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  <pubDate>Wed, 07 Nov 2007 06:47:59 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>IMPORTANT</title>
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  <description>&lt;lj-embed id=&quot;3&quot; /&gt;&amp;lt;/div&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/div&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please take the time to watch this video it&apos;s only a few minutes out of your day and could make a difference to everyone&apos;s lives.</description>
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  <pubDate>Sun, 04 Nov 2007 04:48:50 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>Hilariousness</title>
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  <description>And now, ladies and gentlemen, why you shouldn&apos;t learn to pole dance:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;lj-embed id=&quot;2&quot; /&gt;[Error: close lj-embed tag without open tag]&amp;lt;/div&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;lt;/div&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/div&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/div&amp;gt;</description>
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  <pubDate>Sat, 07 Jul 2007 10:16:41 GMT</pubDate>
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  <description>I have been a very sick little hobbit this week. Today I am beginning to feel slightly human again, though I still have a ridiculous fever and cough. I seriously think I had every symptom of every sickness I&apos;ve ever had, all jam packed into the last few days. Sore throat. Headache. Dizziness. Nauseousness. Weakness. Lethargic. Cough. Blocked nose. Blocked ears. Runny nose. Throwing up. The other that shan&apos;t be mentioned. Fever constantly changing from freezing to sweating. Muscles so fucking sore I was nearly screaming the first morning because I couldn&apos;t even LAY STILL without the pain being horrifying. I couldn&apos;t sleep because my back/legs were in so much pain...I could feel the muscles twitching around and spasming. Then a few days later my stomach muscles were in agony from coughing constantly. Silly huh. Then I lost my voice for a bit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know what? I&apos;m getting a flu shot next year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I swear all hairdressers are evil. They want to have everybody wearing short hair. Every single time I gather the courage to ask for &apos;just a trim please&apos; they hack it all off. Sigh. It will never grow. I shall get extensions when I get back from Europe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I am booked to leave 1st October. I fly from Perth to KL and from KL to Rome and from Rome to Venice. Weeee! I&apos;m booked to return 25th December but it may be earlier than that - I may get home sick or run out of money or something. I do plan on working in London though so hopefully I won&apos;t run out of money. It&apos;d be awesome if I made heaps in London and could fly Troy out and spend Christmas in NY or something like I always wanted. Who am I kidding it won&apos;t happen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I&apos;ve a roast lamb in the fridge that I really want to make and eat but no one&apos;s ever here to eat it. Troy&apos;s going to Geraldton again on Monday. The only time to have it is tomorrow night so I shall attempt to force Stuey and Kristen to stay here and eat it with us. Or maybe we can just ask someone else over if they don&apos;t.</description>
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  <pubDate>Tue, 20 Mar 2007 06:32:02 GMT</pubDate>
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  <description>So anyway me being happy is apparently me being boring...or something. I don&apos;t blog much when I&apos;m happy so people keep complaining that they have nothing entertaining to read.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I keep finding it so hard to believe we&apos;re actually together after so bloody long. I keep thinking I&apos;ll wake up. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was hoping to take him to Melbourne to see his sister over Easter but I don&apos;t think I&apos;ll be able to now. Money&apos;s not an issue it&apos;s just gonna be too rushed n stuff and I&apos;m really bad at planning suprises and if I don&apos;t make it a suprise and tell him, he&apos;ll get all funny and tell me not to save my money and not waste it on him. Bah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I should catch up with peope I&apos;ve been neglecting. No more lunches now I&apos;m not working in the city. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I&apos;m tanned! Bwahahaha. Last night I looked HILARIOUS. I mean fucking hilarious. I was like a black girl who decided to roll around in some mud. Wow that was racist, I apologise. But seriously, hilarious. But after my shower I came out all nice and natural-tanned looking. It looks hot. I really should have taken some photos of me looking filthy, it was classic. My L key keeps sticking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I should probably go home and feed kitty and spend some time with her tomorrow, I&apos;ve been here all week and most of last week.</description>
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  <pubDate>Tue, 10 Oct 2006 08:54:26 GMT</pubDate>
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  <description>&lt;table width=&quot;350&quot; align=&quot;center&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; cellspacing=&quot;0&quot; cellpadding=&quot;2&quot;&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor=&quot;#DDDDDD&quot; align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;&lt;font face=&quot;Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif&quot; style=&quot;color:black; font-size: 14pt;&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;You Are Buffy the Vampire Slayer&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor=&quot;#EEEEEE&quot;&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src=&quot;http://images.yournewromance.com/whatsuperheroineareyouquiz/buffy.jpg&quot; height=&quot;100&quot; width=&quot;100&quot;&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#000000&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&quot;We saved the world. I say we have to party.&quot;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://ynr.blogthings.com/whatsuperheroineareyouquiz/&quot;&gt;What Superheroine Are You?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description>
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  <pubDate>Sun, 10 Sep 2006 04:12:31 GMT</pubDate>
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  <description>Ok so going out to freo isn&apos;t as shit as I used to think. I still prefer northbridge. And I refuse to line up for hours to get into metros because it is shit anyway. But newport is pretty fun, harbourside fairly average and sail &amp;amp; anchor suprisingly cool.Very relaxed and you can actually hear people talking. Incredibly drunk randoms are annoying when you&apos;re sober. I&apos;m always sober &amp;gt;.&amp;lt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I&apos;m seeing some movie about global warming today. Don&apos;t ask.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Job is still awesome. And you know I don&apos;t even care that it&apos;s a slightly less salary than the last one, because I actually enjoy being there and that&apos;s more important. Besides, I get to negotiate my salary at the end of 3 months. And finally I get paid at decent intervals, fortnightly as opposed to before when it was monthly. Hurray! The people are great and the work is interesting. I really should stop driving in though, the parking is bleeding me dry. I worked it out and at $15 a day it&apos;s about 5k a year. That is horrendous. Must start training it in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&apos;Spose that&apos;s all.</description>
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  <pubDate>Fri, 08 Sep 2006 12:01:24 GMT</pubDate>
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  <description>Last entry re: party date. 20th was meant to be 30th. Keep it free or I get stabby. And Az will set you on fire.&lt;br /&gt;My work is awesome. My boss is hilarious and awesome. My title is PA / Legal Secretary. PA. That is awesome. My medication is awesome. It makes me happy. I&apos;m irrationally happy for someone sitting at home on a Friday night. But I&apos;m meant to be going out as soon as we figure out what to do. Dam I like being happy. Naw kitty is so cute. Kitties are so cute. One is insane. It thinks I have multiple nipples and tries to suckle on me. Burrows its head under my arm or into my ribs and does that thing with it&apos;s paws pushing and kneading and drools on everything.</description>
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  <pubDate>Mon, 17 Jul 2006 13:25:44 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>17</title>
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  <description>I saw Donnie Darko for the first time this weekend, after purchasing it last weekend.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;Suddenly so many references make sense to me. I feel cultured now.&lt;br /&gt;I don&apos;t know why people told me it screws with your head - maybe people just said that so often that I expected much worse. I liked it though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, results are up now. I got distinctions, can&apos;t believe it. I don&apos;t understand how&amp;nbsp;I can scrape up shit literally half an hour before the thing is due, rush over there and hand it in, and actually pass let alone get distinctions. I did that with every assignment this semester. I think the earliest I started one of them was the day before. The majority were done a few hours before. Either this course is pathetic or I should stop doubting myself so much. But still....even if my work isn&apos;t utter shit, which I don&apos;t really have the esteem to believe, someone with vast fields of talent is still going to have a hard time getting great marks when they&apos;re throwing something together a few hours before it&apos;s due. I think this degree is some kind of joke. Next semester I start Publishing on the World Wide Web, Communication Theory and Editing, Production &amp;amp; Design. Let&apos;s see if full time work and correspondence courses while living on my own affects my marks?</description>
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  <pubDate>Wed, 14 Jun 2006 09:15:44 GMT</pubDate>
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  <description>&lt;p&gt;Justin sent me this song, it rocks. Moutain Goats - This Year. Awesome song. He&apos;s going to burn the album for me and drop it over later possibly. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel sick from gorging on chocolate and donuts.&lt;/p&gt;
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  <pubDate>Wed, 17 May 2006 13:23:01 GMT</pubDate>
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  <description>&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table width=&quot;300&quot; height=&quot;120&quot; bgcolor=&quot;#000000&quot; cellpadding=&quot;1&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; cellspacing=&quot;0&quot;&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;table background=&quot;http://extimg.quizopolis.com/images/whitedot.gif&quot; width=&quot;100%&quot; height=&quot;100%&quot;&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td colspan=&quot;3&quot; align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;&lt;table&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;&lt;img hspace=&quot;5&quot; src=&quot;http://extimg.quizopolis.com/images/results/teddybear.jpg&quot;&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align=&quot;center&quot; style=&quot;font: 11px Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; color: #000000; padding: 3px 3px 3px 3px;&quot; valign=&quot;center&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;Teddy Bear Name&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your Teddy Bear Name is&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;&lt;img hspace=&quot;5&quot; src=&quot;http://extimg.quizopolis.com/images/results/teddybear.jpg&quot;&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td colspan=&quot;3&quot; align=&quot;center&quot; style=&quot;font: 11px Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; color: #000000; padding: 3px 3px 3px 3px;&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;Friendly Boo Bear&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td colspan=&quot;3&quot; align=&quot;center&quot; style=&quot;font: 11px Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; color: #000000; padding: 3px 3px 3px 3px;&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://www.quizopolis.com/teddy_bear_name.php&quot;&gt;Get Your Teddy Bear Name&lt;/a&gt; at &lt;a href=&quot;http://www.quizopolis.com/&quot;&gt;Quizopolis.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://www.quizopolis.com/&quot;&gt;&lt;img src=&quot;http://extimg.quizopolis.com/images/smallquizopolis.jpg&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; alt=&quot;Quizopolis&quot;&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heh</description>
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  <pubDate>Tue, 09 May 2006 06:40:47 GMT</pubDate>
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  <description>&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table border=&quot;0&quot; bgcolor=&quot;black&quot; cellspacing=&quot;2&quot; cellpadding=&quot;10&quot;&gt;&lt;tr bgcolor=&quot;white&quot;&gt;&lt;td align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;font face=&quot;verdana,arial,helvetica&quot; size=&quot;2&quot;&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://www.youthink.com/quiz.asp?action=take&amp;amp;quiz_id=967&quot;&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#505A84&quot;&gt;Will you make a great parent?&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#505A84&quot; size=&quot;4&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;Perfect Parent&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;p&gt;Congratulations,   you will be adored by your children!&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://www.youthink.com/quiz.asp?action=take&amp;amp;quiz_id=967&quot;&gt;&lt;img alt=&quot;Personality Test Results&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; src=&quot;http://www.youthink.com/quiz_images/quiz967outcome1.jpg&quot;&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://www.youthink.com/quiz.asp?action=take&amp;amp;quiz_id=967&quot;&gt;&lt;font face=&quot;verdana&quot; size=&quot;2&quot; color=&quot;white&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;Click Here to Take This Quiz&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font size=&quot;1&quot; color=&quot;C0C0C0&quot; face=&quot;verdana&quot;&gt;Brought to you by &lt;a href=&quot;http://www.youthink.com/quiz.asp&quot;&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;white&quot;&gt;YouThink.com&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/a&gt; quizzes and personality tests.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ha.&lt;/font&gt;</description>
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  <pubDate>Fri, 14 Apr 2006 08:52:38 GMT</pubDate>
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  <description>&lt;table cellspacing=&quot;2&quot; style=&quot;background: #000000;&quot;&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;th style=&quot;width: 200px; background: #000000; color: #ffffff; font-weight: bold;&quot;&gt;Disorder&lt;/th&gt;&lt;th style=&quot;width: 120px; background: #000000; color: #ffffff; font-weight: bold;&quot;&gt;Your Score&lt;/th&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style=&quot;background: #ccddaa; padding: 3px;&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://www.depressedtest.com/major_depression.html&quot; style=&quot;color: #000000;&quot;&gt;Major Depression&lt;/a&gt;:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style=&quot;text-align: center; background: #ccddaa; padding: 3px; color: #000000;&quot;&gt;High&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style=&quot;background: #eeeebb; padding: 3px;&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://www.depressedtest.com/dysthymia.html&quot; style=&quot;color: #000000;&quot;&gt;Dysthymia&lt;/a&gt;:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style=&quot;text-align: center; background: #eeeebb; padding: 3px; color: #000000;&quot;&gt;Moderate&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style=&quot;background: #ccddaa; padding: 3px;&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://www.depressedtest.com/bipolar.html&quot; style=&quot;color: #000000;&quot;&gt;Bipolar Disorder&lt;/a&gt;:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style=&quot;text-align: center; background: #ccddaa; padding: 3px; color: #000000;&quot;&gt;Extremely High&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style=&quot;background: #eeeebb; padding: 3px;&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://www.depressedtest.com/cyclothymia.html&quot; style=&quot;color: #000000;&quot;&gt;Cyclothymia&lt;/a&gt;:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style=&quot;text-align: center; background: #eeeebb; padding: 3px; color: #000000;&quot;&gt;Extremely High&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style=&quot;background: #ccddaa; padding: 3px;&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://www.depressedtest.com/sad.html&quot; style=&quot;color: #000000;&quot;&gt;Seasonal Affective Disorder&lt;/a&gt;:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style=&quot;text-align: center; background: #ccddaa; padding: 3px; color: #000000;&quot;&gt;High-Moderate&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style=&quot;background: #eeeebb; padding: 3px;&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://www.depressedtest.com/postpartum.html&quot; style=&quot;color: #000000;&quot;&gt;Postpartum Depression&lt;/a&gt;:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style=&quot;text-align: center; background: #eeeebb; padding: 3px; color: #000000;&quot;&gt;N/A&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td colspan=&quot;2&quot; style=&quot;text-align: center; background: #ccddaa; padding: 3px;&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://www.depressedtest.com/&quot; style=&quot;color: #000000;&quot;&gt;Take the Depression Test&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heh. Spot the emo?&lt;/b&gt;</description>
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  <pubDate>Mon, 20 Mar 2006 09:30:44 GMT</pubDate>
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  <description>I haven&apos;t posted publicly for months. So, hi. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;New job - yay. So much fun, it doesn&apos;t even feel like work. Going tonight but only for 3 hours. After 6 weeks I get to do the corporate stuff, flat $25/hr, and the great thing is I can still do the social shifts so the money will come flooding in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;New semester - sort of yay. Scripwriting, creative writing &amp; drama all great. Journalism not so much. I won&apos;t drop out but I don&apos;t think I&apos;ll continue with it afterwards. Still haven&apos;t formally changed my degree. Actually I don&apos;t even know if I can change to what I want, or even know what I want. I love it but it&apos;s not going to get me employed. Ah well it&apos;ll work itself out eventually.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That&apos;s about it.</description>
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  <pubDate>Thu, 05 Jan 2006 01:49:14 GMT</pubDate>
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  <description>Ok so I couldn&apos;t resist posting this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://omega.med.yale.edu/~pcy5/japanese/teacher90.html&quot;&gt;http://omega.med.yale.edu/~pcy5/japanese/teacher90.html&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And if you don&apos;t think it&apos;s funny, you have no sense of humor and therefore do not deserve to be a part of the human race. Actually if you go to the bottom and go back to home or whatever there&apos;s like 50 billion more posts, most of equal hilarity. Some are a bit boring, but the majority have me rolling on the floor. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you know how good that gelato place is? No? Well go find out.&lt;br /&gt;I bought tickets to Carl Barron. Front row. Hurray! Now I seriously need to stop spending and start saving for April.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What the fuck? I just looked at my bank account and found out I had over $1000 yestuday before I bought those tickets... How did I not know about this? I need another account so I can save in one and only take out of the other.</description>
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  <pubDate>Wed, 04 Jan 2006 01:39:45 GMT</pubDate>
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  <description>&lt;a name=&quot;cutid1&quot;&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am the sweetest girl you&apos;ll ever know. The light in  your solitary life. I was your dream and fantasy. &quot;With you here I don&apos;t need porn.&quot; The only purity, the only good you had. Your inspiration, your strength. I was your private goddess. I bathed in your praise, I lapped up your words. I put on my best performance. Even I was convinced. I am the cruelest bitch you&apos;ll ever know. The stress tightening at your chest and heart. I was the one who spoke the truth aned made you see your own reflection. I was the one who cut you down. I threw those words like knives to your back and as the words and objects flew back at me I was the one who snapped and broke your flesh. I was the one who ran out into the night. You were the strongest person I&apos;ll ever know. The one to guide me away from the dark. You were the one to help me forget. With you I never had to go back to that place. You were the only one to recognise me, the only one to see all that I can be. You got to see my weakest and  you lifted me higher. You are the weakest bastard I know. The one who misguided and abused that trust. You were the one who made me relive that hell. With you I started to hate again. You created chaos and claimed it was me. You&apos;re more manipulative than even I could be. You threw back your kindness to gain control, you threw glasses, you threw me, you denied it all. You were the one to use my weakness, the one who crossed that final line. You turned the sweetest girl in the world into a violent heartless bitch. And for one moment you broke her again. As I lay there with the pillow over my face the tears ran down my cheeks and the pain was intense and you knew. You knew and you kept going. After everything, you kept going. And afterwards you had the nerve to be angry. I made you feel bad because I was crying. It was all my fault, right? In that moment I decided to hate instead of break.  And while I know I was not perfect and lost control, I&apos;m fucking proud of it. Not of losing control or allowing you to push me to that extreme, but of attacking ack instead of taking it. You may deny it out loud and even deny it to me moments after it happened but you will have to live with yourself and the knowledge of the lines you crossed. Slapping someone across the face in anger is hitting someone, I don&apos;t give a fuck what your excuses are. Hitting someone across the back of the head hard enough for it to hurt two days later is hitting a lady. I don&apos;t give a fuck if it was to &apos;calm me down&apos;. If you hadn&apos;t locked me in your room I wouldn&apos;t have needed calming. I thought you were everything I was looking for and you turned out to be everything I need to avoid. Your strength is a mirage, your kindess a front for selfish gain. And the anger you felt towards people in my past is a pathetic joke considering what you became. I will miss the illusion I had of you, but I wil ltake comfort and strength from hating you. You stole me away from the best thing in my life and I will never forgive you. For a brief time I was happy again and got it back. But because of the mere fact that you exist, that I went near you, I lost it again. Because he can&apos;t forget. Yes, I was stupid, I admit and accept that. But hating you is all I have to keep me going at the moment. I would much prefer to hate than to break down. </description>
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  <pubDate>Thu, 29 Dec 2005 09:06:42 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>Goodbye</title>
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  <description>Mum and Steve just left to take Beau to the vet. I spent all day saying goodbye; they just decided this morning to do it this afternoon. He&apos;s been around for ever. Since I was four. I don&apos;t know what to do with myself at the moment, it hurts so much. Even Tia is running around whimpering, she knows something is wrong. I know he won&apos;t be in pain and will be better off and all that, but it doesn&apos;t really help. I miss him already.</description>
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  <pubDate>Tue, 18 Oct 2005 10:02:40 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>MeOw</title>
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  <description>&lt;table cellpadding=&quot;5&quot;&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;  &lt;table&gt;  &lt;tbody&gt;  &lt;tr&gt;  &lt;td valign=&quot;top&quot; width=&quot;255&quot; height=&quot;600&quot;&gt;&lt;img border=&quot;1&quot; src=&quot;http://is1.okcupid.com/graphics/persons/RGLMf.gif&quot; name=&quot;thebigpicture20&quot;&gt;           &lt;/td&gt;  &lt;td&gt;  &lt;/td&gt;  &lt;td valign=&quot;top&quot;&gt;  &lt;center&gt;&lt;font size=&quot;5&quot;&gt;The Peach&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font size=&quot;4&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;R&lt;/b&gt;andom&lt;font shmolor=&quot;white&quot;&gt; &lt;/font&gt;&lt;b&gt;G&lt;/b&gt;entle&lt;font shmolor=&quot;white&quot;&gt; &lt;/font&gt;&lt;b&gt;L&lt;/b&gt;ove&lt;font shmolor=&quot;white&quot;&gt; &lt;/font&gt;&lt;b&gt;M&lt;/b&gt;aster (&lt;font shmolor=&quot;red&quot;&gt;RGLMf&lt;/font&gt;)&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/center&gt;    Playful, kind, and well-loved, you are &lt;b&gt;The Peach&lt;/b&gt;. &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;    For such a warm-hearted, generous person, you&apos;re surprisingly experienced in both love and sex. We credit your spontaneous side; you tend to live in the moment, and you don&apos;t get bogged down by inhibitions like most women your age. If you see something wonderful, you confidently embrace it. &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;  &lt;center&gt;  &lt;table cellspacing=&quot;1&quot; cellpadding=&quot;5&quot; align=&quot;right&quot; bgshmolor=&quot;#bbbbbb&quot; border=&quot;0&quot;&gt;  &lt;tbody&gt;  &lt;tr height=&quot;20&quot;&gt;  &lt;td align=&quot;middle&quot; bgshmolor=&quot;#eeeeee&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;tiny&quot;&gt;Your exact opposite:&lt;br&gt;&lt;b&gt;The Nymph&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;img border=&quot;1&quot; hspace=&quot;3&quot; src=&quot;http://is1.okcupid.com/graphics/persons/DBSDf_thumb.gif&quot; vspace=&quot;7&quot;&gt;&lt;br&gt;Deliberate&lt;font shmolor=&quot;white&quot;&gt; &lt;/font&gt;Brutal&lt;font shmolor=&quot;white&quot;&gt; &lt;/font&gt;Sex&lt;font shmolor=&quot;white&quot;&gt; &lt;/font&gt;Dreamer&lt;br&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/center&gt;    You are a fun flirt and an instant sweetheart, but our guess is you&apos;re becoming more selective about long-term love. It&apos;s getting tougher for you to become permanently attached; and a guy who&apos;s in a different place emotionally might misunderstand your early enthusiasm. You can wreck someone simply by enjoying him. &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;    Your ideal mate is adventurous and giving, like you. But not overly intense. &lt;br&gt;&lt;img border=&quot;1&quot; src=&quot;http://is1.okcupid.com/graphics/square.gif&quot;&gt; &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font shmolor=&quot;red&quot;&gt;DREAD&lt;/font&gt;: &lt;b&gt;The False Messiah&lt;/b&gt; &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font shmolor=&quot;blue&quot;&gt;CONSIDER&lt;/font&gt;: &lt;b&gt;The Loverboy&lt;/b&gt;, &lt;b&gt;The Playboy&lt;/b&gt;, or &lt;b&gt;The Boy Next Door&lt;/b&gt; &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Link: &lt;a href=&quot;http://www.okcupid.com/oktest3&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;The 32-Type Dating Test&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt; by &lt;a href=&quot;http://www.okcupid.com&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;b&gt;OkCupid&lt;/b&gt; - Free Online Dating&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br&gt;My profile name: &lt;a href=&quot;http://www.okcupid.com/profile?tuid=&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;gem-&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;</description>
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  <pubDate>Fri, 14 Oct 2005 09:36:43 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>Who Ever Reese Is: I Love You.</title>
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  <description>I&apos;ve been hunting for Reese&apos;s Cups for so long and at last found some today in the candy shop at Freo Markets. They&apos;re full of peanut buttery goodness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to the dentist again today. Two more appointments and I&apos;m done. &lt;br /&gt;One more assignment to do, three weeks, one exam and I&apos;m finished for the year. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Applied for a bunch of places last night while late-night shopping. The yearning for a job is getting strong enough to actually put some effort into finding one. Job = money = car which is waiting in driveway for me = independence.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I did feel like rambling on about nothing in particular but I think I&apos;m going out now so I&apos;ll cut it short. I know you&apos;ll all miss my mindless dribble but it&apos;s ok, I&apos;ll be back another time with plenty more.</description>
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  <pubDate>Sun, 14 Aug 2005 14:58:22 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>Letters!</title>
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  <description>Taking a leaf out of Azriel&apos;s book, I shall now compose some letters:&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Dear University Co-ordinators,&lt;br /&gt;Why must you set us textbooks that are published in other countries? The amount of reading you force us to do is bad enough, but to have to read something that is referring to &apos;Thanksgiving&apos; or a Media book referring to some television program I&apos;ve never heard of in my life is a bit much. Please find textbooks that are relevent to your students, it would be greately appreciated. &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Sincerely,&lt;br /&gt;A slightly disgruntled Gem.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Dear Transperth,&lt;br /&gt;I hope you fucking burn down. Let me explain. I took the trouble to look up one of your bus routes and the correct times on the internet the night before I was going to use said route. I wrote down 3 different times in case I missed one. I got up extra early so I could get to uni at a reasonable time and print out some things that I needed. I got to the bus stop 10 minutes before the bus was meant to arrive. The arrival time came and went without a bus in sight. The next arrival time, 15 minutes later, came and went without a bus in sight. Another 10 minutes and finally a bus arrived, however, due to the failure of the other two, I missed my connecting bus at Stirling.  Now by the time I got from Stirling to my next connection point I was pretty pissed off, but there was a bus I needed, waiting! It was a miracle! So I began to run very fast, in heels, with a giant bag, to catch that bus. I got 3 metres away from it and the driver stared at me, closed his doors in my face and drove off. WHY DO YOU EMPLOY SUCH ASSFUCKS? I was less than 5 seconds away, he did it just to piss me off, he stared right at me. I demand that you train your drivers to have a slight bit of compassion. And what the fuck is with two busses just not showing up, without any explanation?! You have a lot of answering to do transperth.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Sincerely,&lt;br /&gt;A very vengeful feeling Gem.</description>
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  <pubDate>Fri, 15 Jul 2005 07:45:29 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>For Azriel</title>
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  <description>Here&apos;s an update for Azriel, who bought my attention to the lack of updating I&apos;ve been doing in my LJ. I&apos;ve been so busy ranting away on the msn blog that I forgot all about my poor, lonely livejournal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Currently I&apos;m trying to get that thing they call &apos;organisation&apos; down. I&apos;m not too good at it. I&apos;ve found the perfect party bus, one that doesn&apos;t charge half your soul, I won&apos;t mention any business names. I&apos;m trying to find around 65-70 people to send invites to, because people always cancel last minute etc and I don&apos;t want to be left with not enough people. So by inviting too many, some will not come and I&apos;ll end up with around 50 in the end hopefully. The only problem is finding so many people that I can trust not to destroy the bus while drunk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I watched Saw again today, it&apos;s not as scary or exciting the second time but still a good movie. Tonight Kim and I are going to Pizza Bella Roma to celebrate the 15th July, being 1 year since we started &apos;officially&apos; going out. (there was a time when it wasn&apos;t really clear what was happening, that was the date it became clear.) The food was so good, at such a great price and in huge servings when we went there for Az&apos;s birthday so we want to go back. I can nearly taste that gnocci now...it&apos;s sooo good. I haven&apos;t eaten much all day, I shall eat that entire bowl of gnocci.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That&apos;s about all for now. Oh, my sim card self destructed and blew my hand off. Nah not really, but it did expire and now I&apos;ve lost that number forever. Which really shits me, all those job applications with that number on...wasted. I don&apos;t have a useable phone at the moment, will probably get a new card tomorrow and use all the credit telling people I have a new number. :D</description>
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  <pubDate>Tue, 05 Jul 2005 11:40:36 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>No More Coke?!</title>
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  <description>Ok so my &apos;at rest&apos; heart rate is on 96. That&apos;s rest as in, lying around for the last few hours. That is just not cool. Just walking around makes it goes psycho, and just sitting here my chest aches and I can feel the pulse through my chest and neck. The doctor seemed to think the irregular beat was an iscolated event, because sometimes the heart just does that and it&apos;s harmless. But it&apos;s been happening more and more, not just once, and the tiredness/pain in the chest started after the first time it happened. I&apos;m meant to be getting blood tests on Friday, but I don&apos;t know if I want to wait. Mum kept saying to go to an emergency room if I feel any worse, but I don&apos;t want to dramatise something that might turn out to be not that bad. It&apos;d be mighty embarassing turning up to ER for something trivial, and having to pay for it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Augh too much conflicting information, apparently some of these symptoms are &apos;dangerous,&apos; but then again, the doctor should know, shouldn&apos;t he? If he&apos;s not horribly worried then it should be OK. I dunno. This morning my rate was 84 I think it was, which he said was fast, and now it&apos;s 96. Damned contradicting thing-a-me-jigs. I also read something, that after making me panick, said &apos;made worse by stress, fear etc. Try to relax.&apos; Well yea, I&apos;m going to relax after reading the horrid information before it! It also might be caffeine related, which means no more coke for me. :( That will be a tragic day, me not drinking coke anymore. They might even go out of business. Anyway, I guess I wait until Friday when I get the blood taken, then Tuesday when I get my blood tests back and have an ECG. So I&apos;m pretty much house-bound until then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had a *really* nice sub today, the new bacon and chicken one. Dam tasty.</description>
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  <pubDate>Thu, 02 Jun 2005 04:48:28 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>Hamlet?! I shall slay thou quizmaster!</title>
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  <description>&lt;img src=&quot;http://images.quizilla.com/E/extraspecialnothing/1112302588_QuizHamlet.jpg&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; alt=&quot;Hamlet&quot;&gt;&lt;br&gt;Hamlet&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://quizilla.com/users/extraspecialnothing/quizzes/Of%20Which%20Play%20Doth%20Thou%20Be%3F/&quot;&gt; &lt;font size=&quot;-1&quot;&gt;Of Which Play Doth Thou Be?&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt; &lt;font size=&quot;-3&quot;&gt;brought to you by &lt;a href=&quot;http://quizilla.com&quot;&gt;Quizilla&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/font&gt;</description>
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  <pubDate>Fri, 22 Apr 2005 02:31:00 GMT</pubDate>
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&lt;td&gt;You got a nearly perfect score in Love, which means that this relationship is built as solid as a rock. You have the core pilars to stand on - commitment, compromise, and communication - down pat. There isn&apos;t anything that can beat you two, as long as you keep working at it. You have likely been together for a while, or the time you have been together has been very intense. Your infatuation score was kind of low, so there may not be a whole lot of lightning and angels singing, but you are mature enough to know those things aren&apos;t necessary for an enduring relationship. Don&apos;t sweat the lack of magic - you don&apos;t need it. It only lasts a short while anyway. What you have is very hard to find - never let it go. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Thanks for taking my test and if you like it, don&apos;t forget to rate it! If you are motivated to rate my test a 3 or lower PLEASE write me and tell me why... This is a new test and I need to work out the kinks. I can&apos;t do that without feedback! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
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&lt;td valign=&quot;center&quot;&gt;You scored higher than &lt;b&gt;40%&lt;/b&gt; on &lt;b&gt;Friendship&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;table cellpadding=&quot;20&quot;&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;Link: &lt;a href=&quot;http://www.okcupid.com/tests/take?testid=18184076152081011285&quot;&gt;The Will Your Relationship Last Test&lt;/a&gt; written by &lt;a href=&quot;http://www.okcupid.com/profile?tuid=1086397366132153798&quot;&gt;unpretentious2&lt;/a&gt; on &lt;a href=&quot;http://www.okcupid.com&quot;&gt;Ok Cupid&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;</description>
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  <pubDate>Thu, 21 Apr 2005 09:33:38 GMT</pubDate>
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&lt;td align=&quot;middle&quot;&gt;&lt;font size=&quot;5&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;A Tad Inexperienced&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font size=&quot;6&quot;&gt;You are &lt;font size=&quot;7&quot;&gt;69%&lt;/font&gt; pure&lt;/font&gt; &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
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&lt;td&gt;&lt;span&gt;My test tracked 1 variable How you compared to other people &lt;i&gt;your age and gender&lt;/i&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table cellspacing=&quot;4&quot; cellpadding=&quot;0&quot; border=&quot;0&quot;&gt;
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&lt;td valign=&quot;center&quot;&gt;You scored higher than &lt;b&gt;29%&lt;/b&gt; on &lt;b&gt;purity&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;table cellpadding=&quot;20&quot;&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;Link: &lt;a href=&quot;http://www.okcupid.com/tests/take?testid=17359692280546572367&quot;&gt;The 100 Point Sexual Purity Test&lt;/a&gt; written by &lt;a href=&quot;http://www.okcupid.com/profile?tuid=7797090718649980687&quot;&gt;ocicat&lt;/a&gt; on &lt;a href=&quot;http://www.okcupid.com&quot;&gt;Ok Cupid&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don&apos;t know what the fuck they think &apos;pure&apos; is then....&lt;br /&gt;Got my first assignment back. She said &apos;they&apos;re not brilliant&apos; but she was pleasantly suprised because normally the first ones handed in are absalutely shocking. I got 13/20, which is a Credit, so I didn&apos;t fail dismally and am not completely crushed. I suppose it&apos;s all right for a first one. There were some really good comments on there, apparently I lost my marks in the punctuation. I&apos;m a lousy proof-reader. I talked to other people who got 11s and 12s, so considering I didn&apos;t come across anyone who got a lot more than me, I&apos;m not too disappointed. At least it&apos;s a pass?</description>
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  <pubDate>Tue, 15 Feb 2005 15:50:35 GMT</pubDate>
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  <description>It&apos;s hot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesturday was Valentine&apos;s Day. Obviously. It was very nice. I came to the conclusion girls get a better deal out of it than guys. Well, I knew that before but it was even more obvious this year. I remember one year, John kept on pulling out more and more presents. I felt so bad that he&apos;d gone to that much trouble. Same this year with Kim! But it&apos;s sweet too. I got some lingerie, and stuff. And we bought some KFC and sat around watching movies, then went to the actual movies later. We were meant to see Spanglish because I swore it came on V-day, but turns out it&apos;s not on until the 17th. So we saw Hide and Seek and it scared the shit out of me. Most scary movies never used to be scary. They&apos;re getting better. Saw was pretty scary, and this one was even more so. Or maybe it&apos;s just because it fucks with your head. Either way for some reason the worse it is the more I like it hah. Anyway it was creepy, and had a good twist. I stayed at Kim&apos;s place. Oh we also went round to Trav&apos;s place and sat in the spa for a while and had some beer. That was good. Except now our skin&apos;s all funny. Well mine&apos;s only a little bit, Kim&apos;s is pretty bad. All itchy and stuff. I think there was lots of chlorine in the spa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did I mention it&apos;s hot? I could really go a Magnum Ego right now. All that delicious thick caramel inbetween two layers of chocolate...and that creamy wonderful cold icecream. Mmmmmmm. I sound like a commercial. Now I&apos;m going to go cuddle Kim because he&apos;s so fabulascious. And wonder...something. Fine I&apos;ll go with boring old wonderful. Wondertastic! Doesn&apos;t have the same ring to it huh.</description>
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