<?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-3861412252693849465</id><updated>2012-02-18T04:19:41.480-08:00</updated><category term='pedobear clouds sleepy'/><category term='peony nat bored HTML coding blahh'/><title type='text'>nat★</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://toffee-nat.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3861412252693849465/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toffee-nat.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3861412252693849465/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>★supernat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01431410139191202067</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HEqUMk1JXMU/Sm0EYLu6TAI/AAAAAAAAAA0/AV7X5nQZ-xk/S220/CIMG1573.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>191</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3861412252693849465.post-8141508377496557910</id><published>2012-02-18T04:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-02-18T04:19:41.530-08:00</updated><title type='text'>lololol.</title><content type='html'>kinda shitty week. lots of work. weird moodiness cause of my period (which finally came LOL.). terry lee test looming. and some other shit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but its okay! terry lee test is over, its the weekend, and everythings great!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lol not really i kinda fucked up the test but oh well. aishhh anyway what happened? not muchh. OH COTTON ON SHIT I ORDERED.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'll do a big post on that as soon as my second order comes in heheheheheeh &lt;3 lub my heels so much, youre my new babies &lt;3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3861412252693849465-8141508377496557910?l=toffee-nat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://toffee-nat.blogspot.com/feeds/8141508377496557910/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://toffee-nat.blogspot.com/2012/02/lololol.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3861412252693849465/posts/default/8141508377496557910'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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youre not gonna work just cause i dont have windows 7. who the fuck has windows 7.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;make me spend more than an hour of my precious time trying to work out how to connect you i hate you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;never buying a windows phone or lg phone ever. again.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3861412252693849465-4504444539564054627?l=toffee-nat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://toffee-nat.blogspot.com/feeds/4504444539564054627/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://toffee-nat.blogspot.com/2012/02/fuck-you.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3861412252693849465/posts/default/4504444539564054627'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3861412252693849465/posts/default/4504444539564054627'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toffee-nat.blogspot.com/2012/02/fuck-you.html' title='fuck you.'/><author><name>★supernat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01431410139191202067</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HEqUMk1JXMU/Sm0EYLu6TAI/AAAAAAAAAA0/AV7X5nQZ-xk/S220/CIMG1573.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3861412252693849465.post-1487699577946193505</id><published>2012-02-15T00:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-02-15T00:22:39.919-08:00</updated><title type='text'>oh shit.</title><content type='html'>yeah. just a few days after i place my cotton on order and now the wedges and boots i wanted are on sale.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;fml.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if i cant find them in the store at the same price, then im just gonna ask my cousin to get it for me cause otherwise my mums gonna be all like 'WHY YOU BUY SO MANY SHOES YOU DONT HAVE THAT MANY FEET'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yeah. first world problems.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3861412252693849465-1487699577946193505?l=toffee-nat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://toffee-nat.blogspot.com/feeds/1487699577946193505/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://toffee-nat.blogspot.com/2012/02/oh-shit.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3861412252693849465/posts/default/1487699577946193505'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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/&gt;whooaaaaa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and before i  was the one who couldnt live without it :L&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh well i dont really need to, it doesnt get that tangled anyway :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3861412252693849465-7779782980254146988?l=toffee-nat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://toffee-nat.blogspot.com/feeds/7779782980254146988/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://toffee-nat.blogspot.com/2012/02/whooaaa.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3861412252693849465/posts/default/7779782980254146988'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3861412252693849465/posts/default/7779782980254146988'/><link rel='alternate' 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be my burning valentine this year &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(omg what is with me with chilli now, my rice is literally red o____o)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3861412252693849465-7766098907618625540?l=toffee-nat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://toffee-nat.blogspot.com/feeds/7766098907618625540/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://toffee-nat.blogspot.com/2012/02/i-love-you-sriracha.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3861412252693849465/posts/default/7766098907618625540'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3861412252693849465/posts/default/7766098907618625540'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' 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work (last exercise)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- read through legal shit at grandmas&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- go shopping (lolwhat)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and if i even get through all that:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- finish legal&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- do terry lee&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;..yeah i dunno about that :( oh well. it's almost midnighttttt. i guess i'll log off in a bit&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3861412252693849465-4288990935818018875?l=toffee-nat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://toffee-nat.blogspot.com/feeds/4288990935818018875/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://toffee-nat.blogspot.com/2012/02/click-clack-away.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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fucking forever to reply on msn. like over 10 minutes. and all they respond is something stupid like 'lol' or 'hahahahaha k'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NO OMG TALK GEEZUS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so i make a note in my head to take longer to respond. its only fair right? but i end up responding anyway, im not gonna sit here and count down til i think its fair.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOL OMG ME AND MY STUPID PROBLEMS I HAVE SO MANY LITTLE PET PEEVES LIKE THAT HAHAHHAA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay whatever, finished my shit load of math work :) i cbf doing tutor or chem tonight so whatever. i'll do it tomorrow haha. no tutor tomorrow anyway since he switched it for sunday woohoo. just this week though haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yay free period tomorrow (lol no one cares 40 extra minutes of freedom mean shit)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3861412252693849465-3020523207296114466?l=toffee-nat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://toffee-nat.blogspot.com/feeds/3020523207296114466/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://toffee-nat.blogspot.com/2012/02/hate-it-hate-it-hate-it.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3861412252693849465/posts/default/3020523207296114466'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3861412252693849465/posts/default/3020523207296114466'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toffee-nat.blogspot.com/2012/02/hate-it-hate-it-hate-it.html' title='hate it hate it hate it.'/><author><name>★supernat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01431410139191202067</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HEqUMk1JXMU/Sm0EYLu6TAI/AAAAAAAAAA0/AV7X5nQZ-xk/S220/CIMG1573.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3861412252693849465.post-3318537502501198041</id><published>2012-02-05T23:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-02-06T00:00:44.398-08:00</updated><title type='text'>lalalahhhdunno.</title><content type='html'>aieeee so bored. i was so close to finishing my math work for today in class but noooo :/ i only had half a problem left too! and the bell rang so nothing i can do now. wow i sound like a psycho.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay whatever, one of the rare days that i dont have much hw yay :) so im gonna freaking finish all my other shit so i dont have much hw for the rest of the week. like terry shit. and chem shit (hopefully).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i hate it when i file my nails and cut them down and make them perfectly shaped and shit, and the next day it fucking breaks. like fml i was going to paint you today and you break on me now? WHYYY. WHYYYYYY. now i have to wait 2 more weeks and then file and cut them back down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lol i sound like a dumb bimbo sorry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay whatever i need to do ma shit now. talking about shit, my toilet broke. yay.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3861412252693849465-3318537502501198041?l=toffee-nat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://toffee-nat.blogspot.com/feeds/3318537502501198041/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://toffee-nat.blogspot.com/2012/02/lalalahhhdunno.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3861412252693849465/posts/default/3318537502501198041'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3861412252693849465/posts/default/3318537502501198041'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toffee-nat.blogspot.com/2012/02/lalalahhhdunno.html' title='lalalahhhdunno.'/><author><name>★supernat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01431410139191202067</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HEqUMk1JXMU/Sm0EYLu6TAI/AAAAAAAAAA0/AV7X5nQZ-xk/S220/CIMG1573.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3861412252693849465.post-1465532354598505070</id><published>2012-02-04T23:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-02-04T23:44:44.125-08:00</updated><title type='text'>procrastinatioooon.</title><content type='html'>says that im going to study most of today and complete all my work.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;/realises that im craving chocolate and proceeds to go woolies for an hour LOL&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;oh well at least i finished my math shit, all i got is legal left :) chem can wait til tomorrow or something. not due til wednesday i think. woohoooo :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3861412252693849465-1465532354598505070?l=toffee-nat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://toffee-nat.blogspot.com/feeds/1465532354598505070/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://toffee-nat.blogspot.com/2012/02/procrastinatioooon.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3861412252693849465/posts/default/1465532354598505070'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3861412252693849465/posts/default/1465532354598505070'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toffee-nat.blogspot.com/2012/02/procrastinatioooon.html' title='procrastinatioooon.'/><author><name>★supernat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01431410139191202067</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HEqUMk1JXMU/Sm0EYLu6TAI/AAAAAAAAAA0/AV7X5nQZ-xk/S220/CIMG1573.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3861412252693849465.post-1075429564179199691</id><published>2012-02-04T21:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-02-04T21:11:13.722-08:00</updated><title type='text'>lazyarse.</title><content type='html'>i havent done anything on my to do list fml. other than sleep. and i didnt even get a proper sleep in cause my grandma (shes sharing a room with me atm) opened the curtain and i was facing that side so it was too bright to sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh well, she's leaving today anyway so i guess it wont matter in the end. bye grandma!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it also wont matter in the end cause i have school. yay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm almost finished math (though i cant bring myself to do the last 2 bits), havent touched legal or chem.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;urghhh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i haven't gone shopping, i haven't watched my dramas. i dont even know what im doing with my life omg, weekends are so much more precious now and i'm just wasting my time doing nothing D;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on the bright side i looked up hair straighteners and i've narrowed it down to:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- vs sassoon slim line ceramic straightener&lt;br /&gt;- remington pro slimline ceramic&lt;br /&gt;- remington gelati&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tbh, i only included the gelati ones there because the colours are really cute hahahahehaehahe. the cool mint colour was the colour of my mini one from remington (that i lost on the boat D;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmmm i'll go see if i can even find them instores, and i guess i'll work it out from there. if anyone has suggestions lemme know lol. i dont really want to spend over 50 bucks on a straigtener though since i don't use it that much (cause i wash my hair in the morning and im pretty sure if i straightened it while it was soaking something would burn off or something). i also don't want anything non ceramic HAHAHA cause i'm a picky bitch like that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;k time to do my math shit.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3861412252693849465-1075429564179199691?l=toffee-nat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://toffee-nat.blogspot.com/feeds/1075429564179199691/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://toffee-nat.blogspot.com/2012/02/lazyarse.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3861412252693849465/posts/default/1075429564179199691'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3861412252693849465/posts/default/1075429564179199691'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toffee-nat.blogspot.com/2012/02/lazyarse.html' title='lazyarse.'/><author><name>★supernat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01431410139191202067</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HEqUMk1JXMU/Sm0EYLu6TAI/AAAAAAAAAA0/AV7X5nQZ-xk/S220/CIMG1573.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3861412252693849465.post-9069139959010235598</id><published>2012-02-04T01:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-02-04T02:02:27.117-08:00</updated><title type='text'>on second thought.</title><content type='html'>im not gonna cut my hair. it still needs to grow longer :( and i'm trying to grow the layers out anyway. i want really long, straight hair with long layers. or just very few layers that arent 5cm long. i guess i'll just get my fringe cut sometime (or attempt to do it myself but i dont really want to risk that) and just spend my night cutting off split ends so i feel slightly better about my hair LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and then proceed to buy a hair straightener and fry my hair again haheahehaheae.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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need more underwear D: im running out man, and mums too lazy to wash the clothes oh noesssss&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went shopping for like.. 20 minutes in bankstown and bought a pair of jeans from wakee. i dunno what im gonna do with them, since theyre a really light blue and i dont normally wear light bottoms :( but oh well, i'll figure something out. im so happy that they fit me perfectly too, although its a bit tight at the hips :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;normally when i get jeans im a size 7, but then the jeans dont cling enough, and if i go down to a 6, the jeans are tight enough, but it doesnt fit my hips. fml.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;saw hannah on the asian side of btown.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i got terry later today so :( more hw.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3861412252693849465-554462369631084877?l=toffee-nat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' 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src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HEqUMk1JXMU/Sm0EYLu6TAI/AAAAAAAAAA0/AV7X5nQZ-xk/S220/CIMG1573.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3861412252693849465.post-5826445607588925972</id><published>2012-02-03T04:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-02-03T04:08:21.239-08:00</updated><title type='text'>holy shit.</title><content type='html'>fuck schools so tiring omg im gonna sleep til sunday morning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway cruise was good i miss the people on it :( and eating at midnight in the buffet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;school is tiring, i'm attempting to try this year and it's going so far so good: i mean i havent missed a single bit of hw all week, and that saying something. in year 10 i didnt even do hw. and now we're getting heaps and i feel like im drowning in hw all the time but i'll plough through.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im so tired though, so used to sleeping at 1-2 and then waking up at 12 :( its okay i'll sleep in tomorrow. every morning this week was just waking up feeling shitty and tired.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but oh well, life goes on, you gotta shower and go to school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mmmmm i'm also not used to not eating whenever i feel like. so the first few days i was just munching at random times since im so used to eating lunch at a random time and eating snacks pretty much 24/7.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me gem celine went back to the icecream place on wednesday :D i missed the icecream there; its not that special but its nice sitting there and chilling. we also went pizza on thursday cause our train got terminated so we ordered a pizza and went to the pizza hut in riverwood and just sat there eating.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i miss holidays now :( i'll try and update more often haha sorry!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HEqUMk1JXMU/Sm0EYLu6TAI/AAAAAAAAAA0/AV7X5nQZ-xk/S220/CIMG1573.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3861412252693849465.post-6527104527132946353</id><published>2011-12-27T02:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-27T02:55:45.612-08:00</updated><title type='text'>last christmas.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="text-align: left; "&gt;I GAVE YOU MY HEART, BUT THE VERY NEXT DAY. YOU GAVE IT AWAY &amp;lt;3 i love that song&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;sorry i was meant to post this last week!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;oh well, deal with it. i'm just gonna blog about xmas and boxing day :L&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;xmassssss :D i got into a really big singing thing and started singing all these songs. MY FAVOURITE IS LAST CHRISTMAS OMG. I LOVE THAT SONG. LAST CHRISTMASS I GAVE YOU MY HEART, BUT THE VERY NEXT DAY, YOU GAVE IT AWAY- yeah i love it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;anyway urh. xmas was really nice :) every year we go grandmas for a family dinner with my extended and everything, and since theres so many kids in the family, theres always a lot of pressies under (beside) the tree and on the tree&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-NXSqOCT9Vvo/Tvmcg9AAn-I/AAAAAAAAAKs/LVOH-oKbULY/s1600/IMG_0712.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-NXSqOCT9Vvo/Tvmcg9AAn-I/AAAAAAAAAKs/LVOH-oKbULY/s320/IMG_0712.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5690751694103683042" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-o0pgzrZazOA/TvmcgnudTrI/AAAAAAAAAKc/1f4qbDyusVE/s1600/IMG_0714.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-o0pgzrZazOA/TvmcgnudTrI/AAAAAAAAAKc/1f4qbDyusVE/s320/IMG_0714.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5690751688392920754" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-MHKZSxnaBNU/TvmcgY-YmpI/AAAAAAAAAKU/7fJkeqkHkmw/s1600/IMG_0715.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-MHKZSxnaBNU/TvmcgY-YmpI/AAAAAAAAAKU/7fJkeqkHkmw/s320/IMG_0715.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5690751684433189522" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;hahehaheaheahe most of my pressies are on the tree (i.e. money, gift cards etc) but not this year. none of mine were on the tree o___O instead everyone bought me perfume lol.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;maybe this is saying that i smell bad or something&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i got princess by vera wang ( &amp;lt;3 ) , dazziling darling by kylie minogue, and a nina ricci sample set. lol my dresser looks really pretty with them on display. it was really funny cause my mum was like 'oh hey i use that' to the nina ricci set LOL so i gave it to her the set to use.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;uhh.. i got a big set of nail polish, as well as an itunes card and a clutch thingy so yeah :) whoohoo&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;boxing day sales i went around city with gemmarrh. got there at like.. 9.30? 10.30? something like that. i wanted to get there late enough so i could sleep in, but not late enough that there was nothing. fuck it was crowded, but not as crowded as last year. crashed into a lot of people in the city and bought a lot hahahahahahaahaaha yay.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i got a beanie from sportsgirl, a top, belt, and stockings from dotti. AND OMG THE STOCKINGS OMG OMG. THEY'RE THE KNOCK OFF OF THE TOPSHOP HEART SUSPENDER ONES :D :D :D :D i was looking for it since foreverr! and i bought it for 3 bucks man. 3 bucks. best purchase of the day imo.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-cVGI7U6gVxY/TvmgtPteyII/AAAAAAAAAK4/UBq2o94mCm0/s1600/IMG_0726.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-cVGI7U6gVxY/TvmgtPteyII/AAAAAAAAAK4/UBq2o94mCm0/s320/IMG_0726.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5690756303331182722" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br class="Apple-interchange-newline"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;hehehehe too bad its summer :( i'll wear it in autumn/winter with a short skirt or something&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;uhh.. i also got 2 work out shorts from supre to wear around home and a pair of earrings from diva.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;ended up going karaoke for 2 hours since we got tired of shopping so much.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;today i went miranda :D moar shopping. got a bra from la senza, another beanie from sportsgirl, a pair of sandals from rubi and a lipstick and eyeshadow from loreal.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;whooooooooooooo. anyway im bored. i said i'd post the dress i bought from pink stitch before right? here it iss :&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;..oh wait i deleted it. next time LOL. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3861412252693849465-6527104527132946353?l=toffee-nat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://toffee-nat.blogspot.com/feeds/6527104527132946353/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://toffee-nat.blogspot.com/2011/12/last-christmas.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3861412252693849465/posts/default/6527104527132946353'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3861412252693849465/posts/default/6527104527132946353'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toffee-nat.blogspot.com/2011/12/last-christmas.html' title='last christmas.'/><author><name>★supernat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01431410139191202067</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HEqUMk1JXMU/Sm0EYLu6TAI/AAAAAAAAAA0/AV7X5nQZ-xk/S220/CIMG1573.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-NXSqOCT9Vvo/Tvmcg9AAn-I/AAAAAAAAAKs/LVOH-oKbULY/s72-c/IMG_0712.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3861412252693849465.post-5569238182778543036</id><published>2011-12-21T18:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-21T18:39:44.561-08:00</updated><title type='text'>asdfghj rant.</title><content type='html'>omg fuck you why. seriously. wtf i'm not your slave okay, im not fucking going out in the rain to buy food for you. im not even buying food out for myself, im just eating leftovers from last night, why cant you? fucking asshole. stop fucking calling dad and saying how im not waking up and wont get you food. get your own goddamn food you're old enough. and fuck you, i need my sleep. im sorry, i couldnt get to sleep til 2 last night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and stop saying you can't go buy food cause you're sick. bullshit, you're not sick. if you were sick you'd be lying in bed and not have an appetite for food. you've been on the fucking computer since 10 and you're not even coughing. and neven if you weren't sick you'd still tell me to buy you food. 'because you're older'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;fuck you i cant wait til youre 30 living by yourself. you're gonna call me up and tell me to buy you food and i'll be like 'fuck you no get your own fucking food'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;seriously. fuck you. i swear this is the last time. next time im home, you're buying your own food. i dont even have a reason to go out to the shops, and i have to get changed and wash my face and all that shit just to go out for 20 minutes and buy you food. seriously? no. get your own food. stop being such a lazy arse. you're almost 13 okay. i started getting my own shit and going to the supermarket and around the neighbourhood when i was in year 6 okay. it's not hard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i feel like i got all the common sense and responsibility out of us two. i swear to god you're so fucking annoying. and so fucking dumb. seriously. 'oh nat can you pour this drink i can't cause its full'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;no. do it yourself. you're in high school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh yeah and why do you talk so loud. im sure the other person on the line can hear you loud and clear. you're fucking yelling at the laptop okay. im sure she can hear your voice LOUD. AND CLEAR. SO SHUT UP.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;like seriously, i barely got any sleep last night and people keep waking me up by either going into my room or blowdrying and now you yelling to your laptop on skype?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;like fuck you. to make it even worse you were bitching about me. like i know you bitch about me a lot, but honestly i dont see why. i barely talk to you. in fact im pretty good, i fucking get FOOD for you when you can just get it yourself. but seriously? 'oh yeah my sisters really lazy and annoying shes always sleeping and never wakes up to get me food when shes meant to'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;no fuck you. for one, im not lazy. not around you anyway. if i was lazy i wouldnt be walking around getting you food and cleaning the dishes and your messes. me, annoying? yeah i can get that if you were one of my other friends or something but you honestly have no reason to find me annoying. i dont do anything to you. i dont even ask you to do anything other than the occasional 'clean this up' or something. i should find YOU annoying. and oh i never wake up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;big fucking deal. everyone else in the world sleeps in to 12. i dont even sleep in that late, most of the time i'm up by 11 geezus, just the past few days my sleeping pattern is getting screwed and now i cant sleep at 12. and again (as said numerous times in this post) GET YOUR OWN FOOD. IM NOT YOUR MOTHER. EVEN YOUR MOTHER WOULDNT GET IT FOR YOU HONESTLY. YOU'RE OLD ENOUGH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;seriously you annoy the fuck out of me and i dont know how im gonna last the rest of the holidays. half the reason i go out is to make sure i dont have to take care of you. and i still do before i leave. i cant even leave the house until i've properly given you food.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;like wtf? i have places to be and im not waiting til you get hungry okay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;asdfghj and even if i do out of the kindness in my heart go out to get you stuff, at least say thankyou.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i went out today in the rain (theres no working umbrellas at home atm ==) to get you kfc and you just took it and went back to the computer. you're a fucking mute when youre on the computer too. i swear it takes me several yells before you say something. you're a mute when you play that stupid game, but when youre on skype you're fucking loud. go into a diff room if youre skyping, i dont want to hear your conversations, your life is boring and i dont want to hear about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;asdfghjkl; and all my friends wonder why i hate my brother so much&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3861412252693849465-5569238182778543036?l=toffee-nat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://toffee-nat.blogspot.com/feeds/5569238182778543036/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://toffee-nat.blogspot.com/2011/12/asdfghj-rant.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3861412252693849465/posts/default/5569238182778543036'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3861412252693849465/posts/default/5569238182778543036'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toffee-nat.blogspot.com/2011/12/asdfghj-rant.html' title='asdfghj rant.'/><author><name>★supernat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01431410139191202067</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HEqUMk1JXMU/Sm0EYLu6TAI/AAAAAAAAAA0/AV7X5nQZ-xk/S220/CIMG1573.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3861412252693849465.post-7024235272746860064</id><published>2011-12-17T02:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-17T02:54:26.927-08:00</updated><title type='text'>baby baby you're my caramel macchiato</title><content type='html'>uhhhh not much has really happened i guess :L school has ended? heres a shameless photo of me luvo-ing with the (delicious) cookies that emily made for us. i probably ate 5 that day HAHEHAEHAHEAHEHAEHAE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-HREYZsUg6r8/TuxqFATMbHI/AAAAAAAAAJY/3dtlts4W5js/s1600/IMG_0649.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-HREYZsUg6r8/TuxqFATMbHI/AAAAAAAAAJY/3dtlts4W5js/s320/IMG_0649.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5687037063674489970" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;omg fuck you blogger why you screw up. all hypertext and crap argh. talking about hypertext i got my ipt results back on wednesday (yay)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i got an 85 :( okay yeah it's a pretty decent mark but i could've done so much better. i was really hoping for a band 6 but i guess theres nothing i can do now LOL i'll just try harder next time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway school ended on wednesday with our grad assembly (which was really nice) and we got reports and school cert back. okay report was kinda shitty this time 'round, but HEY. SCHOOL CERT. I'M PRETTY SMART AYE HAEHAEHHEAEA i got all band 5 &amp; 6 and my highest score was 95 in computers and math (arent i a little asian nerd)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway after that i went karaoke with celine mich and gemma and we sang so much, and made the mistake of putting all the katy perry songs in one line and died.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yeah. good times though HAHA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thursday was dunch day and OH MY GOD RIGHT THE SALE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;basically me, mich and peony went to the pink stitch sale before dunch and hands down, best sale of the year. everything WAS 10 bucks as advertised (not like you crappy hussy sale, 10 bucks my ass) and i bought quite a bit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well not really i spent 30 bucks on three dresses but whatever. im broke.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i bought a really nice denim shirt dress (which i really like but i gotta be careful cause the sides come up pretty short hahahaa), a nice black nudey pink chiffony dress thats appropriate for family gatherings (mainly because my mum got kinda annoyed that i didnt have anything 'appropriate' to wear to family dinners) and a formal dress.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;literally. i could wear it to formal if i wanted. and it was only 10 bucks&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's like a nude and black corset top and then black layers of chiffon going down to the floor and in a mullet dress style. and omfg its so gorgeous. i kinda wish it was a bit shorter in the front though (cause it goes to my knees) but oh well. can't complain for 10 bucks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'll take photos of all three dresses later HAHAHHAA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;us three got back to my place after the sale to make me roast potatoes. and omg. we're such dodgy cookers, we didnt have a proper recipe or anything so we just went with whatever. HAHHAHAA OH WELL TASTED GOOD IN THE END.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dunch was good, ate too much, but wasn't as full as last year. played a lot of games on the xbox and stuff hehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;saturday i went hursty and while me and celine were sitting on one of the chairs, this old man comes up to us and is like 'those chairs are for old people get off' and wouldnt stop glaring at us until we left. dude. the chairs are for everyone, there were seats less than 100m away from you that were free, why yell at us?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and so we sat in some other chairs and talked for a while HAHA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i had tutoring too and we had a test and omg i felt like dying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on sunday i went bankstown for ages since dad was getting his hair cut and dyed so i was there for 3 hours :( but anyway i made a point to find a perfume i liked cause my aunty wants to buy me some for xmas, and now im stuck between Princess by Vera Wang, D&amp;G L'imperatrice and Forbidden Euphoria by Calvin Klein.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;they all smell so nice omg :( :( :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i bought a belt in bankstown? yayay, i have so many now HAHAHAHA and i bought a pair of false lashes randomly because they were pretty and cheap. heeeheee&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this monday i.. what'd i do omg. i went city with celine, nancy and gemma and we chilled around pepper lunch for a while, then went pool and karaoke. omg i wanna learn to play pool. i suck at it so bad HAHA but its pretty fun. so many people from sghs was in the same pool place i swear hahahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tuesday stayed at home for a bit and went over to kimmys to steal some of the milk shake she made (ooh that sounds dirty LOL) and when i came home i found my brother.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GAVE ME THE BIGGEST SCARE EVER OH MY GOD. because i rarely lock the door when im home by myself and go out cause i cbf bringing keys, and since it looks like the door is closed i doubt people would actually come in. i mean seriously. and so when i heard my bro on skype as i walked into the house i totally freaked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;turns out he got sick at school so he just went home. anyway gemma randomly texted and so she came over for a few hours and we just hanged in my kitchen, eating and playing on the wii. i keep falling off the roads in mario kart :( and i keep getting sent to red spaces in mario party :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wednesday i got woken up at 5.50 by my BOS text. oh god, the night before i could barely sleep. i was just waiting for the stupid text message and if im like this with only one subject, im probably pulling an all nighter when i get the real hsc results haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i got an 85 (as stated above) and i was pretty devo D; spent most of the day moping around and being upset. meh but i got over it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;had my last math lesson of tipps ever that day and omg, gonna miss it so much :'( really. although my new class isnt as family like as my old one, i have closer friends in the new one and i'll miss them. ;____; im gonna miss ruining your homework and eating all your food, and you calling me fat and making all these fat jokes about me omg. and hitting you with a ruler and flicking and shit. fuck i'll miss you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my friend shouted me kfc since i was leaving so free food yay. because the entire back row ran out for kfc during break, we all came back 10 minutes late and it was pretty funny walking back in with food in out mouths HAHA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'll miss those times :( :( our lovely back row always eating chips and stuff omg.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what happened thursday? oh yah i went city to exchange hwei sees birthday pressie since we got the same charm from pandora that her parents got so yeah. met up with kimmy and we went off to gorgeous cosmetics for this makeup course thingo, which was kimmy's xmas gift for me &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it was really fun actually, it was really cute seeing her put on makeup for herself since she never does that stuff and shes almost 21 omg HAHA. the lady just taught us how to put on base makeup and day to night eye looks and yeah. basic crap that i already knew anyway. since we got to choose our colours i did brown and pink so i ended up with a brown smokey eye with pink undertones :D it looked really pretty LOL but i felt super awkward walking around since it was still light out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-AHA8Rlq5rvk/TuxxBr74QJI/AAAAAAAAAJk/fryJsgKZMPE/s1600/IMG_0684.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-AHA8Rlq5rvk/TuxxBr74QJI/AAAAAAAAAJk/fryJsgKZMPE/s320/IMG_0684.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5687044703249776786" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;heres a shitty picture lol. bad lighting, it was in this chinese dessert house that we went to in chinatown. it was really cute actually, the wall had this tree sticker on it and customers put these heart post it notes on it talking about their lover or someone they missed or something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yeah it was really cute, makes me feel lonely :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh well i couldnt understand most of it anyway since it was all in chinese characters.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ate so much that day too hahahahaa. while we were walking back to central we walked through this dodgy ass place behind the abc building and omg it was really freaky. there was this tunnel that was locked off and you couldnt see ANYTHING in it, and it seriously looked like somewhere kidnappers or rapists go or something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i bought a diary for next year as well :D its the pink A6 'leather' (i doubt it) one from kikki k and its so cute omg. hopefully i actually use it though, otherwise itd be a waste of money hahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;stayed home on friday and went over to hwei's place to give her pressie at around 1? something like that. she was happy so yayyyy :D i stayed for a while to talk and stuff but i had to get home since:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) i was really hungry&lt;br /&gt;2) i didnt lock my door again LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so yeah. got really bored so i decided to learn how to curl my hair with my straightener and either im doing it wrong or my one is too small (its the mini one by remington LOL) but mine turn out to be more loose waves more than anything else.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;still pretty, but not curls :( guess i have to buy a curler if i want curls then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/--TKTzCooT3E/Tuxyjfz0P_I/AAAAAAAAAJ4/EW2EnPe31g4/s1600/IMG_0690.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/--TKTzCooT3E/Tuxyjfz0P_I/AAAAAAAAAJ4/EW2EnPe31g4/s320/IMG_0690.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5687046383621914610" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;excuse my weird hands HAHAHAHAHA you cant really see, but theyre just really loose waves :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this is getting to be a really long post haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OH YAH OREO HAS A NEW FLAVOUR.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-tnXKgdVohSI/TuxzHvvElsI/AAAAAAAAAKI/y9sFXQPTcQs/s1600/IMG_0654.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-tnXKgdVohSI/TuxzHvvElsI/AAAAAAAAAKI/y9sFXQPTcQs/s320/IMG_0654.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5687047006372271810" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i was so disappointed when i ate it HAHA tastes exactly like the regular ones except the cream feels a tad grainy. it has a bit of a 'cooling sensation' which it said it had on the box but yeah. disappointed hhaehahehaehae. i want more oreos now :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm broke now lol. yet i have so much i need to buy before school starts up again (nat why're you thinking about that now, you just started holidays)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ohh well.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3861412252693849465-7024235272746860064?l=toffee-nat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://toffee-nat.blogspot.com/feeds/7024235272746860064/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://toffee-nat.blogspot.com/2011/12/baby-baby-youre-my-caramel-macchiato.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3861412252693849465/posts/default/7024235272746860064'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3861412252693849465/posts/default/7024235272746860064'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toffee-nat.blogspot.com/2011/12/baby-baby-youre-my-caramel-macchiato.html' title='baby baby you&apos;re my caramel macchiato'/><author><name>★supernat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01431410139191202067</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HEqUMk1JXMU/Sm0EYLu6TAI/AAAAAAAAAA0/AV7X5nQZ-xk/S220/CIMG1573.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-HREYZsUg6r8/TuxqFATMbHI/AAAAAAAAAJY/3dtlts4W5js/s72-c/IMG_0649.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3861412252693849465.post-5155214894349336755</id><published>2011-12-13T02:59:00.002-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-13T03:01:07.483-08:00</updated><title type='text'>fml.</title><content type='html'>are you kidding me omg, i spent 15 bucks on shaving cream (the big bottle too) and it doesnt even remove all my hair. i left you on for 6 minutes. i didn't listen to the stupid instructions and risked a chemical burn for you. YET YOU STILL HAVE HAIR?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now my skin has red blotches :( :(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3861412252693849465-5155214894349336755?l=toffee-nat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://toffee-nat.blogspot.com/feeds/5155214894349336755/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://toffee-nat.blogspot.com/2011/12/fml_3684.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3861412252693849465/posts/default/5155214894349336755'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3861412252693849465/posts/default/5155214894349336755'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toffee-nat.blogspot.com/2011/12/fml_3684.html' title='fml.'/><author><name>★supernat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01431410139191202067</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HEqUMk1JXMU/Sm0EYLu6TAI/AAAAAAAAAA0/AV7X5nQZ-xk/S220/CIMG1573.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3861412252693849465.post-6704700369225725117</id><published>2011-11-28T01:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-28T01:53:23.834-08:00</updated><title type='text'>last week.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;not.. much.. happened.. i think.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i'm honestly not sure atm. i dont remember anything from last week LOL.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;on thursday i met up with this chick to sell my clutch? woohoo?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i dont know. i dont remember much. oh god my memory is so shitty.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;then i guess i'll talk about this week. mosquitos be loving me this week LOL fuck i have so many :( and i think one of them isnt even one because its swelling a lot, and it's like.. a totally different temp from the rest of my arm D:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and its really scratchy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i got a mozzie bite on my face too. like wtf. and im sure its not a pimple. pimples arent itchy. but it sure does look like one ==&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;today i went hussy sale with hweisee, mich and celine. not as good as tigerlily sale because a lot of the stuff there was out of our range, and not really my style either :(&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and thats about it :( &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;photos from last week (from my ipod obviously):&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-uBjYNcbaOU0/TtNZUo2Jl_I/AAAAAAAAAI0/AoqgFh6j28k/s1600/IMG_0634.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-uBjYNcbaOU0/TtNZUo2Jl_I/AAAAAAAAAI0/AoqgFh6j28k/s320/IMG_0634.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5679981766141122546" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;some instant noodles i had&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-kCgnsAOVUsE/TtNZUrhlN0I/AAAAAAAAAI8/1a7SMWdgD1E/s1600/IMG_0632.jpg" style="text-align: left; " onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-kCgnsAOVUsE/TtNZUrhlN0I/AAAAAAAAAI8/1a7SMWdgD1E/s320/IMG_0632.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5679981766860158786" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;shameless photo of ones self&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-5KHZpiIYdUg/TtNZU5X7s4I/AAAAAAAAAJM/VqMLS5UIx-k/s1600/IMG_0630.jpg" style="text-align: left; " onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-5KHZpiIYdUg/TtNZU5X7s4I/AAAAAAAAAJM/VqMLS5UIx-k/s320/IMG_0630.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5679981770577785730" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;A REALLY FUCKING PRETTY DRESS THAT I WANT OMG&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;yeah that dress is gorgeous, i wish i could just buy it :( but imo its not worth it.. maybe.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;its like a black bodycon with that crochet piece at the top that goes to the neck, and it exposes the back and has a ribbon at the back that you can tie into a bow and omg its so beautiful i want it. ignore my expression in that photo, i was trying to get the entire dress in (which didnt work anyway)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;schools almost over, i'm gonna have as much fun as i can this holidays seeing as this time next year is gonna be all urgh :(&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3861412252693849465-6704700369225725117?l=toffee-nat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://toffee-nat.blogspot.com/feeds/6704700369225725117/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://toffee-nat.blogspot.com/2011/11/last-week.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3861412252693849465/posts/default/6704700369225725117'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3861412252693849465/posts/default/6704700369225725117'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toffee-nat.blogspot.com/2011/11/last-week.html' title='last week.'/><author><name>★supernat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01431410139191202067</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HEqUMk1JXMU/Sm0EYLu6TAI/AAAAAAAAAA0/AV7X5nQZ-xk/S220/CIMG1573.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-uBjYNcbaOU0/TtNZUo2Jl_I/AAAAAAAAAI0/AoqgFh6j28k/s72-c/IMG_0634.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3861412252693849465.post-6248016696794402138</id><published>2011-11-26T03:00:00.003-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-26T04:00:04.643-08:00</updated><title type='text'>work exp (long delayed).</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;oh shit whoops HAHHA i was meaning to do this last week. well work experience was pretty okay, all i really did was do the junior's jobs anyway. so lots of filing, coffee grabbing, mailing, deliveries, banks and stuff.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;monday:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;spent most of the day filing and stuff, they were super nice and jayne helped me a lot. she's so pretty omgad no wonder someone in the mX tried to talk to her through 'looking at you'. oh btw i took a picture of my outfit everyday specifically for this blog post so here:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-hmSqcCJW-mw/TtDHwiVuXBI/AAAAAAAAAGw/bYI2iODU4tU/s320/IMG_0601.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5679258766779767826" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); text-decoration: underline; display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px; " /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;not even my dress, i pretty much borrowed everything i wore that week from my cousin. lol.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;anywayyyy after that i went dinner with mich, mon, tracey, celine, hweis, fiona, and bacon as a farewell for fiona. (LOL WHO GOES TO THEIR FAREWELL AND LEAVES AFTER HALF AN HOUR GAWD)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;we went wagaya, and omg it was so freaking hot outside i almost melted. we were gonna get a private room but they were all taken so :( would've been nice. maybe if we did, the waitresses wouldnt have hated us lol&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;anyway we did two rounds of sushi roulette: one with all of us and one with just tracey mich and me. guess who got the bombs?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;first round: fiona. who honestly didnt give a fuck anyway.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;second round: me. FML OH MY GOD THAT STUFF BURNS ARE YOU KIDDING ME YOU GUYS SUCK ARGH. i started tearing LOL&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;they're so badly concealed, so obv which one was the bomb. photos of food btw (oh look a self photo):&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-wwXI9USQ_3I/TtDJzPoZs2I/AAAAAAAAAHc/wi6mFm4zlNI/s1600/IMG_0607.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-wwXI9USQ_3I/TtDJzPoZs2I/AAAAAAAAAHc/wi6mFm4zlNI/s320/IMG_0607.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5679261012320695138" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-zzCtN2lhhqM/TtDJzOWhSDI/AAAAAAAAAHU/PnW2a_0X0do/s1600/IMG_0605.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-zzCtN2lhhqM/TtDJzOWhSDI/AAAAAAAAAHU/PnW2a_0X0do/s320/IMG_0605.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5679261011977259058" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-hwWZ8B1Z4W0/TtDJyow_61I/AAAAAAAAAHM/TnBTz3ENpOw/s1600/IMG_0604.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-hwWZ8B1Z4W0/TtDJyow_61I/AAAAAAAAAHM/TnBTz3ENpOw/s320/IMG_0604.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5679261001887771474" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-qPHaUqPCdlg/TtDJyeEx9YI/AAAAAAAAAG8/NXm4JJcENH4/s1600/IMG_0602.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-qPHaUqPCdlg/TtDJyeEx9YI/AAAAAAAAAG8/NXm4JJcENH4/s320/IMG_0602.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5679260999017952642" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;so much fun that night though, we should all go out to dinner together more often. we played truth or dare with these cards that tracey got and omg. we're all so loud and stupid HAHAHA&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i had to phone two people omg. first was this freaking 40 year old guy and tell him he was hot and shit, cause his number had lots of '69's in it. and omg it went so bad:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;n: so are you hot?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;g: im hot enough haha&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;n: how old are you then&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;g: 40 something&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;..oh. LOL and he called again as well! HAHAHHAHAH LIKE AFTER DINNER HE CALLED AND OMG SO FUNNY HAHAHAHA&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and then i had to call one of my friends and ask for a date. which was hella awkward and people kept kicking me under the table.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;bacon gave celine a wedgie&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;tracey spilt lots of water on herself so she had to ask for a toilet paper roll (which got ignored btw)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;some other funny shit.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;hahahehaehaehehae.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and then once half of the people left cause they had to go home, me monica and celine got really weird and started laughing at everything and choking on water LOL.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;we're so stupid. and so we went home after a while and it was so niceeeeeee. such a nice day.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;tuesday:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;boring as shit day, more filing, a bit of computer work. i met up with sara for lunch though? and i saw chloe, suzie and emily haha, bought peanut butter cups and headed back.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;outfit:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-oYmaJHvY5Pw/TtDOW0XfSaI/AAAAAAAAAHs/P1ukZocZceA/s1600/IMG_0617.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-oYmaJHvY5Pw/TtDOW0XfSaI/AAAAAAAAAHs/P1ukZocZceA/s320/IMG_0617.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5679266021523802530" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;this is probably what got me 4/5 for appropriate clothing LOL my skirts a bit too short.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;wednesday: &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;hooooowhatt did i even do? oh yeah i got left off early so i visited mich at chocolate room, and omg i got lost on the way there cause i took a wrong turn LOL and i was just running in the rain like an idiot. oh yeah i bought a skirt that day?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;it was such a bargain HAHA 10 bucks. and a replica of the bardot diagonal lines skirt. black bodycon skirt with a few diagonal lines and an exposed zipper at the back :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;so pretty! a tad short but oh well. i still like it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;me and mich went shopping for a bit and went to eat crepes (because i wanted to avoid tutoring lol) and yeah. got to yagoona just in time for english class. outfit today: (i couldnt take a pic in the company bathroom because whenever i needed to pee, someone else was always there)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-vo6uGka2Iso/TtDPjHtxVVI/AAAAAAAAAH4/Vcs0AtdPKCQ/s1600/IMG_0621.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-vo6uGka2Iso/TtDPjHtxVVI/AAAAAAAAAH4/Vcs0AtdPKCQ/s320/IMG_0621.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5679267332387591506" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;..most.. proper outfit the entire week LOL. fell asleep on the train and ended up at revesby.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;thursday:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;..i blogged about thursday before, go read that LOL i had lunch with mum and we had laksa and it was nice. fell asleep on the train and ended up at padstow.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;oh well i went nespresso in pitt st to get refills for the machine with jayne? we ran around getting free expresso shots and burning our tongue HAHA. good times.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Txf3IXeroKo/TtDQPM5uiMI/AAAAAAAAAIE/2nshAujLyj8/s1600/IMG_0624.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Txf3IXeroKo/TtDQPM5uiMI/AAAAAAAAAIE/2nshAujLyj8/s320/IMG_0624.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5679268089694161090" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;isnt it a nice dress? i'd love to wear it without a belt but its too big at the waist and makes me look really weird so i kinda have to == its the dress that mummy bought cause she thought i should be dressing more classy LOL well whatever i like it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;friday:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;woohooo last day woohooooo! casual friday 8D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-5Ds57Z1TQ2o/TtDQ7rkTWiI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/DMn_PwN5hvU/s1600/IMG_0625.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-5Ds57Z1TQ2o/TtDQ7rkTWiI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/DMn_PwN5hvU/s320/IMG_0625.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5679268853840042530" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;dont wear heels when youre an office junior. fml why'd they send me on so many deliveries that day i was in so much pain HAHA.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and my shirt snapped lol. that was embarassing.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;went to lunch with mum again (who can resist free lunch) and i got tofu soup while she got pad thai and the noodle shop in wynard. pretty freaking yummy ahhahaa&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;we went to buy cupcakes as a thank you gift for the place from ghermez. which i really recommend btw, they're actually worth it and taste so much better than the other places omg. and theyre adorable. i got the mini ones and they weren't actually that mini. so cute &amp;lt;3&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-PIQ74K8gFzc/TtDQ8lj_bBI/AAAAAAAAAIs/mAWN1yDFSCo/s1600/IMG_0628.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-PIQ74K8gFzc/TtDQ8lj_bBI/AAAAAAAAAIs/mAWN1yDFSCo/s320/IMG_0628.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5679268869407992850" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;arent they gorgeous? the dulce de leche one was nice (tasted like condensed milk), but the strawberry one was my fave. because.. they used real strawberries in the icing haha. and the cake was pink &amp;lt;3 i should buy it for hweisee lol&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i bought two boxes hahahaa.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;they're so gorgeous &amp;lt;3&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;oh yeah and i bought this really cute cropped (kinda) shirt from a store in wynyard. its pink and has lace and bows on it, so cute hahahaa. i also bought a foundation and eyeshadow brush from revlon. ooh yeah.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;but i'm really thankful to the people there, so nice to me and i'll miss them. especially jayne and ciddy. ciddy was always so nice, she was always looking at me going 'uh.. i cant find you work to do.. sorry'&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;HAHAHAHAHAHHAA you make it sound like a bad thing.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;fell asleep on the train again and woke up at padstow :( if we has taught me anything, its how tiring a 9 - 5 job is.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;on saturday i went on a shopping spree LOL im so weird. i got..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- a tank... dress.. thing? i dunno. its a plain black tanktop except extended to mid thigh.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- a black tank top (because i lost my other one fml)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- a belt from bardot: really pretty! its a double layered one in brown&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- flats (cause i broke my other one lol)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;...was that it? it seemed like a lot more before&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;...anyway that was we week. hahahaha i'll do a post on THIS week.. hopefully tomorrow. or monday. whenever im bothered (Y)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3861412252693849465-6248016696794402138?l=toffee-nat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://toffee-nat.blogspot.com/feeds/6248016696794402138/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://toffee-nat.blogspot.com/2011/11/work-exp-long-delayed.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3861412252693849465/posts/default/6248016696794402138'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3861412252693849465/posts/default/6248016696794402138'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toffee-nat.blogspot.com/2011/11/work-exp-long-delayed.html' title='work exp (long delayed).'/><author><name>★supernat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01431410139191202067</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HEqUMk1JXMU/Sm0EYLu6TAI/AAAAAAAAAA0/AV7X5nQZ-xk/S220/CIMG1573.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-hmSqcCJW-mw/TtDHwiVuXBI/AAAAAAAAAGw/bYI2iODU4tU/s72-c/IMG_0601.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3861412252693849465.post-2958126185097409538</id><published>2011-11-17T03:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-17T03:26:50.345-08:00</updated><title type='text'>asdfghjk im so tired.</title><content type='html'>okay we is cool and all, but jeezus a 9 - 5 job is freaking exhausting! gawd, the past two days i fell asleep on the train and i woke up at revesby and padstow fml. omg and you know what? never doing that again. why? because today when i was sitting down waiting for a train at padstow, these two leb kids were like 'heyy come talk to us for 5 minutes' and i was like fuck no you kidding me you look YOUNGER than me fuck off.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;didnt actually say that LOL i had earphones in so i pretended i couldnt hear. so i sat on the bench and then they fucking sat next to me. and then they were like 'chao co' (i dunno if thats right, viet peeps correct me)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and i was wondering how they knew i was viet LOL like the fuck, people never think im viet. but then they kept talking to each other and it went like:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;'dude are you sure shes viet?'&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;'yeah they all are'&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;'what no, they're all chinese'&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;'well i dunno which ones better'&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;'i dunno'&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;like da fuck. and then they started playing on their iphone or something and i think they were talking pictures of my legs or something. fuck you, when i noticed i stood up and walked away cause the train was there.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;WHY YOU CATCH SAME TRAIN AND GET OFF AT THE SAME PLACE FUUUUUUU&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;when the doors opened for riverwood and i got out the smaller guy was like 'OH WAIT I NEED TO TAKE A PICTURE OF HER FACE'&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;what the actual fuck. to make things worse the cops were checking tickets and THIS WAS THE ONE FREAKING DAY THAT I DIDNT GET A TICKET CAUSE I HAD NO COINS. WHAT THE HELL SHIT DAY. they just made me buy a ticket to central and then ripped it up lol&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;they kept the two lebs back cause they were suspicious looking heheheheh. yeah thats right, i get off because im in corporate clothes and i dont have a rat tail and bum bag around my shoulder hehahee.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and then i walked home in the rain. yay.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;work exp wasn't that bad today though, i had fun with jayneeeee. we went nespresso store in pitt st mall to pick up refills and omg we just went around trying all the new coffees. they're so strong i can't sleep tonight HAHA. it was the vanilla one, in an expresso cup, so it was hella strong.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and it burnt my tongue :(&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and then we talked about how its kinda weird how all the drivers in the city are crazy and all the pedestrians jay walk yet no one gets run over, and how you get more hungry in class/uni than at work.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i did a few tax return thingos today as well yayyy (not really, so boring)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;uhmuhm.. i need to get a thankyou gift tomorrow. probably cupcakes since theres so many around wynard!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;hopefully they'll be cool with being my referee for my resume lol&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;work exp wasnt that great, i spent half the time playing on the computer, but i did like it when i got to do deliveries around the city cause then i could wander around for a while hehehe&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and lunch break is nice hehehehe&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;monday lunch i explored wynard, tuesday i met up with sara and saw suzie, chloe and emily, wednesday i.. went shopping, today went with mum to eat laksa (hehe free lunch)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i bought a few things too :D i bought a new skirt, and a french manicure set, and mum bought this dress for me (because she says i should be dressing classier; thanks mom)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;uhmum yeah i'll post more tomorrow to talk about monday tuesday wednesday HAHA&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;ALONG WITH PICS OOHYEAH ;D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3861412252693849465-2958126185097409538?l=toffee-nat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://toffee-nat.blogspot.com/feeds/2958126185097409538/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://toffee-nat.blogspot.com/2011/11/asdfghjk-im-so-tired.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3861412252693849465/posts/default/2958126185097409538'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3861412252693849465/posts/default/2958126185097409538'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toffee-nat.blogspot.com/2011/11/asdfghjk-im-so-tired.html' title='asdfghjk im so tired.'/><author><name>★supernat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01431410139191202067</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HEqUMk1JXMU/Sm0EYLu6TAI/AAAAAAAAAA0/AV7X5nQZ-xk/S220/CIMG1573.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3861412252693849465.post-775934961988524731</id><published>2011-11-12T01:59:00.003-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-12T03:07:57.714-08:00</updated><title type='text'>oh hay.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;oops, havent posted in freaking forever. october was super eventful, we had formal, luna park, and other fun shit that i can't be bothered recounting so here are photos to make up my lack of words (hey, pictures are worth 1000 words, you should all be so proud im writing an essay)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-sKawHZgerX8/Tr5LUKyYxQI/AAAAAAAAAE8/VmPS1tScfzw/s1600/untitled3.PNG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-sKawHZgerX8/Tr5LUKyYxQI/AAAAAAAAAE8/VmPS1tScfzw/s320/untitled3.PNG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5674055390398563586" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 238px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-j11E8JzXrVY/Tr5LTlDbGmI/AAAAAAAAAEw/4cYPqMBrTMA/s1600/untitled2.PNG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-j11E8JzXrVY/Tr5LTlDbGmI/AAAAAAAAAEw/4cYPqMBrTMA/s320/untitled2.PNG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5674055380269472354" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 239px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-g4TWCfP0Z3g/Tr5EqO6CTZI/AAAAAAAAAEA/tEr_aob4524/s320/PA240012.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5674048072880115090" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Nr5o7rjEvgA/Tr5LTaFSUsI/AAAAAAAAAEk/6ZhsNza5zcM/s1600/untitled.PNG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-W8j8cQ9Ow04/Tr5GkwTE_NI/AAAAAAAAAEY/6EOHM-UU9lU/s320/IMG_2755.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5674050177787559122" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); text-decoration: underline; display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ir7RJxXClS4/Tr5Fa09aZvI/AAAAAAAAAEM/jcFNJKRxMHM/s320/PA240006.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5674048907728545522" /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Nr5o7rjEvgA/Tr5LTaFSUsI/AAAAAAAAAEk/6ZhsNza5zcM/s1600/untitled.PNG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Nr5o7rjEvgA/Tr5LTaFSUsI/AAAAAAAAAEk/6ZhsNza5zcM/s320/untitled.PNG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5674055377324495554" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 236px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;^^         fave photo of the night &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); "&gt;♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;formal was heaps fun, i really loved it. i loved dressing up and seeing everyone all dolled up and glamorous HAHA. gosh everyone was so pretty.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;anyway what else happened that i have photos of? luna park!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-BFYY9LDOSFc/Tr5Pznrwj7I/AAAAAAAAAFs/D8jrahJawYY/s1600/IMG_1635.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-BFYY9LDOSFc/Tr5Pznrwj7I/AAAAAAAAAFs/D8jrahJawYY/s320/IMG_1635.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5674060328777846706" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-SLSeCn9ITRE/Tr5Pyterh3I/AAAAAAAAAFk/tEP-zvB4Na8/s1600/374039_1547401262821_1768755110_760814_1003434719_n.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-SLSeCn9ITRE/Tr5Pyterh3I/AAAAAAAAAFk/tEP-zvB4Na8/s320/374039_1547401262821_1768755110_760814_1003434719_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5674060313153734514" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 180px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-6mVSKWyBWTM/Tr5PyQ5qTTI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/R2Jocq3R-e8/s1600/314567_2527340711955_1506540603_32756407_1629133949_n.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-6mVSKWyBWTM/Tr5PyQ5qTTI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/R2Jocq3R-e8/s320/314567_2527340711955_1506540603_32756407_1629133949_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5674060305482272050" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-xxDILA-YGck/Tr5PyYorBFI/AAAAAAAAAFI/Cu2mRnWaC3s/s1600/303279_1547400142793_1768755110_760812_1157443262_n.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-xxDILA-YGck/Tr5PyYorBFI/AAAAAAAAAFI/Cu2mRnWaC3s/s320/303279_1547400142793_1768755110_760812_1157443262_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5674060307558499410" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 180px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Ncfl4eJZ0bw/Tr5QnOEH45I/AAAAAAAAAGE/FefeGDl3yNE/s1600/IMG_1728.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Ncfl4eJZ0bw/Tr5QnOEH45I/AAAAAAAAAGE/FefeGDl3yNE/s320/IMG_1728.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5674061215253914514" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-b77UYoHia9A/Tr5QmgueThI/AAAAAAAAAF4/CimB4PY0wy8/s1600/IMG_1727.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-b77UYoHia9A/Tr5QmgueThI/AAAAAAAAAF4/CimB4PY0wy8/s320/IMG_1727.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5674061203083513362" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;^^ oh look don't we match so well. LOL&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;funnest day i've had in a while, went on all the rides and it was so much fun. luna park is shit if you have no one, but with friends its great.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;hahahehaehaehe me and mich took a few vids while up in the ferris wheel, so i might put that up later if i feel like it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;what else happened in october? i dunno, lots of things. i just can't remember them all :/&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;so many pictures in this post, sorry. (well not really, pictures are nice)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i'll probably post up again tomorrow with more pictures from my ipod as well as whats been happening in november and shit, but in the mean time, listen to this song:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=OKSdtVSvXlI"&gt;Drug Dealer - Sunshine State&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;its like, the cutest song ever omg HAHA. listen to the lyrics closely. its so funny omg. i dont know what i'd do if that happened to me hahahahhahahahaa.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3861412252693849465-775934961988524731?l=toffee-nat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://toffee-nat.blogspot.com/feeds/775934961988524731/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://toffee-nat.blogspot.com/2011/11/oh-hay.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3861412252693849465/posts/default/775934961988524731'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3861412252693849465/posts/default/775934961988524731'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toffee-nat.blogspot.com/2011/11/oh-hay.html' title='oh hay.'/><author><name>★supernat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01431410139191202067</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HEqUMk1JXMU/Sm0EYLu6TAI/AAAAAAAAAA0/AV7X5nQZ-xk/S220/CIMG1573.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-sKawHZgerX8/Tr5LUKyYxQI/AAAAAAAAAE8/VmPS1tScfzw/s72-c/untitled3.PNG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3861412252693849465.post-7102241654078561152</id><published>2011-09-23T04:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-23T04:43:50.048-07:00</updated><title type='text'>should've, could've, would've.</title><content type='html'>im sure everyone on my blog already knows that most of my blog titles dont make sense and have no relation to anything. yeah. just putting it out there :L&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;had exam week woohoo. thank god its finished.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;monday: english + geo, english was alright i guess wasn't too bad, geo was kinda annoying but whatever&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;tuesday: science + commerce, WTFUCK SCIENCE. THANKS. commerce was fine&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;wednesday: maths, was fine- whatever. went town hall and shizz with mich after and we ate crepes again (it's now our tradition) and i bought lotsa makeup 8D so happy. got 2 eyeshadow palettes, liquid liner, lipstick, eyeliner pencil, and mascara woohoo&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;thursday: had the day off, went around city with people before taking caps pics with celine (which is now another tradition for every significant year or something because we took it with just us two in year 7 and now in year 10, and later year 12)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;friday:  woohoo thats today. i went around hurstville for a bit before the exam, pd was easy and i went meetfresh and rice cakes after the exam.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;im bored, holidays wont be too fun :( got so much tutoring on and i gotta study ipt boo&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3861412252693849465-7102241654078561152?l=toffee-nat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://toffee-nat.blogspot.com/feeds/7102241654078561152/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://toffee-nat.blogspot.com/2011/09/shouldve-couldve-wouldve.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3861412252693849465/posts/default/7102241654078561152'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3861412252693849465/posts/default/7102241654078561152'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toffee-nat.blogspot.com/2011/09/shouldve-couldve-wouldve.html' title='should&apos;ve, could&apos;ve, would&apos;ve.'/><author><name>★supernat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01431410139191202067</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HEqUMk1JXMU/Sm0EYLu6TAI/AAAAAAAAAA0/AV7X5nQZ-xk/S220/CIMG1573.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3861412252693849465.post-1913030729614446208</id><published>2011-09-17T03:39:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-17T03:57:12.332-07:00</updated><title type='text'>i hate you i hate you i hate you i hate you.</title><content type='html'>i hate people who give one worded replies when i bother to say at least a full sentence. i hate it when it feels like a one sided conversation. i hate it when ARGHHH JUST SAY SOMETHING MORE THAN 'lol' BEFORE I KICK YOU IN THE FACE. don't expect me to try to talk to you ever again!&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;okay whatever, that was just my rant. asdfghj&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;start of exams was on thursdayyy! went hurstville that day with tracey with the full intention to 'study' at the library but we ended up spending shitloads on food.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;for lunch we went to the korean restaurant (we were gonna go to the jap one, but it wasn't open) and i got kimchi soup (again)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;after that we went library, and i brought like.. a cockatail bun and a tiramisu so that i wouldn't die during studying. i get hungry when i study.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;we were at the library from 12 - 4ish and i guess like.. a max off two hours were used on studying :L we crashed into merrilyn there.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;went maddie's after that for scones and tea because we're high class like that.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;woke up late on friday and rang up celine around 12 to go out to hurstville and cityy. we ended up missing all our buses, so i went to padstow to catch it with her and my god. i love 'm' buses. like the ones that go m91, m90 etc. i love them. they have limo backs i swear. so cool.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;went hurstville library againnnn at about 2? saw helen, lydia and eva. studied (not really) for 2 hours ish and then left for the city to get ricecakes from the chinatown market :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i love those rice cakes i swear, so yummy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;today i had swimming, didnt bother going hurstville today like i normally do (because i've been too many times this week) and had a family bbq at home. it was niceeee, perfect weather today.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i still need to finish geography notes D;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3861412252693849465-1913030729614446208?l=toffee-nat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://toffee-nat.blogspot.com/feeds/1913030729614446208/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://toffee-nat.blogspot.com/2011/09/i-hate-you-i-hate-you-i-hate-you-i-hate.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3861412252693849465/posts/default/1913030729614446208'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3861412252693849465/posts/default/1913030729614446208'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toffee-nat.blogspot.com/2011/09/i-hate-you-i-hate-you-i-hate-you-i-hate.html' title='i hate you i hate you i hate you i hate you.'/><author><name>★supernat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01431410139191202067</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HEqUMk1JXMU/Sm0EYLu6TAI/AAAAAAAAAA0/AV7X5nQZ-xk/S220/CIMG1573.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3861412252693849465.post-6079778413368638817</id><published>2011-09-12T05:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-13T02:57:07.435-07:00</updated><title type='text'>heehee.</title><content type='html'>so anyway exam week is coming up (for me anyway, to everyone else it's right now :L) and im studying my ass off.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;not really. ive been super procrastinate-y lately and rather than studying i've been thinking about what to do during the summer holidays.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;it's a long way away i know, but i can still dream D; plus this spring is starting off kinda sucky. i mean we had better weather during the end of winter! i could walk around school in my summer uniform and not put on my jumper on all day. NOW IT'S LIKE FUCK ITS COLD, NEED JUMPER, NEED STOCKINGS OR SOMETHING.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;anyway i bought my formal dress on saturday 8D yeah thats right&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;if anyones getting a dress from bardot, tell me first so i can make sure you dont get my one!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;but anyway i ended up spending 100+ on that day because bardot was having a sale and i ended up with a leather vest as well (whoohoo) which i love. yeah. thats right baby 100 bucks ---&amp;gt; 25 bucks is a pretty good deal if you ask me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;heeee i love my dress &amp;lt;3 it's so pretty. and i love it. and i'm probably going to have to work on my stomach if i plan to look good in it because it's kinda body hugging.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;dararararararahhh. tomorrows last day of school before exam leave starts (whoohoo)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3861412252693849465-6079778413368638817?l=toffee-nat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://toffee-nat.blogspot.com/feeds/6079778413368638817/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://toffee-nat.blogspot.com/2011/09/heehee.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3861412252693849465/posts/default/6079778413368638817'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3861412252693849465/posts/default/6079778413368638817'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toffee-nat.blogspot.com/2011/09/heehee.html' title='heehee.'/><author><name>★supernat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01431410139191202067</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HEqUMk1JXMU/Sm0EYLu6TAI/AAAAAAAAAA0/AV7X5nQZ-xk/S220/CIMG1573.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3861412252693849465.post-8930389434716277691</id><published>2011-09-08T01:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-08T01:38:16.000-07:00</updated><title type='text'>strike, struck, strook,</title><content type='html'>i dont even know if strook is a word. whatever.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;anyway it was strike day today and i was originally planning to do the following:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- sleep in til midday&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- finish math notes + start on eng notes + do some ipt&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- paint my nails&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i did 2 out of the 3? guess which one i excluded :L&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;to be fair its only 6.28 and i've done all the faily internet shit i usually have to do, so i have nothing left except to study right? yeah 8D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;anyway woooo i painted my nails! i rarely ever paint them now, because i always want to wait until it is in perfect shape to paint them, but a nail will always break or something before i have the chance. or i just dont have time.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;so what'd i do instead? i just chopped all my nails super short and into their natural shape so i could paint them. yayyyyy haven't had rounded nails in over a year by now&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;heheheheehhe productive day is productive.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i had instant noodles for lunch (no surprise there) but its not because i have nothing else to eat (well kinda) but because i actually want to eat it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;whoohoo&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i need to study omg. i study in random bouts, i can go weeks without even touching my books and then spend one week spending every minute cramming shit into my brain. and i have a short attention span. and i get distracted. and i get hungry. and i get bored. and i get tired.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and then i just dont feel like doing work :L&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3861412252693849465-8930389434716277691?l=toffee-nat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://toffee-nat.blogspot.com/feeds/8930389434716277691/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://toffee-nat.blogspot.com/2011/09/strike-struck-strook.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3861412252693849465/posts/default/8930389434716277691'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3861412252693849465/posts/default/8930389434716277691'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toffee-nat.blogspot.com/2011/09/strike-struck-strook.html' title='strike, struck, strook,'/><author><name>★supernat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01431410139191202067</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HEqUMk1JXMU/Sm0EYLu6TAI/AAAAAAAAAA0/AV7X5nQZ-xk/S220/CIMG1573.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3861412252693849465.post-8363896946158878699</id><published>2011-09-04T04:32:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-04T05:19:51.621-07:00</updated><title type='text'>rice balls.</title><content type='html'>i dont know why ive been eating so many rice balls lately (well rice sticks, its hard to eat as a triangle cause rice goes everywehere, and oh my god its just easier as a stick). they've become my new breakfast. well not really because i've been eating croissants for the past few days so.. i dunno&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;my breakfast changes every week i swear. and normally it'll stick with that breakfast for a week or so. so this week was.. croissants. which i shouldnt be eating so much of anyway. this week will probably be rice sticks or steamed buns i guess.. depending on how much time i have :L&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;anyway the past few days have been pretty eventful. on friday we had legacy (which is impossible to sell btw) and that was a pretty shitty day until around the time we finished collecting. me, mich, celine and gemma went karaoke after and my voice was all hoarse after :(&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;but it was fun, HAHA i swear everytime i'm at that place i always get told off by the guy working there for standing on the couches.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;which i know i shouldnt do, but it's so much more fun, and theres not a lot of space to dance and play on the floor without hitting your leg against a table or something.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;after that went for lamb sticks (which i havent had since foreverrr) and some spicy rice cakes&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;on saturday.. i went hursty :D t omeet up with celine and peony. didn't end up buying my lovely wedges because i didn't like them anymore (well i kinda do, i just dont like the platform)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;oh well, money saved hooray.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;we didn't do much cause i had to leave by 3 and celine had to leave after like. 20 minutes of meeting HAHA&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;whatever, we went into cotton on body and played around. omg seriously, they have the cutest bras ever. but they never have my size. fml.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;so yeah me and celine found this bra that we really liked, it was pink and plack with these felt hearts on it and omg it was so cute, so we both tried on that one. it does nothing. makes my boobs look smaller than normal arghh&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and then we tried on one of thos EXTREME BOOST UPS for fun. HAHAHAH IT WAS MEANT TO ADD 2 CUPS.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;it didn't do much to me, it made 'em look bigger but like. not two cups :( it madee celines boobs huge though ahhahahahahaa. probs didnt work for me because it wasn't my sizeee&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;funniest thing was that if someone punched your boob, you probably wouldn't even realised. we spent like 5 minutes punching each otehrs boobs and laughing. seriously it's like punching a cushion.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;hrmm sunday. sunday is today. today is fathers day. happy fathers day i guess.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i don't really celebrate the fathers/mothers day and stuff other than repeating the 'happy ___ day' a bajillion times.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;but anyway i went running this morning. weird right? i normally hate exercise and my sleep comes about pretty much everything. but yeah i went running this morning with tracey at the big ass foot ball field in riverwood. i almost slipped down the hill twice because it was so wet.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and my chucks got all disgusting and dirty :( so we ran around a few times, but honestly. half the time we were talking about random shit and sitting down HAHA.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and this old man kept taking pictures, so.. weird.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;blargh blargh blargh had lunch at grandmas/uncles and man was that a long lunch. i was there fore pretty much 7 hours.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;it was a bbq to celebrate my uncle finishing refurnishing his house which conveniently coincides with fathers day (which isn't all that new, since my grandmas place is a town house and before, my grandparents lived on that side while i lived on the other side, but when i moved, they moved to our side and rented the other space)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;but anyway, we had beef.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;like you know how in all those cartoons, theres a pig on this stick and it's revolving around above a fire? yeah i had that. except it was a baby cow. scared the shit out of me when i saw a dead carcass of a cow lying on the verandah.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;huhu, it took 7 hours to cook the entire freaking cow. it was a pretty big baby cow okay? we just cut off the cooked bits of it and ate that while the rest of it cooked. and it was pretty nasty watching it get cooked because everytime it would spin around, it's liver and intestines or SOMETHING kept moving up and down. it was pretty nasty; it was all browny-red and it looked like a ball of thick tubes tied together in an impossible knot. kinda like how my earphones are always knotted in the morning.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;well anyway, it was good :L really good actually, i wish i had more.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;hehe well that was my giant post of the week (whut nat, what happened to just making short random posts several times of the week)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3861412252693849465-8363896946158878699?l=toffee-nat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://toffee-nat.blogspot.com/feeds/8363896946158878699/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://toffee-nat.blogspot.com/2011/09/rice-balls.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3861412252693849465/posts/default/8363896946158878699'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3861412252693849465/posts/default/8363896946158878699'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toffee-nat.blogspot.com/2011/09/rice-balls.html' title='rice balls.'/><author><name>★supernat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01431410139191202067</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HEqUMk1JXMU/Sm0EYLu6TAI/AAAAAAAAAA0/AV7X5nQZ-xk/S220/CIMG1573.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3861412252693849465.post-8954261013484877711</id><published>2011-08-30T05:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-30T06:01:12.048-07:00</updated><title type='text'>boy i like the way you talk, talk</title><content type='html'>i keep singing that stupid song.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;boy i like the way you talk talk dah dah dah dah love love, my baby boooooo&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;well anyway whatsup, i have nothing much to say. did i announce that i have two more birds now?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;no? i dont think i did.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;well now you know. i have two more birds, so now i have 4 birds (because 2 + 2 = 4).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2 males and 2 females, so hopefully i'll have cute little baby birdies by the end of the year. gawd they're so adorable; the new ones i mean&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;they're so tiny and cute and oh my god it actually lets me TOUCH IT. far out my other ones hate people or something.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;anyway one of them is a really pretty blue, and the other one is like. full on yellow. it's like a canary or something i swear to god, freaking highlighter yellow all over. it's so bright.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;haven't named them yet, so i guess you can give in suggestions (or i can just continue calling them all baby)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i like sleeping; well i don't really like sleeping, there's not much to like about it other than the fact that it makes me look healthier in general. but i like it when i'm just lying in bed and thinking about random shit&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i like waking up naturally (and not having a dictator of an alarm clock to wake me) and knowing that i don't have to fucking get up otherwise i'd miss my train and end up late to school (which is highly crucial because my train is the one that arrives to school just on time or barely late HAHA)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;on the rare days that i actually can freaking sleep in, i wake up at like. 12 or something, and it takes me an hour or two to actually get out of the bed. yeah.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i also like not getting changed after a shower HAHAHAAHAHA&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;so thats why people complain about me taking 2 hour showers or something. i just sit there in a towel or bathrobe and play on my ipod. yeah i'm cool. it's really freaking warm okay?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;talking about warm, the weather is warming up. which is a good thing because this means i dont have to keep handwashing my stockings! whoopee!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;it's getting all warm again meaning mossies in math again :( :( :(&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;ESPECIALLY MAKARS ROOM. LIKE WTF, HAVING MAKAR IS ALREADY BAD ENOUGH, AND YOU GIVE US THE MOSSIE INFESTED ROOM TOO? THANKS. THANKS A LOT.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and exams are coming up omgg. i actually like my exam timetable (i normally do though since i have less subjects that have exams) and i have 3 days off this time. whoopee!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;love exam leave HAHA they make me look forward to exams (kinda)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i always eat and spend shit loads of money during exam time i swear. but this time i'm planning to go hunt down formal shit during the time i have off because after that i won't have as much time :(&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;whyy? stupid ipt. totally regret taking it now.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;my baby boooooo my love is trueeeee&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3861412252693849465-8954261013484877711?l=toffee-nat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://toffee-nat.blogspot.com/feeds/8954261013484877711/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://toffee-nat.blogspot.com/2011/08/boy-i-like-way-you-talk-talk.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3861412252693849465/posts/default/8954261013484877711'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3861412252693849465/posts/default/8954261013484877711'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toffee-nat.blogspot.com/2011/08/boy-i-like-way-you-talk-talk.html' title='boy i like the way you talk, talk'/><author><name>★supernat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01431410139191202067</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HEqUMk1JXMU/Sm0EYLu6TAI/AAAAAAAAAA0/AV7X5nQZ-xk/S220/CIMG1573.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3861412252693849465.post-8446908152147968529</id><published>2011-08-27T05:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-27T05:54:37.078-07:00</updated><title type='text'>infection.</title><content type='html'>i was gonna name this post virus, but seems like i've already done a post named that .__. oh well, viruses have nothing to do with my ear infection anyway. stupid studs, i thought you loved me.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;anyway i've noticed i have a horrid hate for anything that goes to my knee length. gawddamn, they just look so unflattering on me. too bad im gonna have to wear one tomorrow anyway, but gawsh. after tomorrow, hopefully never again. please.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;or maybe i'll just wear slacks. yeah. that might be better.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;yeah i just hate knee length things.. and mid calf things..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;yeah i just like things that are a few inches off my knee and maybe a few things that are floor length, but mainly short things. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;..slut!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;no i kid, its just that knee length doesn't work on me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;where the hell am i going with this post?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div 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title='infection.'/><author><name>★supernat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01431410139191202067</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HEqUMk1JXMU/Sm0EYLu6TAI/AAAAAAAAAA0/AV7X5nQZ-xk/S220/CIMG1573.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3861412252693849465.post-1766641861114442459</id><published>2011-08-24T06:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-24T06:14:55.755-07:00</updated><title type='text'>shit, sorry.</title><content type='html'>for not posting up much.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i'll post more now dw :L i have more time now. although i won't do super duper long posts like i used to do, they're gonna be more short i guess.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;but more often and thats what everybody wants 8D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;so anyway i got ipt results today, 86% and although a lot of people say thats pretty shit or something, i'm so happy about it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i started off at rank 18 out of 21 for my class alright, so getting that mark makes me really happyyyy :L i used to be getting low 60s for tests heheheh.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;eesh, and i'm catching a cold too. i wasn't wearing a jumper for pretty much ALL of today and yesterday, so it's kind of understandable. haha i'm all sniffly and stuff.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3861412252693849465-1766641861114442459?l=toffee-nat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://toffee-nat.blogspot.com/feeds/1766641861114442459/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HEqUMk1JXMU/Sm0EYLu6TAI/AAAAAAAAAA0/AV7X5nQZ-xk/S220/CIMG1573.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3861412252693849465.post-8727193498603709019</id><published>2011-08-11T20:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-11T21:03:06.418-07:00</updated><title type='text'>i cant think of a title.</title><content type='html'>well anyway, i havent blogged in a month (oops) but i have several reasons (or excuses, whatever) for that.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i just don't have time. well.. i do, i'd just rather spend that time on other shit other than blogspot, because yeah. sorry blogspot, you're not that high on my priority list.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i got the day off today because i got a trial for ipt on monday, and i really should be studying, but.. meh.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i'll study later.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i had a sleep in today, it was really nice considering the lack of sleep i've had for the past few days (ARGGHH I HATE YOU SCHOOL) and i made lunch (instant noodles per usual) and now i'm on the computer.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;huhuhu, i'm tired again. far out i hate doing the previous tests for ipt. when i look up the sample answers i'm just like 'wtf is this shit you serious, i'm not writing an essay for a 2 mark question'&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;it's like the board of studies is trying to kill me with words or something. or to get me to expand on the answer or some shit when i really don't have to. i mean like, it says that the information is sent to the IPS, but in the answer it goes on about the police and fines?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;LIKE YEAH. I KNOW THAT PERSON WILL GET A FINE FOR SPEEDING BUT YOU DIDN'T TELL ME TO WRITE ABOUT THAT FUCK YOU.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;so now when i mark my own tests, i'm rather generous. because i don't get why i have to do all the extra shit, when it doesnt tell me i have to. like wtf why would i bother gawd.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3861412252693849465-8727193498603709019?l=toffee-nat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://toffee-nat.blogspot.com/feeds/8727193498603709019/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://toffee-nat.blogspot.com/2011/08/i-cant-think-of-title.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3861412252693849465/posts/default/8727193498603709019'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3861412252693849465/posts/default/8727193498603709019'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toffee-nat.blogspot.com/2011/08/i-cant-think-of-title.html' title='i cant think of a title.'/><author><name>★supernat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01431410139191202067</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HEqUMk1JXMU/Sm0EYLu6TAI/AAAAAAAAAA0/AV7X5nQZ-xk/S220/CIMG1573.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3861412252693849465.post-2217969777324252249</id><published>2011-07-19T04:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-19T05:07:41.313-07:00</updated><title type='text'>its getting cold again.</title><content type='html'>huhu; why is it suddenly so cold? it's raining and bleurgh. really cold. if anyone was wondering i accomplished nil on monday hahaa. educational wise. instant noodles, sleeping in, drama and stuff was easily accomplished.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;so i guess that's not a total failure right?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;firstday back today, and ended up on the 8.05 with tracey and celine (it's starting to become our normal train now haha) and yeah. while i was on the train, i realised how scratched up my ipod screen protector was. whoops; it was from the zipper of my bag. i kinda chucked it in there (i'm not really being careful enough am i :L) when i was running out of the house so yeah. it's all good, it's just a screen protector. real thing and i would've screamed. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;lesson learnt, don't chuck important shit into your bag.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;school was fine, i spent commerce swooning over cute guys me and celine looked up and playing angry birds instead of doing our project but whatever :L i can do my part later it's fine.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i had pe last i didnt bother with stockings. gawd, why'd i do that? it was mothereffing freezing. asdfgh and today was colder than normal too.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and then on the train celine suggested to go to the icecream place in padstow because the last time we came there they had peanut butter fudge flavoured icecream, but that time we ordered churros  (fell asleep and they couldn't wake me up in time for riverwood) so we didn't bother with icecream.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;churros were really nice btw :L really big and yummy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;anyway so got off at padstown ad went to the store and got a scoop of chocolate choc chip and peanut butter fudge.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;shit mannn ccc was super sweet but it was really really nice. peanut butter fudge was a let down though :( not enough peanut butter and fudgeyness.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;so we ended up getting another two scoops, this time rochella and donatella (it sounds like the dude from TMNT)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;turns out it was ferrero rocher and nutella respectively :L OMGGGG NUTELLA ICECREAM. SO GOOD. IM GONNA ORDER THAT FROM NOW ON. SO NICE HAHAA.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;the store had this really classy restaurant style music in the bg, so me and celine started pretending that we were on a first date and started talking about cats. and dogs. in a kind of dirty way, if you can work it out ahahahaha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;brrrrr. people walking past us gave us really weird looks though.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;hooooo it's cold i need to grab myself a pair of boots or something.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3861412252693849465-2217969777324252249?l=toffee-nat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://toffee-nat.blogspot.com/feeds/2217969777324252249/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://toffee-nat.blogspot.com/2011/07/its-getting-cold-again.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3861412252693849465/posts/default/2217969777324252249'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3861412252693849465/posts/default/2217969777324252249'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toffee-nat.blogspot.com/2011/07/its-getting-cold-again.html' title='its getting cold again.'/><author><name>★supernat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01431410139191202067</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HEqUMk1JXMU/Sm0EYLu6TAI/AAAAAAAAAA0/AV7X5nQZ-xk/S220/CIMG1573.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3861412252693849465.post-5209448226893685960</id><published>2011-07-16T23:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-17T01:26:08.256-07:00</updated><title type='text'>monday-day-day-day.</title><content type='html'>since i'm not allowed anywhere on monday, i've decided to make a list of shit to do, since everyone else is watching hp, or.. i dunno. out.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;on monday i'm going to sleep in, since i haven't really done that lately (even though it's holidays D:) wake up whenever i want, catch up on city hunter (maybe 1 or 2 eps), eat instant ramen with cheez (it's nice okay; you should try it), cut my nails, do a bit of ipt, do that stupid math booklet for makar, make notes for the next math test (whatever topic that is), and do the photo album for mum. heehoo.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i honestly doubt i'd end up doing that much because what? i'll wake up at 12, make lunch and watch drama for ages, and then end up going around on the internets until i'm bored and have to sleep. instead of 1 or 2 eps, it'd probably end up at 4 or something :L no biggie, i need to catch up anyway.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;hmm, shit. i just coughed water all over the place. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3861412252693849465-5209448226893685960?l=toffee-nat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://toffee-nat.blogspot.com/feeds/5209448226893685960/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://toffee-nat.blogspot.com/2011/07/monday-day-day-day.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3861412252693849465/posts/default/5209448226893685960'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3861412252693849465/posts/default/5209448226893685960'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toffee-nat.blogspot.com/2011/07/monday-day-day-day.html' title='monday-day-day-day.'/><author><name>★supernat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01431410139191202067</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HEqUMk1JXMU/Sm0EYLu6TAI/AAAAAAAAAA0/AV7X5nQZ-xk/S220/CIMG1573.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3861412252693849465.post-2123160664617659726</id><published>2011-07-16T05:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-16T06:00:33.008-07:00</updated><title type='text'>chilli and garlic soy sauce.</title><content type='html'>yeah i love pepper lunch :L so much. i want to go back there all the time, and i crave it so much i'm not even kidding.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;anyway quick jump back through the past few days. on wednesday i went to campsie before my tutor class to eat and shop around with her. gosh, i wish i lived there. seriously, i just wish i lived somewhere with people. and shops everywhere. and lots of restaurants and shopping places and just packed up.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i mean living in a quiet suburb is real nice and stuff, but it's kinda lonely i guess. and i kind of hate a lot of people since i went primary school with them hurr.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;anyway we ate kbbq and gosh. since it was our first time there, we figured we'd order two things: dumpling soup and bulbogi (beef)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;gawd; if we had just ordered the beef, i think i would've been delightfully full til dinner. but nooo we ordered two, and the dumpling bowl was huge.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and we got bowls of rise, lots of lettuce, and a lot of side dishes. it's nice yeah. the meat anyway, didn't really like the dumplings, but i was so full after eating i swear.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and i ended up 40 minutes late to tutoring anyway. oh well :L doesn't matter too much cause we weren't doing that much that lesson anyway.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;hmm thursday. amy c and mich came my place to do the RAP report, which really didn't end up getting done anyway because we just weren't in 'that' mood. so we baked brownies and tried to learn how to skateboard.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i took my brother's skateboard and we headed outside and rode around. it is not easy okay, and it doesn't help that i have shit balance and we were on a road with holes and not much of an incline.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;friday went out to movies freezing in the cold. fuck you weather; i look out my window and it's sunny and nice and overall good. so i decide to wear a skirt. and a tanktop. and a not so thick jacket.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;walk outside and far out, i'm flippin' freezing and it rains. whats with that? ended up running in the rain and getting my flats all wet too, and my jackets still wet.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;heehoo, i got my ipod case too. i'll probably get another one sometime soon too because this ones a bit dark now that i think about it. i got a black one :D with lots of gems stuck all over it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;but they're not shiny or sparkly or anything so :( i like blingy stuff, i'm such a pidgeon i swear. i'll head out to paddy's the next time i'm free i guess, and check out brighter, shinier cases hehe.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;hyuuuuuu. today i had tutor and i moved up a class! heeheeehoohee. i'm gonna be second class, and this works out perfectly since i have english right after (my eng time changed and i was gonna drop it cause it's too much of a hassle to go around) and my saturdays are free.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;FINALLY. I HATE HAVING CLASSES ON THE WEEKENDS WHY. so annoying, i missed out on so much stuff because of my current class :( and i came to class smelling like chlorine, cause i do swimming that day too.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;hmm. i need money.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3861412252693849465-2123160664617659726?l=toffee-nat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://toffee-nat.blogspot.com/feeds/2123160664617659726/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://toffee-nat.blogspot.com/2011/07/chilli-and-garlic-soy-sauce.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3861412252693849465/posts/default/2123160664617659726'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3861412252693849465/posts/default/2123160664617659726'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toffee-nat.blogspot.com/2011/07/chilli-and-garlic-soy-sauce.html' title='chilli and garlic soy sauce.'/><author><name>★supernat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01431410139191202067</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HEqUMk1JXMU/Sm0EYLu6TAI/AAAAAAAAAA0/AV7X5nQZ-xk/S220/CIMG1573.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3861412252693849465.post-7366582411045812588</id><published>2011-07-12T05:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-12T05:59:37.443-07:00</updated><title type='text'>the past two days.</title><content type='html'>just a quick update on what i've been doing:&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;monday i went early to hursty to get my hair cut, the lady there was super nice, she gave me a discount cause she knows me 8D anyway got my fringe and ends cut since i'm trying to grow out my layers.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;ooh damn, do i regret it now.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;well not really, cause it'll grow back but it feels so weird with short (shorter) hair now. she cut off a good 3-4 ish cms i guess, but im happy with my fringe. it's not too short, and that's good in my books.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;on the plus side, my hair feels a lot healthier and thicker at the ends now? i can't wait til my hair grows out long and i can swish it around while i run. yeah.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;after that i went city to meet up with a few people, played around in galaxy world for a while, meetfresh then karaoke :D good stuff.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;if you guys ever go galaxy world (cause it gets boring after a while) play the 'let's go jungle!' game and the pirate game.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;SO FUN HAHA. i was screaming a lot though, cause all the spiders and zombie pirates were gonna kill me. it has this love meter at the end that determines your love for the other person playing.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;so you should play with your s/o. and scream in their face.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;heeeee left early from karaoke cause i needed to get to class, and ended up 20 minutes late anyway, but it didn't really matter. my friend decided to ditch that day so i was all alone :(&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;it's okay though, our teacher bought chicken for us so i just sat around eating.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;todayyy. was in hursty this morning for an appointment. after that finished i went around the shops and then went to the korean restaurant me and tracey went to that one time for soup because i was craving it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;who knew eating alone would be so depressing? i was the only person by myself, and there were all these couples sitting around. it's all cool though, i left after half an hour or so, full and bloated.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;caught bus and got home to realise i have no keys. FUUUUUUUU&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;so i went over to my cousins because they have a spare. turns out no one was home. FUUUUUUx2&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;went over to my other cousins (if you've already noticed my entire family practically lives in the same suburb) and when i told him i had no keys he was like 'hahaha sucks to be you'&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;..and then said bye and closed the door.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;FUUUUUUUx3&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;so i went to the park near their place and played around there, hanging upside down. whoo all the blood to my head.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;anyway ended up walking to the other side of my suburb to go vinnies and salvos, didn't find much, but the entire place smelled like my grandma.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;got home after mum and bro got home and i've been bumming around since.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;yeah; my holidays have been pretty good :L&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3861412252693849465-7366582411045812588?l=toffee-nat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://toffee-nat.blogspot.com/feeds/7366582411045812588/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://toffee-nat.blogspot.com/2011/07/past-two-days.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3861412252693849465/posts/default/7366582411045812588'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3861412252693849465/posts/default/7366582411045812588'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toffee-nat.blogspot.com/2011/07/past-two-days.html' title='the past two days.'/><author><name>★supernat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01431410139191202067</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HEqUMk1JXMU/Sm0EYLu6TAI/AAAAAAAAAA0/AV7X5nQZ-xk/S220/CIMG1573.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3861412252693849465.post-3010230880699981935</id><published>2011-07-07T22:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-07T23:09:40.452-07:00</updated><title type='text'>my day planned out.</title><content type='html'>today's really nice and relaxing since im home all day, so it's really nice. i planned out everything for today, seriously :D&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- eat instant noodles&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- catch up on drama&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- do some ipt (cause im failing yo')&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- sleep&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;yayy i've done all that except ipt. oh well. that can wait, since my drama isn't loading.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;YOU KNOW WHY IT ISN'T LOADING? BECAUSE MY BROTHER LIKES TO TAKE UP THE FREAKING INTERNET.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;you know what he's doing? he's playing some stupid multi player game which connects over the internet and shit, and then on skype at the same time. motherfuuuuu&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;anyway, yesterday i got my new baby ;D oh my god i love it so much, my new ipod touch. it was a total bitch to get too, because they didn't stock in bankstown, so i had to take a bus back to hurstville and get it there. but anyway i'm happy :D :D :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i haven't actually done that much with it though, even though i've wanted it for ages. it's kinda just sitting there, i haven't worked out what to do with it yet :L&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3861412252693849465-3010230880699981935?l=toffee-nat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://toffee-nat.blogspot.com/feeds/3010230880699981935/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://toffee-nat.blogspot.com/2011/07/my-day-planned-out.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3861412252693849465/posts/default/3010230880699981935'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3861412252693849465/posts/default/3010230880699981935'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toffee-nat.blogspot.com/2011/07/my-day-planned-out.html' title='my day planned out.'/><author><name>★supernat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01431410139191202067</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HEqUMk1JXMU/Sm0EYLu6TAI/AAAAAAAAAA0/AV7X5nQZ-xk/S220/CIMG1573.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3861412252693849465.post-9106251728479897254</id><published>2011-07-05T05:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-05T05:47:36.345-07:00</updated><title type='text'>im such a poop head</title><content type='html'>honestly, i apologise to everyone who has to deal with me. IM SUCH A POOP HEAD. how the heck do people stand the smell of my head? i stink sooo bad. far out. im so hurt! why do i smell so much? so much that no perfume can save me. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i just thought of a good joke: &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- im stink so much, what can i do? perfume doesn't work!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- get a cat ! and make it angry!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-why?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-so you'll get purrrrr fume!  ...you know..fumes, angry. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i know im so lame right? it's okay im hot and sexy like that (oh and also very stinky).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;WHO LOVES MEEEEE? red bablobies. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;'dude, who loves ya? everything's gonna suck without you' &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;first person to guess which movie that quote is from, wins...A CYBER KISS! muah x &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;heh, first person to guess who is actually typing this post, wins... A REAL LIKE TOOTHPICK! go go go ! enter your guesses right now at; jello-glue.tumblr.com &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;enjoy! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;heh. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3861412252693849465-9106251728479897254?l=toffee-nat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://toffee-nat.blogspot.com/feeds/9106251728479897254/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://toffee-nat.blogspot.com/2011/07/im-such-poop-head.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3861412252693849465/posts/default/9106251728479897254'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3861412252693849465/posts/default/9106251728479897254'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toffee-nat.blogspot.com/2011/07/im-such-poop-head.html' title='im such a poop head'/><author><name>★supernat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01431410139191202067</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HEqUMk1JXMU/Sm0EYLu6TAI/AAAAAAAAAA0/AV7X5nQZ-xk/S220/CIMG1573.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3861412252693849465.post-5602907080490690162</id><published>2011-07-04T04:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-04T05:56:20.257-07:00</updated><title type='text'>ecstatricity.</title><content type='html'>i'm not even kidding when i say that the past 3 days have been really good for me. when i saw really good, i mean i was like. super happy. and it wasn't because of anything in particular, i just felt so happy. this term was kind of a bitch, so seeing how all my problems solved themselves by the end of term, it feels really nice to be on holiday, and not to have some kind of problem nagging at the back of my head.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i don't think anyone who reads my blog realises how freaking happy i am.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;but anyway, it's kinda wearing off now, but maybe little things will perk it back up huh?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i'm looking forward to these holidays; just hanging out with friends.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;LOLJK I HAVE MOTHERFUCKING TUTORING.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3861412252693849465-5602907080490690162?l=toffee-nat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://toffee-nat.blogspot.com/feeds/5602907080490690162/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://toffee-nat.blogspot.com/2011/07/ecstatricity.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3861412252693849465/posts/default/5602907080490690162'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3861412252693849465/posts/default/5602907080490690162'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toffee-nat.blogspot.com/2011/07/ecstatricity.html' title='ecstatricity.'/><author><name>★supernat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01431410139191202067</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HEqUMk1JXMU/Sm0EYLu6TAI/AAAAAAAAAA0/AV7X5nQZ-xk/S220/CIMG1573.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3861412252693849465.post-1260943082276842301</id><published>2011-06-24T02:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-24T03:13:59.270-07:00</updated><title type='text'>well, crap.</title><content type='html'>so i lost my train pass a few days ago, and you know. being me, i keep thinking that it'll show up eventually. nothing's lost forever! (except the shit you lose forever)&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;but anyway, for some reason they've totally upped all the police/checkers at central now, and i don't know why. WHY? WHY SO CONVENIENTLY WHEN I LOSE MY PASS?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;so today when i got off at riverwood station, there were these two police officers at the top of the stairs. this has happened before you know, not much you can do about it. sometimes they even have this giant black dog that sniffs everyone :L&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;every other time they didn't check me. why now huh? WHY NOW?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;so they asked me and tracey for our passes and we were like 'yeah okay'. inside my head i was panicking okay, i was all like 'shit oh my god' because you know, i don't have a bloody pass.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i went through my wallet and looked all flustered and freaked out and then suddenly i asked tracey if she saw me put my pass back in my wallet. she was like 'nooo' and then i kinda started saying that i must've left it on the train or something. then tracey was all like 'do you want me to call gemma?' cause she's on the train.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;but that.. yeah. so i said that she would've already gotten off by now and kept searching my bag and stuff.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;then the police were like 'have you been talked to about transport offences before?' and i said no, so they let me off since it was my first time (not really actually, this has happened before)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and yeah, walked off while complaining to tracey that this had happened before in year 7 (which it did) and yeah. as soon as i crossed the lights though, she called me and i ended up talking really fast about how i was scared they'd put me in jail or something :L&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i'm hoping that yeah, they did believe me. because you know; if they're there on monday i'm mothereffing dead.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;so yeah :( now i guess i have to get another pass. does anyone know how much it is? i really don't want to pay it either, because i kinda need the money so yeah.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;does anyone know how much they are? ._____.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3861412252693849465-1260943082276842301?l=toffee-nat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://toffee-nat.blogspot.com/feeds/1260943082276842301/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://toffee-nat.blogspot.com/2011/06/well-crap.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3861412252693849465/posts/default/1260943082276842301'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3861412252693849465/posts/default/1260943082276842301'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toffee-nat.blogspot.com/2011/06/well-crap.html' title='well, crap.'/><author><name>★supernat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01431410139191202067</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HEqUMk1JXMU/Sm0EYLu6TAI/AAAAAAAAAA0/AV7X5nQZ-xk/S220/CIMG1573.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3861412252693849465.post-8897371776420589376</id><published>2011-06-18T20:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-18T21:05:51.674-07:00</updated><title type='text'>bye bye birdy!</title><content type='html'>well one of my birds escaped. cool. the yellow one actually, which was kinda weird because it was the friendly one and seemed to be more 'i like humans' than the other one.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;funny thing is, we didn't even leave the bird cage open or some shit :L we left it outside so it could have a nice dose of sunlight, and then it just escaped through the feeding hole. which is absolutely freaking tiny okay? that bird must've been desperate.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i should've seen it coming though, because a few days earlier, the same bird escaped while we were inside the house and it was flying around like an idiot. so i guess it had this whole thing planned out. smart bird, it would escape one time to make sure the method actually worked, and when we left it outside, it'd escape for real.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;so smart i swear. and if you think about it, if it really wanted to escape that bad, then it would do that. so there's no point in me being upset or anything because it didn't even like me in the first place, and it obviously wanted to get the fuck out of there.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;not to mention, before the birds were given to my bro, the yellow one (the one that escaped) was found in his friend's garden, kinda limping because it had been on its own for ages. so i'm guessing it wanted all the freedom. it's like running away from home!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i feel bad for the remaining bird though, it has no one to stay with :( but it's okay, those two never really got along in the first place. they'd always be screeching at each other like crap.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;oh well. maybe i'll buy another bird. one that actually likes me and is nice or something because yeah.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i can understand why the bird flew away though. my bro neglected them like shit. barely fed them unless i told him to, and never cleaned them up. and now he's going around blaming everyone for not putting something to block the feeding hole (which has like a lid on top btw, so i applaud the bird for being so strong) even though he said that we should.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;well excuse me, WE think that it isn't needed, but if you think otherwise, go ahead and do it yourself. we're not your slaves or some shit, and our words aren't always the best, so if you think otherwise, do whatever the fuck you want. don't blame us for your own laziness.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;seriously, he has a freaking behaviour problem. everytime something happens, he will blame EVERYONE. not to mention he's a whiny little douchebag. yesterday we went gia hoi in bankstown because my mum and dad wanted to eat there (and i'm pretty indifferent to whatever we eat) and he was just sitting there moping and looking like he was about to cry because we weren't going to pho an (which i've been going to for the past 4 weeks, and i'm really sick of it now)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;dude, i didn't want to eat there either, but at least i have the decency to not start crying just because things didn't go my way. seriously wtfuck, we always go to the place you want to go, even if we don't want to eat it so be considerate of other people for once.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and then he always makes these crazy messes at home. he was making some food sometime and he cracked an egg on the floor and DIDNT EVEN BOTHER FUCKING CLEANING IT UP.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i didn't even know it was there until i almost slipped on it okay? it was in the middle of the kitchen floor too!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;you make a mess, you clean it up. you don't leave it until i almost slip on it and tell you to clean it up. not to mention all he said was 'i'll clean it later'&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;NO. FUCK. NO. ARE YOU DUMB? someone can slip on that shit and it's disgusting! a freaking egg is on the floor and you just leave it there? are you dumb?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and him and eggs. FAR OUT WHY DO YOU PISS ME OFF SO MUCH. he doesn't like the yolk of an egg yeah? but he likes fried egg. so he makes fried egg all the freaking time, but he always chucks out the yolk.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;wtf man, waste of food. if you don't like it, just put it in a bowl, put glad wrap on it, and i will fucking eat it later or something. geezus, you don't just chuck it in the bin like nothing. fuck you no. you save it for someone else who can eat it for you or something. or suck it up and eat it yourself. or just NOT EAT THE EGG AT ALL OKAY.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i come home to the smell of soy sauce every day man. why? because he drenches the eggs in them okay. and when he finishes the stuff and dumps it in the kitchen, theres a giant puddle of soy sauce on the plate anyway. are you kidding me? you don't need that much okay. he has like. a freaking addiction to salt or something, and i know that a lot of you guys tell me i have one too :L but it's not that bad compared to him.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;everything is shit loads of salt. he's worse than me okay.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and then every motherfucking friday. there's his stupid ass friends over. and you know what? i come home and far out all of them are yelling and screaming and making humongous messes. they're so freaking annoying i swear. i came home last friday and there were shoes in the middle of the kitchen, as well as someones shirt. WTFUCK ARE YOU GUYS EVEN DOING OH MY GOD DIE.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i came into my study and i couldn't even open the door because some idiot shoved a heater in front of the door as a 'barricade'&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;YOU DUMBSHIT KIDS, THIS IS MY STUDY TOO, GTFO AND FUCKING SHOVE THE DUMBASS HEATER YOU IDIOTS.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;freaking tv is on max volume and they mad the swing chair fall over 3 times. the hell are you kids doing? are you trying to break it or some shit? its not a toy, it's a motherfucking chair. you sit. YOU DON'T JUMP ON IT AND ATTACK EACH OTHER OR SOME STUPID SHIT LIKE THAT.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;they even went into my room and fucked it up. all my toys were lying everywhere around the house and when i told them to clean it up?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;'CLEAN IT UP YOUSELF, ITS YOUR TOYS'&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;...excuse me?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;fuck you kids. you made the mess. you're not even allowed in my room okay? and you made a mess in my room and when i tell you to clean it up, you tell me to do it myself? i will upperhook your face okay?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i'm considering telling my mum to tell him to not bring friends over so often, because it's seriously such a mess to clean up. and it's every friday afternoon okay? and he tells them to come over on other random days as well, and i'm just like 'why? you saw him YESTERDAY.'&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;they make so much noise and they're always in the study, so i can't actually concentrate or anything.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and even though i complain about him heaps and sound like a complete bitch, everyone kinda knows that i don't talk to him :L and that i shouldn't even hate him because there's a lack of communication.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i don't talk to him because it frustrates me to talk to him. and he doesn't respect me, even though i'm 3 years older. when he's not being a douchebag and respects me, i'll bother talking.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3861412252693849465-8897371776420589376?l=toffee-nat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://toffee-nat.blogspot.com/feeds/8897371776420589376/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://toffee-nat.blogspot.com/2011/06/bye-bye-birdy.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3861412252693849465/posts/default/8897371776420589376'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3861412252693849465/posts/default/8897371776420589376'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toffee-nat.blogspot.com/2011/06/bye-bye-birdy.html' title='bye bye birdy!'/><author><name>★supernat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01431410139191202067</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HEqUMk1JXMU/Sm0EYLu6TAI/AAAAAAAAAA0/AV7X5nQZ-xk/S220/CIMG1573.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3861412252693849465.post-2123271907767484695</id><published>2011-06-16T05:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-16T05:47:11.741-07:00</updated><title type='text'>so it's my birthday today.</title><content type='html'>so thankyou to everyone who said happy birthday, because you really made my day. all of you.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i'm kinda happy i can finally say 'i'm 15' if anyone asks me how old i am, because i always feel that little bit weird when i say 'oh yeah, i'm 14' to someone who's one grade above me, but seems like 3 years older. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;that sounds kind of stupid, sorry.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;anyway, i had a really good day, so thankyou. really. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div 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today.'/><author><name>★supernat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01431410139191202067</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HEqUMk1JXMU/Sm0EYLu6TAI/AAAAAAAAAA0/AV7X5nQZ-xk/S220/CIMG1573.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3861412252693849465.post-677543205790743646</id><published>2011-06-12T21:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-12T21:48:15.387-07:00</updated><title type='text'>burn the book.</title><content type='html'>seriously. burn my text book. kill me nao.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i'm hour two into studying and i feel like im going to die. it feels like i've done HEAPS, but nooo, its only fucking 15 pages. screw you book!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;everytime i hit a point where i can go crazy and skip a lot of pages because it's just examples, i do a little happy dance. in my mind of course, my brother and his friend is in the stupid study room with me playing dota or some shit and making a lot of noise. far out, i told him that i was gonna be studying like shit on monday and not to bring people over, but no, that son of a bitch, he just had to bring his stupid friend over when that same friend was her like.. 3 days ago on friday, and make a crap load of noise and drive me nuts. i'm going to go crazy i swear.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;when he has tests, i'm gonna have everyone over for a SLEEPOVER. HA. STUFF YOU. MAKE NOISE WHEN I'M STUDYING, I'LL MAKE YOU PAY.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i'm on page 275, meaning.. i dunno. 85 pages to go? fuck this man i'm not gonna make it, who do i think i'm kidding. last time i did 100 pages within a WEEK. not two days.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;anyway i'll update later about how i'm going :(&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;hour 1: 10&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;hour 2 (i still have 13 minutes left..): 16 pages&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;(whoo! look! i'm accelerating!)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3861412252693849465-677543205790743646?l=toffee-nat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://toffee-nat.blogspot.com/feeds/677543205790743646/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://toffee-nat.blogspot.com/2011/06/burn-book.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3861412252693849465/posts/default/677543205790743646'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3861412252693849465/posts/default/677543205790743646'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toffee-nat.blogspot.com/2011/06/burn-book.html' title='burn the book.'/><author><name>★supernat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01431410139191202067</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HEqUMk1JXMU/Sm0EYLu6TAI/AAAAAAAAAA0/AV7X5nQZ-xk/S220/CIMG1573.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3861412252693849465.post-8388349194665583512</id><published>2011-06-12T05:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-12T06:13:54.094-07:00</updated><title type='text'>shoppinggg.</title><content type='html'>yeah i ended up shopping in the end, instead of cramming for ipt. oh well, it's all good.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i went miranda, but far out i didn't have enough time to look around the entire place! i only had an hour, so i only got through the top level. (miranda is fucking huge okay, their stores are all spaced around and i take forever to shop)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;if you were wondering what i got, i got two hoodies :( i was meant to go all crazy and buy shit loads of stuff but because i only had an hour, couldn't really do much. mum was about to buy me this really nice winter coat. but the store closed before she could come back up to meet up with me. it was really nice and warm too :( :( :( it was black, and went halfway down (or up?) my thigh and it was double breasted with sexy silver buttons. and warm. so freaking warm. it looked really nice when i was wearing a skirt/dress.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;theres a lot of stuff on sale man! i really wanna go back tomorrow, but i can't because i should be studying for tuesdays test. like crazy. cause i know like. nothing.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;not to mention that i have multi due this week too, and i'm going to be so stressed out this entire week because i'm going to be panicking about tests, and then multi and and then my atb. well.. not really atb cause it's a month away, but i'll stress just the same.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;this coming week is gonna be shit, i just know it :L the only good thing is that i'm turning 15 this thursday, which is cool and all, but i have a feeling when people are telling me happy birthday and being all cheery, i'm gonna end up all snappy and stressed and go jump out a window or something HAHA.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;filming is on friday, and that means i need to grab all the props from stores/people/supermarket as well as get all the sheets signed for people leaving class. im not kidding, this stuff is pretty goddamn stressful. it's worth my entire yearly report okay? and i haven't even started on my stupid storyboard which is going to take me forever.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;okay tomorrow i'm gonna go crazy with ipt. yeah that'll be cool. tuesday morning i'm gonna study in gloria jeans until period 3 where i'll go school for a last minute cram session at school.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i love studying at gloria jeans before an exam, doing it for my ipt exams is like a tradition for me now :L i always do it. even for my hsc, i'm probably gonna spend the last few hours sipping a caramel latte in the GJ near central. so nice thereeee&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;mini-list for monday:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- study ipt&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- finalise plot of multi film&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- decide props and places to get them&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3861412252693849465-8388349194665583512?l=toffee-nat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://toffee-nat.blogspot.com/feeds/8388349194665583512/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://toffee-nat.blogspot.com/2011/06/shoppinggg.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3861412252693849465/posts/default/8388349194665583512'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3861412252693849465/posts/default/8388349194665583512'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toffee-nat.blogspot.com/2011/06/shoppinggg.html' title='shoppinggg.'/><author><name>★supernat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01431410139191202067</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HEqUMk1JXMU/Sm0EYLu6TAI/AAAAAAAAAA0/AV7X5nQZ-xk/S220/CIMG1573.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3861412252693849465.post-3855377169865418173</id><published>2011-06-11T19:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-11T20:10:57.856-07:00</updated><title type='text'>closer, closer, closer, too close.</title><content type='html'>note that my titles never actually refer to anything, it normally just refers to the song that i'm listening to atm. so don't go all serious and over analyse it or something :L&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i haven't been posting lately, i was meaning to! but i never really got to it. sorry.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i'm meant to be out shopping today, but parents are being lazy so i guess i'll go later.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i woke up at 12.15 today, and guess what! i didn't wake up in the middle of the night this time! that's super good man! i always find myself waking up around 3 and it'd be really annoying because it takes a while for me to get back to sleep, and i end up with hugeee dark circles. but me not waking up in the middle of the night and instead waking up so late is good! it means i slept like. 13-14 hours last night.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i got my ipt exam on tuesday, and as much as i say i'm panicking and stressed, i'm really not. if i was that panicked i would've stopped talking to everyone and just be doing work. i dunno, i feel safer this time because i actually listened in class this time!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;well anyway, onto other shit, i haven't been doing that much. i was really happy on whatever day we got our math results though. i got equal first in the class with 93%. i was soooo happy, because i dunno, people generally think of me as dumb so this proves them wrong. YEAH THATS RIGHT.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;it also proves my parents wrong because they were all up in my face about me spending too much time doing other crap and my marks dropping. hah. look at that. they're not referring to all my marks btw, they only care about math or something i swear.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;kinda sucked after cause the other results were kinda shit HAHA. all of them over 80 except for sci, which i got 78 for. ah well, im not too worried about that though cause my prac mark should pull it up.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;heeheee right. im meant to be shopping. far out i wanna go nowww, but 'rents are asleep so they can't drive me to miranda or something.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i'll post up later if i end up going&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3861412252693849465-3855377169865418173?l=toffee-nat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://toffee-nat.blogspot.com/feeds/3855377169865418173/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://toffee-nat.blogspot.com/2011/06/closer-closer-closer-too-close.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3861412252693849465/posts/default/3855377169865418173'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3861412252693849465/posts/default/3855377169865418173'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toffee-nat.blogspot.com/2011/06/closer-closer-closer-too-close.html' title='closer, closer, closer, too close.'/><author><name>★supernat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01431410139191202067</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HEqUMk1JXMU/Sm0EYLu6TAI/AAAAAAAAAA0/AV7X5nQZ-xk/S220/CIMG1573.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3861412252693849465.post-2890035681687902536</id><published>2011-06-04T03:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-04T05:20:12.702-07:00</updated><title type='text'>midnight circus.</title><content type='html'>it's pretty lonely being home alone at the moment. ooh well. my parents are out for a dinner with my uncle and aunt so me and my cousin are alone in our respective houses.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;pretty goddamn lonely.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;hrm anyway i have preshafruit juice :D i love their packaging i swear, it's such a cute little triangular prism.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;hukhuk, exam week is finally over i guess, excluding those for monday and tuesday. i'm not really sure what i should do for monday. should i go out or anything? if i stay home i'd probably have the intention to study..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;but you know, i don't really.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i'm so bored at home arghhh&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3861412252693849465-2890035681687902536?l=toffee-nat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://toffee-nat.blogspot.com/feeds/2890035681687902536/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://toffee-nat.blogspot.com/2011/06/midnight-circus.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3861412252693849465/posts/default/2890035681687902536'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3861412252693849465/posts/default/2890035681687902536'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toffee-nat.blogspot.com/2011/06/midnight-circus.html' title='midnight circus.'/><author><name>★supernat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01431410139191202067</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HEqUMk1JXMU/Sm0EYLu6TAI/AAAAAAAAAA0/AV7X5nQZ-xk/S220/CIMG1573.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3861412252693849465.post-8586529478220752813</id><published>2011-05-28T20:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-28T20:20:53.310-07:00</updated><title type='text'>sparknotes ilu.</title><content type='html'>yeah i love you so much right now. no kidding; you're my apple to my pie, my straw to my berry, my passing grade for english.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i hate 1984; i barely understand it and considering i read it twice, that's pretty depressing. i read it once in year 7 and now this year. though, to be honest, in year 7 i skipped a shitload and i pretty much skimmed through.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;freaking exam is tomorrow and i barely know enough about the darn book as it is.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;however, it's probably just because i'm getting used to it, but exams aren't that shitload of stress anymore. i mean there still is some deal of stress and anxiety in, but i'm not going batshit over it like i did in year 7.. and a bit of year 8.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i think i stopped really caring after year 8 yearlies. oh well whatever.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i should probably be paying more attention to my studies though, considering as soon as exams start tomorrow, i'm going to be chucked into non-stop streeeeesssssssss.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;well not really. after exams i'll be chucked into stress while everyones all party party because exams are over. i got my stupid ipt assessment task on june 14th and i also have multi storyboard due a few days after that; both of which need a lot of time put into because they're pretty goddamn important.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and it's not like i can push the date of my storyboard either, because i film the day right after it's due. and if i dont have a storyboard, i risk killing my film, which is pretty much my yearlies mark (its worth 80% okay)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;that's pretty shit isnt it?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and ipt. fuck ipt. i'm so screwed for it you don't even know. i should've prepared earlier for it but dear lord, do you know how boring that book is? it's just a chunk of writing and technical language that i don't understand.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;HOWEVER. i'm pretty lucky that i motivated myself enough to take notes during all my lessons, so you know.. at least i have something to get by. i'm getting better i swear.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i wonder how many tree's died from my book. the book is 650+ pages and you know. thats pretty thick. i could probably chuck it at someone's head and they'd be pretty dizzy (thats considering that i'm pretty weak at throwing, give it to someone else and they could knock someone out)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i think during exam leave, i'll duck in and out of hursty library or something, mainly because there's a study area there where there's only hs students and it's pretty quiet during the day. i mean seriously who would be there other than people who have exams?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;or maybe the state library. i dunno. somewhere quiet and nice plz.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i'm planning to go out during exam week too (i need something to keep me a bit sane, and i dont wanna go home) and i dunno. catch up. eat food. eat all the stuff that i've been craving for the past age.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;back to notes..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3861412252693849465-8586529478220752813?l=toffee-nat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://toffee-nat.blogspot.com/feeds/8586529478220752813/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://toffee-nat.blogspot.com/2011/05/sparknotes-ilu.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3861412252693849465/posts/default/8586529478220752813'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3861412252693849465/posts/default/8586529478220752813'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toffee-nat.blogspot.com/2011/05/sparknotes-ilu.html' title='sparknotes ilu.'/><author><name>★supernat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01431410139191202067</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HEqUMk1JXMU/Sm0EYLu6TAI/AAAAAAAAAA0/AV7X5nQZ-xk/S220/CIMG1573.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3861412252693849465.post-639674921310241631</id><published>2011-05-25T05:31:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-25T05:39:23.362-07:00</updated><title type='text'>examina-a-a-a-ations</title><content type='html'>so exams are coming up and i've kinda done most of my notes? who am i kidding, i'm fucking screwed. i've got math notes covered and im almost finished with commerce. i was meant to finish commerce notes tonight but i came home after tutoring and i was pretty tired so i ended up just finishing my english essay and chilling :L  which was nice because i haven't checked on somethings in ages so yeah.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;cool; i'll just finish my notes on comm tomorrow. and then start on.. history. far out history is so freaking long i'm not even kidding i'm gonna die.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and then all i have to do after that is science and pdhpe! which isn't too much of a hassle because they're pretty late in the exam week. i'm so proud of myself, this is probably the first time i'll have complete notes on all my subjects (thats if i get through all of them; if not i'll cry)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;speaking of crying i ended up crying today at lunch.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;not for some serious sad reason or anything, i cried cause i saw mich crying.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;which was also not for some serious sad reason. stupid.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;SO BASICALLY SHE WAS ALL BAWLING HER EYES OUT OVER A CUTE KID FOR LIKE. 20 MINUTES. and then i started crying&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i don't even know why! i swear to god half the time i was just like 'HAHAHHAHA YOURE SO WEIRD WHY'RE YOU CRYING'&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;but then i ended up crying. wtf.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i cry when i see other people cry. not strangers or anything, but people i know. especially if they look really distraught and upset; then i'll end up crying. yeah it's cool, if you end up crying and upset you know where to run to!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;...not me because i'll probably be no help and end up crying for no reason&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3861412252693849465-639674921310241631?l=toffee-nat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://toffee-nat.blogspot.com/feeds/639674921310241631/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://toffee-nat.blogspot.com/2011/05/examina-a-ations.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3861412252693849465/posts/default/639674921310241631'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3861412252693849465/posts/default/639674921310241631'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toffee-nat.blogspot.com/2011/05/examina-a-ations.html' title='examina-a-a-a-ations'/><author><name>★supernat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01431410139191202067</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HEqUMk1JXMU/Sm0EYLu6TAI/AAAAAAAAAA0/AV7X5nQZ-xk/S220/CIMG1573.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3861412252693849465.post-7539661071087267178</id><published>2011-05-23T05:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-23T05:16:17.970-07:00</updated><title type='text'>rooftopped.</title><content type='html'>lifes been looking up today! so hopefully it'll remain that way until like. forever.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i don't know, i don't think i'd be able to live with my life forever at 'okay' - 'great' because it'd be too boring. at one point last year, my life seemed too.. good. things were going well and nothing was going bad. but at times i found myself half wishing that something bad would happen to me, just to break the cycle you know? there's only so much happiness you can take before happiness doesn't really feel like happiness anymore.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;but that's the thing about life, and you're going to get ups and downs and things happen for their own reasons. and for you not to get bored. so although next time i run by a bad time i'm going to complain, i don't think i'd ever wish for my life to be completely perfect. because that's boring.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;anyway, i like sitting on my rooftop. i realised that i could climb up there a few years back but i've only went up there a handful of times.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;yeah it's pretty dirty and theres moss and dried bird poop, but it's nice up there. and it's really easy to get up there if you've ever been to my place. you can just step onto the balcony, hop up onto the roof and sit there. and if you're feeling particularly dangerous you can hop onto the higher roof, but i haven't done that yet because i'm scared shitless. and also because everyone knows each other in my street so if one of them see me they're gonna go apeshit and probably think i'm gonna jump :L&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i don't go anywhere near the edge or anything though. i stay as close to the house as possible because i'm kinda scared of heights, but at the same time love it. it's a really nice view up there. especially when it's during the afternoon and it's sunny. kinda sucks that it was windy today so i only stayed up there for 10 minutes before i ended up getting a headache :L&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;hrmgg.. studying for exams, i'm kinda almost done with my math notes? i have a lot to get through don't i :( i'll make it through eventually. it's alright i'll get there sometime.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;so yeah. today was a good day; please let it stay that way.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3861412252693849465-7539661071087267178?l=toffee-nat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://toffee-nat.blogspot.com/feeds/7539661071087267178/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://toffee-nat.blogspot.com/2011/05/rooftopped.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3861412252693849465/posts/default/7539661071087267178'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3861412252693849465/posts/default/7539661071087267178'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toffee-nat.blogspot.com/2011/05/rooftopped.html' title='rooftopped.'/><author><name>★supernat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01431410139191202067</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HEqUMk1JXMU/Sm0EYLu6TAI/AAAAAAAAAA0/AV7X5nQZ-xk/S220/CIMG1573.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3861412252693849465.post-1413517124739712127</id><published>2011-05-21T01:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-21T01:32:56.682-07:00</updated><title type='text'>fuckkkk.</title><content type='html'>nevermind what i said in the previous post talking about how my week was getting better. today was such a bad day. i'm probably being melodramatic but today really sucked.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;first i got up for swimming and i was still sick, so i was really iffy about swimming because i'll probably be really tired to swim that much but whatever, i still went. at swimming i did get tired pretty fast but it was okay, i still made it through&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;but then the teacher (who is like 50 something btw) told me to get out of the pool and learn how to do breastroke properly. okay i know how to do breastroke properly lady, i'm just having an off day and don't feel like straining myself too much.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;so basically she tells me to lie on the floor (which was cold and hard and wet) and was shoving my leg and everything. FAR OUT. and she kept telling me to spread my legs and stuff and i was like 'how the fuck do i do that, i'm on freaking ground'&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and so this other lady also walked past and was like 'how tall is this girl and she's learning how to do it properly'&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;yeah screw you lady, just keep walking past and leave me alone.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;so they made me do 10 laps of just breastroke and i already hate the thing as it is. in my mind i was yelling at the teacher and complaining about how shit my day was becoming :L&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;fuck, i swear i should stop saying that. i think it jinxes my day or something, because the rest of the day kept getting worse.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;for one i had to rush to finish my tutor work, and then when i got tutor i didnt even have to hand it in. and then we got our test marks back and i got 63%. the average was 78%.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;far out when i heard it i was really disappointed because i thought i did alright. i must've screwed up a formula, and then that would be why a lot of it had been wrong. i'm really disappointed in myself already and ARGH.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;not to mention this was the class i moved down from, i couldnt have seriously gotten that bad in such a short amount of time. i can do better than this, i should be above average for crying out loud. i'm meant to be moving back up to the upper class next time we have an ATB but i can't even see that happening now. i'd be lucky if i didn't even move down. i'm really tired of doing shit when i thought i did good. after tests i can't even tell if i've done good or not anymore.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and then i found out that one of my friends is gonna leave tipps. far out, i only really sit with 2 people in class and the other one doesn't always come and it's just.. urgh. i really don't want her to leave, because she's really nice. and i'd really miss her.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;this gives me more incentive to move up or drop out btw. because if i don't have her i'd rather leave the class. i either move up or get out, i don't really care anymore now. one or the other soon. please.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and also, i have a feeling the coaching centre called home and told them that i was doing shit in class or something. because my dad was really silent on the way home, and the first thing my mum asked was how i did in my test.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;far out. this day sucks.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3861412252693849465-1413517124739712127?l=toffee-nat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://toffee-nat.blogspot.com/feeds/1413517124739712127/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://toffee-nat.blogspot.com/2011/05/fuckkkk.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3861412252693849465/posts/default/1413517124739712127'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3861412252693849465/posts/default/1413517124739712127'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toffee-nat.blogspot.com/2011/05/fuckkkk.html' title='fuckkkk.'/><author><name>★supernat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01431410139191202067</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HEqUMk1JXMU/Sm0EYLu6TAI/AAAAAAAAAA0/AV7X5nQZ-xk/S220/CIMG1573.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3861412252693849465.post-2144537956922545563</id><published>2011-05-20T03:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-20T03:50:54.191-07:00</updated><title type='text'>stripper moves on chairs.</title><content type='html'>haha that title is kinda random. it was just the last thing i remember from ipt class because we were left to sit around for a while so i was messing around when i suddenly remembered the chair moves from SISTAR19's Ma Boy (i loves that song)&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;don't start thinking stupid shit, i'm not a stripper. but if you see bora's moves on the chair in the mv (especially the entire leg swing over) it's really pretty.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;so anyway i was just randomly doing that with nancy for the last 10 minutes :L it was funny cause the chairs there are shit so i fell backwards. doing that move hurts a shit load if you do it too quickly btw.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;anyway if i could summarise this week i would toss it in the 'shitty' pile. but it's getting better, so you know. maybe next week won't be too bad. oh wait, its the week before exams.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;fuck that, it's probably gonna be pretty shit until after exam week :L&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3861412252693849465-2144537956922545563?l=toffee-nat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://toffee-nat.blogspot.com/feeds/2144537956922545563/comments/default' title='Post 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src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HEqUMk1JXMU/Sm0EYLu6TAI/AAAAAAAAAA0/AV7X5nQZ-xk/S220/CIMG1573.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3861412252693849465.post-2670533586810599791</id><published>2011-05-19T05:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-19T05:21:46.384-07:00</updated><title type='text'>chilli cheese &amp; butter menthol.</title><content type='html'>they are my sickness foods. did you know easy mac has a new flavour? its called chilli cheese! it's pretty much the same as the normal cheese one, its just spicier. at first i thought it was going to be really spicy because it smelled super spicy (and by super, i mean super. my nose was blocked and it still smelled spicy)&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;turns out it wasn't that spicy, but i'm not disappointed or anything because i don't have a big spice intolerance anyway :L it's really nice actually! i finally found the correct measurement of water to get the sauce JUST right. not too runny, not too thick.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;butter menthol sucks shit, i'm getting anticol next time. screw you, i spent 1.70 on you and you can only unblock one of my nostrils! anticol may taste pretty bad, but at least it unblocks my nose :(&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i ended up reading a bit more of 1984 before falling asleep in the chair (my lovely bubble one :D). i should stop sitting/reading there, i always end up falling asleep.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i've gotten a bit better? actually no, i don't think i have. i'm pretty much the same i think, but hopefully when i wake up tomorrow i'll be okay.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;it really sucks because i've totally lost my appetite and don't eat as much anymore. and then when i'm in some inconvenient position (i.e. at 3am) i start getting hungry. it's like a sickness thats trying to get me killed or something, because if i go down to the kitchen at 3am, i'm gonna get killed for sure :L&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;hopefully i go back to school tomorrow. cause im sick of being home, and i'm sick of being sick.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3861412252693849465-2670533586810599791?l=toffee-nat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://toffee-nat.blogspot.com/feeds/2670533586810599791/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://toffee-nat.blogspot.com/2011/05/chilli-cheese-butter-menthol.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3861412252693849465/posts/default/2670533586810599791'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3861412252693849465/posts/default/2670533586810599791'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toffee-nat.blogspot.com/2011/05/chilli-cheese-butter-menthol.html' title='chilli cheese &amp; butter menthol.'/><author><name>★supernat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01431410139191202067</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HEqUMk1JXMU/Sm0EYLu6TAI/AAAAAAAAAA0/AV7X5nQZ-xk/S220/CIMG1573.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3861412252693849465.post-501249726375011130</id><published>2011-05-18T16:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-18T16:22:31.864-07:00</updated><title type='text'>virus.</title><content type='html'>so i dunno.. i've been having a really shit week. well maybe not this week as much, but last week was pretty shit. i don't know i just really don't want to do anything anymore. i just wanna sit in my study room and stay on the computer without thinking about anything else; no exams, no arguments, no problems.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;well anyway thats what i plan to do today. well.. for most of the day hopefully, because i need to do notes for the half-yearlies and finish re-reading 1984.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i'm sick today if thats what you're wondering, i got some shitty virus from somewhere. i think i got it from school or something though, because celine got it as well, so we probably just shared too much food.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;urghh.. i hate getting sick. my body goes out of whack and i end up with lots of headaches, sore throats and sniffly noses.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;it kinda sucks getting sick today of all days, cause i know when i get back to school i'm gonna have a shit load to catch up on and i really hate that.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i've also realised how precious instant soup is. gawd it's so nice, especially if you let it thicken up a bit more. thats what i had for breakfast today if you were wondering :L i normally don't eat brekkie cause i'm always in a rush in the morning so i guess it's an improvement.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3861412252693849465-501249726375011130?l=toffee-nat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://toffee-nat.blogspot.com/feeds/501249726375011130/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://toffee-nat.blogspot.com/2011/05/virus.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3861412252693849465/posts/default/501249726375011130'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3861412252693849465/posts/default/501249726375011130'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toffee-nat.blogspot.com/2011/05/virus.html' title='virus.'/><author><name>★supernat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01431410139191202067</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HEqUMk1JXMU/Sm0EYLu6TAI/AAAAAAAAAA0/AV7X5nQZ-xk/S220/CIMG1573.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3861412252693849465.post-8313383159393423821</id><published>2011-05-14T02:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-14T05:18:10.030-07:00</updated><title type='text'>unluckily.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;i've had an unlucky streak ever since friday 13th. i'm not superstitious or anything, but geez i've been VERY unlucky the past 2 days.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;so first of all.. in the morning (13/5) i woke up at 7.40 (my train is 7.59) because normally my mum wakes me up.. but she didn't. ah well, not too bad i guess. got ready really quickly and was out of the house by 8-ish.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;ran halfway to the station before i realised that i had left my wallet and lunchbox at home. damn. no wonder my bag was so light. so i had to run back, grab my shit and go back to the station. by then though, i was in a crappy mood so i ended up walking to the station instead of running. btw, while i was running i scraped my boots. FUUUUUCKKKK&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;turns out i had to wait another 10 minutes for a train. cooool. so i waited around and got on the train which ended up being a tin can (i'm a spoilt train brat :L). anyway, on the train i was plugging in my earphones into my phone, and gasp! IT DOESN'T FUCKING WORK. WTF SONY ERICSSON WHY NOW?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;anywayy got to central and went to public buses where i ended up on a bus (luckily!) and got to school. school was GOOD. i wasn't unlucky or anything!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;so yeah, life goes on, i go home, go out to dinner for mum's bday. we went to a yum cha place in bankstown.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;ended up eating lobster (whooooooo expensive food!) barramundi and some fried calamari or something. all seafood 8D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;i don't really like lobster though, even if its so expensive. i still think crabs a lot nicer.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;got home and was chillin' on the computer before i went to sleep. i had this weird feeling the entire time though, as if someone was choking me or something was coming up my throat. kinda like how you feel when you need to throw up. HAHA i hate that feeling.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;ended up going to sleep feeling pretty shit in the stomach.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;and lo and behold, woke up at 1.30am and laid in bed for a while before i realised that- yeah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;i threw up all the lobsterrrr. in a toilet bowl of course.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;HAHA the entire time i was throwing up i was thinking 'oh gawd is this going to be what happens when i get alcohol poisoning?'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;wheeeeee! great morning that was!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;so now i'm typing this on the 14th, recalling my shit ass day/night, and how unlucky i really was on friday the 13th.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;oh, and you know what? the unlucky-streak didn't even end on the 13th! today i was waiting outside TIPPS for my dad and then his car pulled up and everything so i went over and opened the door. anyway, i was all complaining because i was waiting for 20 minutes in the freezing cold okay?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;..and then i realised its not my dad. FAR OUT I TOTALLY RAN BACK ACROSS THE ROAD AND HID BEHIND MY FRIEND. FUCKK THAT WAS AWKWARD.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;you know whats worse? THAT PERSON STAYED THERE FOR ANOTHER 10 MINUTES WAITING FOR THEIR FRIEND BEFORE LEAVING.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;and i was just standing there across the road. ARGHH OMG DIE.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;this has been a pretttyyy shitty week, so hopefully once tomorrow comes around, you know.. my luck doesn't go shit or something.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;that's if i even make it to tomorrow, who knows, with luck like mine something stupid will happen.&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/3861412252693849465-8313383159393423821?l=toffee-nat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://toffee-nat.blogspot.com/feeds/8313383159393423821/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://toffee-nat.blogspot.com/2011/05/unluckily.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3861412252693849465/posts/default/8313383159393423821'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3861412252693849465/posts/default/8313383159393423821'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toffee-nat.blogspot.com/2011/05/unluckily.html' title='unluckily.'/><author><name>★supernat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01431410139191202067</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HEqUMk1JXMU/Sm0EYLu6TAI/AAAAAAAAAA0/AV7X5nQZ-xk/S220/CIMG1573.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3861412252693849465.post-61202490684278818</id><published>2011-05-04T05:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-04T06:12:35.199-07:00</updated><title type='text'>mrmgmhmmhmh.</title><content type='html'>is the sound that my stomach makes ever 5 minutes. no kidding. i have like.. indigestion or something. it's my stomachs way of saying 'fuck you lady, give me proper food'&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i find sitting on my knees and then having my head rest on my knees really comfortable. like.. a kneeling but crouching position. it's really comfy! thats why i like sitting like that, not because i like. want to smell my ass or something wtf.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;today went totally perfect until i got home. i forgot there was a big dinner at my place, so all these kids were in the study room playing on the computer.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;by that i mean like.. movies on full volume, COD and general screaming and 'MY TURN, YOU ALREADY HAD YOURS'&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and dude i have a hist test tomorrow. FUUUU. not to mention i was already really sick of hw cause i had tutoring today too. and then i had to clean dishes and stuff :(&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;so it got me into a really bad mood (me being pms-y probably adds to this) and i started yelling at them to turn the volume down or watch it somewhere else.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;fuck, kids are annoying.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;me: turn the volume down, i'm studying (x9745634053)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;bro: you should've studied earlier&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;me: i had tutor.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;bro: then study tomorrow&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;me: thats when the test is&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;bro: then why didn't you study yesterday?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;me: ..who doesn't study the day right before the test.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i hope he realises that exams are no joke when he fails his half yearlies. stupid kid, needs a slap in the face if he's always gonna be so rude.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;anyway i got a new chair, which i'll take photos of tomorrow :D it's pretty! i love it, i've found my new sleeping area.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3861412252693849465-61202490684278818?l=toffee-nat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://toffee-nat.blogspot.com/feeds/61202490684278818/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://toffee-nat.blogspot.com/2011/05/mrmgmhmmhmh.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3861412252693849465/posts/default/61202490684278818'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3861412252693849465/posts/default/61202490684278818'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toffee-nat.blogspot.com/2011/05/mrmgmhmmhmh.html' title='mrmgmhmmhmh.'/><author><name>★supernat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01431410139191202067</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HEqUMk1JXMU/Sm0EYLu6TAI/AAAAAAAAAA0/AV7X5nQZ-xk/S220/CIMG1573.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3861412252693849465.post-2785816262185731073</id><published>2011-05-01T05:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-01T05:31:38.953-07:00</updated><title type='text'>nightmare.</title><content type='html'>i hate getting nightmares. i can't remember the last time i had one, but i had one last night. and i'll admit, it got kinda stupid at the end, but i couldn't sleep properly for another few hours.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;so basically i was at home with my baby cousin (whom i kind of hate) and her brother and my brother. so that was 4 of us. we were in the kitchen playing wii and suddenly glass broke and everything and turns out someone totally sniped my baby cousin. when i say baby cousin, i dont actually mean a baby. she's like ten or something, total brat too. she used to steal a lot of my stuff back in year 7 if anyone remembers.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;ANYWAYY. a while later its late at night and i had gone downstairs to get a drink of water in the middle of the night. (i never do this btw, too scared) for some reason that night my brother was sleeping in the living room which is next to the kitchen.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and for some reason, i got this weird feeling and i started crouching in the kitchen because i was scared that someone would shoot me or something. my dad came downstairs and was asking why i was crouching and looking like someone was about to shoot me or something.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;then glass smashed again and bam! bro's dead. for some reason i'm totally calm though, and throughout the entire dream, i wasn't crying at all.. cool.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;anywayyyy... so a while later my grandmas over and my parents have to go with her and when i ask why my mum says 'because it's the anniversary of the ironing board'&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;NO JOKE OKAY. IM NOT KIDDING. THIS IS WHAT I REMEMBER IN MY DREAM.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i don't even know why in my mind, my parents leave me home alone when people have been gunning down our family.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;..POINT IS. I HATE NIGHTMARES. i couldn't sleep for hours because i kept thinking someone was looking at my back. you know that feeling right? when you feel someone staring at you or something. i hate that feeling.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;not to mention, the time i woke up was probs 3am or some shit.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i never look at clocks when i wake up in the middle of the night anymore. too scared to. you know the entire thing about 3am being the time where ghosts and spirits come out and stuff? yeahh thats why :L if i wake up and realise it is 3am, i'll get too paranoid to sleep again.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;HURRHURR. yeah i'm really paranoid at night. i hate the dark, i don't look at clocks when i wake up in the middle of the night and i need my closet to be COMPLETELY closed. and i can't be facing my closet either cause of all the mirrors. i'd be scared shitless okay, no kidding. also i'm really scared of lying on one side of my bed because everyone tells me that if i sleep on only one side, a spirit will lie down next to me. i want a single bed now D;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i normally have to be facing the door as well when i sleep. because i'm seriously that scared. and if i'm really really scared, blankets all the way up to my neck. even if it's summer or something, i'd rather die of overheating than some spirit dragging me down the hallway okay?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'M SO SCARED OF EVERYTHING OKAYY.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;when i move out i need a roommate. i seriously need one. you know what'd be even better? if we didn't have that great of an apartment and could just sleep in the same room. THAT'D BE SO GOOD FOR ME. PEOPLE IN THE ROOM.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i sleep a lot better when theres someone else (that i'm aware of okay. not some fucked up ghost) in the room and when theres a bit of noise.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;like snoring. someone else's snoring calms me down when im sleeping. but not crazy loud snoring, because i wouldn't be able to sleep :L but just really soft snoring would be nice.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i'm so weird why am i typing this.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3861412252693849465-2785816262185731073?l=toffee-nat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://toffee-nat.blogspot.com/feeds/2785816262185731073/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://toffee-nat.blogspot.com/2011/05/nightmare.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3861412252693849465/posts/default/2785816262185731073'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3861412252693849465/posts/default/2785816262185731073'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toffee-nat.blogspot.com/2011/05/nightmare.html' title='nightmare.'/><author><name>★supernat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01431410139191202067</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HEqUMk1JXMU/Sm0EYLu6TAI/AAAAAAAAAA0/AV7X5nQZ-xk/S220/CIMG1573.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3861412252693849465.post-2766967671166504707</id><published>2011-04-23T01:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-23T01:33:01.038-07:00</updated><title type='text'>can be.</title><content type='html'>i'm in canberra atm, so yeah. didn't do much today. sat in the car almost the entire time actually.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went shopping with my aunt at the civic centre, which is conveniently like.. a 5 minute walk from the place im staying at (crowne plazaaa). urhh, got myself a pretty dress from wrangler and a convertible bra HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so random, i love my dress though. love my aunt even more for paying for both :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you see, i don't go shopping with my mum, she hates most of the stuff i wear and doesn't ever pay for the stuff i want anyway. no point :L plus she hates shopping. which is weird cause i love it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so instead my aunts do that with me. like.. rarely though, once in 4-5 months i guess?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway i love my dress. its a kind of nudy colour with little flowers all over it. it looks really simple though, but at the back it exposes my back :D i love stuff that exposes my back. cause i can't really do anything flashy about the front if you get meh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, also saw a really nice top in just jeans. it was a loose white top and had a zip at the back. the zip goes like.. completely lengthwise through the top but if you zip it up, it reveals lace :D :D :D :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its so pretty arghhhh. i would buy it but it was like.. 30 bucks and it was pretty thin material. but i guess thats the point cause of the lace @ the back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hurrhurr gotta go dinner now. seeya!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3861412252693849465-2766967671166504707?l=toffee-nat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://toffee-nat.blogspot.com/feeds/2766967671166504707/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://toffee-nat.blogspot.com/2011/04/can-be.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3861412252693849465/posts/default/2766967671166504707'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3861412252693849465/posts/default/2766967671166504707'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toffee-nat.blogspot.com/2011/04/can-be.html' title='can be.'/><author><name>★supernat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01431410139191202067</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HEqUMk1JXMU/Sm0EYLu6TAI/AAAAAAAAAA0/AV7X5nQZ-xk/S220/CIMG1573.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3861412252693849465.post-3313165247957025298</id><published>2011-04-22T14:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-22T15:41:35.964-07:00</updated><title type='text'>oh cool.</title><content type='html'>woke up at 7.45 today cause i couldn't sleep so i decided to blog haha.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;yesterday i slept for 14 hours straight wtf. okay thats really weird for me, but i guess it's kinda understandable because the day before i barely got any sleep.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and then last night i barely got sleep too. man hopefully i wont be like this when school restarts.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;anyway, i won't be around for the next few days, cause i'm going canberra. urgh, i don't like it there. it's really boring and there's nothing to do anyway. seriously wtf, whyy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i'm going dawn service at the memorial though, so thats cool i guess. i gotta go once in a lifetime haha. aieeeeeeeeeeee im bored!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;oh yeah! yesterday i got my hair cut. not at any hair dresser though, cause they're all closed on good friday :(&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i just cut it myself cause i only wanted to get my fringe trimmed, and didn't really feel like paying 15 bucks to get it cut. before i had a straight fringe (can't tell can you? i always shove it right back so it doesnt look weird :D) that went right down to the tip of my noseeee. now its a proper side fringe. hoorayy!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i also cut the ends of my hair. i cut off like.. 3 cm omg D; i only cut the ends cause i'm trying to grow my layers out atm, so yeah. i just grapped each bit from the back, measured approx. 3cm and cut it, so it looks exactly the same.. except shorter and healthier i suppose.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;need to cut it to get rid of split ends :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;hmmmmm.. what else has happened. went ortho on tuesday, and conveniently met up with tracey after cause she was in hursty to study. had lunch and then i went bus home. kinda weird trip because this old man was sitting next to me the entire time and talking to me. kinda my fault though, i offered to show him the bus stop. i ended up lying about who i was though :L cause i didn't want to say who i actually was. my names emily now.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;holidays are almost over :( they went by so fast this time! kinda sad really. i still have so much work to do haha, cause i kinda slacked off and didn't bother when i was meant to. booooo&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;anyway, see you in three days! i might post something up during the time if i find myself a computer that doesnt charge a bajillion bucks per minute in the hotel.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3861412252693849465-3313165247957025298?l=toffee-nat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://toffee-nat.blogspot.com/feeds/3313165247957025298/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://toffee-nat.blogspot.com/2011/04/oh-cool.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3861412252693849465/posts/default/3313165247957025298'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;(note: im in canberra sat-monday, fuck im gonna have so much to catch up on when i get back argh)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3861412252693849465-5198229510156549972?l=toffee-nat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://toffee-nat.blogspot.com/feeds/5198229510156549972/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://toffee-nat.blogspot.com/2011/04/sorry.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3861412252693849465/posts/default/5198229510156549972'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3861412252693849465/posts/default/5198229510156549972'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toffee-nat.blogspot.com/2011/04/sorry.html' title='sorry.'/><author><name>★supernat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01431410139191202067</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HEqUMk1JXMU/Sm0EYLu6TAI/AAAAAAAAAA0/AV7X5nQZ-xk/S220/CIMG1573.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3861412252693849465.post-4561627913046746294</id><published>2011-04-20T03:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-20T03:07:58.799-07:00</updated><title type='text'>eskimo.</title><content type='html'>i just realised that i dress in shorts and a tank top when i go out, and then when i'm at home i'm in trackies and a puffy jacket.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;WEIRD.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;(i'll post something up later)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3861412252693849465-4561627913046746294?l=toffee-nat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://toffee-nat.blogspot.com/feeds/4561627913046746294/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://toffee-nat.blogspot.com/2011/04/eskimo.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3861412252693849465/posts/default/4561627913046746294'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3861412252693849465/posts/default/4561627913046746294'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toffee-nat.blogspot.com/2011/04/eskimo.html' title='eskimo.'/><author><name>★supernat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01431410139191202067</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HEqUMk1JXMU/Sm0EYLu6TAI/AAAAAAAAAA0/AV7X5nQZ-xk/S220/CIMG1573.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3861412252693849465.post-7280307387526260829</id><published>2011-04-18T05:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-18T06:01:47.176-07:00</updated><title type='text'>candy.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;hey, does anyone remember campino? those lovely strawberries and cream candy? i just remembered them from my childhood. i loved these as a kid, seriously i don't know where to buy these from anymore :(&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;wooo nostalgia!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://i.imgur.com/yaxei.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 138px;" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3861412252693849465-7280307387526260829?l=toffee-nat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://toffee-nat.blogspot.com/feeds/7280307387526260829/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://toffee-nat.blogspot.com/2011/04/candy.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3861412252693849465/posts/default/7280307387526260829'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3861412252693849465/posts/default/7280307387526260829'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toffee-nat.blogspot.com/2011/04/candy.html' title='candy.'/><author><name>★supernat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01431410139191202067</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HEqUMk1JXMU/Sm0EYLu6TAI/AAAAAAAAAA0/AV7X5nQZ-xk/S220/CIMG1573.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3861412252693849465.post-6056451861024212265</id><published>2011-04-16T04:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-16T04:52:20.641-07:00</updated><title type='text'>rain rain.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.monoxious.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/05/monoxious_arissa_sidewalk_trash_03.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 600px; height: 400px;" src="http://www.monoxious.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/05/monoxious_arissa_sidewalk_trash_03.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh for those who didn't really get what a body chain was:&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;basically the chain thing she has on. but what she's wearing is gorgeous anyway, so whatever. so prettyy even though its all black (trying not to wear all black atm D:)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;ANYWAY. went tipps today, and there was a stray cat there. oh my god, cutest thing ever. it was a kitten and i started petting it while it kept rubbing against me. weird how i say it, i know. it was soo cute and friendly, i seriously thought it was a neighbours or something. but i found out it was a stray after and got told about it being ridden with diseases and stuff. HAHA&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;poor cat! it was raining all day too!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;but the thing is, this wasn't the first time a cat did that to me this week. on thursday i stopped by a park in riverwood and there was another cat there and it rubbed itself against me. i must smell like cat or something. it's kinda weird, but adorable at the same time. that cat followed me home though. how sweet &amp;lt;3&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;people don't normally walk me home HAHA, so i guess it's nice to have a cat do it. even if it kept making me stop because it ran right in front of me and stopped midway so that i could pet it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;hurh.. cut my nails (filed..) short again because they kept breaking. i want to do my nails again :( i really want to do leopard print before we get back to school. on a note about nail polish, i'm going to refrain from ever doing another gradient that involves a shit load of glitter polish.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;it took me.. half an hour of SCRUBBING my nails with remover to get ONE HAND OFF. NOT KIDDING. and not to mention half of it's chipped off anyway! it'd take me so much longer if it was all there. arghh still need to do my other hand.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i miss my friends ;_; oh how i miss you all so. i can't wait to see you again, but then again i don't really want to get back to school. holidays are flying a lot faster than normal. screw.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;it gets so dark at 6 now. which is pretty depressing. urghh, and its colder now.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;boooo, need more winter clothes/accessories/shoes/everything.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3861412252693849465-6056451861024212265?l=toffee-nat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://toffee-nat.blogspot.com/feeds/6056451861024212265/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://toffee-nat.blogspot.com/2011/04/rain-rain.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3861412252693849465/posts/default/6056451861024212265'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3861412252693849465/posts/default/6056451861024212265'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toffee-nat.blogspot.com/2011/04/rain-rain.html' title='rain rain.'/><author><name>★supernat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01431410139191202067</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HEqUMk1JXMU/Sm0EYLu6TAI/AAAAAAAAAA0/AV7X5nQZ-xk/S220/CIMG1573.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3861412252693849465.post-1157721588953753964</id><published>2011-04-15T05:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-15T05:38:52.185-07:00</updated><title type='text'>chain harness.</title><content type='html'>i want one. oh my god i want one soo baaad.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;but i'm not really willing to splash out 30 bucks on one, and wouldn't really know where to wear it too because it's more of a thing you wear to go clubbing or something, rather than day to day wear.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;but it's so pretty *-* maybe i'll try making it or something if i ever get the time&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;didn't do much today, basically sat in front of the computer and ate. HAHA. my contacts arrived today so i don't have to worry about not being able to see without glasses for the next.. year. HOLY CRAP A YEAR? MOTHER FU WHAT IF MY EYESIGHT GETS WORSE? WHAT AM I GONNA DO THEN?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;HO SHIT I SHOULD'VE TOLD MUM NOT TO GET SO MANY.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;..great. now i have to maintain my eyesight. eyesight.. don't die. please. stay at 4.75 forever and i'm fine. 4.75 is already pretty shitty, but if you stay at that, i won't be mad. my eyesight may be shitty, but at least they're the same in both eyes. so no mixing around.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;oh, also found out why my left contact always hurts when i put it in. theres a hole in it HAHA. well not really a hole, just a chunk of its missing from the side. not even a chunk really. its just a tiny chip off. ahh well i'm chucking them tomorrow anyway.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3861412252693849465-1157721588953753964?l=toffee-nat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://toffee-nat.blogspot.com/feeds/1157721588953753964/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://toffee-nat.blogspot.com/2011/04/chain-harness.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3861412252693849465/posts/default/1157721588953753964'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3861412252693849465/posts/default/1157721588953753964'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toffee-nat.blogspot.com/2011/04/chain-harness.html' title='chain harness.'/><author><name>★supernat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01431410139191202067</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HEqUMk1JXMU/Sm0EYLu6TAI/AAAAAAAAAA0/AV7X5nQZ-xk/S220/CIMG1573.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3861412252693849465.post-6953307007860780011</id><published>2011-04-15T02:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-15T02:15:51.660-07:00</updated><title type='text'>plug.</title><content type='html'>i cant wait til this comes out as a short. seriously.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=nsMvBHMX0fI&amp;amp;feature=mfu_in_order&amp;amp;list=UL"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=nsMvBHMX0fI&amp;amp;feature=mfu_in_order&amp;amp;list=UL&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;COME OUT ALREADY DAMNITT I WANNA WATCHHHH. D;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;it's so good i swear, i really can't wait to watch it, even though i'll probably cry ;_; but it'll be so beautiful i swear (the movie not me crying. me crying is like.. a troll HAHA)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3861412252693849465-6953307007860780011?l=toffee-nat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://toffee-nat.blogspot.com/feeds/6953307007860780011/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://toffee-nat.blogspot.com/2011/04/plug.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3861412252693849465/posts/default/6953307007860780011'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3861412252693849465/posts/default/6953307007860780011'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toffee-nat.blogspot.com/2011/04/plug.html' title='plug.'/><author><name>★supernat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01431410139191202067</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HEqUMk1JXMU/Sm0EYLu6TAI/AAAAAAAAAA0/AV7X5nQZ-xk/S220/CIMG1573.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3861412252693849465.post-6541641085851634950</id><published>2011-04-14T05:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-14T06:03:33.564-07:00</updated><title type='text'>like a bamf.</title><content type='html'>so i woke up at around 7.30 because my parents were getting ready for work downstairs, and someone dropped a pan or something. i don't know, it was just really loud. couldn't really get back to sleep, but i like lying in bed anyway.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;lots of thoughts run through your head when you're like that. it's the same thing at night, but it's nicer in the morning cause i don't fall asleep that quickly. anyway, point is i finally worked out what bamf means.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;dear lord, that took a long time. but i worked it out without consulting urban dictionary so it's cool.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;bamf: bad ass mother fuckerr&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i went shopping today in bondi, ended up buying a bag from dotti for 30 bucks. which isn't.. too bad i guess, since i've wanted it for a while, and also cause it was 40% off anyway so who gives a crap.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;it's so prettyy! i love it so much, i haven't regretted it yet, so thats a good sign. normally if i regret within the first 3-4 hours of buying, it means i'm screwed. its a pretty big bag, its black with a snakeskin kinda print except in a matte and shiny kinda way. if you get my drift.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;subway still hasn't called me back, and they took down the 'junior wanted' sign, so i'm guessing i probably didn't get the job. darn. i think it's partially because i walked in in shorts and a tank top.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;but i can't really take that seriously because i live like.. 5 minutes away and i'm not getting all dressed up (meaning putting in contacts) for something thats going to last me 10 second and might not even get me a job :/&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i'll try next time though, the entire dress up thing. or i'll just be half blind for 10 seconds, not that bad either way.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i've been getting a lot of headaches lately too, but i think that's only because of.. that time of the month. I HATE THIS TIME OF THE MONTH SERIOUSLY. I GET CRAMPS, HEADACHES, AND CRAVINGS OH MY GOD&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-dies-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3861412252693849465-6541641085851634950?l=toffee-nat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://toffee-nat.blogspot.com/feeds/6541641085851634950/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://toffee-nat.blogspot.com/2011/04/like-bamf.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3861412252693849465/posts/default/6541641085851634950'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3861412252693849465/posts/default/6541641085851634950'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toffee-nat.blogspot.com/2011/04/like-bamf.html' title='like a bamf.'/><author><name>★supernat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01431410139191202067</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HEqUMk1JXMU/Sm0EYLu6TAI/AAAAAAAAAA0/AV7X5nQZ-xk/S220/CIMG1573.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3861412252693849465.post-2221566344259666935</id><published>2011-04-13T05:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-13T05:35:06.035-07:00</updated><title type='text'>ohh.</title><content type='html'>i figured out why so many people from america were visiting my blog.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;apparently some bing search engine for 'the prettiest picture of selena gomez' comes up with the asos maxi corset dress i wanted before:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.bing.com/images/search?q=the+prettiest+pictures+of+selena+gomez&amp;amp;view=detail&amp;amp;id=E6D11B2EE7F3E967E178DE78BE9E259D86663D67&amp;amp;first=61&amp;amp;FORM=IDFRIR"&gt;http://www.bing.com/images/search?q=the+prettiest+pictures+of+selena+gomez&amp;amp;view=detail&amp;amp;id=E6D11B2EE7F3E967E178DE78BE9E259D86663D67&amp;amp;first=61&amp;amp;FORM=IDFRIR&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;go check it out yourself! it even has a misspelling, hoorayy my kind of claim to fame!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3861412252693849465-2221566344259666935?l=toffee-nat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://toffee-nat.blogspot.com/feeds/2221566344259666935/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://toffee-nat.blogspot.com/2011/04/ohh.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3861412252693849465/posts/default/2221566344259666935'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3861412252693849465/posts/default/2221566344259666935'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toffee-nat.blogspot.com/2011/04/ohh.html' title='ohh.'/><author><name>★supernat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01431410139191202067</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HEqUMk1JXMU/Sm0EYLu6TAI/AAAAAAAAAA0/AV7X5nQZ-xk/S220/CIMG1573.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3861412252693849465.post-4396826197908768207</id><published>2011-04-13T00:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-13T01:11:53.876-07:00</updated><title type='text'>my closet.</title><content type='html'>i really need to clean it or something, seriously. theres piles of clothes that are labelled 'give away' and i haven't done that yet, and i was meant to do that over a year ago. i'll sort it into piles of 'for cousins' and 'for donation' because some of the clothes are still freaking brand new and would look nice on my cousins.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;im such a nice cousin. but the thing is, my cousins don't dress like me at all. obviously because their parents dress them (the ones under 10 i think..), but majority of them dress.. with colour.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;yeah i mainly just wear black, grey, white, and i guess blue, cause thats the colour of most of my shorts and jeans.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;kinda depressing i know, thats why i'm trying to buy more stuff with colour. whooo anyway. today was nice, i saw people from my old tutor class. haven't seen them in a while.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;tutoring was boring btw, i just sat there and ate because i didnt have breakfast and the class ran through the general lunch time. so. screw.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;woke up pretty late, so i ended up rushing to the bus again, but since i was wearing thongs, it hurt like hell to run D; TURNS OUT MY BUS CAME LIKE. 10 MINUTES LATE ANYWAY. SCREW YOUUUU.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;got off at bankstown, got on cityrail bus, went tutor, back on cityrail bus, waited for another bus. too many buses D;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i might post something later.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3861412252693849465-4396826197908768207?l=toffee-nat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://toffee-nat.blogspot.com/feeds/4396826197908768207/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://toffee-nat.blogspot.com/2011/04/my-closet.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3861412252693849465/posts/default/4396826197908768207'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3861412252693849465/posts/default/4396826197908768207'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toffee-nat.blogspot.com/2011/04/my-closet.html' title='my closet.'/><author><name>★supernat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01431410139191202067</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HEqUMk1JXMU/Sm0EYLu6TAI/AAAAAAAAAA0/AV7X5nQZ-xk/S220/CIMG1573.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3861412252693849465.post-4470275333172181026</id><published>2011-04-12T04:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-12T05:35:32.754-07:00</updated><title type='text'>oh, cityrail.</title><content type='html'>oh cityrail, how you never really stop pissing me off. for one, i wasn't even one of the people who had to wait like. 2 goddamn hours for a stupid train. lucky me! but that still screwed up me going around. for ONE, due to the major delays, some dude stormed out of the station while i was running to the bus station (i was gonna be late okay?) and almost crashed into me and ended up swearing a bit at me. normally people wouldn't do that. i think.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;caught a bus to bankstown, no one really told me there was trackwork so i ended up buying a day return ticket (3.20). well that was a waste of money, i just went in and out of the station when i figured out there was no train. not to mention the machine took my 2 bucks as a 1 dollar coin. grr.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;came out of the station to the city rail bus stop where yeah, there were crap loads of people. i'm lucky i only had one stop to go to. had to wait like... 15-20 minutes for a bus and then got on (FOR FREE OH MY GOD) and i realised i was gonna be late for my english exam. yay. AND THEN THE BUS DIDN'T LEAVE FOR ANOTHER 5 MINUTES OH MY GOD. IN THAT 5 MINUTES NO ONE ELSE GOT ON, PEOPLE JUST CAME ON TO ASK 'is this the cabra express?' 'no' 'okay' *walks off*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;grrggrrrgrgrg.. ended up like.. 10 minutes late, so i had to run to tipps. i did exercise today, arent you happy! sprinted to bus station, sprinted to tipps!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i had to go back to bankstown by bus as well, and that was alright i guess, cause i wasn't in a pissy mood and had a friend with me. wheeeee&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;so then i spent the time in bankstown eating and shopping and stuff. btw, the new nintendo 3ds is really cool. but you get bored in about 5 minutes and i got really freaked out when i took this photo with it of a tv and there was some guys face there. thats weird..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;it makes you super dizzy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i also messed around in the toys department of myer, and found a ken doll that records what you say and deepends it and plays it back to you. ISNT THAT COOL OH MY GOD.i was messing with it for ages, making him say really weird things. hehe.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3861412252693849465-4470275333172181026?l=toffee-nat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://toffee-nat.blogspot.com/feeds/4470275333172181026/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://toffee-nat.blogspot.com/2011/04/oh-cityrail.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3861412252693849465/posts/default/4470275333172181026'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3861412252693849465/posts/default/4470275333172181026'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toffee-nat.blogspot.com/2011/04/oh-cityrail.html' title='oh, cityrail.'/><author><name>★supernat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01431410139191202067</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HEqUMk1JXMU/Sm0EYLu6TAI/AAAAAAAAAA0/AV7X5nQZ-xk/S220/CIMG1573.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3861412252693849465.post-3566485431271490219</id><published>2011-04-10T23:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-11T00:27:57.497-07:00</updated><title type='text'>it's so cheap, oh my god!</title><content type='html'>so to all those loyal shoppers at woolworths (like me), go to coles. idgaf, but it's so cool. everything's suddenly so much cheaper because they're doing that 'shove prices down and leave it like that' thingo.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;okay okay, so i kinda went around buying all the cheap stuff, and then realised that i could easily just make dad buy some of it (because it was like.. soap) so i took it back. but basically i bought:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- chocolate&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- toni&amp;amp;guy dry shampoo&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- garnier instant melt in treatment: silky waves&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;yeah i know, it says waves. i don't have wavy hair HAHAHAH. but thats okay! maybe it'll make my hair kinda wavy somehow. i love wavy hair btw. i wish i had it sometimes. i always try and do those overnight thingos, but that doesnt work for me all the time; it doesn't look natural and falls back to my normal hair within a few hours anyway.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;POINT IS. you know how that stuff is normally like? 8-10 bucks? generally? i got it for 2 bucks. NO JOKE MANN THATS SO CHEAP TO ME. IT WAS SO CHEAP THAT I DIDNT  EVEN CARE THAT IT WASN'T CATERED FOR MY HAIR.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;toni&amp;amp;guy is pretty goddamn expensive normally, and originally the dry shampoo was approx.. 15 or 16? okay thats actually alright priced, but whatever. i bought it for 6.50. see how goddamn cheap stuff is there! it's so weird cause i swear they're probs not making profit.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;anyway i saw another product there, it was a moisturiser by the brand milk and had super gorgeous packaging okay? i'm a sucker for packaging. but i saw it was on sale for 5 bucks and it was a decent amount too, so i assumed it was shitty.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;looked it up just then, apparently it's worth 35 bucks here. well... thats what they're selling it for on their official site. seriously they sell this in myer and its goddamn 35 bucks wtf.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i'm not kidding man its right here:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.milkskincare.com/shop/itemdetails.php?id=11&amp;amp;mode=shop"&gt;http://www.milkskincare.com/shop/itemdetails.php?id=11&amp;amp;mode=shop&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;how pretty and simplistic is their packaging man! actually a lot of their products are for men.. BUT THE MOISTURISER I SAW WAS UNISEX I SWEAR.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;..actually its for men. nvm. i probably won't buy it then HAHA. maybe i will maybe i won't. it works pretty well if you ask me (i used it really quickly cause.. yeah) but the smell is kinda funky. it's rosemary mint and i hate rosemary hehe.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;well thats all i bought today. 11 bucks in total. even the chocolate was on sale!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;anyway i havent showered since saturday morning. i don't think thats something to be proud of, but i don't think my mums realised yet so thats okay. i think thats what i'm gonna do this holiday.. i'll still shower everyday, but i wont wash my hair unless i'm going out. cause i'm okay being all disgusting at my place, not so much to the world.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;anyway i have an english test tomorrow :( i really hate doing those. afterwards i'm going around bankstown square i guess.. just for a while.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;wednesday i have a math class, but i need to work out how to take my bro there cause his one starts half an hour after mine, but he can't catch public transport and shit by himself cause he's a little brat. he should know these things but noooo, everyone else just does it for him&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;speaking of that, my morning was pretty shit too. i was meant to SLEEP IN GODDAMNIT. because tomorrow i have a class as well as the day after so no sleep in then. i dont think i'll get one on thursday either.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;basically some dude came to my house at 8.30 to deliver some weed killer and mum wasn't home to sign, so basically he (my brother) barged into my room and started yelling that some guy was downstairs and needed mom. no shit man, it's what she ordered. my door was closed, so when he barged in, it slammed against the wall. well fuck you. if my room has a crack in it today you're dead.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;he's super dramatic too (like i can be sometimes hehe) and he was basically running and yelling. kinda like in those movies when its like 'FUCK SHE GOT AWAY' and stuff. I DONT NEED THAT CRAP AT 8 GODDAMN 30 IN THE MORNING OKAY? GO DO IT YOURSELF, YOU'RE NOT THAT STUPID OBVIOUSLY MUMS GONE SHE LEAVES AT FREAKING 7.30 ARE YOU STUPID?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and not to mention while running up to MY ROOM AND SLAMMING THE SHIT OUT OF IT, you're leaving the dude downstairs with the door goddamn open where he can easily go in, lock the door, and kill us. THINK LOGICALLY. so he signed it and took the weed killer in (yeah you can't have just done that and not woken me up?)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i stayed in bed til.. 11.40 ish. as soon as i wake up though, he's all like 'natalie buy me food im hungry'&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;yeah well. fuck you. i haven't had breakfast yet and i'm not goddamn hungry, why're you? you had breakfast and HAVE ALL THE LIBERTY TO GO INTO THE KITCHEN AND MAKE SOMETHING.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;so he was like 'buy me foood' in this whiny voice and he sounded like he was all groaning and stuff too. so i asked him what he ate. '...an egg?'&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;yeah okay, then why don't you make another goddamn egg if youre so hungry? theres even heat up stuff in the fridge and refrigerator. why the hell do i have to go out and buy you goddamn food.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;OR EVEN BETTER, WHY CAN'T YOU BUY IT YOURSELF HUH? ITS NOT THAT HARD TO GO OUT, BUY FOOD, AND COME HOME UNSCATHED.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;all you have to do is go up the stairs, tell me (quietly) that you're gonna buy food, AND LEAVE.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;so by 11.50 i was out of the house to buy lunch. and i wasn't in a very good mood. because the entire time that i was changing and getting my stuff together he was like 'buy me food already! why're you taking so long!'&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and then i told him i just woke up, and he was like 'WELL YOU SHOULD'VE WOKEN UP EARLIER'&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;'well i'm sorry, but i'm the one who wakes up at 6.30 (what a lie, i wake at 7) every morning okay? I DESERVE SLEEP.'&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;he shut up HAHA. its because when dad was in singapore, he had to take himself to school, meaning waking up at 7. he hated it. suck on that. i'm gonna use it against him now.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;ended up buying kfc for him, subway for me. where i happened to find a hiring note.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;so i applied for subway. okay dude i need money? i dont give a shit anymore, no place that doesn't involve food is gonna hire me atm because i'm young, have no experience, and not willing to work a lot of hours.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;not to mention theres no clothing stores that close to my place :/ at least with subway it's a 10 minute walk and i can walk back even if it's late at night. and transport is free! hooray! and apparently it's decent work too, no grillers or anything and i guess i can start eating every now and again.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;urnghhhhhh cravings screw youu! eating my wallet.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3861412252693849465-3566485431271490219?l=toffee-nat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://toffee-nat.blogspot.com/feeds/3566485431271490219/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://toffee-nat.blogspot.com/2011/04/its-so-cheap-oh-my-god.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3861412252693849465/posts/default/3566485431271490219'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3861412252693849465/posts/default/3566485431271490219'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toffee-nat.blogspot.com/2011/04/its-so-cheap-oh-my-god.html' title='it&apos;s so cheap, oh my god!'/><author><name>★supernat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01431410139191202067</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HEqUMk1JXMU/Sm0EYLu6TAI/AAAAAAAAAA0/AV7X5nQZ-xk/S220/CIMG1573.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3861412252693849465.post-6213874914014648043</id><published>2011-04-10T05:54:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-10T05:58:00.782-07:00</updated><title type='text'>pms.</title><content type='html'>seriously hate it when i get pms because i get the full package man. i get pissy, get cramps (that make me want to die) and i get headaches. i think i get a bit clumsier too because i kept whacking my head into things in the past few days, and not kidding, but theres 2 lumps on my head now. i whacked it on a table, the car, and the shower door.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;at least i get sleep in tomorrow. hopefully no one calls in the morning and freaks the shit out of me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3861412252693849465-6213874914014648043?l=toffee-nat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://toffee-nat.blogspot.com/feeds/6213874914014648043/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://toffee-nat.blogspot.com/2011/04/pms.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3861412252693849465/posts/default/6213874914014648043'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3861412252693849465/posts/default/6213874914014648043'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toffee-nat.blogspot.com/2011/04/pms.html' title='pms.'/><author><name>★supernat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01431410139191202067</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HEqUMk1JXMU/Sm0EYLu6TAI/AAAAAAAAAA0/AV7X5nQZ-xk/S220/CIMG1573.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3861412252693849465.post-329482159827882030</id><published>2011-04-08T06:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-08T06:27:33.136-07:00</updated><title type='text'>pudding.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;i don't know why, but someone used to call me that a lot last year. it was pretty weird:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;'pudding!'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;'whaa?'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;'you responded HAHA. you're pudding'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;yeah okay, weird. i have weird nicknames. i get duck, pudding, mouse/rat, and some other weird shit.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;(note: they don't call me rat in a bad way, it just happens that in viet, mouse and rat are the same thing and i get called that because i don't like to shower that much and get stinky)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;anyway! it's school holidays already! hooray! i don't really care too much though, i'm kinda annoyed though. i should've gotten the stupid work experience forms oh my god D; i could've just done all that shit in the HOLIDAYS rather than doing it during school terms or something.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;i don't like the first week of holidays this time, namely because i have 2 tutoring sessions and i'm planning to finish most (if not all) of my work in that time. so then i can run around free in second week.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;i'm getting a lot of headaches and cramps lately. weird. i normally never get headaches, but right now every time i move my head, it feels like the insides are swishing about like they're having some hardcore party up there.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;aiii. i'm so tired and it's only 11.15. oh! i'm really happy btw, regarding my school marks anyway. it's getting better so thats a good thing right? i'm not screwing up too much stuff atm, so it's good 8D i'm so happy about that though! because in year 7 i had like.. super good grades, then year 8 and 9 i gradually started flunking, and this year i'm picking it back up. hopefully it'll keep getting better and i'll get straight a's the entire year for the first time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;that'd be nice.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;i kinda killed my bag too. meaning i either need to:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;a) buy a new bag&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;b) fix my old bag&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;if i buy a new bag i think i'll buy a shoulder bag instead, like.. one big enough to fit my junk. it's somewhat easier to run to the station, because the bag doesn't whack against my back when i run. oh, on note of trains. i figured out why i kept missing it. my phone time is wrong. its slow by 3-4 minutes :/ so if i keep leaving home like.. 5 mins before the train of course i'm gonna miss it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;*sigh* i'll try catching my normal train more often next year. and have like.. a ONE NORMAL TRAIN. i've totally given up on ever catching the 29 again though, so early.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;gonna catch one of the 50's or the 44 if i'm early. and i probs won't get off at bevo so much, cause the train's so crowded sometimes and i'm in no rush for school anyway.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;i'll blog more in hols though! i promise&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;michfish is gone nowwwww. darn bitchh left meee and is running away to narnia! haha if you're reading this how was staying on a plane for ages without peeing or food? what kind of torture is that man! i love the toilet in airplanes. it's like GURHSHASHADHAFHGHHH. and would probably suck the soul out of my ass or something.&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/3861412252693849465-329482159827882030?l=toffee-nat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://toffee-nat.blogspot.com/feeds/329482159827882030/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://toffee-nat.blogspot.com/2011/04/pudding.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3861412252693849465/posts/default/329482159827882030'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3861412252693849465/posts/default/329482159827882030'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toffee-nat.blogspot.com/2011/04/pudding.html' title='pudding.'/><author><name>★supernat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01431410139191202067</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HEqUMk1JXMU/Sm0EYLu6TAI/AAAAAAAAAA0/AV7X5nQZ-xk/S220/CIMG1573.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3861412252693849465.post-2960491307882537789</id><published>2011-04-04T05:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-04T05:27:48.758-07:00</updated><title type='text'>for the night.</title><content type='html'>ahh the joys of being home alone and just singing randomly. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I DONT GET THIS A LOT ANYMORE SCREW YOU JASON GETTING INTO HIGHSCHOOL AND COMING HOME EARLIER THAN ME SO I CAN'T HAVE MY AWESOME 'ME' TIME BECAUSE YOU'RE SITTING LESS THAN 2 METRES AWAY FROM ME, SO IF I START SINGING AND DANCING YOU'LL BE LIKE 'WTF MY SISTERS FUCKED UP' WHEN I'M REALLY NOT, I JUST USE THE TIME BETWEEN WHEN I GET HOME AND WHEN MUM GETS HOME AS A VENT FOR WHATEVER I NEED.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;...yeah rant. HAHAHA&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;ooh i hate the fact that he comes home earlier than me now. seriously, the time between when i got home til my mum got home was the most cherished time i had daily.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;for one, i dont know. i'm by myself? whats not to love? i can sing, i can dance, i can cry my heart out, i can have music on full blast and no one will give a damn.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;(unless neighbours start complaining about the loudness of the music, but its not up that high anyway. i can't stand it super loud, just loud enough for me to be happy)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;ohh i miss those times. screw you. growing up.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;this is why i really want to be able to move my study table to my room.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;a) whoop? its upstairs and my bro can stay downstairs. and not to mention he's just watching stuff half the time anyway and it's on freaking full blast or something. i swear he's deaf or something, he wears ACTUAL headphones and i can still hear the pokemon theme blasting out of them from the other side of the room.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;b) i dunno? privacy? isn't that nice too? i feel more comfortable when i can see that people are heading to the room i'm in, rather than people sneaking up on me. you don't realise how much that scares the shit out of me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;c) i've always totally wanted to start talking into a webcam/mic without having people listen on. not like my bro actually cares, he does it all the time on skype, and i'm like. right next to him. and he's going all 'HAHAHAHAHAH YOU'RE SO STUPID I CAN SEE YOU HAHAHAHAHA' and i feel like slapping in some manners and telling him to shuttup.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;d) ITS JUST MORE CONVENIENT OKAY?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;anyway, been listening to more english music as of late (shock! horror!) so thats cool. thats cool.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;check out musiq soulchild ;D goood stuff. namely 'for the night' and 'so beautiful'. they're really nice songs imo.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3861412252693849465-2960491307882537789?l=toffee-nat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://toffee-nat.blogspot.com/feeds/2960491307882537789/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://toffee-nat.blogspot.com/2011/04/for-night.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3861412252693849465/posts/default/2960491307882537789'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3861412252693849465/posts/default/2960491307882537789'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toffee-nat.blogspot.com/2011/04/for-night.html' title='for the night.'/><author><name>★supernat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01431410139191202067</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HEqUMk1JXMU/Sm0EYLu6TAI/AAAAAAAAAA0/AV7X5nQZ-xk/S220/CIMG1573.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3861412252693849465.post-4850548465669368926</id><published>2011-04-02T05:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-02T05:35:22.133-07:00</updated><title type='text'>uungh.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;oh god im so tired, but i really don't want to sleep. i swear i had more shit to do than this.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;i'm so bored arghh, i've been jamming to the same song the entire day (thats cause its GOOD), and now i'm just. bleh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;nothing to do! had a test at tipps today, and i'm pretty determined to move up at the next atb now. like seriously, when i got the result i was super motivated, and then i lost that. and then something happened and now i'm all like 'SCREW THAT NEED TO GET BACK TO MY OLD CLASS'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;i miss the people in my old class too :( not that the people in my current class are bad, but they're really boring in my opinion. in class no one talks, no one really does anything. i have one of the chicks from my old class who moved down with me, and we're cool and stuff. and theres also the chick that she used to go school with who moved up to the current class.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;so we're all kinda newbies in that class. we're actually the only ones. so we stick together and chill during break and class. not to mention i'm in front row HAHHA.. oohh weird. i know everyones like 'front rows for losers' but its not that bad. i mean i'd rather sit further away from the teacher, because if i don't they'll probably catch me out for something, but its not that bad.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;im just ranting about stupid stuff now HAHA.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;oooh yeahh.. my eyes feel like they're a desert. they're really dry atm, and i won't be surprised if tomorrow i end up with EXTREME DRY EYES THAT WON'T LET ME WAKE UP PROPERLY NOOO.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;i really want to have a sleep in sometime, seriously haven't had one in ages. on saturday i got swimming at 10 and i got church on sunday at 9.30. meaning no sleep in for me! but i really need one, haha have you seen the bags under my eyes? it looks like i could probably drop off at any second.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;i want a sleep in where i wake up naturally. meaning like.. 12 noon or something. which is what i plan to do. every single goddamn night in the holidays (Y)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;i have to go canberra this hols too.. ugh.. i really hate going canberra. it's really boring and theres only so many times where you can go to questacon, and other places and not get bored.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;actually, going museums and galleries and stuff is even worse. if the place i'm staying at is nice, and has like.. a spa and pool and gym and sauna and stuff, why not just stay inside the entire time?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;on other travelling associated stuff, i'm going on a cruise. like.. next april. HAHA so far awayyyy! but now i really want to go places. i swear, all my views on something change really easily! arghh! point is, i really want to travel now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;like overseas for once. just to have some fun i guess. anyway, the cruise is 10 days around the pacific islands and stuff, so it should be fine. maybe i'll meet awesome friends who'll be cruising (haha get it) with me and stuff while we play with coconuts and monkeys and stuff!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;no jks, i'm gonna have an imaginary friend and sit by myself the entire time and leech off the spa and pool service or something.&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/3861412252693849465-4850548465669368926?l=toffee-nat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://toffee-nat.blogspot.com/feeds/4850548465669368926/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://toffee-nat.blogspot.com/2011/04/uungh.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3861412252693849465/posts/default/4850548465669368926'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3861412252693849465/posts/default/4850548465669368926'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toffee-nat.blogspot.com/2011/04/uungh.html' title='uungh.'/><author><name>★supernat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01431410139191202067</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HEqUMk1JXMU/Sm0EYLu6TAI/AAAAAAAAAA0/AV7X5nQZ-xk/S220/CIMG1573.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3861412252693849465.post-1171608663780177401</id><published>2011-03-29T04:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-29T04:15:06.915-07:00</updated><title type='text'>tasting the rainbow.</title><content type='html'>haven't had skittles in ages. kinda.. craving them now.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i've been really happy lately. or maybe i've been really sad/upset. i can't tell honestly, when i'm happy and when i'm sad it kinda blurs when i look back on the past 2 weeks or so. because honestly, it keeps going up and down and thats kinda confusing me. so in my head i'm 'happy! no wait.. sad.. no wait happy!'&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;so i'm gonna count it as happy right now, because i am happy right now. so all is fine in natland! yay!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;shit what was i gonna talk about. oh right, jewellery. hahah i have weird topics. i want an infinity necklace. like a necklace with the infinity sign, and the chains connecting the two sides and stu- I'M SERIOUSLY DESCRIPTIVE ON THIS, SO I'M NOT GONNA CONTINUE. like seriously i can see it in my head and everything.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;RANDOM THINGO BUT YEAH. i'll find you one day dear necklace, and once i find you, you better not rust and die you got that?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i still have to finish some work.. ):&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;so i'll take my leave now, bye!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;note: i'll post later.. like tomorrow or something&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3861412252693849465-1171608663780177401?l=toffee-nat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://toffee-nat.blogspot.com/feeds/1171608663780177401/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://toffee-nat.blogspot.com/2011/03/tasting-rainbow.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3861412252693849465/posts/default/1171608663780177401'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3861412252693849465/posts/default/1171608663780177401'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toffee-nat.blogspot.com/2011/03/tasting-rainbow.html' title='tasting the rainbow.'/><author><name>★supernat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01431410139191202067</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HEqUMk1JXMU/Sm0EYLu6TAI/AAAAAAAAAA0/AV7X5nQZ-xk/S220/CIMG1573.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3861412252693849465.post-1890253135621634716</id><published>2011-03-20T04:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-20T04:32:22.057-07:00</updated><title type='text'>wow.</title><content type='html'>two posts in one day! haven't had one of 'em since last year... or more.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;finished modest proposal. freaking hate it. i hate satire in general, i never really got the entire sarcasm-humour thingo anyway.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;my eyes are annoying me! seriously one of my eyes are dry and the other one is normal. and i cant do anything about it! i tried eye drops already and NOTHINGS WORKING. ITS JUST DRY ON ONE SIDE WHILE THE OTHER ONES FINE.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;now i'm continuously blinking or something. due to that.. my normal eye is kinda tearing up AHHA.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;hmmmgmgmg. (thats a noise i make. really! its not me doing something weird)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3861412252693849465-1890253135621634716?l=toffee-nat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://toffee-nat.blogspot.com/feeds/1890253135621634716/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://toffee-nat.blogspot.com/2011/03/wow.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3861412252693849465/posts/default/1890253135621634716'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3861412252693849465/posts/default/1890253135621634716'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toffee-nat.blogspot.com/2011/03/wow.html' title='wow.'/><author><name>★supernat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01431410139191202067</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HEqUMk1JXMU/Sm0EYLu6TAI/AAAAAAAAAA0/AV7X5nQZ-xk/S220/CIMG1573.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3861412252693849465.post-2120870888764873621</id><published>2011-03-19T04:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-19T21:31:36.694-07:00</updated><title type='text'>red cross.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;red cross fundraising on friday!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;oh how fun it was, we had so much fun.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;kinda.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;seriously the first half of the day was shit. kinda.. yeah i'm really bad at making up my mind. well the first horrible part was the fact that we had to wake so early. i'm surprised i got up so easily though. seriously i got up faster than normal days to school. i think thats cause people were like 'who wants to make bets that nat will miss the train!' and people actually rose their hands.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;YOU'RE ALL LUCKY YOU DIDNT BET MONEY.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;anyway train ride was fine, everyone was actually.. awake. i was seriously expecting people to be like, half asleep or something and yeah.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;got there, got our buckets and got money. i'm so happy to see people donating so much! seriously! i got a fifty that day too! and i was like 'oh my god wow'.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;seriously a 50 note is a big deal to me. a 50 note is EVERYTHING. i rarely ever get 50's! and i've never really owned a 100 note. seriously mann. i rarely even TOUCH 100 dollar notes. thats why when people go pay at the office with one of 'em i'm like.. stroking it and stuff.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;anyway so yeah, met some dude who was like 'dance to the backstreet boys and i'll give you money'. but i dont know their dances. oh well, he gave me money anyway. if you asked me to do kpop dances i could do it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;THEN OMG. THE DUDE WHO PREACHED US. AHHAHAHAHAHAHAH&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;so basically the dude came up to us on a scooter and was about to give money. but.. he only had a 50. WHICH YOU KNOW. IS PERFECTLY FINE TOOO COME ON MAN.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;told us he'd come back with money and so he left. AS IF HE WAS COMING BACK.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;..he came back. well he gave us some money, and then was like 'now i'd like to have a talk to you' in a super serious voice. which kinda scared the shit out of me cause i seriously thought he was gonna murder us or something. some gang related stuff!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;anyway he started preaching to us about god and how we're all sinners and gonna go to hell if we dont believe in jesus.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;HURRHURR. being the only religious one, i was safe. SUCK THAT YOU TWO. SUCKK ITTT.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;anyway he then said that he worked at baskin robins and to come over for free icecream later 8D wheehee! we ended up getting 3 scoops of icecream 8D soo nice. kinda weird though, cause i thought he was our age when he started talking. i'm not even kidding he was probably only 3cm taller than mich. and he had a babyface so we were like 'WHOA WTF' when he told us he was 19.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;weird.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;anyway my apple tastes like potato. thats not weird right? i think its because they've kinda been sitting on the counter for a few weeks, but my mum told me they're still alright to eat. so i guess thats okay?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;i dont know how you can tell that apples are off. they dont change colour on the outside (i think) and you can't really do much about it o_O&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;woke up at 12.15 this morningggg. burghhh.. i was meant to go church! but apparently my mom and dad were really lazy too so they were like 'nevermind whatever' so thats why i stayed asleep till 12. hahah normally i wake up at like.. 8.30 or something on sundays.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;camps this weeekk. yayy. i'm super tired and sleepy. someone killz me now. i dont know how i'm gonna go about with camp HAHA. half the time i'll be in glasses! AND I HATE WEARING GLASSES OH MY GOD.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;and then my hair will be pinned up, because seriously, who wants a fringe in their face 24/7? gonna bring heaps of instant noodles and sturff. cause i'm scared the food will be shit. or like.. i get midnight food hunger.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;i dunno.. i think i'm gonna have to take train to and from though. so thats.. painful urgh i dont want to do that! but no one will drive me, so i don't really have a choice. i dont know how much crap im bringing! so i need to work out which bags to use and stuff! ARGHH.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;i'll make a list later. bye!&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/3861412252693849465-2120870888764873621?l=toffee-nat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://toffee-nat.blogspot.com/feeds/2120870888764873621/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://toffee-nat.blogspot.com/2011/03/red-cross.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3861412252693849465/posts/default/2120870888764873621'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3861412252693849465/posts/default/2120870888764873621'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toffee-nat.blogspot.com/2011/03/red-cross.html' title='red cross.'/><author><name>★supernat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01431410139191202067</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HEqUMk1JXMU/Sm0EYLu6TAI/AAAAAAAAAA0/AV7X5nQZ-xk/S220/CIMG1573.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3861412252693849465.post-1734964808335628200</id><published>2011-03-18T00:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-18T00:34:15.115-07:00</updated><title type='text'>shoes.</title><content type='html'>WANNA SEE MY SEXY ASS SHOES?&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://i575.photobucket.com/albums/ss193/xNATskee/IMG_0363.jpg" style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;aren't they beautiful? oh my god i'm so in love with them. seriously oh my god my love&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and me wearing them:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://i575.photobucket.com/albums/ss193/xNATskee/IMG_0360.jpg" style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;excuse the fact that i'm in pajamas. and that i kinda look like a slut. well i'm sorry that i like to sleep in super short shorts! its so much more.. comfy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;weird HAHAEHAEHEHA. oh god i love them. and they have heels. oh my god i love you. you make me tall. oh my god i love you so much, you make me taller than michelle.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;ehaehaehaheaehe. i'll post later about today!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3861412252693849465-1734964808335628200?l=toffee-nat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://toffee-nat.blogspot.com/feeds/1734964808335628200/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://toffee-nat.blogspot.com/2011/03/shoes.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3861412252693849465/posts/default/1734964808335628200'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3861412252693849465/posts/default/1734964808335628200'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toffee-nat.blogspot.com/2011/03/shoes.html' title='shoes.'/><author><name>★supernat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01431410139191202067</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HEqUMk1JXMU/Sm0EYLu6TAI/AAAAAAAAAA0/AV7X5nQZ-xk/S220/CIMG1573.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3861412252693849465.post-6471487019084271532</id><published>2011-03-15T01:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-15T01:30:41.788-07:00</updated><title type='text'>tireeeddd.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;hngggggg really tired lately. haven't been sleeping properly lately. i keep waking up at 3am or something and i just stay awake for a while before i sleep again. sometimes i need to pee in the middle of the night too? HAHAHA yeahh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;i gots hist due tomorrowwwwwwww. but im not doing it tomorrow.. so i guess thats alright. i'm seriously gonna memorise my speech off by heart or something because i really suck at public speaking.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;yeah i hate public speaking. despite having a course on it in year 7 as a co-curricular, i fear it and hate it. geez its so freaky! i'd rather have everyone be like.. texting or not paying attention when i'm talking rather than everyone just staring at me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;i'm going to avoid staring at people who're staring at me. i think i'd be thrown off by the entire eye-contact thing and die.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;my teeth really hurt atm. arghh! i'm seriously scared that i have like.. a cavity in one of my teeth or something. cause everytime i eat chocolate or something on that side, it hurts like shit after.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;arghh! and i'm getting cold sores again! i hate the fact that i get cold sores now! someone passed the virus to meeee D: now i'll have them forever. when i get sick anyway.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;camps coming up soon! next week actually. i'm kinda looking forward to it? i dunno i don't know how to prepare for it. what am i meant to bring? do we go swimming the first day? what am i gonna do? do i have to bring lots of food? ARGHH.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;i should blog more often or something. with a better topic.&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/3861412252693849465-6471487019084271532?l=toffee-nat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://toffee-nat.blogspot.com/feeds/6471487019084271532/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://toffee-nat.blogspot.com/2011/03/tireeeddd.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3861412252693849465/posts/default/6471487019084271532'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3861412252693849465/posts/default/6471487019084271532'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toffee-nat.blogspot.com/2011/03/tireeeddd.html' title='tireeeddd.'/><author><name>★supernat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01431410139191202067</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HEqUMk1JXMU/Sm0EYLu6TAI/AAAAAAAAAA0/AV7X5nQZ-xk/S220/CIMG1573.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3861412252693849465.post-7956249744669203914</id><published>2011-03-04T23:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-03-05T01:13:07.828-08:00</updated><title type='text'>hello.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;hellooooo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;i dont have much to say. damn.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;BUT I WANTED TO TALK ABOUT MY CONTACTS. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;cause you know how i normally wear dailys? im switching to bi-weekly 8D well.. not switching, i've already switched.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;(this post is gonna be very boring)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;anywayy. i thought my previous brand was pretty good! turns out its pretty shit actually HAHA. okay basically my previous one was from specsavers. like they're actual own brand one. kinda like how woolworths have their brand of random stuff, which is normally pretty bad.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;so i dont know why i thought their contacts were gonna be good. im weird.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;ANYWAY, my problem with my previous one was that it dried out my eyes super quick. like seriously, by 6th period my eye would have like. little moisture.. so my eyes didnt shine or anything HAHA. they were all dull and matte. and when i took them out, one eye would be red due to lack of oxygen.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;and.. you can always tell that im wearing contacts. seriously its not hard to see, theres like a random ring around my eye.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;so i switched to ACUVUE. BI WEEKLY.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;MAN. FIRST PRO: they have sexier packaging. i dont even know how to open the specsavers one. theres a tab to open it but then its actually joined to the rest of the box so you have to rip it open o__O their packaging is SEXY. its like 5 gum or something man! and their contact boxes are so much prettier. theyre snazzy and stuff too.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;another pro: DUDE WHAT THE HECK ITS BLUE. its like the PRETTIEST LIGHT BLUE TINGE when you look at it in the light. SO PRETTY. and i can actually tell where it is now, rather than randomly grabbing around for my contact.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;another one: my eye kinda sucks it up. like.. a vacuum. i dont even have to touch my eye anymore, it kinda just jumps to it as soon as a bit of the contact touches. thats kinda gross sounding.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;i don't randomly go out of vision either. like before, i was in tutoring with my other contacts and i started kinda staring into space, and when i realised it, my eye was really out of vision. they were kinda just drifting around while i was staring i guess. but it SUCKED. CAUSE IT TOOK LIKE MORE THAN 5 SECONDS TO GO BACK INTO VISION. i hate that!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;i can wear these ones for long periods of time. apparently. haven't tested it out yet. the longest time i've had contacts in was probably like.. almost 14 hours or something. and that was when i got an eye infection HAHA. BAD.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;idc, i love my new contacts. you cant even see where it is now. so now people won't be like 'cool i can see your contacts' GO SEE ON MONDAY. YOU CANT TELL ANYMORE.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;and if you do tell.. then.. booooo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;i got ipt on murrndayy. need to study up! i'm gonna be at gloria jeans again. sitting on my table with books and shit. and some drink. its kinda funny cause they dont kick me out even though im there for like 3 hours, and i finished my drink in the first 20 minutes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;gloria jeans is actually a really nice place to study. i swear its so calm and peaceful even if its in the middle of the city (just don't stare too much out of the window). theres no music playing normally and its really warm there. and the staff are nice. and they dont question why im here when school started 2 hours ago.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;anyway. i just thought about it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;but i feel absolutely ugly when i get caught wearing glasses now. im normally fine with it, hell sometimes i think i look pretty nice with glasses, but im sorry, when i'm having a bad day and my hairs tied up messily and i had a breakout or something. having glasses on me is like *gunshot*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;im not saying anything about other people who wear glasses constantly, cause some people look really good in them. seriously. i just don't think i'm one of them HAHA.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;i mean seriously, today i just came back from swimming, my hair was wet and i was in pajamas with my glasses on and my cousin came over and she was like 'whoaaa okay'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;and shes USED to me looking like this. im rarely without glasses when im with family. i just don't care about my appearance for family. but URGHHH i just think i look horrible with glasses sometimes. and that kinda annoys me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;i mean seriously, it doesnt happen that often. its either:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;a) when im at home and i didnt go anywhere all day&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;b) on sunday morning at church. or grandmas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;c) when a contact falls out of my eye or some shit. or when i run out of contacts. or SOMETHING. JUST WHEN THINGS SCREW UPPPP.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;WHY CANT I HAVE PERFECT VISION NOOOO&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/3861412252693849465-7956249744669203914?l=toffee-nat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://toffee-nat.blogspot.com/feeds/7956249744669203914/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://toffee-nat.blogspot.com/2011/03/hello.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3861412252693849465/posts/default/7956249744669203914'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3861412252693849465/posts/default/7956249744669203914'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toffee-nat.blogspot.com/2011/03/hello.html' title='hello.'/><author><name>★supernat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01431410139191202067</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HEqUMk1JXMU/Sm0EYLu6TAI/AAAAAAAAAA0/AV7X5nQZ-xk/S220/CIMG1573.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3861412252693849465.post-2183050505994229487</id><published>2011-02-28T02:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-28T02:49:54.054-08:00</updated><title type='text'>omg.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;last day of summer. WHATTT NOOO.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;i only went to the beach once man! what is this! urghh..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;anyway today was alright, i hate commerce.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;which is going to be the topic of this post. dude sinclair hates me, whole world probably knows that. but you know what he did today?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;he yelled at me for drinking water.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;(cue laughter)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;im not even kidding! im serious man! he actually yelled at me for drinking water. and i thought the worst explanation for yelling or something was when makar put me in detention practically because i was sitting next to nancy. nancy's danger bubble.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;basically he was yelling at the class for not shutting up when he walked in (and the party don't start til' i walk in) and then said that me and celine just carried on with our conversation. which yeah, i'll accept because yes we were talking. about her being thirsty or something. but the entire class was talking, why you hatin' on us man?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;then after i started taking a sip out of my bottle and he yells at me for drinking water while he was talking. well i'm sorry that when you speak i get thirsty. geezus man, how is that even disrespecful. disrespectful is when like.. i chuck my bottle at you or something.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;ITS LIKE HE HAS SOME PROBLEM WITH ME OR SOMETHING. IM SORRY THAT I DIDNT REMEMBER YOUR NAME. ITS NOT LIKE I EVEN HAD YOU AS A TEACHER. MY MEMORY SUCKS AND I CAN'T DIFFERENTIATE BETWEEN TEACHERS OKAY?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;GEEZ WHY YOU HATE ME FORR?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;ANYWAYY. so yeah. that was my day summed up in a class. have a lot of work and assessments coming up now.. got english on friday, ipt on monday, satire on thursday and science on friday.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;NOT HAPPY, NOT HAPPY.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;i dont even know why im posting this. i just want the world to know about the asshole that is my commerce teacher.&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/3861412252693849465-2183050505994229487?l=toffee-nat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://toffee-nat.blogspot.com/feeds/2183050505994229487/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://toffee-nat.blogspot.com/2011/02/omg.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3861412252693849465/posts/default/2183050505994229487'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3861412252693849465/posts/default/2183050505994229487'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toffee-nat.blogspot.com/2011/02/omg.html' title='omg.'/><author><name>★supernat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01431410139191202067</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HEqUMk1JXMU/Sm0EYLu6TAI/AAAAAAAAAA0/AV7X5nQZ-xk/S220/CIMG1573.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3861412252693849465.post-8773491010728677077</id><published>2011-02-19T20:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-19T21:19:15.165-08:00</updated><title type='text'>hello pretty!</title><content type='html'>gosh, i was just randomly looking around a while ago and i came across this SUPER pretty dress.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;honestly, if i could i'd totally buy it for formal, but it just seems too.. extravagant for a year 10 formal. maybe for year 12.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i'm sorry if you don't like talking about formal shit, but i dunno, i've always just randomly looked around on online shops so.. coincidence?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;but man, selena gomez has some of the prettiest dresses ever.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;this was the dress that caught my eye:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;asos maxi corset dress in black (which is sold out. yay):&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.asos.com/Asos/Asos-Asymmetric-Corset-Maxi-Dress/Prod/pgeproduct.aspx?iid=1121319"&gt;http://www.asos.com/Asos/Asos-Asymmetric-Corset-Maxi-Dress/Prod/pgeproduct.aspx?iid=1121319&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.starandstyle.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/12/Asos-Asymmetric-Corset-Maxi-Dress.jpg" style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 298px; height: 460px;" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and then worn my selena gomez:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://img153.imageshack.us/img153/8917/49385celebrityparadisec.jpg"&gt;http://img153.imageshack.us/img153/8917/49385celebrityparadisec.jpg&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;the image is too big, so i figure i may as well leave it in a link. isn't it gorgeous? seriously i love it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;but then again i can't wear strapless, cause you know. lack of stuff there. but who cares. if i got someone to put like 2 spaghetti straps it'd be fine.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i dunno.. i really like the half long half short styles. they're seriously pretty. especially with chiffon. i dunno, its just so pretty. and shows off legs. and yet still is all flowy and gorgeous ARGH.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i'd really like to wear a dress like that sometime. seriously it'll look like i stepped out of a magazine or something.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;except you know, im not pretty HAHA. but who cares! the dress! its so pretty! i think its approx 130-150 AUD, so thats.. alright i guess. i wouldn't really know, i don't know how much people spend on dresses for formal.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and you know, considering im gonna have to pay for myself i guess i shouldnt spend too much xD&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and plus, whens the next time i can wear a dress like that? ever? other than formal?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;maybe like.. a swanky party or something. just sayin' convenience.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;but if i liked a dress a lot i wouldnt mind only wearing it once and just leaving it in my wardrobe. and i'll just look at it and swooooon. and randomly wear it around the house&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;thats actually what i did yesterday, in a dress that i wore for my uncles wedding. it's a floor length fuchsia dress with a chiffon thing around it or something. hard to explain.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;it was pretty at the time! but now i cant help but think 'wow its bright'. whats worse is i cant even fit into it anymore. i can only zip it halfway and i wore it in winter last year HAHAHA. but its okay, cause i just walked around with it half zipped. and it was nice. cause it told me i grew taller.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;the end of it is a bit below my ankles now, when before it almost went to the floor even with heels on. so that's nice.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;random post is random&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;/end&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3861412252693849465-8773491010728677077?l=toffee-nat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://toffee-nat.blogspot.com/feeds/8773491010728677077/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://toffee-nat.blogspot.com/2011/02/hello-pretty.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3861412252693849465/posts/default/8773491010728677077'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3861412252693849465/posts/default/8773491010728677077'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toffee-nat.blogspot.com/2011/02/hello-pretty.html' title='hello pretty!'/><author><name>★supernat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01431410139191202067</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HEqUMk1JXMU/Sm0EYLu6TAI/AAAAAAAAAA0/AV7X5nQZ-xk/S220/CIMG1573.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3861412252693849465.post-4181394177354290637</id><published>2011-02-17T23:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-18T01:04:23.211-08:00</updated><title type='text'>sweet potato.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;i like sweet potatos. honestly i like pretty much every fruit and veg with the word 'sweet' in it. haven't tried that much anyway. sweet peas, sweet potato. thats about it isnt it? i like sweet peas, peas in general. especially if someone (tracey) lets me peel them open and take out the actual peas. they're so cute! i swear. even though theres no point in taking them out of the pod (cause you know. the outside is yummy and you can just get frozen peas and save yourself the hassle) but they make me happy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;i think every time i get upset i'll go to the supermarket and buy cookie dough, sweet potato, icecream and sweet peas. and just bum at home eating it all. and poppin' out peas. i don't know why i find it amusing, they're just so cute. when you open them its so.. strange. all the peas are all cuddled up next to each other and .. i dunno. maybe i take some weird joy out of splitting peas away from each other.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;imagine each pod was a house, and each pea inside was part of the family. i feel kinda mean now. they're just so easy to peel off too.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;i think half my fascination comes from the fact that that time at traceys was the first time i ever peeled a pea pod and took out the peas. it's amusing! it really is! kinda jealous of serena though, she got to peel like. a bajillion of them when i got to peel 5. pooppp i should've been quicker with peeling apples.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;oh well. i also like corn fed chicken. yeah i have expensive taste ;D its nice though! its sweet, and you can really taste the corn. and i like corn.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;i also like baby vegetables. they're super cute arent they! i love them. they're so small. and i like those really really leafy dark green.. veggies. i dunno they all kinda taste a like to me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;why the hell am i talking about vegetables?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;i had a few posts actually. like, quite a few that i wrote. but they all went into drafts because it was basically just me swearing my head off because i was pissed at my bro and stuff. all good now haha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;haven't blogged in a while! and as tradition to my blog, i dont blog for ages and load up on a super condensed post. which normally HAS a specific point to it, but i always get distracted. throughout the entire vegetable thing, i kinda lost the purpose of this post.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;school work is PILINGGGG. i got a notice for my next hsc assessment btw. its coming up in 3 weeks or so, so i guess i should start studying my arse off and do notes and everything. considering, you know. i hate ipt and kinda suck at it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;satire day is coming up too. history teacher likes giving us a LOT of work. and i seriously mean a LOT. seriously wtf man, and shes kinda scary too. she's so fun and swears in class, but shes freaking scary.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;math is alright i guess, i finish the work in class most of the time now. which is good! i like that. a lot. because it gives me time to figure out my other shit thats piling up.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;wheeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;this year when i consider year 11-12 subbies. im gonna think real hard. no assuming. nothing i truly hate. cause honestly, if it just turns out like my relationship with ipt, i'd probably die.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;seriously man. i always say i hate math or i hate science or whatever, but NONE OF THAT. COMPARES. TO MY HATE FOR IPT.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;which is what i'll do now. i guess.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;hw time baby.&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/3861412252693849465-4181394177354290637?l=toffee-nat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://toffee-nat.blogspot.com/feeds/4181394177354290637/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://toffee-nat.blogspot.com/2011/02/sweet-potato.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3861412252693849465/posts/default/4181394177354290637'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3861412252693849465/posts/default/4181394177354290637'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toffee-nat.blogspot.com/2011/02/sweet-potato.html' title='sweet potato.'/><author><name>★supernat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01431410139191202067</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HEqUMk1JXMU/Sm0EYLu6TAI/AAAAAAAAAA0/AV7X5nQZ-xk/S220/CIMG1573.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3861412252693849465.post-3449479334399165971</id><published>2011-01-27T14:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-27T15:23:38.332-08:00</updated><title type='text'>figures.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;i figured i may as well do another post, because like. i dunno. i'm bored.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;todays bacon's and my brother's bday! hooray!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;i really have nothing to do, so i may as well recount the past few days. urhm.. well on monday i went to tutoring and found out i dropped a class?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;shit, that was depressing. i seriously thought that i'd just be at the cut off and i'd try harder next time, but seems not. so i'm gonna be on classes on saturday now. WHICH EFFING SUCKS BTW, CAUSE NOW I CAN'T GO OUT ON SATURDAYS. GRAH.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;it's alright though, my parents are taking this a LOT better than i expected. they're just gonna try making me do hw in a timetable way and shit.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;which i really hate actually :/ i hate the entire idea of working to a timetable other than school because it makes me feel like a bloody robot or something. i just hate having to do things at certain times. whats wrong with being flexible with my times! oh right, because i don't get anything done.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;but thats okay, because my resolution this year was to pay attention to school. last night i was thinking, and i realised i actually have a lot to study for. and it'll probably kill me sometime. i have to be studying for my ipt hsc assessments as well as the hsc, and then we have school cert, and then i have tipps.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;tipps, i have to do good in the next half yearly so i can move back up. and around that time, i also have my NORMAL half yearlys which i have to do good at too.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;...okay when i list it out, it doesn't seem as stressful, but when you're lying in bed thinking about how much you have to do, it really really seems like a lot. and considering i hate ipt and am doing shit at it. screw.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;i think i've almost given up on ipt. i'm a freaking idiot to take the subject. i would've dropped it this year, but my mum was all like 'nooo noo you cant! no point! you've already done one full year'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;IM GONNA GET OFF THAT TOPIC BECAUSE NOW I'M GETTING ALL STRESSED&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;okay, well tuesday was traceys thingo? mich came to my house beforehand and you've probably read it on her blog already so i'll just skim through.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;yeah she came over at like, 10.20 or something when i just woke up so when she came in i was like 'yeah i'm not wearing a bra' and ran upstairs to get changed. HAHAHAAHA weirrd.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;we sat around and talked and we did an entire hug-out on the stairs since we haven't seen each other the entire holidays. HAHA. when... i was actually wearing a bra.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;ANYWAYYY. we left my house around 11 actually. meaning we would be late. but then again, everyones always late.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;anywayyyy, while walking to traceys we saw a condom ad and started filming while walking and stuff. we passed the bank where there was a sausage sizzle for 2 bucks so i started complaining that she shouldn't have convinced me to leave my wallet at home because i hadn't had breakfast.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;...20 metres later.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;'OMG NAT WE NEED TO GO BACK'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;michelle forgot her stupid water guns back at my place. THAT BITCHHHHHHHHHH. so we had to walk the entire way back and grabbed the guns, 2 bucks and a bottle of iced coffee.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;everytime we passed the condom ad we always started filming ourselves. so theres vids of me totally complaining my head off about walking back and how hot it was and stuff. MAN IT WAS FREAKING HOT. ENDED UP WALKING FOR LIKE, AND ENTIRE HOUR.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;bought a sausage sizzle which we shared happily. it was a damn good sizzle k? and when we got to the end i was like 'you want the rest?' cause im not a big fan of bread with bbq sauce all over it. so we started fighting over than AND I ACCIDENTLY DROPPED IT. OMG OMG.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;so we started walking super fast, cause some lady was cleaning her shop window near us. got to traceys and just started complaining about each other.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;turns out we weren't the only ones late! like seriously, there were at least 3 other people who still had to come and some didnt come til like.. 2 hours later. so it's all good.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;had waterfight, best one i've had in a while. got really wet too. darn. why am i so unsuspecting to bucket attacks. why were there even buckets in the first place?!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;WHY AM I EVEN RECOUNTING THIS FULLY? theres other people who say the exact same thing!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;i'll just skip to dinner. dinner was surprisingly GOOD. HAHAHAHAHAA shit tracey reads this.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;BUT ITS A COMPLIMENT (Y) the paella was pretty good. anyway, monica dared me to get a slice of ginger for 4 bucks. thats a good deal isnt it? btw, i'm talking about like. the yellow ginger unpeeled, so it was pretty hard.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;SHIT DUDE, THAT THINGS DISGUSTING. GAWD. i took ONE bite and i felt like gagging. i freaking forgot how ginger tasted so i tried it. OH MY GOD EW. i dont even know how michelle ate the entire slice. freaking hell, that stuff is disgusting.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;and then i dunno, food bets seemed to start. namely with celery soup. ew. me and mich did it again cause the bet was 4.50. hey it seems liable right? and i was broke too, so i needed money.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;basically, we had to eat a bowl full of celery. like.. not celery soup, tracey picked out all the celery and piled it into our bowls and it was pretty much level with the top of the bowl. and this is one of those asian standard ones okay.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;AND SO WE STARTED EATINGGG. at first i was like 'hey this isnt that bad' cause it was all mushy and not hard, so it was easier to eat. but then i noticed mich going super fast. so i was like 'FUUUCCCCCCKKK' and started shoveling into my mouth.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;if you watch the vid of us eating, everytime my head leans forward and i cover my mouthis when i feel like vomitting.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;thats at least 5 times.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;anyway, mich won in the end. screw. i only finished like half a bowl. seriously felt sick afterwards, so i dont know what was in my head when i decided to drink more solo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;WHICH MADE ME ALMOST VOMIT AGAIN. i literally felt everything come back up my throat in solid, mushed up form. okay i'me being too descriptive.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;after that we had carolines cake. WHICH IS LIKE OMG OMG SO GOOD SO GOOD. she's really good at baking or something i swear. the cheesecake was soooo soooo good.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;and then we just sat around and talked.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;hahahaaa end recount for tuesday.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;wednesday was australia day. i sat on my ass and stayed there for quite a long time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;thursday was yesterday. sat on my ass until i had to go english tutoring. which sucked btw. i dont think its actually helping me because seriously, i think im getting kinda freaked out by all these poems.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;the teacher showed us this poem where the guy is like.. obsessively in love with this chick, and then strangles her with her hair.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;yeah weird ay?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;and today i don't really have plans. i think im gonna laze on my butt a little bit more. OH. I REALISED SOMETHING LAST NIGHT.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;i know why my waist is uneven! like.. my waist isnt straight across like -, its \. except.. not at such a severe angle. you probably wouldn't really notice it being at an angle.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;note: before one of you goes to the tag box and say 'what waist', don't bother. seriously not appreciated k?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;ANYWAY. its because that side is where my phone and stuff is when im wearing the school skirt! thats why it drags it down and sticks there!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;i'm genius.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;i'm gonna leave now. bye.&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/3861412252693849465-3449479334399165971?l=toffee-nat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://toffee-nat.blogspot.com/feeds/3449479334399165971/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://toffee-nat.blogspot.com/2011/01/figures.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3861412252693849465/posts/default/3449479334399165971'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3861412252693849465/posts/default/3449479334399165971'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toffee-nat.blogspot.com/2011/01/figures.html' title='figures.'/><author><name>★supernat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01431410139191202067</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HEqUMk1JXMU/Sm0EYLu6TAI/AAAAAAAAAA0/AV7X5nQZ-xk/S220/CIMG1573.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3861412252693849465.post-3069276926407763102</id><published>2011-01-23T03:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-23T03:29:42.832-08:00</updated><title type='text'>sleep.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;WHAT THE HELL BODY CLOCK? YOU WANNA KILL ME OR SOMETHING?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;i swear, the past few days have been hell for me to get to sleep. i've already kinda accepted that it takes me 2 hours of lying in bed to sleep, but now it's getting worse.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;kinda to the point where i sleep at the usual time (1 or so now) and then wake up after 2 hours. then stay up for another 30mins-1hr and go back to sleep.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;and then wake up again. at any random time. then back to sleep and wake up at 11.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;this sucks! seriously! i never realised how long half an hour. last night was weird though. had weird dreams and weird stuff happened, and it was really weird.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;okay so basically i went to sleep at 11. lying around in bed like a loser. for some reason there was an excess of pillows in my room so.. that was annoying. plus two of them were some kind of latex pillow so they were really fat and pouffy and hard.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;so i laid there and eventually kicked off the sheets because it was too hot, and then i threw the pillows off my bed, and then went to pick them up again, and then i put the covers on and the- it just repeats for a really long time k? i got really frustrated so i started swearing at the pillows.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;i swear, at least 10 times that night i sat straight up and started swearing at the pillows and saying how i couldn't sleep, before slamming back down onto the bed. and then wrapping my arms and legs around the nearest pillow.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;side note: i always need two pillows to sleep. one for my head and one for hugging 8D i literally cling to the thing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;ANYWAYYYYY. so for some reason, my phone was ringing at 12:10. it was actually tracey. her reason? to make me order a cheesecake from ella's for her dinner party. she's lucky i wasn't asleep.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;i don't normally pick up late calls like that anymore. any call past 12 kinda freaks me out. they're not normally good calls.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;ANYWAYYYYYYYYYYY. after that i fell asleep and then woke up at 3.30. laid around again and i got bored around 6 so i texted mich to ask if she was asleep yet because the previous day she was complaining about not being able to sleep til 6. HAHAHA LOSER.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;anyway after that i fell asleep and thats where my dream begins!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;so basically in my dream, after texting mich i give up on sleep and go downstairs on the computer. where she's online. for some stupid reason. so we talk and i start talking about how tracey called at 12, and that i was really freaked out because i had read this story where this chick got a call from her manager telling her to bring something the next day (which the manager could've easily done in the morning). and then like.. the chick's manager has no recollection of her calling her and that there are no traces of calls to the phone. and that the phone rang out Lady Gaga's Telephone when it was on silent.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;this is complicated. i'm just rambling.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;anyway, after talking about how freaked out i was and stuff i woke up in bed. at 12 o_O which is weird cause mum never lets me sleep until 12 when she's home, and i wake up at 11 normally.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;yeah thats probably really confusing now that i think about it. whatever. i'm just really bored now and feel like typing.&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/3861412252693849465-3069276926407763102?l=toffee-nat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://toffee-nat.blogspot.com/feeds/3069276926407763102/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://toffee-nat.blogspot.com/2011/01/sleep.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3861412252693849465/posts/default/3069276926407763102'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3861412252693849465/posts/default/3069276926407763102'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toffee-nat.blogspot.com/2011/01/sleep.html' title='sleep.'/><author><name>★supernat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01431410139191202067</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HEqUMk1JXMU/Sm0EYLu6TAI/AAAAAAAAAA0/AV7X5nQZ-xk/S220/CIMG1573.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3861412252693849465.post-6977509536276631608</id><published>2011-01-18T22:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-18T23:05:46.543-08:00</updated><title type='text'>apple.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;i like apples now. don't really know why but i do. a while ago i posted something about me peeling apples for the first time. it's kinda addictive- peeling an apple.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;i'm still working on it! now theres only like. 2-3 pieces of skin left once i finish peeling, so later on i'll have like, a super long piece of apple skin and it'll be awesome. hehe. i still slice it up like an idiot though. you know how most people do it in segments and shit? and how they slice it down the middle and segments and stuff?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;yeah, i can't do that. core's too hard for my weak wrist and shitty knife. so i do it a different way! basically i peel all the skin, and then start chopping from the sides until i reach the core. this way i get left with all these thin slices of apple in varying sizes and ugliness o_O but it's okay, i still munch on them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;i think my knife is super blunt or something. it's a really small knife with serrated edges and it's been in my house for god knows how long. it's not sharp at all. because if it was, i would've already sliced off my thumb or something. each time the skin breaks i always wham it straight into my thumb. i swear if it was something sharper and deadlier, i would have like.. half a thumb.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;i'm bored. i have my ATB tomorrow and i'll study later, but i'm proud to the fact that my notes are now.. 13 pages. yayyy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;WISH ME LUCK. I ACTUALLY NEED IT.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;im bored. what the hell am i doing. dad went to fly off to singapore today for work. he's such an idiot, he didn't even consider money. when mum asked how he was gonna get money he was like 'oh right. money'. and so mum had to go to the bank to get a pass or something to let dad access money in singapore.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;i have a feeling i got passed on that trait though, cause im shit with money and i'm constantly broke. hooray!&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/3861412252693849465-6977509536276631608?l=toffee-nat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://toffee-nat.blogspot.com/feeds/6977509536276631608/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://toffee-nat.blogspot.com/2011/01/apple.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3861412252693849465/posts/default/6977509536276631608'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3861412252693849465/posts/default/6977509536276631608'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toffee-nat.blogspot.com/2011/01/apple.html' title='apple.'/><author><name>★supernat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01431410139191202067</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HEqUMk1JXMU/Sm0EYLu6TAI/AAAAAAAAAA0/AV7X5nQZ-xk/S220/CIMG1573.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3861412252693849465.post-1192331827759111218</id><published>2011-01-18T01:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-18T01:50:21.738-08:00</updated><title type='text'>eye drops.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;i abuse them. literal- well not really, i just use them so much that people probably think i'm weird.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;i have this weird thought that whenever theres something wrong with my eye, constant use of eye drops will help. somehow. eyes are red? eyedrops. eye has eyelash in it? eyedrops. (or go ahead and pick it out) eye feels dry? eyedrops. bored? eyedrops.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;i have a feeling my eyes have gradually gotten dryer once i started wearing contacts. i swear, i never used eye drops this much before having contacts. they also smell weird.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;anyway, i think i did a post a while back before the holidays started complaining that i was going to be bored shitless and the holidays will take forever and i'll die or something.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;its going REALLY FAST RIGHT NOW. im actually freaking out. seriously how long do we have left? next week and isn't that basically it?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;MANNN IM DEAD.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;i was mean't to do so much! i was supposed to study my ipt and get a head start! i was supposed to do volunteer work, i was SUPPOSED TO FREAKING CLEAN MY ROOM.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;UGHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH. and i still need to sew up my dead bag! GAWD IM SO LAZY.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;i need to go fix up my nails too. they're all broken and stuff o_O i don't get why they keep breaking.. it's always on the side too! never in the middle. but then again i have square nails so thats kinda expected.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;and my nails are tools 8D hurrhurr. i don't know how i'd live without them. what also makes me confused is when those people with uber long nails (the fake ones) pick up stuff like pieces of paper really.. weirdly. like they use their pointer and thumb and just pinch the surface trying to get the paper to crinkle but it doesnt. and then they get frustrated. and then they try again until it works. which it does! eventually.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;i like square nails. don't know why, but i do. imo they look better when you paint your nails with nail art.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;too bad they're an ass to keep up. they always break. especially on my thumb and pointer! they're constantly breaking!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;why the hell am i talking about nails?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;onto other topics. HAHA MICH IS COMING BACK THIS WEEEEEKKKKKK. shit shes coming back on my ATB. i wrote out notes for my test, and it's like.. 11 pages. i'm proud i wrote them all, but i keep getting this feeling i won't even bother reading them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;*shrugs* i'll pass somehow.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;oh yeah! someone explain the difference about UNDERWEAR.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;geezus its so confusing! whats the difference between hipster bikini, bikini, brief, half brief, full brief, boy short etc etc.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;I MEAN COME ONNN. i thought all bikini's end at the hip! thats why i now have to go return underwear cause it literally goes 2inches above my hip. i have this thing for pretty underwear. some people are gonna go 'wtf, why would you want pretty underwear if no ones gonna see it' but don't you feel better when you're getting changed and you look in the mirror and be all like 'haha i have cute underwear on'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;that sounds weird. i'm not talking about like. raunchy underwear or anything, just pretty designed ones. the ones that probably cost a lot more.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;just makes you feel better you know! same thing with bras! in my case anyway, i'm not sure how many other people feel this way. HAHAHA IM SO WEIRD.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;just saying though! it makes me feel a lot more happy and confident knowing i have awesome underwear on. and then theres like.. when i have my period and i just wear whatever.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;i swear the things that run through my head when i get my period are weird. why am i talking about this? i swear the only people who check don't really care when i get my period. except michelle. because then she has to panic about her own. HARHAR.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;i know dang checks back here a lot. YEAHH I CAN SEE. you check back so much! you're probably 50% of the views on my blog as it is!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;...unless it's someone else going through dang's page to this one. o___O&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;random post, im going to go watch dream high now.&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/3861412252693849465-1192331827759111218?l=toffee-nat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://toffee-nat.blogspot.com/feeds/1192331827759111218/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://toffee-nat.blogspot.com/2011/01/eye-drops.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3861412252693849465/posts/default/1192331827759111218'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3861412252693849465/posts/default/1192331827759111218'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toffee-nat.blogspot.com/2011/01/eye-drops.html' title='eye drops.'/><author><name>★supernat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01431410139191202067</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HEqUMk1JXMU/Sm0EYLu6TAI/AAAAAAAAAA0/AV7X5nQZ-xk/S220/CIMG1573.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3861412252693849465.post-7189900491872750186</id><published>2011-01-08T16:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-08T16:29:05.750-08:00</updated><title type='text'>smashed tomato, tofu, rice and soap.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;gawd i hate washing dishes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;actually, it's alright, as long as the bowls don't have a lot of leftover food in them and squashed ingredients. or tomato. squashed tomato looks really disgusting when its crushed at the bottom of the sink, mixed with soap.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;but it's something everyone has to face i suppose, and i'll get over it eventually. the rest of the dishwashing is alright i suppose. i just hate the first part where you have to rinse it and then take the sieve out and chuck all the leftover food mixed with soap out. eughhh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;oh! i peeled an apple for the very first time 2 days ago! yeah that sounds retarded, but i've never been a big fan of apples. seriously the first time i bit one was when i got a bit of gemma's toffee apple.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;i'm not lying. i never eat apples like that because i had braces when i was younger, and before i didn't like apples o_O&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;but thats okay! because once i get these stupid braces off i'm going to eat apples like a normal person!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;but for now, i have to continue peeling them and cutting them and shit. i don't know why i peeled them though, because as soon as i finished i ate the skin bit by bit. weird experience though! peeling apples isn't as bad as i thought it would be!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;i used one of the smaller knifes in my kitchen and started peeling it so that wasn't so bad. at least i didn't try like.. a butter knife or something.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;i only remember my grandma peeling apples and i saw it on this show once, so i just tried that method, which is where like..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;the knife is facing you and your thumb is resting on top of the skin and you're just peelin' awayyy. SCREW DANGEROUS SITUATIONS.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;initially i tried to go the other way, so the knife wouldnt face me, but that didn't work and i just ended up screaming every 5 seconds when the knife cut the skin off.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;HURRHURR. found out the knife isn't that sharp either. when the skin got cut off there was at least 5 times when the knife hit my thumb (and i screamed) BUT IT WASN'T SHARP AT ALL.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;so yeah. that was peeling.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;i tried cutting the thing right down the middle! because i forgot there was a core. THE CORE IS EFFING HARD. or i'm just weak with a knife, either way.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;so i ended up cutting like.. a rectangular prism where the core was, and then trying to get little bits of non-core. didn't work, but thats okay! cause i still got my apple!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;took me 15 minutes to  peel and chop it up, and then it took me 10 minutes to eat! totally worth it!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;i like green apples though :D they're nice and sweet.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;oh yeah, i forgot, but one of my other resolutions is to take more risks. not in the way that i could die or something but more like.. live life with some excitement. or something. it probably won't follow through as well as it goes in my head but i'll try! i mean if you never ask, the answers always no. if you never try and grab something, it'll never be yours. and.. there was one more.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;i dunno, i saw it on tumblr.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;why the hell am i talking about tumblr when im on blogspot.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;whatever, just saying that i should probably take more chances this year and try more things. new things. like peeling apples!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;effing random post, i just felt like i had to because i neglect this blog a lot.&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/3861412252693849465-7189900491872750186?l=toffee-nat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://toffee-nat.blogspot.com/feeds/7189900491872750186/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://toffee-nat.blogspot.com/2011/01/smashed-tomato-tofu-rice-and-soap.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3861412252693849465/posts/default/7189900491872750186'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3861412252693849465/posts/default/7189900491872750186'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toffee-nat.blogspot.com/2011/01/smashed-tomato-tofu-rice-and-soap.html' title='smashed tomato, tofu, rice and soap.'/><author><name>★supernat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01431410139191202067</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HEqUMk1JXMU/Sm0EYLu6TAI/AAAAAAAAAA0/AV7X5nQZ-xk/S220/CIMG1573.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3861412252693849465.post-308691474542944984</id><published>2011-01-06T18:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-07T03:09:38.107-08:00</updated><title type='text'>bunnychub &amp; bunnyjuice.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;OOH SHIT. forgot to blog. oh well, no one really cares anyway.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;no real reason for the title, they're just my baby cousin's names. HAHA. nicknames, it'd be weird if they were actually called that. bunnyjuice is jessica because she's cute and sweet, bunnychub is vivi because she's cute and.. chubby?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;i like bunny chub more. bunny juice talks WAYYY too much.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;weird, i'm comparing them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;anyway, first topic! you know that line? 'you never really know what you have til its gone'?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;YEAH. FUCK IT REALLY APPLIES TO LIFE.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;and this isn't related to romance! on nye i was wearing contacts like.. for 12 hours straight. you know, normally that'd be fine. normally i can wear them for even 14 hours. but i haven't been wearing contacts all holidays unless i went out so yeah. jeezus! my eyes were so freaking red when i took them out! i was so freaked out so i put in heaps of eye drops and stuff so it wouldn't be so dry.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;the next morning i got woke up by all the light cause i left my curtains open the other night. HOLY CRAAP MAN. COULDN'T OPEN MY EYES. i could open them a tiny bit, but everytime i looked at the window it hurt, so i just buried myself under the covers. i could open my eyes a bit bigger under the covers, so i assumed it was some light sensitivity thingo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;anyway, i just kept putting eye drops in and trying to open my eyes more (that sounds weird.) until they fully opened.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;then i realised they were still red like the night before o_____O so i went into a full panic thinking i got an eye infection or something and yeah.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;ANYWAYYY. point of the story is, take care of your eyes. like seriously. for me, if i had to lose all my senses except one, i'd choose everything but sight. i dunno, but i've always found sight the most important sense.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;which reminds me of my next point! ny resolutions! i don't actually have that many, and theres a list on my phone somewhere, but that's charging upstairs so yeah.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;b&gt;1. take care of eyes/body.&lt;/b&gt; yeah, after that entire thing with me not being able to open my eyes properly, i'm gonna properly take care of my eyes. meaning no reusing my dailys contacts unless i've worn them less than 8 hours! and as soon as i get back home or something, change into my glasses. and probably try and wear glasses more, it's not good for me to be wearing contacts so much anyway.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;b&gt;2. wear sunscreen everyday.&lt;/b&gt; i'm actually kinda failing at this cause i haven't done it, but thats okay. i'll work on it. the reason for this is because when i went to the beach on new years i got sunburnt. AGAIN. IN THE SAME PLACE. gawwdd! and this one was so much worse! i totally forgot to put sunscreen on my neck/shoulders and i was at the beach for at least 6 hours. it's peeling now o____O&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;b&gt;3. learn to cook! &lt;/b&gt;i need to at least learn how to cook minimal things! i mean seriously, it kinda sucks just eating instant food all the time. i think the reason i'm reluctant to cook savoury stuff is because i like sweet things and i don't like looking at raw meat. at all.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;(WTFUCK ITS POURING)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;b&gt;4. water. &lt;/b&gt;yeah i'll start bringing water so school. its not that shocking!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;b&gt;5. schoolwork. &lt;/b&gt;pay attention in school. study. don't fail math. get an a for geography for once. get over average for.. most subjects. don't procrastinate so much. HAND THINGS ON TIME. HAND THINGS IN. darn, i need to pick up my marks so bad. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;on another note, i swear my math mark is going lower and lower. considering that i used to love math and i got a pretty decent mark in the math section of selective, this isn't that good. i blame makar. just sayin'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;b&gt;6. don't be a bitch, unless they are.&lt;/b&gt; i'm emphasising this one. just to be a better person. i think it's kinda stupid of me to be mean or something to other people when they've done nothing to me. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;HAHAHAHA. but then again theres those people who have really been a bitch, but thats okay! because this year (like 6 days ago.) i wiped that slate clean! meaning i'm not gonna be a bitch to anyone, and make an effort to be on.. decent terms (HARHAR maybe.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;this probably sounds super weird. like REAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAL weird. hard to explain :/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;i have a few more. but seriously, it's taken me over 5 hours to do this post and i need to shower sometime. i keep skipping around crap, seriously.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;this is depressing. i hate it when this happens! when a video stops to buffer at the crucial point! and then takes FOREVERR to load.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;don't expect another blogpost anytime soon :L i already have a hard enough time thinking on what to put here, which explains why this post is so goddamn messy.&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/3861412252693849465-308691474542944984?l=toffee-nat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://toffee-nat.blogspot.com/feeds/308691474542944984/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://toffee-nat.blogspot.com/2011/01/bunnychub-bunnyjuice.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3861412252693849465/posts/default/308691474542944984'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3861412252693849465/posts/default/308691474542944984'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toffee-nat.blogspot.com/2011/01/bunnychub-bunnyjuice.html' title='bunnychub &amp; bunnyjuice.'/><author><name>★supernat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01431410139191202067</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HEqUMk1JXMU/Sm0EYLu6TAI/AAAAAAAAAA0/AV7X5nQZ-xk/S220/CIMG1573.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3861412252693849465.post-7459110323056931089</id><published>2011-01-02T03:16:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-02T03:20:05.942-08:00</updated><title type='text'>reminder.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;this is just a reminder for me to blog about things so yeah. feel free to ignore.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;- shitass health&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;- ny resolutions (i kinda did it before? but everyone else is so much more descriptive so i may as well be descriptive)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;- FUCKING EYES.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;- lazy, feel like puking out my organs atm&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;- sunburns/sunscreen&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;- crap ass holidays.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;hurrhurr. expect that tomorrow. i was meant to blog about a lot of that stuff on new years day, but i didnt get a chance cause i went to a beach near woollongong with family. then i didn't do it today because i had to go out to lunch in the city with family again. where i coincidently met gemma in qvb! hoorraaaaaaaaaaayy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;i might not even blog tomorrow, aunt and grandma are going airport and mum seems intent on strapping me down to a chair to study for my atb and shit.&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/3861412252693849465-7459110323056931089?l=toffee-nat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://toffee-nat.blogspot.com/feeds/7459110323056931089/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://toffee-nat.blogspot.com/2011/01/reminder.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3861412252693849465/posts/default/7459110323056931089'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3861412252693849465/posts/default/7459110323056931089'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toffee-nat.blogspot.com/2011/01/reminder.html' title='reminder.'/><author><name>★supernat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01431410139191202067</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HEqUMk1JXMU/Sm0EYLu6TAI/AAAAAAAAAA0/AV7X5nQZ-xk/S220/CIMG1573.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3861412252693849465.post-6912268575415703197</id><published>2010-12-31T04:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-31T05:18:18.721-08:00</updated><title type='text'>happy new year!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;i wish everyone the best this year, and i hope you all get what you want and deserve in life (HAHA THAT SOUNDS THREATENING. but if oyu look at it optimistically it looks better).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;anyway, i've got new years resolutions placed down in a secret place no one will ever be able to access. my locked notes in my phone. MUAHAHHAHAHA. it has my most extensive password to date cause everyone knows all my passwords. i changed it btw, most of them arent ________ anymore ;D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;if i had to sum all my resolutions into one though.. it's basically 'be happy'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;i don't really know why, but in the end, isn't everyone's ultimate goal is to be happy?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;if someone plans to lose weight as a new year resolution, they're doing it to feel better about themselves arent they?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;if someone plans to not be a bitch the entire year, isn't it because they want to be a better person?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;if someone wants to totally make themselves over or something in the new year, wouldn't it be so they aren't so insecure about their appearance?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;in the end, don't those all just point to 'be happy'?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;HAHA there are exceptions i suppose, like.. depressing things that i don't really want to talk about 18 minutes before the new year. btw, expect a text. if you didn't get a text.. it's because you're overseas or your phone is permanently dead. HARDY HAR HAR HAR.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;i miss being in school actually. wait. scratch that, i miss being with all of &lt;i&gt;you&lt;/i&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;it's so lonely at home! there's really no one to talk to and some people have kinda disappeared off the face of the earth o___O PLUS theres like.. the people overseas and stuff. doesn't matter, a new year.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;harharr everyone on tumblr's all like 'why do people keep thinking a new year is a new start you can start anytime etc etc'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;i dont know, but i get more motivation when it's the start of the year. it just means everything (well.. most) from the previous year doesn't drag into. for example you decide you'll do awesome at math and work reaaaaaall hard for the next test, and meanwhile you get your crappy mark from the previous. true story bro, it's sad stuff.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;i'm gonna keep a bloody school schedule thingo this year. i actually need one. gawddamn man i need to keep track of everything otherwise i'm literally screwed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;brb watching fireworks baby&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;OMFG SO PRETTY HEART FIREWORKS MANNNG&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;anyway my right eye is so red. i haven't work contacts in that much thats why, and i wore them the entire day today. gawd i feel dizzy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;menaing i'll blog tomorrow or some shit. i hope you all loved my awesome texts.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;i havent changed my underwear since last year. HARDYHARHARHAR.&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/3861412252693849465-6912268575415703197?l=toffee-nat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://toffee-nat.blogspot.com/feeds/6912268575415703197/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://toffee-nat.blogspot.com/2010/12/happy-new-year.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3861412252693849465/posts/default/6912268575415703197'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3861412252693849465/posts/default/6912268575415703197'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toffee-nat.blogspot.com/2010/12/happy-new-year.html' title='happy new year!'/><author><name>★supernat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01431410139191202067</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HEqUMk1JXMU/Sm0EYLu6TAI/AAAAAAAAAA0/AV7X5nQZ-xk/S220/CIMG1573.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3861412252693849465.post-5754329580918986354</id><published>2010-12-30T22:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-30T23:15:51.293-08:00</updated><title type='text'>hello 2011.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;well i haven't been blogging since forever so i figured i'd do SOMETHING. i mean seriously this blog is going dead. if you look at my stats per month they started dropping and this ones will have super dropped xD only blogged like.. once this month.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;i need to figure out some resolutions before midnight strikes, and i need to keep them. i want at least ONE year that i keep a/all my resolutions.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;before i talk about nye and shit i guess i'll talk about holidays. holidays are boring and i'm not doing that much other than sitting on my ass. i went shopping today though! went hurstville to check if sales were still on and indeed they are. and hopefully after new years all the prices will drop again or something.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;i bought a shirt, necklace and new earphones today. the earphones were a kinda impulse because they were 5 bucks cheaper than normal. but then again, my current earphones aren't exactly dead yet. just the thing that holds the two wires together is dead, and no amount of gemma's duck tape could fix it :/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;so yeah. plus they were getting pretty dirty and stuff.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;i went out boxing day shopping with hubbyyyy :D went city, cause thats the only thing open on boxing day. other than like.. bondi i think.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;there were so many people in myer! i swear it was so crowded and there was this huge ass line for the escalator and stuff. me and peony were more interested in the skincare and cosmetics and stuff so we just stayed on the bottom level. there was a mac section!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;we took two depotting pots each. i'm not sure if they're actually free? but they were sitting there near all the sample thingos (like mascara wands or something if people are scared of using the one already there) so i guess it's fine. they're really cute btw. they're all small and plastic. a bit bigger than my thumb and have the mac logo. i'm gonna put stuff in it, hehe.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;peony got totally glitter-fied too. cause we were messing with the loose glitter and so we put a clear coat of nail polish then stuck her finger in. it lasted a while until she rubbed it off.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;i dont really know what to talk about when it comes to new years... to be honest i'm half indifferent to it all.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;BUTTT&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;I LOVE FIREWORKS. and i'll put up a proper post as soon as i come back from dinner and fireworks at brighton 8D&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/3861412252693849465-5754329580918986354?l=toffee-nat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://toffee-nat.blogspot.com/feeds/5754329580918986354/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://toffee-nat.blogspot.com/2010/12/hello-2011.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3861412252693849465/posts/default/5754329580918986354'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3861412252693849465/posts/default/5754329580918986354'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toffee-nat.blogspot.com/2010/12/hello-2011.html' title='hello 2011.'/><author><name>★supernat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01431410139191202067</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HEqUMk1JXMU/Sm0EYLu6TAI/AAAAAAAAAA0/AV7X5nQZ-xk/S220/CIMG1573.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3861412252693849465.post-5125419574015538425</id><published>2010-12-19T16:28:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-19T17:05:08.354-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;im so effing bored. wtf man, its not even that into the holidays and im already bored. what the hell? this is why i need to get off my ass and do something.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;mmkay lets see. thursday was the dunch thingo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAH. man i should blog more often! now this post is gonna be epically long. basically that day i didn't eat breakfast so when we started eating, that was basically my brekkie.. i guess. that day, i didnt eat dinner either. that meal was basically all the food for the entire day. man i was so full! i wasn't bloated when it was time to sleep so i'm guessing it was alright.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;im not making sense am i?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;friday? did i actually do anything on friday? i dont think i did. i think i bummed around at home and realised if i had to do this for the entire holiday i'm pretty much screwed over. OHH now i remember what i did on friday. i stayed home on msn and shit.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;hahahha had to call mich cause she was scared shitless of some dog outside her house. EFFING HILLARIOUS MANNNNN. next day she left for hk :/ meaning i need to find something constructive yo do until the 20th! which.. btw is also the date of my yearly for tipps.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;yeah. a yearly at the start of the year, wth? it's the test that determines which class i go into. i swear if i drop a class im pretty much dead. my parents expect me to MOVE UP a class! not move down! i'm more content with sticking with my current class, i dont really want to be going tutoring on weekends cause then i can't go out if i want to.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;ANYWAYYYYY ON OTHER NOTES. today is monday. i'm still bumming around the house, just this time i have to babysit my bro. so that kinda sucks. but at least he's bearable.. he can actually cook his own goddamn food now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;last year he'd wake me up at 8 in the morning to cook breakfast and cry and call dad if i didnt. SERIOUSLY WTF? if you want food at 8 in the morning go to grandmas damnit! i need my sleep!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;tomorrow i'm gonna go out and wander around the city i guess. try job hunting again and probably go to the new cafe in haymarket with my cousin i guess. sucks man! wednesday i've got to go christmas shopping for my cousins gifts with my aunty. can someone explain to me why every 11 year old (in my family anyway) want the same gift? like this hamster thingo that has motion sensors?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;why? its a robot hamster that screams everytime it crashes into something? my baby cousin (vivi) was playing with one, and she told me that the hamster was extremely smart.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;smart my ass. she let it move to my feet, and when it 'sees' something it'll turn around and go some other way. AS FREAKING IF. THAT THING RAN OVER MY FOOT. however i was particularly amused when it crashed into a corner of the room. it.. made this weird noise. i think it's counted as a scream or something. it kept crashing into things hehe.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;anyway. i'm at that age where all the xmas presents you get from other people are hanging on the tree or in small packages. it's kinda funny actually. cause when i see the xmas tree set up and presents set up, i just go straight to the tree and look for my stuff.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;it's always in the form of either giftcards or jewellery. it's rarely ever something else. and if it is something else, it's clothes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;not that im complaining though! i LOVE giftcards! especially prepaid visas. omnomnom.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;anyway, it always seems to me that the older you get, the smaller your gifts get. for example, last year.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;vivi (4): she got the biggest tower of gifts. i swear if you stacked them up fully, they'd be double her size. they all consisted of these play toys and stuff.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;lisa (...10? 9?): relatively big pile. she's still a kid so people still know what to get her. got a lot of toys and my little pet shop stuff.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;me (HAHA..13?): a lot of giftcards and jewellery. some clothes. big box of.. something.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;kaz (..20?): all giftcards or jewelery.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;see? the older you get, the more people turn to giftcards and jewelery. simple as that. but when you really think about it, it's more expensive too o___o the giftcards kimmy and kaz get are like.. 100 bucks most of the time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;i'm just waiting til the day that my aunts and uncles no longer know what to get me and get me giftcards. i cant wait. seriously, especially when the next day is boxing day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;when i checked out the tree yesterday there was nothing on the tree for me :/ sadly enough, they were all for kim and kaz. effffffff. i found my gifts on a small table, they were like.. the smallest packages :L &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;havent seen a giftcard yet! sucks!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;mmmmmmmmmmmrmmmmggg. well. i dont have much planned out for the rest of december. only thing i can think of is going to the boxing day sales and the next few days after to buy lots of discounted stuff 8D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;then theres nye. MANNN! 2010 was a pretty good year for me! i'm not entirely ready to let go of it yet. but i guess a new year's good too.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;i seriously need to buy a calendar/diary for 2011 though. theres a lot i have to pay attention to in january. you know whats sad about it? ITS MAINLY TUTORING CLASSES WTF.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;any day before the 10th next year and i'm pretty much free. but right after that i have to go tutoring like.. 3 times a week? HAHAHA i should list it out here, you'd all feel so sorry for me since it sucks so much.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;10th: math class, eng cancelled 5-7pm&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;11th: dentist in hursty&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;12th: holiday math class == 1.40-3.50pm&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;14th: eng exam 10-11.05am&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;17th: math and eng class 5-8pm?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;20th: big math exam for changing classes 4.30-6pm&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;24th: math, eng cancelled 5-7pm&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;25th: tracey's supposed dinner party&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;27th: eng class 6-7pm&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;31st: eng math class 5-8&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;hey it doesnt actually look that much when you list it out like that o__o thats okay i guess, but im still going out and crap so i guess i'll have to figure something out. ORRRR i can totally just go out before or after classes 8D thats not so bad! ahhh well.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;right now, my goal of this holidays is to get flexible and yeah (Y) if i can sit with my legs crossed without pain when the hols end, i know i've done my job.&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/3861412252693849465-5125419574015538425?l=toffee-nat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://toffee-nat.blogspot.com/feeds/5125419574015538425/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://toffee-nat.blogspot.com/2010/12/im-so-effing-bored.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3861412252693849465/posts/default/5125419574015538425'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3861412252693849465/posts/default/5125419574015538425'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toffee-nat.blogspot.com/2010/12/im-so-effing-bored.html' title=''/><author><name>★supernat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01431410139191202067</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HEqUMk1JXMU/Sm0EYLu6TAI/AAAAAAAAAA0/AV7X5nQZ-xk/S220/CIMG1573.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3861412252693849465.post-1313106912393102406</id><published>2010-11-30T01:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-30T03:49:36.103-08:00</updated><title type='text'>december.</title><content type='html'>omfg man tomorrow is the start of summer, last month of the year, its &lt;i&gt;december&lt;/i&gt;.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;anyway i got two birds a few days back. im sure amy's cats would love to meet them. just sayin'. do cats actually eat birds? or mice? i wonder if they actually do that o_o if i were a cat i'd be like 'screw them things, they have bones and feathers and fur'&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i mean seriously do you want that? maybe cats arent picky like me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;anyway, my birdies have no names. my brother calls them stuff like 'pidgey' and 'chirpy' when theyre not a bloody pidgeon and they dont chirp. they kinda screech.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i call one of them baby. well both of them. i'm just waiting until one of them just goes 'stupid chick, fine. i'll be baby'&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i'm hoping it'll be the blue one. cause that ones prettier. yeah i'm shallow even when it comes to birds!at the moment the green-ish one is more friendly. it perched itself on my fingers and nipped it every now and again. the blue one is beginning to warm up, it nipped me a little bit but other than that it runs away :/&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;budgies are actually very warm. like.. super warm. i kept trying to get it on my finger because it's warm.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i hope they have babies. cause apparently getting a baby to like you is shitloads easier than an adult.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;btw the green ones a girl and the blue ones a boy. yayyyy make me babies!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;november.. november, especially the last 2 weeks or so has been good to me. i keep seeing 'december be good to me' and all that on various sites and i cant help but think, will it get better for me?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;HELLS YEAH NO SHIT IT'S CHRISTMAS AND HOLIDAYS. WHOOP DE DOOODLE PRESENTS PARTIES BEACHES!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;yeah sorry HAHA. had to do that. anyway, i'm just wondering if when tomorrow comes around,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;will everything &lt;i&gt;disappear?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;NAH AS IF ITS XMAS&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3861412252693849465-1313106912393102406?l=toffee-nat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://toffee-nat.blogspot.com/feeds/1313106912393102406/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://toffee-nat.blogspot.com/2010/11/december.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3861412252693849465/posts/default/1313106912393102406'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3861412252693849465/posts/default/1313106912393102406'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toffee-nat.blogspot.com/2010/11/december.html' title='december.'/><author><name>★supernat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01431410139191202067</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HEqUMk1JXMU/Sm0EYLu6TAI/AAAAAAAAAA0/AV7X5nQZ-xk/S220/CIMG1573.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3861412252693849465.post-7158366471963501505</id><published>2010-11-23T01:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-23T02:19:22.820-08:00</updated><title type='text'>blank.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;someone kill me now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;i seriously won't mind, im having a pretty bad day. like SERIOUSLY? DO WE NEED LUNCH TIME CLASSES NAOOOO&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;i'm going to die from all the stress and work and just yeah. not to mention im procrastinating a lot as it is :/ NOOOOOT HELPING.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;- HSC Assessment Task next Monday (need to do notes and crap)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;- Multi Final Project next Friday (i hate buttons. i hate flash in general. and editting sound)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;- English story due.. tonight? (yeah whoops)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;actually thats not much when you look at it like that o___O but i promise you its a lot! and theyre not.. fun subjects so yeah. bad for me. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;never underestimate the power of chapter 1 in textbooks. when someone says 'oh yeah the assessment is only on chapter 1' DONT. BE. RELAXED.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;i swear! why is chapter 1 in the ipt syllabus always like. 100+ pages. i half wonder how the writers write so much on system development&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;i think ipt is trying to teach me conversation tactics. like seriously. they're all like 'active listening is blah blah blah rather than fake listening blah blah blah there are many tactics for active listening such as saying phrases like blah blah blah that show the speaker that you blah blah blah'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;and theres stuff on conflict resolution and all this stuff.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;flash buttons dont like me very much. the slightest error in coding kinda screws everything up. yeah. i dont like that. at least this is our last one, we've been doing flash for half a year already. at first i was like 'omg flash is so cool things move!' now im kind of 'screw this'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;theres a lot of excursions going on too. its good and all but yeah. i dunno.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;anyway, kris kringle is tomorrow! kinda already know what im getting but i guess thats fine too.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;byebye for now!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3861412252693849465-7158366471963501505?l=toffee-nat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://toffee-nat.blogspot.com/feeds/7158366471963501505/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://toffee-nat.blogspot.com/2010/11/blank.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3861412252693849465/posts/default/7158366471963501505'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3861412252693849465/posts/default/7158366471963501505'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toffee-nat.blogspot.com/2010/11/blank.html' title='blank.'/><author><name>★supernat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01431410139191202067</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HEqUMk1JXMU/Sm0EYLu6TAI/AAAAAAAAAA0/AV7X5nQZ-xk/S220/CIMG1573.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3861412252693849465.post-6364520017846407755</id><published>2010-11-17T03:57:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-17T03:57:46.838-08:00</updated><title type='text'>wishlist.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;stupid michelle made me do a list otherwise i'd get slapped tomorrow :/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;--&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;cotton on dress: the swallow printed one! its so pretty! in my opinion anyway. its nacy and the birdies are pretty.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;bikini: jj's one. looks very similar to the one amy bought in year 7. HAHA GOOD TIMES (Y)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;sewing machine: just something i can alter clothes with when im bored instead of hand sewing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;more nail polish&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;CLOTHES. but that'd take a while to list.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;new handbag: one that has a longer strap.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;SCHOOLBAG: EFF MY ONE IS DEAD. like! a third of the strap ripped off already! goddamn and it was so expensive and i bought it at the start of this year too!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;new ipod: i need to give amy's back because i feel bad for using it for so long. so once i save up enough money im gonna buy one and pay her back some money!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;pencilcase: cause it's kinda annoying having pens float around in my bag.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;wallet: the one i wanted isn't sold in stores anymore :/ or i can't find it anymore. which sucks, cause i really liked it too.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;shoes: namely wedges cause its summer and i dont want to sink into grass. maybe those ones from sportsgirl..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;new earphones: mine are kinda starting to die and lose it's sound :/ sucks! spent 30 bucks on them too!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3861412252693849465-6364520017846407755?l=toffee-nat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://toffee-nat.blogspot.com/feeds/6364520017846407755/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://toffee-nat.blogspot.com/2010/11/wishlist.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3861412252693849465/posts/default/6364520017846407755'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3861412252693849465/posts/default/6364520017846407755'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toffee-nat.blogspot.com/2010/11/wishlist.html' title='wishlist.'/><author><name>★supernat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01431410139191202067</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HEqUMk1JXMU/Sm0EYLu6TAI/AAAAAAAAAA0/AV7X5nQZ-xk/S220/CIMG1573.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3861412252693849465.post-8355678282814280166</id><published>2010-11-05T03:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-11-05T05:00:49.904-07:00</updated><title type='text'>i'm so sorry.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;YEAHHH SORRY PEOPLE. i neglected this blog for an entire month. man time flies fast.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;the thing about blogspot is, that no matter where i go i end up back here anyway. it's like a diary for me where i can talk about whatever i'm feeling, and although i can't really rant about people i don't like, you know- thats what msn is for. duh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;anyway, this week has been a bit weirded out. got.. my period on sunday, so you know. either way it would've been a kinda 'UGHHH DIE' week. on monday though everything kinda just came back from 1-2 months ago and kind of just killed me or something. basically my parents were asking about test results, naplan and shit like that which i had lied about because i wasn't particularly proud of my results. who would when they got like, national average for grammar and punctuation? yeah i sound like one of those prissy nerds xD but seriously! i was so disappointed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;so yeah.. that kind of screwed things up and i got really depressed about that because i just felt bad for lying so much.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;oh! and if anyone hasn't noticed this is gonna be an extensive post. to make up for a month long hiatus and the fact that this is kinda a big point.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;anywayyyy. figured that night would go okay without my mum coming in to talk to me or anything. DEAD wrong.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;she came into my room and just started talking to me. straight out it was 'why did you skip school in september' and i immediately said i didn't, cause seriously i thought i had a chance. yeah that went on one more time except that time i admitted to it. it went on for a LOOOONG silence after that. the lights were off so i couldnt actually see her expression so i was kinda freaked.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;anyway, basically after 10 minutes or so she started talking about me growing up too fast, and about her not 'recognising' me anymore and that she doesn't know what she did wrong while i was growing up and crap.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;yeah well basically i cried a lot that night and yeah. the next morning when i woke up i was SOOO SHOCKED. my eyelids were really really puffy and extended to 3 or 4 times their normal size o_O so it looked really weird. but thats okay, because on the way to school i put ice on it to reduce the swelling. someone noticed that and were like 'you either cried a lot last night or didnt sleep' so i guess i didn't do a good enough job o___o&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;anyway, basically that night i kinda realised how different i am now than when i was in year 7, or starting out in year 7. it feels like i've grown up a lot and i've started doing stuff i shouldnt be doing and that if i don't stop or try to control it, i'll end up as a drug addict or addicted to alcohol or something like that. so i guess i'm going to try and change that? i'm not entirely sure myself, but i know i don't want to have another one of those talks. ever.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;you know! it's like one of those times where you just ask yourself 'who am i?' and yeah sure, people say it's a recurring phase during these years, but i never really thought it'd be real. i kinda freaked when it actually hit me because it was so true. i'm not who i was in year 7. well no shit, but like.. when i was in year 7 i always told myself 'i'd never be someone who would _____' or something.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;and this isn't even about jigging maan. i've done so much crap i said i wouldn't do without even realising it. MOTHEREFFING DEPRESSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;okay well. that was like, MONDAY. so i've cleared up now and i'm pretty good. initially my mom was super nice to me and trying to get closer to me and i appreciated that. at least i have someone to talk to now. my dad kind of avoided me and didnt talk to me o___O for the first 2 days. it's alright-ish now though..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;anyway whats up with life.. lemme think. i've been watching too much crap! seriously! i've watched so much gossip girl, pretty little liars and EVERYTHING GAHHH. wasting so much time!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;anyway i'll try and update when i can, but theres no guarantee. i'll just blog when i want to now :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3861412252693849465-8355678282814280166?l=toffee-nat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://toffee-nat.blogspot.com/feeds/8355678282814280166/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://toffee-nat.blogspot.com/2010/11/im-so-sorry.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3861412252693849465/posts/default/8355678282814280166'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3861412252693849465/posts/default/8355678282814280166'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toffee-nat.blogspot.com/2010/11/im-so-sorry.html' title='i&apos;m so sorry.'/><author><name>★supernat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01431410139191202067</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HEqUMk1JXMU/Sm0EYLu6TAI/AAAAAAAAAA0/AV7X5nQZ-xk/S220/CIMG1573.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3861412252693849465.post-8442083800074058896</id><published>2010-10-09T04:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-09T05:00:47.756-07:00</updated><title type='text'>regret.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;i kind of regret not continuing on my dancing when i was younger. and i regret the choice i actually DID when i did dance&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;i started dance at all stars when i was in year 5 or something. and did it til' the end of year 6 i think. i did a hip hop course cause i thought it was cool then.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;actually. maybe i just regret going to that dancing academy in the first place.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;i wish i did something a bit more technical or something, because right now i'm not very into the entire poppin' crumpin' stuff. i should've done ballet as a kid or something. at least then my flexibility would be ACCEPTABLE.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;im so freaking stiff, i can't even cross my legs without some form of pain.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;ANYWAYYYY.. after watching ga-in's debut mv (THE HOT GIRL FROM ABRACADABRA 8D) i seriously wanted to try out modern tango.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;search up 'Ga-In Irreversible perf'. cause seriously, her tango-ing is pretty damn awesome. and if you like that, watch the 10 minute MV! which is super good and filmed in sydney!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;why do i sound like im advertising something? o_____O&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;just go look at it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;i dont really have a lot to say today because.. well.. nothing to do. tomorrow i plan on doing all my work that is due in week 1. and the work that was due.. whenever.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;guess what! i actually got a proper sleep last night. i think it was because i went around that day, so i was really tired. and i ate a lot that day too. so i guess that helped.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;IPT PROJECT NOOOOOOO D; its so effing hard. i'm still trying to figure out the first part and theres FIVE parts. bloody hell; im such an idiot to have chosen the subject. i'm an idiot in a class of smart people cause they clearly knew what they were getting into when they signed up for an advanced course.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;wish me luck.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;sometimes i wish that no one knew this blog. well. no one that knows me personally anyway. that way i can rant and rant and rant and scream my frustrations onto here without being scared. does anybody ever get that feeling?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3861412252693849465-8442083800074058896?l=toffee-nat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://toffee-nat.blogspot.com/feeds/8442083800074058896/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://toffee-nat.blogspot.com/2010/10/regret.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3861412252693849465/posts/default/8442083800074058896'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3861412252693849465/posts/default/8442083800074058896'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toffee-nat.blogspot.com/2010/10/regret.html' title='regret.'/><author><name>★supernat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01431410139191202067</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HEqUMk1JXMU/Sm0EYLu6TAI/AAAAAAAAAA0/AV7X5nQZ-xk/S220/CIMG1573.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3861412252693849465.post-4867954713943748304</id><published>2010-10-07T01:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-07T04:10:32.122-07:00</updated><title type='text'>sick.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;100th post is gonna be wasted on something crappy!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;okay well lately, my body's decided to screw up on me and die. well... not really but yeah you know; you get the gist. it's just being really annoying.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;and i dont know when you can say 'yeah my body is really annoying me right now' other than now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;for the past 3 nights i have barely gotten any sleep and im suffering from it now. the first night went to bed at 12, and laid there until like.. 3.30 and fell asleep, only to be woken up at around 4.30 by someone going to the toilet (my toilets screwed up too. makes this rumbling noise that vibrates through the place D;) and i stayed awake till.. 5.30 and slept until 8. which is when my brother woke me up.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;next day didnt sleep much either, but more that the day before. got like.... 5-6 hours&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;yesterday was kinda shitty. basically i screwed up my eating yesterday and that was practically an invitation for my stomach to...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;do something. i dont know.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;basically yesterday i skipped breakfast. skipped lunch (because i was running late for class), had what? milk tea and some candy. went home starving so i cooked up some pasta and ate too much of that so i had to skip dinner. and then ate icecream o_O&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;basically i only had one meal that day and that wasnt even at a proper time! so i ended up having to go toilet 5 times last night. not sure why..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;i think it was the pasta sauce o_O&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;basically i've had a crappy stomach and sleep for the past few days and its annoying me like HELL.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;my bags under my eyes are really big now, but i cant even sleep during the day. stupid body wont let me :/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;anyway.. yeah.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;when i went shopping on wednesday i bought two shirts 8D hooray for more clothes! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;not much to say really&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;this is a pretty scattered post considering i did it at random times.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;happy 100th post!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3861412252693849465-4867954713943748304?l=toffee-nat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://toffee-nat.blogspot.com/feeds/4867954713943748304/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://toffee-nat.blogspot.com/2010/10/sick.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3861412252693849465/posts/default/4867954713943748304'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3861412252693849465/posts/default/4867954713943748304'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toffee-nat.blogspot.com/2010/10/sick.html' title='sick.'/><author><name>★supernat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01431410139191202067</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HEqUMk1JXMU/Sm0EYLu6TAI/AAAAAAAAAA0/AV7X5nQZ-xk/S220/CIMG1573.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3861412252693849465.post-4008833638883916176</id><published>2010-10-05T02:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-05T02:43:48.214-07:00</updated><title type='text'>99th.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;its my 99th post and hoooray! next one is 100! but you see. i'm probably gonna go on a short hiatus for a bit. theres not much to talk about in my life anyway. i'll update the 100th post with something better than why easyway sucks right now due to overpricing, lack of pearls and quality.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;depressing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;anyway! hows everyone doing? d'you remember when i asked what should i do while my parents are gone? no one suggested anything (thats right) so i decided to go out on the days.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;why? cause i was craving actual food and i needed to go shopping. havent gone shopping since forever.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;and no i'm not the type of person who needs to go shopping all the time. it's just i've realised i don't have a lot to wear as of late. so yeah. don't stereotype me as one of those chicks who stare at a full wardrobe and complain of having nothing to wear.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;because i'm serious. i have barely anything. a lot of my shelves contain clothes i no longer like/can fir into etc. so yeah.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;i basically cleared my wardrobe out a few days ago and ended up with like..15 shirts that had an actual pattern on it. my other ones are just basic stuff. anyway. i found underwear that i wore when i was 5. weird yeah. after clearing out my underwaer drawer, i ended up with like.. 14 pairs of underwear. (estimating cause i dunno how many are in the wash). and 10 pairs of socks. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;i guess.. thats kinda okay. but yeah i need to go shopping.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;ANYWAY back onto my story.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;on sunday i went to btown to go shopping! when i got there i got a phone call from dad which went something like this:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;N: hi daddy!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;D: hi, where are you atm?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;N: supermarket&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;D: oh. okay&lt;br /&gt;N: hows camping? is it raining a lot?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;D: yeah, thats why we left early&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;N: oh what time will you be home *starts to panic*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;D: actually, we're already home&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;N: oh.. *mentally DIES.*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;D: anyway, come back soon&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;N: yeah okay&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;-end-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;had to run out of the shopping centre and onto a bus right after and ended up saying that me and my cousin went to hursty and ate lunch before she left me for her friends and i went supermarket. which kinda worked.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;anyway. not much to say. lets see if i buy anything tomorrow yeah?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3861412252693849465-4008833638883916176?l=toffee-nat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://toffee-nat.blogspot.com/feeds/4008833638883916176/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://toffee-nat.blogspot.com/2010/10/99th.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3861412252693849465/posts/default/4008833638883916176'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3861412252693849465/posts/default/4008833638883916176'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toffee-nat.blogspot.com/2010/10/99th.html' title='99th.'/><author><name>★supernat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01431410139191202067</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HEqUMk1JXMU/Sm0EYLu6TAI/AAAAAAAAAA0/AV7X5nQZ-xk/S220/CIMG1573.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3861412252693849465.post-5739607183060948383</id><published>2010-10-01T00:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-01T00:39:17.678-07:00</updated><title type='text'>easymac.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;easymac is freaking addictive. it's expensive, quick, and bad for you. it's like microwaveable insta-drugs or something.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;at two packets today and when you really think about it.. you're paying a dollar or so for the tiny little bowl. it doesnt make much and i'm still trying to perfect the amount of water to put in so that the sauce will be nice and runny rather than clumpy and weird.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;doesn't matter though. haven't done much today, which is pretty bad. but eh? who cares right now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;yesterday i found out that im staying home while my extended family goes camping! WHOOOOT. i'm actually really surprised they let me; because:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;1. its two and a half days.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;2. they probably found out i jigged.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;so yeah. i'm pleasantly surprised. i didnt want to go camping because i have my period and i don't want to go anyway. camping isnt something i'm fond of. it kinda sucks actually o_O&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;the only thing i really like is that BBQs are always nice.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;basically my rules are:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;1. make sure you sleep at your cousins house&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;thats actually all she told me. but im pretty sure it includes other crap. i'm going to become slightly self sufficient for the next 3 days! i need to do the washing, hanging, folding and cook most of my own food.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;my cousin will most likely cook sometimes too. cause she has lamb cutlets and i want. hehe. that shit is SOOOO GOOD. but sooooo expensive.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;i think my cousins are gonna hold a house party too. they did that last time we went camping o_O&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;i'm actually preeetty sure the first day they're gonna be like 'oh btw nat, we're having a house party tomorrow, you can hang with us or do whatever you want'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;they're pretty laidback about it and everything o_O last time they stayed up till 3 playing guitar hero.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;i'm trying to figure out something to do. not sure what, but im trying. i'm half considering following what my parents say, but how many times do these occurrences happen? never!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;theres not much i can do anyway. i guess i could go out whenever, but that means i have to use my own money and i dont like walking home late at night anyway.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;i could hold a sleepover, but i kinda.. can't be effed. OH I KNOW. i'll go rent all these DVDs and just watch them while i bum around at home. that can't be too bad.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;yeah. someone suggest something to me cause i dunno how i'm going to spend the 2 and a half days without dying of boredom.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;i als ohave to do some homework cause i got a TIPPS exam this monday. daaayum.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3861412252693849465-5739607183060948383?l=toffee-nat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://toffee-nat.blogspot.com/feeds/5739607183060948383/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://toffee-nat.blogspot.com/2010/10/easymac.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3861412252693849465/posts/default/5739607183060948383'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3861412252693849465/posts/default/5739607183060948383'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toffee-nat.blogspot.com/2010/10/easymac.html' title='easymac.'/><author><name>★supernat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01431410139191202067</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HEqUMk1JXMU/Sm0EYLu6TAI/AAAAAAAAAA0/AV7X5nQZ-xk/S220/CIMG1573.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3861412252693849465.post-6229990265929506234</id><published>2010-09-30T01:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-30T01:52:45.553-07:00</updated><title type='text'>the bus and why i should say sorry to it and kill my cousin instead.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;okay. if you haven't read the post below, think it while thinking 'nats an idiot, she thinks buses go in one big circle'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;cause thats what i really thought. i'm an idiot i know. i've always thought they go in a BIIIIIIG circle and if its the end of their shift theres a bus driver at one stop and they get on and start driving. that was honestly my way of thinking.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;apparently i'm wrong.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;APPARENTLY LIFE DOESNT WORK THAT WAYY. i've always believed it was in a circle because when i was younger my cousin would blab about the fact that she went on a bus to school. and i'd always be jealous. when i asked her how do buses go around she said they have only one route and they just continuously go around it o_O which is.. wrong.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;so yeah; sorry bus drivers. didn't mean what i wrote there! but seriously, you can be a bit nicer. you don't have to cut me off and maybe explain it to me sometime.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;now i've learnt that its just easier to go to the other side and wait around there.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;anyway. how's everyone doing? i'm doing fine. i'm kind of bored and sick of instant pasta though.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3861412252693849465-6229990265929506234?l=toffee-nat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://toffee-nat.blogspot.com/feeds/6229990265929506234/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://toffee-nat.blogspot.com/2010/09/bus-and-why-i-should-say-sorry-to-it.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3861412252693849465/posts/default/6229990265929506234'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3861412252693849465/posts/default/6229990265929506234'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toffee-nat.blogspot.com/2010/09/bus-and-why-i-should-say-sorry-to-it.html' title='the bus and why i should say sorry to it and kill my cousin instead.'/><author><name>★supernat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01431410139191202067</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HEqUMk1JXMU/Sm0EYLu6TAI/AAAAAAAAAA0/AV7X5nQZ-xk/S220/CIMG1573.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3861412252693849465.post-2548423385458095693</id><published>2010-09-28T19:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-28T20:23:40.924-07:00</updated><title type='text'>the bus and why i hate it.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;i hate the bus. i hate it even more so as of today. you guys might start saying 'the bus driver was right though, you should've been on the other side' but i have perfectly good reasoning!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;basically today i had an english class at TIPPS. yeah general shit, went to the bus stop, saw the bus coming so i basically ran across the  street, nearly killing myself to make it. said bus had a sign saying 'somewhere via BANKSTOWN' and i even checked on the bloody timetable site! that bus goes to fucking bankstown!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;then the dude was all like 'bankstown? other side.' and then i said 'what other side? your bus goes to bankstown.'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;dude: 'no, other side'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;me: 'your bus goes banksto-'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;dude: 'other side.'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;DUDE. YOU CUT ME OFF. YOUR BUS SAYS BANKSTOWN, IT GOES BANKSTOWN. IF IT DOESNT, ITS FALSE ADVERTISING. AND SERIOUSLY? I HAVE TO BE AT A SPECIFIC BUS STOP TO CATCH A BLOODY BUS? NO. FUCK YOU. LET ME ON DAMNIT. I DONT HAVE A STUDENT PASS, ITS STILL FREAKING MONEY.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;thats basically what i wanted to say to him. cause his tone was directed to me as if i was an idiot. so i got off and started cursing under my breath when another bus came. also saying 'VIA BANKSTOWN' it was actually the bus i caught on monday when i had a class.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;me: can i get a child ticket to bankstown?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;dude: other side&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;me: your bus goes to bankstown does it not?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;dude: no, other side.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;me: what other side?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;dude: *points across the street where there is no bloody stop anyway'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;me: yeah okay.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;and i got off again. by now i had already given up on stupid buses and contemplated getting a taxi. cause i wanted to make sure my mum pays me back for a taxi ride i called my mum and told her what happened.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;me: 945 and 944 kicked me off saying they werent going btown.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;mum: what? again? (this happened on monday and i ended up chasing a bus that ended up taking me to btown late anyway)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;me: yeah. next bus doesnt come til 1.30 and my class is at 1.15&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;mum: try checking on the other side of the station?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;me: i'm already there. can i take a taxi?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;mum: don't want you taking a taxi by yourself, just go home. you left it too late.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;me: well i didn't think buses would kick me off.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;mum: yeah okay, just go home and do some work&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;me: kay bye&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;END.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;motherfucking buses. if your thing says a certain stop, you go there. you pick up passengers at stops and you don't say 'other side' cause then that just makes an unnecessary stop. it's logic.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;i've completely given up on buses. so i'm gonna go city and then transfer to the other line and go yagoona. maybe i'll actually be able to be at class. and this was an important class too. i had to go for information on a bloody test, and now i'm probably gonna fail unless someone tells me whats in it.&lt;/
