<?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-16679757</id><updated>2011-04-21T17:27:07.896-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sideways.</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://starr-revolver.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16679757/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://starr-revolver.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16679757/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>katherine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07880668538234022357</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://i2.tinypic.com/sx0haa.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>105</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16679757.post-116005097914148799</id><published>2006-10-05T05:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-05T05:22:59.156-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Hi, Bye it's so good!</title><content type='html'>HI! Guess what I had a revelation today, and that means I gotta close this blog down because it's just like this succubus that sucks energy from me, I think I've said that before.&lt;br /&gt;Yeah it's year 12 and I don't want to waste time thinking Oh that would be interesting to blog about everytime something happens or I feel bored! I need to be more proactive in the real stuff in my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Going to disable comments and take down the tagboard as soon as I learn HTML so there will be no reason to check this blog anymore for me and that's one part of the internet I'm closed off to and not revolving around anymore!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quick entry I'm just typing as fast as I can because I'm gonna go be proactive now! Haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and no matter what happens, I love my voluptuous bosoms heaps!!!! HAHA HOW kinky did that sound!!! circle joke.. but i meant the other meaning like DIAMOND FRIENDS yeah yeah yeah - LOVEY DOVEY DOVEY all the time!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aish be excited over little things cos it's always worth it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OK I G2G&lt;br /&gt;I have no nice pictures of myself, but I think this one just captures the mood of last night so well!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/984/1590/1600/Copy%20of%20CIMG2256.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/984/1590/320/Copy%20of%20CIMG2256.0.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;rofflelamayo!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16679757-116005097914148799?l=starr-revolver.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://starr-revolver.blogspot.com/feeds/116005097914148799/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16679757&amp;postID=116005097914148799' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16679757/posts/default/116005097914148799'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16679757/posts/default/116005097914148799'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://starr-revolver.blogspot.com/2006/10/hi-bye-its-so-good.html' title='Hi, Bye it&apos;s so good!'/><author><name>katherine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07880668538234022357</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://i2.tinypic.com/sx0haa.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16679757.post-116001042718031426</id><published>2006-10-04T17:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-04T18:07:07.200-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;oh mannnnnnnnnn. holidays are beaut! &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;alex is @ a farm atm.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;reckon i've lost my blogging skills. mebe i have nothing in my head anymore. prolli.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Yr 12: great big things. no scary!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ps this is my 104th post!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;pps Vivian, my loyal loyal fan, stupidhead - click!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://profile.myspace.com/index.cfm?fuseaction=user.viewprofile&amp;friendid=10582527"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;http://profile.myspace.com/index.cfm?fuseaction=user.viewprofile&amp;amp;friendid=10582527&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;Spinninz&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#cc9933;"&gt;Loveeeeeeee.... such a silly game we play...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#cc9933;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What is love what is love what is love?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#cc9933;"&gt;(fav song from She's the Man!!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;everytime i look at you you always look so beautiful&lt;br /&gt;...chain smoking cigarettes and three bottles of red wine&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;lyrics are uber lame but the song is lovely upbeaty.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16679757-116001042718031426?l=starr-revolver.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://starr-revolver.blogspot.com/feeds/116001042718031426/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16679757&amp;postID=116001042718031426' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16679757/posts/default/116001042718031426'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16679757/posts/default/116001042718031426'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://starr-revolver.blogspot.com/2006/10/oh-mannnnnnnnnn.html' title=''/><author><name>katherine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07880668538234022357</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://i2.tinypic.com/sx0haa.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16679757.post-115992629751311467</id><published>2006-10-03T18:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-03T18:44:57.590-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Gone With The Wind. I missed it on Sat! Shucks.&lt;br /&gt;Sesame Street Version is OKAYYYYYYY of a substitute i guess haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://youtube.com/watch?v=FKIjrzRMEqw"&gt;http://youtube.com/watch?v=FKIjrzRMEqw&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love Lisa Mitchell!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;Everytime her voice soars, so does my heart. (lol) LOVE HER SINGING.&lt;br /&gt;Serzly. SHE WAS BORN 22 March 1990!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt; 'Cause everything's so wrong &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;And I don't belong &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Living in your &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Precious memories&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16679757-115992629751311467?l=starr-revolver.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://starr-revolver.blogspot.com/feeds/115992629751311467/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16679757&amp;postID=115992629751311467' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16679757/posts/default/115992629751311467'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16679757/posts/default/115992629751311467'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://starr-revolver.blogspot.com/2006/10/gone-with-wind.html' title=''/><author><name>katherine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07880668538234022357</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://i2.tinypic.com/sx0haa.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16679757.post-115974849041132990</id><published>2006-10-01T17:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-01T17:21:30.433-07:00</updated><title type='text'>eggcellent</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.b3ta.com/features/howtopoachanegg/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:180%;"&gt;http://www.b3ta.com/features/howtopoachanegg/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I LOVE HOLIDAY BREAKFASTS.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16679757-115974849041132990?l=starr-revolver.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://starr-revolver.blogspot.com/feeds/115974849041132990/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16679757&amp;postID=115974849041132990' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16679757/posts/default/115974849041132990'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16679757/posts/default/115974849041132990'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://starr-revolver.blogspot.com/2006/10/eggcellent.html' title='eggcellent'/><author><name>katherine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07880668538234022357</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://i2.tinypic.com/sx0haa.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16679757.post-115943640114962719</id><published>2006-09-28T02:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-28T02:40:01.173-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I AM SO FULL!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;I KEEP EATING AND IT'S SO HORRIBLE&lt;br /&gt;no body beautiful lately&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know what I had today? about 1kg of that dinky asian AGAR jelly with jackfruit suspended in it. not even that nice. Seriously. SERIOUSLY. &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;SERIOUSLY.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i can't DO anything when i'm too full. need to sit and digest food. it's such a pathetic waste of time gorging myself!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway woooo i have super fast internet now cos got hooked up to the payTV thingobob for free.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;summer holidays. cant wait.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Looking for Alibrandi. Remmber when josephine mentions the Cockroaches who played at their school... organised by Father ___(can't memba). anywayyy. the Wiggles started out as the Cockroaches! playing around Glebe&lt;br /&gt;THE WIGGLES! jeff is asian.?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;these are photos i uploaded for my aunty: they're cutteeee . &lt;a href="http://au.pg.photos.yahoo.com/ph/kadeybob/album?.dir=ef4ascd&amp;.src=ph&amp;amp;store=&amp;prodid=&amp;amp;.done=http%3a//au.pg.photos.yahoo.com/ph/kadeybob/my_photos"&gt;http://au.pg.photos.yahoo.com/ph/kadeybob/album?.dir=ef4ascd&amp;.src=ph&amp;amp;store=&amp;prodid=&amp;amp;.done=http%3a//au.pg.photos.yahoo.com/ph/kadeybob/my_photos&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16679757-115943640114962719?l=starr-revolver.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://starr-revolver.blogspot.com/feeds/115943640114962719/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16679757&amp;postID=115943640114962719' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16679757/posts/default/115943640114962719'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16679757/posts/default/115943640114962719'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://starr-revolver.blogspot.com/2006/09/i-am-so-full-i-keep-eating-and-its-so.html' title=''/><author><name>katherine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07880668538234022357</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://i2.tinypic.com/sx0haa.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16679757.post-115884132749212583</id><published>2006-09-21T05:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-21T05:22:07.506-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>HI i'm still alive but too dreamy to blog anymore&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;just plonked and watched that Australian Dancesport 04 thing on ABC and it was uber cute!!!&lt;br /&gt;All these under-10s doing the rumba at the Nationals!!!&lt;br /&gt;faketaneyelinersequinshairspray&lt;br /&gt;oh what vision!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Peace brother =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16679757-115884132749212583?l=starr-revolver.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://starr-revolver.blogspot.com/feeds/115884132749212583/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16679757&amp;postID=115884132749212583' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16679757/posts/default/115884132749212583'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16679757/posts/default/115884132749212583'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://starr-revolver.blogspot.com/2006/09/hi-im-still-alive-but-too-dreamy-to.html' title=''/><author><name>katherine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07880668538234022357</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://i2.tinypic.com/sx0haa.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16679757.post-115789601690954901</id><published>2006-09-10T06:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-10T06:56:52.566-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;just started the BBC Pride and Prejudice (colin firth one) cos LAST year at Nhi's girlie PP fest thing, i wasn't really feeling it. so i decided to try again totally unregretful.... OI IT IS FANTABULOUS. i GET it now&lt;br /&gt;but lizzy is way prettier than Jane in the movie, which is w-rrronggg heck yeah&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yester i went to macquarie uni open day with some actuary-wannabes but asdfjhaksjd, CRAP FREEBIES i tellsya! and it was miserably raining. lol and i didn't get 2 eat any liquid nitrogen icecream, cos tight schedule yknow. soz nothing but complaints cos i left unsatisfied haha. but there was a magic show which was pretty damn cool and i got my name Calligriphied. if thats a word.&lt;br /&gt;afterward Uncle's housewarming slash baby's one month celebration. my new baby cousin is the most gorgeous frikkin bub ever. SERIOUSLY, think of the most adorable thing you know and you still don't know the extent of his adorableness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2dayyyyyyy was yet another formal dress shopping disaster in the city. but mannnn was it fun trying on dresses!! ive got photos somewhere ill upload my Best Dress of All Time on soon. its blue and got straps and just swell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bang bang shots.&lt;br /&gt;Some o my cool family bathing togetherrrrrrrrrrrr&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/984/1590/1600/Copy%20of%20IMG_2862.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/984/1590/320/Copy%20of%20IMG_2862.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Another week of schoool... groooooooooooooool =]&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;puahahhaha alex just made me laugh NONSTOP for 5 minutes. HE'S SO FUNNY. to laugh atttt. an Absolut 'CARD'&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;laughter stays in ur stomach for a whole niteeeeeeeeeeeee :):):):):):):):)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16679757-115789601690954901?l=starr-revolver.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://starr-revolver.blogspot.com/feeds/115789601690954901/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16679757&amp;postID=115789601690954901' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16679757/posts/default/115789601690954901'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16679757/posts/default/115789601690954901'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://starr-revolver.blogspot.com/2006/09/just-started-bbc-pride-and-prejudice.html' title=''/><author><name>katherine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07880668538234022357</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://i2.tinypic.com/sx0haa.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16679757.post-115729211678089032</id><published>2006-09-03T06:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-03T07:01:56.820-07:00</updated><title type='text'>linger</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;exam week was a bit too relaxing because i didn't hardcore study my toosh off like i shoulda.&lt;br /&gt;baja fajita but now it's over and can i just say "what a pleasant weekend i've had...!!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;not full partying. not going to the beach in my sunnies. more of a diffused happiness from a mix of chores. HAHAHA loserrrr maxified!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friday nite: soooooooooo NICE. did nothing but clean my room.&lt;br /&gt;slept late at like 2 again. stupiidddd because that added to my total lack of sleep for a weel = sore throat&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday;;;;;; GREat day. cabraaaa homeland and then fathers day BBQ. and cousin's birthday with some funny cake. OK so it was like pandan (green asian flavoured) at the bottom, then white mud, then cinammon, then chocolate fugdge thing. with strawberries. all within 10cm. ravaged my tastebuds.&lt;br /&gt;got home at nite and my roomed smelt mouldy so i filled my desk with candles and lit all of them. beuatiful beautiful. however, i also set my hair on fire. but not that much fire. enough to make me scream tho. must say.. one of the scariest moments of my life. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;burnt hair is realllllllly gross. i thought it looked nice for a minute.. because it goes all curly, but then i touched it and it decomposed into ashes. metaphorical or what? ok i sound like a ditz agian.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SUNDAY:: I CLEANED SO MUCH i never felt better. watched &lt;strong&gt;click&lt;/strong&gt;. cried. it was so wannabe metaphor deep tho, but still got to me. they awlays do! k beckinsale is way beautiful.&lt;br /&gt;GNITE!! :)&lt;br /&gt; &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/16679757-115729211678089032?l=starr-revolver.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://starr-revolver.blogspot.com/feeds/115729211678089032/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16679757&amp;postID=115729211678089032' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16679757/posts/default/115729211678089032'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16679757/posts/default/115729211678089032'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://starr-revolver.blogspot.com/2006/09/linger.html' title='linger'/><author><name>katherine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07880668538234022357</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://i2.tinypic.com/sx0haa.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16679757.post-115684173285042005</id><published>2006-08-29T01:51:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-29T01:55:32.876-07:00</updated><title type='text'>maybe you were right.. but baby, i was lonely. i don't want to fight. i'm tired of being sorry...</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;LAST WEEK, didn't click the publish button.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pretty empty-ish!!!!!! Except for my usuals, its very breathable around here. if i turn aroudna nd reassess...&lt;br /&gt;on tueserday i was a loner and stayed homeee, but i had a breakdown and realised i neeeeeed to be around people, i'm never staying home EVER again even if i have chicken pox and have 2 spread it 2 everyone&lt;br /&gt;i'm gannoyed my mums ass = 0.5 of my ass.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i caught train home and it was THE BEst. i love catching train home to chester Hill, like my favvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvv experience in general. and clariceee yasi said she saw you , which meant I SAW YOU too maybe.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;another arvo wasted.. asian neighbour whose learning childcare @ tafe came over and i sang nursery rhymes for her. BWH uber super, everyones hooking up, working out fine hahah&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;̣ vivian says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;gluck. and btw, stop making up ur own words on ur blog&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;̣ vivian says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;kathy told me it was a sign of insanity&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;greatttttttttttt&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bad food i had: chico roll, hot chips, cupcake. eeeeeek! nb: chico rolls = really grody.&lt;br /&gt;i can't WAIT for exams to end and get out. the computer screen is closing in on me. too small. and bum hurts cos so sedentary. i'm craving the other kind of sedentary bum hurt. the one where you go on longass drives down the coast and where u can't get enough of the smell of cow poop on the side of the road.&lt;br /&gt;go out at night for icecream... that bum hurt i love all ways all the time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Arthur_Schopenhauer"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Arthur Schopenhauer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;."There is something quite peculiar to be found in the deep, unconscious seriousness with which two young people of the opposite sex regard each for the first time, the searching and penetrating glance they cast at each other, the careful inspection all the features and parts of their respective persons have to undergo."&lt;br /&gt;the dude from Life is Beautiful. Yeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;TODAY!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zee Oh Em Gee.&lt;br /&gt;mateee i'm just so not ready for exams, have done hardly any studying.. not to mention hardly any homework - the whole past two terms. lol have i mentioned today was exams? so yer not like i can complain and study. it's so bad, i just complain now&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I redid my english essay and she said it was crap basically again! i tryyyyy to follow what she says. English sometimes likes me, sometimes doesn't... sometimes i get 11, somes i get 24. so who knows? maybe i'll be lucky this time. Mmm everyone i know is doing 4Units of somethingggg.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;don't like studying.. house is toooo lonely when i get home now. i'm all by myself... dun wanna be all by myself. but Mum's always AWOL again lately. leaves the house at 5.30am and now its 5pm and she's not home. i shrugs as to where alex is, prolli gmas!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this blog is getting old.. nearly 1! uh huh, it's been interesting with the spillage of my superficial thoughts about the banalities of life. spillage. i think its funny cos if u dun know me that well and u talk to me, u'll get exactly the same thing as what's on my blog... but yeah, then everyone thinks that all i think about is homework lol&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.news.com.au/dailytelegraph/story/0,22049,20253647-5001021,00.html"&gt;http://www.news.com.au/dailytelegraph/story/0,22049,20253647-5001021,00.html&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;lookat the guy! rising above the masses with his cocky head in the paper. hey props to him man. see it's COOL to take someone out from Bathurst, but it's never going to be cool 2 take someone out from Sydney's inner western suburbs with our homie-wannabes and all that (even tho my particular suburb is seriously like a retirement village)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. as you may have noticed.. Major layout revamp! new link. [TRAM!!!] tried to do some fancy stuff, but the links is as far as i go html-wise&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm gon go watch TV and the i'm Gon study. OK? bai.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;All the roads we have to walk are winding. And all the lights that lead us there are blinding. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;know i'm a bit late but je t'aime Oasis&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/16679757-115684173285042005?l=starr-revolver.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://starr-revolver.blogspot.com/feeds/115684173285042005/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16679757&amp;postID=115684173285042005' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16679757/posts/default/115684173285042005'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16679757/posts/default/115684173285042005'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://starr-revolver.blogspot.com/2006/08/maybe-you-were-right-but-baby-i-was_29.html' title='maybe you were right.. but baby, i was lonely. i don&apos;t want to fight. i&apos;m tired of being sorry...'/><author><name>katherine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07880668538234022357</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://i2.tinypic.com/sx0haa.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16679757.post-115684167961952269</id><published>2006-08-29T01:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-29T01:54:39.643-07:00</updated><title type='text'>maybe you were right.. but baby, i was lonely. i don't want to fight. i'm tired of being sorry...</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;LAST WEEK, didn't click the publish button.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pretty empty-ish!!!!!! Except for my usuals, its very breathable around here. if i turn aroudna nd reassess...&lt;br /&gt;on tueserday i was a loner and stayed homeee, but i had a breakdown and realised i neeeeeed to be around people, i'm never staying home EVER again even if i have chicken pox and have 2 spread it 2 everyone&lt;br /&gt;i'm gannoyed my mums ass = 0.5 of my ass.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i caught train home and it was THE BEst. i love catching train home to chester Hill, like my favvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvv experience in general. and clariceee yasi said she saw you , which meant I SAW YOU too maybe.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;another arvo wasted.. asian neighbour whose learning childcare @ tafe came over and i sang nursery rhymes for her. BWH uber super, everyones hooking up, working out fine hahah&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;̣ vivian says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;gluck. and btw, stop making up ur own words on ur blog&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;̣ vivian says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;kathy told me it was a sign of insanity&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;greatttttttttttt&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bad food i had: chico roll, hot chips, cupcake. eeeeeek! nb: chico rolls = really grody.&lt;br /&gt;i can't WAIT for exams to end and get out. the computer screen is closing in on me. too small. and bum hurts cos so sedentary. i'm craving the other kind of sedentary bum hurt. the one where you go on longass drives down the coast and where u can't get enough of the smell of cow poop on the side of the road.&lt;br /&gt;go out at night for icecream... that bum hurt i love all ways all the time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Arthur_Schopenhauer"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Arthur Schopenhauer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;."There is something quite peculiar to be found in the deep, unconscious seriousness with which two young people of the opposite sex regard each for the first time, the searching and penetrating glance they cast at each other, the careful inspection all the features and parts of their respective persons have to undergo."&lt;br /&gt;the dude from Life is Beautiful. Yeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;TODAY!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zee Oh Em Gee.&lt;br /&gt;mateee i'm just so not ready for exams, have done hardly any studying.. not to mention hardly any homework - the whole past two terms. lol have i mentioned today was exams? so yer not like i can complain and study. it's so bad, i just complain now&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I redid my english essay and she said it was crap basically again! i tryyyyy to follow what she says. English sometimes likes me, sometimes doesn't... sometimes i get 11, somes i get 24. so who knows? maybe i'll be lucky this time. Mmm everyone i know is doing 4Units of somethingggg.&lt;br /&gt;don't like studying.. house is toooo lonely when i get home now. i'm all by myself... dun wanna be all by myself. but Mum's always AWOL again lately. leaves the house at 5.30am and now its 5pm and she's not home. i shrugs as to where alex is, prolli gmas!&lt;br /&gt;this blog is getting old.. nearly 1! uh huh, it's been interesting with the spillage of my superficial thoughts about the banalities of life. spillage. i think its funny cos if u dun know me that well and u talk to me, u'll get exactly the same thing as what's on my blog... but yeah, then everyone thinks that all i think about is homework lol&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.news.com.au/dailytelegraph/story/0,22049,20253647-5001021,00.html"&gt;http://www.news.com.au/dailytelegraph/story/0,22049,20253647-5001021,00.html&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;lookat the guy! rising above the masses with his cocky head in the paper. hey props to him man. see it's COOL to take someone out from Bathurst, but it's never going to be cool 2 take someone out from Sydney's inner western suburbs with our homie-wannabes and all that (even tho my particular suburb is seriously like a retirement village)&lt;br /&gt;P.S. as you may have noticed.. Major layout revamp! new link. [TRAM!!!] tried to do some fancy stuff, but the links is as far as i go html-wise&lt;br /&gt;I'm gon go watch TV and the i'm Gon study. OK? bai.&lt;br /&gt;All the roads we have to walk are winding. And all the lights that lead us there are blinding. Where were you when we were getting high? know i'm a bit late but je t'aime Oasis&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/16679757-115684167961952269?l=starr-revolver.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://starr-revolver.blogspot.com/feeds/115684167961952269/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16679757&amp;postID=115684167961952269' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16679757/posts/default/115684167961952269'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16679757/posts/default/115684167961952269'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://starr-revolver.blogspot.com/2006/08/maybe-you-were-right-but-baby-i-was.html' title='maybe you were right.. but baby, i was lonely. i don&apos;t want to fight. i&apos;m tired of being sorry...'/><author><name>katherine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07880668538234022357</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://i2.tinypic.com/sx0haa.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16679757.post-115616562653872011</id><published>2006-08-21T06:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-21T06:07:06.556-07:00</updated><title type='text'>O i wish i was a punk rocker with flowers in my hair</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;I super-large love jennools! d soiree was a blast funny funny funnny! HER mum knows my name!!! so hektik cos i pretending 2 be chinese cos i totally butcher the vietnamese language everytime i say something.&lt;br /&gt;me own mum was a bit frownfrown when i got home though because she stayed up 4 me, but i lub her. we got lost again tho on the way there, as per usualle haha.&lt;br /&gt;was such a refresher to &lt;strong&gt;laugh&lt;/strong&gt; with friends who aren't thinking about exams...since sefton has their exams a MONTH after us.&lt;br /&gt;anyway so the whole night was dandy but i got home right, and then i got changed, brushed my teeth.. go into bed. then FREEZE. thinking: oh crap, i shoulda studied hey. so i chemistry buckyballs anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;read this on a cousin's myspace ages ago...&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I've been waiting since birth to find a love that would look and sound like a movie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;soooooooooooooooooooooooooooo know what that feels like now. &lt;strong&gt;W-O-W-A-T-R.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;word out&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16679757-115616562653872011?l=starr-revolver.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://starr-revolver.blogspot.com/feeds/115616562653872011/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16679757&amp;postID=115616562653872011' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16679757/posts/default/115616562653872011'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16679757/posts/default/115616562653872011'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://starr-revolver.blogspot.com/2006/08/o-i-wish-i-was-punk-rocker-with.html' title='O i wish i was a punk rocker with flowers in my hair'/><author><name>katherine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07880668538234022357</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://i2.tinypic.com/sx0haa.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16679757.post-115588832981015493</id><published>2006-08-18T01:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-21T06:13:47.230-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>physics is so good! Michael Faraday is looks like what i imagine Mr. Darcy/Rhett Butler would look like. soooo ultimate hot!!!&lt;br /&gt;(soz this is the only way i can study physics.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/984/1590/1600/FARADAY.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/984/1590/320/FARADAY.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;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"The General Theory of Relativity predicts that time should run slower near an object as large as a planet. This prediction was tested and verified in 1962"&lt;br /&gt;yoo hoo how does that work?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yum. My mum has this thing @ work where they have like semi-parties every week or something and so she brings home all this yummmoolcious home-cooked food. today we had Vietnamese summer rolls and flan. FLAN! i don't know anyone who doesn't love flan! and my aunties are baking heaps lately... so heaps of homemade icecream, jam shortbread and orange and poppyseed cake! &gt;&lt; bad but completely deevine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think i'm in General Happiness. there's sadness but no NET sadness. helps that i've restarted using my spesh gardenia moisteriser and it evokes the mood of past summers (love moisteriser in summer)... smell memories are the best.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;speaking of seasons... IT'S AUGUST! .. i.e. brother's birthday! all cool people have their brother's birthday on Aug 21-22 (E.g. Me, Rusli and Wendle Sailors)&lt;br /&gt;Aug also that means Spring has nearly SPRUNG!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love the radio, I do, I do. such great songs out atm! video hasn't yet quite killed the radio star. nick lacheys song has grown on me, even tho he is actually so gross.&lt;br /&gt;man if i were jess simp, i would be like gaga (again, even tho he is actually so gross.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. i had more pics i SPECIALLY selected for Jenools biday post, but i forgot, so i'll put them here now&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16679757-115588832981015493?l=starr-revolver.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://starr-revolver.blogspot.com/feeds/115588832981015493/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16679757&amp;postID=115588832981015493' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16679757/posts/default/115588832981015493'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16679757/posts/default/115588832981015493'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://starr-revolver.blogspot.com/2006/08/physics-is-so-good-michael-faraday-is_18.html' title=''/><author><name>katherine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07880668538234022357</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://i2.tinypic.com/sx0haa.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16679757.post-115564203706906830</id><published>2006-08-15T04:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-15T05:29:58.740-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;OHEMGEE!!!! I'm excited again!!!!!! cos y'all..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:180%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;JENOOLS!!!!!!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;got ur email with the photo and i'm all envy-eyes *+* Could there possibly be a better birthday present! Moiraaaaaaa!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You know what day it is tomorrow???&lt;br /&gt;Aug 16: far out Way cool!!&lt;br /&gt;As I said... Hoorah! &lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;Officially Dynamite&lt;/span&gt; now. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;U know it!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;XxxXXXXxxxXxxxxxxXX somuchlove,&lt;br /&gt;Kat&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/984/1590/1600/clar,%20viv,%20jen,%20kimb,%20kat.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/984/1590/320/clar%2C%20viv%2C%20jen%2C%20kimb%2C%20kat.0.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/16679757-115564203706906830?l=starr-revolver.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://starr-revolver.blogspot.com/feeds/115564203706906830/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16679757&amp;postID=115564203706906830' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16679757/posts/default/115564203706906830'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16679757/posts/default/115564203706906830'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://starr-revolver.blogspot.com/2006/08/ohemgee-im-excited-again-cos-yall.html' title=''/><author><name>katherine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07880668538234022357</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://i2.tinypic.com/sx0haa.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16679757.post-115564127861646102</id><published>2006-08-15T04:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-15T04:27:58.640-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>just before rollcall this morning, Dick Smith (peanut butter guy) landed his helicopter on our oval and came to our assembly to give one of those motivational success talks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;he was really cool. photos are somewhere.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;normally i'd be dead because of excitement over this but really don't see how im moving atm. running on pure rushdrughormone thing A.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and my name was still in the paper&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm growing a goatee because uber stress particles flowing everywhere.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;where am i going???? went to all these presentations from UWS and UNSW in lecture theatre @ lunch thought it would help but driving me more crazy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;where to now obie wan???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm lethargic...&lt;br /&gt;AND MY THUMB HURTS&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16679757-115564127861646102?l=starr-revolver.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://starr-revolver.blogspot.com/feeds/115564127861646102/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16679757&amp;postID=115564127861646102' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16679757/posts/default/115564127861646102'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16679757/posts/default/115564127861646102'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://starr-revolver.blogspot.com/2006/08/just-before-rollcall-this-morning-dick.html' title=''/><author><name>katherine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07880668538234022357</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://i2.tinypic.com/sx0haa.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16679757.post-115502273582512946</id><published>2006-08-08T00:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-08T00:38:55.850-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;"&gt;Listen to this mushy slow song. (not boy band , clicking fingers 'oh baby baby' everywhere style. this is NICE mushy)&lt;br /&gt;The Fear You Won't Fall - Joshua Radin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;"&gt;Chemistry is hard 2 understand, and Physics is hard to memorise and maths is hard to apply and English is hard to read. Everythings so hard these days really. I'm paralysed with a fear of work. There are times when I feel so manky and absolutely dread next year.&lt;br /&gt;I wish I was like fully hektik smart but OHWELL. zOmg, did i tell you i keep getting Credits-on-the-brink-of-Participation now? It's kind of scary because sometimes.. the guy next to me will be like, oh lookie here, I came first in NSW and ACT. I'm not kidding. And this is for all the competitions I've done so far... which is 2, the Rio Tinto Big Science competetion and the ordinary NSW Sci comp. Sometimes I can just feel the brain cells turning into fat cells in my head @*@&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;DW i'm not upset or anything, because of course... how could anyone be upset TODAY when TODAY... is &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;W&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;orld&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;H&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;p&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;p&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;i&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;n&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;e&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;ss&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;Day&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Happiness Alfred D. Souza&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;For a long time it seemed to me that life was about to begin - real life. But there was always some obstacle in the way, something to be gotten through first, some unfinished business, time to still be served, a debt to be paid. Then life would begin. At last it dawned on me that these obstacles were my life.&lt;br /&gt;This perspective has helped me to see that there is no way to happiness. Happiness is the way. So, treasure every moment &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;that you have. And treasure it more because you shared it with someone special, special enough to spend your &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.soulonline.org/glossary/t.htm////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////lTime"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;time&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:100%;"&gt; … and remember that time waits for no one…&lt;br /&gt;So stop waiting until you finish school, until you go back to school, until you lose ten pounds, until you gain ten pounds, until you have kids, until your kids leave the house, until you start work, until you retire, until you get married, until you get divorced, until Friday night, until Sunday morning, until you get a new car or home, until your car or home is paid off, until spring, until summer, until fall, until winter, until you are off welfare, until the first or fifteenth, until your song comes on, until you've had a drink, until you've sobered up, until you die, until you are born again to decide that there is no better time than right now to be happy… Happiness is a journey, not a destination.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Haha the last sentence kind of ruins it.. but it's warm sunshine nonetheless. I LOVE the &lt;strong&gt;'until your song comes on'&lt;/strong&gt; part. Don't you just &lt;strong&gt;so reckon&lt;/strong&gt;?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Beautiful weather today, must say must say. Took Alex out for our first walk in ages and it was really nice. The sun is setting as I type this and my blinds are filtering in the prettiest light. It's so clear outside and I can see all the way to Parramatta from where I'm sitting. Pretty cool...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;burritos!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16679757-115502273582512946?l=starr-revolver.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://starr-revolver.blogspot.com/feeds/115502273582512946/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16679757&amp;postID=115502273582512946' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16679757/posts/default/115502273582512946'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16679757/posts/default/115502273582512946'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://starr-revolver.blogspot.com/2006/08/listen-to-this-mushy-slow-song.html' title=''/><author><name>katherine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07880668538234022357</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://i2.tinypic.com/sx0haa.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16679757.post-115460902537802595</id><published>2006-08-03T05:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-03T05:43:45.400-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I had Mango ice cream today from New Zealand Naturals (plug plug) and it wos YUM YUM. It's like texture of ice cream but a similar suckability factor to that of an icy pole.&lt;br /&gt;Also had my first eel sushi. It's just like fatty fish, but I wouldn't eat it again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I quit piano for good! It feels like such a huge burden's been lifted off my shoulders. However, I'm planning to volunteer for a while, so it'll be back to no free Wednesdays soon.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ANYWAY today was embarassment as per usual factoriallyy.&lt;br /&gt;I had this like red patch thingo on my face and people start telling me it was so cute and in the shape of a horseshoe.&lt;br /&gt;I thought to myself "A horseshoe? That's like a CIRCLE"&lt;br /&gt;With the help of Google, I diagnosed myself with ringworm and I really thought that my face was going to fall off in grey scales like the website said. Then I told everyone I maybe had ringworm.. because the website said it was highly contagious and could spread really quick.. like maybe even if you looked at someone, then you'd give them ringworm. So course I was escorted by an entourage to the Science staffroom because all these other people thought they had ringworm too.&lt;br /&gt;i shoved my face in front of this rando bio teacher and he laughed and said it was dry skin and basically where is ur moisturiser.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Snap ay.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hahah Mwah love, today was all the boost and sunshine i needed =)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the way my chookies... be happy cos its contagious and it Bounces everywhere.&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/16679757-115460902537802595?l=starr-revolver.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://starr-revolver.blogspot.com/feeds/115460902537802595/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16679757&amp;postID=115460902537802595' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16679757/posts/default/115460902537802595'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16679757/posts/default/115460902537802595'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://starr-revolver.blogspot.com/2006/08/i-had-mango-ice-cream-today-from-new.html' title=''/><author><name>katherine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07880668538234022357</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://i2.tinypic.com/sx0haa.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16679757.post-115434793566235872</id><published>2006-07-31T05:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-31T05:12:15.676-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Danger: high quality DNA.</title><content type='html'>The other day I told my mum I wanted to do a degree in Middle Eastern Studies (cos its hectic atm) or like Liberal Studies or like Inernational Studies. Then she gave me her "Thinking look" and was like "Mm". And so.. I stopped wanting to do a degree in Middle Eastern Studies.&lt;br /&gt;There actually is no point to that story except that my life has no point atm! Like it has a point, but not a sharp sharp deadly spearlike point-point yknow?&lt;br /&gt;Nursing is so way out of the question now, it's at this totally rando campus. They advertise all this Oh look at what we do at Manning Bar and check out the neo-gothic quadrangle, it's like totally fantaboolishious. and then they chuck me at some campus opposite a cemetary... don't think so.&lt;br /&gt;Snap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tania left on Sunday, and I reckon I'll miss her presencee. cos she's funnnnnny in my-family-funny way. in melbourne, phyl, me and her squished onto this little double bed and she just talked for the whole night about nothing. And i only just started force feeding her vegemite... it's an acquired taste.. and now she'll never acquire it. makes me blue clues.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I cooked rice today because my mum went all AWOL on us and i totally started frapping because it was disgustissimo... leaving me and my poor poor brother riceless. However, S'Ok now cos i just gave him Spam. lol i love meat in a can meat in a can&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16679757-115434793566235872?l=starr-revolver.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://starr-revolver.blogspot.com/feeds/115434793566235872/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16679757&amp;postID=115434793566235872' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16679757/posts/default/115434793566235872'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16679757/posts/default/115434793566235872'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://starr-revolver.blogspot.com/2006/07/danger-high-quality-dna.html' title='Danger: high quality DNA.'/><author><name>katherine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07880668538234022357</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://i2.tinypic.com/sx0haa.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16679757.post-115365993480256055</id><published>2006-07-23T06:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-23T06:05:34.820-07:00</updated><title type='text'>buh buh clock knock buh buh</title><content type='html'>yay... new cousin! lachlan's birthday is 2 days after mine =) =) man i LOVE new people. squishy squish DUde.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;School is so grody. I'm on my deathbed here, but I still have to go to school. nostrils are so blocked they aren't functioning anymore. It's annoying cos now I passive smoke heaps. People keep telling me I'm drowning in noxious fumes but I never realise it til I see a person actually suck in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my l'histoire presentation, was blah blah unmoving. My voice was goooooonee after 5 minutes, but I soldiered on like a soldier soldiering for the full 10.5 minutes and guzzled 1L of water afterward to compensate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway... I was reading something about holocaust denial propaganda to see why people believe it and i just started falling for it. luckily i stopped to resassess everything after I was holocaust-denying inside. Man Frikkin' IDIOT man, I'm so gullible. can't believe i feel for that crap even for that one moment..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On another note...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Britain's latest series of &lt;strong&gt;Big Brother&lt;/strong&gt; has also come under attack for choosing some contestants who clearly have mental disorders, and exploiting them.&lt;br /&gt;Housemates have included a woman with fake breasts said to be the largest in England. It has been suggested she suffers from body dismorphic disorder.&lt;br /&gt;There has also been a woman recovering from anorexia and a man with a suicidal mental history who left the show after four days, having said he came to die on the program.&lt;br /&gt;Then there was a man with Tourette's Syndrome - it was presumably hoped he would titillate audiences with outbursts of swearing.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.smh.com.au/news/tv--radio/uk-big-brother-fixed/2006/07/13/1152637781325.html"&gt;http://www.smh.com.au/news/tv--radio/uk-big-brother-fixed/2006/07/13/1152637781325.html&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Sydney Morning Herald, July 13 2006&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know, I read the paper all the time, like the real thing, and online. But how come I never seem to be able to follow the major issues that go on, like the Hezbollah/Israel thing?? Somehow, I always end up only reading stories like that BB thing.&lt;br /&gt;Sketchy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Xxxs, katherine&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16679757-115365993480256055?l=starr-revolver.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://starr-revolver.blogspot.com/feeds/115365993480256055/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16679757&amp;postID=115365993480256055' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16679757/posts/default/115365993480256055'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16679757/posts/default/115365993480256055'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://starr-revolver.blogspot.com/2006/07/buh-buh-clock-knock-buh-buh.html' title='buh buh clock knock buh buh'/><author><name>katherine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07880668538234022357</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://i2.tinypic.com/sx0haa.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16679757.post-115314021777287312</id><published>2006-07-17T05:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-17T05:54:12.773-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Diagnosing myself on the Internet&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever wondered why your ears pop when you fly on an airplane? Or why, when they fail to pop, you get an earache? Have you ever wondered why the babies on an airplane fuss and cry so much during descent?&lt;br /&gt;Ear problems are the most common medical complaint of airplane travelers, and while they are usually simple, minor annoyances, they occasionally result in temporary pain and hearing loss.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My ears didn't pop when we landed in Sydney. It was painful: my nostrils were flaring because of the effort it took not to cry.&lt;br /&gt;Now I'm deaf... and when I eat crunchy foods, it resonates in my head. No TV. No Food.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;More reading...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;If Your Ears Will Not Unblock&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Even after landing you can continue the pressure equalizing techniques, and you may find decongestants and nasal sprays to be helpful. (However, avoid making a habit of nasal sprays. After a few days, they may cause more congestion than they relieve). If your ears fail to open, or if pain persists, you will need to seek the help of a physician who has experience in the care of ear disorders. He/she may need to release the pressure or fluid with a small incision in the ear drum.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't want an incision in my eardrum.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;More Reading...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aerotitis is an acute inflammation of the middle ear caused by the difference in air pressure between the airplane cabin and the middle-ear space.&lt;br /&gt;We describe a case in which a 33-year-old woman with a resolving upper respiratory tract infection and mildly blocked eustachian tubes flew on a business trip. During ascent, her ears became blocked. On descent her ears became severely blocked, she experienced intense pain, and her tympanic membranes ruptured. She became nauseated and vomited. Her hearing became significantly diminished. On landing, she was taken to a local emergency room and treated with penicillin and antivertiginous medication. Subsequent otologic evaluation revealed severe permanent sensorineural hearing loss. The vestibular symptoms lasted several months. She now requires hearing aids on a permanent basis.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the worst day ever.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16679757-115314021777287312?l=starr-revolver.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://starr-revolver.blogspot.com/feeds/115314021777287312/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16679757&amp;postID=115314021777287312' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16679757/posts/default/115314021777287312'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16679757/posts/default/115314021777287312'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://starr-revolver.blogspot.com/2006/07/diagnosing-myself-on-internet-have-you.html' title=''/><author><name>katherine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07880668538234022357</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://i2.tinypic.com/sx0haa.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16679757.post-115296695562122493</id><published>2006-07-15T04:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-15T05:38:53.583-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm a one-girl revolution</title><content type='html'>"Magic number.... Magic Number.. Oh oh, a man and a woman have a baby... and that's a magic number"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So anyway, here I am eating a cheese platter and getting ready for dinner. Lol its 9.00pm but all we seem to be doing it eating! its cos of the weather.. i tellsya, today it was absolutely miserablay!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, recently I decided to go to Melbourne, so on Thursday night, me and tanzania went to Phyllis' house for a slumber partay and then the next morning, we jetted off on JetStar. Chea-poo: you have to walk out onto the airfield to the plane, but for a moment, i felt like nicole Kidman on the outside of the aeroplane. got to Avalon airport, which can i just say, is a hole!!! it was like a one room airport with a tinfoil (not corrugated iron) roof! haha and the phone kept ringing but no one was there to answer because LackOfEmployees.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we're staying with my cousin Peter, whose apartment is right in the heart of the city, not kidding. It's so cool, we can just walk out and go shopping in the city central all the time. China Town is literally a block away. Love the rhythm here, it's so bustling and busy. It's pretty funky.&lt;br /&gt;At the same time, it's really relaxing. the building is N i C e ... outside the apartment is a gym, pool and tennis courts. The pool is awesome, it's in this glass atrium, so if you back stroke you just see all these highrises and it's weirddd. cousins&amp;me have started an exercise regime where we go out two times day to play tennis, followed by a dip. TENNIS is nice as well, did i mention. same thing being utterly surrounded by skyscrapers in the courts. When your ball goes over the nets... not that I can manage that with my upper body strength.. it just disappears and there's nearly no hope of getting it back puhaha&lt;br /&gt;I don't imagine exercise would be too good in the city tho hey. Too much traffic, too much breathing = breathing in traffic. fumes i mean.&lt;br /&gt;I do have a major issue with where I'm sleeping. one of peter's roommates have gone somewhere for the weekend, so us girls get to crash his room, but it smells so male. fully cologne/hairproduct on pillows and stuff. it's mentally disturbing, because i like to sniff my sheets when i got to sleep. (It's so comforting). boy Germs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No hot guys around here unfortunately =( But I look a mess anyhows because of how I have to rug up everytime I go out - never been so cold in my life (have never been to the snow) so i'm probably repelling them haha. I get cold through and through here, right to the BONE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHAT HAVE I BEEN DOING IN MELBOURNE:&lt;br /&gt;yday went shopping in the city for the entire day. went home, watched Hope and Faith, then went out shopping again at the Myer History Making Clearance. It's not that History Making. At night, our hosts went out to get pissed with Tanzania. I'd like to say that I snuck out and got wasted and stoned myself as well, but no. Early night with a box of Froot loops, watching movies.&lt;br /&gt;2day: morning everyone was recovering from hangovers while me/phyl Bounded out of bed. So great ayeee. Dropped by the Leonardo Da Vinci Machine exhibition, and then shopped on Bridge Road, ate vietnamese in Richmond nh-yum-nh-yum-nh-yum as my grandma would say.. com tam (broken rice) and banh xeo and banh cuon and salt and pepper squid. back to city again, can't get enough of it and looked for shoes. enjoyed so much chocolate nh-yum-nh-yum-nh-yum. then now. looks like it's going to be a lonely night again. the ppls looking like they're getting ready to go out again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well, at least I'll be well rested and positively GLOW with my sleep .. ON TV tomorrow!&lt;br /&gt;going to the video hits Live thing in Federation Square which is a quick powerwalk away. Wolfmother and Something for Kate. OHhh i'm going to try to learn all the words tonite so I can sing along tomorrow. Concerts suck if you don't know the words!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nh-yum-nh-yum-nh-yum.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;would you believe it, i'm missing Alex.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sorry this blog sucks! No thoughts on anything... only a superficial listing of what i did.but i'm tired, i can't access my feelings at this late hour.&lt;br /&gt;You may have noticed on phyllis's blog is exactly the same recount. see me and her had this game thing where we wrote on our blogs. lol it's a fun game. phyl spent more than an hour on her entry and now i've got the computer but my enthusiasm for blogging.. (and i had such amazing plans for this entry).. has kind been zapped away. i was made to watch Eloise and the Plaza whilst I waited for her and that movie.. MAN it's just sucked out all my good Chi. and thus, phyllis wins because she has longer wordcount, but WHATEVER like I care about these petty petty frick petty issues.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quite bloated atm, just ate dinner.. again.&lt;br /&gt;What can you do. there's food everywhere, there's people eating everywhere. it's peer pressure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take care everyone,&lt;br /&gt;*telepathic buzz of love*&lt;br /&gt;K.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16679757-115296695562122493?l=starr-revolver.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://starr-revolver.blogspot.com/feeds/115296695562122493/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16679757&amp;postID=115296695562122493' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16679757/posts/default/115296695562122493'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16679757/posts/default/115296695562122493'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://starr-revolver.blogspot.com/2006/07/im-one-girl-revolution.html' title='I&apos;m a one-girl revolution'/><author><name>katherine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07880668538234022357</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://i2.tinypic.com/sx0haa.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16679757.post-115268068444569028</id><published>2006-07-11T21:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-11T22:04:44.446-07:00</updated><title type='text'>dearest dear</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;PPS from last blog...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;nearly forgot! = O&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:180%;"&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:180%;"&gt;KIMBERLY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;for July16 coz I won't be here to wish u face2face a HB!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;"&gt;Ur cool cos u make pretty arty stuffs. N u have a cool aura ;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;"&gt;Lol see, BIRTHDAY COMPLIMENTS, not like whalefeets =P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;"&gt;Kimb = my bootleg.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;"&gt;LUv Ya 4Evs&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16679757-115268068444569028?l=starr-revolver.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://starr-revolver.blogspot.com/feeds/115268068444569028/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16679757&amp;postID=115268068444569028' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16679757/posts/default/115268068444569028'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16679757/posts/default/115268068444569028'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://starr-revolver.blogspot.com/2006/07/dearest-dear.html' title='dearest dear'/><author><name>katherine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07880668538234022357</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://i2.tinypic.com/sx0haa.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16679757.post-115268018551472323</id><published>2006-07-11T21:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-11T21:58:47.223-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:180%;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;*jumpsup&amp;downBOING&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:180%;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;BOING*&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;bewdy good time yday, it was &lt;strong&gt;just the same&lt;/strong&gt;, (and that's the best thing) nothing change much except everyone's grown &lt;strong&gt;hotter&lt;/strong&gt; and that's awesome. makes me breathe easy. we're different-er but still mesh-able. thanks thanks thanks for coming and thanks for RSVPing if u couldn't!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;unstructured and random random hobostyle and a few hiccups here and there but v v v nice. Love presents guys too cool for school! love YOU Guys!&lt;br /&gt;and thanks for bothering to txt me girlies, means the world!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;When people ask HOW OLD ARE YOU? I'll be like "&lt;strong&gt;I'M&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;FUDGIN 16&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;" weeeeeeeeeee XD&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;5 years older than Mallory and Jess from the BSC!&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;INSANE.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;PS. wednesday JULY 12 . today. my birthday. but also.. the launch of &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;HONEY WE'RE KILLING THE KIDS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;. channel 10. 7.30?8.00? something prime-time. omg so watch that .. like weightloss inspiration.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;************&lt;br /&gt;I don't want to go to school anymore! &gt;.O&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16679757-115268018551472323?l=starr-revolver.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://starr-revolver.blogspot.com/feeds/115268018551472323/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16679757&amp;postID=115268018551472323' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16679757/posts/default/115268018551472323'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16679757/posts/default/115268018551472323'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://starr-revolver.blogspot.com/2006/07/jumpsupdownboingboing-bewdy-good-time.html' title=''/><author><name>katherine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07880668538234022357</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://i2.tinypic.com/sx0haa.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16679757.post-115245044905453238</id><published>2006-07-09T06:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-09T06:07:29.090-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;La Vita E Bella/Life is Beautiful:&lt;/strong&gt; recommended to people who know a bit about the Holocaust, because otherwise, all this stuff in it will be totally lost to you.&lt;br /&gt;I think it was such a simple beautiful story and it really got to me. Just thinking about it makes me teary eyed. I'll admit, the first half hour was like = cos it was felt so irrelevant, but if you do watch it, perservere until the end .. it'll be worth your while!&lt;br /&gt;was so laugh/cry same time&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;it's a HSC text so don't diss it just cos i like it!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;****&lt;br /&gt;Holidays: lazy days just lapping up the sunshine and basking in love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* Haven't brushed my hair in three thousand years. just wash it and drip dry.&lt;br /&gt;i look like i'm a bird has colonised my head and made a nest because I push it back any way I can to get it off my face headbands, bobbypins, butterfly clips pretty pretty&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;* DFO-ed and shopped everywhere and there was nothing. My Pop's so lost-fashionsenseless. Keeps wearing denim top to bottom. I'm like don't match denim with denim argh! my eyes!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;* last night, uncle drove Tanzania sightseeing in the city and we walked everywhere. Drove down to Manly afterward, but it was nearly midnight and deathly deathly gruesomely coldy-windy, so nothing happened&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;I just want to squish Tanzania cos she's so family-ish but I have to restrain myself otherwise.. she'd be another person who thinks i'm weird - the list is too long as it is haahah&lt;br /&gt;SAMPLE OF OUR CONVERSATION&lt;br /&gt;Me: Like your shoes. Pretty noice.&lt;br /&gt;Tanzania: Like your top. Pretty nice too.&lt;br /&gt;Me: Like your bag. Gotta say, pretty nice...&lt;br /&gt;*resume watching big brother*&lt;br /&gt;Then on the otherhand, its very deep with her love metaphors of astroturf grass being greener... yet fake.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;* Birthday dinner party tonite, that started at 10am because everyone just gave us their kids to babysit&lt;br /&gt;so much damn food all day ppl kept bringing over food plates i swear i put on 4kgs at least.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;a family-orientated week! =)&lt;br /&gt;no homeworking accomplished unfortunately. i only did a bit of the phys: World Communicates and still have twenty booklets to catch up on for Moving About.keep telling myself ih ave the entire holidays...but half of the holidays have already gone!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lol bai, katheinr&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;P.S Why am I feeling so wrong? My head's in the game.. but my heart's in the song.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the high school musical soundtrack makes me want to go boogey. let's get jiggy&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/16679757-115245044905453238?l=starr-revolver.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://starr-revolver.blogspot.com/feeds/115245044905453238/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16679757&amp;postID=115245044905453238' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16679757/posts/default/115245044905453238'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16679757/posts/default/115245044905453238'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://starr-revolver.blogspot.com/2006/07/la-vita-e-bellalife-is-beautiful.html' title=''/><author><name>katherine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07880668538234022357</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://i2.tinypic.com/sx0haa.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16679757.post-115210203815540525</id><published>2006-07-05T05:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-05T05:20:38.170-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>* pretty tops/intersting shirts&lt;br /&gt;* jackets&lt;br /&gt;* cargo pants&lt;br /&gt;* a bag - going out kind&lt;br /&gt;* bronze/coloured flats (with a bow/detail)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or anything really!&lt;br /&gt;except windchimes/keyrings please&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16679757-115210203815540525?l=starr-revolver.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://starr-revolver.blogspot.com/feeds/115210203815540525/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16679757&amp;postID=115210203815540525' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16679757/posts/default/115210203815540525'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16679757/posts/default/115210203815540525'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://starr-revolver.blogspot.com/2006/07/pretty-topsintersting-shirts-jackets.html' title=''/><author><name>katherine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07880668538234022357</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://i2.tinypic.com/sx0haa.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16679757.post-115166655038830596</id><published>2006-06-30T04:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-30T04:22:30.403-07:00</updated><title type='text'>evil spawn</title><content type='html'>Ahhh it sucks to be me.&lt;br /&gt;but at least I'm not Robby who's stuck in the woods on Home and Away with one bottle of water. things could always be worse!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lately the air has been so nostalgic and the thinking is always as if you're already 50 yrsold reminiscing about ur hayday, what with the prefect assembly and all this talk of &lt;strong&gt;careers careers careers&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yester went to Parra straight after school for 6 hours... and bought nothing!! amazing isn't it.. floating around everywhere in my destitution lol. of course i was wearing my many layers of school uniform, so trying on clothes was super hard!&lt;br /&gt;but man.. materialism commercialism just makes me =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this arvo was random nice.. hugged everyone again, and ellis makes me soo Smad.&lt;br /&gt;but thanks everyone for coming up with all ur covert operation infiltration plans, much appreciated esp eric if ur reading this! noice noice hahah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. is it true that next month you have to wait until you're 17 to get ur licence??&lt;br /&gt;P.P.S Saturday night 6.30 Channel 7 &lt;strong&gt;High School Musical&lt;/strong&gt;.. singing dancing, the works: its tops!&lt;br /&gt;will update sporadically in the holidays.. seeyaround =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Don't read the following unless you want to be dumber and fill your brain with crap.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;Love is like chewing on gum. When you first start chewing it's all great and you think, "This is great!" Then you keep chewing and it loses its taste, but you don't really want to give it up. You've gotten used to the constant chewing, so you just keep stand on. Then, all of a sudden, you accidentally take a bite out of the inside of your mouth. Swear to God that you will NEVER chew gum again. And now you have to live with that sore and that's all you think about, "Why didn't I spit it out earlier?" The sore gets better and before you know it you forget about the sore. Then one day someone comes and says, "You want a piece of gum?" And then it starts all over. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16679757-115166655038830596?l=starr-revolver.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://starr-revolver.blogspot.com/feeds/115166655038830596/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16679757&amp;postID=115166655038830596' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16679757/posts/default/115166655038830596'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16679757/posts/default/115166655038830596'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://starr-revolver.blogspot.com/2006/06/evil-spawn.html' title='evil spawn'/><author><name>katherine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07880668538234022357</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://i2.tinypic.com/sx0haa.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16679757.post-115141355414743830</id><published>2006-06-27T06:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-27T06:05:54.170-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Holidays are coming up and I'm wayyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyy anticipations :D&lt;br /&gt;So much to do !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;get a job asap&lt;br /&gt;get driving asap&lt;br /&gt;get new keyboard asap since brother smashed mine by accident..&lt;br /&gt;get exercising&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this week is semi like a holiday sorta tho&lt;br /&gt;since today i had a double free so i went 2 school at 10.30, tmr is full day strike for me .. then thurs going out and fri i WANT to visit sefton, but apparently there's a we're having a MATHS PARTY (i can't help it, now i'm officially a nerd its absolutely exhilirating!)&lt;br /&gt;soo woop woooooooop :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Glurg and im going absolutely bankrupt due to sponsoring too many ppls @ school!! but its for a good cause alwaysss.. SO Its THUMBS up&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't have much to say really..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What i ate today&lt;br /&gt;- rice and soy sauce x3 coz mum wasn't at home and i cbbed making something fancyyy&lt;br /&gt;- a shortbread thingo&lt;br /&gt;- spag bol&lt;br /&gt;- chicken and corn roll&lt;br /&gt;- half a mandarin&lt;br /&gt;- roll of eclipse. yeuchh&lt;br /&gt;- croissant&lt;br /&gt;so many meals in one day!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;maybe i should do my maths exercises .. or my physics pracs .. or my chem assignment .. or my mod hw ..&lt;br /&gt;but nah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;teeeheeee&lt;br /&gt;my cousin Tan-zan-ia came over from the states today. so was like family gathering again, even though was hell tired from school.&lt;br /&gt;She's really nice! goes to Berkley - so OC! and she smiles like my mum. and she talks like my Aunt Hanna. And her mum looks like phyllis's mum. ahh the wonders of Genetics!&lt;br /&gt;my grandma was like me and phyl should take Tania out for the time of her life in the holidays and we're just =&lt;br /&gt;ahahaha we can't drive and we're underage, so we're gonna take her out for a sticker photo. lolll thats just Wild hey.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ooh read;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Luckily, we have the famous Pap Smear - an excellent way to find cancer of the cervix before it digs in locally and/or spreads throughout the body. The Pap Smear is named after a certain Dr. Papanicolaou - who did a Pap Smear on his wife virtually every day for 20 years.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;that was in a science article and i broke like 5 ribs laughing&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Gnite everaybawdyy&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;SONG&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;worn me down - rachael yamagata&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 class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16679757-115141355414743830?l=starr-revolver.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://starr-revolver.blogspot.com/feeds/115141355414743830/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16679757&amp;postID=115141355414743830' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16679757/posts/default/115141355414743830'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16679757/posts/default/115141355414743830'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://starr-revolver.blogspot.com/2006/06/holidays-are-coming-up-and-im.html' title=''/><author><name>katherine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07880668538234022357</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://i2.tinypic.com/sx0haa.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16679757.post-115089705546594193</id><published>2006-06-21T06:36:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-21T07:45:54.793-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Types of Procrastinators&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The Relaxed Type&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;The relaxed type of procrastinators feels negatively towards their work and blow it off, commonly forgetting it, by doing something else. In a child, one would often see that the child would abandon his schoolwork, but not his socialization. This denial-based person would try their best to avoid stress caused by their work by not doing this challenging item, and focusing on having fun, or other easier work. This would give them a happy life. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The Tense-Afraid Type&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;The Tense-Afraid Type of procrastinators would usually feel "overwhelmed with pressure, unrealistic about time, uncertain about goals" and many other negative feelings. This person would therefore feel they are lacking some ability to do this work, and would try to escape this stress by relaxing. This temporary escape would then fall away, leading to an even more stress to this over-worked person. This would lead to this person feeling guilty, and therefore more apprehensive. It also has a debilitating effect on their personal life and relationships. Since they are uncertain about their goals they often feel awkward when with people who are confident and self-aware; in turn they often fall into depression. They tend to withdraw from social life and they often avoid contact, even with close friends&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;why can't i be a relaxed type procrastinator?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last nite I went overboard with procrastination. Like 4am. I hear you say Double-you tea eff?speech. - and I didn't rehearse. and it counts 20% of prelim mark..and still i'm like whatever! hahahahah roffles. ruffles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had to apply a litereary theory on a fairytale. I was like:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;Rapunzel, the name of the heroine, is the name of a vegetable. Therefore&lt;br /&gt;women are vegetables. This is un-feminitisitical!!! it is OUTRAGEOUS!!&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;puahah... bulldust&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YouTube is the raggggge and its so funny.The &lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/wiki/Internet_Wrestling_Community"&gt;Internet Wrestling Community&lt;/a&gt; uses the term "cheese souffle" as a search term to indicate an upload of a WWE video. By doing this they hope to circumvent YouTube locating illegal files and removing them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wrestlers are so cute!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;RANDOM THOUGHTS: hahaha dreamt last night i was a wee girl again and made chalk dust ammo like crazy so this we could chuck dusters at the boys.&lt;br /&gt;* maybe we're like Looking for Alibrandi. I hope so anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hi 5 has new member cos Kathleen's on maternity leave&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SHOUTOUT TO SEFTON cos thats thetopic on everyone's lips these days: i miss you guys HEAPS and you better be missing me too or ill kick ur ass.&lt;br /&gt;AND OF COURSE WHAT WOULD I DO WITHOUT MY PAL COLLEGER =]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;****************************************&lt;br /&gt;As Celine Dion once said.. Let's talk about love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway. this blog ain't never really been about feelings unless i get really annoyed at something and i'm just oh screw the world or i'm really tired and i'm like Oh I FEEL tired. but that doesn't really count.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now i have to admit i miss sefton something terrible. like i know i'll just say it offhandedly sometimes, but i do mean it when i say it. i don't miss SEFTON as such... i miss the people.&lt;br /&gt;LIKE there are holes in my universe in the shape of you guys honestly.&lt;br /&gt;and i wrote this agesssssss ago, but i didn't want to put it up cos yeah but i'll put it up now cos ierno, whats the point in being all hardcore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;KATHERINE'S DIARY - 2005&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;Words are only words and they won't be enough, but I'll try my best anyway.&lt;br /&gt;Clarice, Kimbuh, Jennifer, Vivian and Wendi: I don't know how I'm going to remember to breathe without you my darlings, my "turds" (in the most affectionate way) Together we've transformed from small quiet chickadees to vital modern women of the 21st century.&lt;br /&gt;When I found out this opportunity was open to me, the first thing that jumped to my mind, pulling me back was the thought of my girls and not being able to share the next two years of life with you - struggling through triumphs and tears, holding hands all the way.&lt;br /&gt;But then I realised, even though right at this moment, it might seem like it, this is not the end, because you can't just end the kind of friendships we have just like. It's more than superficial bonds, its all about metaphysical stuff that transcends comprehension.&lt;br /&gt;You each have a piece of my heart. You're my magical diamond stars. You guys are my LAUGHTER, my LIFE, my LOVE. I don't even need to say it. You know what I mean. Cos we is tight like that y'all ;)&lt;br /&gt;Go places, break hearts and kick ass.&lt;br /&gt;Love you to Squishness.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Phyl/Salmonella: You know, I nearly didn't &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;put you up here. It's cos I consider you merely another extension of myself. So I love you as much as I love myself (which is HEAPS - number 1). This change won't affect us. Hardly. Been through TOO much for a little blip like this to cause a ripple in anything important between us at all. We could be 3000 km apart and I could fart an SBV (Silent But Violent) and you would smell it.&lt;br /&gt;But if, just if, you find another cousin that you like better than me, I just wanted to say, for the record, for (at LEAST) the first fifteen years of my life, you've always stood as one of my greatest friends.&lt;br /&gt;I like you cos you put up with my crap and you're funny and you're honest. Most of all, because you understand all the complexities in my world.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I so want to do shoutouts to other friends, who I've been just as close to as those mentioned above, but I don't want to offend anyone by leaving them out, so I'm just going to end it here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you know who you are.&lt;br /&gt;*******&lt;br /&gt;To all those mentioned above, thankyou for the years. In my heart of hearts, I can honestly say you've made me incredibly happy. I'll cherish all the memories and laughs and we'll rediscover them when our paths cross again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lastly, I just wanted to say a final farewell here to EVERYONE else who have made Sefton a damn wonderful experience. Future Class of 2007 - you guys are hot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"&gt;just a shoutout to let you all know i haven't forgotten about you all, never could and i still consider some of you my Bosom Buddies. i hope when we're older if our paths cross again/if we learn to drive, we can just talk like pick up where our last conversation left off. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"&gt;haha DW i don't regret my decision to move cos its good here and i do like where i am. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"&gt;love, Katherine.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16679757-115089705546594193?l=starr-revolver.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://starr-revolver.blogspot.com/feeds/115089705546594193/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16679757&amp;postID=115089705546594193' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16679757/posts/default/115089705546594193'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16679757/posts/default/115089705546594193'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://starr-revolver.blogspot.com/2006/06/types-of-procrastinators-relaxed-type.html' title=''/><author><name>katherine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07880668538234022357</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://i2.tinypic.com/sx0haa.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16679757.post-115037346390478940</id><published>2006-06-15T05:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-15T05:11:03.916-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Wed: stayed home today.. cos like last night was soooooooooooooooooo cold and woke up a tired icicle. took 5 seconds to debate with myself whether to stay home or not. rolled over and went back to sleep. but dayums heard i missed out on prefect elections like maximum grrs!! &gt;&lt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;fortunately, nathan came over again all day. he smelt like a flower again.. spritzing his mums perfume. i would love to have 2 brothers. alex and him got on like a house on fire and i just chuck em around and they don't even care.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TICKLE THE IVORIES haha i'm learning to play the songs that they play when ppl put u on hold on the telephone. feel like a sadcase. but its so cool!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;******&lt;br /&gt;OMg ppls and watch &lt;strong&gt;CATALYST ABC 8.00pm&lt;/strong&gt; thursday nites (next week as well)&lt;br /&gt;it's soooo interesting!! (seriously)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's about these smart kids going to national qualifying exams for bio olympiad. like seriously smart kids man. chick from ruse got 100UAI last year - joy - is there.&lt;br /&gt;and u won't believe this, Veronica from the Saddle Club is there!&lt;br /&gt;Jaw DROP!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and its official: i have a bad relationship with food.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;There was a time,when everybody was around and i was dancing wityoo&lt;br /&gt;Feel my heart beat, drown into the beat of the melody&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think that i should really stop blogging here now.&lt;br /&gt;it's so unproductive and not like i'm using new language etc etc etc&lt;br /&gt;ohhhhh but it feels like one of the few links i have with sefton-ers and i'm reluctant 2 sever it completely.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AHHH but i need to be Focused. laser-beam eyed focused.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;k so from now onl i'll only blog on FRIDAY NIGHTS, cept not tmr, cos nothing happens in one day in my hectic life.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16679757-115037346390478940?l=starr-revolver.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://starr-revolver.blogspot.com/feeds/115037346390478940/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16679757&amp;postID=115037346390478940' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16679757/posts/default/115037346390478940'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16679757/posts/default/115037346390478940'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://starr-revolver.blogspot.com/2006/06/wed-stayed-home-today.html' title=''/><author><name>katherine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07880668538234022357</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://i2.tinypic.com/sx0haa.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16679757.post-115008779561528547</id><published>2006-06-11T21:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-11T21:49:55.633-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;As the famous French saying goes, &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;"Le coeur a ses raisons que la raison ne connait pas"&lt;/span&gt; - the heart has reasons that reason does not recognize.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"Was that a cannon fire, or is it my heart pounding?"&lt;br /&gt;CASABLANCA!!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-----------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;More family news&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;Last night dad stayed up all night cheering for soccer. i couldn't sleep, but he couldm't seem to control it.&lt;br /&gt;Mum spent all of today looking for two cooked sweet potatoes. we cleaned out all the closets today and i think she absentmindedly put them in there.&lt;br /&gt;Grandpa ordered a Swiss knife but ticked the wrong box on the order form so got sent a black pearl necklace.&lt;br /&gt;Cousin nathan and accompanying dog has been at my house in for several CONSECUTIVE weekends. theyve got an open house thing going on so they just distribute all their kids/pets amongst the extended family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;watched &lt;strong&gt;Walk the Line&lt;/strong&gt; last nite. mum loved it, cos it was all singing, so she didn't need to follow story line, but so blah blah for me. i need light hearted relief........................ so sick of Syrianna, Munich, the Constant Garderner type-ish movies! no dancing in any one of them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY COZ&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Riney.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16679757-115008779561528547?l=starr-revolver.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://starr-revolver.blogspot.com/feeds/115008779561528547/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16679757&amp;postID=115008779561528547' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16679757/posts/default/115008779561528547'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16679757/posts/default/115008779561528547'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://starr-revolver.blogspot.com/2006/06/as-famous-french-saying-goes-le-coeur.html' title=''/><author><name>katherine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07880668538234022357</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://i2.tinypic.com/sx0haa.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16679757.post-114985982504082802</id><published>2006-06-09T06:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-09T06:30:25.090-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Hap i am hap</title><content type='html'>NOoooooooo i'm not mature&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i thought i was getting better, but today i wet my pants over the silliest things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*******&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*******&lt;br /&gt;alex had the hiccups so for the whole night i swung him around by his feet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;goodnight and goodmorning =]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16679757-114985982504082802?l=starr-revolver.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://starr-revolver.blogspot.com/feeds/114985982504082802/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16679757&amp;postID=114985982504082802' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16679757/posts/default/114985982504082802'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16679757/posts/default/114985982504082802'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://starr-revolver.blogspot.com/2006/06/hap-i-am-hap.html' title='Hap i am hap'/><author><name>katherine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07880668538234022357</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://i2.tinypic.com/sx0haa.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16679757.post-114968359029760861</id><published>2006-06-07T05:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-07T05:41:57.826-07:00</updated><title type='text'>heyOlistenwhatisayO</title><content type='html'>because i am totally generous N unselfish, heres my new&lt;strong&gt; it&lt;/strong&gt; thing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.takenote.com.au/"&gt;http://www.takenote.com.au/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;maybe its famous and i didn't know about it before so its like so 5 minutes ago,... but whatever its soo interestissimo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, back to what i was saying.. u know how im selfless etc etc, if ur stuck on ideas as to whom u send it to/what to write about,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;SEND ME A LOVE LETTER.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;pleasepleaseplease. hahah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;and ppls PLEASE GIMME UR ADDRESS im sending ppls mail!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;EDIT!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I FORGOT TO WRITE DOWN WHERE I LIVE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;3 Biara Street&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Chester Hill&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;2162&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;yeah and im so internetstalkeraware. leaving the state out. haha!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16679757-114968359029760861?l=starr-revolver.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://starr-revolver.blogspot.com/feeds/114968359029760861/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16679757&amp;postID=114968359029760861' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16679757/posts/default/114968359029760861'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16679757/posts/default/114968359029760861'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://starr-revolver.blogspot.com/2006/06/heyolistenwhatisayo.html' title='heyOlistenwhatisayO'/><author><name>katherine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07880668538234022357</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://i2.tinypic.com/sx0haa.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16679757.post-114930104581496390</id><published>2006-06-02T19:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-02T19:17:25.826-07:00</updated><title type='text'>sleeping Beauty</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Damn i love the weekend!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this past week was hellish. left side of my head hurtED all the times. but no break.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;last nite i got to see the musical!! pretty last minute, only decided to go last period or something, so dinner was two purple Zappos. volunteered for the interact canteen 4 charity. it was soooo crowded in the canteen. literally 3 people serving one person. handling money is so scary. i kept short changing people (by accident) and they all were like gahh. there were no calculators, and the maths was so hektik onthespot so i was like yelling prices at the people even tho there were like 2 customers.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;the musical was so pro. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;got home before midnite and slept &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm allergic to my room. its so dirty. gotta clean&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;squish the tension.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16679757-114930104581496390?l=starr-revolver.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://starr-revolver.blogspot.com/feeds/114930104581496390/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16679757&amp;postID=114930104581496390' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16679757/posts/default/114930104581496390'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16679757/posts/default/114930104581496390'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://starr-revolver.blogspot.com/2006/06/sleeping-beauty.html' title='sleeping Beauty'/><author><name>katherine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07880668538234022357</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://i2.tinypic.com/sx0haa.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16679757.post-114897533763003582</id><published>2006-05-30T00:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-30T00:48:57.643-07:00</updated><title type='text'>and love such a silly game we play</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;IM GLUGGY!!!&lt;br /&gt;alex is fully transmitting his infectious disease to everyone. So my stummy Hurts. Or maybe cos i ate too many nuts. and then last nite i overdosed on sleep, so not in best Physical state atm.&lt;br /&gt;proli ive got Gangleon. Heard stuffa bout that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;arghhhh i miss vbutches too much cos they dep gai qua.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, what i'm doing tonite: pushing piano into another room. haven't decided which room yet. mum wont approve, but heyyy having it in here is just like another rock on my chest.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and musical's in a coupla nites i soooooo wanna go!!!! but no transport frick,&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-- nets going to be dc in a couple days, cos i screwed up entering the credit card number or something&lt;/p&gt;Boi boi.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16679757-114897533763003582?l=starr-revolver.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://starr-revolver.blogspot.com/feeds/114897533763003582/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16679757&amp;postID=114897533763003582' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16679757/posts/default/114897533763003582'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16679757/posts/default/114897533763003582'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://starr-revolver.blogspot.com/2006/05/and-love-such-silly-game-we-play.html' title='and love such a silly game we play'/><author><name>katherine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07880668538234022357</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://i2.tinypic.com/sx0haa.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16679757.post-114812775859940578</id><published>2006-05-20T05:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-20T05:33:23.063-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;what you feel is what you are, and what you are is&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;beautiful&lt;/span&gt;....&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;so, you&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;wanna get married?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;lyrics to a song i don't know that's on repeat in my head. it I R Ks me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;school: from wednesday, cos that's the furthest i can remember.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Wed&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff0000;"&gt;bludgy, got my marks back, and for the most part, i am happy. not cos they're the best results ever, cos they ain't, but i have no complaints. 50 hours of tv a day, so i get what i deserve&lt;br /&gt;Physics teacher keeps bringing in tapes from his car for us to listen to (Since we're doing sound waves...) so for 40 minutes listened to Theresa Thang... this asian singer who's been dead for 10 years.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i have a renewed zest for life i.e. motivation to do my homework now. i realised that i can do things with this life. you know? like there's nothing stopping me, ecept my own INERTIA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yeas, except the career advisor got me to do this careers quiz after seeing him about economics, and there were TEN hundred options for "It's 5am in the morning, what would motivate you to get out of bed?"&lt;br /&gt;and i put down taking schoolchildren to a museum, cos out of the list, that was the only thing i felt anything for.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so yer....... dunno if life looks real optimisitic in terms of climbing the corporate ladder, breaking through the glass ceiling, resisting tokenism etc. kinda thing.&lt;br /&gt;i had hiccups until past midnite and i wanted 2 shoot myself.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#6666cc;"&gt;thurs ----&lt;br /&gt;* mono-a-mono (i hope that means one on one) tutor, cos no one turns up for english in the morning. which is good, cos its like free tuition. is it called 'elocution' (??)&lt;br /&gt;* maths marks for 2U which was like doubly-guh.. cos i thought 2U was gonna be alrite?&lt;br /&gt;* 3on3 bball was amazing @ lunch. like so dang Pro. inspired me, so now i'm thinking if i wasn't scared of basketballs, i would be a bballer.&lt;br /&gt;* can't remember the rest&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;today---&lt;br /&gt;wandered around like a Lost SouL in syd like a true inner Westie&lt;/span&gt; yelling&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;"Does your bum hurt?&lt;br /&gt;Well it should, cos ur a Fence Sitter'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;and so on and so forth,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;all in all, life a little bit rocks&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;+ + + + + + + together. bad - - - - - - each other out so all i have left is + . cos its vector addition (which i comprendez now!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16679757-114812775859940578?l=starr-revolver.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://starr-revolver.blogspot.com/feeds/114812775859940578/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16679757&amp;postID=114812775859940578' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16679757/posts/default/114812775859940578'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16679757/posts/default/114812775859940578'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://starr-revolver.blogspot.com/2006/05/what-you-feel-is-what-you-are-and-what.html' title=''/><author><name>katherine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07880668538234022357</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://i2.tinypic.com/sx0haa.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16679757.post-114760961208140596</id><published>2006-05-14T05:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-14T06:15:59.466-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/984/1590/1600/IMG_2352.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; 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MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/984/1590/320/IMG_2341.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16679757-114760961208140596?l=starr-revolver.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://starr-revolver.blogspot.com/feeds/114760961208140596/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16679757&amp;postID=114760961208140596' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16679757/posts/default/114760961208140596'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16679757/posts/default/114760961208140596'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://starr-revolver.blogspot.com/2006/05/sleeeeeeeeeeeppppppppp-ohmigawd-so.html' title=''/><author><name>katherine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07880668538234022357</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://i2.tinypic.com/sx0haa.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16679757.post-114732977939603871</id><published>2006-05-10T23:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-10T23:43:02.910-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>maths extension was my murder!&lt;br /&gt;i could feel my heartbeat in the roof of my mouth&lt;br /&gt;like i just looked at the first question and i didn't want 2 do anymore... After the exams, just tried 2 console ourselves "you weren't &lt;strong&gt;meant&lt;/strong&gt; to know how to do that right?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;gr. and my family is going out 2 dinner tonite, but i'm being a Niged Losah and staying home to memorise how to add and subtract vectors for physics.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;meanwhiles, i've put my whole life on hold for the past week, go so much catching up 2 do and plannings etc etc but OMGOSH next week is going to be like TOTAL new Leaves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Winter is killing me, i love waking up in a warm room knowing outside its like 0degrees, but seriously, my heater is driving me insane in d membrane. i dunno how 2 change the temp setting, so its on triple-max-super-xx-turbocharged-high setting and when i wake up, its like. i have not one drop of fluid in my body cos its all evaporated due 2 extreme temperatures. like my oesophogus is just falling out of my mouth cos its so dry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Family Bulletin: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;- loving blogging about my family, since no1 wants 2 hear it in real life puahah&lt;br /&gt;YEAHH so mum's gon spend whole weekend with me. and got mother's day celebrations. and Aunt Nic is gona have another BUB soon! im so excited!!!! and i get to see my cousins again! haven't seen them in ages, and as much as i hate 2 admit it, i do miss em.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;AND SAM: Tanya/tania (SP? -the one that's our cousin..) coming over in winter! (dammit sam, i need 2 relay all this info 2 u and ur NEVER ONLINE WHEN I NEED ya. study 2 hard mans! &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;and tell anna i give her back her clothes soon&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ti's birthday season again!! = durian cake season! rocks my world&lt;br /&gt;oh yeah reminds me of this one kiddie party i went to (i go 2 a lot of them haha) and the entertainment was SO DODGE! like they hired this clown , and dang was he dodge. like he had this one jar of chocolate coins and hid the coins everywhere. then the kids found them and was so excited and everything. but then he was like 'No, you have 2 give them back 2 me" ... so he could hide them again. and they could play all .over again.. so dunno if they actualy ever got 2 eat the chocolate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Xxs katherine&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16679757-114732977939603871?l=starr-revolver.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://starr-revolver.blogspot.com/feeds/114732977939603871/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16679757&amp;postID=114732977939603871' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16679757/posts/default/114732977939603871'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16679757/posts/default/114732977939603871'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://starr-revolver.blogspot.com/2006/05/maths-extension-was-my-murder-i-could.html' title=''/><author><name>katherine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07880668538234022357</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://i2.tinypic.com/sx0haa.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16679757.post-114681643056112061</id><published>2006-05-05T01:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-05T01:07:10.586-07:00</updated><title type='text'>- i dunno much, but i know i ellovee-ee-oo. =) and that may be all i need to know</title><content type='html'>School's funny, just like everything is so funny (in a deep intellectual way...)&lt;br /&gt;lols but nah, gotta love it in its entirety(? i don't think that's a word that goes here, but anyway)&lt;br /&gt;Haha and duh-koffs, i'm still trying 2 find balance, but i think i'm getting there.&lt;br /&gt;YEp and guys, don't expect Ruse to come first in 2007 becos you gotta remember, i'll be there dragging down the average with my not doing hw and paying attn     Gozzzza&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;EXAMS&lt;/strong&gt;; Week 2&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mon:&lt;/strong&gt; Chem, Eng Adv&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Tues:&lt;/strong&gt; Eng Ext&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Wed:&lt;/strong&gt; Maths&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Thurs&lt;/strong&gt;: maths Ext, mod hist&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Fri:&lt;/strong&gt; Physics (+ maybe Econ, if I don't manage to talk my way out of it)&lt;br /&gt;I gotta bring paper for each exam x_x haha what a funny school. and phys we have a prac in the hall..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm really happy about the fact i've got a long weekend afterward - following mond off. i'm going to go rent ten thousand dvds and watch them all weekend with a bag of Funsize Twix bars and Almond Roca and then on monday i'm going to go out and spend a ridiculous amount of money on things I don't really need. cos GR, 'high blood pressure' and gotta try some of the facial scrubs mum's been buying everyday. R E a L Axation.&lt;br /&gt;haha THEN, i'm going to go study again... right after big brother ends - cos that's the cycle of my life!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i can just see it gon be good only thing keeping me sane knowing this is gon be ova soon.&lt;br /&gt;but I'm OK with who I am now and my (lack of) study habits. Still trying 2 get better, but i can accept i can't work like a machine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh and im so tired-lack-sleep-ally. holidays screw me up. For me, any time before 11am (yes am) is that twilight zone where if you happen to wake, the whole world is heavy and your body aches pushing the threshold of painZ. not enough zees to be a powerpuff girl !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;alex doesn't really help the situation by coming into my room at 3am in the morning to play. i'm about nearly asleep and then i feel these pudgy fingers poking my eyelids and someone whispering in my ear, getting spit all over my face "&lt;em&gt;oh sister of mine, are you awake? oh sister of mine, if you aren't i'll go away. OH SISTER OF MINE&lt;/em&gt;" uncool!&lt;br /&gt;haha more alex progress: atm, i think maybe he's going through a macho macho man stage - he keeps trying 2 tackle our baby girl cousins all the time, even though they easily thrash him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;a wise old man once told me "those who mind don't matter and those who matter don't mind"&lt;br /&gt;another wise old man also once told me "time flies like an arrow. fruit flies like a banana"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;You don't think your way through the day. You feel your way through the day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Riodge to Brooke on BnB&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS Samiella/salmonella where are you - omg eliza rose and Naynay are moving to NorthSydney argh we're never going to see them again!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16679757-114681643056112061?l=starr-revolver.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://starr-revolver.blogspot.com/feeds/114681643056112061/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16679757&amp;postID=114681643056112061' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16679757/posts/default/114681643056112061'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16679757/posts/default/114681643056112061'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://starr-revolver.blogspot.com/2006/05/i-dunno-much-but-i-know-i-ellovee-ee.html' title='- i dunno much, but i know i ellovee-ee-oo. =) and that may be all i need to know'/><author><name>katherine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07880668538234022357</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://i2.tinypic.com/sx0haa.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16679757.post-114648742822336206</id><published>2006-05-01T05:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-01T05:43:48.253-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Maps - Yeah Yeah Yeahs&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;schools back. Whoosh.&lt;br /&gt;Did i tell anyone i'm FuChesd for halfyearlies? my maths teacher is going to HATE me, and so's my mum and so's Myself.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;50% average!!! And that's being optimistic. no wait, we get ranked, so maybe like. whatev.., cbb thinkin'&lt;br /&gt;pretty damn sad though. i don't want a uai estimate. grs dontcha feel like strangling yourself sometimes?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'd really like to think that I have something to say, but that'd be lying.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeahhhhh. Alex is my new Bruce Lee. He holds my hands to step up on my legs while I'm standing and then does a backward flip&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;****************&lt;br /&gt;k:&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt; &lt;em&gt;I'll fall for you when I get on and shake my pride.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;****&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16679757-114648742822336206?l=starr-revolver.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://starr-revolver.blogspot.com/feeds/114648742822336206/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16679757&amp;postID=114648742822336206' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16679757/posts/default/114648742822336206'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16679757/posts/default/114648742822336206'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://starr-revolver.blogspot.com/2006/05/maps-yeah-yeah-yeahs-schools-back.html' title=''/><author><name>katherine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07880668538234022357</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://i2.tinypic.com/sx0haa.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16679757.post-114630476531345966</id><published>2006-04-29T02:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-29T02:59:25.333-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;writing notes: I can scan sheets and my computer converts the image into a word document even though half of it is like&lt;br /&gt;;7oawrOe -1 t’w 6JCopprreOni’ Th iUQ.,?Ierons_I(c cKUYU 0fl’ oifrI9orrosio N%+ OnIT9)I released ,,_______ i( 1’5Mj €C(f’’&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if the font is not like 48 times new romanit reads most other stuff though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;mm we have bananas in our backyard. Like I didn't even know! There's like a little banana plantation thing going on behind my garage. i feel so rich lol what with the price of bananas absolutely skyrocketing. i never knew my mum was so green thumb-ish. she's starting 2 grow manderins/tangellos/tangerines?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sat: out for brunch, ozOpera with brother was scared. i really like opera. it's so harmonisationz. ran through parra westfields looking for dvds for an hr. dinner @ grandma's and then fell asleep. just like a lazy day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Big brother is the best ;) Smookems. its so crap its good. and its on ALL THE TIME, so easy to follow. no painful wait til next installment.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-------------&lt;br /&gt;1. One secret.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;2. One compliment.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;3. One non-compliment.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;4. One love note, but it does not have to be for me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;5. Lyrics to a song.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;6. How old you are.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;7. How long we've been friends.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;8. After you do it for me, put it in your LJ (or whathaveyou) and see who does it for you (or like, if you don't have anything no worriez).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;say anything, say whatever. you don't have 2 hint who you are if you don't want to&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16679757-114630476531345966?l=starr-revolver.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://starr-revolver.blogspot.com/feeds/114630476531345966/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16679757&amp;postID=114630476531345966' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16679757/posts/default/114630476531345966'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16679757/posts/default/114630476531345966'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://starr-revolver.blogspot.com/2006/04/writing-notes-i-can-scan-sheets-and-my.html' title=''/><author><name>katherine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07880668538234022357</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://i2.tinypic.com/sx0haa.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16679757.post-114597498261571289</id><published>2006-04-25T07:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-25T08:09:13.726-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>NOTA BENE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If u are a 'Mere Male', just IGNORE the last entry but i'm leaving it, cos us chicks dig it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;************************&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so pleaseeeeeeeeeeeeee&lt;br /&gt;let me take what's left of your heart&lt;br /&gt;and i will use, i swear i'll only use what i need&lt;br /&gt;i know you only have so little&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;K just saying leaving this blog for now cos its so like making my use of time unproductive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tough titties if you miss me.&lt;br /&gt;(sorry, i just wanted 2 say tough titties)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tonite was power 2 the people. *big squeeze*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;KATHERINE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Images from our 2006 Easter Family Trip&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/984/1590/1600/Copy%20of%20IMG_2066.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/984/1590/320/Copy%20of%20IMG_2066.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;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a wind mill! air farm turbine? generator? ierno, it was big&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/984/1590/1600/Copy%20of%20IMG_2072.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/984/1590/320/Copy%20of%20IMG_2072.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;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/984/1590/1600/Copy%20of%20IMG_2060.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/984/1590/320/Copy%20of%20IMG_2060.0.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;br /&gt;a bit too long in the car&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/984/1590/1600/Copy%20of%20IMG_2109.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/984/1590/320/Copy%20of%20IMG_2109.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;mum feeding pelicans.. brother's head&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/984/1590/1600/Copy%20of%20IMG_2098.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/984/1590/320/Copy%20of%20IMG_2098.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;dad is the speck in the sea&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/984/1590/1600/Copy%20of%20IMG_2103.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/984/1590/1600/Copy%20of%20IMG_2103.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/984/1590/320/Copy%20of%20IMG_2103.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;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;random young cousins&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/984/1590/1600/Copy%20of%20IMG_2182.3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/984/1590/320/Copy%20of%20IMG_2182.3.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;selena &amp; me asleep&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/984/1590/1600/Copy%20of%20IMG_2083.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/984/1590/1600/Copy%20of%20IMG_2083.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/984/1590/320/Copy%20of%20IMG_2083.0.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;br /&gt;Lex&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tc!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16679757-114597498261571289?l=starr-revolver.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://starr-revolver.blogspot.com/feeds/114597498261571289/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16679757&amp;postID=114597498261571289' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16679757/posts/default/114597498261571289'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16679757/posts/default/114597498261571289'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://starr-revolver.blogspot.com/2006/04/nota-bene-if-u-are-mere-male-just.html' title=''/><author><name>katherine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07880668538234022357</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://i2.tinypic.com/sx0haa.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16679757.post-114596735088044151</id><published>2006-04-25T05:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-25T05:23:15.096-07:00</updated><title type='text'>What does love mean?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;This question was posed to a group of 4-8year olds:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; "What does love mean?" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;----------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"When my grandmother got arthritis, she couldn't bend over and paint her toenails anymore.So my grandfather does it for her all the time, even when his hands got arthritis too. That's love."&lt;br /&gt;Rebecca- age 8&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;----------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;"When someone loves you, the way they say your name different. You just know that your name is safe in their mouth."&lt;br /&gt;Billy - age 4&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;----------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Love is when a girl puts on perfume and a boy puts on shaving cologne and they go out and smell each other."&lt;br /&gt;Karl - age 5&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;----------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Love is when you go out to eat and give somebody most of your French fries without making them give you any of theirs."&lt;br /&gt;Chrissy - age 6&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;----------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Love is what makes you smile when you're tired."&lt;br /&gt;Terri - age 4&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;----------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Love is when my mommy makes coffee for my daddy and she takes a sip before giving it to him, to make sure the taste is OK."&lt;br /&gt;Danny - age 7&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;----------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Love is when you kiss all the time. Then when you get tired of kissing, you still want to be together and you talk more. My Mommy and Daddy are like that. They look gross when they kiss"&lt;br /&gt;Emily - age 8&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;----------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Love is what's in the room with you at Christmas if you stop opening presents and listen.&lt;br /&gt;"Bobby - age 7&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;----------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Love is when you tell a guy you like his shirt, then he wears it everyday."&lt;br /&gt;Noelle - age 7&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;----------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Love is like a little old woman and a little old man who are still friends even after they know each other so well."&lt;br /&gt;Tommy - age 6&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;----------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"My mommy loves me more than anybody. You don't see anyone else kissing me to sleep at night."&lt;br /&gt;Clare - age 6&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;----------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Love is when Mommy gives Daddy the best piece of chicken."&lt;br /&gt;Elaine-age 5&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;----------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Love is when Mommy sees Daddy smelly and sweaty and still says he is handsomer than Robert Redford."&lt;br /&gt;Chris - age 7&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;----------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Love is when your puppy licks your face even after you left him alone all day."&lt;br /&gt;Mary Ann - age 4&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;----------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I know my older sister loves me because she gives me all her old clothes and has to go out and buy new ones."&lt;br /&gt;Lauren - age 4&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;----------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Love is when Mommy sees Daddy on the toilet and she doesn't think it's gross."&lt;br /&gt;Mark - age 6&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---------------------------------------------------------------- &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"When you love somebody, your eyelashes go up and down and little stars come out of you." Karen - age 7&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;----------------------------------------------------------------&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16679757-114596735088044151?l=starr-revolver.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://starr-revolver.blogspot.com/feeds/114596735088044151/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16679757&amp;postID=114596735088044151' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16679757/posts/default/114596735088044151'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16679757/posts/default/114596735088044151'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://starr-revolver.blogspot.com/2006/04/what-does-love-mean.html' title='What does love mean?'/><author><name>katherine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07880668538234022357</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://i2.tinypic.com/sx0haa.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16679757.post-114579902655630311</id><published>2006-04-23T06:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-23T06:30:26.570-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Why. Oh Why, are my friends the most beautiful people ever?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16679757-114579902655630311?l=starr-revolver.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://starr-revolver.blogspot.com/feeds/114579902655630311/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16679757&amp;postID=114579902655630311' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16679757/posts/default/114579902655630311'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16679757/posts/default/114579902655630311'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://starr-revolver.blogspot.com/2006/04/why.html' title=''/><author><name>katherine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07880668538234022357</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://i2.tinypic.com/sx0haa.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16679757.post-114575703445506104</id><published>2006-04-22T18:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-22T18:50:35.596-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#999900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;W E N D I ::&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;Happy &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;birthday&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;s &lt;/span&gt;w &lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;e &lt;/span&gt;e &lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;t&lt;/span&gt; u &lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;m&lt;/span&gt; s!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;party was the shite, just like you! And was KIDDING, ur not a mofo! =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;MEH I miss my Sefton buddies soooooooo much moochachos!&lt;br /&gt;Something chronic, I tellsya!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;quick blog before lunch, TC&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Katherine&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16679757-114575703445506104?l=starr-revolver.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://starr-revolver.blogspot.com/feeds/114575703445506104/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16679757&amp;postID=114575703445506104' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16679757/posts/default/114575703445506104'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16679757/posts/default/114575703445506104'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://starr-revolver.blogspot.com/2006/04/w-e-n-d-i-happy-birthday-s-w-e-e-t-u-m.html' title=''/><author><name>katherine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07880668538234022357</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://i2.tinypic.com/sx0haa.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16679757.post-114544903279863240</id><published>2006-04-19T05:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-19T05:17:12.823-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Newcastle</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffcc66;"&gt;SHOT through the heart - and you're too late!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Jen: it's so hektic!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Newcastle:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A whole extended weekend with my extended family, I didn't know what to expect really.&lt;br /&gt;but alas amigos!! No expectations = no disappointment = a really good time :-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The beach was the shit!! UNBELIEVABLY picturesque.. people flying kites, leash-less dogs, a boxing class, pelicans bobbing offshore..&lt;br /&gt;sand like quicksand it was so soft and insanely nicely refreshing water. from 9-5, i stayed out past the break just floating.&lt;br /&gt;went out again by myself at midnite (HOW romantic: a solo date.) and just &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Took It All In&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Became Complete&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Felt Connected With The Earth&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;At One With Myself&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;then in the morning, went for a jog!!! first time in ages, but the wharf was too nice not to enjoy what with the sunrise on sparkling blu blu water (argh im so typical Great Outdoors talk).. and anyway, like 1km away from shore, there was a huge old shipwreck!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the boys caught fish! brought it up to shore and johnnnnnay was like OMGOSH it's Sallow Man! (salmon) so cute! and instead of grilling it or something, my family decided to make Fish Congee/porridge. smelly.... yummolicious to my v asian tastebudz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;J'adore babysitting. I took the girlsandboys down to the beach between the flags (safety first) but i forgot the towels so they got out of the water shivering like crazy with runny noses. so i was like Drop and Roll guys! in the sand for a protective covering. LoL we looked like SUCH pyschos down the beach with sooooooooo much sand in our cozzies!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, i can't remember what else happened, but it was great fun. relaxing and everyone was just nice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;K i'm going go study Now! :)&lt;br /&gt;Some pics, but not that many, i don't reckon they do reality justice!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. ANYONE got an recommendations for really fast upbeat songs?&lt;br /&gt;like Rihanna songs/Everytime we Touch -Cascada or even something like SHINE - shannon noll lol.&lt;br /&gt;the cornier the bettter~!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16679757-114544903279863240?l=starr-revolver.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://starr-revolver.blogspot.com/feeds/114544903279863240/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16679757&amp;postID=114544903279863240' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16679757/posts/default/114544903279863240'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16679757/posts/default/114544903279863240'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://starr-revolver.blogspot.com/2006/04/newcastle.html' title='Newcastle'/><author><name>katherine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07880668538234022357</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://i2.tinypic.com/sx0haa.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16679757.post-114484104294671606</id><published>2006-04-12T04:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-12T04:24:02.946-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>And i sooo love it like&lt;br /&gt;when you have a super sore throat and u karaoke anyway and u wake up the next day and you talk like a corpse.&lt;br /&gt;Feels so good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Weekend...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;School Working Bee&lt;/span&gt; was on today and I planning to go.. but Saturday morning came, and I just rolled over in bed and was like Nuh.&lt;br /&gt;Anyway.. was all sobsob from last nite because discovered my favourite pair of &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;AGENT99s&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; from last year don't FIT anymore. DRAMA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Instead, my grandma came over and we drove up 2 my aunt's place cos they've just come back from somewhere.. overseas. I can't remember what country. Cousin trangy gave me a jade bracelet, i LIke it, it's so cute, like it has all the 12 animal thingoes on it.&lt;br /&gt;YEah, was quite quite quite relaxing. talked 2 her about uni a bit and was the closest thing to family bondage in Yonks.&lt;br /&gt;All my cousin's are so damn old now! I just realised. Like I used to see Dungy aka "david" ALL the time with Phyllis 2 play cricket. I haven't talked to him in like.. a year or something!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then went 2 watch &lt;u&gt;Elizabethtown &lt;/u&gt;(which made me dumber because it was so dumb) with other cousins. and then other cousin came over and drove me home. then drove over to other cousin's place to eat.&lt;br /&gt;then dad went 2 play tennis with OTHER cousins &amp; alex.&lt;br /&gt;That's what you get when everyone in your extended family lives within like a 2 minute radius of each other!&lt;br /&gt;Nah.. really I love it how all our lives spill into each other's. everyone knows every detail of your personal life and there's so much bitching, but in the end, they're there when ya need em.&lt;br /&gt;- Kat&lt;br /&gt;******************************************************&lt;br /&gt;TODAY:&lt;br /&gt;Omg Best Day I've had in I don't know how long! it was something really small, but such an experience.&lt;br /&gt;Lol i won't delve into the nitty gritty details, because I'm all suss what with all the stories of school deputies reading blogs and stuff.&lt;br /&gt;BUT yeahhhhhh!!!! Great day amigos. ;) Even though nothing happened.. it was just nice&lt;br /&gt;and oh yuk I saw TWO dead possums walking to the station today... i nearly stepped on one and the other was hanging on a power line and nearly fell on me head. screamed so much!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MM my aunty propositioned me 2 take my two primary-school-aged cousins to the Easter show today. I feel so old!! But I don't know if I wanna go, because I've already got soooo much planned for holidays and I'm supposed to be full studying and catching up on one term's worth of work! Oh found out Ag people got free easter show tix LUCKY&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"kaka" gotta go W O R K&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:180%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;KAT&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16679757-114484104294671606?l=starr-revolver.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://starr-revolver.blogspot.com/feeds/114484104294671606/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16679757&amp;postID=114484104294671606' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16679757/posts/default/114484104294671606'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16679757/posts/default/114484104294671606'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://starr-revolver.blogspot.com/2006/04/and-i-sooo-love-it-like-when-you-have_12.html' title=''/><author><name>katherine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07880668538234022357</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://i2.tinypic.com/sx0haa.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16679757.post-114432528760183242</id><published>2006-04-06T05:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-06T05:08:07.616-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Song of DA moment:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Please Mr. Postman - The Carpenters&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speech is over and done with!! So glad. massive weight lifted off my chest =]&lt;br /&gt;Lol but OMGosh, teacher didn't tell us the order we were going to be in, so I was sitting there on the brink of a nervous breakdown for 2 hours!&lt;br /&gt;cos like i watched the commentary for the movie and it turns out a whole heap of other people watched it too.. so all our speeches were the same-ish. lol so lame afterward. And troi oi, some of the boys memorised their entireee speech. too leet!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YEP... got home fr school at 6.30pm today, which was actually 7.30, so it was pretty dark at the station and they even had all the lights and stuff on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;was sooooo dead 2day. On a high inside tho still puahhaha. shoulda stayed home today, because now my voice is gooooooone.&lt;br /&gt;Stayed home yester cos was so flu-ey, and I slept for 16 hours straight! jetlag.. if i've ever seen it. except without getting on a plane.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I just randomly decided to pick up &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Economics.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; YaaaahhhhP. dw i am aware of how late it is to just pick it up, but cos i suddenly realised how screwed I was with my 12Units &amp; my failing Physics and Eng Extension. sum1 said at least this way, i don't have to worry about half yearlies.. haha that's one way of looking at it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway.. should be alright. =]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so this is the start of my New Leaf&lt;br /&gt;"the key to success is balance"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BTW all you people: &lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:180%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;GUAVA &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;IS SO *SMACKS LIPZ*!!.. in case i forgot to say that in my last entry =]&lt;br /&gt;give me guava and we'll be best friends forever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;katherine&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS found out that Becky Sharp from &lt;u&gt;Vanity Fair&lt;/u&gt; was the inspiration for &lt;u&gt;Scarlett O'Hara&lt;/u&gt; from Gone with the Wind! kismet =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*******&lt;br /&gt;STEP BACK... Fully got sooo much stuff on my family history today and I didn't even ask for it. Like Unspeakable Drama.&lt;br /&gt;Some people I know.. like soo amazing and stuff. Respect.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16679757-114432528760183242?l=starr-revolver.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://starr-revolver.blogspot.com/feeds/114432528760183242/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16679757&amp;postID=114432528760183242' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16679757/posts/default/114432528760183242'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16679757/posts/default/114432528760183242'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://starr-revolver.blogspot.com/2006/04/song-of-da-moment-please-mr.html' title=''/><author><name>katherine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07880668538234022357</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://i2.tinypic.com/sx0haa.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16679757.post-114407047848135111</id><published>2006-04-03T06:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-03T06:21:18.503-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Banana Pancakes - Jack Johnson</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Yeah, so who ever imagined life would take them this way?&lt;br /&gt;Madam, certainly not I... no sireee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;How profound!! hahha giggles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I been feeling like I'm on this natural high.. all day today.&lt;br /&gt;Not fully HAHAHA ROFFLE high, but just content.&lt;br /&gt;I read somewhere that the people who live longest in life are neither extremely sad nor happy. complacent? They just they. like.. thats me! haha ;-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Watched a bit of &lt;u&gt;Vanity Fair&lt;/u&gt; today and it was soo *melt* turned me into goo. (so far anyway)&lt;br /&gt;(no spoilers)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Like the guy and girl were in a carriage with this old lady and they had to hide their love from the old lady so he just touched her fingernail the whole way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;AWwwww&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;off to bed now sweet potatoes,&lt;br /&gt;Kat&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16679757-114407047848135111?l=starr-revolver.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://starr-revolver.blogspot.com/feeds/114407047848135111/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16679757&amp;postID=114407047848135111' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16679757/posts/default/114407047848135111'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16679757/posts/default/114407047848135111'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://starr-revolver.blogspot.com/2006/04/banana-pancakes-jack-johnson.html' title='Banana Pancakes - Jack Johnson'/><author><name>katherine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07880668538234022357</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://i2.tinypic.com/sx0haa.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16679757.post-114397170021410355</id><published>2006-04-02T01:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-04-02T01:55:00.230-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Follow You Down - Gin Blossoms =0d</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Awwww. &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Still haven't finished my speech.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;talking 2 ppl on msn.. they've all seem 2ve finished!!&lt;br /&gt;I'm &lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;realllllllly nervous&lt;/span&gt;!! hope i dun forget to breathe.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lol yesterday was James party + Anna's dinner + &lt;u&gt;Hanna's farewell lunch&lt;/u&gt; + yumcha with girls and I missed out on all of them!!! AND wendi's induction thingo @ monte something on fri nite. &lt;strong&gt;damn this assessment schedule.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AIIYah.. instead i stayed home and ate instant noodlezzz. SUCKS.&lt;br /&gt;Guess I'll just have to make it up by partying like crazy during the holies hey? Oh wait. Midyears week 2.&lt;br /&gt;GREAT balls of fire man.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Mum has planned an Easter getaway.. to NEWCASTLE!! guess i'll be seeing ya there kimber ;) OMg and u know what? i found out i have this massive GUAVA tree outside in my backyard that makes GUAVA... and i was like to my mum "what's going on here - since when did we have a guava tree?" and then she went its from kimberly.. from five years ago! like wackydee wackydoo. so yeah.. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;thanks for the guava tree man.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Howeva - means i can't go duke of ed hike so yerrrrrrrr. Niged my group tho, hopefully they don't mind.&lt;br /&gt;Last nite i watched &lt;u&gt;How to Lose a Guy in 10 days again&lt;/u&gt;. it's sooo cutttte! and i watched &lt;u&gt;Honey&lt;/u&gt; too. great dancing! jessica alba is so grool.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hanna's going back to somewhere o/s... mum and brother are fully :( Sob sob.&lt;br /&gt;Cousins coming over for dinner later.&lt;br /&gt;g2g clean up house a bit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;FINGERS CROSSED FOR SPEECH!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Katherine.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16679757-114397170021410355?l=starr-revolver.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://starr-revolver.blogspot.com/feeds/114397170021410355/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16679757&amp;postID=114397170021410355' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16679757/posts/default/114397170021410355'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16679757/posts/default/114397170021410355'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://starr-revolver.blogspot.com/2006/04/follow-you-down-gin-blossoms-0d.html' title='Follow You Down - Gin Blossoms =0d'/><author><name>katherine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07880668538234022357</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://i2.tinypic.com/sx0haa.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16679757.post-114372154069247968</id><published>2006-03-30T04:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-30T04:31:27.440-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/984/1590/1600/IMG_1849.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/984/1590/320/IMG_1849.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;for phyllis: lol its the weirdest photo.&lt;br /&gt;haha dun get 2 freaked out by ur weirdness.&lt;br /&gt;just realised i gots a bunch of you/viv/ken u want? they're really random, ur never looking @ the camera haha&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;Yuk.. i can't go out on the weekend and i wanna, its like ppl's birthday&lt;br /&gt;Yuk.. i have an english speech on A Beautiful Mind on MONDee and I dunno anythingggggg about the topic (the Human Condition)&lt;br /&gt;Yuk.. i have a Chem quiz tmr on naming compounds because i failed the first quiz.&lt;br /&gt;Yuk.. my Physics teacher has given up on us because he says we don't respond when he talks, so he doesn't talk anymore to us.&lt;br /&gt;Yuk.. i have maths hw&lt;br /&gt;Yuk.. school tmr.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so suck boos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and i figured out what i'm going to do after i get out of school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;how fun would being a air hostess be?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;or maybe i'll go o/s and teach people english.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;alex is sooooooo cutee, although annoying sometimes.&lt;br /&gt;he knows all the Cs on the piano!&lt;br /&gt;but i think he goes out more than me, honestly. today he went on a 'playdate' 2 hanna's place to bake muffins with our cousins.&lt;br /&gt;squish.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think i'm windburnt again.. my face is super dryy.. but maybe that's the hayfeva.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway catch y'all later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm going 2 school late tmr.. going to get an extra hour's sleep because CBB going to roll call.&lt;br /&gt;who caress.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16679757-114372154069247968?l=starr-revolver.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://starr-revolver.blogspot.com/feeds/114372154069247968/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16679757&amp;postID=114372154069247968' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16679757/posts/default/114372154069247968'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16679757/posts/default/114372154069247968'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://starr-revolver.blogspot.com/2006/03/for-phyllis-lol-its-weirdest-photo.html' title=''/><author><name>katherine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07880668538234022357</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://i2.tinypic.com/sx0haa.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16679757.post-114337688781302257</id><published>2006-03-26T04:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-26T04:51:03.553-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Katherine's&lt;u&gt; &lt;em&gt;insightful review&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/u&gt; of &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Tristan and Isolde&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;JAMES FRANCO.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;WOOOOO!!!!!! &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;CLarice man!! u shoulda been there!!!!!!!! like damn, i just have sockets in my skull now coz my eyeballs just evaporated from looking at him!!! PHWoaR&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;...Yup. and that's all i got from the movie&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i was like stunned throughout the whole thing because it was so like.. what tha random. lol&lt;br /&gt;Saw so many people from Sefton and coupla guys from SYC 05. brings back interesting memories.. to say the least haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;************&lt;br /&gt;So over the weekend, I played my &lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Depression Playlist&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;- compiled with help from Vivian - nonstop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;You - Switchfoot &lt;em&gt;(A walk to remember when Landon finds out Mandy Moore has cancer)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sideways - Santana&lt;br /&gt;These feelings won't go away&lt;br /&gt;They've been knockin' me sideways&lt;br /&gt;Holes - Rascal Flatts&lt;br /&gt;Fallen - Sarah McLachlan&lt;br /&gt;Foolish games&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;This is my heart&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Bleeding before you&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is me down on my knees&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;BUT NOW! : &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;school DOESN'T matter really. i'm going to ruse just coz i'm going. sky-high UAIs are not that high on my list of priorities.&lt;br /&gt;i don't have any real aspirations career-wise, i don't know where i'm going in life, i'm just living it, so school doesn't matter. but i will try harder. just because it feels icky to fail. That's my trying-to-decipher-my-own-brain. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Still.. tmr i'm skipping chemistry last period. just once .. i need it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=)))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))&lt;br /&gt;Good things do happen.&lt;br /&gt;Like Bree said on Desperate Housewives &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Th&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;e best has yet to come.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;hahaha i'm such a popculture loserR.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Over the sad stuff. What's the point? so yahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh. =)&lt;br /&gt;did my hw today.. some of it which is good and practiced a lil piano. worked off my sleep debt.&lt;br /&gt;Got the BEST EVER possibly workout in the morning -- on my cousin's huge Disney Princess Jumping castle.&lt;br /&gt;it was KIND of hard cos I had to leapfrog over the babies who were crawling around. But I was bouncin' with the best of them for YONKS.&lt;br /&gt;Must be the endorphin release from the heart-pumpin that's got me grinning.&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah.. Me&amp;amp;sam's bonded with out Very Hot Husbands today... the Lil Twins josh and Justin.&lt;br /&gt;Josh is sooo sqeezable and CUTE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy birthday Eyezy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel blessed to have such a big life. It's good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&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;- - - KAT -------------&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16679757-114337688781302257?l=starr-revolver.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://starr-revolver.blogspot.com/feeds/114337688781302257/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16679757&amp;postID=114337688781302257' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16679757/posts/default/114337688781302257'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16679757/posts/default/114337688781302257'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://starr-revolver.blogspot.com/2006/03/katherines-insightful-review-of.html' title=''/><author><name>katherine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07880668538234022357</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://i2.tinypic.com/sx0haa.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16679757.post-114319645284802650</id><published>2006-03-24T02:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-24T02:34:12.866-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;Awwwww. I hate feeling like this.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;   &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;   drowning&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;in&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;     &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#00cccc;"&gt;                    too much work.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;ENG: Human Condition for area of study, which is dumb because EVERY OTHER SCHOOL is doing Changing Perspectives so its like wtf. watching films.&lt;br /&gt;PHYSICS: am behind literally 5 pract reports and 7 weeks of theory&lt;br /&gt;MATHS: differentiation. sorta get it, but mostly not. everyone else does tho. uncool&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i was talking 2 sum1 @ school, except i dun remember who and they said, &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffcc33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;you just look at your school bag and it's like .. &lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#6666cc;"&gt;depression.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm going out on saturday and sunday so . efffffing bloody time management.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh i never been this upset before&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;jajajaja, not talking about it.&lt;br /&gt;i wanna evaporate. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;oh i need a hug.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16679757-114319645284802650?l=starr-revolver.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://starr-revolver.blogspot.com/feeds/114319645284802650/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16679757&amp;postID=114319645284802650' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16679757/posts/default/114319645284802650'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16679757/posts/default/114319645284802650'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://starr-revolver.blogspot.com/2006/03/awwwww.html' title=''/><author><name>katherine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07880668538234022357</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://i2.tinypic.com/sx0haa.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16679757.post-114277554464733968</id><published>2006-03-19T05:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-19T05:42:18.730-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;everyone ignore prev post, but i ain't deleting it cos &lt;strong&gt;you&lt;/strong&gt; still deserve it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;TOMORROW:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Monday 18th March:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;Yellowcard&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; FREE in city. 4.30pm&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NO ONE READS THIS AT 1am...&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt; but please if someone's out there free tmr, msg me lol i need &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;an escort.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;WEEKEND&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Tristan and Isolde&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who comin'? MSG Vivian?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16679757-114277554464733968?l=starr-revolver.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://starr-revolver.blogspot.com/feeds/114277554464733968/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16679757&amp;postID=114277554464733968' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16679757/posts/default/114277554464733968'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16679757/posts/default/114277554464733968'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://starr-revolver.blogspot.com/2006/03/everyone-ignore-prev-post-but-i-aint.html' title=''/><author><name>katherine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07880668538234022357</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://i2.tinypic.com/sx0haa.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16679757.post-114277087129438615</id><published>2006-03-19T04:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-19T04:21:11.306-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>You fucking whore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I could say so much more but I won't because I'm not that kind of person.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16679757-114277087129438615?l=starr-revolver.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://starr-revolver.blogspot.com/feeds/114277087129438615/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16679757&amp;postID=114277087129438615' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16679757/posts/default/114277087129438615'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16679757/posts/default/114277087129438615'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://starr-revolver.blogspot.com/2006/03/you-fucking-whore.html' title=''/><author><name>katherine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07880668538234022357</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://i2.tinypic.com/sx0haa.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16679757.post-114268364638200564</id><published>2006-03-18T03:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-18T04:14:53.320-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000000;"&gt;leafy Pirate     says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;i ahve a photo of your bro&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;leafy Pirate     says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;staring in the mirrorb&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;leafy Pirate     says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#993399;"&gt;because i put this red cloth on him&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;leafy Pirate     says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#993399;"&gt;so he'd look like superman&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;leafy Pirate says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#993399;"&gt;it's not that clear&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/984/1590/1600/18march06%20057.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/984/1590/400/18march06%20057.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; Transfer of "18march06 057.jpg" is complete.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;@ ! katherine;;; you might have set the Thames on fire says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;LOL!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;@ ! katherine;;; you might have set the Thames on fire says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;he dont look like superman!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;@ ! katherine;;; you might have set the Thames on fire says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;he look like a damn princess!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;leafy Pirate says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#993399;"&gt;he thinks he looks like supereman&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;leafy Pirate says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;you should have seen him&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;leafy Pirate says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;all he'd do was look at himeself in the mirror&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;leafy Pirate says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;like omg&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16679757-114268364638200564?l=starr-revolver.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://starr-revolver.blogspot.com/feeds/114268364638200564/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16679757&amp;postID=114268364638200564' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16679757/posts/default/114268364638200564'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16679757/posts/default/114268364638200564'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://starr-revolver.blogspot.com/2006/03/leafy-pirate-says-i-ahve-photo-of-your.html' title=''/><author><name>katherine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07880668538234022357</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://i2.tinypic.com/sx0haa.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16679757.post-114206951413230326</id><published>2006-03-11T01:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-11T01:31:54.170-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>My hair is kinkyy. Need 2 wash all the product out of it. I was experimenting with hair wax and got a smidgeon carried away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today i decided 2 go out coz my mum had some conference or something for work and nobody was home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So at 8.00, phyl and I dragged our asses to bankstown. inner west Azn gangStars.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bought quite a bit of stuff.. including like a 1mx1m bulletin board which i had 2 drag around and a masquerade ball mask a la phantom of the opera. everything we bought was so random.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wanted 2 stay for the fashion show in DJs but train issues. wandered around other side of banks looking for lunch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;going back soon. berlei on sale!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saw jasey (sp?) with 2 guys from sefton but i can't remember who. oh yeah and saw william in JB-hifi but he walked 2 fast so we didn't get a chance to say hi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;chillaxed at phyls until 3ish and painted our nails with all the nail polish we bought, made fairy bread and so on and so forth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;home: caught up on sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tonite: Hanna's COMING BACK !!!!!!!!! haven't seen her in YONKSSSSSS. she's only coming back for a month or so and then its back for another year overseas. i'm so excited!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tmr: someone's birthday party... then bye bye weekend. haha.&lt;br /&gt;over N out&lt;br /&gt;Katherine&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PICTURE: look. if you say i'm dirty, you are too! click to enlarge and read the caption at the bottom!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/984/1590/1600/dolphintest5ki.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/984/1590/320/dolphintest5ki.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;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/984/1590/1600/dolphintest5ki.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;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Corrupted.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16679757-114206951413230326?l=starr-revolver.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://starr-revolver.blogspot.com/feeds/114206951413230326/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16679757&amp;postID=114206951413230326' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16679757/posts/default/114206951413230326'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16679757/posts/default/114206951413230326'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://starr-revolver.blogspot.com/2006/03/my-hair-is-kinkyy.html' title=''/><author><name>katherine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07880668538234022357</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://i2.tinypic.com/sx0haa.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16679757.post-114190129231371954</id><published>2006-03-09T02:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-09T02:48:12.330-08:00</updated><title type='text'>do you want to get Drunk tonite?</title><content type='html'>Mod History debate tmr!!&lt;br /&gt;Feeling tired and queasy a bit though… so don’t know if I want to do anything. Today was a really good day. No sleep, as usual, but heapsa giggling all around.&lt;br /&gt;Jennifer R, chick who sits next to me in maths was like to me “Omg, you know that guy used to be an Olympic diver and figure skater?” and kinda like vaguely indicated this dude in front of us. So then I… being me and HAVING to hear it from the horse’s mouth for myself, went up 2 that dude whom I thought she was pointing at and was like&lt;br /&gt;“ Hey… *&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;lowers voice by an octave&lt;/span&gt;*&lt;/em&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;is it really true that you used to be a professional figure skater?” &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The random stared blankly at me like I was some psycho, so I just apologised and ran away. Cringgee!&lt;br /&gt;Yer, jenz was talking about my MATHS teacher. Which is even more weirdass. He’s super old and wears &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#339999;"&gt;white knee high socks&lt;/span&gt; everyday, so who knows.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speakin’ of maths.. got my maths test back that I had yesterday. 84%... which is good. But it was like a Year9/10ish test on surds and algebra, so I derno if that’s good when you consider it like that. OH WELLERS. Not even important. Ish. Is it bad that the &lt;strong&gt;head teacher&lt;/strong&gt; is coming to ‘have a little talk’ to our class? My teacher, the figure skater, said it can’t be a good thing. So looking forward to a lecture on how dumb we are… Have another maths test next Monday in which Im hoping 2 redeem myself. I think it’s on graphs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Figured that the actual SCHOOL ruse isn’t any better than any other school. Tis just that they get the best people from the beginning.&lt;br /&gt;Its kinda bad in a way.. cos all the teachers expect you to do stuff on ur own being all smart and shit. It’d be  better if they thought we were all dumbassses.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’m going 2 finish the entry off with dot points.&lt;br /&gt;--------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* My OTHER maths teacher left our class. Just like that... out of the blue. I'm heartbroken... He was such a great teacher. He doesn’t yell at you for asking questions like the figure skater does. Everyone’s scared to ask the figure skater anything cos he’s so picky about pronunciation and yells sooo much if you say &lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;Asymptotes&lt;/span&gt; wrong.&lt;br /&gt;* Right now I'm reading: &lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:180%;color:#cc9933;"&gt;Gone with the Wind&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. Halfway thru and Mr. Rhett Butler is like .. &lt;em&gt;SHIVER ME TIMBERS...&lt;/em&gt; you know??&lt;br /&gt;* For school I've read: Maestro - Peter Goldsworthy and Pygmalion - Bernard Shaw. Pygmalion is cool. It's what My Fair Lady and Pretty Woman were based on.&lt;br /&gt;* There's so much more stuff, but I can't remember. Because all I can think of is school. School is killing me....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* My brother can write his name unassisted. I'm incredibly proud of the little guy. He writes is backward and mirror-imaged, but you know who else did that? Da Vinci. Man with backward writing = Da Vinci = Genius.&lt;br /&gt;Man (in training) with backward writing = Alex = Genius. Simple, logical mathematical equation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday my cousin’s came over and I took the three little ones out for a walk down the street. We went barefooted and screamed the lyrics of L.O.V.E by Ashlee Simpson into the red sunset. It was really funny cos people were staring @ us and our fobby accents.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;XX have a good one guys,&lt;br /&gt;Kat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* Sorry I haven't updated in such a long time. My life is really, for the first time really, crazy right now. Commitments everywhere, time management issues, it's going to take me a while to steady myself. Trying my best.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16679757-114190129231371954?l=starr-revolver.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://starr-revolver.blogspot.com/feeds/114190129231371954/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16679757&amp;postID=114190129231371954' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16679757/posts/default/114190129231371954'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16679757/posts/default/114190129231371954'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://starr-revolver.blogspot.com/2006/03/do-you-want-to-get-drunk-tonite.html' title='do you want to get Drunk tonite?'/><author><name>katherine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07880668538234022357</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://i2.tinypic.com/sx0haa.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16679757.post-114156103983669852</id><published>2006-03-05T04:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-05T04:17:19.860-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Midnight Raving.</title><content type='html'>I'm SUCH an idiot.&lt;br /&gt;I think I was supposed 2 memorise all the polyatomic ions and their charges for Chem tmr. but i forgot.&lt;br /&gt;I'm going to be hardcore and act like I don't care. Because it's nearly midnight. Too tired to give a flying "fuch".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Dicked around allll weekend.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;ate too much food!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;next week: more parties. sooo unorganisational.&lt;br /&gt;assessments soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hanna is coming back from Guatemala soon, which is cool. is she living o/s permanently now? i dunno. seems like it. have 2 ask.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;vivienne... another cousin .. is going away for camp. best news i heard in a long time. no more weekends with her plaguing me and my computer and making me put songs on her iPod for her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right now vivian's nickname is quoting something I said. she better not be mocking me. but i can't talk 2 her coz she always tells me to study n i dun wanna.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Scary thing happened the other day: baby cousin nearly fell into anaphylactic shock from eating a cashew nut. Zoomed 2 the ER and she's just dropped by this evening. she's hankydoory now.&lt;br /&gt;Why's people gotta be born with food allergies?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So totally looking forward to school tomorrow. 7.45am start and don't get home until 6.00pm cos got offline classes. Wee. Ha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This blog is sechhhh a hole now. i should spruce it up a lil hey. and i need 2 update my linkage area.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Xxs: katherine&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;P.S. jennyls babe, ask Alb/me for dani's bday pics. they're all of you/me/kimb/lily/luce haha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16679757-114156103983669852?l=starr-revolver.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://starr-revolver.blogspot.com/feeds/114156103983669852/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16679757&amp;postID=114156103983669852' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16679757/posts/default/114156103983669852'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16679757/posts/default/114156103983669852'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://starr-revolver.blogspot.com/2006/03/midnight-raving.html' title='Midnight Raving.'/><author><name>katherine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07880668538234022357</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://i2.tinypic.com/sx0haa.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16679757.post-114017023974735840</id><published>2006-02-17T01:49:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-17T03:09:41.903-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#000000;"&gt;I don't think I've mentioned the maths test I had on Monday right?&lt;br /&gt;Well... I had one. It was a MAJOR thingo on Radian Measure, Quadratic Polynomials and Logarithms. We did it during out double maths period in the lecture theatre. i got a major whiplash thingo happening with my neck because I had to hunch over this small ass table. it was really quite uni-esque.&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah, point is like I got my mark back today.&lt;br /&gt;I passed!&lt;br /&gt;Haha, or more like.. barely scrapped by a few marks over 50%. They actually posted everyone's marks up on the noticboard, what retards. All the (relatively) crappy marks were circled and highlighted with a big UNSATISFACTORY next to it and SEE ME. crazy ass Ruse-ers.&lt;br /&gt;Lol oh man... You know what makes me feel a bit like a shit? the fact that it was a year 10 test and we were merely doing catchup work!&lt;br /&gt;I'm not hung up over it though, so YEah. there's always a Next time next time!&lt;br /&gt;This weekend I gotta fully do catchup work. WORK this time. Last weekend, I was like so zonked out and watched 5 movies in a row (seriously). Nanny McPhee, Chicken Little, A Very Long Engagement, King Kong and Brokeback Mountain.&lt;br /&gt;I'm resolving not to fall into the ENDLESS LAZINESS. this WeeKEND IM GOING TO DO WORK. Slap me if I'm online hey.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;And she is of a cheerful disposition.&lt;br /&gt;If that wire doesn't lead her to her lover, never mind... she can always use it as a noose. &lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A Very Long Engagement. It had Audrey Tatou in it! I.e. Amelie.&lt;br /&gt;Har har har, how very noir-esque.&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;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;P.S. Phyllis made it huge coz she's blind. :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16679757-114017023974735840?l=starr-revolver.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://starr-revolver.blogspot.com/feeds/114017023974735840/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16679757&amp;postID=114017023974735840' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16679757/posts/default/114017023974735840'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16679757/posts/default/114017023974735840'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://starr-revolver.blogspot.com/2006/02/i-dont-think-ive-mentioned-maths-test.html' title=''/><author><name>katherine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07880668538234022357</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://i2.tinypic.com/sx0haa.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16679757.post-114016944484100105</id><published>2006-02-17T01:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-17T01:46:11.453-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;VALENTINES DAY&lt;/span&gt; or... "Singles-Awareness Day" lol.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was so sweet! All the Ruse people chipped in for roses for the newbies. and I got a random hug! spreading the loveeeeeee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the serenades assembly! lol they went all out. including a backstreet boy number of course. i loved the prefect serenades.. they had trumpets, guitars and the singers were all dressed in red. Schweeeeeeeeeeeet!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TODAY: 7.45 English class: stupid because i had a double free afterward. See, if i had a normal timetable, i could so fully like go to school at 11am. but nooooo. Finished watching Kill Bill in the morning in the common room instead lol. it was so bloody and ending-not-satisfiyingly and no-plot-ish. Quentin Tarantino, you are an odd fellow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Double chem! Prac: separated salt, sand and water. lol some of the boys got a bit carried away, using bunsen burners everywhere to get max power for evaporating the water and so most of their experiment literally flew out the window.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Caught up with my Valentines after school. Good stuff haha. Happy valentines day girls! Hope ur roses gave u some &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;love sneezes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry clarice about the mix up with the msgs ...&lt;br /&gt;I would never &lt;strong&gt;ever&lt;/strong&gt; write anything like that to you! i'm not a gayass.&lt;br /&gt;t was for Vivian ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;p&gt;Big Ship&lt;br /&gt;Little Ship&lt;br /&gt;Friend Ship&lt;br /&gt;Love Ship &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And Congratulations WendiBoosoir! Sorry, but I have to be a fob &amp;amp; say AIIYAH cos there ain't no word in English for that feelin'. SOO loving the Roses in the Rain thing. Corny corny, sappy sappy sappy. My kinda thing el poncho&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. someone tell me what el poncho means eh, cos i derno.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16679757-114016944484100105?l=starr-revolver.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://starr-revolver.blogspot.com/feeds/114016944484100105/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16679757&amp;postID=114016944484100105' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16679757/posts/default/114016944484100105'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16679757/posts/default/114016944484100105'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://starr-revolver.blogspot.com/2006/02/valentines-day-or.html' title=''/><author><name>katherine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07880668538234022357</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://i2.tinypic.com/sx0haa.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16679757.post-113982017915210984</id><published>2006-02-13T00:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-13T00:54:07.720-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Thanks for the messages of support guys! Y'alls the bestest =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's been full on with the homework and exams esp. with my time management juggling issues, so I'll msg later. After The Deluge, as you say...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/984/1590/400/13-2-06%20004.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I like this photo because we're all cousins.&lt;br /&gt;Phyl in blue, me in Green. Alex in his PJs.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16679757-113982017915210984?l=starr-revolver.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://starr-revolver.blogspot.com/feeds/113982017915210984/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16679757&amp;postID=113982017915210984' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16679757/posts/default/113982017915210984'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16679757/posts/default/113982017915210984'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://starr-revolver.blogspot.com/2006/02/thanks-for-messages-of-support-guys.html' title=''/><author><name>katherine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07880668538234022357</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://i2.tinypic.com/sx0haa.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16679757.post-113939708533966171</id><published>2006-02-08T03:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-08T03:11:25.343-08:00</updated><title type='text'>End of the first week of schooooool</title><content type='html'>Everyone is so smart. Honestly , I have yet to meet anyone who does maths as slowly as i do. Like people actually do their work! And they all like do their homework and stuff. i know! wat the.. lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Subjs are: 3UMaths, 3UEng, Physics, Chemistry and Modern History.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My teachers are pretty damn awesome. They're really passionate about what they do, especially my Modern History, Chem and English teachers.&lt;br /&gt;But Physics.. Got Kowalski. Remember him guys? He only left Sefton last year or summat. Semi-bald dude. He talks all lesson but I can't tell if what he's saying is important or not, because its just like this constant mumbling. Gah, and Physics = applied mathematics. BoringNess. I'm really thinking of completely dropping Physics, but then I only have 10 units, including English Ext, and I was going to drop THAT in yr 12. Lol i just want to drop all of my subjects and QUIT SCHOOL. lazyy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my maths class is crazy, honestly. the teacher just zooms through the syllabus. We did Radian Measure in like one period, which is 45 minutes. We've just finished Quadratic Polynomials and now we're on Logarithms. Remember, this is only the first week of school! And there's an exam in 2 weeks on these three topics. I'm a bit screwed in this area, mainly because everyone KNOWS everything and i'm the only one in class who gets stuck, but they say this test doesn't count for anything, and it's only the midyears where there's the reshuffle of classes, so should be right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have English Extension classes every Monday and Tuesday mornings at 7.45am. Gosh, and who is even alive then??&lt;br /&gt;10 free periods though kinda makes up for it, but kinda NOT.&lt;br /&gt;In Eng Ext, we're looking at different perspectives you can analyse things from. And we're reading &lt;u&gt;Pygmalion,&lt;/u&gt; by Bernard Shaw. It's a play. And it's famous, but I've never heard of it.&lt;br /&gt;English Adv : we're doing the Human Condition, which is really cool because it like applies to nearly everything. Analysing poems atm. Everyone has so much insight into what they're reading. Our class discussions are full on compared 2 sefton.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ruse is pretty funny. They're totally like less strict than Sefton. All the teachers are "Guys, it's really important that you go to ALL of your classes because it's a requirement for ur course." Like no shit! ppl are always heading down to Ezyway during school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's also a Senior Common Room and study where they have a microwave and fridge and TV and computers (!!!!!!!! I know!) During mornings, I go watch downloaded eps of One Tree Hill. great hey.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I still crave my babies. Miss EVERYONE SO MUCH. It's like. I used to have three arms, but now I only have two. Gay analogy, but U know what I mean.&lt;br /&gt;Everyone is so bloody nice, but I'm still like lonely because there isn't that you know, constant net of support around you.&lt;br /&gt;But I like it. PARTS of it. It's cool. I can handle it, which is a surprise because I always thought that emotionally, i am made of chicken shit. I like am nervous about stuff. and I'm still a lot shy, but everyone (mostly) is just so incredibly nice. Like today it was so cold, so this girl just let me borrow her friend's jumper, even though I didn't know either of them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope all the other ppl from Sefton who transferred are doing well and best wishes to all the people back @ Sefton as well! This year, then the next, then we are freedom is ours y'all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1 Year 9 months, no worries.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See you soon Dah-links.&lt;br /&gt;katherine/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. Will Call You Soon Jennifer and Tram!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16679757-113939708533966171?l=starr-revolver.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://starr-revolver.blogspot.com/feeds/113939708533966171/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16679757&amp;postID=113939708533966171' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16679757/posts/default/113939708533966171'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16679757/posts/default/113939708533966171'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://starr-revolver.blogspot.com/2006/02/end-of-first-week-of-schooooool.html' title='End of the first week of schooooool'/><author><name>katherine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07880668538234022357</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://i2.tinypic.com/sx0haa.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16679757.post-113939667200940429</id><published>2006-02-08T03:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-08T03:04:32.010-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The First Day of School</title><content type='html'>I MISSED MY TURDS SOMETHING TERRIBLE TODAY. Seriously.. driving past Vivian's house in the morning was like the nadir of my misery. Usually I have a look to see if Vivian's car has left her driveway yet, to kinda race her to school. BUT TODAY... &lt;strong&gt;emptiness in the soul.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GROAN u dunno how much i missed you guys. INSANELY CRAZILY SO.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's a totally diferent situation to what I know, but in a GOOD way I supposeeeeeeeeeee.&lt;br /&gt;Having a bunch of new people with me helps.&lt;br /&gt;Heaps competitive. Girl:boy Ratio is totally off. The pressure thing is kinda weird. Like its SUPERLY overt that you gotta get nothing but the top. It ain't like oh, try ur best girlfriends. it's like don't bring shame to the school by getting under 90 punk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm OK with it, because I never get stressed until the very last minute.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NEW EMAIL. my old one is totally overflowing with spam. suckers.&lt;br /&gt;this is maybe a temporary one, but anyway will add U soon and if i dont please yell @ me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16679757-113939667200940429?l=starr-revolver.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://starr-revolver.blogspot.com/feeds/113939667200940429/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16679757&amp;postID=113939667200940429' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16679757/posts/default/113939667200940429'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16679757/posts/default/113939667200940429'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://starr-revolver.blogspot.com/2006/02/first-day-of-school.html' title='The First Day of School'/><author><name>katherine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07880668538234022357</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://i2.tinypic.com/sx0haa.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16679757.post-113939656421428082</id><published>2006-02-08T03:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-08T03:02:44.236-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>2006 Hung Foop everyone!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I missed the ending of Far and Away because the mother got annoyed at me for watching TV. AND THEY JUST GOING TO DECLARE THEIR LOVE FOR each other!!! Seriously. JUST BECAUSE I HAVE SCHOOL ON TUESDAY. Granted, it was 1 in the morning, but Gah Nunthalass. I'm super annoyed. I REALLY loved that movie. Or the beginning of it. I Don't reckon a lot of people would like this movie, but it is just exaclty my thing.&lt;br /&gt;The Mr&amp;Mrs Smith of the 90s. Except Tom Cruise and Nicole Kidman replace Brangelina. And it's better by a longshot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Synopsis of Far and Away:&lt;br /&gt;The blooming of love between Joseph (Tom Cruise) and Shannon (Nicole Kidman) is unhurried and cautious. First, they have to set aside the class barriers which separate them. Next, they must learn to shore up each other's self-image. And when they finally reach Oklahoma, they must choose what is most important to them. In the end, they realize that a &lt;strong&gt;life together in love — not land — is the soul's deepest yearning.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I yearn for the ending.&lt;br /&gt;I tell you that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chinee Noo Yee weekend:&lt;br /&gt;Was incredibly busy, as per usual, seeing as it was the last weekend of the holidays.&lt;br /&gt;Saturday - confirmed order of the bookshelf. got my school uniform altered. the kilt doesn't drag on the ground like a wedding dress anymore, you know, which is good.&lt;br /&gt;hurrcut. a bob. ish. but layered. ish.&lt;br /&gt;lunch at my paternal grandmother's with a few families.&lt;br /&gt;went home to nap.&lt;br /&gt;Dinner at maternal grandmother's.&lt;br /&gt;Hung around the park for hours with my cousins and visited vivienne's maternal grandmother.&lt;br /&gt;Sunday - josephine called 2 cancel tutor and i cbbed going anyway. so then we went to cousin james&amp;amp;jason's place for another family do. linda&amp;amp; huy went to pick up pizza while we watched federer totally kick bagdhatis' ass haha. the first game was soooo close, what a comeback. but bagdhatis was a champ, as usual. it was so emotional at the end!&lt;br /&gt;And kelvin! i think i am bad luck! seriously... poor henin hardenne!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Somewhere, in between the little brackets of time I didn't write about, there was a lot of red packets, a LOT of gambling, new year kisses, drunken singing, Angostura spirits, and spring rolls.&lt;br /&gt;Enjoyable.&lt;br /&gt;I went through a phase these holidays, thinking I like trash metal music. So for a while, whenever someone came to visit, there would be angst-ridden screams coming from my room. But I realise now I don't. Like I really don't like it that much. Old school 90's Mariah Carey is much more my thing.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16679757-113939656421428082?l=starr-revolver.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://starr-revolver.blogspot.com/feeds/113939656421428082/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16679757&amp;postID=113939656421428082' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16679757/posts/default/113939656421428082'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16679757/posts/default/113939656421428082'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://starr-revolver.blogspot.com/2006/02/2006-hung-foop-everyone-i-missed.html' title=''/><author><name>katherine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07880668538234022357</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://i2.tinypic.com/sx0haa.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16679757.post-113819705090341966</id><published>2006-01-25T05:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-25T06:22:43.386-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;We live on front porches and swing life away&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;If love is a labour, I'll slave 'til the end&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Swing Life Away - Rise Against&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*********&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I've been trying yet another technique to make me sleepy earlier. I've been sleeping at 4am recently and it's crazy. I play piano scales from 11pm - 2am. Like just up&amp;down the piano for 3 hours. Yeah, generally doesn't work, so just end up parking myself in front of the TV 2 watch a movie. last nite it was that Narnia one, except I got scared a lot, which made me not sleep at all.&lt;br /&gt;Nah but it's great y'all. No physical exertion in any form means sleep is an optional activity for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After dinner last nite, my cousins took me out to watch the Sydney Symphony perform Gershwin's songs in the Domain. It was totally packed, but surrounding us was such a nice atmosphere. Tartan picnic blankets, strawberries and cream and champagne flutes all around. afterward we joined in with the nightlife at Darling Harbour, 'cept we's all underage so was more like we's were craning our heads in for a little look-see in the nightclubs haha. We were accosted by some semidrunk americans who just kept TALKING to people and were like checking out our "flip flops" and "japanese sandals" . haha, funny blokes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-------&lt;br /&gt;that was a couple days ago, but i think i clicked on the wrong button in blogger so it didn't upload the entry. aiiyah, leet skills are letting me down man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;day out at MacquarieCentre: ice skating is dangerous and a health hazard. shiney, slicey dicey blades everywhere and ice particles constantly flying in your eyes, how are u ever supposed to see? that goes doubly for me since i like to skate backwards. or more like try to. when there's someone skating in front of me towing me around.&lt;br /&gt;omg, there were like 10$ havaiannas for alex and i didn't get em, stupid girl hey.Dyouknow, i went "quality shoe shopping" again for Alex the other day, and his shoes are like dayum expensive considering his feet are about 10cm in length. Grouse. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i've recommenced piano. after the 5 week break, i'm back on track. AMusA exams are in Sept, and i really want that damn diploma, so i'm going full on, grab the bull by it's Balls, as you say. hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway. the holidays have gone by so quickly and i have heapsa stuff to do!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;school starts so soon, seriously and I'm really nervous. i still have all this prepatory maths they're making the no0bs do because apparently, there's a Placement exam in midterm1 which determines what ranked class you're in. yeah its really serious. but not enough for me to do anything yet haha. i'm excitement tho still. new horizons.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I love the AusOpen. only been into it since 3 days ago. The fact that I don't understand the rules of tennis is completely beside the point. It's so exciting! all about stamina and endurance and strategy and emotion and full on hardcore stufffff. (Btw, wasn't tommy haas looking partiCularly dee-vine the other nite'? haha). Generally when I watch tennis, i always go for who ever's losing. but i've decided i'm going to cheer for Nalbandian and either Sharapova or Clijisters now.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chinese new year is soon! i'm really into all the festivities so WHOOOOOOOOOOPEe haha.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Oh and for my fellow compatriots:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Chuc Mung Nam Moi. Katherine thich an cha-gio va uon nuoc dua nhieu lam.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Happy New Year. Katherine very much enjoys eating spring rolls and drinking coconut juice.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;peace and love,&lt;br /&gt;Kattttttttttts &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;P.S trouble finding love?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://smh.com.au/news/relationships/how-to-fall-in-love/2005/11/24/1132703305709.html?page=fullpage#contentSwap2"&gt;http://smh.com.au/news/relationships/how-to-fall-in-love/2005/11/24/1132703305709.html?page=fullpage#contentSwap2&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I'd link it. But I forget how to. It's an old article that's done the rounds in all the mags but it's super cute.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16679757-113819705090341966?l=starr-revolver.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://starr-revolver.blogspot.com/feeds/113819705090341966/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16679757&amp;postID=113819705090341966' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16679757/posts/default/113819705090341966'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16679757/posts/default/113819705090341966'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://starr-revolver.blogspot.com/2006/01/we-live-on-front-porches-and-swing.html' title=''/><author><name>katherine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07880668538234022357</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://i2.tinypic.com/sx0haa.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16679757.post-113759158848106297</id><published>2006-01-18T05:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-18T06:18:38.180-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Hektik holidays, I tell ya!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't remember a lot of stuff, it's very vague and hazy in my hardrive, but i'll put a MONTAGE of stuff here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THE OTHER DAY:&lt;br /&gt;parentals decided to spring on me a day trip to wollongong through the Sea Cliff bridge that just opened December. Had lunch at my cousin's place down there and roamed around Wollongong Central to wait for the midsummer day's sun to "cool its jets" before hitting the beach.&lt;br /&gt;Eh, but whaddaya know, due to the spontaneous nature of our excursion, i forgot to bring my swimmers!&lt;br /&gt;Except the water looked so tempting, so I just said, what the heck and jumped in fully clothed. Went home dripping went and got told off, but it was so worth it.&lt;br /&gt;There was this guy in the waves and he kept saying "hey" to people and whenever someone turned around, he'd chuck a tuff of seaweed in their face haha.&lt;br /&gt;got home late. late in our family's terms is anytime after Alex's bedtime... so probably say we got home at 9ish.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THE OTHER OTHER DAY:&lt;br /&gt;Sleepover @ cousin's.&lt;br /&gt;Phyl got her RAW haircut with the famous hairstylist-for-the-stars Anthony NahDerHead in the city before dropping by to pick me up so we could haul ass to Viv's place in time.&lt;br /&gt;evening stroll to westfields, midnite (sort of) dip in the pool, chicken wings, PS2, no sleep, chick flicks, the works.&lt;br /&gt;My Rentals and Alex stayed for dinner the next day.&lt;br /&gt;I really enjoyed myself, even though I had to sometimes play the role of the disciplinarian and reinforce my superhuman powers of, er, Supernanny thanks to countless hours of watching that amazing woman in action.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TODAY: went with Mother to parramatta.&lt;br /&gt;i've finally convinced her to let me try for my Ls when i'm of age by swaering i'll drive Alex to kindergarten when he's 5. but i mean, it's like a rite of passage. so yeah, now she's constantly giving me driving tips and quizzing me at intersections about who has to give way. it's really funny, considering she still gets nervous on like the Hume Highway and she's had to drive me to school for two years through that way. haha, but gotta love her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i just finished a 'cycle' in front of the TV, which i haven't done in a while so i found it REALLLLLL good. soulfood. and here are Katherine's Thoughts On TV.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Neighbours: Harold is so so cute poisoning everyone!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Home and Away: like would somebody die already??? ppls got cancer moles, getting electrocuted, falling off cliffs and you KNOW they gonna die, but damn, the scriptwriters just keep painfully dragging it out.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Supernatural: i know y'all said this show ain't scary, but MAN, i was shittin' myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;VSecret fashion show! Sparkles sparkles sparkles. tyra banks is so hot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OH and who could possibly forget to mention the BACHELOR!!! Poor Tara! but the show is lame anyway. i heard jesse and jessica are already broken up!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hahah yes indeedy, the idiot box is turning my brain into sludge.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;mm but sticking to my promise i HAVE been catching up on my "LITERATURE". just finished Bronte's Wuthering Heights and God of Small Things by A.Roy. Both were better than i expected. Wuthering Heights was the BEST. I cried and and cried and cried me a river just like Justin Timberlake even though i felt for no one because there was really no protagonist.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meanwhile, trying to burn a CD for my piano teacher and it's aggravating me something terrible. too many songs and too much technology makes katherine a dull &lt;strikethrough&gt;boy&lt;/strikethough&gt; girl&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mwahsies.&lt;br /&gt;- katherine&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Happy snaps from Family Day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/984/1590/400/IMG_1849.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/984/1590/400/IMG_1846.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I swear, the pool had so much STUFF in it! infaltables, boogeyboards, waterguns, vortexes, a bunch of Wahu merchandise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 413px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="385" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/984/1590/400/IMG_1864.jpg" width="300" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;id like to say this pic was of me. but no. its my cousin vivienne whose as sprnigy as they get.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/984/1590/400/IMG_1879.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;phyllis and her teeth with No Fluoride.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/984/1590/400/IMG_1880.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Masters of Grand Turismo. kekekekke my little men are so lovely.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16679757-113759158848106297?l=starr-revolver.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://starr-revolver.blogspot.com/feeds/113759158848106297/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16679757&amp;postID=113759158848106297' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16679757/posts/default/113759158848106297'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16679757/posts/default/113759158848106297'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://starr-revolver.blogspot.com/2006/01/hektik-holidays-i-tell-ya-i-cant.html' title=''/><author><name>katherine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07880668538234022357</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://i2.tinypic.com/sx0haa.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16679757.post-113698810689860807</id><published>2006-01-11T05:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-11T06:01:46.943-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;JAN 8:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First day of Maths tutoring, then Josephine's (my math tutor buddy) mum drove me to &lt;strong&gt;Soondoos Bollywood Bash&lt;/strong&gt;! had an extremely good time. absolutely adorable brothers. you can't help but just wanna smother them to DEATH (that's a compliment soondoos!). movie with dancing&amp;singing&amp;amp;pretty girls in pretty frocks and pretty boys in pretty cars. fuzzy feelings =)/ excellento live entertainment courtesy of soondoos' sister whose double jointed and can do 2cartwheels in a row with one hand and then leap into the splits. jealous? i think so. later on, went a overboard with the cottees ice cream magic and melted ice cream. de-lish. Kimberly made me giggle with her exciting tales of the Summer Fling she had in Melbourne. ;)&lt;br /&gt;End of the day: walked home with vivian and phyllis. at the intersection some dude started screaming HEY, honking his horn&amp;waving his arms about like a maniac while he went round and round the roundabout. i didn't realise who it was at first, and then vivian started accusing me of having a secret boyfriend. to which i was like whatttttttttttt sif id go out with a pyscho. and now i've figured it out! it was vivian's BF, that sneaky hornbag.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;JAN 9:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Day long movie marathon with the "girls" at kimberly's I^I (that's a house)! Clarice woke up late (again! =p) and wendi got her hand stuck in the washing machine? so they couldn't make it.&lt;br /&gt;Haha, we fried our brains AND our eyes with the stuff we watched: &lt;u&gt;Roll Bounce&lt;/u&gt;, &lt;u&gt;Memoirs of a Geisha&lt;/u&gt;, the Korean &lt;u&gt;100 days with Mr. Arrogant&lt;/u&gt;, &lt;u&gt;Sleepover&lt;/u&gt;, and bits of &lt;u&gt;Garden State&lt;/u&gt;, &lt;u&gt;Confessions of a Teenage Drama Queen &lt;/u&gt;and &lt;u&gt;Bride and Prejudice&lt;/u&gt;. As you can see, some of the corniest stuff ever filmed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;everyone pigged out majorly. Kimberly said to everyone that there would be no food, so then ppl brought food, except when we turned up there WAS food. Heaps of it. Oh yes, we even got Subway especially delivered with a dozen yummy cookies thanks to the wonderful Jennifer and her 'people' lol.&lt;br /&gt;A LOVELY day. &lt;em&gt;Thankyou Kimbuh&lt;/em&gt; for being the Hostess with the Mostest, &lt;strong&gt;as per usual&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;JAN 10 i.e. now&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so zonked.&lt;br /&gt;That's what I am&lt;br /&gt;No two ways about that.&lt;br /&gt;Does that make sense. Nonsensical&lt;br /&gt;entire morning/arvo i crawled the streets of Sydney CBD in thongs that were not made for walking purposes whilst mum got pampered and preened at a day spa. (ETERNALLY indebted to you bubby JojO. I'll keep sending you those freebies, no worries.)&lt;br /&gt;Me&amp;amp;Phyllis got sooo losted by the end of it. We hopped on this escalator thing and like 5 minutes later, it hits us that we're no longer in the department store, so we had 2 turn around and retrace our steps haha.We were like just going around literally in circles in the department stores, looking a specific type of sock.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my feet KILL and they are not a normal feet colour. like they ain't pink/white/skin coloured anymore. disturbing yes. i need orthopedic shoes or something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxox&lt;br /&gt;katherine&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. to Tram RE: A Fortunate Life - no spoilers i promise&lt;br /&gt;narrative style literature, not a love story, everything's straightforward and REAL. Like no lengthy poetic descriptions or nuttin'. The guy doesn't exaggerate, he just tells his story like it is, e.g. when he went to war, it was just like "i went to war". Overall, it was an enjoyable read because heapsa stuff happened to him. You feel lazy/then inspired when you hear it.&lt;br /&gt;But I talked to a couple of people who did it for their HSC and they was like all "Hell, dangit, that book was the boringest piece of boring ever published in the history of boring."&lt;br /&gt;Ha, but the important thing to remember is that I like it, and I have good taste. kisses baby girl, and enjoy your holidays you party Ani-MAL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. I changed my layout: you like? See, the top Blogger "Navbar" used to be blue, but it's not blue anymore. It's black. That's skills for you, right there.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16679757-113698810689860807?l=starr-revolver.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://starr-revolver.blogspot.com/feeds/113698810689860807/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16679757&amp;postID=113698810689860807' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16679757/posts/default/113698810689860807'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16679757/posts/default/113698810689860807'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://starr-revolver.blogspot.com/2006/01/jan-8-first-day-of-maths-tutoring-then.html' title=''/><author><name>katherine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07880668538234022357</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://i2.tinypic.com/sx0haa.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16679757.post-113664123641474649</id><published>2006-01-07T05:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-07T05:40:39.266-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Today was SUPREMO.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We, as in the YOUNGER generation of my VERY extended family, spent the entire afternoon on the street running around in circles. it was just so.. nice. YKNOW?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we played with cockroaches, drowned all the ants, got splinters stuck in all our fingers, stole precious flowers from all the neighbours, climbed trees to swing branch to branch, practiced cartwheeling/handstanding/breakdancing, mountained-biked up and down the road, defaced the driveway with chalk, shared a 2L tub of Bulla ice cream between 10 people, and most importantly SPREAD THE LOVE. ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OH yes, and my aunt nicole is having another baby!!! APPARENTLY this one is going to share my birthday. coinkidinks HEY. Excitement!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;joy joy JOY,&lt;br /&gt;Katherineeeee.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16679757-113664123641474649?l=starr-revolver.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://starr-revolver.blogspot.com/feeds/113664123641474649/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16679757&amp;postID=113664123641474649' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16679757/posts/default/113664123641474649'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16679757/posts/default/113664123641474649'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://starr-revolver.blogspot.com/2006/01/today-was-supremo.html' title=''/><author><name>katherine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07880668538234022357</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://i2.tinypic.com/sx0haa.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16679757.post-113655526809467525</id><published>2006-01-06T05:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-06T06:17:08.526-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;OK. I'm back. I can't stick to my guns, never been able to, and I don't reckon that's gonna change any time soon! sorry if i made anyone cry from the temporary closure of my blog. ;0)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've just got off the phone with phyl. talked for TOO long; my ears are aching. She&amp;I have planned a daytrip using public transport 2 our cousin's place who we hardly ever get to see nowadays. they live somewhere really obscure, but they say it's REALLY close to a train station, except we don't know what train station. yes, i reckon we do need a smidgeon bit more planning, but should be funnnnnnn. i'm making phyl bring her 60L hiking pack. she's going to pack in it: classic board games, her "diving gear" (they have a like.. a wading pool. but u don't want to drown i guess), video games, junk food, maths textbooks (never neglect your education) with the usual stuff, e.g. toothbrush, clothing, her cross stitching.. (hehehehehe baerh yah - ask vivian to translate if u don't understand).&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HOLIDAYS: are pretty good. going by so damn fast though!&lt;br /&gt;I've been:&lt;br /&gt;* doing a lot of late spring-cleaning. i reorganised my room again. now when i sit at my computer, my back is to the door and i'm really paranoid about people sneaking up on me. ALSO my vanity is right next to my bed, which is UBER not good feng shui. so i'll have to probably switch everything back haha.&lt;br /&gt;* catching up on my reading. finished Pride and Prejudice and Wuthering Heights. i wanna watch the Pride and prejudice BBC movie again. i realise how utterly perfect Colin Firth is as Mr. Darcy. he's so "neat"! anyone up for another 6hr marathon? in my DELIGHTFUL company of course?&lt;br /&gt;* dragging the parental units + brother looking for a 7x4 hardwood bookshelf. cousins/family friends have all passed down their textbooks to me now that i'm in yr11 =O i chose all pretty 'standard' subjs so my room is drowning in textbks. altho they look like they could use a good wash, some of them are pretty ancient. but who washes textbooks.&lt;br /&gt;And then there's the (window) shopping, movies, food etc etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TMR: going officeworks sales again. oh i just get so giddy around all that stationery. i made a list this time so i don't forget to buy anything. i super want a comination corkscrewboard/whiteboard and i need clear contact. then after i reckon there's another family get together.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the past week, i've discovered late nite talkback radio of AM stations. they all do quizzes where you call in if you know the answer and you get a pot plant or something equally ABC-ish if you call in at Question 20.&lt;br /&gt;you learn HEAPS. like did u know:&lt;br /&gt;the first couple to be seen on TV sharing a bed was &lt;u&gt;Fred and Wilma&lt;/u&gt; from &lt;strong&gt;The Flintstones&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;except some people say they aren't really PEOPLE, so then technically the first HUMAN couple to be seen on TV sharing a bed was &lt;u&gt;Carol and Mike&lt;/u&gt; from &lt;strong&gt;The Brady Bunch&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;except some say it was actually &lt;u&gt;Samantha and Darrin Stephens&lt;/u&gt; from &lt;strong&gt;Bewitched&lt;/strong&gt; in a rarely-aired episode. and the only reason this episode wasn't censored was because Samantha wasn't 'human' per se and had one foot on the floor.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Isn't that something. they debated this topic for two nights NONStop haha&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OH YES, and my cousin Will had a beautiful bouncin' baby__ haven't visited, even tho its been a couple weeks. i dunno the baby's sex nor its name. lol my very-asian-dad doesn't bother asking about such insignificatn "trivialities".&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;nJoi ur hollieeeeZ&lt;br /&gt;katherine twinkletoes &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/984/1590/1600/IMG_0318.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/984/1590/400/IMG_0318.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Phyllis and Kenny at my Grandmother's 70th Birthday at Hai Au, i think it was. Kenny is really cute. I gave him a Wildkard because I had too many and now he calls me heaps just to talk about life hahah. he's in kindergarten.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16679757-113655526809467525?l=starr-revolver.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://starr-revolver.blogspot.com/feeds/113655526809467525/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16679757&amp;postID=113655526809467525' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16679757/posts/default/113655526809467525'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16679757/posts/default/113655526809467525'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://starr-revolver.blogspot.com/2006/01/ok.html' title=''/><author><name>katherine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07880668538234022357</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://i2.tinypic.com/sx0haa.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16679757.post-113620661323921616</id><published>2006-01-02T04:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-02T04:56:53.280-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>The K is &lt;p&gt;- physically exhausted&lt;br /&gt;- mentally drained&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Determined to start again, turn over a new leaf, new beginnings and so on and so forth.It starts tomorrow and this blog/internet thing I have is keeping me down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I'm destined for great things. I was born for great things. It's in my blood. And great things ain't coming if I'm blogging all the time.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Therefore, I'm calling it quits.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;A temporary or permanant hiatus this time? Who knows, but doesn't matter cos it's been good.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Oh, there's ONE more very important entry I'm going to upload soon, so come again in a week or so, and THEN it's goodbye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take care and thanks for visiting!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Be merry.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/984/1590/400/bleh%20024.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16679757-113620661323921616?l=starr-revolver.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://starr-revolver.blogspot.com/feeds/113620661323921616/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16679757&amp;postID=113620661323921616' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16679757/posts/default/113620661323921616'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16679757/posts/default/113620661323921616'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://starr-revolver.blogspot.com/2006/01/k-is-physically-exhausted-mentally.html' title=''/><author><name>katherine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07880668538234022357</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://i2.tinypic.com/sx0haa.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16679757.post-113586104091929932</id><published>2005-12-29T04:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-29T05:04:25.153-08:00</updated><title type='text'>As if.</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;So today I decided to clear out my bookshelf and give away all my childish titles, some of which include a vast collection of &lt;em&gt;Sweet Valley&lt;/em&gt; novels, Enid Blyton's &lt;em&gt;Faraway Tree&lt;/em&gt; stories and my &lt;em&gt;How To Be A Secret Spy&lt;/em&gt; titles. Since I'm in Year 11 now, I gotta get into some more worthwhile literature.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, while I was rereading my favourite parts of &lt;em&gt;1001 Spaced Out Space Alien Jokes for all Ages, &lt;/em&gt;I noticed a fancy Swarovski sachet wedged in my bookshelf behind my &lt;u&gt;Baby-Sitters Club books&lt;/u&gt; (of which I have several hundred - seriously).&lt;br /&gt;I opened it and to my delight, about 50 miniature hearts tumbled out. I thought they were diamonds or something real special so I was like fully rejoicing in my new found wealth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/984/1590/400/IMG_1772.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So naturally, I had to go on E-Bay to try and price the lovely hearts.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;And this is what I saw:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;200 8mm Swarovski Crystal Beads AU $0.88 &lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yep.&lt;br /&gt;Swarovski specialises in crystals. You can't get no moolah from crystals.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shoulda known. Oprah always uses Swarovski CRYSTALS at her parties.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Told my mum about this and she was all: oh my little girl.. Duh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;So now I have a bag full of crystals just... THERE. They're supposedly classed as "beads", but I don't see how you're supposed to bead with them. Like there are no holes or anything for the string to go through. But I suppose you could glue-gun them onto something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whateverrrrrrrrr, I have a headache because I slept not enough last night and then started reading nonstop for 6 hours. &lt;u&gt;A Fortunate Life&lt;/u&gt; by AB Facey. Missed out on a lot because of pounding head + tiny print, but I got the gist, and it was good.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Last night I was channel surfing looking for some standard US reality TV style shows and I found &lt;u&gt;Human Nature&lt;/u&gt; on SBS (the movie, not the band). Since it starred Hilary Duff and Patricia Arquette (one of my all time top heroines - as Kissin' Kate Barlow in &lt;u&gt;Holes&lt;/u&gt;), I thought it would be a straightforward kinda movie. Ten minutes into the movie, oh how wrong I was. Again, I SHOULDA known. I mean, 11.00pm on a Wednesday night, hellow, tis like prime-time erotica viewing on SBS. Flicking through a movie like that ain't so bad in itself of course, but then I had my phone right in my hand so I SMS-ed several people recommending they turn on SBS right now. Yeah, sorry again guys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I should take the onion sitting on desk out. Reader's Digest said putting a cut onion in each room prevents odours. So I did. Dumb people, now my house smells like onions and everyone who visits thinks we're crazy because there's a plate with shrivelled onion halves in every room.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;my head is on overdrive right now, so i'm out&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;take it EZ,&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;KAT&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16679757-113586104091929932?l=starr-revolver.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://starr-revolver.blogspot.com/feeds/113586104091929932/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16679757&amp;postID=113586104091929932' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16679757/posts/default/113586104091929932'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16679757/posts/default/113586104091929932'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://starr-revolver.blogspot.com/2005/12/as-if.html' title='As if.'/><author><name>katherine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07880668538234022357</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://i2.tinypic.com/sx0haa.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16679757.post-113568623372214325</id><published>2005-12-27T04:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-27T04:23:53.773-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Christmas Eve&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Family get together at Gmas was fun fun fun. Presents, spring rolls, the works. All good.&lt;br /&gt;Eliza, my cousin, is so funny. She's a real girly girl and goes around everywhere in her special Cinderella dress, which poofs out so much and makes her look like a big bouncing ball because she's so short (she's only 3).&lt;br /&gt;Le Brother got a tower of presents, including a &lt;strong&gt;jet Hovercraft&lt;/strong&gt;. eeeek.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the present front for me: 10 boxes of Ferrero Rocher in assorted packaging (e.g. in the shape of a bell, the standard box, arranged in a Christmas Tree formation). Which is nice, but a little disturbing as it makes me wonder whether I should expand my interests into areas other than food since I now realise most people seem to think I do nothing but eat all day. OH well. No major qualms: I love chocolate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Christmas.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hope y'all had a Very Merry one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn't spend my Christmas in the typical fashion. Instead, I spent the entire morning cleaning. Not just dusting and putting away things, but real cleaning. I made my special bicarbonate of soda paste and scrubbed every wall of my house top to bottom. Then I rinsed all the walls twice. Sometimes you just can't resist the nesting instinct. But I felt SO good: all proud and crap. Of my clean walls hehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then at night, did the rounds of all our "connections" in Sydney with the 'rental units and ate dinner at like 5 places until my digestive system went into shock from over use.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Boxing Day&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;More dinners/bbqs. Mum's birthday was today and so was Clarice's mum's. So happy birthday mums!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alex was really into Christmas this year, like with the festivities and Xmas spirit. every night, me mum + him went driving around the streets of Sydney looking at christmas lights people decorated their houses with. one suburb each night. i reckon this was the best bit of xmas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so anyway, heres to waiting for the new year parties &amp;amp; fireworks.&lt;br /&gt;cheers,&lt;br /&gt;Katherine&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16679757-113568623372214325?l=starr-revolver.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://starr-revolver.blogspot.com/feeds/113568623372214325/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16679757&amp;postID=113568623372214325' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16679757/posts/default/113568623372214325'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16679757/posts/default/113568623372214325'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://starr-revolver.blogspot.com/2005/12/christmas-eve-family-get-together-at.html' title=''/><author><name>katherine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07880668538234022357</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://i2.tinypic.com/sx0haa.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16679757.post-113542393264184824</id><published>2005-12-24T02:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-24T03:32:13.030-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>It's really early, so I'm here waiting for the world to get up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Christmas is tomorrow and even though my family doesn't celebrate Christmas for what it's supposed to be, we still do the whole Feasting Thing Complete with the Presents. Any excuse for the crazy asians to get together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This year is going to no different. We're going to get together at my Grandma's place for breakfast/lunch/dinner and I know I'm going to be one of the resident babysitters. I know I'm going to be Stuck with all the Breadcrust at Dinner after everyone's taken the soft smushy insides of My Bread. I know there won't be anything to drink except Milk, Wine or Water. I know the night's going to end at 7pm because everyone's got Responsibilities now and the Babies Need Their Sleep. I know someone's going to get seriously injured, because someone always does: we are a Family of Klutzes. I know I'm going to not get any presents, because I am on the Cusp of Adulthood.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But that's OK with me. Because I really do love it, every single bit of it. 'Tis MY family and they Are Perfect tehehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Holiday Cheers,&lt;br /&gt;* KAFERINE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/984/1590/400/IMG_0095%20y.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;(Yes, he is wearing socks with sandals. He can't help it: he's asian.)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16679757-113542393264184824?l=starr-revolver.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://starr-revolver.blogspot.com/feeds/113542393264184824/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16679757&amp;postID=113542393264184824' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16679757/posts/default/113542393264184824'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16679757/posts/default/113542393264184824'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://starr-revolver.blogspot.com/2005/12/its-really-early-so-im-here-waiting.html' title=''/><author><name>katherine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07880668538234022357</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://i2.tinypic.com/sx0haa.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16679757.post-113522157832517838</id><published>2005-12-21T19:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-21T19:19:38.346-08:00</updated><title type='text'>headspin</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;holidays pretty AIIGHT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;like nothing's actually happened &lt;strong&gt;yet&lt;/strong&gt;, but i just know something will. soon. just because &lt;strong&gt;I'm an exciting kind of gal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i've been trying to contact &lt;strong&gt;VIVIAN&lt;/strong&gt; for the last i dunno, &lt;strong&gt;week&lt;/strong&gt; and i still haven't reached her. even though she lives 7 houses away from me and goes to the same school i do.&lt;br /&gt;i swear, she's always &lt;strong&gt;sleeping&lt;/strong&gt;. so hello, if ur there choochoo, CALL ME.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mostly i've been hangin' out with Alex. (a cooler way of saying i've been stuck babysitting my 3yo brother). but j'adore him, so s'all good.&lt;br /&gt;i'm getting him size 3 havainas for Xmas. but dunno how his pudgy toes gonna handle the stress of thongs. no matter - soooo adorable nonetheless. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/984/1590/400/Copy%20%282%29%20of%20IMG_1722.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;"Hi, I'm the cutest brother in the whole world"&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh yeah, i forgot to mention this the other day:&lt;br /&gt;remember my &lt;strong&gt;"brownies of love"&lt;/strong&gt; i made on friday? the ones that were hard at the bottom and like chewing gum at the top?&lt;br /&gt;well i didn't make them PER SE. my baby cousins did. they couldn't keep their hands out of the mix, i think they have this thing for raw egg, but anyway, IF ANY OF U GOT DIARRHOEA, probably my fault. &lt;strong&gt;sorry.&lt;/strong&gt; tis christmas, &lt;strong&gt;forgive and forget eh.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mistletoe kisses,&lt;br /&gt;katherine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. there's supposed to be another entry before this one, but i need 2 touch it up, so come back sooon!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16679757-113522157832517838?l=starr-revolver.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://starr-revolver.blogspot.com/feeds/113522157832517838/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16679757&amp;postID=113522157832517838' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16679757/posts/default/113522157832517838'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16679757/posts/default/113522157832517838'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://starr-revolver.blogspot.com/2005/12/headspin.html' title='headspin'/><author><name>katherine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07880668538234022357</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://i2.tinypic.com/sx0haa.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16679757.post-113453220297632268</id><published>2005-12-13T19:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-13T19:50:02.990-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Excuse me, can I please ask you something?</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;1. What did you do in 2005 that you’d never done before?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wore contacts, sat at someone-else's-besides-my-parent's table at a wedding, went to concerts, formal dinnner party, volunteered at the neighbourhood centre, Duke of Ed hikes, completed work experience&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;2. Did you make any resolutions for this year and will you make any for next year?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Yeah. They're the same ones every year because I never keep them.&lt;br /&gt;* practice piano every day&lt;br /&gt;* be nicer to brother&lt;br /&gt;* do my homework&lt;br /&gt;* exercise&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;3. Did anyone close to you give birth?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this year's turnover:: ten thousand baby cousins/nieces/nephews.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;4. Did anyone close to you die?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;no.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;5. What countries did you visit?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nada.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;6. What would you like to have in 2006 that you lacked in 2005?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tickets to yellowcard, more confidence and motivation&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;7. What dates from 2005 will remain etched upon your memory, and why?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Formal: beautiful night&lt;br /&gt;SYC camp: interesting (to say the least) experience&lt;br /&gt;work experience: sad.&lt;br /&gt;all the trips to wollongong/Batemans bay/Jervis Bay with all the babies: pure fun&lt;br /&gt;filming Anastacia with the girls: fuggen hilarious&lt;br /&gt;all the school excursions&lt;br /&gt;Music night, cos its the only other thing i can remember right now&lt;br /&gt;THIS FRIDAY - my last day&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;8. What was your biggest achievement of the year?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Being more independent, tryint to be more extra-curricular and semi-achieving that&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;9. What was your biggest failure?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;not doing homework&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;10. Did you suffer illness or injury?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nope.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;11. What was the best thing you bought?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;more jeans?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;12. Whose behaviour merited celebration?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;too many people to mention!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;13. Whose behaviour made you appalled and depressed?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mine and several others on a specific day in Term 3 when we found out it was finalised that a whole bunch of people, including myself, would be leaving Sefton. we spent the whole day in a crying jag, bawling our eyes out in a VERY unpretty way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;14. Where did most of your money go?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Presents, clothes, FOOD.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;15. What did you get really, really, really excited about?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;life of a teenager in GENERAL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;16. What song will always remind you of 2005?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yellowcard - breathing&lt;br /&gt;sheryl crow - the first cut is the deepest&lt;br /&gt;carly simon - you're so vain&lt;br /&gt;Gipsy Kings - Bambeleo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;17. Compared to this time last year, are you: a) Happier or b) Sadder?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Definately a).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;18. What do you wish you’d done more of?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;spent more time with brother and friends&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;19. What do you wish you’d done less of?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;worrying about rubbish that, in hindsight, i realise didn't even matter .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;20. How will you be spending Christmas?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With la famille in the mandatory BBQ&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;21. Did you fall in love in 2005?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;22.How many one-night stands?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i didn't get ANY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;23.What was your favorite TV program?&lt;br /&gt;Grey's Anatomy, Desperate Housewives, the OC, Blue Water High&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;24. Do you hate anyone now that you didn’t hate this time last year?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No, but I love people now whom I hated last year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;25. What was the best book you read?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tess of D'Urbervilles - Thomas Hardy (a really good classic lit thing, it made me cry and giggle AT THE SAME TIME)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;26. What was your greatest musical discovery?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yellowcard, Michael Buble, Butterfly Boucher&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;27. What did you want and get?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love. 1000 stars in a jar. my SS presents!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;28. What did you want and not get?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;new baby grand (piano)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;29. What was your favorite film of this year?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jean de Florette and Manon des Sources. (French films we had to study for English)&lt;br /&gt;Excess Baggage (dodgy film by Alicia Silverstone, but Benicio Del Toro was adorable)&lt;br /&gt;Holes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;30. What did you do on your birthday, and how old were you?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15 years. Halfway to thirty! Went out with friends for a joint birthday celebration and several parties with the family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;31. What one thing would have made your year immeasurably more satisfying?&lt;/strong&gt;Nothing. I honestly reckon I had a perfect year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;32. How would you describe your personal fashion concept in 2005?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Basic, colourful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;33. What kept you sane?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friends and brother.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;34. Which celebrity/public figure did you fancy the most?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Patrick Dempsey, Angelina Jolie, Benicio Del Toro, Mischa Barton&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;35. What political issue stirred you the most?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IR reforms (we had to do a Commerce assignment on it)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;36. Who did you miss?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friends from last year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;37. Who was the best new person you met?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;even though we were pretty tight last year, it would have to be Tram, because i think our relationship really &lt;em&gt;&lt;u&gt;blossomed&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/em&gt; this year. isn't it babe? [KISS]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;38. Tell us a valuable life lesson you learned in 2005:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;be prepared.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;39. Quote a song lyric that sums up your year:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vengaboys:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;My heart goes shalala lala, shalala in the morning&lt;br /&gt;Oh oh oh shalala lala, shalala in the sunshine&lt;br /&gt;Shalala lala, shalala lala in the evening&lt;br /&gt;Shalala lala shalala lala just for you &lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16679757-113453220297632268?l=starr-revolver.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://starr-revolver.blogspot.com/feeds/113453220297632268/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16679757&amp;postID=113453220297632268' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16679757/posts/default/113453220297632268'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16679757/posts/default/113453220297632268'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://starr-revolver.blogspot.com/2005/12/excuse-me-can-i-please-ask-you.html' title='Excuse me, can I please ask you something?'/><author><name>katherine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07880668538234022357</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://i2.tinypic.com/sx0haa.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16679757.post-113430413005253186</id><published>2005-12-11T04:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-11T04:32:30.016-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>GAME: Can You Spot The Baby?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/984/1590/400/ZXupload.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can hear you say EWWWWWW.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I say damn straight my homie, my room is a maggot infested squalor that's bloody filthy from floor to ceiling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, maybe not that bad, but why don't my clothes ever stay inside my wardrobe?? LIKE THEY ALWAYS DO IN THE MOVIES.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NB: my wardrobe takes up a whole wall of my room. the picture above shows 1/5 of this wall.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm going to go try vacuum it all up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kiss Hug, SHALALA&lt;br /&gt;KAT.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16679757-113430413005253186?l=starr-revolver.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://starr-revolver.blogspot.com/feeds/113430413005253186/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16679757&amp;postID=113430413005253186' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16679757/posts/default/113430413005253186'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16679757/posts/default/113430413005253186'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://starr-revolver.blogspot.com/2005/12/game-can-you-spot-baby-i-can-hear-you.html' title=''/><author><name>katherine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07880668538234022357</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://i2.tinypic.com/sx0haa.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16679757.post-113352095070198513</id><published>2005-12-02T02:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-02T02:55:50.726-08:00</updated><title type='text'>HeeheeheeHAWHAWHAW</title><content type='html'>GUESS WHERE I AM?&lt;br /&gt;Phyllis' house! &lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;[Phyllis RoX]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yay! I'm almost never here. hahaha, funny funny joke.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well i'm like super-happy today. more happy than yesterday at any rate.&lt;br /&gt;for those of you who don't know, dec1 and dec2 (thurs/fri) was Peer Support Training for james Ruse ppl incl. newbies, so that's why i went. i don't really expect to become a Peer Support Leader because hardly anyone knows me (obviously) but i went anyway because.. dunno why really. JUST WENT.&lt;br /&gt;thursday: nerves nerves NERVES. NERVES omg like you would not believe. i was allocated to some random group where everyone mostly knew each other already. but it got better as the day wore on!&lt;br /&gt;talked to HEAPS of people from my old primary! well ok, not heaps, maybe two? Si Si and Sam.&lt;br /&gt;AND KIMBOG: i saw Mo'! remember Mo'? he's sooo cool now.&lt;br /&gt;in general, i reckon the people at Ruse could not be nicer. however, i still went home at the end of the day feeling like a total shithole (those damn nerves) cos i was totally unsure of where i stood.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friday: GREAT DAY. Absolute blast. had so many early marks between periods cos it was Pizza Day, which was pretty awesome. in the last 2 periods, we played, believe in or not, Ultimate Frisbee. I cannot escape that game!!!&lt;br /&gt;anyway, gotta go home. uncles here.&lt;br /&gt;KATHERINE.&lt;br /&gt;LOVELOVELOVELVOE.&lt;br /&gt;WISH ME AND PHYLLIS LUCK ON MUSIC NITE&lt;br /&gt;heeeheeeheehHAWHAWHAW&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16679757-113352095070198513?l=starr-revolver.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://starr-revolver.blogspot.com/feeds/113352095070198513/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16679757&amp;postID=113352095070198513' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16679757/posts/default/113352095070198513'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16679757/posts/default/113352095070198513'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://starr-revolver.blogspot.com/2005/12/heeheeheehawhawhaw.html' title='HeeheeheeHAWHAWHAW'/><author><name>katherine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07880668538234022357</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://i2.tinypic.com/sx0haa.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16679757.post-113315433513668533</id><published>2005-11-27T20:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-08-10T01:15:14.920-07:00</updated><title type='text'>hell no H2O</title><content type='html'>Formal Fever is OFFICIALLY over.&lt;br /&gt;Sunken back into my depressing routine of not sleeping and staying awake cleaning/watching movies. last nite watched Elektra and a little of the Bourne Supremacy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once again, am at Phyllis' house waiting for mum 2 pick me up cos i CBB walking home. After school snack kindly provided by Phyl: Nutella straight from the jar and Roast Squid. (not together).&lt;br /&gt;oh and phyls sister Anna offered me some Vegemite-Choc-Chip biscuits. there's so much gourmet food @ their house. teheh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MUSIC NITE: it seems like our song is coming along. but then i've always been the delusional one.&lt;br /&gt;GEOGRAPHY AROUND-THE-WORLD-IN-FORTY-DAYS ASSIGNMENT: made passports. put in loser poser photos. tram better like it. i hate geography.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We're going Surfer's Paradise in the upcoming holidays. Mum finally decided Alex won't fall into some traumatic mental pyschosis thing from our displacement from home.&lt;br /&gt;It's so grody, having to do all this stuff for a holiday. We have a DOG now. WHOSE GOING TO LOOK AFTER HIM? He's barely desexed and still tries to hump anything that moves so he can't stay with most of our extended family who all have wellgroomed dogs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm going to sound like a total princess, but I kinda don't want to go. Tis so like ... mundane. Run of the mill kinda stuff. I wanna stay home and wallow.&lt;br /&gt;Going 2 lock myself in my room for the week. Should be fun. ill bring along sudoku puzzles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;speaking of Ruse, the Peer support thing is on this Thursday and Friday. i can't believe I'm going. what a loser i am. what was i thinking? you know what i'm going to miss out on?&lt;br /&gt;- the canberra trip&lt;br /&gt;- school dance&lt;br /&gt;- SAS duties, so no more bludging when i come back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you know, i reckon i'm officially a ... what do they call it? ... GRUNK?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah RANDOM: i renamed my dog Berlioz (he used to be Simba). except he doesn't respond to anything anyway so its not like its a big deal. but aint Berlioz such a cute name?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Msg 2 WENDLE SAILOR&lt;br /&gt;=O&lt;br /&gt;Haven't talked to you in ages (like not since Thursday night!), cos you've disappeared off the face of the earth. Want you to upload photos.&lt;br /&gt;* opera house, cronulla beach + formal nite.&lt;br /&gt;10-q&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i feel like a yo-yo. up and down. up and down. up and down. around and around. &lt;u&gt;UP and DOWN.&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mum's here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Over and out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;K.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This photo always makes me smile so I'm putting it up here. This is my uncle. The one whose a doctor who never wants to give anyone in the family a checkup 'cos he's too cool. Taken at Kenny's birthday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/984/1590/400/UncleToan.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;EDIT: More photos for posterity's sake.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Eliza Rose. Daughter of aforementioned crazyuncle.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/984/1590/400/Elizarose.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Isabelle. Cousin of aformentioned daughter of crazy doctor.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/984/1590/400/Izzy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Kenny. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/984/1590/400/Kenny.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Birdwatching. Me in the background with various babies. Kookaburra eating Spam/&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/984/1590/400/053.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Parrots/Rainbow Lorikeets.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/984/1590/400/056.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16679757-113315433513668533?l=starr-revolver.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://starr-revolver.blogspot.com/feeds/113315433513668533/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16679757&amp;postID=113315433513668533' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16679757/posts/default/113315433513668533'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16679757/posts/default/113315433513668533'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://starr-revolver.blogspot.com/2005/11/hell-no-h2o.html' title='hell no H2O'/><author><name>katherine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07880668538234022357</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://i2.tinypic.com/sx0haa.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16679757.post-113292553427203703</id><published>2005-11-25T05:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-25T06:27:36.516-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>The food was basically nicely presented camp food. I mistook my bread for a rock, but I ate it anyway.&lt;br /&gt;The waitress was very unhospitable &amp; just chucked my napkin on my lap at an angle so it eventually slid to floor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But overall:&lt;br /&gt;formal so bloody good I wanted to &lt;strong&gt;cry&lt;/strong&gt; right then and there while they were serving the entrees.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like Far Out, I so had the &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;TIME OF MY LIFE!!!!&lt;/span&gt; Thanks again - a MASSIVE thanks again - to Clarice, Linh and Cindy for organising such a great night. And jen, we missed ya =(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Skipped school in the morning for some urgently needed catch-up sleep and to ensure I turned up to the formal daisy fresh. Except plans were screwed up cos PHYLLIS came over. Really, didn't mind tho, because she brought over &lt;u&gt;Dirty Dancing Havana Nights&lt;/u&gt; (with ROMOLA GARAI aka Mary Bryant). It was so similar to the original DD that I didn't bother watching most of it. Sweet nonetheless.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Put my contacts in (in a painful record time of 'only' half an hr) and then rushed to Phyllis' cousins' place where I got my hair done up all pretty. I asked for a French twist and came out with half of my hair down and the other half a cactus-like structure on my crown. Still, came out a happy customer because I didn't end up looking like a slut OR a grandmother, just somewhere in the middle of those two.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sped home, Hollywood-taped my dress to my body, fixed my face, found my shoes, charged my camera/mob, did the whole photo-outside-the-house-with-the-family thing, basically got all my crap together, IN UNDER 20 minutes before phyllis came 2 pick me up looking like a &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;total BABE&lt;/span&gt; and we made it to Pho An in time. Some pre-formal shots ensued during which I distributed the contents of my purse to various people because I was scared I was going to loose my bag.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Minibus ride was surprisingly quick.&lt;br /&gt;OH YER, TROI. did i mention how f**king gorgeous, sexy and all-the-good-things everyone was???? Yum Cha Wendi's hair was sooooo YUM. crimped, curled, pinned up tha whole shebang. And you wore PEARLS! jadoreee. Kimberly's makeup was fantastic! Vivian T = azn Mischa. I could go on about the girls forever seriously, everyone looked amazing. AND THE GUYS, y'all rocked up looking so smooth. *giggle giggle*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our arrival was just in the nick of time. OMG and CLARICE! or should i say BEYONCE! BEEYOOTEEFOO! and thanks for your comment on my attire as well. who did you say i looked like again? oh yes. Bert Newton. "Berty". ur a sweetheart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the foyer, we all got smashed on the FOYAY booze (orange juice and non-alcoholic red wine &amp;amp; non-alcoholic champagne) before heading upstairs. People started dancing immediately to music which was as soft as the music you hear @ the supermarket which just goes to show how pathetically giddy we were! (in a good way of course)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I sat with my sweetness Tram. The food was an insignificant part of the night (unusual for me), but the atmosphere was great. everyone was eating off everyone else's plate and pouring other people's drinks into their glasses when the champagne ran out (well i was anyway)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When the music got pumpin', all our inhibitions flew out the window. Nothing held us back - that went for practically everyone esp. Vivools. WHOA baby girl, &lt;strong&gt;you've grown up&lt;/strong&gt;! you've really got the whole striptease thing a la Carmen Electra downpat! and the part where u sorta slap ur hiney, like words cannot describe the &lt;em&gt;heat &lt;/em&gt;that built up!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our Disco Inferno wasn't really in sync, but s'all GRAVY because collectively everyone came up with a zillion hot-ass moves so it didn't even matter. Some kinky shit went down that night and I got very well acquainted with everyone's hips and vice versa. SWEET!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Clarice and Andrew Le blew everyone away with her outrageous moves as per usual, but in different styles of course. Phyllis and Lesloo were superb, they actually did a lift!!&lt;br /&gt;As for myself, i stayed on the floor for everyone song i think. even the slow ones, cutting in on ppl. haha loving my new-found courage. and shame on you JoJo! beatle i don't ask just anyone to dance you know !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the night climaxed at the end with a classic medley from &lt;strong&gt;Dirty Dancing&lt;/strong&gt; which i danced my heart out too ALSO. i went out into the night air covered in a fine sheen of sweat. sexy AS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bus ride home was like being cooped up with a bunch of drunken crazies. a big karaoke singing contest. so much fun. speaking of the bus, props go to james for organising the ride!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LONG ENTRY. APOLOGIES. i'm so gaga over this. great way to end 05. gonna miss you guys so much next year!&lt;br /&gt;I'm so in love with our grade it's not even funny.&lt;br /&gt;What a high.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;K.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/984/1590/400/510985285yRPgQC_ph.1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pre-formal jitters &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/984/1590/200/zuplasod.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;One of my FAVS. Katherine Kissing joanne. I have no black bits in my eye and I look like a corpse. I don't think my attempt to PhotoShop it so that I have green eyes is real good, but whatever.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/984/1590/400/Zupload.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Kimbutt, Viv and me heating up the dancefloor. I think Kimb's on Vivian's toe again.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/984/1590/400/zupoload.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Wendi, Jo Lau, Phyl, Kimb's head, the Emilies. Oh and Clarice in the green. ATTENTION WHORE! haha, i think she literally slid a la Tom Cruise in Risky Business into the photo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/984/1590/400/Upload2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pooped at the end of the night.&lt;br /&gt;Kimberly and Vivian, why can't you keep ur hands off Wendi?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;PS MORE HAPPY SNAPS AT:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sefton Shots:&lt;/strong&gt; (but i think there's no more space to upload anything)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;a href="http://community.webshots.com/user/Seftonyear10formal"&gt;&lt;em&gt;http://community.webshots.com/user/Seftonyear10formal&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Andrew Le&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;a href="http://community.webshots.com/user/andrewle2709"&gt;&lt;em&gt;http://community.webshots.com/user/andrewle2709&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Vivian Tran&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;a href="http://grey-albums.diaryland.com"&gt;http://grey-albums.diaryland.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;And other photos are at ppl's Spaces so you can get 'em urself.&lt;br /&gt;Will upload my photos soon.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16679757-113292553427203703?l=starr-revolver.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://starr-revolver.blogspot.com/feeds/113292553427203703/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16679757&amp;postID=113292553427203703' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16679757/posts/default/113292553427203703'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16679757/posts/default/113292553427203703'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://starr-revolver.blogspot.com/2005/11/food-was-basically-nicely-presented.html' title=''/><author><name>katherine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07880668538234022357</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://i2.tinypic.com/sx0haa.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16679757.post-113266590481519796</id><published>2005-11-22T04:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-22T05:25:04.836-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>It's midnight and I should be scared of Bloody Mary, but I'm not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vivian is making me listen to some weirdass AM radio station. However, I found a better AM station. 1017AM. They call themselves the Easy Mix, which is a ripoff of 106.5FM if I ever saw one. But 'tis still good, because they don't have a host person.&lt;br /&gt;Non-stop music and radio ads blaring. Music is full of tambourines and triangles. How non-pop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haven't blogged recently. I can't remember anything I do anymore.&lt;br /&gt;I'll try anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;phyllis has been coming 2 my window like my lil own Romeo every mornin @ 6.00 demanding 2 go jogging. not demanding as such, as i suggest she come over each time, but damn, i didn't know you get so tired @ 6am. sorry babes! next year or summat ok?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Er. Got busted in Music today for not knowing my duet piece. 3 pgs of music, didn't get past playing the first bar or so. sorry phyllis, once again. haha u have a sucky cousin.&lt;br /&gt;but dont matter i guess cos there is no audition for us anymore. We're in. Definately. SUCK Hate. Don't want. Apparently, teacher wants musical variety or something. Ours is a more conservative type piece.&lt;br /&gt;Classical. Boring. Yeah, dass some real hardcore variety fer ya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Frisbee. Fun. More like fetch though when our team plays (emma, vivL, kimb, viv, jen). No one can chuck it properly incl. yours truly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Couple days ago was Vivian's sweet 16 bday bash. Nice stuff. Lollies, Marshmallows etc.&lt;br /&gt;Hope you liked it bimbo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last weekend was Chem class. blase.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hanna's staying in newyork until march next year so plans to go 2 england down drain. however, grandma is going 2 visit Hanna in Feb so hopefully can tag along w/ couple of cousins.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;james ruse peer support training coming up.&lt;br /&gt;feeling v half hearted about it. think i used word wrong again.&lt;br /&gt;but go anyway cos, as frasier said 2nite in season final (sob) .. well i can't remember exact quote but it was something typical like take every chance u get no regrets.&lt;br /&gt;i love niles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Formal is fast approaching &amp; can't deny I've got a touch of Formal Fever meself.&lt;br /&gt;Going to make dress explode when I get in, but that's beside the point.&lt;br /&gt;Invites are really pretty. Thanks Kimbutt and Jenn.&lt;br /&gt;And huge special thanks to Clarice and team for organising everything else. you guys are so bombadesque.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My head is pounding like my brain wants to fall out through my eyes so going to sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                                                                           K.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Editorial note: Apologies for erroneous errors in previous entry.&lt;br /&gt;* Whose should be 'Who's'&lt;br /&gt;And something else, except I can't remember what it is again. Ask Vivian. She TORE MY DEDICATION TO HER APART. Picky picky picky grammatical princess.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16679757-113266590481519796?l=starr-revolver.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://starr-revolver.blogspot.com/feeds/113266590481519796/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16679757&amp;postID=113266590481519796' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16679757/posts/default/113266590481519796'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16679757/posts/default/113266590481519796'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://starr-revolver.blogspot.com/2005/11/its-midnight-and-i-should-be-scared-of.html' title=''/><author><name>katherine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07880668538234022357</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://i2.tinypic.com/sx0haa.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16679757.post-113230558304701508</id><published>2005-11-18T01:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-18T01:19:43.363-08:00</updated><title type='text'>That Azn Jonathan makes me go gaga. Happy Birthday Vivian. I will try to get you Tamiflu when I go to Indonesia.</title><content type='html'>Finished Starsky and Hutch. OK of a movie. Just thought I'd blog before the weekend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MOVING ONTO MORE IMPORTANT NEWS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;Ha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;ppy&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Birthd&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;ay&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;VIVIAN&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In honour of this wonderful occasion, I have composed poetic masterpiece. Not showing off or anything - its just a little something for my sweetness.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;V&lt;/span&gt;ials of love fill her heart&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;I&lt;/span&gt;n this girl's young heart&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;V&lt;/span&gt;ials of joy fill her mind&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;I&lt;/span&gt;n this girl's young mind&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;A&lt;/span&gt;lways seen with a dazzling smile&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;N&lt;/span&gt;ever seen without a dazzling smile &lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You sexy beast, ur so damn fine right now and i lurvvvee yoOh.. !! ur 2 kewl 4 skewl b/c ur 2 hawt 2 handle - KNOW WHAT I'M SAYING?&lt;br /&gt;I hope you sizzle eternally baby girl.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Happy Birthday Again! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; ****************************&lt;br /&gt;meanwhile my nose kills. i accidentally sniffed up pepper because i didn't know what it was and now my nose is stinging so so way not cool.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Music today was so GRODY. our song is so screwed. piano duets? they don't work. esp/ when one person can't really play the piano (clue: that person isn't phyllis. use ur 'powers of mathematical deduction'). now Ms. Fruginetisjf is saying we have to AUDITION for the Music Nite. she's forcing us to do THIS song and then AUDITION. like there aren't even words to express my disgust.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had SAS duty in second today with Fluff fluff. A serial waste of time. All I did was put the Student Evaluations in alphabetical order with Roxy. like for 80 minutes.&lt;br /&gt;for the first forty minutes of eng, i did Sudoku puzzles and the Crossword. then we nearly finished watching Holes today in English, so very happy about that. In history, we watched Joan of Arc starring LeeLee Something. I don't see the point in going to school anymore. I might as well stay home and watch TV.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, i know i'm always talking about alex, but sometimes he's too weird for me.&lt;br /&gt;the other week he started to collect those Kinder Surprise containers (the ones that they give u the puzzle/toy in), just like in a shoebox under the couch. this is OK perfectly normal for a baby i think, but wait for the next bit. i opened one of the containers today to see the toy inside and get this - an ant crawled out. crawled being the operative word - as in it was still alive. i opened the other containers and they all had an ant inside. just a single ant.&lt;br /&gt;Alex - oh sometimes i derno man. A little bit too Hannibal Lector for me.&lt;br /&gt;but cute hannibal lector i guessss.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have a good weekend guys! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;KATHERINE/&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16679757-113230558304701508?l=starr-revolver.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://starr-revolver.blogspot.com/feeds/113230558304701508/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16679757&amp;postID=113230558304701508' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16679757/posts/default/113230558304701508'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16679757/posts/default/113230558304701508'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://starr-revolver.blogspot.com/2005/11/that-azn-jonathan-makes-me-go-gaga.html' title='That Azn Jonathan makes me go gaga. Happy Birthday Vivian. I will try to get you Tamiflu when I go to Indonesia.'/><author><name>katherine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07880668538234022357</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://i2.tinypic.com/sx0haa.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16679757.post-113212208080585018</id><published>2005-11-15T22:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-16T03:33:20.826-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;yesterday:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;skipped school altogether because of the ACTU strike yesterday. dad went to the protests. mum went shopping @ some factory outlets during the strike.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;today:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;u&gt;Geography:&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/em&gt; assignment about an imaginery trip around the world for 40 days SO boring&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;u&gt;Math:&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/em&gt; listen to Vivian tell me about her magical powers and how scared she was of her own pyschic prowess. (in a non-joking way)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;u&gt;Eng:&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/em&gt; ANNOYED. ANNOYED. had to do some stupid Consumerism poem. i wanted to watch &lt;strong&gt;Holes&lt;/strong&gt;!!! clarice spent whole lesson singing in japanese. yeah, she's filipino. crazy ass stuff there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;u&gt;Lunch:&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/em&gt; disco inferno dancing lessons from vivvols with phyl and Lesloo. taught Lao how to cha cha. hawtstuf.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;u&gt;Comm:&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/em&gt; me and jennYls examined all our physical deformities. i hate my elbow tumours. she was advising me to self-operate. the procedure sounds pretty aiight esp. the part with the fingernails and where you claw the .. yeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;the other day:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alex (brother) figured out how to use the speed-dial on my mobile&lt;br /&gt;i picked up the home phone and the conversation went like this&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Me [K]:&lt;/strong&gt; Hello&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Brother [A]:&lt;/strong&gt; *noisy breathing* (he had the sniffles)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;K:&lt;/strong&gt; Hello?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A:&lt;/strong&gt; HELLO!!!! *GIGGLE GIGGLE GIGGLE*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;K:&lt;/strong&gt; Whose this?  (getting seriously peeved off)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A:&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;ALEX!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;/span&gt; *GIGGLE GIGGLE GIGGLE*&lt;br /&gt;*GIGGLE GIGGLE GIGGLE..*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i didn't know it was my brother. i thought it was some pyscho stalker. then i ran into my mum's room and there Alex was, giggling his socks off.&lt;br /&gt;i tried to bash him up for wasting like all my credit but mother got in the way.&lt;br /&gt;he's such a choo-choo face i swear&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;now:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;watching my brother and mum do Sudoku&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;music:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Never leave your heart alone - butterfly boucher&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;later:&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;piano, doctor, clean, Grey's Anat encore, Kath&amp;amp;Kim etc. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thinking:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;vivian's birthday present. gonna catch a migratory bird for her , so she can get bird flu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;health:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;think i have diabetes like Stacey from the Baby-Sitters Club. been so thirsty lately. can drink 3 glasses of water in 20 minutes and still be thirsty/have headache. sigh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;toenail colour:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;purple.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yer im going to stop this now. getting out of hand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yours until Niagara Falls,&lt;br /&gt;Katherine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS If you're bored, Google&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt; "yours until the kitchen sinks" jar&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Results are mighty interesting.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16679757-113212208080585018?l=starr-revolver.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://starr-revolver.blogspot.com/feeds/113212208080585018/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16679757&amp;postID=113212208080585018' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16679757/posts/default/113212208080585018'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16679757/posts/default/113212208080585018'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://starr-revolver.blogspot.com/2005/11/yesterday-skipped-school-altogether.html' title=''/><author><name>katherine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07880668538234022357</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://i2.tinypic.com/sx0haa.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16679757.post-113200996970479954</id><published>2005-11-14T15:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-14T18:45:20.283-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Nine Million Bicycles in Beijing.</title><content type='html'>Eeeeekkk. Goodluck Wendi @ PAL tomorrow! We'll be thinking of ya!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Peer Support this week was TRES great. I had so much fun. Way better than I expected. It was like a big fat giggle-fest. We had Mr. Newton for most of the two days and he was pretty cool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday was my cousin KenSta's 5th birthday party. The drive there took like only about a thousand years. We had to follow my uncle and he took the long way up to Carlingford, going at about 20km/h to make sure my mum was RIGHT on his tail at all times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we got there, we had to wait a little for all the babies to wake up from their afternoon naps (they all sleep at the same time, so weird - except for my cousin Nathan, who, even though he's the youngest, doesn't sleep at all because he's like on a high or something 24/7)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My uncle was such a dweebface lol. Phyllis was trying to corner him, asking for his MO, since he's a doctor, on her pinky which was like practically falling off her hand and he was just like "Eh, get lost mate."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then everyone jumped into the pool and it was like FAR OUT, the water was at sub-zero temperatures. Me/phyllis/vivienne towed the babies around on the boogie boards for 3 hours, mostly because we couldn't do much else haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was kinda gross swimming with six babies though. They were eating in the pool, so you'd be swimming right, and then surface for air and then realise you'd swallowed a piece of watermelon that was floating around in the pool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yer, ALEX actually got in the water. He went in with all his cargo army pants though cos he didn't want to change. He was the only baby that didn't turn purple, even though he was nearly fully submerged in the water. I'm SO proud of him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The mandatory Spiderman black forest cake from some Asian cake store followed along with the 3 rolls of photos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vivienne took us all birdwatching. I thought we wouldn't be able to see anything but damn, there are were so many birds! Crimson Rosellas (sp?), kookaburras, butcher birds (?), cockatoos. oh and there were abt 20 rainbow lorikeets, which i thought were parrots (how embarassing).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this was all in her front yard - phwoar i know. we feed em seeds and chucked a whole apple at them lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ALEX IN THE WATER!!! (with me and vivienne)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://ourworld.cs.com/leafypirate/132_3293.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://ourworld.cs.com/leafypirate/132_3293.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;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And another one of my PhotoShop creations:&lt;br /&gt;Clockwise from left: Kenny, birds, Jayden, Eliza, Nathan and Isabelle&lt;br /&gt;Oh and that's my uncle with the beer. tehhe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/984/1590/1600/Kenn%20montage.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/984/1590/400/Kenn%20montage.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;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;Happy birthday Kenny!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;KATHERINE.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16679757-113200996970479954?l=starr-revolver.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://starr-revolver.blogspot.com/feeds/113200996970479954/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16679757&amp;postID=113200996970479954' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16679757/posts/default/113200996970479954'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16679757/posts/default/113200996970479954'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://starr-revolver.blogspot.com/2005/11/nine-million-bicycles-in-beijing.html' title='Nine Million Bicycles in Beijing.'/><author><name>katherine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07880668538234022357</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://i2.tinypic.com/sx0haa.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16679757.post-113170869883634640</id><published>2005-11-11T03:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-11T04:37:03.436-08:00</updated><title type='text'>What did I do, what did I say to turn your angel eyes my way?</title><content type='html'>My dearest Wendi,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's only partially sunken in that I'm never going to see you against the buildings of Sefton HS again. How weird is that? I never imagined high school would be so full of bumps and hiccups, but it is. It's a real like &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;journey.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, getting to my point: My eardrums ache because I miss you already - you've stolen a piece of my heart and you're not coming back!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Damn girl. I know that nothing's forever, but goodbye wasn't supposed to be now. "Like troiiii", if ya know what I'm saying. But I love you a million galaxies and more and I fully support your decision. You're going onto bigger and better things and that's absolutely brilliant.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I only just got to know you this year and our time together has ended so abruptly. *SOB*&lt;br /&gt;Nah, but seriously, you're the bomb mate. You keep me grounded and you never ever judge me on superficial grounds and I love you for that. I could vomit and fart all over you and you'd just be like "Bruh, that was unreal."&lt;br /&gt;I feel like I've known you since before dinosaurs roamed the earth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We're such losers (sorry to break it to ya), but I wouldn't trade this friendship for anything in the world, because you make me feel so COOL, even though I know I'm not really. If I don't talk to you for more than a few days, I feel a little empty, because I physcially need to dump all the nonsense in my life on you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I s2 our conversations because you don't just wait for your turn to talk, you actually listen. Or on the other end of the spectrum, you're also one of the few people in my life I feel comfortable with just in silence.&lt;br /&gt;I trust you with so much shit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's a pretty big chance that we'll drift and we won't mesh if we meet again in the future. We won't always be like this. This as in what we are now, how we think, feel and what we know about certain subjects. Values and crap. We're going to change. Definately. And how we're going to change? In an indefinate amount of ways. But that's OK with me, because I have so many great memories of you that it won't even matter. I'll always remember you as the girl that made high school worthwhile. You made me laugh and cry and feel. You were the one that encouraged me to try for more and raised my ambitions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll never forget ya. You're so damn wonderful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wanna know what I reckon?&lt;br /&gt;You're worth more than an un-effing-believable amount of money.&lt;br /&gt;More than if you were made of pink diamonds.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And this I'm only going to say only once. We never speak of this again after you've read this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think you're a really beautiful girl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Katherine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***********************************************************************&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/984/1590/1600/wendles%20and%20me.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/984/1590/320/wendles%20and%20me.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;Your side view!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/984/1590/1600/Me%20and%20wendles.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/984/1590/320/Me%20and%20wendles.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;Classic W&amp;K.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/984/1590/1600/poook.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/984/1590/320/poook.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;Remember this guy? Like some random stranger from NO WHERE that you HAD to have a photo with because he looked like ya brother!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/984/1590/1600/CIMG2722.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/984/1590/320/CIMG2722.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;I don't mean to be vain, but isn't this shot glamourous!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/984/1590/1600/Mural.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/984/1590/400/Mural.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Saved the best for last. I photoshopped this one myself. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I LOVE YOU WENDI!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16679757-113170869883634640?l=starr-revolver.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://starr-revolver.blogspot.com/feeds/113170869883634640/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16679757&amp;postID=113170869883634640' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16679757/posts/default/113170869883634640'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16679757/posts/default/113170869883634640'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://starr-revolver.blogspot.com/2005/11/what-did-i-do-what-did-i-say-to-turn.html' title='What did I do, what did I say to turn your angel eyes my way?'/><author><name>katherine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07880668538234022357</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://i2.tinypic.com/sx0haa.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16679757.post-113134650350132767</id><published>2005-11-06T22:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-06T22:55:03.520-08:00</updated><title type='text'>John Lurie All Mixed Up. School Certificate.</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Yeah well, English was a pain in the ass, and Science was just totally irrelevant to everything I've learnt in the past two years.&lt;br /&gt;But you know, s'all good.&lt;br /&gt;Tmr I'm only freaked about history and geography. Mainly because I haven't studied much, but you know, whatever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night, I watched this really moving thing about stateless vietnamese refugess who have been stuck in Manila for the past 30 years because the United Nations said to the world that the Vietnamese were no longer recognised as political reguees JUST AS these people fled from Vietnam.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;They have no legal rights and they drink water with mercury in it and blah blah and it really upset me because I'm so lucky and I have everything.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm going to DO SOMETHING with my life. I have PRIVILILEGES. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Am I going to be a loser and WASTE THESE PRIVILEGES?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;HELL NO!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;Yeah so i'm going to go study.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16679757-113134650350132767?l=starr-revolver.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://starr-revolver.blogspot.com/feeds/113134650350132767/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16679757&amp;postID=113134650350132767' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16679757/posts/default/113134650350132767'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16679757/posts/default/113134650350132767'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://starr-revolver.blogspot.com/2005/11/john-lurie-all-mixed-up-school.html' title='John Lurie All Mixed Up. School Certificate.'/><author><name>katherine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07880668538234022357</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://i2.tinypic.com/sx0haa.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16679757.post-113125197991174811</id><published>2005-11-05T20:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-06T21:13:09.220-08:00</updated><title type='text'>BENICIO DEL TORO!!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://images.amazon.com/images/P/0767806824.01.LZZZZZZZ.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://images.amazon.com/images/P/0767806824.01.LZZZZZZZ.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Excess Baggage&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;is OFFICIALLY&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;THE BEST MOVIE EVER MADE&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So corny, but i love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS I'm revoking my ice-cream thing. I owe too many ice-creams already. ARGH&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16679757-113125197991174811?l=starr-revolver.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://starr-revolver.blogspot.com/feeds/113125197991174811/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16679757&amp;postID=113125197991174811' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16679757/posts/default/113125197991174811'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16679757/posts/default/113125197991174811'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://starr-revolver.blogspot.com/2005/11/benicio-del-toro.html' title='BENICIO DEL TORO!!!!!'/><author><name>katherine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07880668538234022357</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://i2.tinypic.com/sx0haa.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16679757.post-113125067681130415</id><published>2005-11-05T20:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-05T20:17:56.823-08:00</updated><title type='text'>May I have this dance?</title><content type='html'>OH YEAH!!! &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;VIVVLES IS GOING TO THE FORMAL!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YEAH baby, me you = DANCE THE NIGHT AWAY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And &lt;strong&gt;Sailor Wendles&lt;/strong&gt;! sweetnesssssss.&lt;br /&gt;and &lt;strong&gt;trammy wammy&lt;/strong&gt; toooo!!! (&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;i thought Nhi's email address was urs i swear. i don't want to eat chocolate mousse with anyone butchoo&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and not forgetting &lt;strong&gt;KimmBools,&lt;/strong&gt; my divinely handsome date.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;----&lt;br /&gt;the only thing that's ruining my life right now is the &lt;strong&gt;SC&lt;/strong&gt; which i've TOTALLY forgot about the past coupla days. i was planning to study today after school, but phyllis came over after her piano exam with macadamia Weiss ice-cream bars, so naturally, I let her stay. lol we didn't do anything productive for like five hours.&lt;br /&gt;then my mum made me babysit alex again. then some more cousins came over.&lt;br /&gt;i don't have TIME for study anymore&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;school today was pointless, but no surprises there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MUSIC: spent 80 minutes singing this lame-O song that was like&lt;br /&gt;"Oh, I-ma fisherman&lt;br /&gt;Going to sail down this river,&lt;br /&gt;Lalalala, oh that makes me so happy"&lt;br /&gt;IT WEnt on for FIVE PAGES.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ms Frug FORCED me/jane/vivvles to do that song for Music Nite. HOW EMBARASSING!!!!!!! I dun even want to THInk about it. gosh, im going to vomit on the microphone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;science/history can't remember what happened, it was so boring.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;English: Ms Lo Basso is so bombadesque. She let us practice &lt;em&gt;dancing in class&lt;/em&gt; for the formal. wasn't that kind of her?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, tmr im going swimming with my extended family (... i know) and then we're all going to Nathan's birthday BBQ.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yeah. um, ill study at the pool. or something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh yer, someone remind me to bring my school cert reference form thing in on monday. i forgot today. my organisational skills are letting me down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yours until the kitchen sinks,&lt;br /&gt;Katherine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS if anyone sees me online, please do me a HUGE favour and tell me to piss off. and i wont get mad at you. AND i'll buy you an icecream. promise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ciao ciao bellas.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16679757-113125067681130415?l=starr-revolver.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://starr-revolver.blogspot.com/feeds/113125067681130415/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16679757&amp;postID=113125067681130415' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16679757/posts/default/113125067681130415'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16679757/posts/default/113125067681130415'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://starr-revolver.blogspot.com/2005/11/may-i-have-this-dance.html' title='May I have this dance?'/><author><name>katherine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07880668538234022357</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://i2.tinypic.com/sx0haa.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16679757.post-113084479820991169</id><published>2005-11-01T03:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-01T03:33:18.220-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>like my stomach was here right -------------- &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;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;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now u've just made it goall the way down here. *&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and that's on like the scale used when they make models of the solar system.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im a bad person i KNOW and u just constantly remind me of that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sorry.&lt;br /&gt;not talkng to you anymroe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bu t i dont need 2 wallow in someone's disrespect.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you know, feel free tear my heart out and see if there's something wrong with it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;u don't have to put it back once ur done&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;k thanks bye,&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16679757-113084479820991169?l=starr-revolver.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://starr-revolver.blogspot.com/feeds/113084479820991169/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16679757&amp;postID=113084479820991169' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16679757/posts/default/113084479820991169'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16679757/posts/default/113084479820991169'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://starr-revolver.blogspot.com/2005/11/like-my-stomach-was-here-right-now-uve.html' title=''/><author><name>katherine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07880668538234022357</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://i2.tinypic.com/sx0haa.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16679757.post-113059452518227033</id><published>2005-10-29T06:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-29T07:12:55.936-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Saturday nite.</title><content type='html'>my mouth is like bubbly from talking too much - just spent the better part of 3 hours explaining Lord of the Rings to my mum. she gets the gist of now - hopefully.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Daylight saving's gonna put my whole sleeping rhythm all outta whack. But the super early sunrises were starting to piss me off anyway (my bedroom faces whatever direction the sun rises. i can't remember what that is. north? east? west?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today was my first free saturday in aeonssss. i THOUGHT it was kenny's birthday, but that;s next week, so i was like left without anything much to do today.&lt;br /&gt;sorted out my wardrobe and dragged out all my summer stuff which took like SEVEN HOURS i swear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then went to &lt;strike&gt;ba ngoai's&lt;/strike&gt; grandma'sfor bun bo hue. full house - which was grool. all the babies look like mops. they all have the same haircut. but very very cute mops. peter - cousin - came back for his bday from Melbourne on a motorbike. well, i think that's what phyllis said. can't remember very well - she was having a stupid anaphylactic reaction to some peanuts? and she doesn't even HAVE a peanut allergy. dweebface!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i love my uncles. they're so like no-nonsense chillaxed kinda people&lt;br /&gt;they keep asking everyone about their Love Lives.&lt;br /&gt;and then they told phyllis she's full of crap.&lt;br /&gt;cos she is. *-* TEEHEE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my grandparents invited me to a protest in Town Hall on wednesday nite. should i go?? its probably some communism thing again. and i'm not even that patriotic. oh wells, ill just be there for moral support i guess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh and i'm joining an orchestra. isn't that something. i have an audition. i'm a steady C-grade pianist, so i think i should be worried. but worry later. saturday nites too good to waste.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;next week's nay-nay's 1st so in case i forget,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY NATHAN!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;until the next my lovelies.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16679757-113059452518227033?l=starr-revolver.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://starr-revolver.blogspot.com/feeds/113059452518227033/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16679757&amp;postID=113059452518227033' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16679757/posts/default/113059452518227033'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16679757/posts/default/113059452518227033'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://starr-revolver.blogspot.com/2005/10/saturday-nite.html' title='Saturday nite.'/><author><name>katherine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07880668538234022357</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://i2.tinypic.com/sx0haa.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16679757.post-112971612243897885</id><published>2005-10-19T03:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-19T03:04:11.806-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Take off your cool. I wanna see you. Don't be so cool.</title><content type='html'>School is so bland now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't think what I'm into right now is very healthy.&lt;br /&gt;In fact, some people might go so far as to call it a borderline obsessive-compulsive disorder.&lt;br /&gt;Je suis Horrible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHO STARTED THIS ANYWAY? JENNLES? WENDLES? VIVVLES? OR WAS IT YOU KIMBLES?&lt;br /&gt;I can't sleep. I can't eat. I can't talk to anyone.&lt;em&gt; I can't do anything except think about what's waiting for me on the 'Net. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Glug glug glug glug.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Feeling gluggy atm (can you tell?). Lost track of time and ate soo many Starburst lollies 2day.&lt;br /&gt;So tired, my eyes are falling out of my head.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;Question: &lt;em&gt;Am I a bad sister&lt;/em&gt;?&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was put in charge of Alex this arvo.&lt;br /&gt;He was so bored, he literally fell asleep on the floor. He's still asleep now.&lt;br /&gt;Honestly. I thought I was exciting. What a bubble burst.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gotta split,&lt;br /&gt;K xx&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. CLARICE: HOPE UR SISTER BROKE HER LEG TONITE!! sorry again i couldn't make it!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16679757-112971612243897885?l=starr-revolver.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://starr-revolver.blogspot.com/feeds/112971612243897885/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16679757&amp;postID=112971612243897885' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16679757/posts/default/112971612243897885'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16679757/posts/default/112971612243897885'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://starr-revolver.blogspot.com/2005/10/take-off-your-cool-i-wanna-see-you.html' title='Take off your cool. I wanna see you. Don&apos;t be so cool.'/><author><name>katherine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07880668538234022357</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://i2.tinypic.com/sx0haa.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16679757.post-112943599889330531</id><published>2005-10-15T21:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-15T21:13:18.893-07:00</updated><title type='text'>WHERES VIVIAN</title><content type='html'>last blog was phyllis. serious ploser.&lt;br /&gt;Never asking her to blog again. Nong.&lt;br /&gt;All she does is eat potato waffles and do sudoku. that girl has some issues. like u gotta BALANCE  ur life you know? likee myself here./perfectly balanced healthy lifestyle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YUMMoLicious, i found a bar of fruit and nut cadbury chocolate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TTYLS. be jealousss agian.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S Farewell ANNA, have a safe trip, have bucketloads of fun, don't forget to bring home jackfruit chips from vietnam/&lt;br /&gt;be safe y'all/&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16679757-112943599889330531?l=starr-revolver.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://starr-revolver.blogspot.com/feeds/112943599889330531/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16679757&amp;postID=112943599889330531' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16679757/posts/default/112943599889330531'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16679757/posts/default/112943599889330531'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://starr-revolver.blogspot.com/2005/10/wheres-vivian.html' title='WHERES VIVIAN'/><author><name>katherine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07880668538234022357</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://i2.tinypic.com/sx0haa.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16679757.post-112943559289890703</id><published>2005-10-15T21:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-15T21:06:32.906-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Potato WAFFLES</title><content type='html'>yum.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Katherine is such a whiney piney poo poo cat herring killer whale "kute"zy wootzy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LIKE zOMG. What a ho bo.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16679757-112943559289890703?l=starr-revolver.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://starr-revolver.blogspot.com/feeds/112943559289890703/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16679757&amp;postID=112943559289890703' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16679757/posts/default/112943559289890703'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16679757/posts/default/112943559289890703'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://starr-revolver.blogspot.com/2005/10/potato-waffles.html' title='Potato WAFFLES'/><author><name>katherine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07880668538234022357</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://i2.tinypic.com/sx0haa.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16679757.post-112943510501447015</id><published>2005-10-15T20:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-15T20:58:25.023-07:00</updated><title type='text'>There's something about you girl, the way you turn it on. YEAH YEAH YEAH.</title><content type='html'>Remember how yesterday me/vivvles/sam were supposed 2 work on our music assignment? Well, I don't know what happened, but we didn't get anything done. And I stayed there from like 3-8pm.&lt;br /&gt;All we did all day was experiment on the laptop and sign up for online VIP clubs. Sighsies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So that's why I'm here at chez Phyllis. &lt;em&gt;Again.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Waiting for the ever-so-punctual Vivian&lt;em&gt;. Again.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm so bored. Phyllis isn't talking to me. She's doing the Sudoku and Must Not Be Disturbed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This morning Alex and my dad went to Jo's house for yumcha and &lt;em&gt;they didn't take me&lt;/em&gt;. So I had to have bread for lunch. Not that I have anything against bread. As Mr. Armitage says, J'adore my carbs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;New all-time-favourite song: GO TO THIS SITE. it mite take a while to load, but totally worth it, trust me.&lt;br /&gt;I can so tell its going to be the next NUMBER ONE song on INTERNATIONAL CHARTS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there's nothing like raw, pure talent, im telling you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's the &lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;em&gt;linkage:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.portmans.com.au/Images/in_the_media/portmans90secs.mp3"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;http://www.portmans.com.au/Images/in_the_media/portmans90secs.mp3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;( i know its just the portman's ad song, but its soo catchy ketchup u know?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's a picture of Phyllis' hair. isn't it pretty? Guess who did it? I did. JEALOUS.&lt;br /&gt;By the way, dont tell me it looks like slugs on her head, because it doesn't.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/984/1590/320/sams%20hair.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;And here's a picture of my new fav character from grey's ( the redhead) &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 206px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 124px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="176" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/984/1590/200/ep109_05_360x240.jpg" width="282" border="0" /&gt;WHERES VIVIAN&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;DYING OF BOREDOM HERE&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16679757-112943510501447015?l=starr-revolver.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://starr-revolver.blogspot.com/feeds/112943510501447015/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16679757&amp;postID=112943510501447015' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16679757/posts/default/112943510501447015'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16679757/posts/default/112943510501447015'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://starr-revolver.blogspot.com/2005/10/theres-something-about-you-girl-way.html' title='There&apos;s something about you girl, the way you turn it on. YEAH YEAH YEAH.'/><author><name>katherine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07880668538234022357</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://i2.tinypic.com/sx0haa.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16679757.post-112934660776782406</id><published>2005-10-14T20:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-14T21:56:40.176-07:00</updated><title type='text'>CONGRATULATIONS HANNA</title><content type='html'>&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yesterday I came home at around 5ish and slept until 7 this morning = 15 hours non stop REM sleep.bit unusual, considering in the &lt;u&gt;past week&lt;/u&gt; i've slept about 15h in total. but that just goes to show how utterly &lt;strong&gt;pooped&lt;/strong&gt; i was!&lt;br /&gt;But im not groggy or anything, i'm feeling fineee,&lt;em&gt; as fresh as a daisy.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;exams are over and its all smooth sailing into yr 11 from here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this past week i've been like on the brink of insanity from the stress. seriously, it was like soo depressing. i was like talking to myself ALL week. so bonkers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;' I'm such a poser. I'm such a loser.&lt;br /&gt;Ploser. Hahahahahahahahahahahahahahahha. hahahahaah&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;ploser. haha.&lt;br /&gt;GAHAHAH!! '&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;thankfully, ive learnt my lesson so we won't have to ever witness that slide into depression again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this morning i went out into the backyard and it was like TOTALLY changed. my grandma fixed up our vegetable patch, so that we actually have vegetables in the garden now. my mum, whose thumb is totally not green, destroyed the rest of the yard by pouring brown vinegar all over the grass. she read it in Reader's Digest that you do that to kill weeds except she forgot to dilute the vinegar, so the grass is disgusting now. funny mummy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OH, NEWS: Hanna (my aunt) is possibly transferring from &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;England &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;to &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;New York&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;How cool is THAT!&lt;br /&gt;NEW YORK. WALL STREET. &lt;strong&gt;The city that never sleeps.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;teehee, she's only 12yrs older than me and she's seen the whole world. HOPEFULLY, my life will turn out half as exciting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OK, gotta scoot, gonna get some lunch before going phyllis'/vivvles house (again) to do our music composition. i don't reckon my contributions to our song are being very much appreciated. '&lt;em&gt;katherine's&lt;/em&gt; &lt;em&gt;chorus sounds like mary had a little lamb'&lt;/em&gt;. hello! AS IF!!! you guys couldn't tell the difference between musical genius and a gumdrop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;s2 Cat Herring.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16679757-112934660776782406?l=starr-revolver.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://starr-revolver.blogspot.com/feeds/112934660776782406/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16679757&amp;postID=112934660776782406' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16679757/posts/default/112934660776782406'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16679757/posts/default/112934660776782406'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://starr-revolver.blogspot.com/2005/10/congratulations-hanna.html' title='CONGRATULATIONS HANNA'/><author><name>katherine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07880668538234022357</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://i2.tinypic.com/sx0haa.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16679757.post-112910035767089207</id><published>2005-10-11T23:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-11T23:59:17.676-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm holding out for a hero. He's gotta be strong and he's gotta be fast and he's gotta be fresh from the fight.</title><content type='html'>I zink I is experiencing some BRAIN DRAIN and LACK OF MOTIVATION HERE.&lt;br /&gt;tis 5.00pm and i have two major exams tmr, which i haven't studied for.&lt;br /&gt;yet here i am. sitting on my ass doing Nuttin'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I may have kind of seriously did Not Good in my English essays. Or writing tasks, I should say, since they weren't really essays.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This morning, before the gruelling 2 hour exam, I found out Wendi studied for her exams by remember BIG WORDS (cough weirdo) to get marks in the area of vocabularistic flair.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So in the exam, I tried to cram as many zillion-syllable words in as I could into every piece of writing. I'm such an idiot. I don't know that many zillion-syllable words so I just used words that I'm not sure were even words.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I couldn't even use two-syllable words properly.&lt;br /&gt;I used the word '&lt;em&gt;tenure'&lt;/em&gt; to mean integrity.&lt;br /&gt;After the exam, I realised tenure means &lt;strong&gt;ownership of land&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, I just realised vocabularistic isn't a word.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Am I like forgetting how to talk english? I mean, speak english?&lt;br /&gt;Like I can barely speak/talk in Vietnamese and now my ENGLISH'S going downhill.&lt;br /&gt;How am I supposed to communicate to people?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good thing it's Maths tmr eh.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16679757-112910035767089207?l=starr-revolver.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://starr-revolver.blogspot.com/feeds/112910035767089207/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16679757&amp;postID=112910035767089207' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16679757/posts/default/112910035767089207'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16679757/posts/default/112910035767089207'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://starr-revolver.blogspot.com/2005/10/im-holding-out-for-hero-hes-gotta-be.html' title='I&apos;m holding out for a hero. He&apos;s gotta be strong and he&apos;s gotta be fast and he&apos;s gotta be fresh from the fight.'/><author><name>katherine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07880668538234022357</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://i2.tinypic.com/sx0haa.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16679757.post-112901427663834212</id><published>2005-10-11T00:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-11T00:04:36.646-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Disappointed in myself.&lt;br /&gt;I'm a big big big big screw-up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm so freaked about the exams that my eye is twitching full time now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, well ttyl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;going to go kill myself now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16679757-112901427663834212?l=starr-revolver.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://starr-revolver.blogspot.com/feeds/112901427663834212/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16679757&amp;postID=112901427663834212' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16679757/posts/default/112901427663834212'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16679757/posts/default/112901427663834212'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://starr-revolver.blogspot.com/2005/10/disappointed-in-myself.html' title=''/><author><name>katherine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07880668538234022357</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://i2.tinypic.com/sx0haa.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16679757.post-112869217977202039</id><published>2005-10-07T06:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-07T06:36:19.780-07:00</updated><title type='text'>In a tall, lanky sort of way.</title><content type='html'>Tra la~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not dead. I'm bruised and bleeding but, i'm still in one piece. Like hehe hawhaw.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anywoots, the walk fr Hornby&gt;Mt Kuringai was great. big learning curve, taught me a lot about myself etc etc so on and so forth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nah seriously, it was good. but so &lt;em&gt;HOT&lt;/em&gt;! i was hoping it would rain, but no such luck. the first day was 16km before heading 2 Crosslands. the guys got a fire going and chucked a can of spaghetti in RIGHT in the fire. so obviously, they couldn't get it out once the flames got bigger. so they just left it there.&lt;br /&gt;when they couldn't find anymore firewood, they trudged off into the woods and came back with a &lt;strong&gt;treeee&lt;/strong&gt;. LOl, and not just any shrub either, but an actual TREE with BRANCHES and LEAVES and stuff.&lt;br /&gt;5 people had to carry it or something. crazy people hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i slept like a baby that nite, except Vivien kept humming!! it woulda been ok, maybe even soothing, if what she was humming was actually a song. but no, it was just my RINGTONE.&lt;br /&gt;today we walked about 6km? the last uphill part was such a killer. Catherine and I literally had 2 drag ourselves up with the sticks. but we made it FINALLY, and actually got there in good time. at home, i was so pooped that i passed out for 4 hrs. zoot alorzeys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i thought i lost my phone today at the park while waiting for mum. turned out my grandpa had it..&lt;br /&gt;drama drama drama.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;studying's not really going where I want it to. today i watched: Bridget Jones: edge of reason, Guess Who and a little bit of Open Water and Saw before they started to get a bit too scary for my liking. so not good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;salada.&lt;br /&gt;Kat&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16679757-112869217977202039?l=starr-revolver.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://starr-revolver.blogspot.com/feeds/112869217977202039/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16679757&amp;postID=112869217977202039' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16679757/posts/default/112869217977202039'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16679757/posts/default/112869217977202039'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://starr-revolver.blogspot.com/2005/10/in-tall-lanky-sort-of-way.html' title='In a tall, lanky sort of way.'/><author><name>katherine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07880668538234022357</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://i2.tinypic.com/sx0haa.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16679757.post-112831877406421023</id><published>2005-10-02T22:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-02T22:52:54.066-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I've been teaching Alex sooo much English. he can (&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;almost)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; have a proper conversation with people. which great because we've only been working on it for about a week. Fully Assimilated Bruh!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;except now he's all smart-arsey.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when he tries to, say, suffocate one of our little cousins, and I try to be responsible/mature and do my duty as his &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Role Model&lt;/span&gt;, so subsequently reprimand him, he goes, "Accident, Kat, accident," with a big drooling toothy smile&lt;br /&gt;hahah, yeah then i just crack up, so i've lost all credibility as an Authority Figure and Someone To Be Feared with him now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think having Kenny, our cousin, around is undoing all my handiwork. Kensta keeps telling everyone to shut up ( i know, R U D E) and this rubs off Alex.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mum's trying to get Alex to say &lt;em&gt;Stop Please&lt;/em&gt;, instead of shut up, because i think she read somewhere that it ain't good to forbid babies to say stuff, otherwise, they'll just say it even more.&lt;br /&gt;but saying S&lt;em&gt;top Please&lt;/em&gt; may even be just as rude as saying shutup.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i was talking to my aunt the other day, alex just went "&lt;em&gt;Puh-LEEZ&lt;/em&gt;. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;S T O P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. "&lt;br /&gt;Tuh. And i wasn't even talking to him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;valleygirl.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think i need to get some friends man. teehee&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But after the exams. as kimberly so eloquently puts it ... &lt;strong&gt;CRY.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i decided not to use the computer this year to study which was like the biggest mistake of my life. i think i have a muscle tear in my arm, my notes are dripping with liquid paper and my room looks like a tornado's been through it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;g2g watch some chinese series. so sick of meiosis/mitosis and all that crap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mm, loving the weather atm. hot, but not humid. beach bbq planned for today but i woke up too late. stupid circadian rhythm. jadore the smell of water on hot concrete.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok buh-bye now!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16679757-112831877406421023?l=starr-revolver.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://starr-revolver.blogspot.com/feeds/112831877406421023/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16679757&amp;postID=112831877406421023' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16679757/posts/default/112831877406421023'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16679757/posts/default/112831877406421023'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://starr-revolver.blogspot.com/2005/10/ive-been-teaching-alex-sooo-much.html' title=''/><author><name>katherine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07880668538234022357</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://i2.tinypic.com/sx0haa.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16679757.post-112788274329890975</id><published>2005-09-27T21:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-27T21:45:43.306-07:00</updated><title type='text'>sorry about the Pyscho babble (what patent are u talking about beetle?)</title><content type='html'>my hair is too long. it really is like a curtain now. need 2 cut.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im in love with TxTuriZed hair. the only question is curly wurly ringlets OR wavy tresses?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Would it be like totally weird if I came back to school with a permed bob?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'M so sick of this.&lt;br /&gt;study study studyinggggg. not that i've actually been studying. just the thought of it is like stressing me out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i sorted out some old notes for geography and filed them. (organisation is the key to success). do you know how thick the folder is??  4 inches!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like. I can't remebmer 4 inches worth of crap on biodiversity and droughts!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you know i've been online nearly every day since saturday. that's really bad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PACT: not going online under ANY circumstances until monday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, so since i know i'm not going to update this blog until at least after then, here's this week's outlook in regards to studying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TODAY - Wed&lt;br /&gt;was supposed to finish PE and MUSIC, but haven't started. (its 2.30 rite now like omgee)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;guess ill just aim to finish one set today.&lt;br /&gt;oh yeah, and  iened 2 finish the probability exercises + do some math things&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THURSDAY&lt;br /&gt;chez phyllis/vivian for music composition task&lt;br /&gt;Music&lt;br /&gt;Commerce&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FRID'EE' (gay vivian, gay)&lt;br /&gt;Geography&lt;br /&gt;Science&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SATURD'EE'&lt;br /&gt;History&lt;br /&gt;Science&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Am i being to ambitious?? but i don't know how I'll fit it all in otherwise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm wearing contacts right now. i need 2 use up my dailys. they're making my eyelids go into overdrive with the blinking tho.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;hey isn't hilary duff on oprah 2day or something??&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;screw the studying.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*blink*&lt;br /&gt;*blink*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;KATSSssSSSssSSsSSSssS&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16679757-112788274329890975?l=starr-revolver.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://starr-revolver.blogspot.com/feeds/112788274329890975/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16679757&amp;postID=112788274329890975' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16679757/posts/default/112788274329890975'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16679757/posts/default/112788274329890975'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://starr-revolver.blogspot.com/2005/09/sorry-about-pyscho-babble-what-patent.html' title='sorry about the Pyscho babble (what patent are u talking about beetle?)'/><author><name>katherine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07880668538234022357</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://i2.tinypic.com/sx0haa.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16679757.post-112738795445566257</id><published>2005-09-22T04:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-22T04:19:14.460-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Floozies 4eva: the Trampions strike again.</title><content type='html'>It turns out we did win the City Treasure Hunt after all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;UH HUH. OH YEAH. &lt;strong&gt;I STILL GOT IT BABY!!!!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This just proves it once and for all. I'm good luck!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We totally thrashed all the other teams. Oh, and did I mention there were &lt;em&gt;105 OTHER TEAMS?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sewially AWESOME!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(vivian clarice... jealous??)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, after school 2day had another family get together @ grams.&lt;br /&gt;Grandpa came back from his trip to visit all of our extended family scattered around the globe and was suffering from major jetlag, so we didn't do anything except eat really quietly so he could sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When he woke up, he handed out stuff haha. MmMm, Hanna sent us over a box of Belgium chocolates. Yummolicious!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I did all the usual stuff. French braided and herringboned Phyllis' hair. Updated our family diary. Practiced some Cardiopulmonary Resuscitation on her. Teehee. Didn't we have a fun time &lt;strong&gt;cuz&lt;/strong&gt;?? (sorry again about the whole "spit on the foot" thing)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went home where I got a phone call from (you'll never guess) .. phyllis. SAYING WE HAD WON THE BREAST CANCER THING! Apparently, when Joanne and Vivien went back to Hyde Park on the day to hear the announcement of the winners, all the people had left lol. So we just assumed we didn't win. But we did! we did!&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, I was so happy that I actually went and practiced piano. I'm kinda getting the hang of some of my pieces now. That's really good - considering I've spent a year practicing them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm really excited about the holidays. going to be my best yet. heaps planned. so i'm not going to be on Blogger for a while. Visions of great things BESIDES the internet. but ughhh u know what mum's got on the agenda for the first couple days of SPRING VAC? i've got appointments to get all my booster shots, tetanus and the like. *shudder*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I'll be back soon. It's not a total hiatus (is that what you call it?). May update now and then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To conclude, i'm going to quote jennles: one more day til the weekend!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Til' we meet again,&lt;br /&gt;KAT&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;MR BIG STUFF, WHO DO YOU THINK YOU ARE?&lt;br /&gt;MR BIG STUFF&lt;br /&gt;YOU NEVA GONNA GET MY LURVVVEEE&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, i think those are the words. can't exactly remember.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and Emily, if ur reading this, aloha my ass! i so know you have my pink band.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. Have a GREAT holiday everyone!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16679757-112738795445566257?l=starr-revolver.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://starr-revolver.blogspot.com/feeds/112738795445566257/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16679757&amp;postID=112738795445566257' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16679757/posts/default/112738795445566257'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16679757/posts/default/112738795445566257'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://starr-revolver.blogspot.com/2005/09/floozies-4eva-trampions-strike-again.html' title='Floozies 4eva: the Trampions strike again.'/><author><name>katherine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07880668538234022357</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://i2.tinypic.com/sx0haa.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16679757.post-112721557015274795</id><published>2005-09-18T04:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-20T04:26:10.153-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>My calves hurt. *Owie.* (hehe say it with me sem)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday: City Treasure Hunt. NBCF breast cancer research. Great fun. Walked heaps. Didn't win (so weird aye?). I think it's because most teams didn't stop for a lunch break at a quasi-fancy place. IT'S the experience that counts anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shopping after. but like I could buy anything with my 10$.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Home.&lt;br /&gt;Eat. Food.&lt;br /&gt;9.30 sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now; hungry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tutor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;babysitting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HOMEWORK&lt;br /&gt;eng essay, science report, maths yearlies, music chords, history catchup&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me; groan.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16679757-112721557015274795?l=starr-revolver.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://starr-revolver.blogspot.com/feeds/112721557015274795/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16679757&amp;postID=112721557015274795' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16679757/posts/default/112721557015274795'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16679757/posts/default/112721557015274795'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://starr-revolver.blogspot.com/2005/09/my-calves-hurt.html' title=''/><author><name>katherine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07880668538234022357</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://i2.tinypic.com/sx0haa.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
