelings into consideration before you decide to overflow your head with you and your problems. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;　&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;(8) 'Cause you're selfish.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;　&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And Sarah think's Kai is a fat kid that eats too much KFC but thanks him very much for cheering her up :) love you :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6401825390581611626-8233541395799902375?l=sarahistall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarahistall.blogspot.com/feeds/8233541395799902375/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sarahistall.blogspot.com/2009/08/6_10.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6401825390581611626/posts/default/8233541395799902375'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6401825390581611626/posts/default/8233541395799902375'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarahistall.blogspot.com/2009/08/6_10.html' title='#6'/><author><name>Sarahhhh</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__Ll3q4za4_U/SnbKrPrjqPI/AAAAAAAAAAM/VrvBupWdr0I/S220/DSC00182.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6401825390581611626.post-2467767262676206752</id><published>2009-08-09T17:27:00.005+10:00</published><updated>2009-08-09T20:41:00.770+10:00</updated><title type='text'>#5</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;So i was lying in bed this morning at like 7:30 and couldnt sleep, got up and turned on the TV. The most boring shit in the world was on; City to Surf. If i wanted to sit and watch people run and sweat like pigs, i would be at the gym. So i turned it off and went on MSN friggon Tai starts complaining about how early i get up :L fucking midget - love you :)&lt;br /&gt;Then i talked to thy about trusting people, immature teens and how bad his english is :) It made me realise that some people need to learn to act their age and stop trying to be something theyre not. They might seem ruthless, like they dont give a shit etc. but the truth is, they do. They just dont show it.&lt;br /&gt;Spent most of the morning packing all my shit into boxes, so tiring man. Mum gave me all these pretty perfumes :D Then dad decides to tell me we're going to bankstown for lunch while im still in my pyjamas like WDF D: So i was getting ready and all you hear is "We're not going to wait for you all day" well maybe if you told me we were going earlier i wouldve already been ready, ever thought about that?! :@ Then Mum blames me talking on the phone too long, not to mention she spends more time on the phone than i do?&lt;br /&gt;Ate blah blah blah then dropped brotehr off at cousins place and went shopping for furniture :D Oh My Buddah HOTTEST GUY THAT WORKS AT BING LEE -drools. HIS SO EFFING CUTE MAN! I could stare at him all day. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the way home, i was driving from bankstown and there was a dead cat on the road EWW MAN! ITS GUTS WERE EVERYWHERE THERE WAS BLOOD AND EVERYTHING! -vomits.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not a very interesting day but mehh.&lt;br /&gt;And bee tee double you, Thy, Blogs are not a waste of the time, and yes i am bothered :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6401825390581611626-2467767262676206752?l=sarahistall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarahistall.blogspot.com/feeds/2467767262676206752/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sarahistall.blogspot.com/2009/08/6.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6401825390581611626/posts/default/2467767262676206752'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6401825390581611626/posts/default/2467767262676206752'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarahistall.blogspot.com/2009/08/6.html' title='#5'/><author><name>Sarahhhh</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__Ll3q4za4_U/SnbKrPrjqPI/AAAAAAAAAAM/VrvBupWdr0I/S220/DSC00182.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6401825390581611626.post-7288036145710520957</id><published>2009-08-08T16:54:00.009+10:00</published><updated>2009-08-09T20:41:15.319+10:00</updated><title type='text'>#4</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;THE PEDO WASNT AT TUTOR TODAY :D:D:D&lt;br /&gt;but his brotehr was :@ fucking hate them both so much, reckon they know every piece of shit in the world. Their skin is so fucking dry, like HELLO EVER HEARD OF MOISTURISER?! And shampoo for that matter +o(&lt;br /&gt;And today, someone friggon farts in the middle of class. like wdf man no one wants or needs to smell you let off what you ate the night before? You're so disgusting. So anyways after some lets out the most disgusting fart ever, Shay decides to yell out "EVERYONE, SMELL SARAH! SHE SMELLS GOOD!" So i have Cynthia, Jennifer, Shay &amp;amp; Christine smelling me for like 5 minutes. So now apparently I made Shay's phone smell good because I was mucking around with it LOL! Gosh Shay, I'm just cool :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had a pretty good lesson today. Spent most of the time talking about anime, asian dramas and big bang. Tae Yang is sexyyyyyyyyyy. 8)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5367486137175567842" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__Ll3q4za4_U/Sn0kNB8u7eI/AAAAAAAAABw/wKWiG6HmdS0/s320/DSC00222%5B1%5D.JPG" border="0" /&gt;I was like #1 nerd in tutor today. omg man full understand what he's talking about (H) for once...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My fucking brother is THE most annoying and embarrassing faggot in the univesre. Who the hell puts lemonade in their mouth and doesnt swallow it? FREAKKKKKK! Come home i sleep until like 4 and he expects me to do housework!? Fuck offffff. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Fucking dad, rage for no reason whatsoever. Are you going through menstruation or something? Stop fucking taking your anger out on us and then blaming it on the fact that you didnt have enough sleep or you had a bad day. For your information, we all have bad days, you dont see me chucking a rage at you just cause i feel like it? I dont get enough sleep either? So grow a penis and move the fuck on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate the way you lways think you're right about everything, or the way you always put me down just because i dont understand something you do. Yeahh you may be smarter than me, and what? You dont go pointing shit like that out to people? Saying their wrong when theyre obviously not. If you even took a second to see what was in front of you. And i dont mean to boast or anything but I helped you so much and this is what i get in return? You think everyones wrong but you, wake up to yourself. You're not little miss perfect either.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6401825390581611626-7288036145710520957?l=sarahistall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarahistall.blogspot.com/feeds/7288036145710520957/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sarahistall.blogspot.com/2009/08/4.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6401825390581611626/posts/default/7288036145710520957'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6401825390581611626/posts/default/7288036145710520957'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarahistall.blogspot.com/2009/08/4.html' title='#4'/><author><name>Sarahhhh</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__Ll3q4za4_U/SnbKrPrjqPI/AAAAAAAAAAM/VrvBupWdr0I/S220/DSC00182.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__Ll3q4za4_U/Sn0kNB8u7eI/AAAAAAAAABw/wKWiG6HmdS0/s72-c/DSC00222%5B1%5D.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6401825390581611626.post-6807304381170811253</id><published>2009-08-07T16:05:00.013+10:00</published><updated>2009-08-09T21:22:59.996+10:00</updated><title type='text'>#3</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;I bought &lt;strong&gt;THE&lt;/strong&gt; best gum everrrrrrrrr today! 5 Gum ; Tropical fruit flavour :9 Taste so good, but bloody false advertisers. it doesnt last for 5 hours! It only lasts for like 3? Geography :@ Stupid teacher. lazy mother fucker make us dictate everythingggggggg. Most shit I've written &lt;strong&gt;ALL&lt;/strong&gt; year in geography&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5367105072694922274" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__Ll3q4za4_U/SnvJoKItjCI/AAAAAAAAABI/e1c9FaLqKdo/s320/DSC00218%5B1%5D.JPG" border="0" /&gt; My writing is soooo messy ^&lt;br /&gt;Fucking bitchhhhhh full copy my writing and shit? "Ohh My old writing was sooo messy, it's neater now" Doesnt look any neater to me? Youre so annoying at the end of every class, you just stand there and listen to our conversations. Go back to your own class, GOSH! We're wayyy to awesome for you :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOLOLOL @ PDHPE. Hahaha "Lube, What does lube mean?" Margaritha LOL! "Masteeeeeebation" ROFLMAO&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;"Twenty push ups everybody!"&lt;br /&gt;"Why?"&lt;br /&gt;"Because I feel like it?" &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;What the fuckk? Just cause you feel like you need a rage doesnt mean you have to take it out on us? Just cause youre our coach doesnt mean you can push us around like that. FFS.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;"You come here, you dont just bring your body, you bring your body AND your mind. Theres no point coming and talking. you talk for 5 seconds, thats 5 seconds of training gone, your loss, you wasted it" And I care because...? I dont even want to be there and youre pushing me like a bitch.&lt;br /&gt;I can talk if i want to so slack, im not gonna stop talking for like 3 hours. Fuck offffffff.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Little bitch reckon you can tell everyone what to do? As if what you have to say can change the mind of like 15 other people? You suck up to everything and everyone. Making people look like shit in front of their own family, your mum told my mum that you can even fit skinny leg jeans above your calves :D Even your coach is pretty sick and tired of you act. Acting like you really give a shit about training? What happened to the girl taht used to bitch about it to me? Ohh boo-hoo you cant train with the demon. &lt;strong&gt;AND WHAT?!&lt;/strong&gt; Everyone knows you have the biggest crush on him. So your mum decides to cover it up by saying that your cousin does? Nigger puh-leasee. You reckon youre all that, your own cousin hates you, and that says alot. Even your brother and sister arent as stuck up as you. You always complain about how your mum babbles on about bullshit, well speak for yourself, youre the splitting image of her. You suck up to your uncle like youre his pet, no one thinks big of you just coz he's a pedo towards you? I friggon hate you. :)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;SO COLDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDD.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__Ll3q4za4_U/SnvGnPJUdFI/AAAAAAAAAA4/vRPFyS1E3lM/s1600-h/DSC00218%5B1%5D.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6401825390581611626-6807304381170811253?l=sarahistall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarahistall.blogspot.com/feeds/6807304381170811253/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sarahistall.blogspot.com/2009/08/3.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6401825390581611626/posts/default/6807304381170811253'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6401825390581611626/posts/default/6807304381170811253'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarahistall.blogspot.com/2009/08/3.html' title='#3'/><author><name>Sarahhhh</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__Ll3q4za4_U/SnbKrPrjqPI/AAAAAAAAAAM/VrvBupWdr0I/S220/DSC00182.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__Ll3q4za4_U/SnvJoKItjCI/AAAAAAAAABI/e1c9FaLqKdo/s72-c/DSC00218%5B1%5D.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6401825390581611626.post-1213270605979334205</id><published>2009-08-06T16:49:00.008+10:00</published><updated>2009-08-09T20:41:45.952+10:00</updated><title type='text'>#2</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Fucking hate it when people become two faced and they show who they really are, and what they're really like. When they go behind your back and say shit about you and make up some fucked up reason like "thats what _____ told me". Puh-leaseeeeee, whats the point of snitching on people? How two faced can you get? Acting all nice and then turning against me and talking shit about me to someone i don't even know? Fucking faggot hate you like a bitch. Watch me smack you, even if it kills me. Suck my doodlee and choke on it slut.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stressed like a bitch and a half. So much homework; Tutor, english, maths, science, language and music :(&lt;br /&gt;Anyone wanna take them off my hands and do them for me? Please and thank youuuuu?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;School is a pain in the ass like always.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Today's subjects:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;English:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Boring-est shit out. Have to make up some shit about The Taming of The Shrew &amp;amp; 10 Thing I Hate About You.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sport:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did like a months worth of excercise and got back to school late and didnt get to eat my recess :( &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5367112368788311026" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__Ll3q4za4_U/SnvQQ2M7i_I/AAAAAAAAABo/MQxXyFX0AwQ/s320/DSC00211%5B1%5D.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Assembly:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sat for like 1.5 hours listening to teachers and student babble on about nothing with my history teacher sitting by my side watching me like a hawk. :@ Wanna rip the heels off her shoes. Eugh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Language:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Spent most of the time talking to Vanessa about cute Jap guys like Shinji for instance. LOL!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;PE: &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Boring as per usual. I scored a run though 8)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shout out to Lilkevin who was complaining about my blank and boring page. Faggot, I'm cool, you're short.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; to Rhiana who was like "Write something nice about me! Write something nice about me!" See how nice i am? You're taller than me, OKAY?! NICE ENOUGH FOR YOU?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I HATE COLD WEATHERRRRRRRRRRR!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6401825390581611626-1213270605979334205?l=sarahistall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarahistall.blogspot.com/feeds/1213270605979334205/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sarahistall.blogspot.com/2009/08/2.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6401825390581611626/posts/default/1213270605979334205'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6401825390581611626/posts/default/1213270605979334205'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarahistall.blogspot.com/2009/08/2.html' title='#2'/><author><name>Sarahhhh</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__Ll3q4za4_U/SnbKrPrjqPI/AAAAAAAAAAM/VrvBupWdr0I/S220/DSC00182.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__Ll3q4za4_U/SnvQQ2M7i_I/AAAAAAAAABo/MQxXyFX0AwQ/s72-c/DSC00211%5B1%5D.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6401825390581611626.post-8454568956345674535</id><published>2009-08-05T19:37:00.012+10:00</published><updated>2009-08-09T20:42:02.992+10:00</updated><title type='text'>#1</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;School&lt;strong&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;can suck my doodleeeee. It's so annoying, go do this, go do that. I don't mind going to see friends, hanging around in between classes but no one wants to learn nowadays, it's a waste of time, effort and money. Yes it will help us in the future but if it really helps us that much, why don't our own parents teach us? After all, they were so '&lt;em&gt;well educated'&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;I dislike a lot of boys that put us girls down, that laugh at and embarrass us, that pull that red thing out of our chests and rip it into a million pieces. Don't you see how much pain you put us through? We give up so much, friends and family just for you, and what do we get in return? &lt;strong&gt;Nothing&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Seeing what friends are, and then seeing what they become drags me down, it kills me to see who and what causes this when you know they can be so much stronger and can do so much to stop it. It kills me to know I can't do anything about it. Seeing them go through so much pain, so much anger, so much stress makes me realise what I have, and appreciate it. We may think we have the worst lives in the world, but I can guarantee you, there are people out there that have it a million and one times as bad. Be happy with who and what you have because no one else has the same life as you. We're all individuals and live how we want to, not how someone else tells us to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some random bullshit I made up as I went along, trying to do homework at the same time...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6401825390581611626-8454568956345674535?l=sarahistall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarahistall.blogspot.com/feeds/8454568956345674535/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sarahistall.blogspot.com/2009/08/1.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6401825390581611626/posts/default/8454568956345674535'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6401825390581611626/posts/default/8454568956345674535'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarahistall.blogspot.com/2009/08/1.html' title='#1'/><author><name>Sarahhhh</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__Ll3q4za4_U/SnbKrPrjqPI/AAAAAAAAAAM/VrvBupWdr0I/S220/DSC00182.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
