<?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-6017757889329849254</id><updated>2011-07-14T21:59:47.613+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Alley to Between</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nightdaymorning.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6017757889329849254/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nightdaymorning.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>khfreakau</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09121341979944898505</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>87</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6017757889329849254.post-7462710464787521571</id><published>2011-01-16T11:05:00.001+11:00</published><updated>2011-01-16T11:07:09.978+11:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>so i was sitting here thinking for a bit... and then i realised.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there's something special. i don't know what, but it's there. and it can never go away. (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6017757889329849254-7462710464787521571?l=nightdaymorning.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6017757889329849254/posts/default/7462710464787521571'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6017757889329849254/posts/default/7462710464787521571'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nightdaymorning.blogspot.com/2011/01/so-i-was-sitting-here-thinking-for-bit.html' title=''/><author><name>[Hybrid]</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6017757889329849254.post-3437501862669504644</id><published>2010-08-23T23:48:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2010-08-23T23:49:02.507+10:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i am the stupidest person on earth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kill me now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6017757889329849254-3437501862669504644?l=nightdaymorning.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6017757889329849254/posts/default/3437501862669504644'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6017757889329849254/posts/default/3437501862669504644'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nightdaymorning.blogspot.com/2010/08/i-am-stupidest-person-on-earth.html' title=''/><author><name>[Hybrid]</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6017757889329849254.post-6378122335769959800</id><published>2010-08-13T21:33:00.002+10:00</published><updated>2010-08-13T22:12:35.179+10:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>one may wonder why i don't post. like many, it's because i'm either cbf or i don't have enough time to =/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;most of the time, though, it's because i'm inundated with so much maths homework that i have to do it every night to barely stay up to date... sigh. schoolwork is my life right now. it's sad to admit it, but yes, i have to. like really, i should be deactivating my facebook sometime in order to ensure more productivity...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm trying to think of an idea for a story atm... i want to do my story asap so that i have time to make notes...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;enough of my life. how are you? did you have a good day today? i most certainly hope you did. because mine wasn't that great, yknow? although i liked how i had company on the bus today for once :) yay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;take care kiddos. one day you might knock yourself out from all that study.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lennnyyy x&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6017757889329849254-6378122335769959800?l=nightdaymorning.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6017757889329849254/posts/default/6378122335769959800'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6017757889329849254/posts/default/6378122335769959800'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nightdaymorning.blogspot.com/2010/08/one-may-wonder-why-i-dont-post.html' title=''/><author><name>[Hybrid]</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6017757889329849254.post-9189988774576910810</id><published>2010-07-24T20:11:00.002+10:00</published><updated>2010-07-25T00:21:28.787+10:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>right now, things are going extremely oddly in the andreev house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my dad and my brother are not here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the house is perhaps in the biggest mess it's been in all of the time we've lived here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my mum is consistently shouting at me for no reason.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i am being really lazy recently.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;about two days ago the hot water pipe exploded and i have been unable to have a shower since. OWNED, METHINKS ==&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i hope you guys are having fun, and looking forward to monday for prefect stuff. REMEMBER, IT'S STUDY SKILLS THAT DAY.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6017757889329849254-9189988774576910810?l=nightdaymorning.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6017757889329849254/posts/default/9189988774576910810'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6017757889329849254/posts/default/9189988774576910810'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nightdaymorning.blogspot.com/2010/07/right-now-things-are-going-extremely.html' title=''/><author><name>[Hybrid]</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6017757889329849254.post-2642042705577409463</id><published>2010-07-22T18:58:00.002+10:00</published><updated>2010-07-22T20:07:16.936+10:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>wow I haven't blogged in a while, huh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today was a nice day. i talked to lots of people today, and it's cool to see how everyone is taking prefect elections seriously, but it's pretty clear to me that not everyone is on the same page as each other when it comes to it. this is a note by eka on fb which i 100% agree with regarding prefect elections. &lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;DO&lt;/b&gt; vote for people you want representing YOU&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;DO&lt;/b&gt; vote for people who will be 100% committed to their role&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;DO&lt;/b&gt; vote for people who respect our school, who are proud to be there&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;DO&lt;/b&gt; vote for people who you think deserve it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;DON'T&lt;/b&gt; vote for people because they'll "vote for you" also&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;DON'T&lt;/b&gt; vote for people who can't give you a reason they want to be prefect other than a catchy slogan OR "I'm Awesome"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;DON'T&lt;/b&gt; vote for people who want the &lt;u&gt;TITLE&lt;/u&gt; and not the &lt;u&gt;ROLE &lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;DON'T&lt;/b&gt; vote for people as a "joke"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Prefect Body is meant to represent not only our grade, but our  school and so it is important that you think carefully before voting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are possibly 100+ people in our grade who could easily fulfill the  duties and role of a Prefect. How do you choose who to vote for? Vote  for someone who you think will not only be a good leader but ALSO will  contribute something to the body and to the school. When we graduate, we  want a Prefect body that will be &lt;u&gt;REMEMBERED.&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can't remember the other Prefects from previous years? I'm sure they all  were very good Prefects. They just weren't very connected with the  school and failed to leave their mark behind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;E.G&lt;/b&gt; We ALL know who Tristan Hardy is. He was a School Captain  WELL before our time but we still hear stories about him and that  particular group of Prefects.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt; Remember, you don't have to vote for 24 people. &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Other than that, good luck to everyone who wishes to be selected. I will  be there in Period 6 voting like the rest of you and waiting for the  results on Monday morning. Hopefully, the selected Prefect body will be  efficient and enthusiastic. Fingers crossed ;D&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think everyone should keep these things in mind when voting tomorrow. obviously, everyone who wants it won't get it, but best of luck as it is! have fun tomorrow :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lennnyyy&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6017757889329849254-2642042705577409463?l=nightdaymorning.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6017757889329849254/posts/default/2642042705577409463'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6017757889329849254/posts/default/2642042705577409463'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nightdaymorning.blogspot.com/2010/07/wow-i-havent-blogged-in-while-huh-today.html' title=''/><author><name>[Hybrid]</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6017757889329849254.post-1974250733508461461</id><published>2010-07-06T01:43:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2010-07-06T01:44:03.366+10:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>day 1 of holidays:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FINISHED ALL MY MATHS HOMEWORK ohhhhh yeahhh.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6017757889329849254-1974250733508461461?l=nightdaymorning.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6017757889329849254/posts/default/1974250733508461461'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6017757889329849254/posts/default/1974250733508461461'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nightdaymorning.blogspot.com/2010/07/day-1-of-holidays-finished-all-my-maths.html' title=''/><author><name>[Hybrid]</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6017757889329849254.post-6459066525902450590</id><published>2010-07-04T13:27:00.003+10:00</published><updated>2010-07-04T13:43:59.398+10:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>at the crux of everything, noone really cares. noone is really a selfless person. often times, when people do something claiming to be selfless, or something of the sort, it's not really selfless. it may SOUND, or LOOK like it, but it isn't, really. when someone tells you that they help other people, you may THINK they're selfless, and you ask them why. they may tell you some cheese along the lines of "because it makes me feel better". doesn't this just say that they're doing it for their own benefit? when you study, when you want to get really good in the hsc, is it really because you want to "pull our school up"? no, it's because you want to get your degree, do what you want with it, and have a good life? often, people use so called "selfless" motives to cover up for their true selfishness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i may just be angry right now, but i still think there are reasons why people want to be selfless. is it because they want to improve their image, their reputation? is it because they have some ulterior motive? is it something else? i think so. behind everything someone does, says, thinks, there is a reason. there is a motive. a selfish motive, at that. can you think of something that you've HONESTLY done, for someone else, for no reason? getting that thank you, getting the appreciation of others, often, that's what people want. sometimes, they want much more. god knows. but in the end, a monetary price on needing something done may be selfish; but at the same time, a price, which money can't pay for, on needing something done is also selfish.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;food for thought.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lennnyyy&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6017757889329849254-6459066525902450590?l=nightdaymorning.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6017757889329849254/posts/default/6459066525902450590'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6017757889329849254/posts/default/6459066525902450590'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nightdaymorning.blogspot.com/2010/07/at-crux-of-everything-noone-really.html' title=''/><author><name>[Hybrid]</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6017757889329849254.post-7715110338551952779</id><published>2010-06-17T17:11:00.002+10:00</published><updated>2010-06-17T17:26:03.662+10:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i think everyone is glad that THAT essay is over now. ALSO, I WAS NOT WRITING THAT FAST, JUST COS MY PEN MADE SOME GINORMOUS NOISE DOES NOT MEAN THAT I WAS WRITING AT THE SPEED OF LIGHT, ONLY ILLEGIBLY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;also, recent times have heralded the return of "don't worry, it's only year 11, it doesn't count". i hear this from time to time, and every time i do, i think, "sigh, how can you think that?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it may not really count towards anything (EXCEPT PERHAPS YOUR REPORT), but that's no reason to be cbf or give it your best shot. you should live for the moment, not in the past, like some people do, dwelling on their marks, and ESPECIALLY not in the future.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you know why?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cos if you don't live in the present and live in the future, eventually, the future's just gonna pass you by.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6017757889329849254-7715110338551952779?l=nightdaymorning.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6017757889329849254/posts/default/7715110338551952779'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6017757889329849254/posts/default/7715110338551952779'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nightdaymorning.blogspot.com/2010/06/i-think-everyone-is-glad-that-that.html' title=''/><author><name>[Hybrid]</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6017757889329849254.post-1051438532563127163</id><published>2010-06-09T19:20:00.003+10:00</published><updated>2010-06-09T19:30:33.565+10:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>you know what i realised today?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there are some things i just don't like about people. this is NOT meant to be an attack on people, this is just some of my pet peeves explained.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if you know me well enough, you'd know quite easily that i have a tendency to notice the "little things", so to speak. and they do have a tendency to get to me quite a bit. sometimes it shows, sometimes it doesn't. but today i'll mention one of the things that i've noticed quite a bit in a number of people over the past week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LISTENING TO MUSIC WHILE TALKING TO SOMEONE.&lt;br /&gt;lord, i swear, this is quite possibly one of the rudest "little things" ever D: i think it's really disrespectful if you listen to music while talking to someone else. this is also applicable to buses, where it has a tendency to happen a LOT. when there are two people on a bus, and one person pulls out a pair of earphones and gets lost in their world of arcadia, to me, it practically screams "I DON'T WANT TO TALK TO YOU, I'D RATHER LISTEN TO MUSIC, IT'S MORE INTERESTING". it also essentially locks out both people from talking for the rest of the time, and can result in extreme awkwardness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now, i can understand if, say, you were listening to music before, and then someone comes to sit next to you, that seems pretty okay. but if you pull out music when there are other people in the vicinity, not only most of the time can you not hear what they're saying, you're also sending a message. i'm sure it's different for everybody, but that's what it's like for me, and i assure you, i'm deeply cut when i see that someone would rather listen to music than give a bit of time to the person sitting next to them, who, unless they are a stranger, is probably/maybe/most likely someone they know. thoughts?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lenny.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6017757889329849254-1051438532563127163?l=nightdaymorning.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6017757889329849254/posts/default/1051438532563127163'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6017757889329849254/posts/default/1051438532563127163'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nightdaymorning.blogspot.com/2010/06/you-know-what-i-realised-today-there.html' title=''/><author><name>[Hybrid]</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6017757889329849254.post-7895629695933877750</id><published>2010-06-06T17:47:00.003+10:00</published><updated>2010-06-06T21:57:30.844+10:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>amidst all the work we get piled with these days, i, as well as other people, don't have much time to blog. but after catching up on a whole topic's worth of maths, i feel like it :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there isn't much to say these days; suffice to say, nothing much happens these days. there's just no time left for fun. it's sad that we're growing up :( year 12 is just around the corner; in a bit over a year, most of us may not see each other again for a very long time, if at all. it's a saddening thought, considering the bonds that have been built over the last few years :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sigh right now, i only really, really REALLY want one little thing. is it so much to ask, even consider? :(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6017757889329849254-7895629695933877750?l=nightdaymorning.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6017757889329849254/posts/default/7895629695933877750'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6017757889329849254/posts/default/7895629695933877750'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nightdaymorning.blogspot.com/2010/06/amidst-all-work-we-get-piled-with-these.html' title=''/><author><name>[Hybrid]</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6017757889329849254.post-343338670770046099</id><published>2010-05-23T13:29:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2010-05-23T13:30:31.531+10:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i miss you beyond belief :(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6017757889329849254-343338670770046099?l=nightdaymorning.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6017757889329849254/posts/default/343338670770046099'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6017757889329849254/posts/default/343338670770046099'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nightdaymorning.blogspot.com/2010/05/i-miss-you-beyond-belief.html' title=''/><author><name>[Hybrid]</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6017757889329849254.post-780695495996127487</id><published>2010-05-16T14:11:00.001+10:00</published><updated>2010-05-16T14:11:58.610+10:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>don't you just LOVE it when you're positively SPOILT for choice on which piece of work to do next?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6017757889329849254-780695495996127487?l=nightdaymorning.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6017757889329849254/posts/default/780695495996127487'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6017757889329849254/posts/default/780695495996127487'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nightdaymorning.blogspot.com/2010/05/dont-you-just-love-it-when-youre.html' title=''/><author><name>[Hybrid]</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6017757889329849254.post-5742417106098217151</id><published>2010-05-14T19:01:00.002+10:00</published><updated>2010-05-14T19:02:02.523+10:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>looks like the days are getting worse and worse. like i say, no matter how shit your day seems to be going, it can always, ALWAYS, get worse.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6017757889329849254-5742417106098217151?l=nightdaymorning.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6017757889329849254/posts/default/5742417106098217151'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6017757889329849254/posts/default/5742417106098217151'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nightdaymorning.blogspot.com/2010/05/looks-like-days-are-getting-worse-and.html' title=''/><author><name>[Hybrid]</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6017757889329849254.post-8878410345987882878</id><published>2010-05-13T23:03:00.003+10:00</published><updated>2010-05-13T23:47:05.048+10:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>you know, i just realised, but i had a pretty HORRIFIC day. absolutely everything went wrong today. everything. yet i didn't realise. it feels like there's no floor anymore; just keep going down and down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you can try and change me, try and supress my character all you want. but in the end it boils down to one simple thing: i'm still me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i swear i'm going to crack sooner than i thought i would.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6017757889329849254-8878410345987882878?l=nightdaymorning.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6017757889329849254/posts/default/8878410345987882878'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6017757889329849254/posts/default/8878410345987882878'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nightdaymorning.blogspot.com/2010/05/you-know-i-just-realised-but-i-had.html' title=''/><author><name>[Hybrid]</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6017757889329849254.post-8492522168630047014</id><published>2010-05-07T22:03:00.004+10:00</published><updated>2010-05-08T00:10:51.274+10:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i'm so tired these days. so SLEEP DEPRIVED. has anyone else noticed this kind of stuff happening to them? like, you go to bed, not tired at all, and then EVERY SINGLE FREAKING MORNING,  urgh how am i supposed to get out of bed? especially as it gets colder and COLDER day by day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remember just yesterday, when i woke up, and had to get out of bed, but it was SOOO cold, that i put on my school shirt, and decided to go back in bed cos it was so cold. then i had to bring myself to GET OUT again. quite possibly one of life's hardest challenges, i can assure you. PLUS, i don't think i'm getting enough sleep. i was reading an article the other day, and the way i'm going with my "go to bed at 1:30, wake up at 6:30 regime", things are NOT looking good for me at allllll.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://j.mp/c0eda2"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://j.mp/c0eda2&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yeah kids, the moral of the story is, GET YOUR SLEEP :) please tell me if you're a vampire like me and don't get enough sleep &gt;&lt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;also, i've noticed that as my typing has gotten faster and faster, i've become lazier and lazier in terms of typing. i still spell everything correctly, but i never capitalise anything anymore, perhaps for fear of hitting the caps lock button and then looking like i'm angry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lenny.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6017757889329849254-8492522168630047014?l=nightdaymorning.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6017757889329849254/posts/default/8492522168630047014'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6017757889329849254/posts/default/8492522168630047014'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nightdaymorning.blogspot.com/2010/05/im-so-tired-these-days.html' title=''/><author><name>[Hybrid]</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6017757889329849254.post-4601624523862492704</id><published>2010-04-20T17:30:00.002+10:00</published><updated>2010-04-20T17:58:27.156+10:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>so today perhaps the weirdest thing ever happened to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;like any other day, i get off the bus, and start the short walk home.&lt;br /&gt;i enter the house like i do any other day.&lt;br /&gt;i drop my bag off like any other day.&lt;br /&gt;then, i hear this odd beeping noise emanating from the living room.&lt;br /&gt;intrigued, i go to check it out.&lt;br /&gt;my answering machine for my phone is going off, so i press the button.&lt;br /&gt;"ONE, new, message, received at yadayada on Tuesday, 2:14pm"&lt;br /&gt;"Hi, I am looking for a friend by the name of Leonard Andreev, who is fifteen years old. If you know of him, are related to him, or know anything about him, could you please call me on [insert number]. My name is James, and any information would be greatly appreciated. If you don't know anything about him, then there's no need to call. Thanks."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so, at this point, i'm basically thinking, hmmm, i wonder who this is... so i'm like, okay, i'll call back, what's the worst that could happen?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;".........Hello."&lt;br /&gt;"Er, uhm, hi... you called looking for one Leonard Andreev?"&lt;br /&gt;"Oh yeah. What's your phone number?"&lt;br /&gt;"[isaymyphonenumber]"&lt;br /&gt;"Yep, I called you. Do you know anything about him?"&lt;br /&gt;"Uhm, why do you need him?"&lt;br /&gt;"Oh, he's an old friend of mine. He lives on 43 [mystreetnameremovedforsecuritypurposes] St, and his birthday is the 14th of June, 1959"&lt;br /&gt;[at this point, i was basically like WHAT THE FRACK]&lt;br /&gt;"Well, I'm Leonard Andreev, and I'm fifteen... isn't that what you said in your- [lightbulb goes off in my head] OH YOU SAID FIFTY. RIIIIIGHHT."&lt;br /&gt;"Er yeah, I DID say fifty. Well, clearly you're not who I'm looking for. Thanks for your time. Bye."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now, i am left absolutely speechless. according to this guy, there is another leonard andreev somewhere in the world, who has the exact same street address as me, yet is almost exactly 35 years older than me, is born exactly two years before my dad, after who i take my name.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my. freaking. god.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this is almost as bs as "the system", i swear. NOT IMPOSSIBLE, JUST HIGHLY IMPROBABLE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lenny.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6017757889329849254-4601624523862492704?l=nightdaymorning.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6017757889329849254/posts/default/4601624523862492704'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6017757889329849254/posts/default/4601624523862492704'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nightdaymorning.blogspot.com/2010/04/so-today-perhaps-weirdest-thing-ever.html' title=''/><author><name>[Hybrid]</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6017757889329849254.post-3458925228533478396</id><published>2010-04-17T23:04:00.003+10:00</published><updated>2010-04-18T00:42:09.806+10:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i'd like to keep this short and sweet, since i'm REALLY tired. maybe i'll do dot points,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- japan was awesome. if you didn't come, you missed out. bigtime.&lt;br /&gt;- i am officially broke. kill me now.&lt;br /&gt;- wait, that was quick.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;here are some quick highlights from japan. my photos will be uploaded onto facebook.... at the end of week 2 fml.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tbEWDKVgW2Q/S8nGvwcRN6I/AAAAAAAAADE/IO1W3qzzqUM/s1600/IMG_0136.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tbEWDKVgW2Q/S8nGvwcRN6I/AAAAAAAAADE/IO1W3qzzqUM/s200/IMG_0136.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5461114546923059106" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;harajuku makes sydney look underpopulated&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tbEWDKVgW2Q/S8nGvOX63wI/AAAAAAAAAC0/IzFvXsCtB7A/s1600/IMG_0103.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tbEWDKVgW2Q/S8nGvOX63wI/AAAAAAAAAC0/IzFvXsCtB7A/s200/IMG_0103.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5461114537778011906" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;ENGRISH&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tbEWDKVgW2Q/S8nGvT5DM9I/AAAAAAAAAC8/LDb0oV3GqG0/s1600/IMG_0115.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tbEWDKVgW2Q/S8nGvT5DM9I/AAAAAAAAAC8/LDb0oV3GqG0/s200/IMG_0115.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5461114539259147218" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;it was a highlight for ME, okay?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tbEWDKVgW2Q/S8nGvT5DM9I/AAAAAAAAAC8/LDb0oV3GqG0/s1600/IMG_0115.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tbEWDKVgW2Q/S8nGulFxnNI/AAAAAAAAACs/MjWNp9PSAXA/s1600/IMG_0092.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tbEWDKVgW2Q/S8nGulFxnNI/AAAAAAAAACs/MjWNp9PSAXA/s200/IMG_0092.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5461114526696053970" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;ENGRISH ONCE AGAIN&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tbEWDKVgW2Q/S8nGuA8qyKI/AAAAAAAAACk/vbin0CCszUE/s1600/IMG_0077.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tbEWDKVgW2Q/S8nGuA8qyKI/AAAAAAAAACk/vbin0CCszUE/s200/IMG_0077.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5461114516994181282" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;weeeee cherry blossoms&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;sigh.... i hate being capped.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lenny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6017757889329849254-3458925228533478396?l=nightdaymorning.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6017757889329849254/posts/default/3458925228533478396'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6017757889329849254/posts/default/3458925228533478396'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nightdaymorning.blogspot.com/2010/04/id-like-to-keep-this-short-and-sweet.html' title=''/><author><name>[Hybrid]</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tbEWDKVgW2Q/S8nGvwcRN6I/AAAAAAAAADE/IO1W3qzzqUM/s72-c/IMG_0136.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6017757889329849254.post-971135042072906476</id><published>2010-03-31T15:59:00.003+11:00</published><updated>2010-03-31T17:16:48.981+11:00</updated><title type='text'>POKEMONNNNNNNNNN</title><content type='html'>yeah, that's what's in these days. HEARTGOLDSOULSILVER.&lt;br /&gt;boxxx&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tbEWDKVgW2Q/S7Lj77UUYVI/AAAAAAAAACM/I_Ti1D77HgY/s1600/IMG_0518+%28Small%29.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tbEWDKVgW2Q/S7Lj77UUYVI/AAAAAAAAACM/I_Ti1D77HgY/s200/IMG_0518+%28Small%29.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5454672717373792594" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and the POKEWALKER OH YEAH. has my awesome gastly in it right now.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tbEWDKVgW2Q/S7Loomg3shI/AAAAAAAAACc/BZ9VJTO3mEs/s1600/IMG_0524+%28Small%29.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tbEWDKVgW2Q/S7Loomg3shI/AAAAAAAAACc/BZ9VJTO3mEs/s200/IMG_0524+%28Small%29.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5454677882929918482" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;if you're cool, you know you're going to go get this (Y)&lt;br /&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/6017757889329849254-971135042072906476?l=nightdaymorning.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6017757889329849254/posts/default/971135042072906476'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6017757889329849254/posts/default/971135042072906476'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nightdaymorning.blogspot.com/2010/03/pokemonnnnnnnnnn.html' title='POKEMONNNNNNNNNN'/><author><name>[Hybrid]</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tbEWDKVgW2Q/S7Lj77UUYVI/AAAAAAAAACM/I_Ti1D77HgY/s72-c/IMG_0518+%28Small%29.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6017757889329849254.post-6054442739789171869</id><published>2010-03-24T18:13:00.003+11:00</published><updated>2010-03-24T19:58:34.391+11:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>with the advent of posts about exams in recent times, i'm going to try and lighten the mood up and talk about the good stuffff.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;okay, good stuff about exams:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;NUMBER ONE&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;you get to stay home almost half the time! seriously, how awesome is that? a lot of people have been allowed to stay home for the past few days, and some people will get to stay home in the next few days. for some people, this kinda doesn't apply, cos they have exams everyday, but never fear! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;NUMBER TWO will save the day for you!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;THE HOLIDAYS ARE SOON. guys come on, how can you not be looking forward to these holidays? they are essentially WORK FREE. unless you go tutoring, but hey, your choice for going tutoring.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;NUMBER THREE&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;when you get that last question in a maths exam, or one of those really hard ones that you've been struggling with, don't you just get this feeling of euphoria? it's kinda like YEAH TAKE THAT MATHS QUESTION DON'T MESS WITH  ME. (Y)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;NUMBER FOUR&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;when you DO have exams, they're either in the morning or afternoon.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;MORNING: you can basically choose when you want to get up; you can set your workload - sleep a bit more to freshen up your mind, or cram whatever you need. it's a win-win situation - people who like sleep get more sleep, people who like study get more study.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;AFTERNOON: you finish your exam nice and early. you can go home, relax and sleep, study, go parra or towers or something, do whatever you like :) HOW IS THAT NOT AWESOME?!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;NUMBER FIVE&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;okay i just wanted 5 for the sake of it being a cool number, so let's see what i can bulls.. INVIGORATE YOU WITH, I MEAN. well, it generally means that you're not on facebook as much, yeah? LESS PROCRASTINATING WOOT. but for all you people that go on facebook so regularly, i am disappoint. try harder =D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i don't want to talk about what went down in those tests =/&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;lenny.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6017757889329849254-6054442739789171869?l=nightdaymorning.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6017757889329849254/posts/default/6054442739789171869'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6017757889329849254/posts/default/6054442739789171869'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nightdaymorning.blogspot.com/2010/03/with-advent-of-posts-about-exams-in.html' title=''/><author><name>[Hybrid]</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6017757889329849254.post-3668759681993757931</id><published>2010-03-23T19:30:00.001+11:00</published><updated>2010-03-23T20:40:37.867+11:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>faroutihatethis&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you know what i mean.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6017757889329849254-3668759681993757931?l=nightdaymorning.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6017757889329849254/posts/default/3668759681993757931'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6017757889329849254/posts/default/3668759681993757931'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nightdaymorning.blogspot.com/2010/03/faroutihatethis-you-know-what-i-mean.html' title=''/><author><name>[Hybrid]</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6017757889329849254.post-8325480658513100916</id><published>2010-03-13T23:19:00.002+11:00</published><updated>2010-03-13T23:29:52.091+11:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>man you know what?&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm pretty sick of making notes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Studying isn't really a chore, in my opinion; it's actually quite fun. The REAL chore is making notes. Oh how I LOATHE making notes. They're so time consuming, and have to be done well and everything. Studying is actually the best part, because you're just reading over what you've read and learning it, which turns out to be pretty easy. MAKING NOTES IS LAME. seriously, economics, I've done two chapters and I've got about 2500 words. At this rate, I'm going to end up with about 6000words for 5 chapters. WHO WANTS TO WRITE THAT OUT?! Noone, that's who.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;In other news, since people like to ditch me when going to concerts, I've decided to go the blackout + lostprophets next next saturday by myself. fun. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;this is just a short update in my life, nothing worth noting, and something to keep this place alive ahahaha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I might post again after lostprophets, but until then, i have a study schedule to be getting on with.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;adios.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6017757889329849254-8325480658513100916?l=nightdaymorning.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6017757889329849254/posts/default/8325480658513100916'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6017757889329849254/posts/default/8325480658513100916'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nightdaymorning.blogspot.com/2010/03/man-you-know-what-im-pretty-sick-of.html' title=''/><author><name>[Hybrid]</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6017757889329849254.post-98679502007640059</id><published>2010-02-26T20:33:00.005+11:00</published><updated>2010-02-27T13:34:16.894+11:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>so I haven't blogged in a while. in my defense, i've been attempting to keep up with a load of maths homework that increases with every maths lesson. i have a lot of things to say, but the thing is, every time I tell myself I want to say something here, I have a tendency to forget it the next day. a number of things have happened in the past month or so. I can't mention them all here, since i can't remember half of them, but a very happy birthday to all those who have had their birthday in the past month, and a special happy belated birthday to tonia especially :)&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I've been looking for anyone who wants to go lostprophets with me, but i haven't got anyone :( I feel so rejecteeddddddddd.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;also, in other news, betty, chris and i are going to muna in may, along with justin, sarah and emily from year 12. should be greattttt, we are the ever so awesome SOUTH KOREA. i wonder what our costumes will be...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;lockerz has been shaping up recently, but i've also recently screwed my usage over and I'm on 97% with three days to go... meaning that if the redemption is anytime soon, i'm screwed..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;yeah, i'm a sad sad kiddo with nothing to do cept talk about lame stuff like this :( nahhhh jokes. hmmm, i'll do the thing that 10 people guessing thing0 didi did on his blog (13 in his case ahahaha), i think. OMG "didi did" is totally palindromic ahaha. here we go.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1. You're a very funny person, but sometimes i think you act kinda stupid for the sake of it. you're cool and all, and i trust you, but sometimes i think you lose sight of yourself and alter your priorities. I haven't talked to you all that much recently, but i know we're still friends, and i'm glad for that. Sometimes, i don't think that i should trust you, merely because of all the things you tell me about others.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2. Ahhhhh. you. you're a really nice person, and you're good at heaps of stuff, albeit maybe a tinnyy bit clumsy. you're really modest, and people tend to be very jokingly slack to you, if i'm not much mistaken, sometimes probably even being ACTUALLY slack to you. regardless, i think you're a great person, you've helped me lots of times before and i've tried to do the same, i'm glad you're my friend, and i hope that you think the same as well :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;3. Sometimes, i feel like you're a bit unnecessarily slack to me, but then again i probably am sometimes too. still, i try to be as nice to you as i can, and i think you're luckier than you acknowledge. sometimes, i think you're a bit too overobsessive, kinda like myself sometimes, but then again, i can't really blame you for that. your perfectionistism sometimes gets the better of you, and it can turn out weird.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;4. Hmmmm, i think you're a bit of an oddity. not to say that that's a bad thing of course. you're smart, and i admire you for that, and you have a multitude of skills that i wish i could have. too bad you're in none of my classes this year, it's a pity. although sometimes, i do feel like you get a little bit selfish and simply try to get what YOU want.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;5. I have mixed feelings about you. sometimes, i've felt like we're the best of friends, talking really naturally and normally; others, it's been really awkward. i've known you for a long time, and we've been through quite a bit; i'm glad we're still friends now. sometimes, i wish i had gotten to know you better, but i guess i find out a bit more every time i talk to you, which is great.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;6. You're another odd one. you have a tendency to use overly sophisticated language in a sort of vain superiority. i don't really mind it, and you get plenty a lesson from me about it. sometimes you DO display an attidude that indicates superiority, but sometimes you also display an inferiority complex attititude, which is odd, to say the least. in any case, you're not one that i necessarily trust, given your odd demeanour.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;7. People like you, i cannot understand. honestly, if you try and fail so much, why bother? the only solution is to change your approach. I doubt you can, but if you do, I will be very impressed. perhaps by year 12 you might have succeeded in one of your endeavours, but right now, the chances look pretty slim to me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;8. You're easily my best friend, i trust you and love you above all else. we've been through so much together, it feels like it's been ages. if it wasn't for you, i'd be a completely different person right now. something along the lines of a complete mess sounds about right. i know you're always there for me if i need you, and you know i'm always there for you if you need me. i just hope that i'll never have to lose you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;9. Man you are ONE funny someone. i don't get why you do the things that you do, since your intellectual capacity says otherwise, but man, your fail is sometimes funn-ay to the maxxx. sometimes, i think you're a bit oblivious to some social issues, but it always comes out good in the end for some great hilarity.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;10. You're a funny one. Sometimes i feel like i know you better than anyone else, yet others i feel like i've been left in the dark completely. i feel like i can never figure you out, you're always unpredictable, and can be a bit mood swingy from time to time. sometimes i feel like you disregard me for nothing and don't appreciate what i do, but i'm okay with that. i still think you're a nice person, nonethelesss :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;if you read and you want to guess one, msn me :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6017757889329849254-98679502007640059?l=nightdaymorning.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6017757889329849254/posts/default/98679502007640059'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6017757889329849254/posts/default/98679502007640059'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nightdaymorning.blogspot.com/2010/02/so-i-havent-blogged-in-while.html' title=''/><author><name>[Hybrid]</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6017757889329849254.post-473291326691138218</id><published>2010-01-16T17:46:00.003+11:00</published><updated>2010-01-16T19:06:38.218+11:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>So. Holidays. I don't like you, and you don't like me. Okay, maybe I like you, but I know YOU don't like me.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Love-hate relationships with the holidaays are abound these days with innumerable school students throughout the country, and I am no different.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Admittedly, I've been going out quiiiteee a bit these holidays. Ever since NYE, I've been to USYD info day with Anthony, Yeli, and Angela, where we all decided to get ourselves 32cm soft serve ice creams, which you can take a look at what they would have looked like &lt;a href="http://www.leighlo.com/uploads/random/2009/01-January/01-32cmSoftServe-01-L.jpg"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;. Trust me, IMPOSSIBLE to eat properly, by the time you get halfway, it's melted everywhere, and if your name is Anthony Liang, by the time you get NOWHERE, it's gotten EVERYWHERE. Including my pants. STUPID ANTHONY. I was going all fine until you came along D= Same with you Psychology D= I TOLD YOU WE SHOULD HAVE GONE ENGINEERING/IT ANTHONY.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I actually went to a lot of places, so I can't remember all of them. THAT much. Kind of scary, even for me, I must say. One of my old primary school friends came for a sleepover, where we watched Sherlock Holmes, which, I must say, was a GREAT movie, I liked it a lot. Speaking of movies, I have STILL not seen Avatar yet, kill me now D= and, I know some of the plot as well *glares at Yeli* but yes, I had lots of fun with Henry, played a heck of a lot of DW5 co-op, and had some freaking EPIC yugioh duels. HEY, yugioh is still cool every once in a while =D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Went to the dentists next day, he put some "ceilings" on my bottom row of teeth, anyone know what those are? They killed for like a day, but it's perfectly fine now. o.O Cabramatttaaaa dentist (Y).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The next day, I went out to a gamer outing with Samuel, Ben, and some nsb peeps. Twas pretty good. CEPT SAMUEL'S A FREAKINGGGG CAMPER FFSSS. =( We spent time at lunch totally dissing ruse, for some reason or another, I can't remember what though o.O Was a good day overall, had fun ahahaha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;GPS reunion on monday, should be good, if enough people come T___T then AVATAR AT LAST ON THE 23RD. =D It had damn better have been worth waiting for. Oh, and I have a massive clash of events on thursday, I'm not sure what I'm going to do D= Both birthday outings, how ridiculous. People need to have less birthdays (Y).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A few other things in the works, but otherwise, nothing worth mentioning. I am SWEATINNNGGG so much right now, and the deo is all the way in the bathroom, so far away D= okay, after a quick deo spray, it feels better =D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh, I'd like recommendations on any good songs to learn on guitar, if you know any. Thanks! Also, I'm looking for people who'd like to to come with me to Lostprophets on March 27. Buzz me if you're interested =)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;overnout.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6017757889329849254-473291326691138218?l=nightdaymorning.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6017757889329849254/posts/default/473291326691138218'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6017757889329849254/posts/default/473291326691138218'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nightdaymorning.blogspot.com/2010/01/so.html' title=''/><author><name>[Hybrid]</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6017757889329849254.post-9085550241216076113</id><published>2010-01-01T13:04:00.003+11:00</published><updated>2010-01-01T23:05:14.150+11:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>New Years Day. New Times. New People. New Mindsets.&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;Or at least, that's what everyone would like to think. To all those people who've made New Years resolutions, and are sticking by them, good on you. But to those who aren't as commited, nice try anyway haha. Sometimes, maybe the person who you are just won't let you make amends to yourself. Maybe not today at least. See - "It's Not The End Of The World But I Can See It From Here".&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;People have said, numerous times, that they're going to "step up" their game this year, in terms of academics, so to speak. But you really gotta sit down and wonder to yourself, how many people are REALLY going to put in that extra effort? Just because you're now doing your fav subjects doesn't necessarily mean your game is going to go up.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I mean, let's consider this scenario. EVERYONE stepped their game up. There are two possible outcomes; everyone stays in more or less the same rank/position as before, or some people make massive jumps since they don't have their bad subjects dragging them down anymore. I'm not one to say I know what's going to happen, but I'm just thinking, somehow, that all predictions are going to turn out to be far off reality.&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 last night was New Years Eve. The day before, Anthony decided to get a few people to come city to watch fireworks since we were boreeeedddd as. Initially, we had about 5, maybe 6 or 7 people going, but suddenly, a ton of people bailed out, and it ended up being me, Anthony, and James Kwon. I was running out of credit, so I asked my mum for a recharge, and she gave me the free recharge that came with my bro's phone, since he can't use his properly anyway. It was a $29 cap thingo, which gave me like 2 and half hours of voda mins (yes, I'm with voda, pleaaaseee don't ridicule me for it. there ARE some pretty cool people on voda yknow) and 150 dollars of credit, which was pretty convenient. So Anthony texts me that morning, and we have this massive textathon trying to figure out how in the world we're going to get to Blues Pt. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;After he got back from the central coast, I pretty much had to leave to get there on time, so off to parra I went. As soon as I got on the bus; SHOCK HORROR I FORGOT MY IPOD. Oh no, what a major setback. So now I'm bored on the way there AND on the way back with drunk people. (more on that later) So I get to parra, call anthony, and it turns out he's STILL at home. I try to tell him to come strathfield so we can catch the same train there, but he's like nahhhh, I'll catch Epping-Chatswood (word to the wise - that line is for LAME PEOPLE). So I'm like okay, whatever, meet you at nth syd.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;20 or so minutes go by.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Phone rings.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Hello..?"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"OI THERE ARE NO TRAINS FROM EPPING TO NORTH SYDNEY."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"WHAT?! I TOLD YOU TO COME STRATHFIELD."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"DUDE I CAN ONLY CATCH LIKE A SYDNEY TERMINAL TRAIN."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"I TOLD YOU TO COME STRATHFIELD, THAT'S WHERE I AM RIGHT NOW. BIT LATE NOW"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"I KNOW BUT HOW AM I GOING TO GET THERE?"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"JUST CATCH THE SYD TERMINAL TRAIN, I'LL MEET YOU AT CENTRAL"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"OKAY"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yeah, shouting match, can't hear anything at stations these days. So now I have to get off at central and wait for Anthony. I get off, and wait for nigh on 30 minutes,  and I get a text from Anthony, that was something like this:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Train is jammed between reddy and central"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Excellent. More waiting for me. 5-10 minutes later, he texts me what platform he's on.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"8 9"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Argh, I'm on 16/17. Great. So I go down the stairs, and there was a right and a left. I did not even SEE the left, but that's where I should have gone, because all of a sudden I ended up at platform 25 for some weird reason. Then I looked at the station map, and saw I was heading in the complete wrong direction. Then I get a call from Anthony.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"HEY I'M AT PLAT 16/17 NOW"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"WHAT?!?!??!?!?!?!"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Great. I had walked approximately half the length of the station (ran actually), only to find out that where I needed to go was where I had just come from. Part of where you're going is knowing where you're coming from - see "For All These Times Son, For All These Times". So now I have to leg it back to where I came from, since the train comes in 5 minutes, according to Anthony. I managed to find him quickly and we caught the train to nth syd, where James started texting like a madman since he was already there and couldn't find ZAC and BEN who were supposed to be there, as I had gathered from information the day before. I called Zac, and told him to find James, and he was like okaaaayy. So Anthony and I get to the station, and start walking to Blues Pt. We meet James along the way near this firetruck. Okay nice, we're all here.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anthony now decides to need to go to the toilet, so we go down to the toilets, where we pass a bunch of Yr 12s, so we say hi and such. I now call Zac, and he's says he's up the top, since the place is kinda divided into two areas, top and bottom, with the bottom not being obstructed by trees. He says that he's up the top, so we decide to go up there after Anthony finishes. I then go for a quick talk with Ben in yr 12, who asks whether I know where his sister is, and since Zac said they were up the top, I assumed she was up there too. So Anthony gets out, and we go up the top.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We searched the top thoroughly, at least 5 times over, to no avail of finding zac. There were no places where he could have been hiding, seriously. All this time, I'm trying to call him to find out where he is, but all I get is his retarded voicemail, so I keep calling and calling (this costs me later) while going round in circles in this area, looking for him. He must've gotten at least &gt;100 missed calls from me and Anthony combined. NOTE TO ZAC: THE NEXT TIME I SEE YOU, YOU ARE ONE DEAD LIL BOY. I was getting dizzy,  and I was also starting to get a headache, so it was a good thing I decided to bring nurofen (my parents later raged at me for being a drug addict, no joke). We found this spot on the path which kinda had the bridge obscured a little by branches, but we would later move out for the fireworks when they came.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We stayed in our spot for much of the time, Anthony going off to buy food for us later on, and playing DS and trying to call zac for the rest of the time until 9. NB: I left the house at 3:30. I took videos of both sets of fireworks, which I promise I will upload to youtube tomorrow morning for anyone's viewing pleasure. After calling zac for about the whoooole night, and getting literally 0 response, we gave up at about 11. I also tried calling Ben, but it seemed his phone was off.... anyway, Anthony and I left after the 12 fireworks, like everyone else. Anthony's parents also came to the same spot as us, but we couldn't be bothered finding them, they just told Anthony to catch the epping-chatswood line (ie lame line). By accident, Anthony and I wandered into the wrong section of North Sydney station, so anthony had to catch a train to epping going round the long way. I got to catch my train to parra, but not after I managed to go through this ordeal.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Waiting on the station after Anthony caught his train.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This random drunk bogan comes up to me with this whip like thingo in his hand, puts his arm around me, and is like:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"HAPPY NEW YEAR MATE"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"You too man, have a good one"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Oh I will mate. Where you from?"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;(I decide to be honest, since I have a headache again, and I don't really see the harm since he can't stalk me)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Eh, Greystanes"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"OHHHHH, I know a few people from Greystanes. Do you know.. Mikaela [Icantrmblastname] or Mitchell [Icantrmblastname]?"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Nope, never heard of those, although I DO know a Mitchell" (Mitchell Buckman for whoever gets it ;D)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Ah well. Well, seeya round mate."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Yeah bro."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh my that was quite scary. Then, I get on the train, and about two minutes later, the same guy comes into my carriage and sits RIGHT behind me, and is poking me with that whip thingo for a lot of the train ride. THAT. Was rather scary. Lord was I happy when I got off at parra.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Now, remember, how I said it would cost me that I called zac so many times? Yeah, this where it bit me. Ever since about 9, my phone was on low battery, so I kept it turned off for much of the time, turning it on occasionally to do things. It was off for the whole train ride, and when I get to parra, when I need to call my parents who are coming back from Ryde, to pick me up, guess what? Yeah, that's right, outta battery. Just my luck haha ==" So I asked some random asian guy if I could borrow his phone (Y). worked like a charm. Got home at like 2. A long, long day, I must say.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I really can't believe I'm still sick.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Happy New Year everyone! Make it a good one, and don't hold out on those resolutions!&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/6017757889329849254-9085550241216076113?l=nightdaymorning.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6017757889329849254/posts/default/9085550241216076113'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6017757889329849254/posts/default/9085550241216076113'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nightdaymorning.blogspot.com/2010/01/new-years-day.html' title=''/><author><name>[Hybrid]</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6017757889329849254.post-7103869070456532498</id><published>2009-12-22T21:56:00.002+11:00</published><updated>2009-12-22T22:31:08.214+11:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>so, i'm sick, once again. for the second time in three weeks. ridiculous, i tell you. absolutely ridiculous. my parents say it's because i put the fan on full blast on my back in 40 degree heat, but i'm not so sure, i haven't used the fan in over a week now...&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;oh man what the heck, i just spilt milk all over my pants. no, really D= okay now that that mess is cleaned up... i'm SO bored. argh.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;my brother is an avid user of the internet. i mean, AVID. like, he would go all day and all night if he could. however, he is a fan, of, shall we say, LAME games. like, really lame games, that eat up a ton of usage because of their flash-like nature. it's not very cool, let me tell you, because i have, count them on your fingers, SEVEN. a meager SEVEN gigabytes of usage. i do have 14 offpeak, but it doesn't really help when my bro does weird stuff in his room into the late hours of the morning, goes to sleep, and gets up at about two in the afternoon. my more rational sleeping habits allow me to get up earlier to use this premier internet, but it does nothing to salvage the fact that my brother spends all of his time using the peak seven gigabyte internet doing highly usage-intensive activities... i swear, i have no idea how i manage to last out to the 22nd, it's quite amazing. BUT, my dad says we're getting a new internet plan sometime soon, so it should be better... BUT, it's not going to be much better with that stupid plan Stephen Conroy came up with to censor the internet. See &lt;a href="http://www.abc.net.au/news/stories/2009/12/15/2772467.htm#comments"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt; for more. it's so ridiculously stupid it's not funny. ISP level filtering is easy to bypass, costs way too much, slows down the internet, AND makes it more expensive. if i got to vote, it wouldn't be for labor, that's for sure. &gt;_&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;oh, i think i should be going now, my mum just screamed twice from the kitchen, i think it's cos she found two cockroaches.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;adios.&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/6017757889329849254-7103869070456532498?l=nightdaymorning.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6017757889329849254/posts/default/7103869070456532498'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6017757889329849254/posts/default/7103869070456532498'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nightdaymorning.blogspot.com/2009/12/so-im-sick-once-again.html' title=''/><author><name>[Hybrid]</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6017757889329849254.post-3453866897637729319</id><published>2009-12-10T17:41:00.002+11:00</published><updated>2009-12-10T17:45:41.774+11:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms', verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; border-collapse: collapse; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); line-height: 18px; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; "&gt;Goal 1: Be nicer to people                         &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms', verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; border-collapse: collapse; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); line-height: 18px; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; "&gt;I'm not sure. Half?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms', verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; border-collapse: collapse; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); line-height: 18px; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; "&gt;Goal 2: Go to Rise Against concert&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms', verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; border-collapse: collapse; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); line-height: 18px; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; "&gt;Check. Second time soon haha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms', verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; border-collapse: collapse; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); line-height: 18px; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Goal 3: Study to my fullest potential&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms', verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; border-collapse: collapse; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); line-height: 18px; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; "&gt;Hmmm. I don't think I've done this, but I have studied more than I ever did before. Maybe half.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms', verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; border-collapse: collapse; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); line-height: 18px; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Goal 4: Get Year Advisor's award&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"    style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', verdana, arial, sans-serif;font-size:100%;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px;"&gt;Check. Rigged Reco awards, you know.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms', verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; border-collapse: collapse; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); line-height: 18px; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Goal 5: Get Principal's award&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"    style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', verdana, arial, sans-serif;font-size:100%;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px;"&gt;Not yet. Must get this at least once in my school career.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms', verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; border-collapse: collapse; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); line-height: 18px; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Goal 6: Learn guitar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"    style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', verdana, arial, sans-serif;font-size:100%;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px;"&gt;Getting there =)&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/6017757889329849254-3453866897637729319?l=nightdaymorning.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6017757889329849254/posts/default/3453866897637729319'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6017757889329849254/posts/default/3453866897637729319'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nightdaymorning.blogspot.com/2009/12/goal-1-be-nicer-to-people-im-not-sure.html' title=''/><author><name>[Hybrid]</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6017757889329849254.post-4582978689746522094</id><published>2009-12-06T22:28:00.001+11:00</published><updated>2009-12-06T22:30:08.945+11:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>man, you are so awesome.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I love it how you make everything so happy, because, come on, who doesn't need a bit of happiness? =)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;thanks heaps.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6017757889329849254-4582978689746522094?l=nightdaymorning.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6017757889329849254/posts/default/4582978689746522094'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6017757889329849254/posts/default/4582978689746522094'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nightdaymorning.blogspot.com/2009/12/man-you-are-so-awesome.html' title=''/><author><name>[Hybrid]</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6017757889329849254.post-3333294232068610234</id><published>2009-11-28T20:27:00.003+11:00</published><updated>2009-11-29T12:56:15.630+11:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>so you say that maybe it's me who's changed.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;right back at you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;you're not you anymore, and you and i both know it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i hope that sometime soon, you'll be able to realise, and admit it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;for now, i'll accept it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I can keep my promises.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I wish you could promise me the same thing.&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;&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;thank you. but we still have a while to see how this turns out. it'll be fine though. there's not need to worry. sure, it won't be the same. it'll be different. but a better difference.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6017757889329849254-3333294232068610234?l=nightdaymorning.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6017757889329849254/posts/default/3333294232068610234'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6017757889329849254/posts/default/3333294232068610234'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nightdaymorning.blogspot.com/2009/11/so-you-say-that-maybe-its-me-whos.html' title=''/><author><name>[Hybrid]</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6017757889329849254.post-7124013628000506621</id><published>2009-11-17T18:23:00.002+11:00</published><updated>2009-11-17T21:45:08.966+11:00</updated><title type='text'>seriously.</title><content type='html'>what is it with people these days and discrimination?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like, no offence to anybody, but the more I listen to people in real life, the more I talk to people on msn, the more I read the blogs on the internet, I just see discrimination skyrocketing through the roof. And perhaps most ironically, people reacting to being discriminated are in turn discriminating against others.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, so maybe it's just kinda impossible for everyone to be one big happy family. I mean, you can't like everyone in our grade. I admit it, there are a few people that just annoy me to no end, and I know a lot of people know who I'm talking about. I admit, I have bitched about these people. And I'm sure people would have an issue with that. But it seems that, when people know that they're gna get slammed for attacking people directly, they go for any other method possible. Discrimination is but one of these ways. It's increasingly getting more common, and, I, for one, dislike it. A lot of the time, discrimination is based on assumptions. I can't deny that most people have discriminated before; in fact, if you deny it, you're pretty much definitely lying. People are responding to the issues that they see as "not fair". Okay, so things aren't fair, whatchu gna do about it? You're gna whinge on your blog? You're going to talk about other ppl in an assumptious manner behind a veil of anonymity? Interesting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can understand what people are trying to do, but discrimination is almost paralleling stereotyping these days. People hear things, assume things, think they know things, and based on this upper class knowledge, they seem to be fit to say whatever they want.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The thing is, sometimes we're so blinded by our own beliefs and ideas that we just forget to look at the bigger picture. And that does include morals.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6017757889329849254-7124013628000506621?l=nightdaymorning.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6017757889329849254/posts/default/7124013628000506621'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6017757889329849254/posts/default/7124013628000506621'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nightdaymorning.blogspot.com/2009/11/seriously.html' title='seriously.'/><author><name>[Hybrid]</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6017757889329849254.post-517907790697382904</id><published>2009-11-13T20:58:00.002+11:00</published><updated>2009-11-13T21:00:09.403+11:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-size:180%;" &gt;I HAVE MADE AN EPIC DISCOVERY.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;LIFE IS NOT NOT FAIR.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;LIFE IS RIGGED.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;ehehehehe. I couldn't think of anything else.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6017757889329849254-517907790697382904?l=nightdaymorning.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6017757889329849254/posts/default/517907790697382904'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6017757889329849254/posts/default/517907790697382904'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nightdaymorning.blogspot.com/2009/11/i-have-made-epic-discovery.html' title=''/><author><name>[Hybrid]</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6017757889329849254.post-3014560445501414391</id><published>2009-10-29T20:09:00.002+11:00</published><updated>2009-10-29T20:12:57.788+11:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>sigh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sometimes, you just wish you had that one thing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that one thing, that&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;other people have, and you're jealous of it,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's like you're the only one who misses out on the wonders&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;no-one will ever know about it, but&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the bottom line is&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;who cares?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what a bad day.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6017757889329849254-3014560445501414391?l=nightdaymorning.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6017757889329849254/posts/default/3014560445501414391'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6017757889329849254/posts/default/3014560445501414391'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nightdaymorning.blogspot.com/2009/10/sigh-sometimes-you-just-wish-you-had.html' title=''/><author><name>[Hybrid]</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6017757889329849254.post-336381605911457057</id><published>2009-10-16T19:07:00.002+11:00</published><updated>2009-10-16T19:14:18.878+11:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>You can't buy what people do for you. Unless you're a briber/blackmailer, but that would be despicable if you were.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's priceless. The service or help of another human being, especially a friend. You'll never get anything else like it. I mean, sure, maybe you could get a robot to help you do your english essay. Or compute your equation to solve for x. But it can't explain anything to you. Human's are complex beings. Taken for granted. The help of others is taken for granted. Everything about others is taken for granted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But there's this one other thing that's taken for granted, and is overrated.&lt;br /&gt;Love.&lt;br /&gt;Soometimes, it's a bit too easy to lose yourself in it. It's easy to be blinded. It's easy to forget about everything else. It's easy to feel good with it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But at what cost does this come? To what expense does it come to you, and those around you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Something to ponder about&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't get why so few people understand this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even then, they sometimes forget.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6017757889329849254-336381605911457057?l=nightdaymorning.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6017757889329849254/posts/default/336381605911457057'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6017757889329849254/posts/default/336381605911457057'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nightdaymorning.blogspot.com/2009/10/you-cant-buy-what-people-do-for-you.html' title=''/><author><name>[Hybrid]</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6017757889329849254.post-8235885988067388175</id><published>2009-10-08T12:11:00.002+11:00</published><updated>2009-10-08T13:02:31.010+11:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Who knew that comparative essays could be so ehhhhh? Definitely not me, unfortunately. As I go off to clean my room in prep for FUN STUFF, I have some stuff to say:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2007 MATHS YEARLY IS HARDDDDDDDD. For all people who have said it was easy, and I know you're out there, try doing it in 75 minutes. It is HARDCORE. Seriously. Apparently Moho wrote it. hmmmm&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As long as the memories are there, we can always be with each other, and that's what counts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why is it so hard to find someone who cares about you, who can keep it together when you've come undone, when it's easy enough to find someone who looks down on you?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6017757889329849254-8235885988067388175?l=nightdaymorning.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6017757889329849254/posts/default/8235885988067388175'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6017757889329849254/posts/default/8235885988067388175'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nightdaymorning.blogspot.com/2009/10/who-knew-that-comparative-essays-could.html' title=''/><author><name>[Hybrid]</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6017757889329849254.post-6987234520107977078</id><published>2009-10-05T21:29:00.002+11:00</published><updated>2009-10-05T21:32:42.616+11:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:180%;" &gt;sigh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;maybe you should....... but I don't know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish. maybe in another life..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that's you,&lt;br /&gt;but I'm me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;aren't you lucky?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you hate me for taking your friend away from you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm just sad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm so sorry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;which would you rather suffer the loss of;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;some make believe friendship,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;or a real one?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6017757889329849254-6987234520107977078?l=nightdaymorning.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6017757889329849254/posts/default/6987234520107977078'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6017757889329849254/posts/default/6987234520107977078'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nightdaymorning.blogspot.com/2009/10/sigh-maybe-you-should.html' title=''/><author><name>[Hybrid]</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6017757889329849254.post-15788404399769543</id><published>2009-10-01T00:03:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2009-10-01T00:04:14.419+10:00</updated><title type='text'>SAVIOR</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/PhU3RajAo9k&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/PhU3RajAo9k&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6017757889329849254-15788404399769543?l=nightdaymorning.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6017757889329849254/posts/default/15788404399769543'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6017757889329849254/posts/default/15788404399769543'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nightdaymorning.blogspot.com/2009/10/savior.html' title='SAVIOR'/><author><name>[Hybrid]</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6017757889329849254.post-7980398628560373553</id><published>2009-09-30T23:39:00.002+10:00</published><updated>2009-09-30T23:50:50.232+10:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I haven't been here properly in a while. I've been busting my guts out in work and study like I never have before. I'm going to have a four or three day break for the first few days of the holidays so that I can catch up on some sleep and just relax. I need it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the last few days, I've become gradually more and more happy. In fact, right now, even though it doesn't seem like it, I'm extremely happier than I am most of the time =) I guess it's cause of various events, like finishing the jap test, getting good for history, and other stuff as well. The workload has almost decreased to a zero, which is great.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm, you know what I find funny? What I'm doing right now. Being philosophical. Or trying to be at least. It's funny, because, now that many many people try to be philosophical to some degree on their blogs, to distinguish themselves and be unique, it's almost become a cliche. Mannn, I've been englishing too much these last few days, analysing blogs for god's sake HAHAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are three people who have changed my life very significantly. Maybe not my life, but my mindset at the very least. I'm sure they know who they are. And to each of you, I say thank you. All three of you. You're each unique in your own way, and each of you have taught me various life lessons. And for that, I could never pay you back.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6017757889329849254-7980398628560373553?l=nightdaymorning.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6017757889329849254/posts/default/7980398628560373553'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6017757889329849254/posts/default/7980398628560373553'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nightdaymorning.blogspot.com/2009/09/i-havent-been-here-properly-in-while.html' title=''/><author><name>[Hybrid]</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6017757889329849254.post-2870476623022078042</id><published>2009-09-28T21:36:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2009-09-28T21:38:56.060+10:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>maybe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sometimes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you fear&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;something&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that just&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;doesn't exist&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And when you realise that, that's when you know you've reached it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6017757889329849254-2870476623022078042?l=nightdaymorning.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6017757889329849254/posts/default/2870476623022078042'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6017757889329849254/posts/default/2870476623022078042'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nightdaymorning.blogspot.com/2009/09/maybe-sometimes-you-fear-something-that.html' title=''/><author><name>[Hybrid]</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6017757889329849254.post-2606092770842966789</id><published>2009-09-16T21:20:00.002+10:00</published><updated>2009-09-16T21:20:55.818+10:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>the best feeling in the world&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;maybe you'll never know&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;maybe you don't know what you're missing out on&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;maybe it's time to realise&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6017757889329849254-2606092770842966789?l=nightdaymorning.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6017757889329849254/posts/default/2606092770842966789'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6017757889329849254/posts/default/2606092770842966789'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nightdaymorning.blogspot.com/2009/09/best-feeling-in-world-maybe-youll-never.html' title=''/><author><name>[Hybrid]</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6017757889329849254.post-7341213595182260697</id><published>2009-09-07T21:12:00.002+10:00</published><updated>2009-09-07T21:20:04.238+10:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'M POSTING NOW CAUSE BELLA MADE ME GO TO THIS PAGE FOR SOME REASON.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know what my favourite time of day is?&lt;br /&gt;It's the time that the sun is setting. Like when it's right on the horizon. Maybe I'm not qualified to say this cause I'm colour blind, but it's so pretty.&lt;br /&gt;The weather is nice at that time too. &lt;br /&gt;It just feels like you can chill from everything that the world's thrown at you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's like..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a sanctuary.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thank you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6017757889329849254-7341213595182260697?l=nightdaymorning.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6017757889329849254/posts/default/7341213595182260697'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6017757889329849254/posts/default/7341213595182260697'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nightdaymorning.blogspot.com/2009/09/im-posting-now-cause-bella-made-me-go.html' title=''/><author><name>[Hybrid]</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6017757889329849254.post-4273274046853854551</id><published>2009-09-04T21:11:00.002+10:00</published><updated>2009-09-04T21:51:19.208+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Honestly</title><content type='html'>Worst two days in a while now. I don't know why today just felt so crap, but it was. Yesterday was thursday, so naturally it was screwed up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today just felt so fked up. I feel like I know nothing now. You grow you learn, but what are you learning? Does it have a meaning? IS THERE A POINT? Like seriously, everything is so cliche. Everything that everyone says. The problem is that everyone is unique. So why are we conforming to cliches? Why do we want to be happy? Do we just want that euphoric feeling for just a bit of time. I don't know what I'm trying to say here either. Something's just make or break you. There's never any time to do what you want, how you want. Sometimes people just fk you up. Sometimes people don't have feelings. Sometimes, they have feelings that you could never imagine in your wildest dreams. Everyone has a different happy and a different sad. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But just because you've found them..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Doesn't mean you can avoid them.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6017757889329849254-4273274046853854551?l=nightdaymorning.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6017757889329849254/posts/default/4273274046853854551'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6017757889329849254/posts/default/4273274046853854551'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nightdaymorning.blogspot.com/2009/09/honestly.html' title='Honestly'/><author><name>[Hybrid]</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6017757889329849254.post-7696755364190473571</id><published>2009-08-24T20:27:00.001+10:00</published><updated>2009-08-24T20:33:55.971+10:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>My head hurts.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6017757889329849254-7696755364190473571?l=nightdaymorning.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6017757889329849254/posts/default/7696755364190473571'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6017757889329849254/posts/default/7696755364190473571'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nightdaymorning.blogspot.com/2009/08/my-head-hurts.html' title=''/><author><name>[Hybrid]</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6017757889329849254.post-4942326471374937546</id><published>2009-08-14T21:23:00.002+10:00</published><updated>2009-08-14T21:33:07.370+10:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hmm you know I just opened this window blankly, and I was subconsciously thinking that I had something to say. But I really can't think of anything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh maybe I can advertise:&lt;br /&gt;Me and Chris are planning to set up a trivia club, with Caraian as a co-ordinating teacher. Those who went english enrich this week know that we got our inspiration from those crosswords, and there's going to be (hopefully) all kinds of stuff. It's fun. YOU GET EXTRACURRICULAR STUFF ON YOUR REPORT. Watch out for announcements =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life's boring. I needa get stuff into my life.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6017757889329849254-4942326471374937546?l=nightdaymorning.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6017757889329849254/posts/default/4942326471374937546'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6017757889329849254/posts/default/4942326471374937546'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nightdaymorning.blogspot.com/2009/08/hmm-you-know-i-just-opened-this-window.html' title=''/><author><name>[Hybrid]</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6017757889329849254.post-7422281637542331515</id><published>2009-08-04T21:16:00.002+10:00</published><updated>2009-08-04T21:41:36.380+10:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>A lot's happened lately. Quite a bit actually. I guess that's all the more reason to just keep going and doing whatever you do =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I dislike this feeling. But I like it too. It's a strange feeling. It's too hard to explain. And I sit here knowing that you try to figure out what I'm trying to say in vain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's all different now. It's new. It's not the same old thing. It's like the old thing transformed to turn in to this new thing. I don't know, but the feeling it evokes is odd as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mind is a mess. In fact, scrap that. I'm totally organised. I mean, I could be so organised if all my head had in it was the word bla. Then it'd be an endless stream of bla, and I'd know exactly where each bla was.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stupidity aside, I wish everything wasn't so repetitive.&lt;br /&gt;(woah it's hard to imagine I made that up on the spot hahahaha)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know today, I was thinking during those competitions: what's the point? Can you really be stuffed to go through a story about four random guys on a boat and then answering questions about it, or would you much rather stare at the text for about 5mins taking in nothing at all? I know I'd do the second one =D But seriously, I think it's time people took a stand. All this stuff we have to do and keep doing. Get up every morning and do whatever daily routine you do, it's all the same. Isn't it so much better to make choices of what to do? Next time you have history hw, stop and think whether that's really going to help you. I don't think it will. Are you doing history next year? Yes? Not as if history is going to help you now. I think we should be able to have more freedom to make our own choices in a restricted society, according to what we want in life. Of course, this should never come at the expense of others.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, this place is starting to feel rather desolate. D=&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6017757889329849254-7422281637542331515?l=nightdaymorning.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6017757889329849254/posts/default/7422281637542331515'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6017757889329849254/posts/default/7422281637542331515'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nightdaymorning.blogspot.com/2009/08/lots-happened-lately.html' title=''/><author><name>[Hybrid]</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6017757889329849254.post-5087239261303455500</id><published>2009-07-30T17:47:00.003+10:00</published><updated>2009-07-30T18:00:48.752+10:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>You know what I don't like?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Trust. To everyone, it sounds like a good thing, and a good value to have in friends. Okay, maybe I agree with the last part, but the thing that annoys me about trust is how people decide to trust. People seem to find it so easy to judge people and how much trust to put in them based on just a few actions, and I think many miss the bigger picture. Mistrust is probably brought about, in my opinion, by misunderstanding.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People who fail to understand are one of the things which annoy me to no ends. Now, I wouldn't be so slack as to condemn those who are incapable of understanding (although I doubt this is the case of most people I talk to), but those who can understand, and simply fail to make an attempt at considering viewpoints other than theirs... that's what just gets to me a lot. I mean, sure, I'm not going to hold anything against you if you have an opinion about something, but unless you consider all possibilities, viewpoints and the like, even those that seem insanely unlikely. Not anyone knows anything for sure; even the stuff that you just assume, that should be taken in with care, cause it's never necessarily just going to be correct. Always consider the uncertain, because you just never know; you might find out something that you'd never expect.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I felt like ranting about human nature =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6017757889329849254-5087239261303455500?l=nightdaymorning.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6017757889329849254/posts/default/5087239261303455500'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6017757889329849254/posts/default/5087239261303455500'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nightdaymorning.blogspot.com/2009/07/you-know-what-i-dont-like-trust.html' title=''/><author><name>[Hybrid]</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6017757889329849254.post-196663683870879262</id><published>2009-07-19T22:11:00.003+10:00</published><updated>2009-07-19T22:12:26.334+10:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>You know, until today, I never realised how much of a fatso Blastoise is. It's soooo fat, it's actually quite scary. I guess this is what I get for focussing too much on my Wartortle hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HEY, I'm HAPPY that I found my FireRed Version after losing it four years ago. I mean, it only came out in 2004, and four years ago is 2005....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6017757889329849254-196663683870879262?l=nightdaymorning.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6017757889329849254/posts/default/196663683870879262'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6017757889329849254/posts/default/196663683870879262'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nightdaymorning.blogspot.com/2009/07/you-know-until-today-i-never-realised.html' title=''/><author><name>[Hybrid]</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6017757889329849254.post-1572549867764205454</id><published>2009-07-17T12:21:00.003+10:00</published><updated>2009-07-17T12:25:24.060+10:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>To one of my dearest friends,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know how you're feeling right now; I've been there before. You can't let this take you down, you're stronger than this, I know you are. You can get through this, but you know as well as I, it'll never be the same. Push through, you'll be fine, I'm sure. It's just another obstacle in life. You'll learn to deal with them, I know you will. For now, please, just don't lose sight of what's right, and lose yourself in a deep well of regret. Be careful. I love you so much, I don't know what I'd do without you, really. Do it for your sakes, for mine, and for your friends. They don't want to be around people who don't know what they're doing, surely. Be careful now. It'll be tricky, but you'll get through.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6017757889329849254-1572549867764205454?l=nightdaymorning.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6017757889329849254/posts/default/1572549867764205454'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6017757889329849254/posts/default/1572549867764205454'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nightdaymorning.blogspot.com/2009/07/to-one-of-my-dearest-friends-i-know-how.html' title=''/><author><name>[Hybrid]</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6017757889329849254.post-8839299851609687387</id><published>2009-07-09T20:08:00.003+10:00</published><updated>2009-07-09T20:15:11.884+10:00</updated><title type='text'>My dad is the best</title><content type='html'>My dad did the funniest, and one of the most dodgy things, I have ever heard of today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I get home, and it's just me and my brother at home. My mum comes about an hour later, at about 5:30 and tells me that she just dropped off my dad at interviews, albeit a little late. So I'm like, okay, whatever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My dad comes home, and I'm asking him how the interviews went. His opinions were something like:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Caraian - can't stop talking&lt;br /&gt;Forsyth - dodgy (Y)&lt;br /&gt;Pigram - apparently she wants me to swap with her son =O&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I asked him what happened with Mr Simpson and science. Turns out he went to the wrong Simpson and he missed the interview ahahaha. So in the intermission time until the next interview, he suddenly randomly thought that he'd go up to teachers to see if they had me. (I dunno if this was just for kicks, but I was laughing already, and it gets better) Quote my dad:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"There was this really good looking teacher that there was no line for, so I went there straight away to see if it was one of Lenny's teachers. Turns out Lenny doesn't do anything in the art department."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When the words "good looking teacher" and "art department" came to mind, I was like, oh. my. gosh. Please. do not tell me. that you went to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MISS EAKIN&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Long story short, my dad is an extremely dodgy person (Y)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Hybrid]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6017757889329849254-8839299851609687387?l=nightdaymorning.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6017757889329849254/posts/default/8839299851609687387'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6017757889329849254/posts/default/8839299851609687387'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nightdaymorning.blogspot.com/2009/07/my-dad-is-best.html' title='My dad is the best'/><author><name>[Hybrid]</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6017757889329849254.post-1159055179995897694</id><published>2009-06-21T15:02:00.005+10:00</published><updated>2009-07-09T20:08:02.853+10:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>WAAHHHH I'm getting bugged by all these stupid mario kart randoms on msn. D= I'd much rather talk to people I actually &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;enjoy&lt;/span&gt; talking to. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmmm, don't you just hate it when your parents feel as if they have a RIGHT to know what you're doing? Don't you hate it how adults just think they're above you, just because they're older than you, or some other similar, very stupid reason. I hate that so much. Oh well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know what... it hit me today that we only really have two more years left of school. Only two years with our good friends. Two years till we can try and beat ruse and fail miserably. Two years until we'll be wearing year 12 jerseys (best ever: THAIpo, the best part is, it's ACTUALLY a typo =D) Well, I guess we'll just have to keep fighting till the end.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Promises we plan to break are made in whispered voices,&lt;br /&gt;cause our despair knows many names,&lt;br /&gt;we make mistakes but we apologise with roses,&lt;br /&gt;we never stop to smell on the way.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Hybrid]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6017757889329849254-1159055179995897694?l=nightdaymorning.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6017757889329849254/posts/default/1159055179995897694'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6017757889329849254/posts/default/1159055179995897694'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nightdaymorning.blogspot.com/2009/06/waahhhh-im-getting-bugged-by-all-these.html' title=''/><author><name>[Hybrid]</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6017757889329849254.post-6467803512360930529</id><published>2009-06-06T12:02:00.002+10:00</published><updated>2009-06-06T13:52:26.077+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Now</title><content type='html'>I have finally gotten that well earned rest that I thoroughly deserved. In the last two weeks, the latest I've woken up was 6:30am. Today though, I finally managed to get myself to wake up at the great hour of 12pm =D I think I thoroughly deserved a 13 hour sleep. If only I could get them on planes hehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Much has happened in the last few weeks. Well maybe not much, but some things. Like, last weekend, Chris, Michael and I went to MUNA - Model United Nations Assembly. I got to speak twice, and the other two didn't get to speak at all throughout the course of the two days, which kinda wasn't worth getting up at like 5:45 each day to get to Chatswood soooo early. What WAS worth getting up at that hour was that we got like, INFINITE free food. FREE. FREE. FREEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE. OK that's enough, you get the point. My half asianess took me over, and I scabbed as much as possible. It was pretty good, cause there were these awesome chocolate muffins, and biscuits, and cookies, and sandwiches in boxes, and, and, yeah. It'll be in the newsletter hehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, on Thursday, a massive gang of us went to University of Sydney for a subject selection evening for next year, namely Anthony, Kapilan, Shirley, Nicole, Dinusha, Geertheken, Chris, Deva and myself. DR KARL WAS THERE, YOU KNOW THAT GUY WHO DOES THEM RANDOM SPEEDING ADS WITH THOSE SUPER COLOURFUL SHIRTS. Yeah him. But anyway, it was pretty good apart from the fact that we got lost a few times. We were GOING to catch parra, but we missed it and ended up catching sevo, along with, who was it, err, bella and jess and celia were there too, and all the people who normally catch sevo. Yeah. and then we had this massive drama at the ticket machine where the train was gonna come in about 5 secs and we had to hurry like shizzle to catch it. haha that was funny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Much fun stuff, I must say. It's my bday next week, I get to be FIFTEEn, how awesome is that? The best present of all is having friends. I find the other stuff too materialistic. You can be a friend to me by being my friend. HAHAHA how funny does that sound, But it's true. Friends. The most awesome people on earth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Hybrid]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6017757889329849254-6467803512360930529?l=nightdaymorning.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6017757889329849254/posts/default/6467803512360930529'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6017757889329849254/posts/default/6467803512360930529'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nightdaymorning.blogspot.com/2009/06/now.html' title='Now'/><author><name>[Hybrid]</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6017757889329849254.post-7097316654608045265</id><published>2009-05-31T18:04:00.001+10:00</published><updated>2009-05-31T18:07:22.546+10:00</updated><title type='text'>December 23, 1995</title><content type='html'>&lt;font-family="trebuchet"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It gets worse every day. This hut’s lonely darkness may well be what keeps me alive, because I can free myself from the everyday torture. Tomorrow is just going to be a repeat of today, what with only one thing to do: work. The faces of the people are saddening, and they do more to me than I would think; they diminish that hope that one day, one day I’ll be able to be somewhere that isn’t void of light.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The early wake-up call made by the ‘heads of the huts’ guards really is a wake-up call. Not in that sense of, “Wake up, it’s time to work!” but a wake-up call to life, a wake-up call to people who work to hold up everything that others base their lives on. The people stir, and promptly walk the kilometer we have to cross to get to the factory. The people who live in the city are always giving us these dirty, loathsome looks, as if we’re a lower breed of human, when in fact they’re not much better than us. The sun is never seen, blocked by the black fumes of pollution creating what could more than likely be one of the darkest cities in the world. The gruesome mud that forms a layer of the streets dirties my feet every day, but I can’t tell the difference anymore, because my foot is always brown nowadays. Walking through the city is daunting enough, as not one inkling of the place is left unpatrolled by the guards, carrying guns merely to intimidate. But once the demoralising trip is over, the other half of life begins.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Entrance is through a large, bulletproof door, so big that when it closes behind us, a feeling of entrapment can’t be helped. The entrance hall is massive, with innumerable desks all over the place with the ‘slightly higher-ups’ working their job, one that seems so easy compared to what we have to do, yet we get paid less than half of what they probably get. In fact, I don’t even know how much one of us earns, all the stuff I earn, I give to the others, they need it more than me anyway. We have to sign in on a piece of paper, and most can’t write, so they just put a line in the small box to show that a worker came. I’m lucky, because I’m one of the few that can write, so I can actually get my wages. Those who can’t write can’t be paid, proving what fairness the world has. One by one, as we sign in, we move to the factory room where we take our positions according to our specific jobs. There are many jobs, some done by a few people, some by one; mine is unique. I have the task of sticking a lie onto every box that comes onto the conveyor belt: Made in U.S.A. The constant drone of the machines is one of the few sounds I’ve known only too well, created by the groaning and clanking of gears below the conveyor belt. There could never have been less to say about a day of living.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I walk back to the refugee camp each day, I always think about life. What life is like for the refugees. What life is like for the people who are at the top, making the big money. What life is like for the average person in the average city or town. What life is like for the poor. Everyone works to make ends meet, but to what ends? The refugees are paid nothing for their work, but are bribed into working for others. How far do people have to go to live a life that is what they want, and what they need as humans? I guess this is what this experience has brought up for me, because now, when I catch my plane tomorrow to go home for Christmas with my wife, my son, and my daughter, I will always think about what that ‘Made in U.S.A.’ sticker really means when I see it on a product. After all, I may well have put it there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font-family&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6017757889329849254-7097316654608045265?l=nightdaymorning.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6017757889329849254/posts/default/7097316654608045265'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6017757889329849254/posts/default/7097316654608045265'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nightdaymorning.blogspot.com/2009/05/december-23-1995.html' title='December 23, 1995'/><author><name>[Hybrid]</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6017757889329849254.post-1539304516569993053</id><published>2009-05-21T23:23:00.004+10:00</published><updated>2009-05-21T23:45:06.687+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Live</title><content type='html'>I guess I just haven't had time to update this thing. It's not as if thaaaat many people read it anyway haha. It's just a good way of venting myself to &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;nearly&lt;/span&gt; no people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know, the last few days have been pretty hectic, what with SRP and all, athletics and I don't know what. I made it into shotput, as some weird people having weird ways of finding out found out. Beat Arkash by ONE centimetre. Most epic, winning margin, ever. Eric got a pretty damn good 9.8m, but the year 9s reckon he cheated. I don't really care tbh, cause it was year 10 domination, and I'm still going to zone so yeah. My whole body is aching especially after soccer today. Stupid excessive sport. &lt;br /&gt;Now, I must prepare myself for the epic onslaught of work which awaits me. I don't know what I'm going to do, but one thing's for sure, I cannot wait for my birthday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not sure what I'm doing blogging at this late hour, but I was just lazy with careers homework. I think I'll go have a shower soon. Hmmm. Rise Against released a new single a few days ago, and I think that, if you're reading this, you should at least take a look at it. Not because I'm telling you to because I like Rise Against, but because it's a song with deep meaning. It's the story of a soldier in the Iraq war, and what he's gone through, physically and emotionally. It's the hardships that soldiers live through, all caused by some stupid politics. Take a look at it from this link, if not for me, for those who have died.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://vids.myspace.com/index.cfm?fuseaction=vids.individual&amp;VideoID=57569588"&gt;Hero of War&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I've become happier on a whole these days. I've got so many people asking me for help now. And I give it, cause that's what I want to do, help people. It's so good to help people, no matter what for. (unless your name is Kenneth, who still doesn't get the GTFO message) I think I've changed since this time last year, and quite a bit. Sure, there's all these exams and work going on, but they're just a small part of life (I'm happy with my results, so I guess that may be kinda why I'm saying that). The best part, is having friends. Having friends you can trust. Having friends you can rely on. Having friends who don't condescend on you. Having friends who accept you for who you are, despite your imperfections. Friends are the best. I couldn't ask for better people to know, cause I'd like to be friends with everyone I know. (except Kenneth and those gangster lebs who were talking to me on the bus today o.o) Can you say all that about your friends?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Hybrid]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6017757889329849254-1539304516569993053?l=nightdaymorning.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6017757889329849254/posts/default/1539304516569993053'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6017757889329849254/posts/default/1539304516569993053'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nightdaymorning.blogspot.com/2009/05/live.html' title='Live'/><author><name>[Hybrid]</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6017757889329849254.post-3490782824467220922</id><published>2009-05-08T21:10:00.004+10:00</published><updated>2009-05-08T22:56:38.699+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Load -60kg</title><content type='html'>I really have notthiiingg to say. Nothing. Everything is covered by all the other blogs, so why repeat it? Oh. Except my english fail. Not as in the test itself, but how I went crazy in the middle of it. Basically, I'm writing my essay at normal speed, yeah, all good. And then, I just finish my second body para in my essay. BRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRINNNNNNNG. Bell goes. SHITSHITSHITSHITSHITSHIT is what was going through my head. OHSHIZZLE is what I actually said, but whatever. I'm hurrying at, literally, the speed of light, trying to finish this essay, cause half my time is gone and I've only done 1/4 of the exam. I rushed through short answer and multiple choice, and I finish, and I'm like YESSSSSS. Turns out I finished well ahead of time, with not just a few, but TEN minutes to spare. Was pretty angry with myself, but I just checked my short answer and multiple choice and refined my essay a little. I noticed that for some reason I chucked in "contemporary audience" as a runoff to end pretty much every body para. Hmmmm. I still rkn I went pretty well in that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway. Onto a more, shall we say, delicate, topic. The topic of OHSNAPKENNY. If anyone wants to know about anything, then I'll try and retell what has happened here, and if you have anymore questions, just ask. Basicallly, we already had plans to kick this kid ages ago, like, before camp. We were gonna do it in the middle of the night in our cabin, but, seeing as, him being him, he decided to aggro on us and got moved to a different cabin, as we all know. Plan A, deemed a failure, for reasons beyond our control. We didn't dare do anything for a while after that, or else it would have ben extremely sus, for reasons more than obvious. Then came the holidays, the blissful unawareness. Just forgotten, and times with friends and good people... it was great. But, we returned only to be awoken from our dream, or perhaps just altered into a nightmare. ok, don't kill me, I've been influenced by Shakespearethefag.doc. Anyway, this guy was getting prettttty dayum annoying, with his snide, insensitive remarks, and aggressively random punches all over the place. I always complain about Thursdays nowadays, cause he's in EVERY one of my classes on that day... So, basically, I'm here exploding, other people are like 'zomg kenny', and then there's all the leftover people who are like 'zomg kenny', then there's the 'neutrals', but yeah. No-one was willing to do the kicking cept Daniel and Erin, so it just kinda ended up being them I guess. The initial plan was to kick him after exams, but Erin wanted before so we could freee ourselves of the load for exams, so it was &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;supposed&lt;/span&gt; to be Wednesday. Basically, Daniel came up with this plan where they told him the rest of the group was planning to kick him out, and he should just leave. His respons? "Would there be a... reason for this?" Errrrr, I think they shouldn't be named to be honest. Well, he didn't get the message that day evidently, so the next day at lunch, they decided to essentially 'boot' him. Either he got publicly humiliated on Monday or he just left then were the options, I hear. He chose the first. After that, it's just pass the person, not my problem.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope I answered any questions... any others, feel free to ask. Kenny will never find out about this place anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Hybrid]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6017757889329849254-3490782824467220922?l=nightdaymorning.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6017757889329849254/posts/default/3490782824467220922'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6017757889329849254/posts/default/3490782824467220922'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nightdaymorning.blogspot.com/2009/05/load-60kg.html' title='Load -60kg'/><author><name>[Hybrid]</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6017757889329849254.post-8117689361431576706</id><published>2009-04-24T12:31:00.004+10:00</published><updated>2009-04-24T13:00:58.399+10:00</updated><title type='text'>It's not fair when you say that I didn't try   .</title><content type='html'>I guess the only reason I'm writing this right now is cause I DON'T WANNA DO ENGLISH!!!!!!!!!!!! =[&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I was thinking about random habits lately. Random thing to think about, true, but they're preeettttty cool. =D Like, for instance, I have this reaaaallllly weird habit where, after I get out of the shower and finish with towels and stuff, I chuck it over my head like I'm a ghost or something and then grab my clothes to go put them in the laundry. Except, I pretty much always shower late at night when all the lights are off, so then I have this thing where I wander around the house to the laundry in the dark with a towel over my head. After I do that I go put the towel on the wooden railing so it can dry, BUT YESTERDAY I TRIPPED OVER THIS HUMONGOUS POT THAT WAS IN THE WAY AND I HIT MY HEAD INTO THE WOOD! =[ Dangerouss activity actually. Oh, and dw, I use one side of the towel to dry myself, and then I make sure that it's the other side of the towel that goes on my head =] I bet everyone has random habits that they don't tell anyone about... hehe. In any case, last night I was up until 1am burning 5 identical files ONE HUNDRED AND FORTY FOUR discs! I started at 6pm T_T BUUUUUUUUUUUUT, while they were burning, I managed to finish history and fill EVERY SINGLE LINE. Aren't I tank? =D Nah jks. Oh, if you're wondering, the CDs are for SRP. Basically, I'm destroying discs and then checking if they still work. Doesn't it sound fun? ;D &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Argh I'm desperately trying to think of something to write here so that I don't have to do English. I reallly should do it soon cause it's actually VERY hardd, as I found out on the second last day of term when I tried to do it in one night. In the end I just gave up =] Maybe I'll go for a run sometime soon so I don't have to do it... I'M GETTING EXERCISE AT LEAST. I haven't had much time lately, especially since I've been going out a lot, and the fact that I'm capped. I'm surprised I managed to finish questions 2 and 3 of history while being capped. Meh. OK I can't think of much more to rant about right now, so I'll just stop now. =]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Hybrid]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6017757889329849254-8117689361431576706?l=nightdaymorning.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6017757889329849254/posts/default/8117689361431576706'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6017757889329849254/posts/default/8117689361431576706'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nightdaymorning.blogspot.com/2009/04/blog-post.html' title='It&apos;s not fair when you say that I didn&apos;t try   .'/><author><name>[Hybrid]</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6017757889329849254.post-7802221885611531963</id><published>2009-04-18T22:54:00.003+10:00</published><updated>2009-04-18T22:55:17.294+10:00</updated><title type='text'>OHOHOHOHOHOH</title><content type='html'>I thought of a new goal when I was running yesterday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TONIA MO IS NOT GOING TO LAP ME IN CROSS COUNTRY NEXT YEAR&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Hybrid]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6017757889329849254-7802221885611531963?l=nightdaymorning.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6017757889329849254/posts/default/7802221885611531963'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6017757889329849254/posts/default/7802221885611531963'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nightdaymorning.blogspot.com/2009/04/ohohohohohoh.html' title='OHOHOHOHOHOH'/><author><name>[Hybrid]</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6017757889329849254.post-7735054798226451607</id><published>2009-04-09T17:53:00.002+10:00</published><updated>2009-04-09T18:05:51.228+10:00</updated><title type='text'>The world is filled with lies</title><content type='html'>Honestly. It's human nature to lie. It's just, I don't think people see how often it happens. Every day, you hear a lie. ALWAYS. People lie just to make themselves look good, or like the rest of the pack. Maybe to hide embarassing thoughts. The ideals these days are just wrong in my opinion. I would love it if people could be more truthful.. including myself. The world would benefit from a bit of honesty... secrets are kept because people don't want others to know something for fear of what they'll think. Simple as that. Especially when lots of people know, and lots of people think different things... that's why secrets are kept. Through lies... you can lose a lot. I'd like to think the world was free of lies... I hate lies. It's even worse when you know someone is lying, and they conceal it from you. Lies will create tension... there is no legitimate excuse for lies. Everyone has an injustified reason for telling lies and keeping secrets. Well... sometimes, it can be kind of funny. =]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Hybrid]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6017757889329849254-7735054798226451607?l=nightdaymorning.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6017757889329849254/posts/default/7735054798226451607'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6017757889329849254/posts/default/7735054798226451607'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nightdaymorning.blogspot.com/2009/04/world-is-filled-with-lies.html' title='The world is filled with lies'/><author><name>[Hybrid]</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6017757889329849254.post-4985844186164729667</id><published>2009-03-25T22:15:00.003+11:00</published><updated>2009-03-26T16:51:21.638+11:00</updated><title type='text'>WORKWORKWORK</title><content type='html'>Lately, it's just been all work, no play. Far out. I thought that at least after the noncalc we'd get some kind of break, especially after jap as well... but nooooooooooooooo, we just get more piles of work. I swear I'm going to murder history/geo one day. One day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I've done a lot of thinking lately. Good thinking I suppose. THAT REMINDS ME OF THAT DAMN EPIC MATHS QUESTION THAT ONLY ME AND HENRY GOT HELLS YEAH =DDDDDDD Off the irrelevant stuff, I've been thinking. &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;What is it with people?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt; Sounds simple, but it isn't. I don't mean it in a way of 'what is wrong with people', but rather, how do things work with people? How do people work themselves?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Joe brought up a really good point in scripture today; desire. People are motivated by what they want. They act on what they want, do what they want. It's not hard to understand, given that we're human, and we always seek what we want. This is good and bad, but I won't go into that. What I want to say is, desire is a big part of our lives, and we don't give up what we want easily.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But then, what about the others in our lives? Surely they play a role. Other people always play a big role, no matter what. If you live somewhere where there aren't many people or next to noone, no offense, but you're not going to be a good person. The social part of our lives is rather vital to, well, life. You wouldn't be who you are if it wasn't for others, face it. Others have shaped you in the same way you have helped to shape many people you know. Others are there to help you. They're there to guide you. There is a certain extent to where you can take this, of course, but that's what people are for. To help, guide, and make us happy. I've taken it upon myself to be, what's that word...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;A better person&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I can help someone, I will, even if it is like Kausthub or something. Even if it's someone I dislike, hate, love, like, whatever. I'll do my best to help people. Maybe sometimes what people need is someone to listen to them. Love is a wonderful thing, despite probably not having experienced it myself... it gives a level of trust, and something that you can look forward to with someone else.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, it's probably impossible to realise what goes on in someone else's head. They are them, you are you, and I am me. Simple as that. What goes on in a person's head is completely theirs, and not for someone else to understand, especially if they don't want them to. It's like, inside everyone's head, there's a world. Each world is completely different. The logic of one world will most likely never be the same in another. It's just something that's like that. It's too difficult to completely understand a person. Trying your best do to so, however, can work wonders. Being happy is most definitely one of the most important aspects of life. It's good to know that your friends are happy. It's even good to know that someone you hate is happy, because at least they can find something that makes them happy, because they're still human. So if you're actually bothered to read this, then I ask you a question.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;How can you better yourself&lt;/span&gt; in the eyes of others&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;, for others, and for yourself?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a side note, RISE AGAINST ON SATURDAY =DDDDDDDDDDDDD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That is all =]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Hybrid]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6017757889329849254-4985844186164729667?l=nightdaymorning.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6017757889329849254/posts/default/4985844186164729667'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6017757889329849254/posts/default/4985844186164729667'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nightdaymorning.blogspot.com/2009/03/workworkwork.html' title='WORKWORKWORK'/><author><name>[Hybrid]</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6017757889329849254.post-3872803177106084596</id><published>2009-03-15T21:03:00.003+11:00</published><updated>2009-03-15T21:24:19.492+11:00</updated><title type='text'>OBJECTION!</title><content type='html'>Phoenix Wright is one awesome guy. HOLD IT! I should just put pictures.&lt;br /&gt;OBJECTION!&lt;br /&gt;This is unrelated to the case at hand.&lt;br /&gt;OBJECTION!&lt;br /&gt;It has everything to do with this case!&lt;br /&gt;Well prove it.&lt;br /&gt;I HAVE DECISIVE EVIDENCE BITCH!&lt;br /&gt;OBJECTION!&lt;br /&gt;The defense will refrain from swearing at the prosecution. ROFS!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://img216.imageshack.us/img216/7292/img0053m.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://img216.imageshack.us/img216/7292/img0053m.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(In any case, it's time to show the evidence...)&lt;br /&gt;The code to the safe is 1337... What does this tell you about the witness? THEY'RE LYING!&lt;br /&gt;OBJECTION!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://img242.imageshack.us/img242/8891/img0060g.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://img242.imageshack.us/img242/8891/img0060g.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love this shit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Hybrid]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6017757889329849254-3872803177106084596?l=nightdaymorning.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6017757889329849254/posts/default/3872803177106084596'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6017757889329849254/posts/default/3872803177106084596'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nightdaymorning.blogspot.com/2009/03/objection.html' title='OBJECTION!'/><author><name>[Hybrid]</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6017757889329849254.post-7798695506939514226</id><published>2009-03-06T22:55:00.002+11:00</published><updated>2009-03-06T23:13:06.434+11:00</updated><title type='text'>*yaaaaaawwwwwwwwwnnnnnnnn*</title><content type='html'>is what I said just then. And then I got really scared when Henry msged me on msn like two seconds later saying *yawns*. I shit you not =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;KINGDOM HEARTS 358/2 DAYS 30/5/09 IN JAPAN. Problem is it's in jap. Hm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;RISE AGAINST CONCERT 28/3/09 @ HORDERN. Gonna be insanely awesome. MOSHING HELL YEAH&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In other news, I'm clearly raping maths this year. NINETY PERCENT PLUS IN ALL TESTS SO FAR HELL YES.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;And I can't tell if you're laughing&lt;br /&gt;Between each smile there's a tear in your eye&lt;br /&gt;There's a train leaving town in an hour&lt;br /&gt;It's not waiting for you and neither am I&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I felt like raging at some one/thing/it/whatever. But I really cbf haha. Just watch though. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, I WILL beat you this year. You don't know it. And you won't see it coming. It's my 'secret' goal. &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;I might mention that YOU is a specific person. But in any case, you just won't believe it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Hybrid]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6017757889329849254-7798695506939514226?l=nightdaymorning.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6017757889329849254/posts/default/7798695506939514226'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6017757889329849254/posts/default/7798695506939514226'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nightdaymorning.blogspot.com/2009/03/yaaaaaawwwwwwwwwnnnnnnnn.html' title='*yaaaaaawwwwwwwwwnnnnnnnn*'/><author><name>[Hybrid]</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6017757889329849254.post-7145323373693512715</id><published>2009-02-23T20:47:00.002+11:00</published><updated>2009-04-12T10:31:30.878+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Goals</title><content type='html'>are wonderful. Look what I'm doing =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Goal 1: Be nicer to people &lt;br /&gt;Goal 2: Go to Rise Against concert&lt;br /&gt;Goal 3: Study to my fullest potential&lt;br /&gt;Goal 4: Get Year Advisor's award&lt;br /&gt;Goal 5: Get Principal's award&lt;br /&gt;Goal 6: Learn guitar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had some more earlier but I forgot them LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Hybrid]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6017757889329849254-7145323373693512715?l=nightdaymorning.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6017757889329849254/posts/default/7145323373693512715'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6017757889329849254/posts/default/7145323373693512715'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nightdaymorning.blogspot.com/2009/02/goals.html' title='Goals'/><author><name>[Hybrid]</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6017757889329849254.post-8884159202357506487</id><published>2009-02-21T13:13:00.003+11:00</published><updated>2009-06-08T19:39:20.110+10:00</updated><title type='text'>wahhh</title><content type='html'>It's been almost 3 weeks since I last posted and there's a good reason. This year, I've taken it upon myself to actually do work to help me. Unfortunately, this still doesn't change the fact that I'm guaranteed to fail history. Stupid history. history + kite = the whole class fails. ugh. In any case, I'm going to own alllll the other subjects this year. I mean it. No-one will ever see it coming cause I was never that smart. And then. BAM. The dirt is gone. I've been saying that a lot lately. And I've been overly random as well. hm. But yeah, it'll be like lolwut lenny, and I'll be like yea, and yeah. Yeah I think that was random. Also, SOME teachers (AHEM*CARAIAN*HEM) have been loading me up with so much shit it's not funny. I should probably be doing work atm, but I'm soo bored/tired/achy it's not funny. In PE on Thursday all the fags who chose sports in the first week decided to leave NO sports at all for people who weren't there. Snap. So we end up with gymnastics, how fun. At least I'm not bringing my shoes next week. Aside, we went to the weights room cause of them presentation night shits. I actually did stuff here, which is probably accountable for my inability to use my abs, pecs, and hamstrings. &gt;_&gt; I can only be on the comp or do work now. meh. Even that presentation night stuff was boooooooooriiingg. I was sitting next to a random yr 9 and ronnie, that sped. Which sucked. Bad. Real bad. Best I could do to keep myself from dying of boredom was to turn around and talk to Lynette and Jeffrey. How fun. hm. Was it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I have to somehow convince Karan's parents to let him go to the Rise Against concert on March 28th. Which is proving quite difficult. grrr. Oh yeah, I called nintendo yesterday. Finally. Now I have to send in both my DS's for repair, and they'll cost a bit. &gt;_&gt; Better than buying a new DS(s) I guess. Speaking of which, DSi is coming out April 2nd. I ain't buying that shite anyway, it's 300 freaking $. bah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't have much to say, and typing is hurting me. Rather, keeping my back straight is. Argh. That's enough then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Hybrid]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6017757889329849254-8884159202357506487?l=nightdaymorning.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6017757889329849254/posts/default/8884159202357506487'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6017757889329849254/posts/default/8884159202357506487'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nightdaymorning.blogspot.com/2009/02/wahhh.html' title='wahhh'/><author><name>[Hybrid]</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6017757889329849254.post-7437244016748344613</id><published>2009-01-30T16:00:00.008+11:00</published><updated>2009-01-30T16:55:05.837+11:00</updated><title type='text'>=DDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDD</title><content type='html'>Heaven =]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tbEWDKVgW2Q/SYKPBlvaYaI/AAAAAAAAAAs/fs3IjKbrCQE/s1600-h/IMG_0088.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tbEWDKVgW2Q/SYKPBlvaYaI/AAAAAAAAAAs/fs3IjKbrCQE/s320/IMG_0088.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296953369214738850" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tbEWDKVgW2Q/SYKNwjRTnfI/AAAAAAAAAAk/NNhCdtAtUPM/s1600-h/IMG_0087.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tbEWDKVgW2Q/SYKNwjRTnfI/AAAAAAAAAAk/NNhCdtAtUPM/s400/IMG_0087.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296951976982191602" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then... I bought this in HK.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tbEWDKVgW2Q/SYKQMl55fvI/AAAAAAAAAA0/GlqFVOreeW4/s1600-h/IMG_0190.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tbEWDKVgW2Q/SYKQMl55fvI/AAAAAAAAAA0/GlqFVOreeW4/s400/IMG_0190.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296954657748909810" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tbEWDKVgW2Q/SYKSSu2vsyI/AAAAAAAAAA8/EtnlAzpJj3A/s1600-h/IMG_0191.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tbEWDKVgW2Q/SYKSSu2vsyI/AAAAAAAAAA8/EtnlAzpJj3A/s400/IMG_0191.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296956962254074658" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tbEWDKVgW2Q/SYKT0KvsLrI/AAAAAAAAABE/bt9mdsNRV6g/s1600-h/IMG_0192.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tbEWDKVgW2Q/SYKT0KvsLrI/AAAAAAAAABE/bt9mdsNRV6g/s400/IMG_0192.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296958636187987634" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[I apologise for the sidewaysness]&lt;br /&gt;This game can be described in two sentences. G. G.&lt;br /&gt;Japan exclusive, 2 disc set for PS2 for only 200HK! That's freaking awesome! I love HK. I came back today, so I'll go back to school on Monday, by of which time I must find out what's in my timetable... but that's beside the point. KH2:FM+!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Hybrid]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6017757889329849254-7437244016748344613?l=nightdaymorning.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6017757889329849254/posts/default/7437244016748344613'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6017757889329849254/posts/default/7437244016748344613'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nightdaymorning.blogspot.com/2009/01/ddddddddddddddddd.html' title='=DDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDD'/><author><name>[Hybrid]</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tbEWDKVgW2Q/SYKPBlvaYaI/AAAAAAAAAAs/fs3IjKbrCQE/s72-c/IMG_0088.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6017757889329849254.post-5854725824070105454</id><published>2009-01-19T00:55:00.005+11:00</published><updated>2009-01-19T02:26:15.503+11:00</updated><title type='text'>bleh</title><content type='html'>A bleak two weeks it has been. By bleak, I mean deathly. So, I leave the country on the 14th, and as such miss out on lots of shit that happened in the last week, as far as I could tell. Then, I end up stuck in a city-ish town of about 50-100k people. Excellent, stay inside next to the stove playing MKDS all day. ==" Then the hell of holes, oh my god. You cannot imagine the agony of living in such a hole for two whole weeks. Like no exaggeration. Imagine living with this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tbEWDKVgW2Q/SXNBJLAg--I/AAAAAAAAAAU/-AXesz4v5Q4/s1600-h/IMG_0020.JPG"&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/_tbEWDKVgW2Q/SXNBJLAg--I/AAAAAAAAAAU/-AXesz4v5Q4/s320/IMG_0020.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5292645612920044514" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tbEWDKVgW2Q/SXNCECq08KI/AAAAAAAAAAc/jnV0BZ4BiBs/s1600-h/IMG_0052.JPG"&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/_tbEWDKVgW2Q/SXNCECq08KI/AAAAAAAAAAc/jnV0BZ4BiBs/s320/IMG_0052.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5292646624293875874" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am literally attempting to escape the hellhole at every waking minute. Rather, I was attempting, cause I wouldn't really be writing this if I was there. The windows are lopsided, the place is beat and run-down, half the houses are empty, and to cap it off, temperatures are -17!&lt;br /&gt;So, with my excellent luck so far, I went off after living for a bit over two weeks there. Not happy tbh. The thing is, I am going to one of the only cities in Europe which are incapable of producing gas alternatives, minding the fact that Bulgaria is 90-100% dependant on Russia for gas, idiots. So, -17 and no gas. GREAT! So in like the 3 days it takes for this whole place to adjust to other sources of heat, I shiver my ass off. =[ Russian and Ukrainian bastards, shut off gas in the 'coldest winter in 10 years'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As a consolation of sorts, for staying in that hole playing MKDS all day, I reached Myth C overall, #13 AND got 2 WRs. Will upload the vid once I improve one of them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On an off note, this country is fucked up. The manners of the people is atrocious, and they complain that they don't get paid well enough when the whole country practically takes a 2 hour work break at 12 or something, so you can't do jack during that time except stay home on the computer. =/&lt;br /&gt;Even worse, cause I didn't exactly grow up there, my grammar is slightly screwed. Apparently I don't have an accent, but my way of speaking is wrong or something. Like, there's this retarded thing where you always have to say 'I never did nothing' instead of 'I never did anything'. Say it wrong, and these bastards will pick you up straight away, correct you, and immediately know that you're not from there. Which is really fucked up for me, cause they ALWAYS know I'm not from there. ==" I get my mum to do the talking most of the time, cause I LOOK Bulgarian, and that's enough for them. xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I bid you all fun for the holidays, albeit the fact that many of you are incapable of it, like me. xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Hybrid]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6017757889329849254-5854725824070105454?l=nightdaymorning.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6017757889329849254/posts/default/5854725824070105454'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6017757889329849254/posts/default/5854725824070105454'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nightdaymorning.blogspot.com/2009/01/bleh.html' title='bleh'/><author><name>[Hybrid]</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tbEWDKVgW2Q/SXNBJLAg--I/AAAAAAAAAAU/-AXesz4v5Q4/s72-c/IMG_0020.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6017757889329849254.post-278983670131815270</id><published>2008-12-06T18:37:00.005+11:00</published><updated>2008-12-06T20:41:21.903+11:00</updated><title type='text'>Japs</title><content type='html'>were very awesome. Though, the assembly was fkn retarded, as we stood around wondering who to introduce ourselves as. Rather, BEN stood around doing that. He was considering saying, "Watashi wa kami sama desu." For Jap nubs, he's saying 'I am the almighty God.' Damn Ben. He kept swearing at the Japs too, not to mention other people. They were all super quiet, and I think that they were secretly having some conspiracy where they all knew what we were saying, but didn't say anything. =="&lt;br /&gt;Quote Zac 'My Jap buddy could take your Jap buddy in a fight anyday.' He was saying that to me as we left the gym, and then I decided to take a look at this random business card my buddy gave me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tbEWDKVgW2Q/STovUhwYGBI/AAAAAAAAAAM/qz3A4455Dp0/s1600-h/Picture+18.jpg"&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/_tbEWDKVgW2Q/STovUhwYGBI/AAAAAAAAAAM/qz3A4455Dp0/s320/Picture+18.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5276581943123122194" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, he is in the BASKETBALL club. What a beast. Later, Zac got a basketball and gave it to my buddy to do tricks and stuff, and he was pretty good, I must say. Then, I asked him how often a week he practiced. Now, Zac and Justin, on a basketball team, have one training session and one game every week. My Jap buddy on the other hand... He practices, not one, two, three, or four, but FIVE times a week. Like o.o Is it just me, or is he excessively tank? Clearly, my buddy was capable of dunking, even better than Justin, while Zac still can't. Therefore, my Jap buddy = win. OMG WHEN WE WERE IN THE TLC, WE WERE SAYING SOMETHING ABOUT OURSELVES, THERE WAS ONE GUY WHO LIKED KINGDOM HEARTS!!!!!!!!! What a beast, too bad I didn't get to talk to him =[ He could have played coded already...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In any case, I have found another awesome band. Well, not really. I already listened to them before, but after getting their new album... Win. Rise Against.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/aYodLm2wLsE&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/aYodLm2wLsE&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow, it's Andrew's birthday party. Ben is bringing his 360, and andrew already has one, and we're going to have 8 controllers, so we can can play EIGHT PLAYER LAN! =D Karan is bringing GHIII and two Guitars. We're also going to have Andrew's PS3, as well as a bunch of FPS games. It's going to be ownage. I would have brought my Wii so we could have full 360-PS3-Wii ownage, but not enough TVs =[ I'm hopefully getting GHIII for Christmas, but early, cause I'm going Bulgaria next week. =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I must now do other stuffs, which are better than whatever I've done before! Less evil at least, haha =]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Hybrid]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6017757889329849254-278983670131815270?l=nightdaymorning.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6017757889329849254/posts/default/278983670131815270'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6017757889329849254/posts/default/278983670131815270'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nightdaymorning.blogspot.com/2008/12/japs.html' title='Japs'/><author><name>[Hybrid]</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tbEWDKVgW2Q/STovUhwYGBI/AAAAAAAAAAM/qz3A4455Dp0/s72-c/Picture+18.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6017757889329849254.post-7702096915963748945</id><published>2008-11-29T21:43:00.007+11:00</published><updated>2009-06-08T19:37:14.816+10:00</updated><title type='text'>I am now attempting to</title><content type='html'>get arthritis as early as possible. It's actually quite fun. Mario Kart + Guitar Hero = Win&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before I begin (I just love saying that), I'll rant on a bit about gaming, cause that's just me. First off, right after the previous post, I actually DID happen to get a WR, bu then it got taken back about 5 days later. I'm gonna take it back ASAP, but it feels just great knowing that you are the best in the world at something, that NO-ONE can beat you. =D But then, four days ago, I got pissed cause I got 0'001 off another WR. That's fkn bullshit. 21'260&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;21'259 &gt;____&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Monday, a chain of co-incidences occurred. I was counting my money, for no apparent reason, in the car, and found out that I had $45 left after Spring Fair, and I started with $60. $15 isn't TOO bad I guess... but anyway, as soon as I finished, on the radio, I heard an ad for EB Games, how they were having a sale that starts today, and how all Guitar Hero III and Guitar Hero: On Tour were half price, reduced to $74.95 and $44.95 respectively. How convenient! That afternoon I went to EB and got myself Guitar Hero: On Tour, which is great fun and has some awesome rock songs on it too. My order of music is Rock&gt;Metal&gt;Techno Remixes&gt;everything else. Rock just pwns. What I Want by Daughtry is a fucking awesome song.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I failed all my tests, except one. Here are my scores, as a reward for finding this place. =D&lt;br /&gt;Maths: 68/94  FAIL&lt;br /&gt;Geo: 48/50 EPIC WIN&lt;br /&gt;History: 24/35 FAIL&lt;br /&gt;Science: 62.5/80 FAIL&lt;br /&gt;Failing sucks so hard. At least I got 81 on my report for maths, that's at least third class next year. =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OMFG DEBATE. I must say, it was soooooooo hard to resist the urge to laugh when I started going 'Good morning'. God that was the best, now I know what it feels like to be Deva and go for teh epic 4 minute rebuttal. xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OMG I JUST FOUND THIS SONG THAT IS LIKE CRACK.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/j6woSGy3NAc&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/j6woSGy3NAc&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll go do some stuffs nao, idk what. =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Hybrid]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6017757889329849254-7702096915963748945?l=nightdaymorning.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6017757889329849254/posts/default/7702096915963748945'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6017757889329849254/posts/default/7702096915963748945'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nightdaymorning.blogspot.com/2008/11/i-am-now-attempting-to.html' title='I am now attempting to'/><author><name>[Hybrid]</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6017757889329849254.post-862281131113146245</id><published>2008-11-20T20:49:00.002+11:00</published><updated>2008-11-20T21:45:04.966+11:00</updated><title type='text'>Hmmmm...</title><content type='html'>Well, it's been fairly hectic these past few weeks, so I don't post, although no-one reads this place anyway. Damn exams, I practically failed all of them, except for Geo, I think I went alright in that. No marks back until next week! T_____T Oh well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hummmm, I'll fill some space with some memorable quotes.&lt;br /&gt;Ivy: What colour is the bus seat?&lt;br /&gt;Lenny: Grey?&lt;br /&gt;Ivy: WRONG! It's opaque!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lolwut. The next day, she sent me a text in the middle of history telling me she knew now what 'opak' was. I got pissed at her for that and punched her a few times on Wednesday, and I think she's pissed at me nao. lolz&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zac: I wrote in the test that 'the best form of investment is to hide your money under your bed'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lolz&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zac: OH SIR! Have you marked our tests yet?&lt;br /&gt;Mr Cigana: Yeah, you failed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pwnt =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meg: OK, I want you guys to run in a circle, but don't cut any corners.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm very bored right now.&lt;br /&gt;I will elaborate more in a further post, after I am finished getting a WR hopefully.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Hybrid]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6017757889329849254-862281131113146245?l=nightdaymorning.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6017757889329849254/posts/default/862281131113146245'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6017757889329849254/posts/default/862281131113146245'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nightdaymorning.blogspot.com/2008/11/hmmmm.html' title='Hmmmm...'/><author><name>[Hybrid]</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6017757889329849254.post-7084232932604510032</id><published>2008-11-02T07:55:00.002+11:00</published><updated>2008-11-02T08:20:37.754+11:00</updated><title type='text'>I hate periods of spastic assignments</title><content type='html'>Seriously. Why must there be a spastic onslaught of gay assignments along with yearlies, PLUS debating which is essentially the English yearly. ==" Only consolation may be that we might win debating, but that chance is slim, considering we lose Deva at one point. =[ My DS is 'missing' according to my mum, which is just her denying that she confiscated. I hate it when she does that. &gt;____&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really can't post on this too much until after the yearlies, so my next post'll probably be then, albeit the fact that practically no-one comes here. I'm replaying Kingdom Hearts for now. That is like the sexiest game evar. Literally. If you haven't played it, go get yourself a PS2 if you haven't got one, and buy KH, then get yourself a Game Boy Advance or DS if you haven't got one, then buy KH: Chain of Memories, then go buy KH2. Then finish them all in that order. It's absolute sex. &lt;33333333333333&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel good these days, but bad also... It's a hard feeling to explain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Hybrid]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6017757889329849254-7084232932604510032?l=nightdaymorning.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6017757889329849254/posts/default/7084232932604510032'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6017757889329849254/posts/default/7084232932604510032'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nightdaymorning.blogspot.com/2008/11/i-hate-periods-of-spastic-assignments.html' title='I hate periods of spastic assignments'/><author><name>[Hybrid]</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6017757889329849254.post-3516645213309652611</id><published>2008-10-24T20:38:00.010+11:00</published><updated>2009-06-08T19:34:49.854+10:00</updated><title type='text'>xD</title><content type='html'>To start off, debating so lolololololol. The first debate between Jonny and Deva's teams was the shits, as summarised by Niro. Our second debate, which our team one, was also good. Today's debate was also pure lol, for a number of reasons. First, the speakers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aff was Peter Shin, Hugh, Roger and Amol, and Neg was Arkash, Niro, Kausthub, Jason Sze and and Andrew Tsui. We can tell who won obviously, but the the course of the debate was hilarious. To begin with, Peter's one minute speech was pure fail, as improvised on the spot (I think) and it was supposed to be the teams longest speech. The beginning of each of the affirmative team's speeches started off with a dodgy Kaustub side note, which was pretty good. and it was supposed to be the teams longest speech. xDDDDDDDDDDD He finished, then Arkash came up, starting off with, 'Since the affirmative team has failed to define the topic, I will do so.' OMG LOLOLOL PWNED. It was so funny. Then Hugh came up and did his thing, while admittedly, not as good as Roger would be, or as I can remember. Niro came up and raped their case, then along came Roger. OMG LOL! His entire speech, was, literally, 100% comprised of rebuttles written in the period. He also mentioned something about, 'Also, anything the first speaker has said should be neglected, due to his inability to purchase a TV.' LOL WTF!?!?!? Anyway, then Kausthub got up. Everyone was giving Kausthub 'bullying treatment' as Vincent would have defined it. And by everyone, it means James and stuff. xD The negative won, obviously. Then we picked our team for the class thing, but it has a minor flaw. DEVA IS GOING TO BE IN HK HALF OF THE TIME, NO FAIR!!!!!!!!!!!!!!11111111 T____________T That aside, it consists of Deva, Durga, and myself as speakers, and Niro as 4th speaker. If we're lucky, we might actually win. Arkash is gonna fill in for Deva while he's gone, so good for him. =] First debate is vs Mathews class, we'll see how it goes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, here are some dodgy random vids me and Daniel have uploaded in the past days. This first one is from Daniel. You're meant to look in teh background. xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/uAI2vgaHkVI&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/uAI2vgaHkVI&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This second one from me is our very, very, very random music vid for Mr Wong from last year, which I edited using movie maker for 5 mins to make a little better, albeit not making it any less dodgy. I cracked up so much when I watched in the first place. =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/OZtcG4ybz9k&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/OZtcG4ybz9k&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Hybrid]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6017757889329849254-3516645213309652611?l=nightdaymorning.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6017757889329849254/posts/default/3516645213309652611'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6017757889329849254/posts/default/3516645213309652611'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nightdaymorning.blogspot.com/2008/10/xd.html' title='xD'/><author><name>[Hybrid]</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6017757889329849254.post-711383562116179721</id><published>2008-10-21T20:16:00.003+11:00</published><updated>2008-10-21T20:59:21.564+11:00</updated><title type='text'>In a moderately happy mood ^^</title><content type='html'>I'm feeling pretty good about today, but the prospect of the next week is crap, considering the shitload of work to do. We won our debate today, which was pretty... O M G. I really didn't expect to win, but the other team's loss for having Gabi away. Quote Niro 'You can FEEL the verbal rape.'&lt;br /&gt;I want to play some MKDS, but can't, although I did get the first Sky Garden God lap in Dry Bomber in the world on the weekend. Yays. I'll do some more rape, both verbal and mario-kartal. asd&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OMG DARKRAI EVENT MUST GOOOOOO!!!! Yay a Darkrai event for us. Time to stock up on those thingies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stepmania vid cause I'm bored, and it's preeeeeeeeetty epic. NOT me btw.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/rMRl-sWxNXg&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/rMRl-sWxNXg&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Hybrid]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6017757889329849254-711383562116179721?l=nightdaymorning.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6017757889329849254/posts/default/711383562116179721'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6017757889329849254/posts/default/711383562116179721'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nightdaymorning.blogspot.com/2008/10/in-moderately-happy-mood.html' title='In a moderately happy mood ^^'/><author><name>[Hybrid]</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6017757889329849254.post-7110358005875104979</id><published>2008-10-15T21:46:00.005+11:00</published><updated>2008-10-16T20:10:48.852+11:00</updated><title type='text'>Pokemon Song ----&gt; Mario Kart =DDDD</title><content type='html'>I wanna be the very best,&lt;br /&gt;Like TB1 always was!&lt;br /&gt;To beat him is my real test,&lt;br /&gt;To own him is my cause!&lt;br /&gt;I will travel across the tracks,&lt;br /&gt;Searching, far and wide,&lt;br /&gt;This PRB, to understand,&lt;br /&gt;the power that's inside!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MKDS!&lt;br /&gt;Gotta catch 'em all, TB1 and me!&lt;br /&gt;I know it's my destiny!&lt;br /&gt;MKDS!&lt;br /&gt;Ohhh, you're my best friend,&lt;br /&gt;in my Wi-Fi friends list!&lt;br /&gt;MKDS!&lt;br /&gt;Gotta catch 'em all, our times so true!&lt;br /&gt;Our restarting will pull us through!&lt;br /&gt;You beat me and I'll beat you,&lt;br /&gt;MKDS!&lt;br /&gt;Gotta catch 'em all, gotta catch 'em all, yeah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every standard along the way, with courage, I will beat!&lt;br /&gt;I will race every day, to claim my rightful place!&lt;br /&gt;Come with me, the time is right,&lt;br /&gt;There's no better clan!&lt;br /&gt;On and on, we'll win the wars,&lt;br /&gt;It's always been our dream!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MKDS!&lt;br /&gt;Gotta catch 'em all, TB1 and me!&lt;br /&gt;I know it's my destiny!&lt;br /&gt;MKDS!&lt;br /&gt;Ohhh, you're my best friend,&lt;br /&gt;in my Wi-Fi friends list!&lt;br /&gt;MKDS!&lt;br /&gt;Gotta catch 'em all, our times so true!&lt;br /&gt;Our restarting will pull us through!&lt;br /&gt;You beat me and I'll beat you,&lt;br /&gt;MKDS!&lt;br /&gt;Gotta catch 'em all, gotta catch 'em all, gotta catch 'em all...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gotta catch 'em all!&lt;br /&gt;Gotta catch 'em all!&lt;br /&gt;Yeah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MKDS!&lt;br /&gt;Gotta catch 'em all, TB1 and me!&lt;br /&gt;I know it's my destiny!&lt;br /&gt;MKDS!&lt;br /&gt;Ohhh, you're my best friend,&lt;br /&gt;in my Wi-Fi friends list!&lt;br /&gt;MKDS!&lt;br /&gt;Gotta catch 'em all, our times so true!&lt;br /&gt;Our restarting will pull us through!&lt;br /&gt;You beat me and I'll beat you,&lt;br /&gt;MKDS!&lt;br /&gt;Gotta catch 'em all, gotta catch 'em all, MKDS!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Hybrid]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6017757889329849254-7110358005875104979?l=nightdaymorning.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6017757889329849254/posts/default/7110358005875104979'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6017757889329849254/posts/default/7110358005875104979'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nightdaymorning.blogspot.com/2008/10/pokemon-song-mario-kart-dddd.html' title='Pokemon Song ----&gt; Mario Kart =DDDD'/><author><name>[Hybrid]</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6017757889329849254.post-8520887508288386684</id><published>2008-10-12T21:18:00.002+11:00</published><updated>2008-10-12T22:10:03.731+11:00</updated><title type='text'>Screwed thrice over</title><content type='html'>I am dead. Like totally. I have this HUGE book of history, not to mention some English poetry shit, neither of which I have started. And they're due this week. ==" Not to mention all that IST I haven't done. o.o&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, my holidays have been wasted awayin random places, namely a deserted island called Humpy Island. On the way, we slept in Byron Bay. What a happy place, so alive and full of music. The next day, we went to Dreamworld. =D The Giant Drop goes faster than Gravity, I swear. Then we slept in some hobo place, then in the coastal town that would take us to the island. I never knew that Rockhampton wasn't a coastal town. Then, we went and lived like hobos on that damn island. Ugh. On this island, I started to hate 'Mr. Jones and Co.'. Damn them. In the last week of school, I bumped into that bitch and he pushed me all around him, despite the fact I said sorry. Stuck up bastard, just fuck off from the rest of the school. Why don't you go and just teach at that hobo Northmead place where you used to teach or some shit like that? Anyways, on the first night on the island, it's like dark dark dark, and I'm trying to find my way to the tent, then I suddenly hear this voice, 'You alright mate?' and I turn round and there's this guy there who's like frkn deathglaring me and I'm like, whoa, what did I do? Then I look round and find that it's his eating kind of area, and I make up on the spot, 'Um, yeah, I'm just passing through.' Then the guy gets even more fkn pissed and goes, 'Well why don't you just walk around next time, huh?' And I'm just like, 'OK, OK,' (oh yeah, not an entirely deserted island, but it was for about half the time we were there) So I just go off fuming about the jackass, who doesn't realise that it's fkn dark, not to mention that there was next to no passage to my tent without going throught someones 'place'. The very next day, I discover that the fkn jackass 'Cameron' happens to be, of all things, a teacher. Co-incidence? I think not. Damn those obnoxious, stuck-up retards of teachers, whom I dub, 'Mr Jones and Co.'. Not to mention my dad. That same day, he said to me, while I was reading a book, which was like one of the only things to do there, 'Lenny, move you and your book over here.' And I'm like, Okaaaaaaaayy... And move my chair and book to where he said and keep reading. About 10 mins later, I hear him calling, 'LENNY, LENNY, WHAT ARE YOU DOING?!?!' in Bulgarian, and I look up. There are a few people settling in to camp around me, and my dad comes running and talks to them. Then after a while, he comes to me and says, 'Lenny, what the fuck were you doing? I thought you were keeping this spot for us?!?!' And he stalks off, muttering under his breath, 'Useless boy'. I'll show &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;you &lt;/span&gt;useless for not even telling me why I was there, and not knowing what to do. &gt;_&gt;. After that though, it was booooorrringg. I nearly died of it, just sitting on a chair, literally, doing nothing. Ugh. then we got to go back. Joy. On the way back, we stayed in Moree, where there were HOT SPRINGS!!!!!111 OMG, it was ownage, although 39 degrees was a little hot after a while. But after we left, I was left smelling like an infusion of salt and sulfur, considering I'd been in the sea a lot, and the springs required you to have a sulfur shower before going in. Ugh. So when I got back today, it was most welcoming to have a nice hot shower after 2 weeks without onw. And I thought Duke of Ed was bad. If it warranted an hour-long shower as some people said, then 2 weeks needs a 3 1/2 hour shower!?!?!? &gt;_&gt; On the upside, my M3 was waiting for me at home, so now I can get games and stuffs. But I'm screwed. Tomorrow is gonna be hardcore history, then Tuesday Wednesday Thursday is English crap, then the weekend is gonna be hardcore IST. No time to play my DS. T_T I need to go to bed now to get up early tomorrow. I've been getting up at like 5 lately anyway cause there's nothing to do on the frkn island except snorkel, swim, and sleep. The food was shithouse. =|&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Hybrid]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6017757889329849254-8520887508288386684?l=nightdaymorning.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6017757889329849254/posts/default/8520887508288386684'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6017757889329849254/posts/default/8520887508288386684'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nightdaymorning.blogspot.com/2008/10/screwed-thrice-over.html' title='Screwed thrice over'/><author><name>[Hybrid]</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6017757889329849254.post-8794127341682772175</id><published>2008-09-25T20:28:00.002+10:00</published><updated>2008-09-25T21:46:29.559+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Aiiii</title><content type='html'>I'm going to Queensland tomorrow, so no school for meee! Unfortunately, there are always downsides, but an upside is I can say fuck you to the PD assignment! A downside though is that I have this humongous book of history stuffs to do, and I'm totally fucked for it, not to mention that damned English poetry shit. I get back on the Saturday before school ends, and I'M SLEEPING IN FUCKING TENTS THE WHOLE TIME! As if Duke of Ed wasn't enough. Oh well. But... NO POWER LAHHHHHH! That means no comp, no mario kart, no music no nothing! D= It sucks. Meh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today me and Liang presented 'our' IST flash presentation. It was pretty epic imo, with all the stuff 'we' did. Speaking of Liang, he ActionScripted the non calc. This was the variable that he used:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;percent==96&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fucking real life hacker. =]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YAY I JUST REACHED MYTH E! I'm the 25th person to do so. Yay for me. I better get POQ or POM...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have to go pack for this Queensland trip, my dad is being a fkn dickhead about it. &gt;___________&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Hybrid]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6017757889329849254-8794127341682772175?l=nightdaymorning.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6017757889329849254/posts/default/8794127341682772175'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6017757889329849254/posts/default/8794127341682772175'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nightdaymorning.blogspot.com/2008/09/aiiii.html' title='Aiiii'/><author><name>[Hybrid]</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6017757889329849254.post-7251442335431285754</id><published>2008-09-20T13:25:00.002+10:00</published><updated>2008-10-12T22:11:38.479+11:00</updated><title type='text'>I fail at maths and science</title><content type='html'>Title says it all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OMG I'M NUMBER 27 IN THE WORLD AT MKDS NOW!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yay. Hmmm... There is something I wanted to write about, but I'll edit this post later when I finish what I'm doing. Which happens to not be mario kart. =] LOL I can't remember anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Hybrid]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6017757889329849254-7251442335431285754?l=nightdaymorning.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6017757889329849254/posts/default/7251442335431285754'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6017757889329849254/posts/default/7251442335431285754'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nightdaymorning.blogspot.com/2008/09/i-fail-at-maths-and-science.html' title='I fail at maths and science'/><author><name>[Hybrid]</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6017757889329849254.post-4762574938267711581</id><published>2008-09-15T20:51:00.002+10:00</published><updated>2008-09-15T20:56:59.084+10:00</updated><title type='text'>asd</title><content type='html'>O&lt;br /&gt;M&lt;br /&gt;G&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!&lt;br /&gt;Man, on Friday, we have a Maths non-calculator test.&lt;br /&gt;Wait a minute, I forgot about that retarded science test we have as well.&lt;br /&gt;OMG OMG OMG WTF WTF WTF WE HAVE A FKN PD ASSIGNMENT DUE ON FRIDAY!?!?!?!?!??! *explodes*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With mah epic skillz, I'm #29 nao. I'm gonna go for top 20 kthxbai. =]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lol paranoid much?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Hybrid]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6017757889329849254-4762574938267711581?l=nightdaymorning.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6017757889329849254/posts/default/4762574938267711581'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6017757889329849254/posts/default/4762574938267711581'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nightdaymorning.blogspot.com/2008/09/asd.html' title='asd'/><author><name>[Hybrid]</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6017757889329849254.post-9006730805718081236</id><published>2008-09-12T18:06:00.002+10:00</published><updated>2008-09-12T18:21:43.617+10:00</updated><title type='text'>^^</title><content type='html'>I'm in an ok mood right now, and I have nothing to do, so I may as well do something here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know! I'll make a list of dodgy quotes from camp!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Zac lifts large piece of firewood*&lt;br /&gt;Zac: RAWR!! I AM A MAN NOW!!!!&lt;br /&gt;Kennedy: Should I put that you have achieved manhood on your booklet?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nigel: Translate this for me for 10 points...&lt;br /&gt;CHINGCHONGWANGTSANGWAAAAAAAAAA!!!!! (I can't remember what he said exactly tbh, but close enough)&lt;br /&gt;Daniel: I BOUGHT A DIMSIM FOR $5!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Talking in tents*&lt;br /&gt;Then randomly we hear...&lt;br /&gt;Andrew T: ...castrate him and put the castrated bits in his mouth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;During teh hike...&lt;br /&gt;Nigel sings:&lt;br /&gt;To the left, to the left!&lt;br /&gt;Zac: He's giving us a clue! Come on everybody, we have to go left now!&lt;br /&gt;Nigel sings:&lt;br /&gt;To the right, to the right!&lt;br /&gt;Zac: Oh noes, I'm confused now!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There were more for sure, but that's all I can think of right now. =[&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We NEARLY got lost, but thanks to the awesomeness of Nigel, we didn't. =D We got some damn dodgy navigators in our group *looks at self and number of other people* but we were ok.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our dinner obviously pwned EVERYONE elses. By a long shot. No, seriously. We somehow got the epic idea of bringing Mi goreng. 6 of them. That was the nicest shit EVAR. Man, I want to eat it again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I must go now, I get this baaaad feeling my mum is raiding my bag. &gt;&lt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Hybrid]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6017757889329849254-9006730805718081236?l=nightdaymorning.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6017757889329849254/posts/default/9006730805718081236'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6017757889329849254/posts/default/9006730805718081236'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nightdaymorning.blogspot.com/2008/09/blog-post.html' title='^^'/><author><name>[Hybrid]</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6017757889329849254.post-8005313036584060838</id><published>2008-09-08T18:46:00.007+10:00</published><updated>2009-06-08T19:11:33.129+10:00</updated><title type='text'>As sam ismoren, i niamam nishto da priava</title><content type='html'>Today's Duke of Ed meeting was dooodddgy. Like lolololol. We're going to be walking with Liang's group, what fun. LMAO WE HAVE TO CROSS THE RIVER AND THERE'S NO FKING BRIDGE ON THE MAP!!!!!! xDDDDDDDDDDDD I don't know what we're gonna do about that, we better not have to wade across or something. Fortunately, our path seems to be relatively short and flat compared to other groups. Barring the water part of course. And food dude. lololololol dodgy dodgy dodgy. We estimated $54 in total for everyone's costs, but in the end Justin alone had to get $51 worth lmao. And yes Miss Kennedy, WE SHALL ALL SURVIVE ON NOODLES, HELL YEAH! Daniel is bringing teh Mi Gorengs, so we're all set. I doubt Kennedy even knows what those are.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*refuses to talk about maths*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Saturday I went camping shopping with my dad, cause we're going to Queensland in the hols. Yay. By car. To Rockhampton. Like, ohcrap. Anyways, we got all this random shit, and I randomly saw Liang at K-Mart buying a headtorch for camp. I got first-aid kit as well, so it's alllll good. =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MYYYYYYYY VID IS HEEEEEEEEEEEEEEERRRRRREEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Holy shiz, in one day it got 12 comments PLUS 105 views PLUS #20 Most Discussed in Entertainment in Australia. It won't be #20 for long though. My lap time is ranked third in the world, and my 3lap is ranked second in the world. I'm a fkn tank imo tbh. =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/eZF_5PEV1Uo&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/eZF_5PEV1Uo&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm in a pretty good mood right now, so yay for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Hybrid]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6017757889329849254-8005313036584060838?l=nightdaymorning.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6017757889329849254/posts/default/8005313036584060838'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6017757889329849254/posts/default/8005313036584060838'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nightdaymorning.blogspot.com/2008/09/as-sam-ismoren-i-niamam-nishto-da.html' title='As sam ismoren, i niamam nishto da priava'/><author><name>[Hybrid]</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6017757889329849254.post-4647598869498622626</id><published>2008-09-04T19:26:00.003+10:00</published><updated>2009-06-08T19:10:26.622+10:00</updated><title type='text'>I wonder...</title><content type='html'>SG&lt;br /&gt;nonPRB&lt;br /&gt;3lap&lt;br /&gt;1'08'803&lt;br /&gt;Second in the damn world&lt;br /&gt;First in Australia&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nuff said&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;idc anymore&lt;br /&gt;Mixed emotions&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Hybrid]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6017757889329849254-4647598869498622626?l=nightdaymorning.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6017757889329849254/posts/default/4647598869498622626'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6017757889329849254/posts/default/4647598869498622626'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nightdaymorning.blogspot.com/2008/09/i-wonder.html' title='I wonder...'/><author><name>[Hybrid]</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6017757889329849254.post-2098977508247397495</id><published>2008-08-23T19:53:00.003+10:00</published><updated>2008-08-23T20:15:14.861+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Some crapness that shouldn't have happened tbh</title><content type='html'>Yeah, crap stuff that shouldn't have happened tbh has happened this week. Well, not for me at least. It was kinda good for me, cause it's kinda what I wanted to happen, except maybe on a smaller scale. Oh well, the large scale is probably better anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been feeling weak and sick since Thursday, and also unnaturally cold. It doesn't feel very good, cause it hurts to walk. I went to bed at 8:30 last night, and I got up at 7am this morning. Naturally. o_O So to get up at 6 wihout feeling tired, I need to go to bed at 7:30. Hell if I'm doing that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;RR sux bigtime. Kinda. Depends. It simply sux in general. Except my ownage lap times there, which are very ownage. =]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Sitting in a corner all alone,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Staring from the bottom of his soul,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Watching the night come in from the window, window. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So booooooored these days, especially weekends. I got nothing to do except play Mario Kart. Ugh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;She should not lock the open door&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Runaway, runaway, runaway!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Full moon is on the sky and he's not a man anymore!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Sees the change in him but can't,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Runaway, runaway, runaway!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;See what became out of her man!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to sleep soon. =/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Hybrid]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6017757889329849254-2098977508247397495?l=nightdaymorning.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6017757889329849254/posts/default/2098977508247397495'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6017757889329849254/posts/default/2098977508247397495'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nightdaymorning.blogspot.com/2008/08/some-crapness-that-shouldnt-have.html' title='Some crapness that shouldn&apos;t have happened tbh'/><author><name>[Hybrid]</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6017757889329849254.post-8926990828694428019</id><published>2008-08-19T21:03:00.004+10:00</published><updated>2009-06-08T19:08:58.899+10:00</updated><title type='text'>DDR/Stepmania/FFR/PSPR ftw</title><content type='html'>I am getting into DDR-ish games now. I don't play DDR, but maybe I should try it. I'm getting better at Stepmania/FFR and PSP Revolution. OMG FIGHTING IS SO DAMN FUNKY TO DO ON PSP! =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rock-ish songs ftw. Random thing =  If you're one of those people who spells English 'Engrish', then just go to &lt;a href="http://www.engrish.com/"&gt;www.engrish.com&lt;/a&gt; to amuse yourself. YAY MATHS IS IN WEEK 7 NAO! FTW!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Hybrid]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6017757889329849254-8926990828694428019?l=nightdaymorning.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6017757889329849254/posts/default/8926990828694428019'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6017757889329849254/posts/default/8926990828694428019'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nightdaymorning.blogspot.com/2008/08/ddrstepmaniaffrpspr-ftw.html' title='DDR/Stepmania/FFR/PSPR ftw'/><author><name>[Hybrid]</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6017757889329849254.post-2116540087706835929</id><published>2008-08-17T21:58:00.006+10:00</published><updated>2009-06-08T19:07:54.803+10:00</updated><title type='text'>[Insert title here]</title><content type='html'>I have work to do. Like history. I'll do that later. I should stop procrastinating now and actually do something. =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YAY I GOT EPIC TIMES RECENTLY! Sub 26 on LC2, sub 1'20 on LC2, sub 1'16 on F8C, sub 39 on RMC1. EPIC SHIZ!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Weekends are pretty damn boring. There's nothing to do except play Mario Kart. Even I get bored of that sometimes, as amazing as it sounds. Then my thoughts take over, which sucks majorly cause my thoughts suck majorly cause I suck majorly. LOL TORTEOLOGY MUCH. Is that even how you spell it? I get so pissed when a certain something happens, but I get over it so easily. People should let things go more easily, depending on what it is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Anima libera, ti senti candida, lassù nel cielo volerai.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Anima libera, sempre mi illumina, nel buio dei pensieri miei.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Italian rocks &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm uploading 4 vids to YouTube today, and another 4 tomorrow. I will post them here. Maybe. Oh I forgot, I playe TB1 the other day. I got my ass handed to me pretty hard. 2-6 my way. God he's a freaking tank. Double hop PRB ftw. MC1 3lap PRB ftw.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My finger is dying. Like seriously. I have 2 callus' now, one on my right index finger, and one on my right middle finger. Strangely enough, my left thumb is in immaculate condition. They are painful sometimes too. I got to stop playing so much. Maybe. Now I must sub 33 on Shroom Ridge. Or else. But not tonight. I am tired. I must go to bed. Goodnight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Hybrid]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6017757889329849254-2116540087706835929?l=nightdaymorning.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6017757889329849254/posts/default/2116540087706835929'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6017757889329849254/posts/default/2116540087706835929'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nightdaymorning.blogspot.com/2008/08/insert-title-here.html' title='[Insert title here]'/><author><name>[Hybrid]</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6017757889329849254.post-645490158572576114</id><published>2008-08-14T21:11:00.003+10:00</published><updated>2009-06-08T19:06:19.027+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Anima Libera ftw</title><content type='html'>Anima Libera has to be like, THE best Italian song on the planet. It's so damn funky.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/SMqDQIlYwzw&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/SMqDQIlYwzw&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's Kingdom Hearts. =O Like tied first with Mario Kart for the best game that ever existed. &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;YAY I SUBBED 26 ON LC2 TODAY! TOP 20, HECK YES! 25'993, hell yeah. The other day I beat one of TB1's times, except it was Rainbow Road, so it kinda doesn't count. Now the only person in the whole damn WORLD that I'm not better at in something on Mario Kart is the guy who has all the Australian records. &gt;&lt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm selling Wii Remote candy dispensers for $3, if you're reading this. Buy one if you want. Daniel sells refills along with what comes with it already.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just got some shit as 3lap for LC2 as well, gonna smash it. Am bored. Need to do geo homework. Someone who blocked me is online. Life is gonna kill me sooner than I know it damn it....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Hybrid]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6017757889329849254-645490158572576114?l=nightdaymorning.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6017757889329849254/posts/default/645490158572576114'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6017757889329849254/posts/default/645490158572576114'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nightdaymorning.blogspot.com/2008/08/anima-libera-ftw.html' title='Anima Libera ftw'/><author><name>[Hybrid]</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6017757889329849254.post-6399407365247506406</id><published>2008-08-12T18:13:00.004+10:00</published><updated>2009-06-08T19:05:08.622+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Life is bleak</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I feel rather bored. The DS is missing, so I can't sub 39 on MC1. I am suffering insane hunger and thirst (I think not having any hunger in me a few weeks ago is really getting to me). All I can do is homework. I think I'm gonna do my homework for once. D=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The last page of the English comp was a little ehhhhhh. I couldn't understand a frkn word of what was going on, let alone try to answer the damn questions. The language could have been a little dumbed down I'd say. The definition of people who fail are those who think antonyms are synonyms.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have to go to some ummmmm... science homework. Then maths homework. Then later geo homework. OHNO I STILL NEED TO HAND IN IST IMA DEAD! I better do that tomorrow at recess or something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Hybrid]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6017757889329849254-6399407365247506406?l=nightdaymorning.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6017757889329849254/posts/default/6399407365247506406'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6017757889329849254/posts/default/6399407365247506406'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nightdaymorning.blogspot.com/2008/08/life-is-bleak.html' title='Life is bleak'/><author><name>[Hybrid]</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6017757889329849254.post-4469177255031162722</id><published>2008-08-10T17:06:00.007+10:00</published><updated>2009-06-08T19:03:42.086+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Through the Head and the Aches we carry on!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Yes, I have been suffering some kind of headache since Friday. Yes, it is painful. And yes, it pains me to be even writing this now. Fuck, I only got to watch one and a half hours of the Olympics cause of it, it was too painful. Come to think of it, everything I do these days brings me pain. Well not everything, but most things. You know what I mean.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mario Kart Update: I've been playing a bit of MKDS the past few days, and there was one EPIC time worth mentioning. RMC1. 12'650. Egg 1. WTF. The Egg 1 record is 12'644. BS!!!! Oh well, it's the Australian Egg 1 record. =D OMG NOW THERE ARE MKDS OLYMPICS, I'M COMPETING!!!! I'M AN OLYMPIC ATHLETE NOW!!! =D Not really. But there are some random challenges in there, some of my vids are on the side.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am now listening to a wider variety of music, but generally metal and rock. =D New artists I have recently discovered are Sonata Arctica and Rise Against. They're awesome. xD Yellowcard still rocks though. Unfortunately, I only have 1 gig left on my Ipod. Out of 2, lol. Not enough space to put all these awesome songs on. TB1 sent me this song called 'Hold Me Close Tonight'. Some random artist, but it's awesome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Waves may crash but I won't fall,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;With &lt;strong&gt;you&lt;/strong&gt; always in my mind.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who is you? A question every person can ask themselves, and it can be hard to answer sometimes...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fullmoon by Sonata Arctica is also awesome. Three words are...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Runaway, runaway, runaway!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wonder why I like it, aye?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wanna sub 39 on MC1. It's frkn pissing me off, I get these awesome runs then mess up. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm gonna listen to music now to try relieve my headache, but I think my ears popped...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Hybrid]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6017757889329849254-4469177255031162722?l=nightdaymorning.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6017757889329849254/posts/default/4469177255031162722'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6017757889329849254/posts/default/4469177255031162722'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nightdaymorning.blogspot.com/2008/08/through-head-and-aches-we-carry-on.html' title='Through the Head and the Aches we carry on!'/><author><name>[Hybrid]</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6017757889329849254.post-7756080156638633841</id><published>2008-08-08T21:33:00.005+10:00</published><updated>2009-06-08T19:02:38.599+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Olympic fail</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Olympics. Do I really give a crap? No, not really, but I'm going to watch them anyway, for the sake of staying up late. The thing is, the Olympics are like overhyped in our school, what with like at least 50% of people being Chinese. Sure, their favourite Chinese singers and whatnot (ahem*Jay Chou*), but no-one would give a fucking shit if it wasn't for the fact that they're in China. At least you guys come from a country that people have heard of before. ==" Now I have a limited number of minutes to write something here so we'll have to see what I can come up with...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;asd&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HUNGER!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!111111111111111111&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My head hurt today. Everytime I did something, there was this like sudden pain in my head. It got worse in maths, I don't know why, maybe you can guess. Everytime I cough, I get that pain in my head. OMG AT KARATE SENSEI MADE US DO 30 PUSH-UPS, WHICH IS LIKE NOTHING NORMALLY, BUT WTTTTTTTTTF MY HEAD WAS LIKE ON FKING FIRE EVERY TIME I WENT UP AND DOWN!!!!!!!!! GAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OK, Olympics are close, so may as well go watch, as the many other people doing that. Whoa, co-incidence, Zac told me right now that he was going to go watch them. Strange.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Hybrid]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6017757889329849254-7756080156638633841?l=nightdaymorning.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6017757889329849254/posts/default/7756080156638633841'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6017757889329849254/posts/default/7756080156638633841'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nightdaymorning.blogspot.com/2008/08/olympic-fail.html' title='Olympic fail'/><author><name>[Hybrid]</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6017757889329849254.post-414070060625787843</id><published>2008-08-07T19:05:00.005+10:00</published><updated>2008-08-10T17:53:05.193+10:00</updated><title type='text'>wtf, seriously, WTF</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;My god today was gay. I was in a plain bad mood all day, and Daniel even said I swore way too much, not as if I fucking care though. Oops. Unfortunately, the best part of today was scripture. Fortunately, the crappiest part of today was scripture. I have no fkn idea how that works, but here's how it went. I, in blissful ignorance, was going along to scripture as normal. Joe and Mr Watts (My friends dad =O) were telling us all to use the other entrance to the TLC. I went in, and the first thing you see is this music gig set up, with drums and guitars etc etc. I put my bag down and sat down. They played two songs, Beat It (which MJ sang better IMO) by FOB and some random shit song, so that was ok. But all the shit after that was completely bs. The guy went on about some guy called Solomon who was rich and stuff, but then he thought everything he had was pointless, meaningless, temporal. So some crap about God being there to save you from this, to give you meaning in life. I won't go into detail here, but this was utterly insensitive. Why, of all topics, this one, at this particular time? People are suffering you know, much more than you might actually think. God I just went down after this guy talked about this. My mood just went down down down. I was emo for the rest of the day and still am. And god I didn't get home till like 6 cause of freaking service. Ugh. No-one can ever understand what I do unless they're me. Which they're not. Get that into your head if you read this. YOU'RE. NOT. ME.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zac is such a weird little (big actually) boy now. Especially last week after PE.&lt;br /&gt;Me: "Where are you going at lunch Zac?"&lt;br /&gt;Zac: "Ah, maths room."&lt;br /&gt;Me: "Why? We don't have maths today."&lt;br /&gt;Zac: "To ummmm... talk to people. You know, like your friend."&lt;br /&gt;Me: [Obvious bs at this point] Oh really? What stuff is this 'talking' gonna involve?"&lt;br /&gt;Zac: Oh you know, stuff. Unfortunately, it won't involve any hot gay sex."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At this point, Dr. Croyle, a very shady character, decides to enter the scene, and hears what Zac said.&lt;br /&gt;Zac: "I did not say that."&lt;br /&gt;Ben: "Dr. Croyle obviously thinks you're very unique Zac!"&lt;br /&gt;Dr. Croyle: [Dodgy look] Yes...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dr Croyle is a very dodgy character, as is Zac.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YOU PEOPLE CANNOT MATCH UP TO THE AWESOMENESS OF MY CHEESEBURGER RUN, IT'S UNMATCHABLE IN AWESOMENESS! Check the video bar to see!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm bored. And I want to play Mario Kart. OMG I MET THE GUY WHO INTERVIEWED ME OVER THE NET TODAY, AND GUESS WHERE?!?!?! AT FREAKING CHILDCARE!!!!! Whoa what are the chances of that aye? =O At least I got another God time throughout the week, and it was my first 3lap God. On Mario Circuit 1, 42'157, crap run. I improved my lap time there too. Awesomeness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Hybrid]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6017757889329849254-414070060625787843?l=nightdaymorning.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6017757889329849254/posts/default/414070060625787843'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6017757889329849254/posts/default/414070060625787843'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nightdaymorning.blogspot.com/2008/08/wtf-seriously-wtf.html' title='wtf, seriously, WTF'/><author><name>[Hybrid]</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6017757889329849254.post-6084520742793564387</id><published>2008-08-04T18:09:00.003+10:00</published><updated>2008-09-03T21:37:35.571+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Some people suck</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;OK, first off, I agree with everything Steph said. That person really needs to learn. He did it to her, and he did it to me as well. Secrets are only kept because you're afraid of what other people will say/think/do when they hear it... it may not seem like it, but if you &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;really &lt;/span&gt;think about it, it's true.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OMG I FIXED MY BRO'S DS'S R BUTTON, I ROCK! Some guy on YouTube made a video, and it actually worked. I got another God time yesterday and improved one of my others - RMC1 42'157 and 13'366. Good shit, but bad runs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:noel:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Hybrid]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6017757889329849254-6084520742793564387?l=nightdaymorning.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6017757889329849254/posts/default/6084520742793564387'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6017757889329849254/posts/default/6084520742793564387'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nightdaymorning.blogspot.com/2008/08/some-people-suck.html' title='Some people suck'/><author><name>[Hybrid]</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6017757889329849254.post-7580406969836868451</id><published>2008-08-03T16:53:00.002+10:00</published><updated>2008-08-03T17:18:22.037+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Lacking a DS</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Seriously, this is so stupid. How can both mine AND my bro's R button's break at practically the same time? I hardly play these days as opposed to before anyway. Now I need a new DS, or my rank will suffer. Hopefully not. But I'm #2 Australia for a loooooooooong time anyway, so doesn't matter.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Am bored. IST is being retarded, and I cbb to talk to people unless I feel like it... WOOT, MY SG NONPRB FLAP IS NOW THE FASTEST ON YOUTUBE AFTER TB1'S ACCOUNT GOT DELETED! JOY! (Not as if TB1's account deletion is a good thing or anything..) I got a new phone on Wednesday, omg. If you can actually be bothered reading this, my number is 0406 550 778 - same as before. ^^ I got some random ppl off Daniel, not sure they'd be too happy about me having their numbers, especially one of them. New video from me, happens to be Liang's favourite track, not sure if he'll be too happy about this. Old time anyway.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Access can go die in a fire as far as I'm concerned, and whoever invented it should be shot. I mean not only are databases dodgy enough as it is, but all these extra functioning errors just destroy the purpose of even having a database.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;English, something people are having mixed thoughts about. In my opinion, 1000 words is bullshit, it's IMPOSSIBLE to write a good story in that much. 1500-2000 would have been a better parameter. Our teacher said that the stories that get full marks will be pit against each other, and whoever has the best story (In the 'teacher's' opinion) will be crowned Junior Writer of the Year! Amazing isn't it? This is just another piece of bullshit competitiveness. People may say that there's nothing wrong with a little bit of healthy competition, but this is just blowing it out of perspective. Competition puts pressure to begin with, and it isn't unheard of for competitions to have rows in them. And the most retarded thing about competition, is that it always seems that there's someone better than you. And there will be. There is ALWAYS someone better than you. Unless you're of world record standard,  when no-one is better than you. OMG I AM OF WORLD RECORD STANDARD ON SG NONPRB FLAP! =D Everyone is good at something different, smart in their own way. I myself am good at Mario Kart... but then again, that's the ONLY thing I'm good at.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;WESTPAC! WHOEVER WROTE THAT TEST HAS TO BE FUCKING SHOT, NO MATTER WHAT! THAT HAD TO BE THE MOST BULLSHIT TEST I HAVE EVER DONE! I MEAN, LIANG SAYS HE ALREADY LOST 40 MARKS! LIANG LOSING 40 MARKS IS UNHEARD OF UNTIL NOW! THIS WAS A FREAKING INTERNATIONAL COMPETITION, AND IF LIANG LOST 40, THEN EVERYONE ELSE IN OUR SCHOOL IS GONNA LOSE 80, AND EVERYONE ELSE IS GONNA LOSE LIKE 120! I MEAN WTF!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I haven't exactly been in a good mood lately, and that can be blamed on a small number of individuals, including myself. Oh well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Hybrid]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6017757889329849254-7580406969836868451?l=nightdaymorning.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6017757889329849254/posts/default/7580406969836868451'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6017757889329849254/posts/default/7580406969836868451'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nightdaymorning.blogspot.com/2008/08/lacking-ds.html' title='Lacking a DS'/><author><name>[Hybrid]</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6017757889329849254.post-5788827031272429873</id><published>2008-08-01T17:31:00.008+10:00</published><updated>2009-06-08T18:58:04.788+10:00</updated><title type='text'>IST ftl</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Haven't posted in a while, but then again, who reads this apart from the people I want to read it. My God, that IST assignment has to be the most fucked up thing ever. Why Access, of all programs? That piece of shit can't do shit for shit. At least Forsyth can't tell if you hand it in or not.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;I will never refer to the incidents of the past week ever again unless necessary, and don't try to talk to me about it unless you have a very good reason to.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Isn't it amazing that I haven't played Mario Kart since Sunday? That has to be a new record for non-going away/work related issues. Must play soon though. WAHHHHH, hunger rage. I've been suffering from some kind of hunger ache since like Period 5 and I need to eat, but WTF THERE'S NOTHING IN THE FREAKING HOUSE TO EAT! I hate it when my parents take this literally. I mean, they can be so dense sometimes, it just gets to me. My dad tried to kill me, so I ain't exactly happy. Then again, maybe I should have let him. And why do I get the feeling that half the people I talk to who have been really pissed at me lately, or something similar, are suddenly all nice? It's not as if it'd matter to you if anything happened to me, after all, some of you want me dead.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;OMGSH WTF HAPPENED TO TB1, HE'S GONE ZOMGWTFBBQ!?!?!? I don't know what happened, but it's not a good sign.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;HUNGRY! MUST EAT, then off to karate. ^^&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;[Hybrid] (I left KS now =O)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6017757889329849254-5788827031272429873?l=nightdaymorning.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6017757889329849254/posts/default/5788827031272429873'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6017757889329849254/posts/default/5788827031272429873'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nightdaymorning.blogspot.com/2008/08/ist-ftl.html' title='IST ftl'/><author><name>[KS]Hybrid</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry></feed>
