<?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-4229939801080017570</id><updated>2012-02-16T06:11:35.924-08:00</updated><category term='Do You Catch A Breath When I Look At You?'/><category term='TCCOBB'/><category term='pepper blowing war'/><category term='Super Gelato Challenge'/><category term='lalaLOVE'/><category term='Deep Heat Gel'/><category term='Tug-Of-War'/><category term='Merry Christmas 2008'/><category term='Teddy Go Pee Pee'/><category term='take me somewhere we can be alone'/><category term='PUCK YOU'/><category term='missing 8I :('/><category term='spit roastttttt'/><category term='Spiky weeds'/><category term='guitarrrrrrrrr'/><category term='love love DT'/><category term='Spin the bottle'/><category term='dt'/><category term='It hurts :('/><category term='supercalifragilisticexpialidocious'/><category term='Did you know?'/><category term='It&apos;s a small world after all'/><category term='kenneth&apos;s UNIQUE GF'/><category term='ICECREAM'/><category term='LOLS. porno'/><category term='Golf is AWEsome'/><category term='Troy'/><category term='Fist fight'/><category term='Vintage Esprite Dress'/><category term='Chuc Mung Nam Moi'/><category term='From anonymous'/><category term='Won&apos;t You Hold My Hand?'/><category term='muster every ounce of confidence i have'/><category term='Beef Balls'/><category term='Watch me GROW'/><category term='Class 8I of 2008'/><category term='KFCCCCCCCCCC'/><category term='8I is LOVEE'/><category term='Birthday Happy Ashley'/><category term='I Miss You'/><category term='Korean Dramas is LOVEE'/><category term='I want to go training =('/><category term='alarm systems should DIE'/><category term='A picture tells a thousand words'/><category term='to be continued'/><category term='nipple cripple'/><category term='It must be love'/><category term='love'/><category term='Cause; School is Cool'/><title type='text'>Make A Wish</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themusicplaysfortwo.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4229939801080017570/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themusicplaysfortwo.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>LisaN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05944103319336253098</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-xY9YXQS7xoY/Tmrb4tlaiTI/AAAAAAAABhs/MJiLqabdD2M/s220/gifted-bag-black-suede-wedges-diy-thrifted-skirt-thrifted-top-dads-belt-_400.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>66</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4229939801080017570.post-2912597629764969191</id><published>2011-09-10T02:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-10T02:52:51.702-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-QMaTu1wiqZk/TmszbuBvwpI/AAAAAAAABjM/cEKIfJFg5UY/s1600/270630_10150211232004790_67.gif" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; 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How sad. Anyways, 11th September. Remember it :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;-New Camera&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;I just broke my camera! )&lt;br /&gt;-New Phone&lt;br /&gt;-New Shoes (heels, hi tops)&lt;br /&gt;-Air force laces&lt;br /&gt;-BONDS! The new ones on tv or the 3d ones. LOVEEE&lt;br /&gt;-Dresses (faded floral print, white and every other colour ;D)&lt;br /&gt;-Boxers! (Yeah you heard me right, like guys satin boxers. They look so comfy!)&lt;br /&gt;-Cool head phones for Ipod&lt;br /&gt;-Hair curler&lt;br /&gt;-Ghost Whisperer/ Supernatural/ CSI/ Cold Case Seasons.&lt;br /&gt;-High waisted skirt&lt;br /&gt;-Tops?&lt;br /&gt;-Locket necklace&lt;br /&gt;-White board/cork board&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;s&gt;Collage&lt;/s&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:180%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;THANKYOU ANH!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Hair products&lt;br /&gt;-Lingerie ;D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;EDIT:&lt;/span&gt; -big bags (Idk, so I can carry a lot, you know what I mean?)&lt;br /&gt;-Swimmers&lt;br /&gt;-Wallet clutch thing from Sportsgirl!&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;Make up &gt;&lt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;High waisted shorts&lt;br /&gt;-Guitar! (or the strings and tuner AND someone to change the strings for me)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;EDIT: NO PLUSH TOYS OR I WILL HAVE TO LIKE, BASH YOU!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4229939801080017570-4207625755381655966?l=themusicplaysfortwo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themusicplaysfortwo.blogspot.com/feeds/4207625755381655966/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4229939801080017570&amp;postID=4207625755381655966' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4229939801080017570/posts/default/4207625755381655966'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4229939801080017570/posts/default/4207625755381655966'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themusicplaysfortwo.blogspot.com/2009/08/birthday-wish-list-2009.html' title='Birthday Wish List 2009'/><author><name>LisaN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05944103319336253098</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-xY9YXQS7xoY/Tmrb4tlaiTI/AAAAAAAABhs/MJiLqabdD2M/s220/gifted-bag-black-suede-wedges-diy-thrifted-skirt-thrifted-top-dads-belt-_400.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4229939801080017570.post-4109815704465380527</id><published>2009-06-12T00:52:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-15T04:35:18.193-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Hey You</title><content type='html'>Alright, did this before but I guess it's time to do it again. Here it goes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ONE:&lt;/strong&gt; Seriously, just grow up. You act all innocent and gentle and shy and shit, but really you're just a major attention whore. On one side you're all giggle giggle happy nice when people are around and then afterwards you criticise them when they aren't there. Would it really kill you to admit that some people really are pretty or something? Do you REALLY have to keep criticising how people look just cause you don't want then to out shine you? Geebus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;TWO:&lt;/strong&gt; If I was you, I'd give me a second chance. I know after all, really it's my fault, again. But still. And tbh, I don't miss what we "could" have been. I miss what we "were". And btw, stop fucking changing (gosh there goes my nice message) but the point is I'm not the only one who thinks this. It could be me but I think you're slowly returning again, but it might be just my own wishful thinking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;THREE:&lt;/strong&gt; We aren't THAT close, but it's hard not to like you (: You and your weird jokes and random lines :L Unforgettable. I don't think there is anyone who hates you...well maybe the chicks who you don't pay attention to (btw, YOU CHICK MAGNET) but anyways. YOU AWESOME DUDEE (Y)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;FOUR:&lt;/strong&gt; AHHAS, I love working with you! I'm so happy you're back to work with me. I'm sorry I didn't make it to none of your games ): Still, you're AWESOME!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;FIVE&lt;/strong&gt;: You are so dirty! But so fucken hilarious :L I love the way you can ALWAYS make me laugh and you're always prepared to do whatever it takes to...please me? LOLS! I trust you so much, more than you would ever know. And more importantly, you trust me as well. You're always there to look after me, even when I' sleeping! I'm sorry for making you wait for...so long.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;SIX: &lt;/strong&gt;Idk, you are a pretty good listener and all, but sometimes you just don't get it. It's not your fault cause really you try so hard to understand the situation but it's just most the time you don't have a clue at all. Still, thanks for sticking by me and all even when you had no idea why I was doing the things I do. Thanks homie (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;SEVEN&lt;/strong&gt;: Seriously, you're losing it, snap back to reality and come back down to earth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;EIGHT: &lt;/strong&gt;Here's your second chance of creating another impression on me. I hope you really are trying to change and I hope it lasts. Don't screw it up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;NINE: &lt;/strong&gt;You are such a damn funny loser! Trying to out blog me etc etc xD But seriously, you make me laugh so much, from random lines to just being fucken hilarious for the most random reasons. Kiss her ;D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4229939801080017570-4109815704465380527?l=themusicplaysfortwo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themusicplaysfortwo.blogspot.com/feeds/4109815704465380527/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4229939801080017570&amp;postID=4109815704465380527' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4229939801080017570/posts/default/4109815704465380527'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4229939801080017570/posts/default/4109815704465380527'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themusicplaysfortwo.blogspot.com/2009/06/hey-you.html' title='Hey You'/><author><name>LisaN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05944103319336253098</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-xY9YXQS7xoY/Tmrb4tlaiTI/AAAAAAAABhs/MJiLqabdD2M/s220/gifted-bag-black-suede-wedges-diy-thrifted-skirt-thrifted-top-dads-belt-_400.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4229939801080017570.post-4058972535160330954</id><published>2009-05-30T20:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-30T21:11:03.737-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dt'/><title type='text'>Charlies Angels kicks ass</title><content type='html'>Alright, so for those of you who don't know, yesterday DT had a performance in CANBERRA, and they requested us to do Charlies Angels theme. We've only trained for a week but hey, the performance was HOT. The story line was that Bossley, the angel's beloved butler was kidnapped by the Vendetta boys and the mission was to save her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Angels: Lily, Anna and Myself (Lily was blue, Anna was purple and I was red)&lt;br /&gt;Bossley: Blackie&lt;br /&gt;Vendetta boys: Josh, Ian, Jimmy and Lil David&lt;br /&gt;Big Boss: Turbo&lt;br /&gt;Big Boss's butler: Kelvin :L&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We left DT at around 4-ish and they made me wear heels T_T Which I would like to make a SPECIAL thankyou to Jessica and her friend Lisa for lending me the heels! THANKYOUU! I had to wear a red singlet, full length tights and the heels. Going up there was pretty fun. Had an icecream run and it was HILARIOUS cause Lil David ended up eating Anh Trung's one and had to buy him a new one. AT was in the shits cause someone ALWAYS eats his desired food :L Then we set on to Canberra! Was sleeping after that so I don't remember what happened much. I was resting my legs on Joshie on the seat next to me and I was leaning on Charles and APPARENTLY I anaged to injure both people in the...below the belt area. SORRY. When we got there I had to get into the heels and we made our way to the function area.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was quite a lot of people and Thanh Bui was there as well LOLOL. Um the girls got in to get ready in the change room put on the TINIEST bit of make up (thank goodness) and walked out. There were this whole CROWD of TBS that pissed me off though. Peter told me that they called me a sissy chick and a hot slut -stares- mofos. Oh oh oh the performance was CRAZY! LOVE IT AS HELL! But like the music person screwed us over, but after that it was all fine! HARHAR! And SORRY JOSHIEE! I hit him in the balls on most the moves I was meant to "pretend" to hit him in the balls. Woopsies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we were done we were like, nah we'll head back and eat later since it was 8:30 so by the time we ate there and traveled back it would be HEAPS late. So we all got on the bus to realise that 3 people were all missing their phones :L Lily found hers and so did Lil David but Josh couldn't find his. And what was even worse was that it was on silent and in the CASE. Guess who had it last, IAN! AHHAS! Spent AGES looking for it and finally found it ON THE ROAD BEHIND THE MINI BUS! He DROPPED IT! LOLOL! Then we headed off. We were watching the performance on the laptop as well, since Nakatsu connected it into his laptop. So fun! After around an hour or so we saw MCDONALDS! So we all went in to order and go peeeee! OMGEEE! I was walking into the toilets and Charles was going as well and Charles saw the disability sign and for some reason found it amusing right and he was laughing and I was like whatever and walked into the chicks toilets and he followed me and took a step in before I was like "wtf are you doing" To make it worse, there was a kid there that saw EVERYTHING! :L&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bought the food, I had a snack wrap (wasn't nice) and an apple pie as well as other people's chips and Josh's drink! Yummo. We ate on the car and had to look for a petrol station to fill up. I fell asleep afterwards and...my embarassing sleeping habits were exposed. Josh recorded me as well. I think I'm going to die of embarassment -criescries- Slept all the way to DT then they woke me and aparently I was really lost. Then Blackie drove me homeee. That's it! gonna go noww. Not blogging on SHOUT! this week. Sorry lovelies :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and I shall post link up for pictures and videos of the performance when I get it all up. Cheers/&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4229939801080017570-4058972535160330954?l=themusicplaysfortwo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themusicplaysfortwo.blogspot.com/feeds/4058972535160330954/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4229939801080017570&amp;postID=4058972535160330954' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4229939801080017570/posts/default/4058972535160330954'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4229939801080017570/posts/default/4058972535160330954'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themusicplaysfortwo.blogspot.com/2009/05/charlies-angels-kicks-ass.html' title='Charlies Angels kicks ass'/><author><name>LisaN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05944103319336253098</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-xY9YXQS7xoY/Tmrb4tlaiTI/AAAAAAAABhs/MJiLqabdD2M/s220/gifted-bag-black-suede-wedges-diy-thrifted-skirt-thrifted-top-dads-belt-_400.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4229939801080017570.post-851557502151236250</id><published>2009-05-22T04:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-22T04:09:53.553-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love love DT'/><title type='text'>HAPKIDO TOURNAMENT LINK</title><content type='html'>Alright, here's the link for the video on youtube. The one on facebook wasn't that good. Yes, I'm the chick with the yellow belt ;D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=2zssfUNCR9Y"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=2zssfUNCR9Y&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enjoy lovelies :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4229939801080017570-851557502151236250?l=themusicplaysfortwo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themusicplaysfortwo.blogspot.com/feeds/851557502151236250/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4229939801080017570&amp;postID=851557502151236250' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4229939801080017570/posts/default/851557502151236250'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4229939801080017570/posts/default/851557502151236250'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themusicplaysfortwo.blogspot.com/2009/05/hapkido-tournament-link.html' title='HAPKIDO TOURNAMENT LINK'/><author><name>LisaN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05944103319336253098</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-xY9YXQS7xoY/Tmrb4tlaiTI/AAAAAAAABhs/MJiLqabdD2M/s220/gifted-bag-black-suede-wedges-diy-thrifted-skirt-thrifted-top-dads-belt-_400.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4229939801080017570.post-7283644070501431450</id><published>2009-05-16T04:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-17T03:18:17.610-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love love DT'/><title type='text'>TOURNAMENT TIMEE!</title><content type='html'>It's time to shine DT! Yup, martial arts tournament will be tomorrow. Have to be at DT before 8:30 -cries- There goes my sleep time. Anyways, there are 12 of us altogether: Josh, Jimmy, Kelvin, David, Charles, Lil David, Lily, Anna, Thien, Anh Duy, Ian and myself! For my part, I'll be paired up with Thien. We're awesome (Y). ANYWAYS, need to go off and get my uniform ready for tomorrow, need to sew in the Hapkido symbol and put the stripe on my belt. Shall update on how it goes tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wish me luck my lovelies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lisaLEEK&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;__&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;EDIT: &lt;/strong&gt;WE WON! Well we were the only group that entered into that catergory, but hey, we pretty much got a standing ovation, and it was the most awesome peformance ever! Shall give video link when I get it from Brad!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4229939801080017570-7283644070501431450?l=themusicplaysfortwo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themusicplaysfortwo.blogspot.com/feeds/7283644070501431450/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4229939801080017570&amp;postID=7283644070501431450' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4229939801080017570/posts/default/7283644070501431450'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4229939801080017570/posts/default/7283644070501431450'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themusicplaysfortwo.blogspot.com/2009/05/tournament-timee.html' title='TOURNAMENT TIMEE!'/><author><name>LisaN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05944103319336253098</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-xY9YXQS7xoY/Tmrb4tlaiTI/AAAAAAAABhs/MJiLqabdD2M/s220/gifted-bag-black-suede-wedges-diy-thrifted-skirt-thrifted-top-dads-belt-_400.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4229939801080017570.post-8680823866179267225</id><published>2009-05-15T01:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-17T03:20:57.427-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Cause; School is Cool'/><title type='text'>Date with Destiny</title><content type='html'>So what do you do when you have a period to pick mulberries in your deputy principal's house? You and your two awesome friends (Avi and Kyleen) start taking pictures that's what! Here's a few!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335960618880758770" style="WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OHIJUcNOaww/Sg0j6Wfcc_I/AAAAAAAAAbw/PY-C3_1Ao2c/s200/Picture+102.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OHIJUcNOaww/Sg0j6EzIPJI/AAAAAAAAAbo/SWtn_j0NPuY/s1600-h/Picture+096.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335960614131481746" style="WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OHIJUcNOaww/Sg0j6EzIPJI/AAAAAAAAAbo/SWtn_j0NPuY/s200/Picture+096.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OHIJUcNOaww/Sg0j5zb86pI/AAAAAAAAAbg/oHHk17ahUL8/s1600-h/Picture+093.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335960609470868114" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OHIJUcNOaww/Sg0j5zb86pI/AAAAAAAAAbg/oHHk17ahUL8/s200/Picture+093.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OHIJUcNOaww/Sg0j5qJQ88I/AAAAAAAAAbY/bO0QW9OKugk/s1600-h/Picture+091.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335960606976570306" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OHIJUcNOaww/Sg0j5qJQ88I/AAAAAAAAAbY/bO0QW9OKugk/s200/Picture+091.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OHIJUcNOaww/Sg0j5Z7P3GI/AAAAAAAAAbQ/WDJdCD4Fir8/s1600-h/Picture+090.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335960602622811234" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OHIJUcNOaww/Sg0j5Z7P3GI/AAAAAAAAAbQ/WDJdCD4Fir8/s200/Picture+090.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OHIJUcNOaww/Sg0jLRvFxvI/AAAAAAAAAbI/O_5_E3SUCUw/s1600-h/Picture+088.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335959810150352626" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OHIJUcNOaww/Sg0jLRvFxvI/AAAAAAAAAbI/O_5_E3SUCUw/s320/Picture+088.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OHIJUcNOaww/Sg0jLTANXfI/AAAAAAAAAbA/3b9ih-kc_p8/s1600-h/Picture+084.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335959810490588658" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OHIJUcNOaww/Sg0jLTANXfI/AAAAAAAAAbA/3b9ih-kc_p8/s320/Picture+084.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OHIJUcNOaww/Sg0jLKtOFAI/AAAAAAAAAa4/u-EbBhe6KtU/s1600-h/Picture+079.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335959808263459842" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OHIJUcNOaww/Sg0jLKtOFAI/AAAAAAAAAa4/u-EbBhe6KtU/s320/Picture+079.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OHIJUcNOaww/Sg0jK_8cBeI/AAAAAAAAAaw/daN0lLSMa9I/s1600-h/Picture+077.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335959805374498274" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OHIJUcNOaww/Sg0jK_8cBeI/AAAAAAAAAaw/daN0lLSMa9I/s320/Picture+077.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OHIJUcNOaww/Sg0jKsG0A_I/AAAAAAAAAao/CtQZBiP0hY4/s1600-h/Picture+075.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335959800049304562" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OHIJUcNOaww/Sg0jKsG0A_I/AAAAAAAAAao/CtQZBiP0hY4/s320/Picture+075.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4229939801080017570-8680823866179267225?l=themusicplaysfortwo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themusicplaysfortwo.blogspot.com/feeds/8680823866179267225/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4229939801080017570&amp;postID=8680823866179267225' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4229939801080017570/posts/default/8680823866179267225'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4229939801080017570/posts/default/8680823866179267225'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themusicplaysfortwo.blogspot.com/2009/05/date-with-destiny.html' title='Date with Destiny'/><author><name>LisaN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05944103319336253098</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-xY9YXQS7xoY/Tmrb4tlaiTI/AAAAAAAABhs/MJiLqabdD2M/s220/gifted-bag-black-suede-wedges-diy-thrifted-skirt-thrifted-top-dads-belt-_400.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OHIJUcNOaww/Sg0j6Wfcc_I/AAAAAAAAAbw/PY-C3_1Ao2c/s72-c/Picture+102.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4229939801080017570.post-1700896690948240475</id><published>2009-05-13T02:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-13T02:17:16.857-07:00</updated><title type='text'>BIG NEWS!</title><content type='html'>Actually it isn't THAT big, but I thought I'd tell you guys anyways. Ok firstly since half yearlies are coming up I have banned myself from the internet starting from Monday 18th- Friday 22nd. I shall only go on on the weekends to blog (dw Troy and Mel, I'll go on to blog!). I'm not sure about banning myself on the second week yet, shall update you guys when I make a decision (Y)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SECONDLY, news to the work mates, I shall not be working next week, Tuesday and Thursday, for the same reason :D! And again, may or may not work on the second week of exams. Once again undecided.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THIRDLY, I'm just really excited about the Martial Arts Tournament on this Sunday. LOLS! I know I'm lame but I really think we can win this easy! GO TEAM DTX!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FOURTHLY, I might be starting something new on my other blog (&lt;a href="http://ohmyoath.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://ohmyoath.blogspot.com&lt;/a&gt;). I was thinking about having "special bloggers" on once in a while. Joshie was my first! WOO! And also might start putting up random quotes on in a random basis of whenever I think of some.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LASTLY, welcome back to school Andy! LOLS! Had to do NAPLAN with a year 8 scribe :L -patpat-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's it. I'm off to do art &gt;&lt; Haven't started studying yets -cries-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4229939801080017570-1700896690948240475?l=themusicplaysfortwo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themusicplaysfortwo.blogspot.com/feeds/1700896690948240475/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4229939801080017570&amp;postID=1700896690948240475' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4229939801080017570/posts/default/1700896690948240475'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4229939801080017570/posts/default/1700896690948240475'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themusicplaysfortwo.blogspot.com/2009/05/big-news.html' title='BIG NEWS!'/><author><name>LisaN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05944103319336253098</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-xY9YXQS7xoY/Tmrb4tlaiTI/AAAAAAAABhs/MJiLqabdD2M/s220/gifted-bag-black-suede-wedges-diy-thrifted-skirt-thrifted-top-dads-belt-_400.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4229939801080017570.post-7656467722698971971</id><published>2009-05-10T23:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-13T02:19:06.939-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Troy'/><title type='text'>Fun in the old west, A steamy hook up with a touch of Jimmy Zhu</title><content type='html'>HI GUYS well as you may know Lisa normally blogs on Sunday but apparently she was to 'busy' to write a blog for Troy to read. (btw guess who?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway first of all I'm gonna talk about our brilliant English teacher - Mr Jones ahhaha no. I mean Pinno. Yes she is lots of fun and is throwing us a party before exams. Besides that she also let us re-enact some great stories by Jimmy and Cohen. We saw some suspense, gunfighting and general funny antics. Who knew 9m were such great actors and comedians? Yes our class owns.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that We began to come up with idea about how BUGSY could ask CARROT out...wait should i name names? oh right its to late. Anyways some idea we had were&lt;br /&gt;- He could serenade her into her window&lt;br /&gt;- Read her poetry&lt;br /&gt;- Try some cheesy pickup lines eg. i need you number for insurance (daniel then said 'I already have her number')&lt;br /&gt;- Write I &lt;3 U in Jimmy's hair and throw him through the window.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There were plenty more but basically it was a fun lesson without work :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways Id like to finish off telling you: WHY LISA IS RAD! :D&lt;br /&gt;1. She has awesome asian hair&lt;br /&gt;2. She is a great kisser...not that ive tried... ;)&lt;br /&gt;3. Shes generally lots of fun and uses words like NYAAA!&lt;br /&gt;4. Shes Hot!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thats it, enjoy, Love Troy :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;EDIT- I edited the names out for safety purposes of BUGSY possibly getting rolled :L&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4229939801080017570-7656467722698971971?l=themusicplaysfortwo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themusicplaysfortwo.blogspot.com/feeds/7656467722698971971/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4229939801080017570&amp;postID=7656467722698971971' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4229939801080017570/posts/default/7656467722698971971'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4229939801080017570/posts/default/7656467722698971971'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themusicplaysfortwo.blogspot.com/2009/05/fun-in-old-west-steamy-hook-up-with.html' title='Fun in the old west, A steamy hook up with a touch of Jimmy Zhu'/><author><name>LisaN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05944103319336253098</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-xY9YXQS7xoY/Tmrb4tlaiTI/AAAAAAAABhs/MJiLqabdD2M/s220/gifted-bag-black-suede-wedges-diy-thrifted-skirt-thrifted-top-dads-belt-_400.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4229939801080017570.post-7049531854732962742</id><published>2009-05-04T03:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-04T03:12:58.147-07:00</updated><title type='text'>GET BETTER SOON ANDY! :O</title><content type='html'>For those of you who did not yet know, you live under a rock. But today Andy hurt himself playing footy and -sigh- attempting  to take on Nicholas (aka THE TANK) anyways. Epic fail. But he hurt his shoulder and had to go home. Well we took im to sick bay right, (me, Kyleen and Nicholas) and he could barely walk cause of the pain ): Poor baby. Then the sick bay lady told us to get his stuff for him but then she wouldn't let us stay with him :O Was all like "You kids can go you aren't needed here." Stupid cow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then when I got home today Andy texted me. And a few texts/calls later, turns out HE BROKE HIS COLLAR BONE! OMGEEEEEEE! Gahh, apparently 6 weeks recovery. The point of this blog is, &lt;strong&gt;GET WELL SOON ANDY! ): Miss you HEAPS! &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;LOVE LOVE LOVE,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lisaLEEK&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4229939801080017570-7049531854732962742?l=themusicplaysfortwo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themusicplaysfortwo.blogspot.com/feeds/7049531854732962742/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4229939801080017570&amp;postID=7049531854732962742' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4229939801080017570/posts/default/7049531854732962742'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4229939801080017570/posts/default/7049531854732962742'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themusicplaysfortwo.blogspot.com/2009/05/get-better-soon-andy-o.html' title='GET BETTER SOON ANDY! :O'/><author><name>LisaN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05944103319336253098</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-xY9YXQS7xoY/Tmrb4tlaiTI/AAAAAAAABhs/MJiLqabdD2M/s220/gifted-bag-black-suede-wedges-diy-thrifted-skirt-thrifted-top-dads-belt-_400.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4229939801080017570.post-3034390911662283396</id><published>2009-05-02T19:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-02T19:24:20.805-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ICECREAM'/><title type='text'>ICECREAM NYAAA!</title><content type='html'>Here was what I did yesterday (: Firstly I went hapkido training, came late cause I had to pick up my little sister, but it's ok, since SOMEONE -coughCHARLEScough- came later then me. Then AT dragged me and two other chicks out to train for tournament (17th May, come support :P) Then afterwards, I was really hungry and Joshie promised to take me Krispy Kreme so I was nagging him to take me (I wanted a donut, coffee and icecream! Shuttup I know I'm fat --) But we had to wait for Ian and then we just decided to go Cabra to eat instead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the way there, Joshie and Charles were talking about some yummy sounding Korean icecream with a waffle outter shell, light coffee flavoured icecream and chocolate layer in the middle. Sounds good nya? Anyways it took AGES to find a parking spot and we met up with Anh Duy. Decided to eat at The Rise Cafe. Was alright I guess. Then I wanted coffee so went Gloria Jeans (: Then on the way back, CHARLES GOT US THE YUMMY KOREAN ICECREAM! it was SOOOOO good. yummy ;D LOVE YOUU!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then afterwards got back to training. Probably the best session ever, we got out tournament routine done! WOO! I was meant to be partnered up with Joshie then Ian, but Josh had to much to do so instead I got paired with Thien for the whole thing. It's ok, just need a LITTLE bit more practice and it'll be perfect. It's gonna be soo good! Looks great already.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then afterwards Josh drove me home. Gonna be training again at 3, Josh shall be picking me up (: Gosh I love him so much! :3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's it for now, need to blog on the other blog then get ready to train again. My shoulders are DEAD. -cries- so sore. Ciao :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lisaLEEK&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4229939801080017570-3034390911662283396?l=themusicplaysfortwo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themusicplaysfortwo.blogspot.com/feeds/3034390911662283396/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4229939801080017570&amp;postID=3034390911662283396' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4229939801080017570/posts/default/3034390911662283396'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4229939801080017570/posts/default/3034390911662283396'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themusicplaysfortwo.blogspot.com/2009/05/icecream-nyaaa.html' title='ICECREAM NYAAA!'/><author><name>LisaN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05944103319336253098</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-xY9YXQS7xoY/Tmrb4tlaiTI/AAAAAAAABhs/MJiLqabdD2M/s220/gifted-bag-black-suede-wedges-diy-thrifted-skirt-thrifted-top-dads-belt-_400.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4229939801080017570.post-3005509043117044034</id><published>2009-05-01T02:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-01T03:10:02.781-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Spiky weeds'/><title type='text'>Weed and Work</title><content type='html'>No, I don't mean weed the illegal plant but the grass weeds for Ag assignment (: Yesterday I made Andy come with me to the year 7 vege patch to be my hands since I couldn't touch grass. (Yes, I'm allergic to grass. I hope you knew -stares-) Anyways, I told him it would take around just 5 minutes, and you know what he did? HE SET A TIMER ON HIS iTOUCH! Gosh manggg, I was dragging him around telling him to pick this and that. He kept messing it up :L Cause he kept snapping the weed and I needed the roots and all&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lisa: THIS ONEE! The one with the yellow flowers.&lt;br /&gt;Andy: -pulls the weed and snaps it- OMGAWD DAMN IT!&lt;br /&gt;Lisa: LOLOLOLOL!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then like there was this pretty weed with purple flowers right and I made him fight his way through the weed to get to it and as soon as he grabs it he screams. Turns out the weed had spikes :L:L! Sorry Andy, LOVE YOUUU! Anyways, it took like heaps long, since he kept stuffing it up (loserrr :P) But still, thanks Andy. You sacrificed your hand for a very good cause (Y)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Work was really funny yesterday! Well I thought it was ok? Firstly WELCOME BACK STEVEN! (L) He's back in work now! But he was on drive through yesterday ): Well I was serving yesterday, and this group of guys buy stuff and I give it to them and then afterwards, 2 of them came back to buy more but but it was really crowded and busy. So I got them everything and they asked if I had a pen. So I had to run around to look for a pen. When I came back they already had one (wasted my time) and then one of them goes "So, can you write your number right here please?" Yes, they made me run around just so that they can get my number. Anyways I didn't give them my number. Yes that is my story. LOLOL! Anyways, LOVE YOU STEVEN! Missed you so much! (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;much love,&lt;br /&gt;lisaLEEK&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4229939801080017570-3005509043117044034?l=themusicplaysfortwo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themusicplaysfortwo.blogspot.com/feeds/3005509043117044034/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4229939801080017570&amp;postID=3005509043117044034' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4229939801080017570/posts/default/3005509043117044034'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4229939801080017570/posts/default/3005509043117044034'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themusicplaysfortwo.blogspot.com/2009/05/weed-and-work.html' title='Weed and Work'/><author><name>LisaN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05944103319336253098</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-xY9YXQS7xoY/Tmrb4tlaiTI/AAAAAAAABhs/MJiLqabdD2M/s220/gifted-bag-black-suede-wedges-diy-thrifted-skirt-thrifted-top-dads-belt-_400.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4229939801080017570.post-13058281150173345</id><published>2009-04-27T05:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-27T05:44:28.737-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Buy this buy that.</title><content type='html'>Alright, so atm I'm just a bit...idk what the word is but basically. I want to buy a few things for winter ): here it is:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Black knit cardigan or jacket of some kind.&lt;br /&gt;-Stockings in black, yellow, blue,purple and white&lt;br /&gt;-Patterned/laced stockings&lt;br /&gt;-Some kind of material dye&lt;br /&gt;-Suspenders!&lt;br /&gt;-Glittens&lt;br /&gt;-White leg warmers&lt;br /&gt;-SUPER DUPER long knit scarf (: (like 3 metres or something!)&lt;br /&gt;-Hoodie of some kinda (:&lt;br /&gt;-knit boots: BIG W! $29.74&lt;br /&gt;-Grosby Hoodie slip on boots: BIG W! $19.76&lt;br /&gt;-Rainboots: BIG W: $29.74&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that's it for now. Anyone feeling nice enough to buy me something from my list? -grin-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4229939801080017570-13058281150173345?l=themusicplaysfortwo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themusicplaysfortwo.blogspot.com/feeds/13058281150173345/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4229939801080017570&amp;postID=13058281150173345' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4229939801080017570/posts/default/13058281150173345'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4229939801080017570/posts/default/13058281150173345'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themusicplaysfortwo.blogspot.com/2009/04/buy-this-buy-that.html' title='Buy this buy that.'/><author><name>LisaN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05944103319336253098</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-xY9YXQS7xoY/Tmrb4tlaiTI/AAAAAAAABhs/MJiLqabdD2M/s220/gifted-bag-black-suede-wedges-diy-thrifted-skirt-thrifted-top-dads-belt-_400.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4229939801080017570.post-3116519406126971741</id><published>2009-04-20T06:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-20T06:31:35.620-07:00</updated><title type='text'>HAPPY 14th BIRTHDAY ANH!</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:180%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY ANH!&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;Yes everyone, it's Anh's birthday today! LOVE YOU SO MUCH ANH! And I'm so sorry that I couldn't go out with you today ): &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:130%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Well, it's been 3 years since I've known you and you have always been so sweet! Always supportive and always so selfless. Like the time we went Livo to eat sushi, you didn't even LIKE sushi, but you still went anyways and didn't say anything cause you didn't want to have to make us eat something else (since me and ashley were looking forward to eating sushi and all) Always smiling. Full of life. Confident. Understanding. Gosh the list goes on.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:130%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:130%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;It's hard to talk about everything we've been through. Through the years, so much has happened. The experience we had, the memories we made. They are truely more than just words. You can't write about how funny it was when I cried at your house watching I am Sam (at the happy part), you can't write about how stupid it was when Israaq got caught drawing in his science books. And I, can't write about just how happy you make all of us, or how I feel when I see you smile (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:130%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;"&gt;I hope that you understand just how important you are to me, to us. It wouldn't be right without you. All the times I needed support, you were there. All the times I needed help, you were there. All the times I needed lip balm, YOU WERE THERE! LOLOL! But the thing is Anh, I'm not sure how to thank you. I mean, there's just that many times to say thank you until you say it to much it loses meaning. So instead Anh, I'll just repay you by being everything that you are to me. No matter what happens, I'll always be there for you. If there's something wrong, tell me. If you are worried or unhappy, I'll try to solve your problems and bring that smile back on your face. If someone is being a TOTAL PERV or FREAKING THE CRAP OUTTA YOU, trust me, I'LL BEAT THAT SUCKER DOWN! Yes, you know I literally will.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Happy Birthday Anh. Much Love.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;lisaLEEK&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4229939801080017570-3116519406126971741?l=themusicplaysfortwo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themusicplaysfortwo.blogspot.com/feeds/3116519406126971741/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4229939801080017570&amp;postID=3116519406126971741' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4229939801080017570/posts/default/3116519406126971741'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4229939801080017570/posts/default/3116519406126971741'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themusicplaysfortwo.blogspot.com/2009/04/happy-14th-birthday-anh.html' title='HAPPY 14th BIRTHDAY ANH!'/><author><name>LisaN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05944103319336253098</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-xY9YXQS7xoY/Tmrb4tlaiTI/AAAAAAAABhs/MJiLqabdD2M/s220/gifted-bag-black-suede-wedges-diy-thrifted-skirt-thrifted-top-dads-belt-_400.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4229939801080017570.post-246964372097892412</id><published>2009-04-17T04:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-17T05:37:48.559-07:00</updated><title type='text'>STEVEN CHARLES LOVEEE!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OHIJUcNOaww/Sehmm-x3JZI/AAAAAAAAAUg/m7Jz97nDl30/s1600-h/CAPS+3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325619379238806930" style="WIDTH: 210px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OHIJUcNOaww/Sehmm-x3JZI/AAAAAAAAAUg/m7Jz97nDl30/s320/CAPS+3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OHIJUcNOaww/SehmmsNqTjI/AAAAAAAAAUY/5AwhIVqI3n4/s1600-h/CAPS+4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325619374255132210" style="WIDTH: 210px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OHIJUcNOaww/SehmmsNqTjI/AAAAAAAAAUY/5AwhIVqI3n4/s320/CAPS+4.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OHIJUcNOaww/Sehmmv2T-wI/AAAAAAAAAUQ/OtpVtjVCgOc/s1600-h/CAPS+5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325619375230941954" style="WIDTH: 210px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OHIJUcNOaww/Sehmmv2T-wI/AAAAAAAAAUQ/OtpVtjVCgOc/s320/CAPS+5.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OHIJUcNOaww/SehmmsQCKNI/AAAAAAAAAUI/JiefOjJZBks/s1600-h/CAPS+7.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325619374265084114" style="WIDTH: 210px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OHIJUcNOaww/SehmmsQCKNI/AAAAAAAAAUI/JiefOjJZBks/s320/CAPS+7.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OHIJUcNOaww/SehmmdqG8sI/AAAAAAAAAUA/zR8bam4Hq50/s1600-h/CAPS+6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325619370347918018" style="WIDTH: 210px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OHIJUcNOaww/SehmmdqG8sI/AAAAAAAAAUA/zR8bam4Hq50/s320/CAPS+6.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;LOLS! Today I went to City with Charles and Steven! Was so fun! Met up with Charles at like 10:30 cause he went Cabra early, so we went and just waited around for Steven, HE WAS LATEE! (nts; next time, tell Steven the time 30 minutes earlier than it actually is since he's always late) So me and Charles went to Cabra library to sit. Oh before that we were talking at the bus stop while Charles ate his sushi's. We went to the kids section and sat there. Then made Steven to walk to library when he FINALLY came! We caught the 11:45 train to city.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The train ride there was pretty hilarious. We just talked and all. They bagged me out HEAPS! MOFOS! grrr. Then there was this like arabic man or something, and he was on the phone and it was SOOO funny. It was like he was RAPPING or something "arackeoweh werermejasfeiba fhodhalslbguwrb" WE ALL STARTED CRACKING UP, and I didnt want to cause it was rudeee! But Charles was being such a dickhead and kept making me laugh == Thank gosh he went off the phone! We FINALLY got off at Central, and headed to market city.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Walked around and looked for Gatsby == Didn't buy anything, oh wait. I bought shoes from Rubi. And then Charles shouted me COOKIES AND CREAM ICECREAM! 3 scoops! So fattening (I HOPE YOUR HAPPY WITH CAUSING MY FLABBYNESS YOU MEANIE) And he bought himself a yoghurt shake thingo....got free cookie though. Oh yea, and I came up with this theory/mission. Find a TB and ask them where to get Gatsby from! LOLOLOLOL! We were like TB hunting, there were like NONE! Where are the TB's when you need them! We finally found some, but were all too scared and no one would do it. So we scissor paper rocked it. I beat Charles and he beat Steven. But nooo, Steven was too pussy to do it. So in the end, I DID IT. Stupid TB's didn't know where to get it -stares-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then afterwards, I came up with this idea. TB's would typically, hang around at Capitol Central! So we went there! Ended up playing those toy machines, HARHARHAR! I'm the only one that won something :L! NOOBS! OOOH OOH! then like across the place, I saw Aldrich's brother (oi oi, he was like wearing bright blue) So I kinda ran across the other way, and I saw Aldrich! So I got really excited! and ran the whole way round and ran to him and gave him a massive hug! ahhas. He didnt seem excited to see me though, so slack. And I actually wasted hours walking around looking for Gatsby for him! cuttt&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyways, we then decided to take caps. It was all in jap == so I just pressed randomly everywhere. took like 8 pictures and at the end they all came on screen right, and at the bottom there was this word but I didnt know what it was and I pressed it. Right when Steven goes "No, stop" But it was too late. Turned out we had to pick what pictures we wanted, that buttom was randomization. They were full screaming at me! T_T -cries- We managed to run out of time to decorate. So as you can see, they're really plain :L Oh well!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We then walked to China town for a bit, then went to Market City for food. Me and Charles had sushi while ANOREXIC STEVEN had an orange juice. Didn't eat anything all day -tsktsk- Then we went home, but wait there's more! Steven had to buy a ticket again, so we MISSED OUR TRAIN! then we missed the next two ones as well for some reason that Charles and Steven was discussing about but I had no idea why ): I told my rents I was going to be home before 5, didnt get home till 6:30. Dang. Oh yea, the train home was so cramped! We had to stand, and in front of Steven was this man who looked like he was wearing no pants at all. But he was wearing like really really short shorts. Girl style shorts. And he kept bending over! So Steven had like, a view xD It was quite funny, AND we had to change trains at Bankstown. Oh did I mention, it was getting dark and cold so I was wearing Charles outside shirt thingo. It was warmer since I was wearing a dress and I had to give it back to him when we got to Cabra. Steven stayed on to go to Liverpool, I got off at Cabra to wait for my dad to pick me up (by now, it's pitch black) and Charles had to change trains to go to Fairfield.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;That's about it really (: Minor details of convos left out :D Enjoy the rest of holidays everyone. Oh yea, it's Little Anh's birthday next monday 20th! LOVE YOU ANHHH!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4229939801080017570-246964372097892412?l=themusicplaysfortwo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themusicplaysfortwo.blogspot.com/feeds/246964372097892412/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4229939801080017570&amp;postID=246964372097892412' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4229939801080017570/posts/default/246964372097892412'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4229939801080017570/posts/default/246964372097892412'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themusicplaysfortwo.blogspot.com/2009/04/steven-charles-loveee.html' title='STEVEN CHARLES LOVEEE!'/><author><name>LisaN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05944103319336253098</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-xY9YXQS7xoY/Tmrb4tlaiTI/AAAAAAAABhs/MJiLqabdD2M/s220/gifted-bag-black-suede-wedges-diy-thrifted-skirt-thrifted-top-dads-belt-_400.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OHIJUcNOaww/Sehmm-x3JZI/AAAAAAAAAUg/m7Jz97nDl30/s72-c/CAPS+3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4229939801080017570.post-8380478139549274853</id><published>2009-04-13T04:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-13T04:52:28.893-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='It&apos;s a small world after all'/><title type='text'>LIVERPOOL!</title><content type='html'>Well I think this made my day today (: I was at Livo with my mum right, and we were going down the escalators, and I saw Ashley's mum &amp;amp; Mallary going up. I was about to say hi, but I thought she might not remember me, so I didnt say hi. Then I thought, hey,maybe Ashley might be here as well, so I turn around and BAM there she is wearing the blue dress she wore on Tuesday, last mufti day of school. But damn, we were too far already ): That was sad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THEN, I was in Rubi, and I was about to walk out, when out of no where I saw Anh! I was soo happy! I was like. "OMG, ANH!" And we hugged and all and she told me she saw Ashley! I told her I did too, but couldnt say Hi. Then I had to go cause my mum was nagging me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Afterwards, I was at Target and I saw Paul! He was choosing bed sheets :L:L And when me and my mum and my sister walked out, he chased after me to say Hi! Well I think he chased after me, I'm not sure, cause like I was just heading towards the escalators and I hear someone call my name and Paul wishes me a happy easter and all ^^ Gosh, gotta love him :L Then his brother was there as well, and they kinda looked alike :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I got home, I was on msn, and Anne goes "I saw Ashley at Livo" What a small world huh?! AHHAS! It just really made me laugh ^^ And apparently Anne also saw Thanh at Livo as well!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok ok, just to prove how small a world it is, when I went to work today, Rabi (one of the cooks at KFC) told me that he saw me at Livo today as well. SEE! it's a TINY world! LOLOLOLOL!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright, alright. Enough of my lameness now. It just made me really happy bumping into people alright? harhar! Byeeee (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4229939801080017570-8380478139549274853?l=themusicplaysfortwo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themusicplaysfortwo.blogspot.com/feeds/8380478139549274853/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4229939801080017570&amp;postID=8380478139549274853' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4229939801080017570/posts/default/8380478139549274853'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4229939801080017570/posts/default/8380478139549274853'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themusicplaysfortwo.blogspot.com/2009/04/liverpool.html' title='LIVERPOOL!'/><author><name>LisaN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05944103319336253098</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-xY9YXQS7xoY/Tmrb4tlaiTI/AAAAAAAABhs/MJiLqabdD2M/s220/gifted-bag-black-suede-wedges-diy-thrifted-skirt-thrifted-top-dads-belt-_400.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4229939801080017570.post-6325777137290161735</id><published>2009-04-11T03:44:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-11T04:10:10.494-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love love DT'/><title type='text'>DT REPRESENT!</title><content type='html'>Alright so today, it was all about mybeloved DT! Started off with me going Hapkido at 12. But at around 1:30 turns out there was going to be a performance so I decided to go off and help them. There weren't enough space in the mini bus and car, some and Charles managed to get Chu Tan to take us! :D He dropped us off and we stood there and waited for the rest, cause everyone was lagging behinde us! HARHAR! Anyways, I ended up cymbaling, Charles gonged and Allan drummed. Charles was teaching Allen this drum beat and he kept stuffing it up :L It was SOO funny since he was trying so hard :L The performance was normal, but it was really funny since Allen kept missing beats and stuffing up and everytime he stuffed up, me and Charles would like start laughing and stare at him. Poor Allan. Joshie came to pick up me, Charles and Lil David up then we went to KFC Bonnyrigg to eat (harhar, my workplace) Got heaps of food and ate it there cause Turbo didnt want us to make a mess back at DT. 4 large chips. 30 wicked wings. 40 pieces of chicken, 3 large drinks. We had 3 boxes left over :L&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we got back to DT. I picked up my bag and called my mum to see if she wanted me to go home since I had XMA training in an hour. She wanted me to go home, so I got Joshiee to take me home (LOVEEE YOU ONII! ) Josh, Charles and Lil David decided to come to my house as well so that we could go play bball at Cabra High. My brother came along as well. Was so fun! It was so tiring, we played two on two for a while, me &amp;amp; onii vs. andrew &amp;amp; lil david while Charles played soccer...until he kicked it too far and couldn't be bothered to go get. He then played AFL. After that we played around the world. I was winning ^^ until I did an air ball and had to go back to the beginning T_T Afterwards we went back to my house, I quickly got changed and Josh drove us back to DT for XMA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;XMA WAS AWESOME! Idk, it was just really good. I got aerial and front flip! Ahhas, yes Joshie you are an awesome teacher :L Kenson got his aerial as well, and Chi Khanh nearly got it! SO CLOSEE! Next week yea! Oh forgot to mention, training consisted of: me, joshie, kenson, charles, chi khanh and lil david. Then Charles taught me the drum beat that Allan was trying to learn in the morning. Drumming is so addictive! Then Joshie dropped me back at home :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yea that's it. Might not sound that interesting to you but hey, I had an awesome time (: LOVE LOVE DT!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS. The blister on my arm from the burn popped while I was playing bball ): It hurts -criessss-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4229939801080017570-6325777137290161735?l=themusicplaysfortwo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themusicplaysfortwo.blogspot.com/feeds/6325777137290161735/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4229939801080017570&amp;postID=6325777137290161735' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4229939801080017570/posts/default/6325777137290161735'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4229939801080017570/posts/default/6325777137290161735'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themusicplaysfortwo.blogspot.com/2009/04/dt-represent.html' title='DT REPRESENT!'/><author><name>LisaN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05944103319336253098</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-xY9YXQS7xoY/Tmrb4tlaiTI/AAAAAAAABhs/MJiLqabdD2M/s220/gifted-bag-black-suede-wedges-diy-thrifted-skirt-thrifted-top-dads-belt-_400.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4229939801080017570.post-5750748736704485404</id><published>2009-04-09T06:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-09T06:45:55.677-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='It hurts :('/><title type='text'>Work is a DANGEROUS DANGEROUS PLACE!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OHIJUcNOaww/Sd36RS2yM7I/AAAAAAAAAQY/4qLWspKBScI/s1600-h/Image001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322685509648135090" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OHIJUcNOaww/Sd36RS2yM7I/AAAAAAAAAQY/4qLWspKBScI/s320/Image001.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OHIJUcNOaww/Sd36QkiiPDI/AAAAAAAAAQQ/A1BRNpKF7xI/s1600-h/Image000.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322685497215171634" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OHIJUcNOaww/Sd36QkiiPDI/AAAAAAAAAQQ/A1BRNpKF7xI/s320/Image000.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; Alright, I dont know if the pictures are clear enough, BUT that is the state of my arm atm. Yes, I got a burn at work (ALL BECAUSE OF JASON, one of my many managers-stares-) He was taking the chips out of the fryer, but he didnt notice that I was standing packing chips for an order and BAM next thing I know, shoves the chip basket into my arm. Then it started swelling and all and and BLISTERED! OHMYGOSH. Now my arm looks completely HIDEOUS! -cries- And there was no burn cream either! So I had to deal with the stinging, which I might add is STILL stinging NOW! AND it's going to scar ): according to Jason. T_T&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh yea, I saw Brenda and Victor today, they were buying (: But I was on packer for drive through and not counter so I couldnt serve them or say Hi properly. LOLS!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh, on another note. Happy Holidays Everyone! Going to miss everyone heaps! ESPECIALLY Ashley, Anh, Diem and my boys! (hehe, yea MY boys :D )&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4229939801080017570-5750748736704485404?l=themusicplaysfortwo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themusicplaysfortwo.blogspot.com/feeds/5750748736704485404/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4229939801080017570&amp;postID=5750748736704485404' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4229939801080017570/posts/default/5750748736704485404'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4229939801080017570/posts/default/5750748736704485404'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themusicplaysfortwo.blogspot.com/2009/04/work-is-dangerous-dangerous-place.html' title='Work is a DANGEROUS DANGEROUS PLACE!'/><author><name>LisaN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05944103319336253098</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-xY9YXQS7xoY/Tmrb4tlaiTI/AAAAAAAABhs/MJiLqabdD2M/s220/gifted-bag-black-suede-wedges-diy-thrifted-skirt-thrifted-top-dads-belt-_400.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OHIJUcNOaww/Sd36RS2yM7I/AAAAAAAAAQY/4qLWspKBScI/s72-c/Image001.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4229939801080017570.post-8828852440366992725</id><published>2009-04-03T04:12:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-09T06:11:24.266-07:00</updated><title type='text'>OHMYGOD! IT'S lisaLEEK</title><content type='html'>LOLS! yes it's true, this is MEE! No I'm not dead :L Just haven't blogged for a while...ok ok maybe a LONG LONG time. But you know me, LOLS! Not bothered for anything. Well im going to be making another blog which I shall be writing in every sunday. More news on that later when I get it up and running ;) ALRIGHT! Here's a bit on a bit of everything :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Basketball has been pretty good lately :) Very happy with our team! We versed Casula on Wednesday and managed to win! like in the last 20 seconds ==' Scared me SHITLESS! but WOO! go us! Oh and wednesday was April's fools as well! YAYER! ermm well my thing was pretending that I lost my voice and that I sprained my thumb and couldnt play basketball. But it was all good at the end! ALDRICH SCARED ME! He told me on msn that he was moving to Baulkham Hills next term and not going Hurlstone no more. I was like SOO SHOCKED! Aldrich, you better not ever leave! Or else!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thursday was our last Biathalon day :\ It HAD to be THE BEST biathalon ever! And I actually attempted it properly :L The free time afterwards was soo fun! We took pictures and like chilled in the water and all. Took class pictures of us jumping into the pool, and pics IN the water and all. LOVED IT! then year 10 PASS class came and then like there was an incident where I ACCIDENTLY pushed lizzie in the pool while she was wearing the heart rate monitor and Mr. Wilson and Mr. Hughes full scared me about destroying it and how it costs hundreds and how I'd have to go to the PE staff room tomorrow (since it was last period already) BUT then it worked again (actually, turns out it was WATER PROOF! ) Yea was awesome (H)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4229939801080017570-8828852440366992725?l=themusicplaysfortwo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themusicplaysfortwo.blogspot.com/feeds/8828852440366992725/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4229939801080017570&amp;postID=8828852440366992725' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4229939801080017570/posts/default/8828852440366992725'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4229939801080017570/posts/default/8828852440366992725'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themusicplaysfortwo.blogspot.com/2009/04/ohmygod-its-lisaleek.html' title='OHMYGOD! IT&apos;S lisaLEEK'/><author><name>LisaN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05944103319336253098</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-xY9YXQS7xoY/Tmrb4tlaiTI/AAAAAAAABhs/MJiLqabdD2M/s220/gifted-bag-black-suede-wedges-diy-thrifted-skirt-thrifted-top-dads-belt-_400.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4229939801080017570.post-1858371105947648387</id><published>2009-03-02T02:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-02T03:23:19.869-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='LOLS. porno'/><title type='text'>Tadpoles!</title><content type='html'>ALRIGHTIE! I am SORRY for not blogging for so long. I never found the time ==&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well firstly let me congratulate TRANG AND CONG! On getting married! It was a WONDERFUL wedding reception! The bride looked absolutely stunning! Pictures are now (finally) on my facebook! Check it out guys!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now to what happened today! Well, we were at the sheep place and we had to like weigh the sheep and all but our teacher was like, some of you come with me if you want to help or else you can sit around and talk for 30 minutes. So we were just talking then someone noticed that in the water trough that was meant to be for the sheep but wasnt anymore, there were tadpoles. And there were some pretty biggish one and one MASSIVE one with hind legs already. So I decided that I REALLY REALLY wanted to catch some, so me and mel told the teacher we needed to go toilet to go back and get bottles to catch some but then when we tried to open our classroom door it was closed so we attempted to walk around and look for bottles and we found 2 that we washed and brang back and then we started trying to catch some and I got one of the biggish ones on first go and then like we started catching them and I ended up getting 2 biggish ones and some small ones but then they wanted the really really big one that I called big momma and then they saw it and they were all pussy's so I just caught it with my hand, then decided to call it lisaLEEK jnr!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We also played "The Fucken Game" where you had to swear in every sentence you said, it was retarded! then we realised there were some mulberries on the mulberry tree so we tried to pick some....most of them weren't ripe yet. I like climbing on fences ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yea, and then like we decided to make this random video right, about me and mel being friends right and we bump into each other one day and it turns out we have the same bf (Troy) and yea...the drama unfolds. Oh and now AVI that horny bastard wants to fix the script so that me and mel kiss! WTF! LOLS! Those horny kunts!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4229939801080017570-1858371105947648387?l=themusicplaysfortwo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themusicplaysfortwo.blogspot.com/feeds/1858371105947648387/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4229939801080017570&amp;postID=1858371105947648387' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4229939801080017570/posts/default/1858371105947648387'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4229939801080017570/posts/default/1858371105947648387'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themusicplaysfortwo.blogspot.com/2009/03/tadpoles.html' title='Tadpoles!'/><author><name>LisaN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05944103319336253098</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-xY9YXQS7xoY/Tmrb4tlaiTI/AAAAAAAABhs/MJiLqabdD2M/s220/gifted-bag-black-suede-wedges-diy-thrifted-skirt-thrifted-top-dads-belt-_400.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4229939801080017570.post-3517822533830562667</id><published>2009-02-05T03:19:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-05T03:35:00.610-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='take me somewhere we can be alone'/><title type='text'>Catch me if you can</title><content type='html'>Alright so in the last week I've been kept quite busy, mainly with school. I have to admit I am still really missing my year 8 class, I mean, I don't mind my new class but 8I was AWESOME and I dont think I'll ever really get over it ): Yes I'm sadd but oh well. 8I FTW. My teachers are pretty good actually, I don't actually "hate" anyone...much LOLS!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OK! now my update on work -grin- Work has been good :) I'm getting the hang of things now and am currently working 10.5 hours a week. YAY! I can pack things on my own now and do everything alone, but I still like people helping me out. Hehe :D Oh yea just for the record; TANYA you are a short nigger ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Oh yea and here's a little news. Directed more at hrmmm... the people at school? Alright guys, ermm a lot of you have been asking me to make you stuff since you guys saw the stuff I made for myself and the people in my group ie. pencil cases, shoulder bags etc etc. Well I am gonna try a little something out. I'm willing to sell you the things. You can pick what colour fabric OR theme you want and like what you want me to sew for you. If you are interested then just talk to me? But I cant get started straight away because I need to replace my sewing machine needle (since I kinda broke it.....) It'll be best if you can actually come with me to pick out what fabric you would like. The cost of things will start at $5 I think. Depending on the cost of your chosen fabric and what you want me to sew it into. If you're interested, talk to me on MSN or at school or something. Let's hope this works out! :L&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheers!&lt;br /&gt;lisa&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;LEEK&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4229939801080017570-3517822533830562667?l=themusicplaysfortwo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themusicplaysfortwo.blogspot.com/feeds/3517822533830562667/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4229939801080017570&amp;postID=3517822533830562667' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4229939801080017570/posts/default/3517822533830562667'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4229939801080017570/posts/default/3517822533830562667'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themusicplaysfortwo.blogspot.com/2009/02/catch-me-if-you-can.html' title='Catch me if you can'/><author><name>LisaN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05944103319336253098</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-xY9YXQS7xoY/Tmrb4tlaiTI/AAAAAAAABhs/MJiLqabdD2M/s220/gifted-bag-black-suede-wedges-diy-thrifted-skirt-thrifted-top-dads-belt-_400.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4229939801080017570.post-272016630206075259</id><published>2009-01-25T18:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-31T03:31:05.419-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Chuc Mung Nam Moi'/><title type='text'>Chinese New Year 2009!</title><content type='html'>Happy Chinese New Years everyone! Yes I know it's late but I actually wrote this the day after but never had the time to finish (since Nathan and Lemon came over and aunts as well so like yea....) Anyways this was my 2009 CNY day!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Woke up at 10am ish and "reminded" my mum that I was going to DT at 1pm. From then, I had to help clean up the house and all in crazy fast mode to get there on time. Anyways when I got there, there was only a few people since everyone else went home to sleep :L&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mentionable things that happened:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- David Le raping Kelvin...shirtless&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- David Le flashing his ass...countless times&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- David Le's shorts becoming see through when we opened the garage door&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- David Le's underwear getting ripped when he was raped by Bradley :L&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Viet shouting me taro milk tea with jelly and pearls :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Viet and Charles eating (LOLS! I was sitting there with them and talking to them that's why)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Viet's FUCKEN SEXY chick legs!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Viet suddenly standing up then pulling his pants down to show me ALL his chick legs. (I swear he has like the SMALLEST thighs ever!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Viet telling me he doesn't wear underwear. ROFLMFAOS!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Charles taking FOREVER to eat (omgosh mangg, he like had to microwave it TWICE)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Charles telling Viet how to use the microwave " Use your fingers, if it's big enough, use THREE and PUSHHHH" LOLS!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Charles and Viet telling me about how they peed in a bottle together when they were in their youth (LOLS! because they were busting and they were with Chu Tan and waiting in the car for him so just went for it :L )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Hanging out in the garage with the boys! (Since I was the only chick there ==)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- AT telling everyone off for not washing the dishes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;- Nathan is the hottest guy in the WORLD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;- Lying on the tables and listening to music with Jimmy!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;- Lizzie is a faggot and is the blackest nigger in the world&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;- Brad throwing a shoe at me, then I caught it and threw it back at him, then he blocked it and it hit me in the face T_T (stupid mofo grrrr)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- The guys sleeping in the garage! For once they looked so cuteeee!&lt;br /&gt;(Note: they grey stuff is from Nathan, he's at my house atm :L )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright then afterwards the guys started turning up and next thing I know, BAM it was performance time at DT. It was lion dance, dragon dance and martial arts. We had to set up the chairs and all, and then set up the mats and make a quick run through on the martial arts. The performance was really good! And the three ice lions were used for the first time! They're sexy ;) Oh yea and then we like lined up to get Red Envelopes! Courtesy of DT! YAY! fun :)  Oh yea, THE NEW DRAGON IS THE SEX! it was sooo good! Good work guys (Y)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that we set off to the big perf, Phuoc Hue Temple baby! It went really well! Oh yea when we were doing martial arts, I tripped on the carpet at the back == Oh oh and like me and Kelvin kicked each other when we were performing :O Sorry Kelvin! But all was well pretty much. The fireworks were AWESOME as usual! Gosh I love fireworks (: Hrmm, and like as we were walking out heading towards where all our vans and buses and cars were, the two dragon teams decided to go all out crazy, so they started running and screaming in the middle of the road and all. CRAZY ASIANS! Love you lads (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Got back to DT at around 1:30am and we were all hungry so ate Pho which AT's mum kindly made us! But we ran out of the Pho rice noodles so we just ate it with egg noodles. LOLS! random but it was still pretty good (: Then Onii took me home but but I fell asleep in his car so I just like woke up arriving at home. Was so tired T_T&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways that's it for now! YAYER! finally finished a half finished blog, I'm proud of myself (H) Niceeeeee (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4229939801080017570-272016630206075259?l=themusicplaysfortwo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themusicplaysfortwo.blogspot.com/feeds/272016630206075259/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4229939801080017570&amp;postID=272016630206075259' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4229939801080017570/posts/default/272016630206075259'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4229939801080017570/posts/default/272016630206075259'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themusicplaysfortwo.blogspot.com/2009/01/chinese-new-year-2009.html' title='Chinese New Year 2009!'/><author><name>LisaN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05944103319336253098</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-xY9YXQS7xoY/Tmrb4tlaiTI/AAAAAAAABhs/MJiLqabdD2M/s220/gifted-bag-black-suede-wedges-diy-thrifted-skirt-thrifted-top-dads-belt-_400.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4229939801080017570.post-9020522309294553984</id><published>2009-01-23T22:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-23T22:45:25.627-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='nipple cripple'/><title type='text'>Dear Viet</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OHIJUcNOaww/SXq0ZGzpUDI/AAAAAAAAAM4/WyoEtRQ0PZA/s1600-h/Viet!.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294742655344398386" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 249px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 154px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OHIJUcNOaww/SXq0ZGzpUDI/AAAAAAAAAM4/WyoEtRQ0PZA/s200/Viet!.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Dear Viet,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;LOLS! you gay kunt! You bought this on yourself for giving me a crap Cbox msg! Anyways, how's your chest/nipples?! LOLS! still in pain deary? HARHAR! That shall teach you not to mess with Rainbow. BWAHAHA! :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyways gosh what to say? Oh btw everyone else who doesn't know who Viet is, that's him in the picture with me. LOLS! Sorry Viet. I dont have any other pictures with you. So I had to use the only ones I had, ie. pics of you before and after ONE drink :P LOSER!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Gosh what else to write? bleh whatever this was just to embarass you ^^&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4229939801080017570-9020522309294553984?l=themusicplaysfortwo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themusicplaysfortwo.blogspot.com/feeds/9020522309294553984/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4229939801080017570&amp;postID=9020522309294553984' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4229939801080017570/posts/default/9020522309294553984'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4229939801080017570/posts/default/9020522309294553984'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themusicplaysfortwo.blogspot.com/2009/01/dear-viet.html' title='Dear Viet'/><author><name>LisaN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05944103319336253098</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-xY9YXQS7xoY/Tmrb4tlaiTI/AAAAAAAABhs/MJiLqabdD2M/s220/gifted-bag-black-suede-wedges-diy-thrifted-skirt-thrifted-top-dads-belt-_400.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OHIJUcNOaww/SXq0ZGzpUDI/AAAAAAAAAM4/WyoEtRQ0PZA/s72-c/Viet!.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4229939801080017570.post-3269065867161975346</id><published>2009-01-20T03:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-20T05:06:17.805-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='From anonymous'/><title type='text'>Dear anonymous,</title><content type='html'>Well I saw on a few other blogs about blogging 10 anonymous comments you have always wanted to tell 10 people but never have. Well I dont think I'll reach 10, but here it goes :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. In the last 2 years that I have known you, it has been a series of fighting, teasing, bickering and pretty much bitter rivalry. Who am I kidding, that is ALL it has been. But finally we are on even grounds and it's a good now :L right? Tbh, surprisingly I trust you a lot. You are always there to support me when I needed you to and shockingly we have heaps in common :L Thanks for being there, hopefully our friendship grows stronger now (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. To begin with, I AM SOOO SORRY FOR BEING SO SLACK TO YOU BEFORE! I know I know it's slack but it was SOO FUN! And I put GREAT emphasis on "was" since I'm nice to you now :D I've finally discovered your "girly/womanly" side as well, and gosh was I surprised! You have been so supportive of me! Staying up talking to me on msn to keep me company while I had to chuck multiple all nighters to finish assignments, keeping me strong when I felt like giving up, and giving me pretty darn good advice! Thank you sooo much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. We were close once, we are close still, but now I just wonder what is your motive behinde being close to me. You are so damn caught up with it all. I've told you not to get too caught up on all the gossip. Now all you want is to know more, gossip more, be like, gossip central or something. We've been through it soo many goddamn time, when we were still close purely cause of friendship. Saying that instead of "spreading" it all, we would "end" it when it came to us. Seems like now it no longer matters to you. There are times when I manage to catch a glimpse of the old you, but it's fading away so fast. When did it all go wrong?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. I don't hate you, I just hate your personality. Attention seeking, acting dumb THEN making it seem like you know it all. What's up with all that? I don't mind you as a friend. But you just aren't "best friend" material.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. I'm sorry, but I absolutely HATE you. (gosh that was harsh...) But like really, I cannot stand you. NO ONE CAN but you know why we dont tell you off? Cause then you'll chuck a MASSIVE sook and act like a little kid and chuck death stares for the rest of the day. You are so full of shit! BLEHH!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. I FUCKEN ADORE YOU SOO MUCH! AHHAS! In the last year or so we've become pretty close. Sure you constantly abuse/hurt me all the time but then you've also taken care of me and protected me as well! Gosh you probably know who you are since I've told you that I appreciated knowing you == But still. THANKYOUUUU!!! (ps. I am not thanking you for hurting me all the time -stares) &lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;EDIT: Oh and THANKS for giving me iron cheeks -stares-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. You can be the BIGGEST bitch to me sometimes. One minute it's all good the next you either piss the crap outta me or totally ignore me. Stupid mofo. I think you are the first "friend" that has made me been so pissed off as to nearly seriously punch the crap outta you. But then all in all you are an AWESOME friend whom I love talking on the phone to :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. I am SOOO worried about you :( In the last two years you have changed so much. Sometimes I tell myself it's just a phase you're going through but then it doesnt go away. Idk what to tell you anymore. Sometimes we try to make jokes about it so you get over it but it seems like you dont. Sometimes the things you say make it seem like you're making it all up, but then it isn't. Please please please get over this quickly. I just want the old you back, I miss you :( &lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;EDIT: If you dont go back to normal, I swear I am going to freaken bash you THEN go to your house and talk to your siblings &gt;=( Yes, this IS a threat&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. I adore you as a friend, but you are just all over the place. Get your act together. I mean, haven't you been through it enough yet? It's time to take a break.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. LMAOS! Gosh what a way to start of this one. Tbh you always seem to find a way to make me smile! And you are quite extraordinary being able to put up with me constanly bagging you out with some quite random things :L (LOLS! I'm sorry, it's kinda fun ^^) Goshness, thanks for reminding me we've only known each other for less than a year but then in that time you managed to make me fall off the pile of mats..TWICE, give me a rainbow belt, judo throw me several timees and BREAK MY WATCH AFTER I GOT IT LESS THAN AN HOUR BEFORE! Gosh, my watch T_T Oh well, I guess it's worth it :P WAIT I TAKE THAT BACK! YOU HORRIBLE BITCH! Stupid pregnancy jokes T_T Well...you're the daddy! I kid I kid! &lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;EDIT: NO TRUCE oh and you're still black :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright, I did get 10 :L LOLS!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4229939801080017570-3269065867161975346?l=themusicplaysfortwo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themusicplaysfortwo.blogspot.com/feeds/3269065867161975346/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4229939801080017570&amp;postID=3269065867161975346' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4229939801080017570/posts/default/3269065867161975346'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4229939801080017570/posts/default/3269065867161975346'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themusicplaysfortwo.blogspot.com/2009/01/dear-anonymous.html' title='Dear anonymous,'/><author><name>LisaN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05944103319336253098</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-xY9YXQS7xoY/Tmrb4tlaiTI/AAAAAAAABhs/MJiLqabdD2M/s220/gifted-bag-black-suede-wedges-diy-thrifted-skirt-thrifted-top-dads-belt-_400.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4229939801080017570.post-1084606820790171002</id><published>2009-01-11T04:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-11T16:13:39.918-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Korean Dramas is LOVEE'/><title type='text'>A Moment To Remember</title><content type='html'>So I just finished watching the korean movie "A Moment to Remember" and I just..HAD to blog about it. (oh and yea, I'd never get the family camp post done...sorry ==) anyways erm... it is one of the BEST movie I had ever seen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tbh, it made me cry like no tomorrow. Bawl actually. Ok so now you might be thinking about the normal Korean styled lovey dovey movie, where they meet, one is sick (usually with cancer or something) then ends up dying. Nope it was SOOO much more! I don't want to spoil it :( So just watch it! Don't even GOOGLE up the story line.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was sooo sad. Thinking about it is making me sad...My brother cried watching it, yea the same annoying brother named Andrew (or Slut Whore Nguyen to some of you. LOLS!) Anyways I watched the movie in my room with my doors locked so no one could intrude (freaken lil sister.grr) and I had to pause the movies like 12831892 times in the last 30 minutes so that I could calm down a bit and stop hyperventilating == Yes it was THAT bad. I actually did hyperventilate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright so the point of this post, is to say that you MUST watch the movie. A Moment to Remember. Download and watch now. pleasee? it's good. REALLY good. And when/if you watch, tell me what you think about it. -grin-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4229939801080017570-1084606820790171002?l=themusicplaysfortwo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themusicplaysfortwo.blogspot.com/feeds/1084606820790171002/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4229939801080017570&amp;postID=1084606820790171002' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4229939801080017570/posts/default/1084606820790171002'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4229939801080017570/posts/default/1084606820790171002'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themusicplaysfortwo.blogspot.com/2009/01/moment-to-remember.html' title='A Moment To Remember'/><author><name>LisaN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05944103319336253098</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-xY9YXQS7xoY/Tmrb4tlaiTI/AAAAAAAABhs/MJiLqabdD2M/s220/gifted-bag-black-suede-wedges-diy-thrifted-skirt-thrifted-top-dads-belt-_400.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4229939801080017570.post-7124295342025982014</id><published>2009-01-08T22:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-08T23:56:48.124-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='to be continued'/><title type='text'>Family CAMPP</title><content type='html'>Alright here is my entry on the LONGGG overdue family camp. It was AWESOMEEE! We went camping at Forster, in Newcastle! Ok well here is the list of EVERYONE who went.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;-Lizzie&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;-Crystal&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Lizzie's Dad&lt;br /&gt;-Lizzie's Mum&lt;br /&gt;-Snowball (the dog)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;-Nathan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;-Anna panda&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;-David&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Nathan's Dad&lt;br /&gt;-Nathan's Mum&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;-Yvonne&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;-Long&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Long's Dad&lt;br /&gt;-Long's Mum&lt;br /&gt;-Bac Hai&lt;br /&gt;-Chi Nhung&lt;br /&gt;-Chi Nhung's bf&lt;br /&gt;-Co Loan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;-ME!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;-Andrew&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;-Sarah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-My Daddy&lt;br /&gt;-My Mummy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;-Khoi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Chu Be Ba&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blue are the kids :) Alright so we started the day off meeting off at Co Loan's house. I thought that probably our family would be the last to arrive but we were wrong! Nathan was last :L The car ride there was supposed to be...3-4 hours? It ended up taking us like 5 hours JUST BECAUSE OF A STUPID BOAT. Which we borrowed from some guy O__O"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then when we actually GOT to Forster, we then found out, that we had no idea where the "camping place" was since the organisers (Long's parents) only knew about the place through some friends who just came back from there. (How asian is that? Go first THEN get directions. Geebus) Anyways we ended up staying at "Lani's" which was apparently 4 stars as it claimed. Bullshit! it was soo crap. We had to go 1.5km to get a shower. Anyways it took us AGESS to put the tents up. The kids got together and put 1 up. so proud! The girls slept in there. Anyways the parents just kinda told us to go swim at the pools and leave everything to them. So we went! it was TINYYY! like seriously! Pushed Andrew and David in with their shirts still on :L OH OH! and we were seriously the ONLY asians in the WHOLEE area. No joke at all. Like when we were in the pool right, and there were these little aussie kid. And one calls to the other one. "Hey _____ come over this side. Katie doesnt want to do it infront of the Chinese people." And then like we all looked at each other and we realised they were talking about US! LMFAOS! we were full cracking up! Then we took our showers and the parents wanted us to WALK back to our camp site. 1.5 KM mang. NO WAYYY! We walked for a few hundred metres, and went past this group of Aussie teens right, and one being a smart ass was like "Konichiwa" and the rest followed. Was so stupid! racist much? LOLS! Anyways, eventually we got picked up in two cars. We had to like all squish in, but it was pretty fun ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OHH OHH OHH! at night yea. The girls and guys had to split up yea. In our tent in order of where we were lying was Yvonne, Crystal, Lizzie, Anna and Me. I didn't have a sleeping bag so I shared with Anna and she shared my pillow :) There were BUGS in our tent so like it was a bit uncomfortable but we soon got over it. Except Anna! Who got so paranoid she couldnt sleep! Oh then like in the middle of the night, I woke up, and realised that half our tent was down! like the outside cover of the tent! Gosh I was afraid that our tent would fly away :( But we were fine. Then at 3am, me and anna woke up and started talking till 4am then slept. WAS SOO GOODD! sleeeep sleeeep sleeep!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;gosh shall blog more later. I CBB! T_T&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4229939801080017570-7124295342025982014?l=themusicplaysfortwo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themusicplaysfortwo.blogspot.com/feeds/7124295342025982014/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4229939801080017570&amp;postID=7124295342025982014' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4229939801080017570/posts/default/7124295342025982014'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4229939801080017570/posts/default/7124295342025982014'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themusicplaysfortwo.blogspot.com/2009/01/family-campp.html' title='Family CAMPP'/><author><name>LisaN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05944103319336253098</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-xY9YXQS7xoY/Tmrb4tlaiTI/AAAAAAAABhs/MJiLqabdD2M/s220/gifted-bag-black-suede-wedges-diy-thrifted-skirt-thrifted-top-dads-belt-_400.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4229939801080017570.post-7322911776918132966</id><published>2009-01-05T23:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-05T23:47:26.198-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='KFCCCCCCCCCC'/><title type='text'>KFC REPRESENTT!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;To everyone that has wished me good luck in my job interview. TY so much! &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;(especially Avi! went on for like 3 mintues just to ask me how it went, what a lil cutie!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;I GOT THE JOBBBB! yay ^^&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;shall be working 12-15 hours a week now :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;thanks again everyone. Let's hope I don't get &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;fired&lt;/span&gt; too soon :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;lisa&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;LEEK&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4229939801080017570-7322911776918132966?l=themusicplaysfortwo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themusicplaysfortwo.blogspot.com/feeds/7322911776918132966/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4229939801080017570&amp;postID=7322911776918132966' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4229939801080017570/posts/default/7322911776918132966'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4229939801080017570/posts/default/7322911776918132966'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themusicplaysfortwo.blogspot.com/2009/01/kfc-representt.html' title='KFC REPRESENTT!'/><author><name>LisaN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05944103319336253098</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-xY9YXQS7xoY/Tmrb4tlaiTI/AAAAAAAABhs/MJiLqabdD2M/s220/gifted-bag-black-suede-wedges-diy-thrifted-skirt-thrifted-top-dads-belt-_400.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4229939801080017570.post-2204776243720221245</id><published>2009-01-05T16:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-05T16:43:17.896-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='KFCCCCCCCCCC'/><title type='text'>Staples HURTT</title><content type='html'>Alright so here's the story, I was like trying to staple these pages together so when I fold it up it becomes a book yea. and I got two staplers cause like they were too short so I was gonna open the staples up and put one on top and one on the bottom right. But when I was trying to open them up, I SOMEHOW managed to like staple my fingers T_T. It didn't hurt much, it FUCKEN HURT LIKE HELL! And like I couldn't get it out so I had to like PULL ON IT and it hurt so muchh -criescriescries-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And and and then like it started to bleed and it like..HURT! I didn't think it'll hurt that much, but it DID! Oh yea and Kenji was all like "if the blood doesn't gush out then it's not bleeding" tbh if there's BLOOD it's BLEEDING. end of story. -hrmph-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I remembered seeing these videos when I was smaller somewhere, where like these crazy emo kids just like stapled themselves all over right. And stapled sheets of paper on themselves and like some kid was lying face down towards a stapler right and this other kid like..STEPS on his head and the kid has a staple in his head. LIKE WTF MAN!? and here I am like PANICING over a staple in my finger while these idiots stapled their foreheads. ewww&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a better note. I have my first job interview today -gringrin- KFC Bonnyrigg (correct spelling?) Wish me luck :) Oh and I also have another one tomorrow! KFC Warwick Farm! ahhas! I tried out for them at the same time! YAYER!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well gtg get ready now. Wish me luck :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4229939801080017570-2204776243720221245?l=themusicplaysfortwo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themusicplaysfortwo.blogspot.com/feeds/2204776243720221245/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4229939801080017570&amp;postID=2204776243720221245' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4229939801080017570/posts/default/2204776243720221245'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4229939801080017570/posts/default/2204776243720221245'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themusicplaysfortwo.blogspot.com/2009/01/staples-hurtt.html' title='Staples HURTT'/><author><name>LisaN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05944103319336253098</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-xY9YXQS7xoY/Tmrb4tlaiTI/AAAAAAAABhs/MJiLqabdD2M/s220/gifted-bag-black-suede-wedges-diy-thrifted-skirt-thrifted-top-dads-belt-_400.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4229939801080017570.post-7865429029649243582</id><published>2008-12-30T15:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-30T17:13:42.694-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='TCCOBB'/><title type='text'>The Curious Case of Benjamin Button</title><content type='html'>Alight since i'l be away on camp for the next 3 days with the family (woo love them) anyways so I'll blog about my most recent movie loveee. Ok so yesterday I went to watch The Curious Case of Benjamin Button (TCCOBB) with Kenji :) It was SOO GOOD! I really liked it (apart from the constant "OOH she's gonna get laid, she's asking for it, ooh she wants it, she wants it" LMAOS!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways it was an AWESOME movie. Really nice ^^ but but sad at the end :( For those who don't know the storyline, it's about a person named Benjamin Button (Brad Pitt) who was born as an old man and became younger as he grew. It's mainly about they way he lived his life and his love for Daisy (Cate Blanchett). They met when she was 5 and he was 7 (although he looked like 80) and their lives cross paths a few times in his life and there was a time period where they were the same age and were able to live together for a while (gosh you wouldn't BELIEVE how sweet their lives together were -jealous-)Anyways it GOOD! watch it EVERYONE. NOWWW!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Daisy: Would you still love me when I get wrinkles?&lt;br /&gt;Benjamin: Would you still love me when I get acne?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Benjamin: It's a funny thing coming home. Nothing changes. Everything looks the same, feels the same, even smells the same. You realize whats changed, is you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Benjamin: In the end, you have to let go&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Benjamin: I was thinking how nothing lasts, and what a shame that is.&lt;br /&gt;Daisy: Some things do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(post cards written from Benjamin to his daughter Caroline)&lt;br /&gt;5th Birthday: I wish I was there to take you to school for the first time.&lt;br /&gt;13th Birthday: I was I was there, to tell you not to chase some boy, I wish I was there when you had your heart broken&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-cries- AWESOME AWESOME movie.  9/10 :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4229939801080017570-7865429029649243582?l=themusicplaysfortwo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themusicplaysfortwo.blogspot.com/feeds/7865429029649243582/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4229939801080017570&amp;postID=7865429029649243582' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4229939801080017570/posts/default/7865429029649243582'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4229939801080017570/posts/default/7865429029649243582'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themusicplaysfortwo.blogspot.com/2008/12/curious-case-of-benjamin-button.html' title='The Curious Case of Benjamin Button'/><author><name>LisaN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05944103319336253098</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-xY9YXQS7xoY/Tmrb4tlaiTI/AAAAAAAABhs/MJiLqabdD2M/s220/gifted-bag-black-suede-wedges-diy-thrifted-skirt-thrifted-top-dads-belt-_400.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4229939801080017570.post-2512914103916650236</id><published>2008-12-27T02:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-27T02:59:05.631-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='spit roastttttt'/><title type='text'>DT Party!!</title><content type='html'>Oh gosh where do I start? Well I got there pretty early, at like 2-ish? And like when I got there they were just getting the spit roast started. Ahhas AT wouldn't tell us what the spit was, he said it was "grey hound"! Then like we kept guessing what it was. Answers varied from: deer, lamb, duck (LOLS! Charles), horse (AHHAS! Samantha), pig and chicken. Gosh aren't we smart :L (hrmm...it's still unknown what it actually is. LOLS!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then it was a mixture or buying ice, eating, karaoke, playing around and chucking ice. Then it started raining so like we had to move the roast and all. Then like, oniichan pushed me down on a wet chair so I had to borrow Kenneth's jacket (ty ty ty ^^ ) THEN he grabbed ice and water and poured it down my back and on me == Oh and William, he helped out a LOT, he put me in a lock so I couldnt move. was so wet -stares-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, the next BIG thing was fighting with Michael :L Like first he slapped me on the leg so me so I chased him around DT then got him in the balls (LOLS!) Then like afterwards he was in garage and we got into a fight and he pinned me down on the ground :L Then oniichan came and took advantage of it and bit my cheeks. Then afterwards jess, blackie and me ganged up on Michael then like little accident happened and Michael RAGEDD. Was scary, but all good now ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Erm had a few drinks but IM A GOOD GIRL! so I'm fine ^^ Erm afterwards had a little presentation thingo, got awards and stuff. I actually have no idea what happened actually! Don't remember much :L Oh, Kenneth SLAPPED me! :O that bitch -stares- he brang his guitar as well! It was pretty cool (Oh, sorry your guitar is "hardwood") Oh and he gave me his rainbow belt! (hehe thanks!) Oh Nakatsu was like being a grouch cause he had a big headache and Charles nearly panadal overdosed Nakatsu :D AHHAS! and little KELVIN turned up in DT uniform cause that little dope thought it was training today :L (love that black kid! &lt;3) And... KFC did a catwalk :L ahhas she was crazy xD.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gosh I cant remember much &gt;&lt; sorryy! shall re-blog when I think of more!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4229939801080017570-2512914103916650236?l=themusicplaysfortwo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themusicplaysfortwo.blogspot.com/feeds/2512914103916650236/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4229939801080017570&amp;postID=2512914103916650236' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4229939801080017570/posts/default/2512914103916650236'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4229939801080017570/posts/default/2512914103916650236'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themusicplaysfortwo.blogspot.com/2008/12/dt-party.html' title='DT Party!!'/><author><name>LisaN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05944103319336253098</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-xY9YXQS7xoY/Tmrb4tlaiTI/AAAAAAAABhs/MJiLqabdD2M/s220/gifted-bag-black-suede-wedges-diy-thrifted-skirt-thrifted-top-dads-belt-_400.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4229939801080017570.post-5614609151205578790</id><published>2008-12-23T20:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-23T21:14:02.694-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Did you know?'/><title type='text'>10 Things about lisaLEEK</title><content type='html'>Ok here we go!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;color:#330099;"&gt;1.Whenever I sit on bed or happen to be in my room, I have this SUDDEN urge to just lie down. So sometimes when I bring my laptop in my room, and I feel like lying down, I actually turn my laptop on the side so when I lie down, I can still use it :L&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;2. In my old house, my dad had this plant stand thing, and he used to put his cactus plants on them. When I was 5, I fell into it and ended up having cactus spikes in my hands. My rents had to take them out one at a time and I ended up fainting ==&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:130%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;3. Since I was a little kid till around year 3-ish, I was SOOO addicted to TVB dramas. Finish a whole drama in 1 day, didn't want to do homework etc etc. JUNKIE MUCH?! :L Still like them, just not as addicted.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;4. When we were younger, my brother always had really red, itchy irritated eyes for this period of time. And one day it was red again and he was scratching his eyes (gosh sounds weird) anyways and my mummy was really worried so told me to go and get the eyedrops. But I was like kinda small so I accidently dropped the bottle so like half of it spilt. And I was like TOTALLY PANICING! so I filled it up with water...and put salt in it. BECAUSE my mum called it salt water, so I just thought that it would be the same...Andrew's eyes are fine now xD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:130%;color:#00cccc;"&gt;5. I had my first martial arts lesson in kindergarten and originally I was really excited about it. Cause my brother started a few weeks before me and I'd sit there with my dad waiting for him to finish his lessons and I really wanted to do it as well. So on the first lesson, I went in right,and they seperated us into belt levels and I was with the other beginners. Then the instructor told us to do kicks right, but I didn't know what to do and when he counted he screamed? since that's what you're meant to do but I got SOOO scared! And like I just started crying cause the teacher was so scary. And then since I was the youngest kid in the place, and one of the few girls, all the older guys crowded around me and tried to calm me down T_T&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:130%;color:#cc6600;"&gt;6. Whenever I'm watching something scary by myself, everytime it reaches a climax, I have to pause it and LITERALLY remind myself to breathe and calm down and reassure myself that this is just a movie and nothing more (sad isn't it ==)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;7. When me and my brother were wee little kids, we used to sleep with our parents. And everyday my mum would send us into bed really early. And you know how kids are really hyperactive? Well what we did each night was jump on the bed and go crazy. Like no joke, we would spend hours of "bedtime" just jumping up and down on the bed and we would NEVER be bored of it. And everytime we heard our mummy coming in to check on us we would just lie down and pretend to be asleep but never think about turning the lights off and so our mummy would always know that we were awake and then she'd hit us (with chopsticks, how asian) And we would never understand how she knew. Oh and this happened for like SOO LONGGG before we understood that bedtime, means BEDTIME and not JUMP time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:130%;color:#99ff99;"&gt;8. I really really really REALLY hate grape flavoured things. Drinks, lollies, gum, jelly etc etc. HATE! Idk, to me it's just way too sweet and artificial tasting. I don't mind the real thing, just "flavoured" stuff...bleh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:130%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;9. My childhood dream was to be a fairy or a police officer. I gave up wanting to be a police officer after I watches some scary TVB drama about police people and forensics etc. Freaked me out and KILLED my dream :(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:130%;color:#000066;"&gt;10. I oftenly daydream about "love scenarios" Like really lovey dovey stuff.  Meeting at the library, at the beach, in the rain. Really really soppy stuff. Yea, I'm a daydreamer :L&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:130%;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;So there you have it folks, 10 interesting things about me :L&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4229939801080017570-5614609151205578790?l=themusicplaysfortwo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themusicplaysfortwo.blogspot.com/feeds/5614609151205578790/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4229939801080017570&amp;postID=5614609151205578790' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4229939801080017570/posts/default/5614609151205578790'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4229939801080017570/posts/default/5614609151205578790'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themusicplaysfortwo.blogspot.com/2008/12/10-things-about-lisaleek.html' title='10 Things about lisaLEEK'/><author><name>LisaN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05944103319336253098</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-xY9YXQS7xoY/Tmrb4tlaiTI/AAAAAAAABhs/MJiLqabdD2M/s220/gifted-bag-black-suede-wedges-diy-thrifted-skirt-thrifted-top-dads-belt-_400.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4229939801080017570.post-6940824369505303671</id><published>2008-12-22T01:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-22T02:05:20.830-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='missing 8I :('/><title type='text'>9M for 2009?</title><content type='html'>Yes, it's true -sigh- I will be in 9M next year. It wouldn't be so bad IF only Diem, Ashley or Anh was in my class, but NOOO we're all over the place -criess- Alright, here are my classes and teachers:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Visual arts: Ms. Ross&lt;br /&gt;Commerce: Mr. Lynch&lt;br /&gt;Maths B1: Ms. Cavanagh (NOOOOO T_T)&lt;br /&gt;English: Mr. Jones &amp;amp; "Pinnington-Wilson" (someone explain to me wth that means?)&lt;br /&gt;Science: Mr. Peck &amp;amp; Mr. Baxter (only 1 lesson in a cycle with Mr. Baxter though)&lt;br /&gt;HSIE: Ms. Johnson&lt;br /&gt;PE: Mr. Wilson (Jnr)&lt;br /&gt;Ag: Mr. McAlpin&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yerpp that's it &gt;&lt;&gt;:(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4229939801080017570-6940824369505303671?l=themusicplaysfortwo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themusicplaysfortwo.blogspot.com/feeds/6940824369505303671/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4229939801080017570&amp;postID=6940824369505303671' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4229939801080017570/posts/default/6940824369505303671'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4229939801080017570/posts/default/6940824369505303671'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themusicplaysfortwo.blogspot.com/2008/12/9m-for-2009.html' title='9M for 2009?'/><author><name>LisaN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05944103319336253098</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-xY9YXQS7xoY/Tmrb4tlaiTI/AAAAAAAABhs/MJiLqabdD2M/s220/gifted-bag-black-suede-wedges-diy-thrifted-skirt-thrifted-top-dads-belt-_400.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4229939801080017570.post-7409905308218044580</id><published>2008-12-11T21:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T00:33:41.092-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='8I is LOVEE'/><title type='text'>Last School Day of 2008</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OHIJUcNOaww/SUIA_guH-gI/AAAAAAAAAMo/1lzVUVZOgRo/s1600-h/Picture+334.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278782804346796546" style="FLOAT: left; 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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Gosh, what can I say. Well there's still one more week of school, but no one is going last week. So today was the last day for us. We've been in the same classes for the last 2 years, and starting next year, we'll be seperated T_T We've shared SOO many memories, it's really such a shame to have to be split up now. Especially when starting this year, we actually started really talking and bonding with each other. Let me take you through the day.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Period 1&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well I missed my train today (geebus so sad) Anyways when I got into school had to go find Mr Geerling to give in  my food for the party. Then we had computer maths but like our normal room was TORN APART. Like bits of computer stuff EVERYWHERE! so we went down to room 42 or something and played cards. LOLS! Oh we were playing snap first, but Mr Faulds was being a jerk about it and kept telling us off :D &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Period 2&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;PARTY TIME! (H) Everyone got in, ate food, pumped the music loud! Oh and like me and some other girls took our shoes off cause it was more comfy and stood on the table...AND DANCED! ROFLS! Was really fun! then like we took some class pictures (love the pictures btw T_T ) And then ate more :L Oh and Mr Geerling did his whole " You guys dont appreciate how lucky you are cause you have 20, 000 songs on your Ipods" and also he was all like "Yea, I'm gonna get jiggy with it. I love -looks at ipod- Lollipop" Classic! Then like we managed to get Kabir onto the table I was standing on and do his rendition of "I Kissed A Girl" and then me and Kyleen decided to give him a kiss on both cheeks while he was singing! Kabir was like pretty shocked :L (Sorry Kabir :P) Hopefully Avi will upload the clip on youtube soon :L&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Period 3 &amp;amp; 4&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;PE! we went to the school pool! but Ashley, Anh and Diem wouldn't swim :( Altogether only 13 people swam but it was still really fun. And it started running while we were swimming as well, thank god it wasn't actually cold cause Mr. Hughes got us warm in the water with like games and stuff. I didn't bring a towel or a swimming top...so I swam in my sports shirt which became freaken transparent == All in all, it was AWESOME FUN!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Period 5&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;DT! We had Mr Cologee (crap, don't know how to spell his name :L) and like we just did whatever we wanted. Which for some people meant: computer games, Counter strike (the guys ==) looking through my camera, changing the time on the clock (HA! that was me) drawing and writing on the white board or taking more pictures! Was really fun! and then at the end it was like HUG AS MUCH PEOPLE AS YOU CAN!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Period 6&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yet another bludge period! (awesome) It was theory PE!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mr Hughes: I prepared you work, but I won't go around and check it if it seems that you are working and aren't loud&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Big hint much? LOLS! Ashley, Diem, Anh and me solved the loudness of our conversations by making rolling up pieces of paper and talking through it and like 4 waying with each other xD God we're lame! Then it was home time. and it was like OMFG mix of hugs and kisses to anyone I can get my hands onto :( So sad....&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;FUCKEN 8I LOVEEEEEE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Trainnn&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well, when we got to the train station, I was still trying to hug and kiss everyone and wish them a happy holiday. Then the East Hills train came and Anh had to go and I was about to cryyy T_T Then we got onto the train, and like I can't remember how it started but I just started crying, then Ashley cried, then I ran up and down the carriage hugging everyone and crying like a kid. Then turns out that Liza and Yvy were on the train! So I ran to hug them and Liza started crying cause I was crying. Oh wait that's right, Danica made me cry! Shelly cried as well (gnaww what a cutie) But yea. When Ashley and Diem got off at Livo I cried even moree, then Veronica comforted me. Then got off at Cabra and went home :(&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;DEAR ALL YEAR 8's&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Have an AWESOMEEEEEEEEE holiday! take care and stay safe! Hope to catch up with some of you during holidays. If not then I'll see everyone next year! Merry Christmas &amp;amp; Happy New Years everyone.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Much Love,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;lisa&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;LEEK&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4229939801080017570-7409905308218044580?l=themusicplaysfortwo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themusicplaysfortwo.blogspot.com/feeds/7409905308218044580/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4229939801080017570&amp;postID=7409905308218044580' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4229939801080017570/posts/default/7409905308218044580'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4229939801080017570/posts/default/7409905308218044580'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themusicplaysfortwo.blogspot.com/2008/12/last-school-day-of-2008.html' title='Last School Day of 2008'/><author><name>LisaN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05944103319336253098</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-xY9YXQS7xoY/Tmrb4tlaiTI/AAAAAAAABhs/MJiLqabdD2M/s220/gifted-bag-black-suede-wedges-diy-thrifted-skirt-thrifted-top-dads-belt-_400.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OHIJUcNOaww/SUIA_guH-gI/AAAAAAAAAMo/1lzVUVZOgRo/s72-c/Picture+334.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4229939801080017570.post-2484343593978168970</id><published>2008-12-11T02:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T03:21:08.641-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Class 8I of 2008'/><title type='text'>Bracelet, Candy cane, Babe, assembly, free pizza, class photos</title><content type='html'>WOAH! what a day! Well first off must must MUST say a MASSIVE thankyou to Tamago Chan for making me an AWESOME AWESOME AWESOME AWESOME GORGEOUS bracelet. I think I'm officially in love with it :L Gave it to me today. It's just, really really pretty. THANKYOUUU!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Second mentionable thing was..NICK! OK! so Diem, Ashley, Anh and myself were sitting in our favourite little corner when Nick came.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Nick: Hey everyone! I got you guys candy canes. Oh shit, I forgot Israaq. Don't tell him&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;(Israaq was sitting on the ground but Nick was blind :L)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Us: Hey Nick.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Nick: Here here, Bright Blue for Anh!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;-hands blue candy cane to Anh-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Nick: Fiery Red, for Ashley.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;-hands Ashley red candy cane-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Nick: Colourful rainbow for Diem&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;-hands Diem the rainbow candy cane-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Nick: And this.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;-breaks candy cane in SEVERAL pieces-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Nick: This candy cane is like what happened to my body after I met you Lisa.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;-continues breaking it-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Nick: Yea. That's right. That's what happened to me after I met Lisa.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;-gives me the now BROKEN candy cane while I'm like laughing my ass off-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OHIJUcNOaww/SUDt2HX4wYI/AAAAAAAAAKY/Y4j_9PmFgNY/s1600-h/103_3112.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278480277226176898" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OHIJUcNOaww/SUDt2HX4wYI/AAAAAAAAAKY/Y4j_9PmFgNY/s200/103_3112.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;That, my friends, is my broken up candy cane representing Nick after he met me xD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OHIJUcNOaww/SUDvT68ZJDI/AAAAAAAAAKg/yAMU54IdqdQ/s1600-h/103_3115.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278481888797336626" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OHIJUcNOaww/SUDvT68ZJDI/AAAAAAAAAKg/yAMU54IdqdQ/s200/103_3115.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Then in Ag we watched Babe for 2 periods!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;Mr Geerling crashed our class and shared some&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;some MAN LOVE with Mr McCord!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;MAN LOVEEE&lt;/span&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;&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="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Alright, and the next thing was assembly.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Danica, Wendy and Thai performed :L&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;They were pretty good! (Y)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;Oh and like we got our reports back T_T&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&amp;amp;&amp;amp; I got my chatty certificate&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;for Christmas Mufti Day &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;"Best Dressed" award :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;And Nicholas surprised all of us.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;By shouting the WHOLE GRADE pizza!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;He got his dad to get us like.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;3852395629 pizzas!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;was AWESOME mangg!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;(thanks Nicholas again! )&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;And LAST but definitely NOT least..&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OHIJUcNOaww/SUDyjryAKdI/AAAAAAAAALI/DAbxm8yAbLI/s1600-h/103_3152.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278485458140015058" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OHIJUcNOaww/SUDyjryAKdI/AAAAAAAAALI/DAbxm8yAbLI/s200/103_3152.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OHIJUcNOaww/SUDyjG-LH5I/AAAAAAAAALA/Y3Cw3q7hbsE/s1600-h/103_3151.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278485448258953106" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OHIJUcNOaww/SUDyjG-LH5I/AAAAAAAAALA/Y3Cw3q7hbsE/s200/103_3151.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OHIJUcNOaww/SUDyi59AtkI/AAAAAAAAAK4/T_KadXb9dmA/s1600-h/103_3148.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278485444764415554" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OHIJUcNOaww/SUDyi59AtkI/AAAAAAAAAK4/T_KadXb9dmA/s200/103_3148.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OHIJUcNOaww/SUDyh0YQmCI/AAAAAAAAAKo/bVz995XSB14/s1600-h/103_3146.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278485426088220706" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OHIJUcNOaww/SUDyh0YQmCI/AAAAAAAAAKo/bVz995XSB14/s200/103_3146.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OHIJUcNOaww/SUDyiUACceI/AAAAAAAAAKw/RGiW7hDkgAI/s1600-h/103_3147.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278485434576564706" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OHIJUcNOaww/SUDyiUACceI/AAAAAAAAAKw/RGiW7hDkgAI/s200/103_3147.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Class 8I of 2008 &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;I am going to dearly miss our class next year :( We took the pictures in last period English. Damn it. Henry Clifton went home already :( But all in all. That's us. Class 8I of 2008. Good luck eveyone for next year T_T&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4229939801080017570-2484343593978168970?l=themusicplaysfortwo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themusicplaysfortwo.blogspot.com/feeds/2484343593978168970/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4229939801080017570&amp;postID=2484343593978168970' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4229939801080017570/posts/default/2484343593978168970'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4229939801080017570/posts/default/2484343593978168970'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themusicplaysfortwo.blogspot.com/2008/12/bracelet-candy-cane-babe-assembly-free.html' title='Bracelet, Candy cane, Babe, assembly, free pizza, class photos'/><author><name>LisaN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05944103319336253098</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-xY9YXQS7xoY/Tmrb4tlaiTI/AAAAAAAABhs/MJiLqabdD2M/s220/gifted-bag-black-suede-wedges-diy-thrifted-skirt-thrifted-top-dads-belt-_400.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OHIJUcNOaww/SUDt2HX4wYI/AAAAAAAAAKY/Y4j_9PmFgNY/s72-c/103_3112.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4229939801080017570.post-2318706288377860595</id><published>2008-12-08T23:56:00.003-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T01:30:58.027-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='A picture tells a thousand words'/><title type='text'>Christmas Mufti Day 2008</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I'll let the &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;pictures&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; do the explaining :L&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OHIJUcNOaww/ST41904KLrI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/9o_j689AIu8/s1600-h/103_2961.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277715149607284402" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OHIJUcNOaww/ST41904KLrI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/9o_j689AIu8/s200/103_2961.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OHIJUcNOaww/ST4zJGCverI/AAAAAAAAAJo/gW2-XDbT40s/s1600-h/103_2954.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277712044658752178" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OHIJUcNOaww/ST4zJGCverI/AAAAAAAAAJo/gW2-XDbT40s/s200/103_2954.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OHIJUcNOaww/ST4zIrat1hI/AAAAAAAAAJg/GL2xR8KUorw/s1600-h/103_2953.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277712037511550482" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OHIJUcNOaww/ST4zIrat1hI/AAAAAAAAAJg/GL2xR8KUorw/s200/103_2953.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt; 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CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OHIJUcNOaww/ST4xUSwRJRI/AAAAAAAAAIo/AvNdszbdXqM/s200/103_2976.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OHIJUcNOaww/ST4xV0k-8BI/AAAAAAAAAJA/jLi9pnT6PYk/s1600-h/103_2970.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277710064285577234" style="WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OHIJUcNOaww/ST4xV0k-8BI/AAAAAAAAAJA/jLi9pnT6PYk/s200/103_2970.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OHIJUcNOaww/ST4xWFWdUqI/AAAAAAAAAJI/DLvF9jqVlwo/s1600-h/103_2975.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277710068788056738" style="WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OHIJUcNOaww/ST4xWFWdUqI/AAAAAAAAAJI/DLvF9jqVlwo/s200/103_2975.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277708271870238610" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OHIJUcNOaww/ST4vtfT3X5I/AAAAAAAAAIQ/A1l94ObAb-U/s200/103_2943.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OHIJUcNOaww/ST4vuHxPt4I/AAAAAAAAAIg/X8nqbMK6gCw/s1600-h/103_2962.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277708282730887042" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OHIJUcNOaww/ST4vuHxPt4I/AAAAAAAAAIg/X8nqbMK6gCw/s200/103_2962.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277710055566297762" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OHIJUcNOaww/ST4xVUGJSqI/AAAAAAAAAI4/sxjZwr-VidQ/s200/103_2973.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277706137248834418" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OHIJUcNOaww/ST4txPOdo3I/AAAAAAAAAH4/kO0RZBvF3vU/s200/103_2933.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OHIJUcNOaww/ST4vskZqY2I/AAAAAAAAAIA/4Nt-O-Zv_d0/s1600-h/103_2936.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277708256056861538" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OHIJUcNOaww/ST4vskZqY2I/AAAAAAAAAIA/4Nt-O-Zv_d0/s200/103_2936.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277708264731867298" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OHIJUcNOaww/ST4vtEt8eKI/AAAAAAAAAII/ioiSyWch45A/s200/103_2940.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OHIJUcNOaww/ST4qOlCLyyI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/CbUbUnDTfNI/s1600-h/103_2919.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277702243272608546" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OHIJUcNOaww/ST4qOlCLyyI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/CbUbUnDTfNI/s200/103_2919.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OHIJUcNOaww/ST4tv8IV2KI/AAAAAAAAAHY/hGU29n5mn9A/s1600-h/103_2921.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277706114943015074" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OHIJUcNOaww/ST4tv8IV2KI/AAAAAAAAAHY/hGU29n5mn9A/s200/103_2921.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OHIJUcNOaww/ST4tw38wgnI/AAAAAAAAAHw/1a0BCobxdRI/s1600-h/103_2931.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277706131000558194" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OHIJUcNOaww/ST4tw38wgnI/AAAAAAAAAHw/1a0BCobxdRI/s200/103_2931.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OHIJUcNOaww/ST4qNqOFgnI/AAAAAAAAAG4/q8PghH4CllE/s1600-h/103_2914.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277702227484836466" style="WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OHIJUcNOaww/ST4qNqOFgnI/AAAAAAAAAG4/q8PghH4CllE/s200/103_2914.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OHIJUcNOaww/ST4qONO5mOI/AAAAAAAAAHA/QpPmPLV5ThU/s1600-h/103_2916.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277702236883491042" style="WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OHIJUcNOaww/ST4qONO5mOI/AAAAAAAAAHA/QpPmPLV5ThU/s200/103_2916.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OHIJUcNOaww/ST4twC2r8zI/AAAAAAAAAHg/bJpuVm4_4pI/s1600-h/103_2923.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277706116748014386" style="WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OHIJUcNOaww/ST4twC2r8zI/AAAAAAAAAHg/bJpuVm4_4pI/s200/103_2923.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OHIJUcNOaww/ST4vt9ACNaI/AAAAAAAAAIY/qLm4JeIY8zw/s1600-h/103_2947.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277708279840126370" style="WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OHIJUcNOaww/ST4vt9ACNaI/AAAAAAAAAIY/qLm4JeIY8zw/s200/103_2947.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OHIJUcNOaww/ST4lxwUk7ZI/AAAAAAAAAGA/mwS462hmtRg/s1600-h/103_2882.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277697350039825810" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OHIJUcNOaww/ST4lxwUk7ZI/AAAAAAAAAGA/mwS462hmtRg/s200/103_2882.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OHIJUcNOaww/ST4qOdi6ZRI/AAAAAAAAAHI/ieERW_AQrwk/s1600-h/103_2918.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277702241262396690" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OHIJUcNOaww/ST4qOdi6ZRI/AAAAAAAAAHI/ieERW_AQrwk/s200/103_2918.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OHIJUcNOaww/ST4npU6oJhI/AAAAAAAAAGo/_2GxQoyFNYA/s1600-h/103_2911.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277699404267529746" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OHIJUcNOaww/ST4npU6oJhI/AAAAAAAAAGo/_2GxQoyFNYA/s200/103_2911.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OHIJUcNOaww/ST4noBf1XCI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/Pj3KbGbXTDw/s1600-h/103_2887.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277699381875006498" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OHIJUcNOaww/ST4noBf1XCI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/Pj3KbGbXTDw/s200/103_2887.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OHIJUcNOaww/ST4qNKiOXII/AAAAAAAAAGw/tOLCeQUcD18/s1600-h/103_2913.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277702218979368066" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OHIJUcNOaww/ST4qNKiOXII/AAAAAAAAAGw/tOLCeQUcD18/s200/103_2913.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OHIJUcNOaww/ST4noSzQVII/AAAAAAAAAGY/8oS6TO47FWs/s1600-h/103_2893.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277699386519868546" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OHIJUcNOaww/ST4noSzQVII/AAAAAAAAAGY/8oS6TO47FWs/s200/103_2893.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OHIJUcNOaww/ST4lx6BXSII/AAAAAAAAAF4/GvCsF7vVEpw/s1600-h/103_2881.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277697352643594370" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OHIJUcNOaww/ST4lx6BXSII/AAAAAAAAAF4/GvCsF7vVEpw/s200/103_2881.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OHIJUcNOaww/ST4nowxqN2I/AAAAAAAAAGg/nvRwkW0_rWU/s1600-h/103_2902.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277699394566240098" style="WIDTH: 204px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OHIJUcNOaww/ST4nowxqN2I/AAAAAAAAAGg/nvRwkW0_rWU/s200/103_2902.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OHIJUcNOaww/ST4nnu60zJI/AAAAAAAAAGI/tD4oxyS9MyA/s1600-h/103_2883.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277699376887942290" style="WIDTH: 202px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OHIJUcNOaww/ST4nnu60zJI/AAAAAAAAAGI/tD4oxyS9MyA/s200/103_2883.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OHIJUcNOaww/ST4lxB_Ut4I/AAAAAAAAAFo/G1_dibibxmI/s1600-h/103_2876.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277697337602652034" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OHIJUcNOaww/ST4lxB_Ut4I/AAAAAAAAAFo/G1_dibibxmI/s200/103_2876.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OHIJUcNOaww/ST4lw9n5oOI/AAAAAAAAAFg/dXs2VprXzaI/s1600-h/103_2874.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277697336430665954" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OHIJUcNOaww/ST4lw9n5oOI/AAAAAAAAAFg/dXs2VprXzaI/s200/103_2874.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OHIJUcNOaww/ST4lxXMFAeI/AAAAAAAAAFw/JaFWb6Q7uwk/s1600-h/103_2878.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277697343293293026" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OHIJUcNOaww/ST4lxXMFAeI/AAAAAAAAAFw/JaFWb6Q7uwk/s200/103_2878.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Featured- Me, Ashley, Diem, Anh, Nick, Henry C, Big Anh, Jamie, Carmen, Bhavna, Holly, Koshila, Lil Allen, Kabir, Vincent, Mrs. Sinclair, Danica, Lizzie, Avi, Melanie, Luke, Danica, Kyleen, &lt;strong&gt;MR GEERLING!, &lt;/strong&gt;Amy, Mitchell, Veronica, Genevieve &amp;amp;&amp;amp; Alvin Chung.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&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;These aren't all the pictures yet!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;But there's just a BIT too much to post it all up :L&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Hrm..maybe I'l create a Flicker account :P&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4229939801080017570-2318706288377860595?l=themusicplaysfortwo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themusicplaysfortwo.blogspot.com/feeds/2318706288377860595/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4229939801080017570&amp;postID=2318706288377860595' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4229939801080017570/posts/default/2318706288377860595'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4229939801080017570/posts/default/2318706288377860595'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themusicplaysfortwo.blogspot.com/2008/12/christmas-mufti-day-2008.html' title='Christmas Mufti Day 2008'/><author><name>LisaN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05944103319336253098</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-xY9YXQS7xoY/Tmrb4tlaiTI/AAAAAAAABhs/MJiLqabdD2M/s220/gifted-bag-black-suede-wedges-diy-thrifted-skirt-thrifted-top-dads-belt-_400.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OHIJUcNOaww/ST41904KLrI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/9o_j689AIu8/s72-c/103_2961.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4229939801080017570.post-1470109452506377766</id><published>2008-12-08T23:50:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-17T03:08:50.288-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Merry Christmas 2008'/><title type='text'>Christmas Wish List</title><content type='html'>Update of how my wish list is going :) -nudgenudge-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. NEW PHONE- oniichan? pleaseeee&lt;br /&gt;2. Ipod- 24GB?&lt;br /&gt;3. CAMERA!- 8 megapixls at least&lt;br /&gt;4. White dress- cotton!&lt;br /&gt;5. BIG BIG BIG COLLAGE&lt;br /&gt;6. Photos- printed, around 200+ photos?&lt;br /&gt;7. Phone credit- Virgin or Voda sim&lt;br /&gt;8. Kawaii Mochimono by Aranzi Aronzo&lt;br /&gt;9. Zakka Sewing by Therese Laskey and Chika Mori&lt;br /&gt;10. Polaroid Camera- with HEAPS of film :D&lt;br /&gt;11. Dress- hrm...dresses!&lt;br /&gt;12. Stationary- Felt tip pens or ink pens, colour pencils etc.&lt;br /&gt;13. Fabrics- Vintage fabric prints, etc etc.&lt;br /&gt;14. Corkboard- with cool pins as well!&lt;br /&gt;15. Fabric Paints- I like I like&lt;br /&gt;16. School Stuff- For next year! bags, black flats etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;17. Nail colours- Thanks Lizzie! Green ;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;18. Havaianas- Colour is GOOD!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;19. Accessories- AHHAS! Thanks AT &amp;amp; KFC! watch &amp;amp; AWESOME Mickey mouse necklace from &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Japan! Oh and GORGEOUS handmade bracelet from Tamago Chan :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;20. Supernatural- Seasons 1, 2, 3 &amp;amp; 4.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;21. Hair Dye- Thanks Peter! He got me Burgundy :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;22. Rainbow Belt- Kenneth! I want your rainbow belt -grin-&lt;br /&gt;23. Christmas Bauble- Like the MASSIVE ones that are hung at Cabra! SOMEONE, steal me oneeeeeee.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;24. Flats- red, blue, purple &amp;amp; yellow? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;25. The mitten thingo- like for hair removal and dead skin removal. Painless &amp;amp; EASY!&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;Getting there :L&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4229939801080017570-1470109452506377766?l=themusicplaysfortwo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themusicplaysfortwo.blogspot.com/feeds/1470109452506377766/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4229939801080017570&amp;postID=1470109452506377766' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4229939801080017570/posts/default/1470109452506377766'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4229939801080017570/posts/default/1470109452506377766'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themusicplaysfortwo.blogspot.com/2008/12/christmas-wish-list.html' title='Christmas Wish List'/><author><name>LisaN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05944103319336253098</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-xY9YXQS7xoY/Tmrb4tlaiTI/AAAAAAAABhs/MJiLqabdD2M/s220/gifted-bag-black-suede-wedges-diy-thrifted-skirt-thrifted-top-dads-belt-_400.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4229939801080017570.post-3096016245219235024</id><published>2008-12-05T22:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-05T22:21:40.190-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Merry Christmas 2008'/><title type='text'>Christmas Sewing</title><content type='html'>Well here's a quick little post about my recent christmas sewing. I'm taking a break atm, but dont think I'll be able to do much more before I go training tonight. Anyways, for Christmas this year, I've decided to make a few goodies for my awesome friends (H):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OHIJUcNOaww/SToWmqRciUI/AAAAAAAAAFY/ceFIDRb-yas/s1600-h/103_2669.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5276554766856259906" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OHIJUcNOaww/SToWmqRciUI/AAAAAAAAAFY/ceFIDRb-yas/s200/103_2669.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;from left to right: ME!, Ash, Diem &amp;amp;&amp;amp; Anh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Yep,  that's us! OK! so back to the subject.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; anyways I was really worried the last few days&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;cause I thought I wouldn't be able to finish.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;But thank goodness, I think I'm back on track,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;infact I think I'm quite in front (H) hehehe.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;But the LONGESTTT part to the whole construction&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;just has to be cutting out the fabric.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Like really, tracing/cutting out the&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;fabric takes me AGESSSS.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Maybe cause I don't have proper cutting scissors&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;and I have to use this lil shitty one,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;or maybe cause I just drew the pattern on paper&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;and I'm using a normal pencil and ruler to trace it out,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Or it could just be all the distractions.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;BUT!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;it's the part&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;I HATE THE MOST.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I hate this part right hereeeeeeee, I just can't take your tearsssssss. I hate this part right hereeeeeeee, I hare this part right hereeeeeeeeeeee." LOLS!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;-&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="right"&gt;Sewing the things together is the BEST! I think it's just my addiction with the sewing machine....hrmmm. Gah, I really want to show pictures of what I made, or even write about what I made, but I can't or else it'll ruin the surprise for them -grrr- Well, I'll post it up soon I guess xD Oh my, better start Christmas cards as well. Maybe I AM behinde after all T_T&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4229939801080017570-3096016245219235024?l=themusicplaysfortwo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themusicplaysfortwo.blogspot.com/feeds/3096016245219235024/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4229939801080017570&amp;postID=3096016245219235024' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4229939801080017570/posts/default/3096016245219235024'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4229939801080017570/posts/default/3096016245219235024'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themusicplaysfortwo.blogspot.com/2008/12/christmas-sewing.html' title='Christmas Sewing'/><author><name>LisaN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05944103319336253098</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-xY9YXQS7xoY/Tmrb4tlaiTI/AAAAAAAABhs/MJiLqabdD2M/s220/gifted-bag-black-suede-wedges-diy-thrifted-skirt-thrifted-top-dads-belt-_400.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OHIJUcNOaww/SToWmqRciUI/AAAAAAAAAFY/ceFIDRb-yas/s72-c/103_2669.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4229939801080017570.post-966548666064411163</id><published>2008-12-04T03:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-04T03:25:44.376-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='guitarrrrrrrrr'/><title type='text'>Office Duties</title><content type='html'>Ok, so let me update you on my current status first of all. About  minutes ago I began to vomit and now I am currently feeling pretty damn dead. However I have this sudden urge to blog my day out. (although i am clearly NOT a blog addict) Anyways so here's my day :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;Today, Ashley was supposed to have &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;Office duties with Alvin Yap.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;But she didn't want to do office duties with &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;Alvin Yap.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;And Alvin Yap didn't want to do &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;office duties at all.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;Because today, we were meant to have&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;PE. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;So me and Ashley came up with&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;a MASTERPLAN so that I could take Alvin's&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;place instead.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;So after a heckfull of begging,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;the office ladies FINALLY let me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;At first period, Mr Faulds came uberly late.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;So I had to wait for him to mark me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;here before I could go to office duties ==&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Then I met up with Ashley who&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;wasnt really happy about waiting so long for me &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and  we went to the office.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;We basically spent the day&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Playing Ashley's DS,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Folding the swan things for Jen&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and watching bits of Ruby Gloom.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Oh and talking off course.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;hrm, ashley said something funny today!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Ashley: I think I lost my Ipod, Oh wait it's wedged&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;between my pads.&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="left"&gt;yea, the day was alright. Oh I finally tuned my guitar (Yayer) very proud. Hrm feeling tired now. Gonna try get some sleep :(&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4229939801080017570-966548666064411163?l=themusicplaysfortwo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themusicplaysfortwo.blogspot.com/feeds/966548666064411163/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4229939801080017570&amp;postID=966548666064411163' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4229939801080017570/posts/default/966548666064411163'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4229939801080017570/posts/default/966548666064411163'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themusicplaysfortwo.blogspot.com/2008/12/office-duties.html' title='Office Duties'/><author><name>LisaN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05944103319336253098</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-xY9YXQS7xoY/Tmrb4tlaiTI/AAAAAAAABhs/MJiLqabdD2M/s220/gifted-bag-black-suede-wedges-diy-thrifted-skirt-thrifted-top-dads-belt-_400.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4229939801080017570.post-7243770613268723347</id><published>2008-12-02T21:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-02T21:22:34.182-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pepper blowing war'/><title type='text'>SPORTSSSSSS</title><content type='html'>OK, I seriously CANNOT be bothered to post about what happened in the last few weeks (sorry sorry sorry sorry sorry ) But well today was iceskating, and we skated  bit, then like went out to the Cafe and we ate wedges and chips (gosh, how fat are we) then anyways, I got a cappuccino (woah, had to like, search up the spelling for that xD) but then I needed more sugar, so debbie and anne went to get me some..and they also took pepper --. Anyways Debbie just like dumped the pepper onto the table, and we tried blowing it at people from the table. A new game is born :D Then like Ashley retired so it was me again Anne and Anna. And like when I was about to blow it, Anne did and it like went all over me (damn you Anne, I'll get you back -stares-) and yea...we missed our train. And like we saw this woman, and her little daughters were SOO CUTE! One had like cute wavy hair and like ULTRA BLUE eyes, and the other was cute as well with like SUPER CURLS! (looked like an afro-ish :L) but but yea they were cute. Danica was with Jabbana today ;) i have pictures to prove it :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yea, like today, The same senior guy that told me my bag was opened twice before...told me my bag was open...again -cries- I feel like such a klutz, in fact, I probably made my self seem like a klutz as well T_T Well hopefylly, third time lucky right? Here's what happened:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;-me and Ashley walking down the stairs to get into school, soft tap on my shoulder and I turn around-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;Senior guy:Oh!Hi. Um your bag is opened....again.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;Me: -sigh- Shit, thanks....again &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;Ashley: -gives me a look and LAUGHS-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;Me: Um thanks, again.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;Senior Guy: It's OK.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; Oh it's mufti next Tuesday. Christmas themed! YAYER!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Hrm, wonder what to wear.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Shall give out free&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;hugs that day -grin-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4229939801080017570-7243770613268723347?l=themusicplaysfortwo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themusicplaysfortwo.blogspot.com/feeds/7243770613268723347/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4229939801080017570&amp;postID=7243770613268723347' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4229939801080017570/posts/default/7243770613268723347'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4229939801080017570/posts/default/7243770613268723347'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themusicplaysfortwo.blogspot.com/2008/12/sportssssss.html' title='SPORTSSSSSS'/><author><name>LisaN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05944103319336253098</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-xY9YXQS7xoY/Tmrb4tlaiTI/AAAAAAAABhs/MJiLqabdD2M/s220/gifted-bag-black-suede-wedges-diy-thrifted-skirt-thrifted-top-dads-belt-_400.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4229939801080017570.post-6652293958051868962</id><published>2008-11-20T03:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-20T03:44:52.231-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Vintage Esprite Dress'/><title type='text'>First Try with Refashioning</title><content type='html'>Well this is gonna be a SUPER QUICK POST! since im supposed to be studying for exams tomorrow. LOLS! anyways basically for those who are close to be, you guys should know that really deep down, im the really crafty type of girl. And I LOVEE making things on the sewingmachine. So here's my first attempt of refashioning something :)&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OHIJUcNOaww/SSVIusd8FKI/AAAAAAAAAEY/q2GZkmgnYZU/s1600-h/103_2226.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270698905954948258" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OHIJUcNOaww/SSVIusd8FKI/AAAAAAAAAEY/q2GZkmgnYZU/s200/103_2226.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OHIJUcNOaww/SSVHGYUFXoI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/U1xlLwirjnA/s1600-h/103_2228.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270697113838509698" style="WIDTH: 207px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 147px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OHIJUcNOaww/SSVHGYUFXoI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/U1xlLwirjnA/s320/103_2228.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;"This is how it started. My mum found it hidden in her wardrobe one day and i REALLY REALLY REALLY liked the print on it. But it was so bloody long ==" So off I went, to the sewing machine &gt;=)"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OHIJUcNOaww/SSVJvfnui3I/AAAAAAAAAEg/sYnBfarkq7c/s1600-h/103_2230.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270700019197840242" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OHIJUcNOaww/SSVJvfnui3I/AAAAAAAAAEg/sYnBfarkq7c/s200/103_2230.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OHIJUcNOaww/SSVLL15ixKI/AAAAAAAAAEo/QUaK7KICqVs/s1600-h/103_2235.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270701605726110882" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OHIJUcNOaww/SSVLL15ixKI/AAAAAAAAAEo/QUaK7KICqVs/s200/103_2235.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;"The pictures were just to prove that i actually did it by myself :)"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OHIJUcNOaww/SSVMDZ410_I/AAAAAAAAAEw/iIEMYlQhUOg/s1600-h/103_2240.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270702560279647218" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OHIJUcNOaww/SSVMDZ410_I/AAAAAAAAAEw/iIEMYlQhUOg/s200/103_2240.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OHIJUcNOaww/SSVM3LqScpI/AAAAAAAAAE4/MsMGSLdUHqU/s1600-h/103_2244.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270703449813709458" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OHIJUcNOaww/SSVM3LqScpI/AAAAAAAAAE4/MsMGSLdUHqU/s200/103_2244.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;"End result :) Oh the belt is just there cause it looked good-ish! LOLS! So yea! First try. Might wear it out this weeked."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;PS. Did I mention, I think it's like a vintage dress. It's Esprite btw :)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4229939801080017570-6652293958051868962?l=themusicplaysfortwo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themusicplaysfortwo.blogspot.com/feeds/6652293958051868962/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4229939801080017570&amp;postID=6652293958051868962' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4229939801080017570/posts/default/6652293958051868962'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4229939801080017570/posts/default/6652293958051868962'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themusicplaysfortwo.blogspot.com/2008/11/first-try-with-refashioning.html' title='First Try with Refashioning'/><author><name>LisaN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05944103319336253098</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-xY9YXQS7xoY/Tmrb4tlaiTI/AAAAAAAABhs/MJiLqabdD2M/s220/gifted-bag-black-suede-wedges-diy-thrifted-skirt-thrifted-top-dads-belt-_400.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OHIJUcNOaww/SSVIusd8FKI/AAAAAAAAAEY/q2GZkmgnYZU/s72-c/103_2226.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4229939801080017570.post-3264645199151085766</id><published>2008-11-15T03:02:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-15T03:22:10.119-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Super Gelato Challenge'/><title type='text'>Training? What training?</title><content type='html'>Well today my mummy was being lazy so she didn't want to take me to DT for XMA training today, so my awesome brother from another mother Josh agreed to take me :)&lt;br /&gt;Well when we got there, Anh Duy and Charles were just lying around then Chi Khanh , and none of us felt like training. So we all decided to go out and eat, somewhere! Well once again me and Josh got in a fight :L so he wouldnt take me on his car -stares- so I went Anh Duy's car with Charles and Andrew. Oh and Charles was dragging me to the car backwards and I stepped on his feet and tripped and fell backwards on my ass == Woopdeedoo clumsy me again. We decided to go Canley Heights to eat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;So now after finding parking we decided to go Santos&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;to eat. Italian pizza, pasta kinda place.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;Went to eat on their little outside space thingo. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;Me and Charles shared a pizzza Marinara.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;Josh and Anh Duy had some Basciola &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;Chi Khanh had Salmon pruscetta&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;Andrew had some fettucine thingo with HEAPS of cream.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Guess the food was alright.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;But Josh claims that some other place was better.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;[note: Onii you better take me there one day]&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Oh and Anh Duy got a cappucino&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Josh and Chi Khanh got lemon lime bitters&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And Charles got a cocktail called....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;"slide your thigh"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I think.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I just scabbed the cocktail :L&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Oh and had some lemon lime bitters :)&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="left"&gt;So after we finished our food [note: stupid Charles, made me eat most the Pizza]&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;We decided we wanted some dessert.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Well they had this "Super Sunday" thingo mabobby.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Basically 7 GIANT scoops of different flavoured Gelato.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;And they said NO ONE has ever finished it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Well in true spirit of DT.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;We decided to take it to the test and ordered it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Although the waitress kept trying to warn us not to :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;She said, if we finish it, we'll get our pictures hung up!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;LOLS! We finished it NO PROBLEMS! but she didn't have a camera ==&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;WOOHOO! DT IS FAMOUS FOR EATING ICECREAM! xD&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;Well after sitting there for a while, we decided &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;to ask if we could order another one&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;and if we finish it,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;if we can get it for free.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;The waitress called her boss.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;But he didn't let us,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;he said it costed too much &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;-rolls eyes- party pooper :P&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;So afterwards, we decided to go back &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;to DT and train a bit.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;My shoelace went untied =(&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;so I got Onii to piggy back me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Cause I don't like tying my shoelace&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;in public ^^&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Then Anh Duy stole my shoe and &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;tied it on this street sign thingo ==&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;So then I had to go on Onii's car back.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Since Anh Duy locked the doors. &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="left"&gt;Well when we got back to DT we didn't do much. BUT BUT! I was fighting with Josh again. HE BIT MY CHEEKS! :o like BOTH of them -grrrr- it hurts now -rubs cheeks- Then Anh Duy tackled me a few times. Then i FINALLY bit Josh back! (H) He gave me one free bite to be truce. HEHEHEHEHEHE! niceeee. Then we all went home. Josh gave me a lift again! [note: Dear Onii, I still have short term memory ;) ] He pinched my cheeks when he was driving...yep, he drove with one hand ==&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;Well that's basically it ^^&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;Was really fun though.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;Oh Josh had these mind games.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;I still don't get it -cries-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;Probably never will &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;hrmph.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Here's a llamma&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;There's a llama&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;And another little llama&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Fuzzy llama&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Funny llama&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Llama llama DUCK!"&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/4229939801080017570-3264645199151085766?l=themusicplaysfortwo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themusicplaysfortwo.blogspot.com/feeds/3264645199151085766/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4229939801080017570&amp;postID=3264645199151085766' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4229939801080017570/posts/default/3264645199151085766'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4229939801080017570/posts/default/3264645199151085766'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themusicplaysfortwo.blogspot.com/2008/11/training-what-training.html' title='Training? What training?'/><author><name>LisaN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05944103319336253098</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-xY9YXQS7xoY/Tmrb4tlaiTI/AAAAAAAABhs/MJiLqabdD2M/s220/gifted-bag-black-suede-wedges-diy-thrifted-skirt-thrifted-top-dads-belt-_400.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4229939801080017570.post-2765761465292004376</id><published>2008-11-12T03:30:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-15T03:01:58.364-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='It must be love'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><title type='text'>Superpig + Kenneth = LOVEE!</title><content type='html'>&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5267732659696342562" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 312px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 168px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OHIJUcNOaww/SRq-8cDsliI/AAAAAAAAAEI/N-dQlIK9S5w/s320/image1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Alright so let me start at the beginning. Who IS superpig? It's this super "unique" chick at the library. She's erm..VERY unique. And this is her love story with...KENNETH! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;"One fine day, Kenneth walked into the library, his mind racing on what subjects he needed to do work for today. He sat down at a little table and began unpacking. Little did he know, this was the moment his life would change...FOREVER! Sitting a few tables away was...&lt;strong&gt;SUPERPIG. &lt;/strong&gt;She was strong, masculine, "unique" and totally single. As soon as she saw him, she knew that HE was the one. She sat there staring at him, as he concentrated on his work, oblivious to the fact that she was there. Suddenly, he looked up, and for the first time, his chinky eyes looked at her. It was LOVEEEEEE! She decided to be brave, so she took her things and sat closer to him. After the first 5 minutes he stood up and moved. "NO" she thought. She wasn't gonna let the love of her life to get away like that. She decided to follow him. He moved around a few more times, she followed. Love had NO boundaries you know. For the days, she went to the library, just HOPING that she'll see him again. She did. And one day, decided to make her move:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;-&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;SUPERPIG: "Hi, I've been watching you for a long time, and i really like you."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;Kenneth: "OMG! no way, I LIKE YOU TOO!"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;SUPERPIG: "Will you go out with me? be my bf? look after me?"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;Kenneth: "YES YES YES!"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;THIS, was the beginning of something new. However, Kenneth never told his friends about any of this. Except for his AWESOME BEST BUDDY IN THE WHOLE WIDE WORLD....lisaLEEK!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;-&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;A few years later, Kenneth and SUPERPIG got married. The following year, they had their first child, whom Kenneth names "Fugly" In the next 2 years, they had two other kids, "Fuglier" and "Fugliest". Kenneth wanted 7 kidsd off course, but SUPERPIG couldn't handle it.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;-&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;Above is their happy family potrait. You can see that all three of their kids have Kenneth's chinky eyes. And some have the characteristics of SUPERPIG.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;-&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;And they all lived happily ever after."&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/4229939801080017570-2765761465292004376?l=themusicplaysfortwo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themusicplaysfortwo.blogspot.com/feeds/2765761465292004376/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4229939801080017570&amp;postID=2765761465292004376' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4229939801080017570/posts/default/2765761465292004376'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4229939801080017570/posts/default/2765761465292004376'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themusicplaysfortwo.blogspot.com/2008/11/superpig-kenneth-lovee.html' title='Superpig + Kenneth = LOVEE!'/><author><name>LisaN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05944103319336253098</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-xY9YXQS7xoY/Tmrb4tlaiTI/AAAAAAAABhs/MJiLqabdD2M/s220/gifted-bag-black-suede-wedges-diy-thrifted-skirt-thrifted-top-dads-belt-_400.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OHIJUcNOaww/SRq-8cDsliI/AAAAAAAAAEI/N-dQlIK9S5w/s72-c/image1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4229939801080017570.post-1202602492562434097</id><published>2008-11-12T03:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-12T03:30:16.330-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Tug-Of-War'/><title type='text'>Jump Your Heart Out</title><content type='html'>SOOOO..today was jump rope for heart day. And to be honest, it was CRAZY AWESOME! I don't think I've had that much fun at school for heaps long :L Was kinda dreading it this morning. I mean skipping for 3 periods? oh gosh. But this is what happened.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Period 1 &amp;amp;&amp;amp; 2&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So after roll call, all year 7's, &lt;u&gt;8's&lt;/u&gt; and 9's met down at the oval where we then seperated into our year groups. There were 3 skipping activities set around the oval: Choreography (where you "Choreograph" some kinda skipping thingo to the music), Free Skip (self explanatory) and Skipping Skills (don't ask, didn't even GET there :L )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Year 8's went to Choreography first. Basically we just skipped. Like wth choreograph? pfft. Was pretty fun. The guys SUCK, no joke :L&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we moved on to Free Skip. Skipped for a bit but it was really boring. So like I think Anh came up with the idea of Tug-Of-War. And some of the guys came over. So we tied this skipping rope in the middle of another so we knew where centre was. It was between girls and guys. But as soon as we started pulling, the skipping rope started stretching and we were all like "Shit, let go it's gonna snap" then we all decided we needed a proper rope. Then quite coincidently enough, we looked around and BAM! Alvin Chung was holding rope. Someone goes "HIS GOT ROPE!" and like the whole group of like what, 20+ of us all like rush up to Alvin Chung (poor him, mustev been shocked, I mean a whole crowd of people walking towards him) anyways, we like grabbed it from him :L And like yea. GIRLS WON! then ALL the guys came, so it was like 8357q983750 guys to like 10 girls. Then Nicholas came to our team and we won a few and lost a few. It was SOO FUN!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh but NO! the story didn't end there. Out of nowhere Mr Hundt (and his MASSIVE beer belly) comes trudging towards us:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"alright ALL of you follow me"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and we all follow him. He takes us to near the edge of the oval and makes us line up and spread out in our lines. Then makes us do star jumps,, frog jumps, squats, pushups and this ab excercise thing and we're like DYING! Just cause we were playing Tug-Of-War instead of skipping. hrmph. Was worth it though :L&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we went took a drink and SOMEWHERE along the line a started a LITTLE water fight. ;)&lt;br /&gt;ahhas! NICHOLAS IS SUCH A BITCH! fully wet me but it's ok cause now we are TRUCE! right right? Then afterwards it was pretty much boring and we had recess. &lt;strong&gt;-&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Period 3&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well all I did for this period was....wait in line for me sausage sandwich (free :D ) and watch people do the skip off crap and pay money to cash register. Boring -yawns-&lt;br /&gt;Didn't iceskate much today. Was too cold and i didnt bring my jumper =( Played with Ashley's DS. TAIKO NO TATSUJI FTW!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well yea that's pretty much it :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4229939801080017570-1202602492562434097?l=themusicplaysfortwo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themusicplaysfortwo.blogspot.com/feeds/1202602492562434097/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4229939801080017570&amp;postID=1202602492562434097' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4229939801080017570/posts/default/1202602492562434097'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4229939801080017570/posts/default/1202602492562434097'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themusicplaysfortwo.blogspot.com/2008/11/jump-your-hear-out.html' title='Jump Your Heart Out'/><author><name>LisaN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05944103319336253098</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-xY9YXQS7xoY/Tmrb4tlaiTI/AAAAAAAABhs/MJiLqabdD2M/s220/gifted-bag-black-suede-wedges-diy-thrifted-skirt-thrifted-top-dads-belt-_400.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4229939801080017570.post-7492910885992720778</id><published>2008-11-11T00:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-11T01:27:21.920-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='kenneth&apos;s UNIQUE GF'/><title type='text'>Debating Comp 2008</title><content type='html'>Well today was the Janene Best Memorial Debating comp and the Year 8's had to watch. Wasn't that bad, no work all day baby! (H) Well I watched 4 Debates altogether:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Sydney Tech vs. ________ (I can't remember == )&lt;br /&gt;2. Sydney Tech vs. Smith Hills&lt;br /&gt;3. Caringbah vs. North Sydney Girls&lt;br /&gt;4. FINALS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sorry can't remember school names. Finals was like Caringbah and some other school. Caringbah won. ==&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;quotes:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"And these child stars then fail in life and become....HOBOS"&lt;br /&gt;"Do you even watch TV?" (note this is a rebutal)&lt;br /&gt;"Well the beginning of the ad isn't going to say "note kids don't watch this, it's aimed at your parents"&lt;br /&gt;"Well in this debate we went from Britney Spears to hobos....even though there isn't much of a difference i believe"&lt;br /&gt;"And the affirmative is just simply using big words to make themselves FEEL big"&lt;br /&gt;"The affirmative team said that the obesity rate was over 50% when really it's over 60%"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and and like Vincent let me borrow his DS to play Taiko no Tatsuji! (H) it's this drumming game. Like DDR but but drum style? It's really hard to explain but basically it's AWESOME! [note: I'm not weird -stares- it is SERIOUSLY awesome!!]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hrm library was normal today. Saw Tri and Wattanak (stupid Wattanak wouldn't give me a proper hug -hrmph-) And Kenneth went today as well. Saw his gf again ;) SHE IS SOO UNIQUE MAN! like woah, UNIQUE! You get me Kenneth? AHHAS!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Walked home today =) Such a good girl aye? :L&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4229939801080017570-7492910885992720778?l=themusicplaysfortwo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themusicplaysfortwo.blogspot.com/feeds/7492910885992720778/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4229939801080017570&amp;postID=7492910885992720778' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4229939801080017570/posts/default/7492910885992720778'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4229939801080017570/posts/default/7492910885992720778'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themusicplaysfortwo.blogspot.com/2008/11/debating-comp-2008.html' title='Debating Comp 2008'/><author><name>LisaN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05944103319336253098</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-xY9YXQS7xoY/Tmrb4tlaiTI/AAAAAAAABhs/MJiLqabdD2M/s220/gifted-bag-black-suede-wedges-diy-thrifted-skirt-thrifted-top-dads-belt-_400.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4229939801080017570.post-612208901259798667</id><published>2008-11-09T03:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-09T03:40:30.123-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Watch me GROW'/><title type='text'>Baby Pictures</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OHIJUcNOaww/SRbLLL72KUI/AAAAAAAAAEA/huVNt5w4EcQ/s1600-h/karate+kid.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5266620207299176770" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OHIJUcNOaww/SRbLLL72KUI/AAAAAAAAAEA/huVNt5w4EcQ/s320/karate+kid.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OHIJUcNOaww/SRbKpUcu3pI/AAAAAAAAAD4/9OAQaRUORdg/s1600-h/hoodie,+fully+gangster.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5266619625469042322" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OHIJUcNOaww/SRbKpUcu3pI/AAAAAAAAAD4/9OAQaRUORdg/s320/hoodie,+fully+gangster.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OHIJUcNOaww/SRbKpfDnBMI/AAAAAAAAADw/WgGIxZIQ2yo/s1600-h/lala.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5266619628316460226" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OHIJUcNOaww/SRbKpfDnBMI/AAAAAAAAADw/WgGIxZIQ2yo/s320/lala.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OHIJUcNOaww/SRbJuPvOz7I/AAAAAAAAADo/SFSjZtXySqA/s1600-h/image1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5266618610592174002" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OHIJUcNOaww/SRbJuPvOz7I/AAAAAAAAADo/SFSjZtXySqA/s320/image1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OHIJUcNOaww/SRbJt8cGlaI/AAAAAAAAADg/hhkl414qgTI/s1600-h/hide+and+seek.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5266618605411669410" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OHIJUcNOaww/SRbJt8cGlaI/AAAAAAAAADg/hhkl414qgTI/s320/hide+and+seek.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OHIJUcNOaww/SRbJt8vms6I/AAAAAAAAADY/cdyYqDDMFJM/s1600-h/favourite+dresses.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5266618605493466018" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OHIJUcNOaww/SRbJt8vms6I/AAAAAAAAADY/cdyYqDDMFJM/s320/favourite+dresses.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OHIJUcNOaww/SRbJt8xpXgI/AAAAAAAAADQ/hbFvl3O9vXE/s1600-h/doll.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5266618605502029314" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OHIJUcNOaww/SRbJt8xpXgI/AAAAAAAAADQ/hbFvl3O9vXE/s320/doll.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OHIJUcNOaww/SRbJYSrtl-I/AAAAAAAAADI/yNo5M5_XZOo/s1600-h/that%27s+my+ridee.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OHIJUcNOaww/SRbJYCp3Y-I/AAAAAAAAADA/R4daN3sYTOc/s1600-h/vroom+vroom.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5266618229122884578" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OHIJUcNOaww/SRbJYCp3Y-I/AAAAAAAAADA/R4daN3sYTOc/s320/vroom+vroom.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OHIJUcNOaww/SRbJYFWH6hI/AAAAAAAAAC4/hn8N5g1DE44/s1600-h/windy+days.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5266618229845387794" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OHIJUcNOaww/SRbJYFWH6hI/AAAAAAAAAC4/hn8N5g1DE44/s320/windy+days.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OHIJUcNOaww/SRbJX6YLe5I/AAAAAAAAACw/MQkTHopnDPg/s1600-h/Yarraville.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5266618226901220242" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OHIJUcNOaww/SRbJX6YLe5I/AAAAAAAAACw/MQkTHopnDPg/s320/Yarraville.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OHIJUcNOaww/SRbI667lIaI/AAAAAAAAACo/oBG1EUfZ1kQ/s1600-h/that%27s+my+ridee.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5266617728833495458" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OHIJUcNOaww/SRbI667lIaI/AAAAAAAAACo/oBG1EUfZ1kQ/s320/that%27s+my+ridee.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OHIJUcNOaww/SRbI6jZJp-I/AAAAAAAAACg/a-HF1aU2ckc/s1600-h/swinging+on+the+gates.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5266617722515072994" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OHIJUcNOaww/SRbI6jZJp-I/AAAAAAAAACg/a-HF1aU2ckc/s320/swinging+on+the+gates.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OHIJUcNOaww/SRbI6D_4qUI/AAAAAAAAACY/rmTFVNI7A6s/s1600-h/short+legs.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5266617714087602498" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OHIJUcNOaww/SRbI6D_4qUI/AAAAAAAAACY/rmTFVNI7A6s/s320/short+legs.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OHIJUcNOaww/SRbI6HcbztI/AAAAAAAAACQ/4qf5ExgJ3no/s1600-h/pink+dress.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5266617715012652754" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OHIJUcNOaww/SRbI6HcbztI/AAAAAAAAACQ/4qf5ExgJ3no/s320/pink+dress.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;pictures:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;First Martial Arts grading EVER! Taekwondo white belt =)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;HOODIES BRUH! fully gangsters (H)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;My favourite dress -blush-&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I like my headband :L&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Hide and Seek anyone?&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Take two of my favourite dress :D&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;First trip back to Vietnam&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;HEHE! that's my ride! I'm on the right btw &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I like this picture. Some old shed?&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Sunny days baby!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I'm so rebel. I ride my car BACKWARD!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Swinging on the gates :)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Oh god. My legs are the same length as the step ==&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Also a favourite dress...looks vintage &lt;3&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4229939801080017570-612208901259798667?l=themusicplaysfortwo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themusicplaysfortwo.blogspot.com/feeds/612208901259798667/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4229939801080017570&amp;postID=612208901259798667' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4229939801080017570/posts/default/612208901259798667'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4229939801080017570/posts/default/612208901259798667'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themusicplaysfortwo.blogspot.com/2008/11/baby-pictures.html' title='Baby Pictures'/><author><name>LisaN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05944103319336253098</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-xY9YXQS7xoY/Tmrb4tlaiTI/AAAAAAAABhs/MJiLqabdD2M/s220/gifted-bag-black-suede-wedges-diy-thrifted-skirt-thrifted-top-dads-belt-_400.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OHIJUcNOaww/SRbLLL72KUI/AAAAAAAAAEA/huVNt5w4EcQ/s72-c/karate+kid.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4229939801080017570.post-830227847588573671</id><published>2008-11-09T01:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-09T02:58:18.786-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Beef Balls'/><title type='text'>Days go by</title><content type='html'>Oh well I dnt remember much...yes i have bad memories &gt;&lt; shush.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well yday instead of XMA we went to eat PHO! Me and my bro got there and like NO ONE was there..except David Le and he was SOO happy to see us :L Then the people came back and we all went to eat at Pho Hien at Canley Heights. Since there weren't enough space on the table, Charles, me, Nakatsu, David Le and Andrew sat on seperate table. Well Nakatsu had fried rice, Andrew had Com Tam Bi Suong, me and David Le had beef ball pho and Charles had his beer and Mixed Pho with the whole lot. All through dinner they guys were talking about abo jokes (so sorry if i offend anyone i dont mean bad and and i wasnt making the jokes) Anyways it was REALLY FUN!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today hapkido was normal. Chu Tan took the class. Mummy came! Tina was talking on the phone with -winkwink- AHHAS! me and blackie full go in and ruin her moment :L Erm, me, Nakatsu and Blackie were talking about "duckies" :L! and then we went into the hall and we played this game thingy with Kenneth. Like there was a piece of tissue in the middle then we all like took two times to "blow" at it and like the winner was a good blower :L Nakatsu won. It's a sign :L erm then I wrestled Kenneth for a while :L (scratched me -stares-) erm erm mostly just messed around the whole afternoon. Oniichan took me home ^^ erm yea. Pretty fun! Oh yea i left my phone at DT &gt;&lt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well I just picked out 21 of my favourite baby pictures to show the rest of the girls tomorrows! ^^ Might scan some if i cbb! then like post some of them up! Sounds good :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and on Friday I spent the library session with Nakatsu and Kenneth! So fun! We saw Kenneth's "&lt;em&gt;unique&lt;/em&gt;" girlfriend -winkwink- and and they picked on me == But whatever! IT WAS SOO FUN! Love you guys :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well that's it for now :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4229939801080017570-830227847588573671?l=themusicplaysfortwo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themusicplaysfortwo.blogspot.com/feeds/830227847588573671/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4229939801080017570&amp;postID=830227847588573671' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4229939801080017570/posts/default/830227847588573671'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4229939801080017570/posts/default/830227847588573671'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themusicplaysfortwo.blogspot.com/2008/11/days-go-by.html' title='Days go by'/><author><name>LisaN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05944103319336253098</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-xY9YXQS7xoY/Tmrb4tlaiTI/AAAAAAAABhs/MJiLqabdD2M/s220/gifted-bag-black-suede-wedges-diy-thrifted-skirt-thrifted-top-dads-belt-_400.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4229939801080017570.post-3502700949885280756</id><published>2008-11-05T02:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-05T03:05:21.077-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Birthdays, legal sex, jelly and red pen</title><content type='html'>Well it was Ashley's birthday on Monday, so this was how it all started. On the night before (Sunday) I talked to Ashley on msn:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me: Hey Ashley. Happy Early Birthday Ashley ^^&lt;br /&gt;Ashley: Thanks ^^&lt;br /&gt;me: Oh yea, I couldn't get you anything...sorry =(&lt;br /&gt;Ashley: Oh, it's ok, I didn't expect much from you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;gahh that was like soo cut &lt;/3 But it's OK! you know why? Cause i was gonna prove that mofo wrong since i was already prepared to get her the BEST meaningful present ever. Collage of 08' memories bro (H) Well anyways next day I was on the train waiting for Ashley, and like when she got on, I gave her a hug and all then gave her my present. So what did that woman do? she CRIED and you know what I did? I cried with her, you know why? CAUSE SEEING HER SOO UPSET MADE ME UPSET. you get me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well then we went into school, and she got the rest of her presents in the library, had another cry there -rolls eyes- then blah blah. The fun was at lunch, I had present II to give her! it involved wrapping "someone" in newspaper -coughlawrencecough- and then gave him to her ;)&lt;br /&gt;muahaha! nice much? (H)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and on saturday I was talking to Debbie somewhere..can't remember:&lt;br /&gt;me: OMG! In two years im gonna be 16 TT&lt;br /&gt;Debbie: It's OK! Legal Sex!&lt;br /&gt;-ROFLMAOSS!-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hrm Monday was my 15th day at the library. And true to his words, Vincent shouted me Happy Cup on Tuesday! (thanks Vincent) Oh well since I wanted to waste his money yea, I put like 3 types of Jelly in it so like half the cup was jelly =9! But but then when I finished all the milk tea there was like SOO much jelly still left. So I decided to like eat it up in the library. But like i could'nt really do it well so i kinda scooped it up one at a time...LOLS! BUT THEN! Kenneth and Jessica being such a MEANN PERSON decided to take my Jelly (with the help of Baby Jessica off course) and ATED IT! -cries- NOOOOOO! TT he was soo meannn! -stares-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hrm today at the library Oniichan and Kenneth came. And for some reason i was talking about how forgetful and clumsy i was. And i was telling them how like somtimes i would like lose my pen for no reason and used me red pen for an example. Next thing i know..I did lose it == Spent like 5240582858 hours looking for it &gt;&lt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I found it again..(oniichan took it -stares-) and then afterwards..like 30mins later I lost it again...then I gave up. And just before i left...KENNETH FINALLY GAVE IT BACK TO ME! fucker -stares- Well he told me that Josh was the mastermind behinde it all....EVEN WHEN JOSH SWORE ON HIS MUM HE DOESNT KNOW WHERE MY PEN WENT AND DIDNT HAVER IT. such a bitch&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oniichan: Well I have to say "Swear on my mum" not "swear on &lt;strong&gt;ma&lt;/strong&gt; mum", there's a difference.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pssh pssh liar! LIARR!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4229939801080017570-3502700949885280756?l=themusicplaysfortwo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themusicplaysfortwo.blogspot.com/feeds/3502700949885280756/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4229939801080017570&amp;postID=3502700949885280756' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4229939801080017570/posts/default/3502700949885280756'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4229939801080017570/posts/default/3502700949885280756'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themusicplaysfortwo.blogspot.com/2008/11/birthdays-legal-sex-jelly-and-red-pen.html' title='Birthdays, legal sex, jelly and red pen'/><author><name>LisaN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05944103319336253098</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-xY9YXQS7xoY/Tmrb4tlaiTI/AAAAAAAABhs/MJiLqabdD2M/s220/gifted-bag-black-suede-wedges-diy-thrifted-skirt-thrifted-top-dads-belt-_400.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4229939801080017570.post-4267887892226395037</id><published>2008-11-02T23:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-02T23:53:59.401-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Birthday Happy Ashley'/><title type='text'>Oh Dear Ashley</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OHIJUcNOaww/SQ6txr_0kwI/AAAAAAAAABA/y5EHeMUr8S4/s1600-h/garigbiawuegb.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264336083578295042" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OHIJUcNOaww/SQ6txr_0kwI/AAAAAAAAABA/y5EHeMUr8S4/s320/garigbiawuegb.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OHIJUcNOaww/SQ6tNp_apUI/AAAAAAAAAA4/j5cWK2f-NlU/s1600-h/890338299a7684236264l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264335464564434242" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 241px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OHIJUcNOaww/SQ6tNp_apUI/AAAAAAAAAA4/j5cWK2f-NlU/s320/890338299a7684236264l.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Dear Ashley,&lt;br /&gt;Do you remember what we were doing this time last year for your birthday? I do. Eating buffet at Livo at the rugby club place. AHHAS! Remember how we managed to go in without an adult? And then the guard told us, if anyone asked, our "mum" was in the toilets? That was so funny, we got a plate and put everything we didn't like on it for "mum" Then we walked out looking really suss, and me being so "smart" decided to make a run for it as soon as we got out....ironically across the lawn that you weren't supposed to walk on. &lt;strong&gt;"&lt;em&gt;The Forbidden Lawn"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we got back to your house, and played singstar, and I was throwing your stress balls at you to relieve my stress? LOLS! and then we ate samosas and your birthday cake. Your candles were AWESOME! and I was like soo totally pro at keeping my candle alight, so Anh and Diem being SOO jealous tried to blow it out! those noobs :L (note: your mum still thinks I'm "naughty" ==)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways. Ashley. I really do hope you liked your collage I made. Oh, and part II as well ;)&lt;br /&gt;I'll always be older than you Ashley, and wayyyy more mature ;) NO NO! I'm kidding, maybe not more mature. But the fact is, I'll always be here for you. Giving you all my shitboxxy advices, or just listening to you be a moody worry wart babbling about your guilt, crying with you when you happen to cry (then off course I'll tell you off for making me cry..) but WHATEVER! ahhas! And I know that YOU'LL be there for me, listening to my "muddles" and solving them for me...kinda, and off course being the true friend that you are. So in turn I'll do the same for you. &lt;strong&gt;Promise. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So Ashley, enjoy being 14. Enjoy every hour, every minute and every second of the next year and all the following years. Cause in those few small seconds, the &lt;em&gt;best&lt;/em&gt; memories are going to be made. We don't remember moments, we remember memories. So then Diem, Anh and me will continue making those memories with you. Happy 14th Birthday Ashley Wu. May all the best come for you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"So as our lives change,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Come whatever&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;We will &lt;strong&gt;still&lt;/strong&gt; be&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Friends...&lt;u&gt;forever&lt;/u&gt;"&lt;/em&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/4229939801080017570-4267887892226395037?l=themusicplaysfortwo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themusicplaysfortwo.blogspot.com/feeds/4267887892226395037/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4229939801080017570&amp;postID=4267887892226395037' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4229939801080017570/posts/default/4267887892226395037'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4229939801080017570/posts/default/4267887892226395037'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themusicplaysfortwo.blogspot.com/2008/11/oh-dear-ashley.html' title='Oh Dear Ashley'/><author><name>LisaN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05944103319336253098</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-xY9YXQS7xoY/Tmrb4tlaiTI/AAAAAAAABhs/MJiLqabdD2M/s220/gifted-bag-black-suede-wedges-diy-thrifted-skirt-thrifted-top-dads-belt-_400.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OHIJUcNOaww/SQ6txr_0kwI/AAAAAAAAABA/y5EHeMUr8S4/s72-c/garigbiawuegb.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4229939801080017570.post-3633018949487539049</id><published>2008-11-01T16:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-01T16:21:02.351-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Do You Catch A Breath When I Look At You?'/><title type='text'>David Archuleta- Crush</title><content type='html'>Cute song =3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hung up the phone tonight&lt;br /&gt;Something happened for the first time deep inside&lt;br /&gt;It was a rush, what a rush&lt;br /&gt;Cause the possibility&lt;br /&gt;That you would ever feel the same way about me&lt;br /&gt;It's just too much, just too much&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why do I keep running from the truth?&lt;br /&gt;All I ever think about is you&lt;br /&gt;You got me hypnotized, so mesmerized&lt;br /&gt;And I've just got to know&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you ever think when you're all alone&lt;br /&gt;All that we can be, where this thing can go?&lt;br /&gt;Am I crazy or falling in love?&lt;br /&gt;Is it real or just another crush?&lt;br /&gt;Do you catch a breath when I look at you?&lt;br /&gt;Are you holding back like the way I do?'&lt;br /&gt;Cause I'm trying and trying to walk away&lt;br /&gt;But I know this crush ain't going away&lt;br /&gt;Going away&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Has it ever crossed your mind&lt;br /&gt;When we're hanging, spending time girl,&lt;br /&gt;Are we just friends?&lt;br /&gt;Is there more, is there more?&lt;br /&gt;See it's a chance we've gotta take&lt;br /&gt;Cause I believe that we can make this into something,&lt;br /&gt; that will last&lt;br /&gt;Last forever, forever&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you ever think when you're all alone&lt;br /&gt;All that we can be, where this thing can go?&lt;br /&gt;Am I crazy or falling in love?&lt;br /&gt;Is it real or just another crush?&lt;br /&gt;Do you catch a breath when I look at you?&lt;br /&gt;Are you holding back like the way I do?&lt;br /&gt;Cause I'm trying and trying to walk away&lt;br /&gt;But I know this crush ain't going away&lt;br /&gt;Going away&lt;br /&gt;Why do I keep running from the truth?&lt;br /&gt;All I ever think about is you&lt;br /&gt;You got me hypnotized, so mesmerized&lt;br /&gt;And I've just got to know&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you ever think when you're all alone&lt;br /&gt;All that we can be, where this thing can go?&lt;br /&gt;Am I crazy or falling in love?&lt;br /&gt;Is it real or just another crush?&lt;br /&gt;Do you catch a breath when I look at you?&lt;br /&gt;Are you holding back like the way I do?&lt;br /&gt;Cause I'm trying and trying to walk away&lt;br /&gt;But I know this crush ain't going away&lt;br /&gt;This crush ain't going away&lt;br /&gt;Going away&lt;br /&gt;Going away&lt;br /&gt;Going away&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4229939801080017570-3633018949487539049?l=themusicplaysfortwo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themusicplaysfortwo.blogspot.com/feeds/3633018949487539049/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4229939801080017570&amp;postID=3633018949487539049' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4229939801080017570/posts/default/3633018949487539049'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4229939801080017570/posts/default/3633018949487539049'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themusicplaysfortwo.blogspot.com/2008/11/david-archuleta-crush.html' title='David Archuleta- Crush'/><author><name>LisaN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05944103319336253098</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-xY9YXQS7xoY/Tmrb4tlaiTI/AAAAAAAABhs/MJiLqabdD2M/s220/gifted-bag-black-suede-wedges-diy-thrifted-skirt-thrifted-top-dads-belt-_400.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4229939801080017570.post-6013780834905076782</id><published>2008-11-01T03:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-01T03:39:08.386-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='alarm systems should DIE'/><title type='text'>Scary Home Alarm Systems</title><content type='html'>So I  just got home, and my whole family is at a party, so they gave me the keys since  was at training. Then I got in right, and 30 seconds later the alarm system goes off. And for like 10 seconds im just like &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;O__O"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; and then reality sets in and I FREAK cause I didn't know what the pin thingo to turn off the alarm was. So I ran in to call my rents with home phone, but since the alarm was off, it didn't let me call. Oh and I had no fucken credit to call my parents with TT.&lt;br /&gt;Then i ran down to ask the people who lived behinde us, since we rented half our house at the back to them, if they knew the password and the lady didnt. And she couldnt unlock her door for some reason, so  I told her to call my rents. So she tries to call but but the signal inside the house was REALLY REALLY weak. And she had to call several times to get through, but none of my rents picked up ==. So I ran up again to punch in random numbers. Then my mummy calls home (FUCK YESS ABOUT TIME) and I pick up and she's like are you home yet (nah no shit,how do you think i picked up the phone) but anyways I was like screaming at her for the pin code thingo since the alarm was so loud, and i FINALLY got it TT&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I WAS SOO SCARED! and i was like nearly crying to her on the phone. I HATE MY ALARM SYSTEMMMMM -criescriescriescries-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(in case you are wondering, this just happened...yes it is 9pm) &gt;&lt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4229939801080017570-6013780834905076782?l=themusicplaysfortwo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themusicplaysfortwo.blogspot.com/feeds/6013780834905076782/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4229939801080017570&amp;postID=6013780834905076782' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4229939801080017570/posts/default/6013780834905076782'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4229939801080017570/posts/default/6013780834905076782'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themusicplaysfortwo.blogspot.com/2008/11/scary-home-alarm-systems.html' title='Scary Home Alarm Systems'/><author><name>LisaN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05944103319336253098</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-xY9YXQS7xoY/Tmrb4tlaiTI/AAAAAAAABhs/MJiLqabdD2M/s220/gifted-bag-black-suede-wedges-diy-thrifted-skirt-thrifted-top-dads-belt-_400.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4229939801080017570.post-3432011744789693203</id><published>2008-10-31T00:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-31T01:20:48.433-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Emoticon talk, Golf, Zut, Singing and Library</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Alright, pretty much sums up my day I guess :L. The day started of with us going to the library. And Anh was then telling me of how there were these groups of annoying chickas talking "MSN" talk. Like saying LOL and all. So upon hearing this, I decided to try the emoticon talk all day. I called it &lt;strong&gt;"Mission Emoticon Talk". &lt;/strong&gt;Well I didn't really last.....LOLS! here are some of my translations on what my MSN talk sounded like:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;LAWL:&lt;/strong&gt; LOL&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ROFFLE&lt;/strong&gt;: ROFL&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;LAMAO/ LAMAYO&lt;/strong&gt;: LMAO&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;WUHTUFF&lt;/strong&gt;: WTF&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;OTUHTUH&lt;/strong&gt;: OTT&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;OMGUH&lt;/strong&gt;: OMG&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;OMFFUHGUH&lt;/strong&gt;: OMFG&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;TUHTUHLY&lt;/strong&gt;: TTYL&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;BUHBUH-ELL&lt;/strong&gt;: BBL&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;AFFKUH&lt;/strong&gt;: AFK&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Well I think that was it :L AHHAS! Ashley, Diem and Anh went INSANE :L My apologies ;)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;-&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Well we had PE afterwards in 3rd and 4th period. Since i dont have my sports unifor yet, i had to wear a random shirt. I decided to wear the red shirt jen gave me, with "The answer is no cause the bitch said so" I LOVEE that shirt. Thanks Jen (L) Golf was REALLY FUN! like we finally learnt how to play the game! And we finished all 7 holes (like ZOMG at last) hehehe. It was SOO bloody hot man &gt;&lt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;-&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;At lunch, we were in the library since it was like SOO hot &gt;&lt;&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Zut:&lt;/strong&gt; Means "Oh Heck"&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;ROFLMAOS. Word of the day &lt;33&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;-&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;In DT I was working on my Simpsons movie trailer thing. Then me and Karen started recording audio for the trailer. Then like we started singing :L ROFLS! so fun. Lisa likes singing with Karen =) [Oh just in case you're wondering, we were sing For You I Will- Teddy Geiger, yerp LOVING that song]&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;-&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Well I went to the library agains today. Day 15 baby! Vincent said his gonna shout my easy way for being a good girl and studying 15 days at the library 8) Onii was fully distracting me at the libary today -stares- but still I got work done =) LOLS! still onii is awesome! He was full bragging about his new earphones and Ipod case :L Oh and I left him a message in his phone ^^ Oh and he loves me VERY VERY much so I am SURE he won't hurt me in ANY way..right right? LOLS!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;that's it broo! cyaa&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4229939801080017570-3432011744789693203?l=themusicplaysfortwo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themusicplaysfortwo.blogspot.com/feeds/3432011744789693203/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4229939801080017570&amp;postID=3432011744789693203' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4229939801080017570/posts/default/3432011744789693203'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4229939801080017570/posts/default/3432011744789693203'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themusicplaysfortwo.blogspot.com/2008/10/emoticon-talk-golf-zut-singing-and.html' title='Emoticon talk, Golf, Zut, Singing and Library'/><author><name>LisaN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05944103319336253098</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-xY9YXQS7xoY/Tmrb4tlaiTI/AAAAAAAABhs/MJiLqabdD2M/s220/gifted-bag-black-suede-wedges-diy-thrifted-skirt-thrifted-top-dads-belt-_400.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4229939801080017570.post-7526614350512935695</id><published>2008-10-30T03:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-30T04:39:29.826-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='muster every ounce of confidence i have'/><title type='text'>Days of our lives</title><content type='html'>Alright here I go summing up the last few days. Been a bit lazy :L ALRIGHTIEE! here I go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tuesday 28th October 2008 (ehh i cant remember what happened on monday :$&lt;br /&gt;Alright day I guess. Oh I was on the train in the morning and these two guys were talking and I found it really funny :L&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guy 1: "Bro, yesterday i found the I perfect gf."&lt;br /&gt;Guy 2: "There's no such thing as a perfect gf."&lt;br /&gt;Guy 1: "Nah there is."&lt;br /&gt;Guy 2: "No there isn't"&lt;br /&gt;Guy 1: "No trust me there is. She was tall, blonde, gorgeous. She's Maoi though."&lt;br /&gt;Guy 2: "I don't like Maoi's"&lt;br /&gt;Guy 1: "Ahhas, I don't mind"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They then said something else here, but but I couldn't hear properly, here's what i got though-&lt;br /&gt;Guy 2: "AHHAS! I won't go out with __________, there's too much of a change I might be related to them"&lt;br /&gt;Guy 1: "Yea, that's true. Might be related"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well at this part, I was seriously laughing my ass off.  But i was scared they would bash me&lt;br /&gt;So I kept it in :L&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wednesday 29th October 2008&lt;br /&gt;Hrm, well started the day of quite..depressingly &lt;br /&gt;Woke up knowing that I do not have my sports uniform&lt;br /&gt;Well no tracksuit pants and it was SOO BLOODY COLD&lt;br /&gt;(and I had Ice skating as well) &lt;br /&gt;and no sports shirt&lt;br /&gt;So I wore me sports short (damn cold)&lt;br /&gt;and a white top&lt;br /&gt;And my jumper. But alas &lt;br /&gt;It looked like i wasn't wearing anything underneath &gt;&lt;&lt;br /&gt;since you couldnt see my white top from the neckline&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yea, embarassing moment 2 while i was walking into school alone.Since i missed my train &lt;br /&gt;Well anyways, while i was walking right, someone taps me on the shoulder&lt;br /&gt;(yea familiar much? &lt;br /&gt;yerp you guessed it, same senior guy from before that told me my bag was opened just for me to scream in his face ==&lt;br /&gt;Senior Guy: Oh erm hey.&lt;br /&gt;Me: AH! erm i won't scream at you this time&lt;br /&gt;Senior Guy: AHHAS! erm your bag is opened...again -laughs-&lt;br /&gt;Me: Oh shit. Erm thanks again &gt;&lt;&lt;br /&gt;Senior Guy: No probs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-cries- yes AGAIN! OMFGBBQSAUCE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yea! and when i was in Roll call, Mr Gee asked me why i wasn't wearing a shirt&lt;br /&gt;I like had to explain to him that I lost my sports stuff ==&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ice skating was pretty fun! Well as always, we were the first ones there (yay smooth ice) Erm. It was pretty fun, but but like we had to like stand on the bus getting there. MASSIVE HEADACHE! Erm on the way back, we got seats! I sat next to Diem on our "1300 PARTY ON" bus (like no joke, it had that on the side of the bright green bus in yellow writing ==) And the SHITTIEST music was playing, like old "disco" music.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thursday 30th October &lt;br /&gt;Alright today baby! Ok let's see if i can remember... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ag was a TOTAL BOREEE! &gt;&lt;&lt;br /&gt;Watched some gay ass compost video. &lt;br /&gt;I was trying to draw this monkey thing that Karen drew in her diary.Apparently it's from maple story? I shall take a picture of what i drew to show you guys soon..enough :L&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we had double art. Was fun! Erm tried to print my goddess of the sea. Didn't get very far TT. The other class is WAYY in front of us! oh and like cant wait to use the glue gun! YAYERR!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hrm...oh i was a bit dumb today ==&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: MISSSSSS. do you have orange paint? &lt;br /&gt;Miss Cody: err yes, but I'm not gonna take it out &lt;br /&gt;Me: :O! why not?! &lt;br /&gt;Miss Cody: Well what two colours make orange?&lt;br /&gt;Me: OOOH! red and yellow!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I was in art and should at LEAST know how to make my own colours == wasn't really thinking :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After lunch was history test.Fucked it up, hard .Stupid Martin Luther King Jnr.How the HECK was I supposed to know what went on in his life?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;English was alright. &lt;br /&gt;HA! sorry Rak!&lt;br /&gt;again i was fully dissing her!&lt;br /&gt;I mean, she thinks she can argue with me?NO WAY!&lt;br /&gt;oh oh and like her arms are too short to reach across Diem to hit me&lt;br /&gt;Erm...&lt;br /&gt;Oh yea yday night i had a dream&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was walking around city for some reason. And walked into this cool clothing shop (to tax or something) Then like the shop owner was Ashley's mum. But but like in my dream i didn't know this yet. Then out of nowhere, Ashley comes down looking all weak and pale. I start talking to her as she is trying to help me with what i want to buy or something. Then we became good friends and i stayed there all day and we played dress up with her mum's clothes. There was this really cute white dress with a black bow, and i told her to wear it since i thought it'll look cute on her. Then afterwards I went to DT, and got a phone call, someone told me Asley died at her shop. So then I RAN from Fairfield to the city and when i got to the shop, the detective was like carrying ashley in his arms and i started crying TT. Then I woke up..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Believe it or not...Ashley also had a dream she fell off the train station and died O__O" freaky much?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well That's all i can remember.&lt;br /&gt;Oh I was talking to Nakatsu on phone before. &lt;br /&gt;Fuck me dead miss him so much :$&lt;br /&gt;Oh and on Monday Onii shouted me Lucky cup &lt;33&lt;br /&gt;And i also saw him like everyday this week or something =)&lt;br /&gt;Oh and also like I'm starting guitar! ^^ It's alright :D&lt;br /&gt;Shall end this with a cool quote =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Diem: Hey Lisa what's an example of a simile?&lt;br /&gt;Me: Oh alright. Rakshitha loves Mr Geerling like fat kid loves chocolate!&lt;br /&gt;Rak: OMG! ==&lt;br /&gt;"For You I Will: Teddy Geiger"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(PS. Oh yea, good news! I came home from library and my mummy told me she called Central station and they said they found my sports uniform i left on the train! YAY!!! yerp I'm over the moon. Now I won't look so "Naked" :L )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(PPS. Here is my name defined on Urban Dictionary: A very attractive kind of the female gender who has a sultry gaze and a great figure. Lisas are usually attracted to common types of carbohydrates and will devour them vigorously if let loose without caution. Extremely attractive. ROFLMAOS! thanks jayee :L )&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4229939801080017570-7526614350512935695?l=themusicplaysfortwo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themusicplaysfortwo.blogspot.com/feeds/7526614350512935695/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4229939801080017570&amp;postID=7526614350512935695' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4229939801080017570/posts/default/7526614350512935695'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4229939801080017570/posts/default/7526614350512935695'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themusicplaysfortwo.blogspot.com/2008/10/days-of-our-lives.html' title='Days of our lives'/><author><name>LisaN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05944103319336253098</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-xY9YXQS7xoY/Tmrb4tlaiTI/AAAAAAAABhs/MJiLqabdD2M/s220/gifted-bag-black-suede-wedges-diy-thrifted-skirt-thrifted-top-dads-belt-_400.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4229939801080017570.post-103027725905355268</id><published>2008-10-29T02:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-29T02:35:57.468-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fist fight'/><title type='text'>Sorry Nicholas =(</title><content type='html'>Alrightie, here I go. Public Apology 1.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear Nicholas,&lt;br /&gt;I am TRULY very sorry for telling people that you were in a fist fight that did not exist and so people were bugging you about "what happened" (which was actually nothing...since nothing actually happened..get me?) Anyways what I'm saying is:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;      ATTENTION TO ALL:&lt;/strong&gt; Nicholas was not in a fist fight or any fight for that matter. Yes yes, it was just a prank! (GOTCHA!!!) ROFLS! (H) ok ok this is the full story.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"One sunny day, Lisa was in the library with Ashley, Anh, Diem and Israaq. Then she sees Nicholas and as she is soo nice and friendly decides to go over and say HI! so she does and notices that there is a scrape on his face. Not just a little "Oh I accidently scratched myself" scrape but like a pretty big scrape on his face. So being such a good friend, Lisa decides to ask him what happened. But being such a &lt;u&gt;heartless mean monotone&lt;/u&gt; person he is, shuns her away! (rude much -stares-) So as Lisa was so angry at this, decides to make up a story of why he was injured. Lisa thinks, hrmm...well it's on his face..maybe he was punched...OHMYGOSH! fist fighttt! So then the story was born. And yea, people asked, I told. so like yea...."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's it. Im very sorry Nicholas Tan for ruining your reputation of calm, gentle person. Gomennasai.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My Fault, I'm Sorry&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4229939801080017570-103027725905355268?l=themusicplaysfortwo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themusicplaysfortwo.blogspot.com/feeds/103027725905355268/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4229939801080017570&amp;postID=103027725905355268' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4229939801080017570/posts/default/103027725905355268'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4229939801080017570/posts/default/103027725905355268'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themusicplaysfortwo.blogspot.com/2008/10/sorry-nicholas.html' title='Sorry Nicholas =('/><author><name>LisaN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05944103319336253098</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-xY9YXQS7xoY/Tmrb4tlaiTI/AAAAAAAABhs/MJiLqabdD2M/s220/gifted-bag-black-suede-wedges-diy-thrifted-skirt-thrifted-top-dads-belt-_400.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4229939801080017570.post-4685145855633877557</id><published>2008-10-27T02:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-27T02:53:26.066-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='PUCK YOU'/><title type='text'>Message to those "Haters"</title><content type='html'>Alright honestly grow up. If you don't like me blog then just leave. I'm not gonna make you read it, foshizzle.&lt;br /&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;And also, if you dicks are gonna be idiots, put your name on it. Own up to what you do assholes.&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="right"&gt;On the happy side.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;Thank's to all my other awesome readers ^^&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;Leaving &lt;strong&gt;nice&lt;/strong&gt; comments &amp;amp;&amp;amp; all&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;love you guys =)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;the end&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/4229939801080017570-4685145855633877557?l=themusicplaysfortwo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themusicplaysfortwo.blogspot.com/feeds/4685145855633877557/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4229939801080017570&amp;postID=4685145855633877557' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4229939801080017570/posts/default/4685145855633877557'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4229939801080017570/posts/default/4685145855633877557'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themusicplaysfortwo.blogspot.com/2008/10/message-to-those-haters.html' title='Message to those &quot;Haters&quot;'/><author><name>LisaN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05944103319336253098</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-xY9YXQS7xoY/Tmrb4tlaiTI/AAAAAAAABhs/MJiLqabdD2M/s220/gifted-bag-black-suede-wedges-diy-thrifted-skirt-thrifted-top-dads-belt-_400.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4229939801080017570.post-4764212011527809632</id><published>2008-10-25T18:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-25T18:56:53.270-07:00</updated><title type='text'>DTX 1</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Well here goes my first blog on DTX! aka Dong Tam Extreme =)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Well yday, Oniichan came ^^ even though he has his HSC and i tried to persuade him to stay home and sleep a bit :L Anyways he was doing nunchucks yday. They were fun ^^ &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;[note: just in case you're wondering, yea i just kinda stole one of them and started playing with it :D ]&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;And AT told me that i was gonna be grading for Hapkido tomorrow == so then he got Anh Duy to teach me all the stuff i needed to know (roll combo, side roll, 2 hand defends, 2 hand attack, 1 hand defence blah blah blah) Oh yea grading in 3 hours from now...just noticed &gt;&lt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;Hrm...ohh then we AT helped me with backflip...very closeee :L I'll get it soon =) And oniichan taught me how to properly do a round off (ty :D ) anyways erm... not much happened :L&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;but still i LOVE LOVE LOVE going training ^^&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;Oh AT, Turbo and Thien going Japan in a few weeks. We'll be all alone then =( &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;BUT Onii is gonna take the class! fun =)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;Oh btw Good Luck with HSC Onii&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4229939801080017570-4764212011527809632?l=themusicplaysfortwo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themusicplaysfortwo.blogspot.com/feeds/4764212011527809632/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4229939801080017570&amp;postID=4764212011527809632' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4229939801080017570/posts/default/4764212011527809632'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4229939801080017570/posts/default/4764212011527809632'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themusicplaysfortwo.blogspot.com/2008/10/dtx-1.html' title='DTX 1'/><author><name>LisaN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05944103319336253098</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-xY9YXQS7xoY/Tmrb4tlaiTI/AAAAAAAABhs/MJiLqabdD2M/s220/gifted-bag-black-suede-wedges-diy-thrifted-skirt-thrifted-top-dads-belt-_400.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4229939801080017570.post-7202005955139261162</id><published>2008-10-25T04:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-25T04:29:41.506-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Teddy Go Pee Pee'/><title type='text'>Dedication to Nakatsu =)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OHIJUcNOaww/SQMDCBoSRXI/AAAAAAAAAAw/NKsO4vrkeoY/s1600-h/Teddy+go+pee+pee.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5261052123030898034" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OHIJUcNOaww/SQMDCBoSRXI/AAAAAAAAAAw/NKsO4vrkeoY/s320/Teddy+go+pee+pee.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;LOLS! well not really dedication, but but he just sent me this really cute Vodaphone Pxt. in the picture is a teddy phone charm, I've got one and his got one, but but i lost mine at Ikea =(&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;[note: i didn't tell nakatsu yet...sorry &gt;&lt;]&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;anways its so cute! and he sent it to me at like 12 at night. Oh and alsoooo he should be studying -tsktsk-&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/4229939801080017570-7202005955139261162?l=themusicplaysfortwo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themusicplaysfortwo.blogspot.com/feeds/7202005955139261162/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4229939801080017570&amp;postID=7202005955139261162' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4229939801080017570/posts/default/7202005955139261162'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4229939801080017570/posts/default/7202005955139261162'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themusicplaysfortwo.blogspot.com/2008/10/dedication-to-nakatsu.html' title='Dedication to Nakatsu =)'/><author><name>LisaN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05944103319336253098</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-xY9YXQS7xoY/Tmrb4tlaiTI/AAAAAAAABhs/MJiLqabdD2M/s220/gifted-bag-black-suede-wedges-diy-thrifted-skirt-thrifted-top-dads-belt-_400.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OHIJUcNOaww/SQMDCBoSRXI/AAAAAAAAAAw/NKsO4vrkeoY/s72-c/Teddy+go+pee+pee.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4229939801080017570.post-8383577048550883615</id><published>2008-10-24T20:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-24T20:03:58.285-07:00</updated><title type='text'>=\</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;His &lt;strong&gt;sad&lt;/strong&gt;, I &lt;em&gt;know.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Did I say something &lt;u&gt;wrong&lt;/u&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/4229939801080017570-8383577048550883615?l=themusicplaysfortwo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themusicplaysfortwo.blogspot.com/feeds/8383577048550883615/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4229939801080017570&amp;postID=8383577048550883615' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4229939801080017570/posts/default/8383577048550883615'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4229939801080017570/posts/default/8383577048550883615'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themusicplaysfortwo.blogspot.com/2008/10/blog-post.html' title='=\'/><author><name>LisaN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05944103319336253098</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-xY9YXQS7xoY/Tmrb4tlaiTI/AAAAAAAABhs/MJiLqabdD2M/s220/gifted-bag-black-suede-wedges-diy-thrifted-skirt-thrifted-top-dads-belt-_400.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4229939801080017570.post-4842029320326514267</id><published>2008-10-24T03:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-24T03:13:12.854-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Spin the bottle'/><title type='text'>Hey BOB!</title><content type='html'>oh i forgot about this! but but yday, a whole group of us were in the library bugging Carissa while she did her assignment...and we decided to play spin the glue bottle! and it landed on me. So  they dared me to go to a random year 7 table and pick one of them, call them a random name and say Hi then hug them! LOLS!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So i called that guy "Bob" and hugged him :L&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then it was Kyleen's turn and she did the same thing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then it was my turn again and i had to do the same thing. But as soon as i said "Hi Bob" that lil kid jumped off his chair, tripped on it and started screaming at me! he was like&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"WTH! what do you want from me!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and then the teacher came so i like ran away :L&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that's it!ROFLS!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4229939801080017570-4842029320326514267?l=themusicplaysfortwo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themusicplaysfortwo.blogspot.com/feeds/4842029320326514267/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4229939801080017570&amp;postID=4842029320326514267' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4229939801080017570/posts/default/4842029320326514267'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4229939801080017570/posts/default/4842029320326514267'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themusicplaysfortwo.blogspot.com/2008/10/hey-bob.html' title='Hey BOB!'/><author><name>LisaN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05944103319336253098</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-xY9YXQS7xoY/Tmrb4tlaiTI/AAAAAAAABhs/MJiLqabdD2M/s220/gifted-bag-black-suede-wedges-diy-thrifted-skirt-thrifted-top-dads-belt-_400.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4229939801080017570.post-1352020229639348408</id><published>2008-10-24T01:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-24T02:31:47.074-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Won&apos;t You Hold My Hand?'/><title type='text'>How far does a girl go for a guy told hold her hands?</title><content type='html'>Alrightie! I saw this really cute thing on this Honky Drama I'm watching atm. Cracked me up heaps =) Was really cute, here you go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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;Guy ask's girl out for the first time. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Naturally she is really excited. So ask's her friend for advice.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;You see, she isn't the prettiest flower in the field.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Geeky looking actually. And the guy is UBER HOT!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;So this was how their convo went:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Friend 1: OK! on first date you CANNOT sleep with him or he'll think you're a slut, so you can only kiss him&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Friend 2: NO! her teeth aren't that nice! You don't want to scare him with you're ugly teeth&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Friend 1: Alright you can only do one thing, let him hold you're hand.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Girl: Well how am I gonna do that?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Friend 1: Ok here's the plan..&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="right"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Plan A&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;The scene then changes to the date.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;Girl and guy are currently walking out from cinemas&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;Girl: My hand feels so cold. (trying to make him hold her hand to make it warmer)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;Boy: What's wrong? Are you sick? -He then touches her forehead to check-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;Then he decides to get her coffee to hold&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Plan A FAILLL!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&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="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Plan B&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Girl: The coffee is so hot! It's burning my hand&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Guy: -holds coffee for girl, then pretty much walks away-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Plan B...fail &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&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="justify"&gt;Friend calls her to check how she is going, she tells her friend it doesn't work.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Friend: Just take him to a croweded area, then he'll have no choice but to hold your hand so you guys don't get lost.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Girl: I don't even know where he is now == Wait I can see hi now, I'll ttyl.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&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;She finds him in a Computer store. And he starts talking to her in &lt;em&gt;computer words&lt;/em&gt; which totally confuse her. He then ends up buying the laptop. The girl is really sad now since nothing works and she reckons he wont hold her hands in the end anyways.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Guy: Look, I know what you want, give me your hand.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Girl: -starts to blush and slowly puts her hand out-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Guy: Here you go -puts laptop bag in her hands- see i knew you wanted this!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Girl: -totally gives up-&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="right"&gt;They then both step onto a crowded elevator and stand at the back. Girl suddenly feels someone touching her hand and totally freak out so tells the guy&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;that someone is touching her &gt;&lt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;He tells her to stop being so silly. But she is like freaking out that someone is perving on her.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;So she decides to scream out that somone is touching her and when she pulls her hand up...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;turns out that HIS holding her hand.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;He then embarassingly explains that she is his gf.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&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;Don't call me lame or anything, but i think that it's really cute!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I mean the guy knew exactly what she wanted,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;but like wanted to prove to her&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;that he doesnt need her to remind him of what to do.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;He knows exactly what he should do.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I just thought it was really cute. :$&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;that's it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The End&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4229939801080017570-1352020229639348408?l=themusicplaysfortwo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themusicplaysfortwo.blogspot.com/feeds/1352020229639348408/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4229939801080017570&amp;postID=1352020229639348408' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4229939801080017570/posts/default/1352020229639348408'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4229939801080017570/posts/default/1352020229639348408'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themusicplaysfortwo.blogspot.com/2008/10/how-far-does-girl-go-for-guy-told-hold.html' title='How far does a girl go for a guy told hold her hands?'/><author><name>LisaN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05944103319336253098</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-xY9YXQS7xoY/Tmrb4tlaiTI/AAAAAAAABhs/MJiLqabdD2M/s220/gifted-bag-black-suede-wedges-diy-thrifted-skirt-thrifted-top-dads-belt-_400.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4229939801080017570.post-7100646404265423115</id><published>2008-10-24T00:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-24T02:33:45.752-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Adventures at the Library</title><content type='html'>Alright, i must be honest today was really hilarious :L [note: even if i got bagged out hardcore --] So anyways i got there first....then Wendy [my distant distant distant cousin came], then Shelly came! ^^[ YAY! she didn't dog me!] Then she left at like 4-ish but it's OK! Cause then Kenneth came to help me study. [he didn't do much -stares- wouldn't even help me write study notes and kept dissing my text book] ANYWAYS! Then Jayee came with his &lt;strong&gt;awesome cool mac laptop&lt;/strong&gt; -drools- and he was playing DOTA [typical guy ==] and i tried to close it but i didn't know how :$ Then Brad &amp;amp;&amp;amp; Hung and their friend came. And i made them do their test. 10 questions in 1 hour [they didn't get it done..and needed 10 extra minutes as well ==]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ANYWAYS! the thing was that Brad and Hung had to sit on the ground since there was no other place to sit. And there was this crazy lil kid right, and like he was all crazy, and he was drinking his milk, then randomly went up to Brad and like &lt;em&gt;milked him&lt;/em&gt;! ROFLS! then he did it again and like everyone was just cracking up&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Brad: "WTF! i just got milked"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;LOLS! then like the lil kid chucked his pillow at Brad!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;And then Brad kept trying to cheat on the test, so like I made Brad sit on the table&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;And Hung was complaining about howcome &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;Brad got to sit on the table&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;for cheating,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;And how he had to sit on the ground&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;for being good :L&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;So Hung sat on the table as well&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;[note: at this time, people sitting on the&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;table was :&lt;/div&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;Me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;Kennteth&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;Jayee&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;Brad&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;Hung&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;Brad's friend!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p align="right"&gt;Oh and like Brad was pissing me of soo much &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="right"&gt;cause he kept talking and all&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="right"&gt;and not concentrating!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="right"&gt;So i kept trying to kick him underneath the table&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="right"&gt;Then Hung got pissed, and got a book to hit Brad&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="right"&gt;and managed to his Brad's friend in the eye as well!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="right"&gt;ROFLS! full crack up to the max!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="right"&gt;Then those noobs couldnt finish their test so I gave them&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="right"&gt;10 extra minutes.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="right"&gt;[they only finished 5 questions in 1 hour ==]&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;-&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Then Kenneth went home &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;And i was stuck with the four other guys ==&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;They were SOO mean! like WTH BROOO! Full bag me out&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Oh and Brad "tried" to burn his test papers :L&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;That stupid fag.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Oh yea. They have to pay me 50cents for every &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;question they got wrong :L&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;and pass mark was 40%&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;[haven't marked it yet..gonna be depressing]&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;-&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Hrm, Oh then we went home. And they were FULLY dissing me outside as well == fucken retards! It was SOOO SADD! like WTH BROO! so mean. Anyways, afterwards while i was walking home my mummy picked me up and drove me home ^^&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;-&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Let me end this with a few quotes from today =D&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;-&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;"Imma punch your ass"&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;"FUCK! looks like i got cum shot on my shirt"&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;"You're terrible"&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;"WTF! i got milked"&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;"Why does HE get to sit on the table for cheating"&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;"Bro, you popped my testicles"&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;"No wonder she's so evil, she's born on 9/11"&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;"Hey Lisa you got icecream on you're hair"&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;"Hey! we're just protecting you from being kidnapped or raped"&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;That's all i can think of ATM. =)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;ciao love &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;EDIT! &lt;/strong&gt;seems like i missed out on something -rolls eyes- So here comes Jayee to correct me like he does.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;-       lisa   leek    ;     http://themusicplaysfortwo.blogspot.com/ says:&lt;br /&gt;what happened?&lt;br /&gt;Jayye+Jenni.=Aishiteru JnJ says:&lt;br /&gt;um well i was the one who started it&lt;br /&gt;Jayye+Jenni.=Aishiteru JnJ says:&lt;br /&gt;well i was looking around the library until i saw part of yur hair is white&lt;br /&gt;Jayye+Jenni.=Aishiteru JnJ says:&lt;br /&gt;then i ask yu why do yu have white hair?&lt;br /&gt;Jayye+Jenni.=Aishiteru JnJ says:&lt;br /&gt;then i sed do yu think too much?&lt;br /&gt;Jayye+Jenni.=Aishiteru JnJ says:&lt;br /&gt;and yu sed yes&lt;br /&gt;Jayye+Jenni.=Aishiteru JnJ says:&lt;br /&gt;and then brad sed that yu have icecream on yur hair&lt;br /&gt;Jayye+Jenni.=Aishiteru JnJ says:&lt;br /&gt;then i sed there is a cum stain on yur head&lt;br /&gt;Jayye+Jenni.=Aishiteru JnJ says:&lt;br /&gt;and thn yu punched me once&lt;br /&gt;Jayye+Jenni.=Aishiteru JnJ says:&lt;br /&gt;and then i didnt want to look at it, yu smack my hand with yur book&lt;br /&gt;Jayye+Jenni.=Aishiteru JnJ says:&lt;br /&gt;using my hand to cover the spot where the white hair grew&lt;br /&gt;Jayye+Jenni.=Aishiteru JnJ says:&lt;br /&gt;and then yu started the 25 punches&lt;br /&gt;Jayye+Jenni.=Aishiteru JnJ says:&lt;br /&gt;there done&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/4229939801080017570-7100646404265423115?l=themusicplaysfortwo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themusicplaysfortwo.blogspot.com/feeds/7100646404265423115/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4229939801080017570&amp;postID=7100646404265423115' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4229939801080017570/posts/default/7100646404265423115'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4229939801080017570/posts/default/7100646404265423115'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themusicplaysfortwo.blogspot.com/2008/10/adventures-at-library.html' title='Adventures at the Library'/><author><name>LisaN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05944103319336253098</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-xY9YXQS7xoY/Tmrb4tlaiTI/AAAAAAAABhs/MJiLqabdD2M/s220/gifted-bag-black-suede-wedges-diy-thrifted-skirt-thrifted-top-dads-belt-_400.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4229939801080017570.post-5958515629714493993</id><published>2008-10-22T23:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-23T01:22:29.023-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Golf is AWEsome'/><title type='text'>Emotions, golf, lost shoes &amp;&amp; broken blinds.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Alrighty, it's been a pretty strange day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Ok. We were in the library in our favourite little corner all happy and smug ^^ when suddenly just as i was about to sit down where i usually sat, BAM out of no where someone else sits down....Oh surprise it was Nicholas Tan -stares- Well usually i wouldev just let that person sit there, but since it was that bitch, i decided to try sit and push him outta the way. He was too fat to push == So i decided to like, bag him out to leave, so i started teasing him about how "emotionless" his talking was. Like there is no change of tone or pitch. He says "Wow" &amp;amp;&amp;amp; "Ew" in the same tone. It's SCARYYY BROOO! So yea i was trying to talk emotionlessly like him. ALL DAY BROO! but it was so hard &gt;&lt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;[note: i am SOOO not retarded! it really WAS fun! ]&lt;/span&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;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;I realised that i was missing something, oh yea that's right, me PE bag.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Yerp the same bag containing my Sports shirt, tracksuit and &lt;strong&gt;black chucks&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Well. I freaked. Literally. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Diem managed to calm me down, and took me to the office.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;I then called rail corp. Nothing was handed in =(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;-cries- &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;The first two periods went in a blur,wasn't &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;in the mood for much.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Oh but science was pretty fun.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Like Mr Geerling came to class with an inflatable beach ball like thingy with all the constellations on it! And then we had to find constellations etc.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Our science bench smelt like vomit from the sink.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;So then we moved.&lt;/span&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; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;3rd and 4th period was PE. I had to explain to Mr Hughes why I didn't have uniform. He surprisingly showed sympathy :L We then headed down for some golf (H) We had to like set up our own golf course thingy per group. Epic fail == but then we didnt know so played anyways. And Mr Hughes said that the witches hat was our "T" so I assumed that you just put the golf ball on it and hit it :D I was wrong...he later told us our set up was wrong and later on told us that the witches hat was just a marker and that you put the ball on the ground &lt;u&gt;next&lt;/u&gt; to the witche's hat and hit it from the ground. ROFLMAO! It was &lt;em&gt;soooo&lt;/em&gt; windy! I couldn't see anything since my hair was all over the place. Oh then I like started singing for some reason while Ashley was playing, since we played one person at a time. We quickly got the hang of it. But like it was SOO funny cause everytime I sang or laughed when Ashley was gonna hit, she totally missed :L&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Ashley: -gets ready to hit-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Me: "The moment I wake up, before I put on my make up. I say a little prayer for youuuuuuu"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Ashley: -swings and misses- "OMG! someone shut her up"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Me: -continues singing-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Ashley continues to miss :L But then, i start missing and like Ashley, Diem and Anh end up 10000m away from me...so i start singing again :L&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Me: "I'm all aloneeeeeeeee, theres no one here beside meeeeeeeeeeeeee. But you gotta have FRIENDSSSSSSSSSSS"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Yerp i pretty much became hyper, after being so emotionless :L&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;In 6th period we had Pe theory. It was just normal i guess..BUT! at the end Mr Hughes told us to pull down the blinds before we pack up to go home, but the last blind was sticky taped.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Kyleen: "Hey Lisa, I wonder why the last blind is sticky taped :L"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Mr Hughes: "I taped that, since it kept falling down and hitting people!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;-Me, Kyleen, Carmen and Bhavna start laughing-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Kyleen: "Oh but I wonder how it got broken ;) "&lt;br /&gt;Me: "Oh! erm..idk...ask him :L"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Kyleen: "Hey sir! How dd the blind get broken?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Mr Hughes: "Oh well the blind has a heap load of springs in it, it seems someone pulled it too hard so it snapped and broke"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Kyleen: "Ahhas! Ok"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Ok, the reason why this was so funny was..cause i was the one that broke the blinds :L Like one dance practice,we were trying to pull all the blinds down, so i climbed onto the tables...and managed to....erm....break the blind :$ woopsie. LOLS! so like the whole thing kinda fell down...and i just shoved it back in place and left it there! hehe &gt;=)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;my badddd...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;anyways. That's it for now. Oh yea gotta finish up "Perfect Man" blog.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;byebye&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4229939801080017570-5958515629714493993?l=themusicplaysfortwo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themusicplaysfortwo.blogspot.com/feeds/5958515629714493993/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4229939801080017570&amp;postID=5958515629714493993' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4229939801080017570/posts/default/5958515629714493993'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4229939801080017570/posts/default/5958515629714493993'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themusicplaysfortwo.blogspot.com/2008/10/emotions-golf-lost-shoes-broken-blinds.html' title='Emotions, golf, lost shoes &amp;&amp; broken blinds.'/><author><name>LisaN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05944103319336253098</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-xY9YXQS7xoY/Tmrb4tlaiTI/AAAAAAAABhs/MJiLqabdD2M/s220/gifted-bag-black-suede-wedges-diy-thrifted-skirt-thrifted-top-dads-belt-_400.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4229939801080017570.post-3603802309492998608</id><published>2008-10-22T03:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-24T21:34:39.455-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lalaLOVE'/><title type='text'>Perfect Man</title><content type='html'>Ok, I know there is no such person in the world that would fit this "&lt;strong&gt;criteria for success&lt;/strong&gt;" But there is no harm in...idk...having guidelines? LOLS! Well here i go..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;OK looking. Let's be honest, to catch a girl's heart you NEED to catch her eye first. No, i DONT want a metro. -rolls eyes- Don't want a guy who takes longer to get ready to go out than me. OR spends ages on his hair. Foshizzle.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Romantic. But not too &lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;overly&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; corny. Know's how to make a girl smile, but doesn't do it so often it becomes annoyingly hard to bare. Can you imagine a guy &lt;em&gt;&lt;u&gt;constantly&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/em&gt; saying corny lines and poems etc. At first it might seem sweet and all but after a while. No thank you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Tall. Ok I prefer guys that are at least taller than me. It just makes things so much more "&lt;em&gt;convenient"&lt;/em&gt; if you get me ;). LOLS! And also having a shorter bf than you looks weird. More like siblings? You get me? AHHAS! oh and not too OVERLY tall! like 40cm taller is just like O__O" ROFLS!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Built. GAHH! BUILTT GUYSS! -drools- not the "OHMYGOSH! is he on steroids" kind but just the "Wow! His got a nice body" type. Just the standard faintly showing abs, and stong arms..nice to cuddle up to!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Guys who likes HUGSS!! Hugs say more about that person? I mean, I reckon that the right guy has that &lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;"Special Hug"&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;feels warmer, and stronger? Oh and safe as well. LOLS! it's hard to explain. Another "girl thing" i guess.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;Not too mature. I mean like, not a guy who's way over protective, who stops me from my "&lt;strong&gt;fun". &lt;/strong&gt;Not the guy that keeps saying "No, don't do that. Pleaseee. I don't want you to hurt yourself." Like foshizzle man. Let me have fun, I don't need you to be my father, But then again not too immature either.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Musically Talented. Yes I like musical guys. I reckon : either Guitarist, Pianist, Singer or a mix of these :D (ohh guitarist + singer is &lt;u&gt;hot&lt;/u&gt; mangg! :L ) Yerp, especially if the guy sings live or performs live or something...for MEEE! -drools-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;Lives close. No not so he can sneak into my house at night or something (hey, could be possible) but like just to know his close. And that you can call him up and he'll be there or something. Mhmm, that's niceee (H)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;Agrees to taking pictures. Well when I want to take pictures then he'll agree to anyways, but but not hassle me to take pictures &lt;em&gt;all&lt;/em&gt; the time. When i want to then he'll take it, but when i say no, then he won't make me take it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;Knows how to read my mood. Like when I'm sad, and he asks me what's wrong but when I say it's nothing, I rather that guy just...sit there and hug me that's all. So that when i &lt;strong&gt;do &lt;/strong&gt;feel like talking to him, he'll be prepared to listen. You get me?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Iceskater! It's cute when a couple ice skate together =) ROFLS! and also since i like iceskating :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;Does martial arts. This is like...personal preference :L I need to feel protected you know! (well i think i could possibly protect myself but like still like being protected ) ROFLS! feels kinda nice and safe =3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;OR! plays sport. Someone sporty and fit ^^ that's nicee (H) Basketball, Soccer whatever trevor. Sport's is cool &lt;strong&gt;full-stop-no-returns&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;Takes the initiative. Asking out, holding hands, kissing, hugs you get the drift. Guys, get your acts together and start these stuff. Girls &lt;strong&gt;seriously&lt;/strong&gt; hate it when they wait forever and nothing happens, they just take it to mean that you aren't interested in them. So just take the chance, or you might end up being a day too late, don't let her goooooo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Can Cook. Like...idk just can cook :L Or like like...doesnt mind cooking? or baking! baking is awesome ^^ It'll be cool if they can cook/bake....feed meeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee =D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;-&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Ok's that's pretty updated now. Shall add more when i think of more! chyeas (H)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4229939801080017570-3603802309492998608?l=themusicplaysfortwo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themusicplaysfortwo.blogspot.com/feeds/3603802309492998608/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4229939801080017570&amp;postID=3603802309492998608' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4229939801080017570/posts/default/3603802309492998608'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4229939801080017570/posts/default/3603802309492998608'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themusicplaysfortwo.blogspot.com/2008/10/perfect-man.html' title='Perfect Man'/><author><name>LisaN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05944103319336253098</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-xY9YXQS7xoY/Tmrb4tlaiTI/AAAAAAAABhs/MJiLqabdD2M/s220/gifted-bag-black-suede-wedges-diy-thrifted-skirt-thrifted-top-dads-belt-_400.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4229939801080017570.post-4251440918358870072</id><published>2008-10-21T01:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-21T04:07:08.320-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Deep Heat Gel'/><title type='text'>DT Fun Moments</title><content type='html'>On a nice sunny day (Sunday 19th October 2008 to be exact! ) I spent a day with my beloved Dt family! Well let me cut to the fun, it started after performance, when all the older guys were gone and there was only:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Samantha&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Josh&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Minhtam&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;William&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Jimmy&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Brad&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Peter&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Harry&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Kenneth&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Andrew&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Bach&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Johny&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Alan&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;ME!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;(Im sorry if I missed you out =[ )&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;So it all started out when i was talking with a bunch of the guys, when suddenly this whole group of the other guys sneakingly walks towards us with some white cream on their fingers. No one noticed but i did, and i asked Jimmy what it was. Then i smelt it and it turned out to be Deep Heat Gel.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="right"&gt;Well for those who don't know what it is, it's the stuff that you put on when you have a bruise or your muscles are sore or something. And it gives you this hot burning feeling on the place you applied it. Usually you just put in on in a very thin layer and it's enough to burn the crap outta you.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Well, the next thing i knew, &lt;strong&gt;someone&lt;/strong&gt; put a whole blob of heat gel on my face!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Then i quickly went to wash it off, only to come back for Peter to but more on my face, getting some in my mouth! :o &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Yes, at this point i started freaking out. i mean WTF I HAVE DEEP HEAT GEL IN MY MOUTH! So once again i quickly ran to wash my face and rinsed baby rinsed.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Then i got back and sat on the ground since i was tired of running around so much. Then William comes up to me and says. "Lisa, you are such a bitch." And grabs my hand and rubs Deep Heat all over my arm. Then smartie Jimmy comes around and POURS i mean &lt;strong&gt;literally&lt;/strong&gt; pours the deep heat on my arm. And since deep heat is really watery-ish, half the tube comes out. Then Bach making use of the situation comes along and puts some on my feet&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Ok so now I'm totally depressed. And my arm has started burning up....TT then the guys drag me away and tried to hose the Deep heat off. Since there was so much it wasnt possible to physically wash it with a tap. Then some &lt;strong&gt;people&lt;/strong&gt; ( -stares- Bach) purposely aim for to wet my white shirt == Yea they pretty much succeeded kinda. And thanks to Kenneth who gave me his spare shirt to change into. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;[Special mention &lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;to Kenneth&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;let me borrow&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;his shirt AND&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;since i spelt his&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;name wrong&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;before...sorry&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt; (: ]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;OK! then after i was changed, I saw a bottle of coke lying on the ground (since we ordered Pizza before we had some left) so then i just grabbed it and splashed in over Peter, since he like was part of the whole "&lt;u&gt;Attack Lisa with Deep Heat"&lt;/u&gt; team. It then turned out, Bach put deep heat in the bottle of coke :L ! AHHAS! GG to Peter, it burned him AND made him feel sticky! (H)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="right"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="right"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="right"&gt;Oh yea! Bach was being totally retarded, and put deep heat on his belly&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="right"&gt;and his....tits O_O"! yea i know..like totally EWWW.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="right"&gt;AHHAS! and Minhty, Josh and Andrew were being total idiots! with their "Omar Style" :L&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="right"&gt;Well that's pretty much it =)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="right"&gt;But seriously, it was a really fun day all in all ^^&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="right"&gt;Well apart from the whole deep heat gel thingo. That was...painful =(&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;EDIT&lt;/strong&gt;- kenneth ALSO helped Jimmy put Deep Heat on my neck! :o He just told me! well turned out HE was the one that sat on me to keep me down then jimmy put deep heat on my neck THEN Kenneth rubbed it in! :O you lil mofo -stares-&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Well that's it.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;The End&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4229939801080017570-4251440918358870072?l=themusicplaysfortwo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themusicplaysfortwo.blogspot.com/feeds/4251440918358870072/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4229939801080017570&amp;postID=4251440918358870072' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4229939801080017570/posts/default/4251440918358870072'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4229939801080017570/posts/default/4251440918358870072'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themusicplaysfortwo.blogspot.com/2008/10/dt-fun-moments.html' title='DT Fun Moments'/><author><name>LisaN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05944103319336253098</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-xY9YXQS7xoY/Tmrb4tlaiTI/AAAAAAAABhs/MJiLqabdD2M/s220/gifted-bag-black-suede-wedges-diy-thrifted-skirt-thrifted-top-dads-belt-_400.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4229939801080017570.post-8347400365791755578</id><published>2008-10-17T04:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-17T04:27:57.896-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='supercalifragilisticexpialidocious'/><title type='text'>A Week Of School</title><content type='html'>Well , I made it through a week of school! Oh and a week of studying in the library after school everyday AND walking home after library! (H)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well let me tell you quickly about my embarassing moment ==. Yesterday (Thursday 16th October 2008) I was happily chatting away and walking with Ashley over the bridge to enter the school, when suddenly I'm tapped on the shoulder. So I turned around...took a look and noticed I didn't know who it was and so I screamed...well more like squealed actually =(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Senior guy: "-after hearing me scream- OH! sorry, your bag is opened"&lt;br /&gt;Me: "-feeling stupid already- OH SHIT! sorry. I mean thanks &gt;&lt;"&lt;br /&gt;Senior guy: "It's OK."&lt;br /&gt;Me: "-zipping up my bag- ARGHH! so sorry &gt;&lt; thanks"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;at this moment I was TRULY embarassed. Sorry Senior guy =(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well this week has been ok I think. All has been well. I got my science back Skills Test back today. I got 34/40 =(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and I have started reading "Breaking Dawn" and I MUST say that it is way too dirty. I mean I was SHOCKED at how many times "sex" is mentioned. LITTLE KIDS COULD READ THIS YOU KNOW! :o&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ISKA world is tomorrow. Best of luck to: Oniichan, Kenson, Kelvin, Jimmy and Long =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love you guyss heaps&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4229939801080017570-8347400365791755578?l=themusicplaysfortwo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themusicplaysfortwo.blogspot.com/feeds/8347400365791755578/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4229939801080017570&amp;postID=8347400365791755578' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4229939801080017570/posts/default/8347400365791755578'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4229939801080017570/posts/default/8347400365791755578'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themusicplaysfortwo.blogspot.com/2008/10/week-of-school.html' title='A Week Of School'/><author><name>LisaN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05944103319336253098</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-xY9YXQS7xoY/Tmrb4tlaiTI/AAAAAAAABhs/MJiLqabdD2M/s220/gifted-bag-black-suede-wedges-diy-thrifted-skirt-thrifted-top-dads-belt-_400.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4229939801080017570.post-2139522615602851511</id><published>2008-10-14T04:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-14T04:37:24.376-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='I Miss You'/><title type='text'>School's Back</title><content type='html'>Well, it's been two days since we returned to school. Yesterday it was SOO HOT and today, the weather took a complete 180 degree turn and it was pouring and freezing today &gt;&lt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today in ag we got our assignment back! I only got 27/35, not very good im afraid =( Ying had an AWESOME assignment she got 34/35. Like seriously she hand sewed everything on like a felt book thing she made...-drools- it was soooooo cute! Oh and Karen got 34 as well! SOOO artistic!! &lt;33&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;English was noob Like super boring ==&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and like in art i was TRYING to do my design for my clay pot...i couldnt &gt;&lt; It was SOO HARD! Then i tried to do it at the library...epic fail =( But i finished English Hw! So Proud :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gah I gtg now....mummy's hassling me =(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ciaoo&lt;br /&gt;(PS. I FUCKEN LOVE "The Angry Beavers" so many memories!!)&lt;br /&gt;(PPS. New favourite song "Lucky- Jason Mraz &amp;&amp; Colbie Caillat)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Lucky I'm in love with my best friend,&lt;br /&gt;Lucky to have been where I have been,&lt;br /&gt;Lucky to be coming home again,&lt;br /&gt;Lucky we're in love in every way&lt;br /&gt;Lucky to have stayed where we have stayed&lt;br /&gt;Lucky to be coming home someday?"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4229939801080017570-2139522615602851511?l=themusicplaysfortwo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themusicplaysfortwo.blogspot.com/feeds/2139522615602851511/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4229939801080017570&amp;postID=2139522615602851511' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4229939801080017570/posts/default/2139522615602851511'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4229939801080017570/posts/default/2139522615602851511'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themusicplaysfortwo.blogspot.com/2008/10/schools-back.html' title='School&apos;s Back'/><author><name>LisaN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05944103319336253098</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-xY9YXQS7xoY/Tmrb4tlaiTI/AAAAAAAABhs/MJiLqabdD2M/s220/gifted-bag-black-suede-wedges-diy-thrifted-skirt-thrifted-top-dads-belt-_400.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4229939801080017570.post-4260438085638017822</id><published>2008-10-11T22:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-11T23:25:37.990-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='I want to go training =('/><title type='text'>Cool cars &amp;&amp; Family Fun</title><content type='html'>OKIEEE! so..my day started off with a wakeup call from...&lt;strong&gt;the homephone&lt;/strong&gt;. == with like the &lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;GAYEST&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt; SUCKIEST&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt; MOST&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt; ANNOYING&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt; ringtone ever. and like &lt;em&gt;NO ONE&lt;/em&gt; picked up...so i had to get up from my awesome comfy bed, fight through the crap on my bedroom floor and get to the phone. But, my adventure didnt end there, oh no it didnt, i then had to&lt;u&gt;&lt;em&gt; humiliatingly run in my pjs to the back house&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/u&gt; -cries- IT WAS SOO BADD and like yes..i then ran back into my room and jumped back in bed..just to get back out again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I brushed my teeth, grabbed some brekkie (=9) &amp;amp;&amp;amp; then hopped on the laptop to set out some things before i went to the meeting. Then my Mummy came home, so i went out to greet her ^^ And &lt;strong&gt;reminded&lt;/strong&gt; her that i had to go the meeting later&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mum: &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;"WHAT! do you know how busy we're gonna be today? People are coming over, I don't have time today, no im not taking you. Stay home."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Me:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;em&gt; "BUT I HAVE TO! It's a meeting! :o"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mum:&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;em&gt;"Didn't you say you didn't have to go today? Why do you have to go anyways"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Me: &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Erm..no I said i wasn't gonna go to the performance since it's postponed....and i have to cause it's &lt;u&gt;EXECUTIVE&lt;/u&gt; meeting today!!!!"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mum: &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;"I don't care.."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so at this part i was ready to breakdown, cry, moan, nag and somehow get my ass to the meeting in 2 hours ==. Well i went against that and went with the &lt;strong&gt;"Be a Good Girl &amp;amp;&amp;amp; Maybe She'll Decide To Take You Anyways" &lt;/strong&gt;Approach. Well I don't know what that means for most people, but for me it meant work my ass off and do &lt;u&gt;everything&lt;/u&gt; she told me to. She then finally came round and took me to DT for the meeting! (H)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the meeting, I was able to score a ride home with Anh Trung...&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;in his &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;COOL AWESOME PORSCHEEE! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;(H)! YAYER! like woah i love that car :L So we were just going halfway through cabra/canley then i was begging Anh Trung to open his convertible roof. But he said he can only do it when the car stops...and it only takes 12 seconds and I'm just like begging for a red light, so when we finally got to a red light he pressed these buttons and pulled a lever and BAM! 12 seconds later and we are cruising in a &lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;sexy convertible porsche&lt;/span&gt; (&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;L&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When i got home, Nathan was already there, then Lizzie &amp;amp;&amp;amp; Crystal came then basically everyone started coming. And they are still here now ^^&lt;br /&gt;well might give a mention of everyone here, so here i go:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Nathan&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Lizzie&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Crystal&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Yvonne&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Long&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Bi&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;LOLS! &lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;co&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;lo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;ur&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;fu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;l&lt;/span&gt; family =) [like literally, Lizzie is like...the &lt;strong&gt;black&lt;/strong&gt; one :L]&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Anyways, gonna end there ^^&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4229939801080017570-4260438085638017822?l=themusicplaysfortwo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themusicplaysfortwo.blogspot.com/feeds/4260438085638017822/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4229939801080017570&amp;postID=4260438085638017822' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4229939801080017570/posts/default/4260438085638017822'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4229939801080017570/posts/default/4260438085638017822'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themusicplaysfortwo.blogspot.com/2008/10/cool-cars-family-fun.html' title='Cool cars &amp;&amp; Family Fun'/><author><name>LisaN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05944103319336253098</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-xY9YXQS7xoY/Tmrb4tlaiTI/AAAAAAAABhs/MJiLqabdD2M/s220/gifted-bag-black-suede-wedges-diy-thrifted-skirt-thrifted-top-dads-belt-_400.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
