<?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-6759275691566176845</id><updated>2011-12-03T00:56:28.396+11:00</updated><category term='fml'/><category term='lulzkebabs'/><category term='2009'/><category term='tunes'/><category term='MERRY CHRISTMAS'/><category term='quizzy'/><category term='to do'/><category term='nina really needs a life'/><category term='stuff'/><category term='shopping'/><category term='christmas'/><category term='lyrics'/><category term='lovelovelove'/><category term='buys'/><category term='GRR'/><category term='beautiful'/><category term='daily'/><category term='summer'/><category term='ugh'/><category term='yay'/><category term='study'/><category term='clothes'/><category term='randomnut'/><category term='new year'/><category term='layout'/><category term='procrastination'/><category term='nina really needs to get a move on LOL'/><category term='funn'/><category term='blogskins'/><category term='miscellaneous'/><category term='gay'/><category term='waiting'/><category term='yummy'/><category term='daily life'/><category term='threads'/><category term='birthday'/><category term='xanga'/><category term='everyday'/><category term='random'/><category term='workkk'/><category term='bored'/><category term='etc'/><category term='parrrtaayyye'/><category term='school'/><category term='nina'/><category term='camp'/><category term='lame joke haha'/><category term='cleanering'/><category term='far out'/><category term='bumchums'/><category term='fashionz'/><category term='xmas'/><category term='studystudy'/><category term='far out.'/><category term='photographic memoriez'/><category term='last day'/><category term='holidays'/><category term='out'/><category term='schooool'/><category term='hockey'/><category term='quotes'/><category term='in here'/><category term='sick'/><category term='fun'/><category term='LOLOLOLOL'/><category term='the love of my life LOL'/><title type='text'>something worth waiting for.</title><subtitle type='html'>ahh. pointless ramblings and what not LOL :L</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heartsinahurry.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6759275691566176845/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heartsinahurry.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6759275691566176845/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>nina :)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14919975320460159579</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QqLgvlTdwzg/SyzFHJeHRKI/AAAAAAAAAoU/akFDVQYbS7A/S220/DSCN0512.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>165</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6759275691566176845.post-7441637148382575006</id><published>2010-06-28T23:44:00.003+10:00</published><updated>2010-06-28T23:53:09.323+10:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='in here'/><title type='text'>this space between us keeps getting bigger.</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;LONG TIME NO BLOG.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;old stuff in italics&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I've been waiting so long, praying for something to come along and sweep me off my feet. And I kept thinking I had it, that I'd found it in someone but then they'd go and leave me on my own. And well, every time that happened a part of me shut off, gave up, let go. And when I just about had enough I found you. Now I understand the things they'd all say. That when you find that someone you come alive, and everyday it's as though your heart's on fire. You give me a reason to believe in love. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;We hold onto each other with the tightest of grips, so afraid that time will run out, that as it does we'll soon be completely out of reach from one other. But it's alright, because no matter what that bond will always be there. We'll always have each other. No matter how many miles, no matter how hard it will be to hold on we'll still be.. us. Because cliche or no cliche, friends are forever. For all of time.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;To be truly happy one must accept the circumstances which they live in. You must understand that this is what's been so graciously given to you, things that you could lose in but the blink of an eye. You must accept what you have, what you do not have. And learn to share the things others lack. Like love, hope, words of strength. To be happy one must do everything they can to make sure the people around them are happy aswell. To be happy you must live, and to truly live you must love as much as possible, and be thankful for everything in this world because everything is beautiful and beauty deserves love. And love means happiness, always.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;---------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life is too harsh. We lose the ones who mean the most, yet keep those who only ever give us pain. .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you ever miss someone you know you can never ever have back in your life? It's like, they're so close you can almost touch them, but in reality you know you'll never be able to reach them again. It's crazy, you were once their world and now, you can barely hold a conversation without falling silent. Reminiscing when you would talk for days on end. You used to know so much about them but now, you don't even know who they are at all. You used to be best friends but now, you're nothing but acquaintances. It's crazy, it's not fair. But I guess that's life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's funny how things change. One day you're friends, the next day you're strangers. Time passes and you wonder what you ever did to deserve such a thing. But then, just as you start to lose hope, they're back. Just as you forget how much they meant to you, the good times you've had. And it's like everything's back to normal. Suddenly you're smiling again, suddenly you remember why they were so important, why life was so dull without that person in your life. It's like in the blink of an eye you have your best friend back. And you couldn't be happier.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss how life used to be. Nothing to worry about, no-one to ever put you down. I wanna rewind back to the days when nothing mattered, when life was all fun and games. Nothing hurt, no-one cried. The world is full of hurt, anguish, pain and suffering; and here I am after all this time, hoping, praying, wishing for you.&lt;br /&gt;------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ps. hi best friend :) you're the best, hehe&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6759275691566176845-7441637148382575006?l=heartsinahurry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heartsinahurry.blogspot.com/feeds/7441637148382575006/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6759275691566176845&amp;postID=7441637148382575006' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6759275691566176845/posts/default/7441637148382575006'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6759275691566176845/posts/default/7441637148382575006'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heartsinahurry.blogspot.com/2010/06/this-space-between-us-keeps-getting.html' title='this space between us keeps getting bigger.'/><author><name>nina :)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14919975320460159579</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QqLgvlTdwzg/SyzFHJeHRKI/AAAAAAAAAoU/akFDVQYbS7A/S220/DSCN0512.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6759275691566176845.post-1180912554159740441</id><published>2010-03-12T21:43:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2010-03-12T21:46:23.181+11:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='far out.'/><title type='text'>AND NOW I HAVE AN 8 HOUR SHIFT ON MY BIRTHDAY FFFUUUUUUUU</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QqLgvlTdwzg/S5obXUQanqI/AAAAAAAAAu4/rbe-mnedhrE/s1600-h/FML.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5447696786646539938" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 180px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QqLgvlTdwzg/S5obXUQanqI/AAAAAAAAAu4/rbe-mnedhrE/s320/FML.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6759275691566176845-1180912554159740441?l=heartsinahurry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heartsinahurry.blogspot.com/feeds/1180912554159740441/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6759275691566176845&amp;postID=1180912554159740441' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6759275691566176845/posts/default/1180912554159740441'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6759275691566176845/posts/default/1180912554159740441'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heartsinahurry.blogspot.com/2010/03/and-now-i-have-8-hour-shift-on-my.html' title='AND NOW I HAVE AN 8 HOUR SHIFT ON MY BIRTHDAY FFFUUUUUUUU'/><author><name>nina :)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14919975320460159579</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QqLgvlTdwzg/SyzFHJeHRKI/AAAAAAAAAoU/akFDVQYbS7A/S220/DSCN0512.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QqLgvlTdwzg/S5obXUQanqI/AAAAAAAAAu4/rbe-mnedhrE/s72-c/FML.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6759275691566176845.post-1213173445252500558</id><published>2010-03-12T18:49:00.003+11:00</published><updated>2010-03-12T18:56:25.351+11:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fml'/><title type='text'>fuck my life</title><content type='html'>So this afternoon I..&lt;br /&gt;1. Didn't get a goodbye from you.&lt;br /&gt;2. Dropped my phone at Glenfield station, the screen just stopped working. Full turns on and crap but can't actually see anything on the screen.&lt;br /&gt;3. Spent a good..30 minutes having a complete breakdown crying at the station missing like 4 trains. &lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Not just because of my phone.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Had to walk home because no one was home. When I was nearly home I realised my dress was tucked into the back of my jumper the whole time.&lt;br /&gt;5. Got home and looked into the mirror. My eyes are dry and puffy, and the pimple on my face is getting bigger yay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh joy.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6759275691566176845-1213173445252500558?l=heartsinahurry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heartsinahurry.blogspot.com/feeds/1213173445252500558/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6759275691566176845&amp;postID=1213173445252500558' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6759275691566176845/posts/default/1213173445252500558'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6759275691566176845/posts/default/1213173445252500558'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heartsinahurry.blogspot.com/2010/03/fuck-my-life.html' title='fuck my life'/><author><name>nina :)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14919975320460159579</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QqLgvlTdwzg/SyzFHJeHRKI/AAAAAAAAAoU/akFDVQYbS7A/S220/DSCN0512.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6759275691566176845.post-6285436279900598476</id><published>2010-03-05T22:09:00.003+11:00</published><updated>2010-03-05T22:19:40.515+11:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lovelovelove'/><title type='text'>would go gay for LOL</title><content type='html'>SNSD ! (L)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i28.tinypic.com/wj9att.jpg" /&gt;&lt;img src="http://kimchilicious.files.wordpress.com/2009/07/200907301020081002_1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6759275691566176845-6285436279900598476?l=heartsinahurry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heartsinahurry.blogspot.com/feeds/6285436279900598476/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6759275691566176845&amp;postID=6285436279900598476' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6759275691566176845/posts/default/6285436279900598476'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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into a tumblr lmao</title><content type='html'>Lana Banana says (10:35 PM):&lt;br /&gt;ahaha ok best childhood show of all time? animal shelf!!!!&lt;br /&gt;*on the animal shelf, shelf, on the animal SHELF!&lt;br /&gt;*lol the monkey was cute&lt;br /&gt;*but have to admit pingu's little bro was cuter&lt;br /&gt;nina says (10:35 PM):&lt;br /&gt;*LOL!&lt;br /&gt;*i rmember thattt&lt;br /&gt;*dudee pinga was a girl!&lt;br /&gt;Lana Banana says (10:36 PM):&lt;br /&gt;*WTF&lt;br /&gt;*MY WHOLE LIFE IS A LIEEEEEE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NGAWWW ILY LANA&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6759275691566176845-820556755198690505?l=heartsinahurry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heartsinahurry.blogspot.com/feeds/820556755198690505/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6759275691566176845&amp;postID=820556755198690505' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6759275691566176845/posts/default/820556755198690505'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6759275691566176845/posts/default/820556755198690505'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heartsinahurry.blogspot.com/2010/02/blog-is-turning-into-tumblr-lmao.html' title='blog is turning into a tumblr lmao'/><author><name>nina :)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14919975320460159579</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' 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/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;P&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;P&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;P&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;P&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;P&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;P&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;P&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;P&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;P&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;P&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;P&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;P&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;..................but later. it's too hot tonight D=&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6759275691566176845-172665794158800483?l=heartsinahurry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heartsinahurry.blogspot.com/feeds/172665794158800483/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6759275691566176845&amp;postID=172665794158800483' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6759275691566176845.post-9093810609687104677</id><published>2010-01-11T01:18:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2010-01-11T01:21:08.665+11:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>FUCK.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6759275691566176845-9093810609687104677?l=heartsinahurry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heartsinahurry.blogspot.com/feeds/9093810609687104677/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6759275691566176845&amp;postID=9093810609687104677' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6759275691566176845/posts/default/9093810609687104677'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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Which means I have no shifts this week. = no $$. FMLLLLL. No going out next week then :'( zzzz. LOL damn it. All because I didn't know what the date was. :( stupid holidays. Stupid work. Stupid me &gt;:@ ARGH!!!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6759275691566176845-2431089275819971606?l=heartsinahurry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heartsinahurry.blogspot.com/feeds/2431089275819971606/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6759275691566176845&amp;postID=2431089275819971606' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6759275691566176845/posts/default/2431089275819971606'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6759275691566176845/posts/default/2431089275819971606'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heartsinahurry.blogspot.com/2010/01/fml-i-thought-i-had-work-today-and.html' title=''/><author><name>nina :)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14919975320460159579</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QqLgvlTdwzg/SyzFHJeHRKI/AAAAAAAAAoU/akFDVQYbS7A/S220/DSCN0512.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6759275691566176845.post-1012880519506119014</id><published>2010-01-07T21:10:00.007+11:00</published><updated>2010-01-07T21:47:44.333+11:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fashionz'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bored'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='everyday'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='holidays'/><title type='text'>don't let me go</title><content type='html'>Suppp.&lt;br /&gt;I'm so bored right now.. feels like I should be doing something important, or productive or whatever but meh. Instead I'll blog :L So yesterday, I went city with Amy, searching for asians (ahahhaha) but we failed to see any (LOL yeah.) It was fun though :) All the walking felt so bad, but so good at the same time (Y) Andddd I wore my new.............. &lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QqLgvlTdwzg/S0W3arqxQgI/AAAAAAAAAuo/wiyCUHOn_uw/s1600-h/DSCN0654.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5423942995264225794" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QqLgvlTdwzg/S0W3arqxQgI/AAAAAAAAAuo/wiyCUHOn_uw/s320/DSCN0654.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;P&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;P&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;P&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;P&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SANDALS! Hahahahahah yayyyyy. One thing off my list (Y) And yeee they were on sale :] $22 from like...however much they were originally LOL. $40-something? Chyeeeah bro (H) I love them :) &lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ahaha lately I've been so into accessories and shiz. Diva and equip and etc. have been having (does that make sense? :X) sales which is cool too LOL because about 84% of the things I own were bought on sale hehe.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QqLgvlTdwzg/S0W3aXZB1yI/AAAAAAAAAug/2vCuFV6GTUY/s1600-h/DSCN0648.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5423942989821105954" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QqLgvlTdwzg/S0W3aXZB1yI/AAAAAAAAAug/2vCuFV6GTUY/s320/DSCN0648.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;P&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;P&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;P&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;P&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like everything there was 5 bucks each LOL. Except the nail polishesss. The purple one from sportsgirl was like, meant to be $4.95, but I didn't realise they had that further 50% off all sale stuff on so it was $2.50 YAYYY LOL hehehehhe. And it's a super pretty colour too :) And I got the other 3 from Myerrr. Cost like 10 bucks :). Go me. LOL. I love the bunches of bangles HAHA Such good value :'). Anyyyyway moving on from my cheapness :L I've been using like the same bag for everything I do / everywhere I go (Y) But I'm to lazy to take a pic now ahahah shhhh. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;K there's nothing else to takl about...so byebye. I hope you enjoyed my lame post, til next time :L&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;xox&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6759275691566176845-1012880519506119014?l=heartsinahurry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heartsinahurry.blogspot.com/feeds/1012880519506119014/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6759275691566176845&amp;postID=1012880519506119014' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6759275691566176845/posts/default/1012880519506119014'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6759275691566176845/posts/default/1012880519506119014'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heartsinahurry.blogspot.com/2010/01/dont-let-me-go.html' title='don&apos;t let me go'/><author><name>nina :)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14919975320460159579</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QqLgvlTdwzg/SyzFHJeHRKI/AAAAAAAAAoU/akFDVQYbS7A/S220/DSCN0512.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QqLgvlTdwzg/S0W3arqxQgI/AAAAAAAAAuo/wiyCUHOn_uw/s72-c/DSCN0654.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6759275691566176845.post-2202949019209817651</id><published>2009-12-31T20:40:00.008+11:00</published><updated>2009-12-31T22:25:19.335+11:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='2009'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='new year'/><title type='text'>HELLO 2010</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;(Kind of old..meant to blog this earlier :L)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;holidays to do list:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;s&gt;Clean room....get rid of clothes that have accumulated on desk :L&lt;/s&gt; still have way too many clothes.. that do not fit anywhere :(&lt;br /&gt;- Learn Mirotic 8) hahhaha i know 30 seconds of it 8) .....dunno if I should still bother :L&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- Wrong Number (....I know bits..haha)&lt;br /&gt;- Exercise (Y) ....Wii fit (Y)&lt;br /&gt;- Work my ass off; save up for next year&lt;br /&gt;- Get a haircut ..bangs? Shorter hair? Idk D: &lt;strong&gt;omfg.&lt;/strong&gt; bangs (U) waiting for fringe to grow back :(&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- Read up on legal/bio/pdhpe shiz&lt;br /&gt;- Do some maths..LOL&lt;br /&gt;- Write letter/send/yeah&lt;br /&gt;- Learn some songs on piano/guitar :]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;To PASS Major:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm gonna miss you andy !!!! Hahahha LOL. The bludging in class, screaming like all the time during pracs :P Totally pwning everone in Ultimate Frisbee 8). Oh but what I wont miss..Ben punching me in the boob!! LOL. Ahhh good times good timess, but I know there will be moreee to come ! Hopefully us pass majors' are in the same PE class :) And with Andy too (Y)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;To 10O:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm sooo gonna miss you guys :( We were seriously the best class, like tight from the start man. Though at times there was an odd one out (HAHAHHA FDSJLKFDSLJ LOL), we were still super close (Y). We had some good timesss, in PE; pwning 10N (minus ahemmm JUDAS!), englishh; just chilling with miss LOL and def all those random times in class where Vineet would make some weird sound or do some really bizarre strange thing LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;To Jap Minor:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Awww. The smallest but still the coolest minor class this year! All the good times :') Like copying/following Elena whenever we're asked questions in class, our parties for our sensei's and who can't forget....Chris Lu feeding us all LOL. Even though I completely gave up on japanese halfway through the year..It's still been really really fun :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was gonna do one for &lt;strong&gt;10A2&lt;/strong&gt;...but...ehh we weren't that tight HAHA. And I def won'ttt miss Jeffrey gay and Patrick always being mean to me :'( and Ann just laughing along ...*glares* LOL ahahahha oh well still pretty awesome class :')&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anywho.. Photo time :) In chronological order ...sort of :) (most stolen from ann's fb hehe. THX ANNZIE)&lt;br /&gt;Gooooooodbye 2009!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;PS. 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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QqLgvlTdwzg/Szx-eszyt_I/AAAAAAAAAsQ/FySx1H5P3Ss/s1600-h/PASScricket.bmp"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6759275691566176845-2202949019209817651?l=heartsinahurry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heartsinahurry.blogspot.com/feeds/2202949019209817651/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6759275691566176845&amp;postID=2202949019209817651' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6759275691566176845/posts/default/2202949019209817651'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6759275691566176845/posts/default/2202949019209817651'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heartsinahurry.blogspot.com/2009/12/hello-2010.html' title='HELLO 2010'/><author><name>nina :)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14919975320460159579</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QqLgvlTdwzg/SyzFHJeHRKI/AAAAAAAAAoU/akFDVQYbS7A/S220/DSCN0512.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QqLgvlTdwzg/Szx4wSFLyRI/AAAAAAAAArw/nse0yakYI4E/s72-c/PREG.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6759275691566176845.post-6420979661725104610</id><published>2009-12-28T20:41:00.002+11:00</published><updated>2009-12-28T20:58:37.999+11:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='nina really needs a life'/><title type='text'>YOUVE GOT THE WRONG NUMBER.</title><content type='html'>Tomorrow is Tuesday. I have to go dentist tomorrow. I also have work tomorrow. fml :@&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I avoid some people on purpose&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’ve thought about cheating&lt;br /&gt;I hate the way I look most of the time&lt;br /&gt;I actually like the way I look most of the time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I’ve been swimming in an ocean&lt;br /&gt;I’ve been swimming in a lake&lt;br /&gt;I have a sibling&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;I have pets&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I’ve been on vacation recently&lt;/strong&gt; &gt; holidays?&lt;br /&gt;I love meeting new people&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I am insanely shy&lt;/strong&gt; &gt; at times&lt;br /&gt;I’m on a sports team&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;My best friend is a boy&lt;/strong&gt; &gt; one of ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I play music&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I don’t remember the last time I mailed a letter&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I talk on the phone almost every night&lt;br /&gt;I drink milk almost every day&lt;br /&gt;I’ve kissed someone in a bathroom&lt;br /&gt;I’ve kissed someone in bed&lt;br /&gt;I’ve kissed someone at school&lt;br /&gt;I’ve kissed someone I just met&lt;br /&gt;I’ve kissed a good friend&lt;br /&gt;I like to read&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I like to watch tv&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I couldn’t care less about video games&lt;br /&gt;I hate my mom and dad&lt;br /&gt;I’ve had a crush on someone for 5+ years&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I’ve never asked someone out&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;I can touch my nose with my tongue&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I love pizza&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I actually love going grocery shopping&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I love to travel&lt;/strong&gt; &gt; ASIAAA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I’ve been to another continent&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;I wish I had time to watch more movies &gt; I have all the time in the world -_-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I miss being a little kid&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;I’ve been to a public pool recently&lt;br /&gt;Summer is my favorite time of the year&lt;br /&gt;Winter is my favorite time of the year&lt;br /&gt;I have a favorite holiday&lt;br /&gt;I have a favorite holiday other than Christmas&lt;br /&gt;I’ve been to a concert recently this year&lt;br /&gt;I drive&lt;br /&gt;I have my own car&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;My room is almost always messy&lt;br /&gt;I’m listening to music right now&lt;br /&gt;Music helps me work&lt;br /&gt;The last person I texted was a boy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;I want a new phone really bad&lt;br /&gt;I love cartoons family guy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The last thing I drank was water&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I used to play with barbies&lt;br /&gt;I collect something &lt;/strong&gt;&gt; receipts LOL&lt;br /&gt;I’ve been to a carnival recently&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I know what syncopation is&lt;/strong&gt; &gt; something to do with rhythm or whatever idk.. lolz&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I need to charge my phone&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have a huge crush on someone right now&lt;br /&gt;I’ve kissed someone within the last 24 hours&lt;br /&gt;I’m still in my pyjamas&lt;br /&gt;I have to go to school tomorrow&lt;br /&gt;I need to clean something&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I’ve hurt myself on purpose&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;I’ve thrown up on purpose&lt;br /&gt;I’ve broken a bone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I’ve eaten something weird&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;I’m an extremely picky eater&lt;br /&gt;I’ve been out to eat recently&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I love going to the mall&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate big groups&lt;br /&gt;I remember the last party I went to&lt;br /&gt;I’m on the phone right now&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I’m watching tv right now&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’m eating right now&lt;br /&gt;I’m on the phone, watching tv, and eating right now&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;People say I’m funny&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People say I’m pretty&lt;br /&gt;I’ve been told that I have gorgeous eyes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I need new clothes really badly&lt;/strong&gt;  &gt; ITS TRUE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;My hair is up right now&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need to shave my legs&lt;br /&gt;I remember the last time I went to the doctor&lt;br /&gt;I actually use my locker at school&lt;br /&gt;I get good grades&lt;br /&gt;I have a MySpace&lt;br /&gt;I showered last night&lt;br /&gt;I spy with my little eye something that is green&lt;br /&gt;I spy with my little eye something that is round&lt;br /&gt;I spy with my little eye something that is broken&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I’ve had surgery&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Someone I know has died&lt;br /&gt;Someone I know has had cancer&lt;br /&gt;It’s past my bedtime&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I’ve moved before&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’ve moved 4+ times&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I’ve gotten something removed&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;People tell me that I have good hair&lt;br /&gt;People tell me that they like my clothes&lt;br /&gt;I wish I had some money right now &lt;/strong&gt;&gt; prob doesn't make sense seeing as I have a job, but it's truee!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I have a job&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need a job&lt;br /&gt;I actually got a stupid class ring&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I’m listening to someone talking right now&lt;br /&gt;I wish I could talk to the boy I like right now&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’ve kissed someone in front of my parents&lt;br /&gt;I’ve kissed someone on New Year’s&lt;br /&gt;I love Halloween&lt;br /&gt;I remember the last time I tripped&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I can see a picture of me from where I’m sitting&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can see my reflection from where I’m sitting&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I’m kinda scared of the dark&lt;br /&gt;It’s hard to sleep with the door open&lt;br /&gt;It’s hard to sleep without a blanket&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;It’s morning&lt;br /&gt;I played soccer when I was little&lt;br /&gt;I played basketball when I was little&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;My ears are pierced&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My belly button is pierced&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I plan on going to college&lt;br /&gt;I plan on getting married&lt;br /&gt;I plan on having some kids&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;I babysit&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I still get an allowance&lt;/strong&gt; &gt; also doesn't make sense as I have a job LOL. Whatever 8)&lt;br /&gt;I curse a lot&lt;br /&gt;I got so drunk last night&lt;br /&gt;I’ve been to a wedding recently&lt;br /&gt;I’ve met someone special on vacation&lt;br /&gt;I have an accent&lt;br /&gt;I know someone who has been homeschooled&lt;br /&gt;I know someone in a band&lt;br /&gt;I can sing really well&lt;br /&gt;I can dance really well&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I’ve never slow danced with anyone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;I suck at spelling&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I suck at math&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I recycle&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am pro-choice&lt;br /&gt;I know some rednecks&lt;br /&gt;I want to get a tattoo&lt;br /&gt;I want to get a new piercing&lt;br /&gt;I hate MTV and VH1&lt;br /&gt;I miss an ex&lt;br /&gt;I still love an ex&lt;br /&gt;I’ve slapped someone &gt; not in the face&lt;br /&gt;I’ve punched someone &gt; not in the face&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I’ve been told that I have a nice butt&lt;/strong&gt; &gt; thas right suckas. HAHA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I think my boobs are too small&lt;/strong&gt; &gt; secretly...LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I wish I could lose some weight&lt;br /&gt;I can play the guitar&lt;br /&gt;I can speak another language&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;I am fluent in another language&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I can play the piano&lt;br /&gt;I’ve been told that I can’t dance&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’m a cheerleader&lt;br /&gt;I have a sweet tattoo&lt;br /&gt;I have a sweet facial piercing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I need to practice something&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I want to go to Mexico&lt;br /&gt;I want to go to Canada&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’ve traveled across the country&lt;br /&gt;I live on the east coast&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I went to the beach last summer&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I remember the last time I was insanely sunburned&lt;br /&gt;I like to waste time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;I like to sleep&lt;br /&gt;I think I’m going to get asked out soon&lt;br /&gt;I keep a journal&lt;br /&gt;I don’t remember the last dream I had&lt;br /&gt;My first kiss kinda sucked&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I think smoking cigarettes is gross&lt;br /&gt;I’m wearing something that belongs to someone else&lt;/strong&gt; &gt; wearing the smile you gave me NGAW LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;My mom fixed the last meal I had&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I’ve never gotten my nails done&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;I should be doing homework right now&lt;br /&gt;I’m adopted&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I love sappy movies&lt;br /&gt;I love horror movies&lt;/strong&gt; &gt; love-hate relationship :L&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I love musicals&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;I’ve seen a broadway show&lt;br /&gt;The last person I hugged was my mom&lt;br /&gt;All of my grandparents are alive&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;I miss my boyfriend&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I haven’t talked to my best friend all day&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;People tell me that I’m short&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sometimes my socks don’t match&lt;/strong&gt; &gt; usually...-giggles-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I can’t wait till my birthday&lt;br /&gt;I’m a procrastinator&lt;br /&gt;I’m not like everyone else&lt;br /&gt;I like strawberries&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;I like thunderstorms&lt;br /&gt;Someone’s mad at me right now&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I hate when people are rude&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;I’m an optimist&lt;br /&gt;My first relationship ended badly&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I love when boys hold doors open&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’ve kissed 2+ people in one day&lt;br /&gt;I’ve had a boy sleep over at my house&lt;br /&gt;I bite my nails&lt;br /&gt;I’ve been caught doing drugs&lt;br /&gt;I’ve been caught cheating&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I haven’t been to Disneyland/Disneyworld&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’ve passed out from drinking&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I get angry easily&lt;/strong&gt;  &gt; probably..LOL :@&lt;br /&gt;I’m laid back&lt;br /&gt;I hate most girls&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I love getting new shoes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;I hate Chinese food&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I don’t remember the last time I was grounded&lt;br /&gt;I’ve been in love before&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;I’ve been cheated on&lt;br /&gt;There are certain songs that remind me of my ex&lt;br /&gt;I gave someone their first kiss&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I straighten my hair more often than I should&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’ve been to a funeral this year&lt;br /&gt;I am insanely hungry right now&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6759275691566176845-6420979661725104610?l=heartsinahurry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heartsinahurry.blogspot.com/feeds/6420979661725104610/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6759275691566176845&amp;postID=6420979661725104610' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6759275691566176845/posts/default/6420979661725104610'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6759275691566176845/posts/default/6420979661725104610'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heartsinahurry.blogspot.com/2009/12/youve-got-wrong-number.html' title='YOUVE GOT THE WRONG NUMBER.'/><author><name>nina :)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14919975320460159579</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QqLgvlTdwzg/SyzFHJeHRKI/AAAAAAAAAoU/akFDVQYbS7A/S220/DSCN0512.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6759275691566176845.post-8701916595003278212</id><published>2009-12-25T00:40:00.006+11:00</published><updated>2009-12-25T01:02:30.576+11:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='2009'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='MERRY CHRISTMAS'/><title type='text'>O holy night :) ..or morning, it is 1am uh oh :P</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QqLgvlTdwzg/SzNzh37HLHI/AAAAAAAAAro/92opxJmAYWQ/s1600-h/Image210.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5418801802441600114" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QqLgvlTdwzg/SzNzh37HLHI/AAAAAAAAAro/92opxJmAYWQ/s320/Image210.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:250;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:250;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6759275691566176845-8701916595003278212?l=heartsinahurry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heartsinahurry.blogspot.com/feeds/8701916595003278212/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6759275691566176845&amp;postID=8701916595003278212' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6759275691566176845/posts/default/8701916595003278212'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6759275691566176845/posts/default/8701916595003278212'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heartsinahurry.blogspot.com/2009/12/o-holy-night-or-morning-it-is-1am-uh-oh.html' title='O holy night :) ..or morning, it is 1am uh oh :P'/><author><name>nina :)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14919975320460159579</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QqLgvlTdwzg/SyzFHJeHRKI/AAAAAAAAAoU/akFDVQYbS7A/S220/DSCN0512.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QqLgvlTdwzg/SzNzh37HLHI/AAAAAAAAAro/92opxJmAYWQ/s72-c/Image210.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6759275691566176845.post-1652039157404894477</id><published>2009-12-24T00:41:00.004+11:00</published><updated>2009-12-24T00:45:29.295+11:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='yay'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='christmas'/><title type='text'>woooooo</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:240%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;MERRY &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;CHRISTMAS&lt;/span&gt; EVE &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;EVERYONE!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Yay for &lt;em&gt;Christ&lt;/em&gt;mas tomorrow ^^&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;God Bless you guys :]&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/6759275691566176845-1652039157404894477?l=heartsinahurry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heartsinahurry.blogspot.com/feeds/1652039157404894477/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6759275691566176845&amp;postID=1652039157404894477' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6759275691566176845/posts/default/1652039157404894477'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6759275691566176845/posts/default/1652039157404894477'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heartsinahurry.blogspot.com/2009/12/woooooo.html' title='woooooo'/><author><name>nina :)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14919975320460159579</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QqLgvlTdwzg/SyzFHJeHRKI/AAAAAAAAAoU/akFDVQYbS7A/S220/DSCN0512.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6759275691566176845.post-5363915778575561793</id><published>2009-12-23T22:08:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2009-12-23T22:09:56.671+11:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>stop making me feel like the bad guy.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6759275691566176845-5363915778575561793?l=heartsinahurry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heartsinahurry.blogspot.com/feeds/5363915778575561793/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6759275691566176845&amp;postID=5363915778575561793' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6759275691566176845/posts/default/5363915778575561793'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6759275691566176845/posts/default/5363915778575561793'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heartsinahurry.blogspot.com/2009/12/stop-making-me-feel-like-bad-guy.html' title=''/><author><name>nina :)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14919975320460159579</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QqLgvlTdwzg/SyzFHJeHRKI/AAAAAAAAAoU/akFDVQYbS7A/S220/DSCN0512.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6759275691566176845.post-6640377512540049129</id><published>2009-12-22T16:10:00.017+11:00</published><updated>2009-12-22T18:07:16.250+11:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='nina really needs a life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fashionz'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='shopping'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='summer'/><title type='text'>3 days til Christmas!</title><content type='html'>So I'm sitting here on the couch with my trusty laptop, sipping on a strawberry smoothie (my dad is currently having some weird crazy obsession with smoothies..but no complaints from me :D) with nothingggg to do (I was so bored the other day I decided to clean..LOL I KNOW RIGHT).... Hmm I'm gonna write myself up a nice (and probably very ambitious LOL) wishlist/to-buy list :) hahahha. So sit tight, and enjooooy. PS. I take late Christmas presents, and don't forget my birthday is coming up. .....in 3 months hehe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To buy/Wish I Could Buy (you'll probably be able to tell which ones I shall buy, and the ones that are just coveted):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;Insight Grapefull Tank - General Pants.&lt;/em&gt; $30. 30 bucks, I know!! I wanttt. Must get.. must find..LOL &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.generalpants.com.au/store/womens/tops/grapefull-tank-1000012266.html"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5417928877950474610" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QqLgvlTdwzg/SzBZm-yRmXI/AAAAAAAAApQ/4RcHmH8B97g/s320/Gp_5561-1d4f0b4c-ff36-42b0-bfb7-2059d54afa5d.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;P&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;P&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;P&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;P&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;P&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;P&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;P&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;P&gt;&lt;P&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;P&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;P&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;P&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;Ibiza Studded Sandals - Equippp.&lt;/em&gt; $44.99 - Omgggg, hoping to find them on sale somewhere haha, cos, cmonnn 45 bucks? For shoes from equip? Psssh LOL. Also want them in tan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QqLgvlTdwzg/SzBbiaraN6I/AAAAAAAAApY/4n6CLwHjWaA/s1600-h/sandalz.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5417930998561781666" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 289px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QqLgvlTdwzg/SzBbiaraN6I/AAAAAAAAApY/4n6CLwHjWaA/s320/sandalz.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;P&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;P&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;P&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;P&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;P&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;P&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;P&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;P&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;P&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;P&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;P&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;P&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;Don't Ask Amanda Floral Button Skirt. GPC. $79.95 - &lt;/em&gt;Ok, wishhhlisting LOL. Siff I would buy a skirt for that price. I'm quite the cheap one I know :L But I would gladly accept it if gifted ;) *nudge*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.generalpants.com.au/store/womens/skirts/floral-button-skirt-1000011298.html"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5417931510570318146" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QqLgvlTdwzg/SzBcAODweUI/AAAAAAAAApg/W7TpxbVoj5o/s320/summer09-038_DETAIL-70e51adb-51e6-4fe3-9165-24ef7907d216.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;P&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;P&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;P&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;P&gt;&lt;P&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;P&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;P&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;P&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;P&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;P&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;P&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;P&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;..dsjlsddfjdsjflksdfjlsdf $30 dresses at Bardot. I'M THERE. NO SERIOUSLY LOL. Who's up for thatttt?! MEMEME.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.bardot.com.au/store/35-$30-dresses/2522-starship-dress.html"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5417933649144656642" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 261px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QqLgvlTdwzg/SzBd8s3nMwI/AAAAAAAAApo/V6WhOqmDSKU/s320/dress.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;P&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;P&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;P&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;P&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;P&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;P&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;P&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;P&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;P&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;P&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;P&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;P&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;** Too lazy to write stuff up now. Just gonna put pics up, click them buddy LOL (Y)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="https://shop.sportsgirl.com.au/index.html"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5417943562966102274" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 174px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QqLgvlTdwzg/SzBm9wu1cQI/AAAAAAAAAqw/ZAyjSbN3kaA/s200/sling.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://cgi.ebay.com.au/Polaroid-Supercolour-645cl-Camera-in-box_W0QQitemZ320464550497QQcmdZViewItemQQptZAU_FILM_CAMERAS?hash=item4a9d2cfa61"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5417948190498666594" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 192px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QqLgvlTdwzg/SzBrLHokuGI/AAAAAAAAArY/n7OUFpIy-bA/s200/polaroid.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.bardot.com.au/store/24-sale/1420-crackle-print-singlet.html"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5417935458717482610" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 128px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QqLgvlTdwzg/SzBfmCDZPnI/AAAAAAAAApw/XP9OaCYzV0M/s200/tank.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="https://shop.sportsgirl.com.au/index.html"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5417942209178551618" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 110px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QqLgvlTdwzg/SzBlu9euxUI/AAAAAAAAAqg/zTmljftCneM/s200/jeans.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="https://shop.sportsgirl.com.au/index.html"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5417943555863301842" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 190px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QqLgvlTdwzg/SzBm9WRZTtI/AAAAAAAAAqo/VXwy9AVrn0Q/s200/skirt1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.topshop.com/webapp/wcs/stores/servlet/ProductDisplay?beginIndex=20&amp;amp;viewAllFlag=false&amp;amp;catalogId=19551&amp;amp;storeId=12556&amp;amp;categoryId=174502&amp;amp;parent_category_rn=42325&amp;amp;productId=1406070&amp;amp;langId=-1"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5417943569641315218" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 114px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QqLgvlTdwzg/SzBm-JmVG5I/AAAAAAAAAq4/1j0Fsv59JfU/s200/sling2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.topshop.com/webapp/wcs/stores/servlet/ProductDisplay?beginIndex=40&amp;amp;viewAllFlag=false&amp;amp;catalogId=19551&amp;amp;storeId=12556&amp;amp;categoryId=174502&amp;amp;parent_category_rn=42325&amp;amp;productId=1472264&amp;amp;langId=-1"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5417943573567778546" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 138px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QqLgvlTdwzg/SzBm-YOeLvI/AAAAAAAAArA/3aNjIAt523U/s200/top1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.generalpants.com.au/store/womens/eyewear/cosmic-string-black-193898920211.html"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5417943578536609266" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 138px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QqLgvlTdwzg/SzBm-qvIhfI/AAAAAAAAArI/yiPYRPtsPK8/s200/top2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.generalpants.com.au/store/womens/eyewear/cosmic-string-black-193898920211.html"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5417948184195520050" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 117px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QqLgvlTdwzg/SzBrKwJyVjI/AAAAAAAAArQ/Yk3-KsTx0Qk/s200/sunnies.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;P&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;P&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;P&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;P&gt;&lt;P&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;P&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;P&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;P&gt;&lt;P&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;P&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;P&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;P&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;P&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;P&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;P&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;P&gt;&lt;br /&gt;----------------&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hmm. And.. I think I've come to a conclusion with what I wanna do with my hairrrrrr. Haha, well, I'd always wanted to try out bangs. Like, front fringe? Haha. But then I didn't wanna do it bfore cos it was too close to formal and I didn't want it to fail and not grow back in time LOL. But now that formal's over, idk, I don't think I want bangs anymore. Everyone has them :L Would look like I'm just following the trend :P Plus I have an uber big round head so I'd look like a child I reckon :L:L. Soooo.. I think I'm gonna grow out my hair :) ...or try to. I swear it never gets any longer. :@ or maybe it just doesn't really look like it's longer cos my hairs so damn curly D= But I think I'll get a trim first.. like just the ends. Cos my ends are sooo dead LOL like over 85% of my hairs are split-ended no joke :( &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;BUTTTT. I kind of am still unsure as to what to do with my fringe.. haha. Like, should I get it recut (its getting longgggg) OR shall I let it grow out.. Hmmm&lt;br /&gt;Liek omg. Wow never realised how much of a girl I am...:P HAHA whatevers xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anywhoooooooooooo. Ttyl! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Bye bye for now my lovely readers (1 or 2...LOL)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6759275691566176845-6640377512540049129?l=heartsinahurry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heartsinahurry.blogspot.com/feeds/6640377512540049129/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6759275691566176845&amp;postID=6640377512540049129' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6759275691566176845/posts/default/6640377512540049129'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6759275691566176845/posts/default/6640377512540049129'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heartsinahurry.blogspot.com/2009/12/3-days-til-christmas.html' title='3 days til Christmas!'/><author><name>nina :)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14919975320460159579</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QqLgvlTdwzg/SyzFHJeHRKI/AAAAAAAAAoU/akFDVQYbS7A/S220/DSCN0512.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QqLgvlTdwzg/SzBZm-yRmXI/AAAAAAAAApQ/4RcHmH8B97g/s72-c/Gp_5561-1d4f0b4c-ff36-42b0-bfb7-2059d54afa5d.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6759275691566176845.post-1997423995962922942</id><published>2009-12-20T00:13:00.002+11:00</published><updated>2009-12-20T01:03:53.207+11:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='nina really needs a life'/><title type='text'>I dunno if I've done this before..but whatevs HAHA</title><content type='html'>Couldnt help myselfffffff D: Promise I won't do another one...well, I'll do one, but with an actual blog too LOL :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Name everyone you kissed this year:&lt;br /&gt;Umm HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did your last kiss mean anything to you?&lt;br /&gt;Yes ! Did you even realise though :L&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How many people have you had strong romantic feelings for this year?&lt;br /&gt;2...3? I don't know :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever done something you told yourself you wouldn't do?&lt;br /&gt;Everyone has&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is it awkward when you run into your ex's?&lt;br /&gt;I never do LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is there one person you look at and automatically smile?&lt;br /&gt;Yesh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are you a morning person or a night person?&lt;br /&gt;Night :L&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who do you blame for your bad mood today?&lt;br /&gt;Not in a bad mood nigga :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who's the last person who you went out to eat with?&lt;br /&gt;Mm wednesday livo cool kids :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are you comfortable hanging out with your friend's boyfriends/girlfriends?​&lt;br /&gt;3RD WHEELING FTW &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever fallen asleep with the last person you kissed?&lt;br /&gt;No :L&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anything happened to you in the past month that made you really mad?&lt;br /&gt;Yeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are there any people who don't like you?&lt;br /&gt;I'll bet &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What's on your schedule for tomorrow?&lt;br /&gt;Church, nothing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you remember names or faces better?&lt;br /&gt;Faces&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What were you doing last night at midnight?&lt;br /&gt;Watching stuff&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Waiting for something?&lt;br /&gt;Yes :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever had a best friend who was of the opposite sex?&lt;br /&gt;Yessiree&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever kissed underwater?&lt;br /&gt;No..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you still talk to the person you last kissed?&lt;br /&gt;Yes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What did you do today?&lt;br /&gt;Nothing really ,_,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did you have a dream last night?&lt;br /&gt;Noo but the day before was weirdd LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you have a friend you can tell stuff to, and your sure they wont tell?&lt;br /&gt;Yeahs&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Would you care if you saw the person you like, kissing someone else?&lt;br /&gt;Yes :S&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What’s something that’s bothering you?&lt;br /&gt;Missss youuu&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you miss anyone right now?&lt;br /&gt;Oh wow LOL psychic, yeah I do :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you change your phone background a lot?&lt;br /&gt;No :L&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Would you rather take a relationship really slow or really fast?&lt;br /&gt;Mm slow.. :$&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you wish you could ever hug yourself to see if you’re a good hugger?&lt;br /&gt;LOL who says I don't do that already&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can you commit to one person?&lt;br /&gt;Course.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you miss your past?&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Could you go for the rest of your life without drinking alcohol?&lt;br /&gt;I plan on doing so, ...well for the most-part&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What's your relationship between you and the last person you talked to?&lt;br /&gt;Msn count? Best buddaye 8)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How much cash do you have on you?&lt;br /&gt;None..LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are you a shy person or outgoing?&lt;br /&gt;Idk, both&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If someone were to ask you if you were okay right now, are you?&lt;br /&gt;I'm good :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What would you do with a $100 bill you found on the ground?&lt;br /&gt;Buy stuff &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where is your cell phone?&lt;br /&gt;Next to me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is the last person you hugged older than you?&lt;br /&gt;Yepp&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are you easy to get along with?&lt;br /&gt;I'd like to think soo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are you a loud person?&lt;br /&gt;I can be&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you like to cuddle?&lt;br /&gt;SNUGGIE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you have a reason to smile right now?&lt;br /&gt;Yep :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you hate being the first person to start a conversation?&lt;br /&gt;Yesss I do&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Name something you dislike about the day you're having?&lt;br /&gt;That I never got to be with you :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are you tired right now?&lt;br /&gt;A bit &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who did you first see this morning besides family?&lt;br /&gt;No one..LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are all of your friends in relationships?&lt;br /&gt;Nah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At the moment, are you more warm or cold?&lt;br /&gt;Warm..a bit chilly&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How long is your hair?&lt;br /&gt;Bit past shoulders? I wanna grow it longggger&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever held hands with the opposite sex?&lt;br /&gt;Umm yes? LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What's the book you're reading called?&lt;br /&gt;Zilch&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever told someone you loved them?&lt;br /&gt;I tell EVERYONE 8)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is there anyone you wouldn't mind punching?&lt;br /&gt;Yeah..LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ever kissed in the rain?&lt;br /&gt;No !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is there anyone you want to come see you?&lt;br /&gt;YES&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How did you meet the last male you texted?&lt;br /&gt;Musicale&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last time you heard someone singing?&lt;br /&gt;Priscilla Queen of the Desert..LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What time are you going to bed tonight?&lt;br /&gt;Ehh, 2?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who did you last call?&lt;br /&gt;Sister :L&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6759275691566176845-1997423995962922942?l=heartsinahurry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heartsinahurry.blogspot.com/feeds/1997423995962922942/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6759275691566176845&amp;postID=1997423995962922942' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6759275691566176845/posts/default/1997423995962922942'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6759275691566176845/posts/default/1997423995962922942'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heartsinahurry.blogspot.com/2009/12/i-dunno-if-ive-done-this-beforebut.html' title='I dunno if I&apos;ve done this before..but whatevs HAHA'/><author><name>nina :)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14919975320460159579</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QqLgvlTdwzg/SyzFHJeHRKI/AAAAAAAAAoU/akFDVQYbS7A/S220/DSCN0512.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6759275691566176845.post-8594303568141742113</id><published>2009-12-18T19:23:00.004+11:00</published><updated>2009-12-19T02:08:00.754+11:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='out'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fun'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='holidays'/><title type='text'>7 days til Christmas!</title><content type='html'>Today was fun :) Went to Lisa's house xD&lt;br /&gt;So I caught the...10:08 or something, met up with Amy on the train, talked about random stuff :L Told her about my dream.. we had similar dreams LOL. Such a weird/random dream :/ ahhahaha. So anyway we got to Canley station, saw Jenny casula, walked to Lisa's. Hahahha before we got there, Lisa got msg from Rosa saying "Jenny and 2 other people will arrive in a matter of seconds"..andthen we arrived LOL! But turns out she just drove past us walking and saw....but nah, STALKER!! HAHA. So it was.. Lisa, Ebony, Joannie, Jenny, Amy and I hahah. Then Rosa came after a bit :) Then michelle, mw, lucy, elena, annie my love! (omg i would feel so bad if i forgot someone D=)..then in the end jannice came LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So we started talking about people we've liked.. and LOL got so many we made lists :P 9 people HAHA. Soommmmeee peoplee *looks at amy, lucy*..yeeeesh! ahahhah but oh wells, onesies counted, so ya heh. Then....omg I'm getting lazy just gonna rush it now. Singstared, pizza'ed, truth-ed :L then lefttt at 3 to catch the 3:17 :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Omg I was walking home and there were these 2 flies following me, so annoying :@ I DON'T SMELL THAT MUCH DO I?! So I sprayed them with deo and i think/hope they died. They stopped following me anyway so yay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and, because this years nearly over!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THIS YEAR I.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;( ) stayed single for the whole year&lt;br /&gt;( ) made out in/on a car&lt;br /&gt;( ) kissed in the snow&lt;br /&gt;( ) celebrated Halloween&lt;br /&gt;( ) kissed in the rain&lt;br /&gt;(X) had your heart broken&lt;br /&gt;( ) broke someone else’s heart&lt;br /&gt;( ) had a stalker (was a stalker? 8)&lt;br /&gt;(X) went over the minutes on your cell phone&lt;br /&gt;(X) had a good relationship with someone (have? :)&lt;br /&gt;( ) someone questioned your sexual orientation&lt;br /&gt;( ) gotten pregnant&lt;br /&gt;( ) had an abortion&lt;br /&gt;(X) have a relationship with someone you’ll never forget&lt;br /&gt;(X) done something you’ve regretted&lt;br /&gt;(X) lost faith in love (then I got it back.)&lt;br /&gt;( ) kissed under a mistletoe&lt;br /&gt;(X) painted a picture&lt;br /&gt;(X) wrote a poem&lt;br /&gt;(X) ran a mile (probably)&lt;br /&gt;( ) shopped at Hollister or Abercrombie and Fitch&lt;br /&gt;(X) posted a blog&lt;br /&gt;(X) listened to music you couldn’t stand&lt;br /&gt;( ) went to a sleepover&lt;br /&gt;( ) went camping&lt;br /&gt;( ) threw a surprise party&lt;br /&gt;(X) laughed till you cried&lt;br /&gt;(practically) laughed till you peed in your pants&lt;br /&gt;( ) visited a foreign country&lt;br /&gt;(X) cut in a line of waiting people&lt;br /&gt;(X) told someone you were busy when you weren’t&lt;br /&gt;( ) partied to celebrate the new year&lt;br /&gt;(X) cooked a disastrous meal&lt;br /&gt;(XX) lost something/someone important to you&lt;br /&gt;( ) broke a promise&lt;br /&gt;(X) lied&lt;br /&gt;( ) went behind your parents back&lt;br /&gt;(X) cried over a broken heart&lt;br /&gt;(X) disappointed someone close&lt;br /&gt;(X) hid a secret&lt;br /&gt;(X) pretended to be happy&lt;br /&gt;(X) slept under the stars (camp!!! HAHA good times aye ann, jeff, HAHAHH hilariouss)&lt;br /&gt;( ) kept your new years resolution&lt;br /&gt;(X) forgot your new years resolution (LOL)&lt;br /&gt;(X) met someone who changed your life&lt;br /&gt;( ) met one of your idols&lt;br /&gt;(X) changed your outlook on life&lt;br /&gt;(X) sat home all day doing nothing (story of my life)&lt;br /&gt;(X) pretended to be sick&lt;br /&gt;( ) left the country&lt;br /&gt;( ) almost died&lt;br /&gt;(X) given up something important to you (someone?)&lt;br /&gt;(X) lost something expensive (MY IPOD)&lt;br /&gt;(X) learned something new about yourself&lt;br /&gt;( ) tried something you normally wouldn’t try and liked it&lt;br /&gt;(X) made a change in your life&lt;br /&gt;( ) found out who your true friends were&lt;br /&gt;(X) met great people&lt;br /&gt;(X) stayed up til sunrise (camp...practically...close enough! LOL)&lt;br /&gt;(X) Cried over the silliest thing&lt;br /&gt;( ) was never home on weekends&lt;br /&gt;( ) got into a car accident&lt;br /&gt;(X) had friends who were drifting away from you&lt;br /&gt;( ) had someone close to you die&lt;br /&gt;(X) had a high cell phone bill (like..I get that alot haha)&lt;br /&gt;(X) spent most of your money on food&lt;br /&gt;( ) had a fist fight&lt;br /&gt;(X) went to the beach with (some of) your best friend(s)&lt;br /&gt;( ) saw a celebrity&lt;br /&gt;(X) gotten sick&lt;br /&gt;( ) liked more than 5 people at the same time&lt;br /&gt;(X) became closer with a lot of people&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6759275691566176845-8594303568141742113?l=heartsinahurry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heartsinahurry.blogspot.com/feeds/8594303568141742113/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6759275691566176845&amp;postID=8594303568141742113' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6759275691566176845/posts/default/8594303568141742113'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6759275691566176845/posts/default/8594303568141742113'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heartsinahurry.blogspot.com/2009/12/7-days-til-christmas.html' title='7 days til Christmas!'/><author><name>nina :)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14919975320460159579</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QqLgvlTdwzg/SyzFHJeHRKI/AAAAAAAAAoU/akFDVQYbS7A/S220/DSCN0512.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6759275691566176845.post-5514340447382842524</id><published>2009-12-16T21:09:00.005+11:00</published><updated>2009-12-16T22:09:23.203+11:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='yay'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fun'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='last day'/><title type='text'>heyheyhey!</title><content type='html'>Hi !!! (if anyone even reads this anymore :P)&lt;br /&gt;Ahh it's been so long since I've actually blogged properly :$ Sorry guys..haha but everyone is totally over bs now, stupid tumblr..though I followed suit and have one too. I still think blogspot is tha best *thumbs up* :) I'm totally gonna start blogging again this holidays (L) Yayyy! And xanga too hopefully.. I was so into that before! But now...idk, I think that I blogged best (on xanga) when I was going through crap. Now..life is pretty sweet, and I don't have anything to write about D: Meh, I'll think of stuff =]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyyyways. Summer holidays! Yes? YES! Though I'm gonna be pretttty damn bored haha.. they haven't even really started yet and I'm already bored out of my witss.. but I suppose I've had nothing to do ever since the end of SC exams.. which I didn't do too well in but psh sif it matters :P. With all the studying out of the way and like nothing else to be learning, I..had nothing to do LOL. Every day has been like, get up, go to school, come home, facebook and read blogs/tumblrs, sleep. IT'S A CYCLE. Bleh. Althouuugh lately facebook has become such a bore that I have resorted to trying to learn random dances :P Mirotic !!! Yay 8) The moral of the story is, Nina is gonna be very very bored in the holidays LOL. Must go out! A lot! ..but not spend money! LOL. Sneaking into cinemas anyone? :P WHICH REMINDS ME OF TODAY. What a fun filled day :). (gonna go to next paragraph, this ones looking long)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So it was like pretty much the last day of school, and I being the cool person that I am (also had to return textbooks so yea) decided to go school. I think I've gone on the last day (....for at least an hour or 2 anyway LOL) every year since year 7 :P go me. Anyyyway, so I got to Minto st. at like 8 ish, saw Robert there and was like wah haha. So sweet for waiting :] Anyway so we were waiting for Amy (fave third-wheel ever), she had to get off at Minto to meet up with Phil to give him back his ipod.. cos yesterday we were chilling with them asian peeps at school (watching them play yu-gi-oh HAHA) then they got told off by evil-witch-lady-teacher (aka Ms Smith. I hope I don't get karma and end up having her as my teacher next year...) for being out of bounds (behind tennis courts. Wow I sure use brackets a lot hehe) Anyway (LOL also say that alot.. and here's another bracket) so as they were like not in uniform they got kicked out. Me and Amy were in uniform so we were just sitting there as she told them off for not signing in and blah blah. In the end we just got up and pretty much ran away. She didn't even notice/care LOL. Haha, and she took his ipod with her. So ya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SO YEAH. We met up with her at station then waited for Phil, didnt see him. Missed a couple trains waiting then he like texts and says to go Ingleburn. So we get on the train at like..9? It stops at Ingleburn and we get off but we don't see him so we get back on...then Amy calls him and asks where he is, he says Ingleburn, Amy's like okkkk, me and Robert are like zzzzz LOL. Get off at Mac Fields. Go back to Ingleburn. Get off. Find Phil, Ipod is returned, then we see the next train coming and have to fully like run to the other platform and make the train. FARR too much exercise for one morning ! D:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We finaaallly got to school at like..9:20? Idk hahha, see peoples, Lucy, Ann, Brendan, Charlie, Lizzie, Jeff, Donald, Jenny, Joannie, Ebony :) Amy went to her group peeps xD and Charles Lucy and Ann were holding watering cans so I went with them to water the trees near the station while the 'big strong guys' went to do the recycling LOL. Lucy wet me, that big butthead. :L Anywho school got boring, we were just sitting on the green table things @ dq playing 13 / deciding whether to go to Livo, Brendan's house or Jeff's haha. Debated over it for a few minutes then just decided to go to the station/livo first then decide. So we get there, fully have trouble getting through cos we didn't buy tickets LOL. Flip a coin, brenda's or livo westfields, Brendan's house wins but in the end we just went livo LOL. Thennnn we wanted to go watch a movie, but not many people had moneys. So everyone put like a dollar in and we got 1 ticket for Cloudy With a Chance of Meatballs, then we were fully discussing how to/when to just go into the cinemas LOL. In the end we got through, and were just wating for a while for the movie to start. This was at..12 ish? and movie started at 12:45. XIE-NA THE WARRIOR PRINCESS!!!! Aaaaaaaahahhahahhhaha fdslkjsfdlkjsfdlj LOL! Highlight of Nina's day :)....one of. :) So the movie was pretty good :D:D It was super cute ^^ And the black guy was cool. And the dad with the eyebrows :') good timesssss. After the movie finished we were walking out, then heard screaming from the other cinema..full ran in thinking it was Paranormal Activity....it was just New Moon. Went in anyway and sat down. But damnn, it was only like the last 10 mins. So me and Robert and Ann and Jeff were watching the end.. it was pretty lame. But I have tosay... Taylor Lautner is quite the buffness. HAHA. Then ate subway, went home, blogged :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fun dayyyy. Wow forgot how long blogging takes, well for me at least hehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TIL NEXT TIME LOVELIES. x&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6759275691566176845-5514340447382842524?l=heartsinahurry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heartsinahurry.blogspot.com/feeds/5514340447382842524/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6759275691566176845&amp;postID=5514340447382842524' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6759275691566176845/posts/default/5514340447382842524'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6759275691566176845/posts/default/5514340447382842524'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heartsinahurry.blogspot.com/2009/12/heyheyhey.html' title='heyheyhey!'/><author><name>nina :)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14919975320460159579</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QqLgvlTdwzg/SyzFHJeHRKI/AAAAAAAAAoU/akFDVQYbS7A/S220/DSCN0512.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6759275691566176845.post-2126519218713449701</id><published>2009-11-01T19:26:00.001+11:00</published><updated>2009-11-01T19:27:59.227+11:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm back! ......for a minute :P</title><content type='html'>omg omg does anyone wanna mass order clothes/shoes from forever 21? Free shipping with orders over $75&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6759275691566176845-2126519218713449701?l=heartsinahurry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heartsinahurry.blogspot.com/feeds/2126519218713449701/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6759275691566176845&amp;postID=2126519218713449701' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6759275691566176845/posts/default/2126519218713449701'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6759275691566176845/posts/default/2126519218713449701'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heartsinahurry.blogspot.com/2009/11/im-back-for-minute-p.html' title='I&apos;m back! ......for a minute :P'/><author><name>nina :)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14919975320460159579</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QqLgvlTdwzg/SyzFHJeHRKI/AAAAAAAAAoU/akFDVQYbS7A/S220/DSCN0512.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6759275691566176845.post-1714801224115617748</id><published>2009-10-14T22:23:00.002+11:00</published><updated>2009-10-14T22:51:44.389+11:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>hi, i’m: NINA&lt;br /&gt;how do you pronounce your name? ANIN&lt;br /&gt;what is your age backwards? 51&lt;br /&gt;how do you feel today? accomplished..is that a feeling LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;friendship:&lt;br /&gt;who are your best friend(s)? my gal paaalz&lt;br /&gt;what friend do you tell EVERYTHING to? ^&lt;br /&gt;what friend makes the most perverted jokes? hmm...dunno LOL&lt;br /&gt;who do you talk to the most in person? people in my class xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;back to school:&lt;br /&gt;what grade are you goin into? 11 D:&lt;br /&gt;which period are you doing the best at? probably.....english..maybee history&lt;br /&gt;which period are you doing the worse at? jap HAHA oh and maths :(&lt;br /&gt;Which teacher do you fear the most? mr pollock LOL&lt;br /&gt;are you changing to a new school this year? Nah&lt;br /&gt;is someone else changing schools? No, ann is not. :)&lt;br /&gt;who was your second grade crush? 2nd gradee..no one LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;childhood:&lt;br /&gt;what did you want your job to be? a teacherr&lt;br /&gt;who is your favorite teacher out of all of them? miss bible ahah in year 1 :]&lt;br /&gt;what was one reason you cried? eh dunnoz&lt;br /&gt;what shows did you never want to miss? the old hi5&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;favorites:&lt;br /&gt;chocolate: Cadbury or Lindt? Forrero Rocher :9&lt;br /&gt;color: Yellow&lt;br /&gt;shoe brand: Manyy&lt;br /&gt;website: Lookbookie&lt;br /&gt;theme park: Dunno never really been to one =/ seaworld? :L&lt;br /&gt;instrument: piano. the banjo's pretty cool too&lt;br /&gt;song:  manys&lt;br /&gt;what grade do you miss the most?: 8 :(&lt;br /&gt;who’s the first friend that comes to your mind that you miss? rel and drez&lt;br /&gt;what else do you miss? the innocence&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lies:&lt;br /&gt;ever signed up for those online dating sites? no&lt;br /&gt;ever lied about your age? nopp&lt;br /&gt;to impress someone? ..no?&lt;br /&gt;to freeload? ......no&lt;br /&gt;ever used someone? probably. SORRY&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this or that:&lt;br /&gt;crunchie or kitkatt: picnic :]&lt;br /&gt;myspace or facebook: facebook&lt;br /&gt;flowers or chocolate? Flowers and chocolate :)&lt;br /&gt;watch the news or historical teachings? probably history stuff :$ haha&lt;br /&gt;hold hands or kiss? both ;D&lt;br /&gt;white chocolate or dark? white&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;random:&lt;br /&gt;what color are your shoes? skin&lt;br /&gt;what was the last theme park youve been to? dunno&lt;br /&gt;name one thing you remember from history class: pollock bitching about N then praising us LOL&lt;br /&gt;what mood are you in right now? meh&lt;br /&gt;who was the last person you IMed? amy&lt;br /&gt;who was the last person added on your Facebook: christine :O&lt;br /&gt;who was the last person deleted on your Facebook: dunno&lt;br /&gt;who did you last hang out with? myself LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Best:&lt;br /&gt;1. Male Friend: jeff even though he's white&lt;br /&gt;2. Female friend: ann amy chelle lucy lazz&lt;br /&gt;3. Vacation: dunno&lt;br /&gt;4. Memory: yr8 camp :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last:&lt;br /&gt;1. Person you saw: mummaye&lt;br /&gt;2. Talked to on the phone: sister&lt;br /&gt;4. Messaged over MySpace: noone&lt;br /&gt;5. IM’d: amy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today:&lt;br /&gt;1. What are you doing right now: not science&lt;br /&gt;2. Wearing? nothin&lt;br /&gt;3. Better than yesterday? ehh equal&lt;br /&gt;4. Did you see the person you like? nope&lt;br /&gt;5. What’s the weather? nightlike&lt;br /&gt;6. What’s bothering you right now? not science&lt;br /&gt;7.What is in your wallet? a million train tickets, buttons, like 15 bucks, $card, perfume cards other cards and a wad of old receipts&lt;br /&gt;8. Wallpaper on your computer’s desktop? Flowers :L&lt;br /&gt;9. Next time you will kiss someone? dunno&lt;br /&gt;10. Where was your default picture taken? on an elevator :) oh fb i mean&lt;br /&gt;11. Life: soso&lt;br /&gt;12. House: too small&lt;br /&gt;13. Doing this weekend? work, science probably LOL&lt;br /&gt;14. Wearing? nothing&lt;br /&gt;15. If you could have one thing right now what would it be? Money D:&lt;br /&gt;16. Listening to? Filo news eww haha&lt;br /&gt;18. What do you smell like? Poo&lt;br /&gt;19. Eating? Nothing&lt;br /&gt;20. On your bed, what is your favorite thing? Pillow (Y) and my stuffed babies LOL&lt;br /&gt;21. Do you believe in a soulmate? Idk&lt;br /&gt;22. What do you wear to bed? jammies&lt;br /&gt;23. Do you remember your dreams? Sometimess&lt;br /&gt;24. Do you burn easily in the sun? Nah i just go black(er)&lt;br /&gt;26. What’s something you wish you could understand better? boys, japanese, mathematics.&lt;br /&gt;27. What did you do last weekend? work, not science LOL&lt;br /&gt;28. Who do you miss? buds and others&lt;br /&gt;29. Who is the last girl you hugged? ann manz&lt;br /&gt;30. Who is the last boy you hugged? :(&lt;br /&gt;31. Who was the last person you went somewhere with? i went to livo with myself (Y)&lt;br /&gt;33. Have you kissed anyone on your top friends?..no&lt;br /&gt;34. Last time you ate a home grown tomato? Nevarrh&lt;br /&gt;36. What was the last thing you drank? Waterr&lt;br /&gt;39. Do you like someone right now? More than&lt;br /&gt;40. What do you wear more, slacks, jeans, or sweatpants? what are slacks anyway&lt;br /&gt;41. What is the last movie you watched? umm. seven pounds? :L&lt;br /&gt;42. Name 3 drinks you regularly drink? coke :$, water, oj&lt;br /&gt;43. What are you excited about? week 5 and later&lt;br /&gt;44. Do you want someone you can’t have? Not really&lt;br /&gt;45. Who was last to slap your butt? Dunnoooo. probably karen LOL&lt;br /&gt;46. Where was the last place you went? Toilet (i was just kidding about smelling like poo btw)&lt;br /&gt;47. What’s on your mind right now? science&lt;br /&gt;48. Have you cried recently? maybay&lt;br /&gt;49. If an unstoppable force comes across an immovable object, then what happens? then zombie bananas take over the world&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6759275691566176845-1714801224115617748?l=heartsinahurry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heartsinahurry.blogspot.com/feeds/1714801224115617748/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6759275691566176845&amp;postID=1714801224115617748' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6759275691566176845/posts/default/1714801224115617748'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6759275691566176845/posts/default/1714801224115617748'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heartsinahurry.blogspot.com/2009/10/hi-im-nina-how-do-you-pronounce-your.html' title=''/><author><name>nina :)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14919975320460159579</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QqLgvlTdwzg/SyzFHJeHRKI/AAAAAAAAAoU/akFDVQYbS7A/S220/DSCN0512.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6759275691566176845.post-6301693257425923586</id><published>2009-10-09T23:47:00.003+11:00</published><updated>2009-10-10T00:07:49.040+11:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='nina really needs a life'/><title type='text'>nothing better ta do</title><content type='html'>Will you talk to the person you like on the phone tonight?&lt;br /&gt;Nope&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ever had a near death experience?&lt;br /&gt;Don't think so&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where’s your cell phone?&lt;br /&gt;Right here&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is the last thing you thought about?&lt;br /&gt;Plane crashes..stupid tv show&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you regret anything?&lt;br /&gt;Sorta&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you found out you were pregnant who would you tell?&lt;br /&gt;Babys daddy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What are you going to do this weekend?&lt;br /&gt;Work, study, church, study&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When was the last time you talked to one of your best friends?&lt;br /&gt;Today? Ahaha (Y)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you prefer revenge or just pure jealousy/envy?&lt;br /&gt;I prefer revenge but I never actually do it only think about it, cause I'm cool&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who would you like your next “fling” to be with?&lt;br /&gt;Hahahha right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Would you curse in front of your parents?&lt;br /&gt;Nah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What kind of camera do you have?&lt;br /&gt;Some shitty one&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Would you rather go to a party or out of town?&lt;br /&gt;A party out of town&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are you slowly drifting away from someone close?&lt;br /&gt;Mm don't think so&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When was the last time you held someone’s hand?&lt;br /&gt;Not too long ago&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who can you tell everything to?&lt;br /&gt;A few peeps&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can you play guitar hero?&lt;br /&gt;Dunno&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is any part of your body sore?&lt;br /&gt;My feet :L&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Missing someone right now?&lt;br /&gt;Yeah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is there someone on your mind that shouldn’t be?&lt;br /&gt;Probably&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When was the last time you saw the person you last kissed?&lt;br /&gt;Not too long ago&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you like your phone?&lt;br /&gt;Yeahh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last thing alcohol beverage?&lt;br /&gt;None thanks&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever slept in a bed with the opposite sex?&lt;br /&gt;When i was a kid and i had nightmares i'd run into my parents room and sleep there..until they locked their door (U)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have any of your best friends ever back stabbed you?&lt;br /&gt;No&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you had to move in with a friend, which one would you pick?&lt;br /&gt;Hahaha ann cos her mum makes killer pho&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What’s the seventh text message in your inbox say?&lt;br /&gt;SHES COOKING THE CHICKEN ADOBO THING THAT FILOS COOK LOL&lt;br /&gt;LOL indeed. masterchef (Y)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When is your next road trip?&lt;br /&gt;Dunno&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What did you do on the weekend?&lt;br /&gt;Work sleep study (nah kidding on the last one)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Met anyone new in the past week?&lt;br /&gt;Yes actually (Y)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What do your bestfriends call you?&lt;br /&gt;Nina, Ninz, you know the usual&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who was the last person to go to the movies with you?&lt;br /&gt;(L)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are you currently fighting with someone?&lt;br /&gt;No&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last time you had butterflies in your stomach?&lt;br /&gt;Thursday omg&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who/What would you like to see right now?&lt;br /&gt;A flamingo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are you mad at someone right now?&lt;br /&gt;More disappointed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What’s the nicest text in your inbox say?&lt;br /&gt;Something sweet hehe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you mainly use your house phone or your cell phone?&lt;br /&gt;Mobilia&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is there an empty place in your heart?&lt;br /&gt;Yeah but I spose you've always got to have that&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you count down the days till anything?&lt;br /&gt;Camp, Formal, end of stupid year 10&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are you looking forward to something as of right now?&lt;br /&gt;*look above&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever been called a tease?&lt;br /&gt;not that I know of&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What are your chances of getting with your crush?&lt;br /&gt;Hah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is the farthest you’ve traveled with a friend?&lt;br /&gt;Dunno :L&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are any of your friends so close that you consider them family?&lt;br /&gt;Sure&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyone told you a secret this week?&lt;br /&gt;Other way around&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you ever turn your cell phone off?&lt;br /&gt;Nope&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you hate anyone?&lt;br /&gt;Just dislike, nah just envy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last time you wore the opposite sex’s clothing?&lt;br /&gt;Dunnos&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What do you want in your life right now?&lt;br /&gt;Endless knowledge for exams&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When was the last time you laughed so hard you thought you were going to cry?&lt;br /&gt;Sushi train today ahh fried prawn :'D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did you tell someone something today?&lt;br /&gt;Yeahh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you trust people easily?&lt;br /&gt;Yeah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What were you doing at 9pm Friday night?&lt;br /&gt;Blogging&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6759275691566176845-6301693257425923586?l=heartsinahurry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heartsinahurry.blogspot.com/feeds/6301693257425923586/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6759275691566176845&amp;postID=6301693257425923586' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6759275691566176845/posts/default/6301693257425923586'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6759275691566176845/posts/default/6301693257425923586'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heartsinahurry.blogspot.com/2009/10/nothing-better-ta-do.html' title='nothing better ta do'/><author><name>nina :)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14919975320460159579</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QqLgvlTdwzg/SyzFHJeHRKI/AAAAAAAAAoU/akFDVQYbS7A/S220/DSCN0512.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6759275691566176845.post-2206989449752222621</id><published>2009-10-06T12:30:00.002+11:00</published><updated>2009-10-06T12:37:16.114+11:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Fuck, I'm sorry. I'm so sorry, for putting you through all that crap. The pain. Insecurity. Jealousy. I'm sorry I didn't care enough to see that you were going through HELL because of me. Why am I saying this all now? Because it finally got through to my big fat head that what I did was wrong, and now I'm paying the price. I know how you feel now. Like no matter how many times you're reassured, told that she means nothing, that you're the only one he loves you still can't help but feel that jealousy everytime you see them together. You feel so below her. Like she's so much better than you when really, she has got NOTHING on you. And when I say that I do mean myself, I have nothing on you. You're beautiful, you're great and me, I was this horrible bitch clinging onto anyone close enough because I was just too naive to see that it was time to move on. I hurt not only you, I hurt her and now I am going through what &lt;em&gt;I &lt;/em&gt;deserve. I'm sorry for what I put you through. For what I did to the two of you, four of you, I regret it, so so deeply. I only wish for you to know how much remorse I feel for the person I was back then. A loser. Stuck in the past, when really I should've been looking to the future. Now I'm in shit.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;i'm so sorry.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6759275691566176845-2206989449752222621?l=heartsinahurry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heartsinahurry.blogspot.com/feeds/2206989449752222621/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6759275691566176845&amp;postID=2206989449752222621' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6759275691566176845/posts/default/2206989449752222621'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6759275691566176845/posts/default/2206989449752222621'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heartsinahurry.blogspot.com/2009/10/fuck-im-sorry.html' title=''/><author><name>nina :)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14919975320460159579</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QqLgvlTdwzg/SyzFHJeHRKI/AAAAAAAAAoU/akFDVQYbS7A/S220/DSCN0512.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6759275691566176845.post-8033529746298106643</id><published>2009-10-03T11:48:00.003+10:00</published><updated>2009-10-03T12:12:23.797+10:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='in here'/><title type='text'>How beautiful it is, just to be like this/</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QqLgvlTdwzg/Ssay-YHLFzI/AAAAAAAAAoM/naE3zNi5hLc/s1600-h/z203268248.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5388190788889548594" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 258px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QqLgvlTdwzg/Ssay-YHLFzI/AAAAAAAAAoM/naE3zNi5hLc/s320/z203268248.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha well I was on Rosa's &lt;a href="http://r05a.blogspot.com/"&gt;blog&lt;/a&gt; and I was reading her post on what Love means to her, and well haha guess I got inspired to do the same. Lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, yeah.&lt;br /&gt;I know we're young. And we're naive. People think that you know, being teenagers, we have absolutely no idea what love is. But that's just it, we're young. And we're still learning, about love, about caring for others. How can you learn without first making mistakes, without taking risks? You can't learn anything about love without experiencing it for yourself. You can't.. you can't think you know exactly what love is and you can't just assume it means something and only one thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People think that love comes with this big rule book, filled with all these regulations, laws that you HAVE to follow. And if you don't then it's not 'real' love. Well I think that love is real. Always. And saying that, I know that people take the word for granted. I know that some people throw it around all the time just to get what they want. Forget that. If you mean it, if you really love someone then they'll know it. And you'll know it. That's all that matters. It doesn't matter what other people think, do, say, NOTHING else matters except you and that person.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And well for me, love is exactly what &lt;em&gt;you &lt;/em&gt;think it is. What you perceive it to be. Love is what you make of it. Love is what you put out there for that someone or those that you care about. It's caring, yeah. It's caring more for someone than you do for yourself. It's everything you expect it to be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dunno if that made sense haha.&lt;br /&gt;byebyes&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6759275691566176845-8033529746298106643?l=heartsinahurry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heartsinahurry.blogspot.com/feeds/8033529746298106643/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6759275691566176845&amp;postID=8033529746298106643' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6759275691566176845/posts/default/8033529746298106643'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6759275691566176845/posts/default/8033529746298106643'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heartsinahurry.blogspot.com/2009/10/how-beautiful-it-is-just-to-be-like.html' title='How beautiful it is, just to be like this/'/><author><name>nina :)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14919975320460159579</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QqLgvlTdwzg/SyzFHJeHRKI/AAAAAAAAAoU/akFDVQYbS7A/S220/DSCN0512.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QqLgvlTdwzg/Ssay-YHLFzI/AAAAAAAAAoM/naE3zNi5hLc/s72-c/z203268248.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6759275691566176845.post-4907955987517096417</id><published>2009-09-26T00:01:00.003+10:00</published><updated>2009-09-26T00:06:23.307+10:00</updated><title type='text'>feel so popularrr</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QqLgvlTdwzg/SrzN2mxd5pI/AAAAAAAAAnk/zp4ZdmRrhsk/s1600-h/lols1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5385405592432928402" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 180px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QqLgvlTdwzg/SrzN2mxd5pI/AAAAAAAAAnk/zp4ZdmRrhsk/s320/lols1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QqLgvlTdwzg/SrzN2bnFQpI/AAAAAAAAAnc/XdABPwmNOaQ/s1600-h/lols.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5385405589436580498" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 180px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QqLgvlTdwzg/SrzN2bnFQpI/AAAAAAAAAnc/XdABPwmNOaQ/s320/lols.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;totally mine from xanga D:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6759275691566176845-4907955987517096417?l=heartsinahurry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heartsinahurry.blogspot.com/feeds/4907955987517096417/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6759275691566176845&amp;postID=4907955987517096417' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6759275691566176845/posts/default/4907955987517096417'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6759275691566176845/posts/default/4907955987517096417'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heartsinahurry.blogspot.com/2009/09/feel-so-popularrr.html' title='feel so popularrr'/><author><name>nina :)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14919975320460159579</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QqLgvlTdwzg/SyzFHJeHRKI/AAAAAAAAAoU/akFDVQYbS7A/S220/DSCN0512.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QqLgvlTdwzg/SrzN2mxd5pI/AAAAAAAAAnk/zp4ZdmRrhsk/s72-c/lols1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6759275691566176845.post-8139724359432592150</id><published>2009-09-25T23:04:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2009-09-25T23:05:39.098+10:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lulzkebabs'/><title type='text'>jeffrey got pwned by me</title><content type='html'>ninahaha says (11:01 PM):&lt;br /&gt;him and hazzy are my niggas&lt;br /&gt;LOL NIGHT&lt;br /&gt;brendayne. [b][†][/b] MUMMMY! says (11:01 PM):&lt;br /&gt;MY NIGGAS&lt;br /&gt;ninahaha says (11:02 PM):&lt;br /&gt;LOL YES&lt;br /&gt;brendayne. [b][†][/b] MUMMMY! says (11:02 PM):&lt;br /&gt;you can have the whities&lt;br /&gt;andrew ryan and josh moris&lt;br /&gt;LOL.&lt;br /&gt;i have ben roberts, idris and hazzy&lt;br /&gt;ninahaha says (11:02 PM):&lt;br /&gt;nooooo&lt;br /&gt;YOU have the whities&lt;br /&gt;and take jeff while youre at it&lt;br /&gt;brendayne. [b][†][/b] MUMMMY! says (11:02 PM):&lt;br /&gt;YOU HAVE THE WHITIS&lt;br /&gt;ninahaha says (11:02 PM):&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHAHHAHAHA&lt;br /&gt;brendayne. [b][†][/b] MUMMMY! says (11:02 PM):&lt;br /&gt;LOL.&lt;br /&gt;LOLOLOLOL&lt;br /&gt;pwnt.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6759275691566176845-8139724359432592150?l=heartsinahurry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heartsinahurry.blogspot.com/feeds/8139724359432592150/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6759275691566176845&amp;postID=8139724359432592150' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6759275691566176845/posts/default/8139724359432592150'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6759275691566176845/posts/default/8139724359432592150'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heartsinahurry.blogspot.com/2009/09/jeffrey-got-pwned-by-me.html' title='jeffrey got pwned by me'/><author><name>nina :)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14919975320460159579</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QqLgvlTdwzg/SyzFHJeHRKI/AAAAAAAAAoU/akFDVQYbS7A/S220/DSCN0512.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6759275691566176845.post-1171977907494469312</id><published>2009-09-20T22:08:00.005+10:00</published><updated>2009-09-20T22:38:48.227+10:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='in here'/><title type='text'>Thank you.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QqLgvlTdwzg/SrYhzIrB6_I/AAAAAAAAAnU/Dvkt9fUdyME/s1600-h/z161754458.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5383527566953016306" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 269px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QqLgvlTdwzg/SrYhzIrB6_I/AAAAAAAAAnU/Dvkt9fUdyME/s320/z161754458.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Thank you for helping me see that tomorrow is another day. For giving me my strength back, making me smile. For turning my tears into laughs and letting me into your heart. Thank you for walking through my door and helping me to see how wonderful life can be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you for the kind words you said, some time ago. For caring the way that you do, somewhere beyond the surface. You don't know that I know and you probably won't read this but thank you for being that older brother figure.. even though I'm older than you anyway. :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you for making me stronger. You came into my life and then you left, and now I couldn't be happier. Thank you for helping me to see that you're not the one for me, that there really is someone out there who cares in that one way you never did. Someone to love; to love and be loved. Thank you for making me the person I am today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you for being patient with me. For being understanding, for never losing your cool and tearing me apart when I knew at times that I deserved it. I'm sorry for all of the things I've done, for knowing that I was in the wrong and you would get hurt. For being selfish and never thinking about it from your perspective. About how you would feel. And now I know how it feels. Now I see it from your eyes, and for that understanding you have given me, thank you. For helping me to see that these things just have to be pushed aside. Because in the end you have to trust that he would never do anything to hurt you. Thank you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6759275691566176845-1171977907494469312?l=heartsinahurry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heartsinahurry.blogspot.com/feeds/1171977907494469312/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6759275691566176845&amp;postID=1171977907494469312' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6759275691566176845/posts/default/1171977907494469312'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6759275691566176845/posts/default/1171977907494469312'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heartsinahurry.blogspot.com/2009/09/thank-you.html' title='Thank you.'/><author><name>nina :)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14919975320460159579</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QqLgvlTdwzg/SyzFHJeHRKI/AAAAAAAAAoU/akFDVQYbS7A/S220/DSCN0512.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QqLgvlTdwzg/SrYhzIrB6_I/AAAAAAAAAnU/Dvkt9fUdyME/s72-c/z161754458.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6759275691566176845.post-4292492518523203921</id><published>2009-09-17T20:10:00.003+10:00</published><updated>2009-09-17T20:18:50.222+10:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='nina really needs a life'/><title type='text'>ty rosie posey :D</title><content type='html'>01. You’re currently confused about someone’s feelings for you.&lt;br /&gt;02.&lt;em&gt; You have been in a serious relationship before. &lt;/em&gt;Define serious?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;03. You own an iPod of some sort.&lt;br /&gt;04. You do not like your sibling’s girlfriend/boyfriend.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;05. You drink too much alcohol.&lt;br /&gt;06. You have been to the Olive Garden.&lt;br /&gt;07. You have taken medicine of some sort this week.&lt;br /&gt;08. It is really cold in your house right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;09. You are extremely dependent on others.&lt;br /&gt;10. You do not like to express your feelings in front of others.&lt;br /&gt;11. You ate a lot of food today.&lt;/strong&gt;  - as I do every day :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;12. It doesn’t take much for you to cry.&lt;br /&gt;13. People consider you a sappy sort of person.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;14. Someone in your family is rich.&lt;br /&gt;15. You have been to Disney World or Disneyland before.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;16. You hate when people constantly talk about themselves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;17. You are a good listener, but you hate complainers.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18. Someone has called you for a serious medical emergency before.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;19. You have had a serious surgery.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;20. Your house has a spare bedroom.&lt;br /&gt;21. Your house is old.&lt;br /&gt;22. You have at least one cousin under the age of three.&lt;br /&gt;23. You have never held a baby before.&lt;br /&gt;24. You can’t handle toddlers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;25. You have a painting in your room.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;26. You have been to Canada.&lt;br /&gt;27. You have been to Mexico.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;28. You love cherry flavored lollipops.&lt;br /&gt;29. You celebrate Easter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;30. You observe Lent.&lt;br /&gt;31. You are Catholic.&lt;br /&gt;32. You do not believe in God.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;33. Religion is not important to you.&lt;br /&gt;34. You want to have a BIG family one day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;35. You would rather have more sons than daughters.&lt;br /&gt;36. You have more aunts than uncles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;37. You hate being too cold.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;38. You currently are way more tan than everyone else.&lt;/strong&gt; - fersure!&lt;br /&gt;39. You wear shoes in your house.&lt;br /&gt;40. Your parents are clean freaks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;41. You are more messy than clean.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;42. You are currently angry at someone. &lt;/strong&gt;myself&lt;br /&gt;43. Patience is so not a virtue to you.&lt;br /&gt;44. Your desk is extremely clean. OPPOSITE&lt;br /&gt;45. Your bed sheets are either blue, green, black, or white.&lt;br /&gt;46. When you hear “black &amp;amp; white” it reminds you of Katy Perry’s ‘Hot n Cold’ song.&lt;br /&gt;47. You have no clue what that song is.&lt;br /&gt;48. You think rap artists are completely pathetic.&lt;br /&gt;49. You are glad George Bush is out of office.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;50. Politics are boring to you.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;51. You take a vitamin daily.&lt;br /&gt;52. You feel like you are sick often.&lt;br /&gt;53. You hate throwing up.&lt;br /&gt;54. You think it’s gross when people set food down on their desk at school with no napkin.&lt;br /&gt;55. You also find it gross that people sit on top of desks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;56. You are now cringing at the thought of someone’s food where someone’s ass was.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;57. You love getting bubble baths.&lt;br /&gt;58. You do not like chocolate at all.&lt;br /&gt;59. You are allergic to nuts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;60. You have been stung by a bee before.&lt;/strong&gt;  ow much? :(&lt;br /&gt;61. You have been to the emergency room before for something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;62. One of your parents is 50 or older.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;63. You are the baby of your immediate family.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;64. You hate broccoli.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;65. Cooked carrots are good, though.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;66. You go on tumblr too much.&lt;br /&gt;67. You are really comfortable right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;68. You like witty t-shirts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;69. You are a major fan of underground bands.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;70. You have been on an airoplane before.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;71. You are not afraid of heights.  We all are, somewhere deep inside :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;72. You consider yourself paranoid.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;73. You have had a panic attack before.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;74. The thought of being old and alone bothers you.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;75. You would choose the elderly over children.&lt;br /&gt;76. You feel like you’re living in the wrong decade.&lt;br /&gt;77. You have smoked weed before.&lt;br /&gt;78. You think it’s way too cold outside right now.&lt;br /&gt;79. You love the thought of sleeping in tomorrow morning.&lt;br /&gt;80. You would rather go to bed early and get up early.&lt;br /&gt;81. You feel like the early bird catches the worm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;82. You are a big breakfast eater.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;83. You are currently suffering from the common cold.&lt;br /&gt;84. You are craving something salty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;85. You have been in a car today.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;86. There is something plugged in near you.&lt;br /&gt;87. You have heard of the TV show “Private Practice.”&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;88. You do not like medical television shows.&lt;br /&gt;89. You prefer horror to comedies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;90. You adore Leo &amp;amp; Kate.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;91. You think high-waisted pants look good.&lt;br /&gt;92. You hate cheesy movies.&lt;br /&gt;93. You enjoy camping out.&lt;br /&gt;94. Bugs don’t bother you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;95. You do well in school without trying.&lt;/em&gt; I WISH&lt;br /&gt;96. You are extremely jealous of someone currently.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;97. You feel like you have changed a lot from 08-09.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;98. You like energy drinks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;99. You like italics.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;100. You know the entire script of Mean Girls.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6759275691566176845-4292492518523203921?l=heartsinahurry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heartsinahurry.blogspot.com/feeds/4292492518523203921/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6759275691566176845&amp;postID=4292492518523203921' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6759275691566176845/posts/default/4292492518523203921'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6759275691566176845/posts/default/4292492518523203921'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heartsinahurry.blogspot.com/2009/09/ty-rosie-posey-d.html' title='ty rosie posey :D'/><author><name>nina :)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14919975320460159579</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QqLgvlTdwzg/SyzFHJeHRKI/AAAAAAAAAoU/akFDVQYbS7A/S220/DSCN0512.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6759275691566176845.post-7211179155947470818</id><published>2009-09-13T16:54:00.002+10:00</published><updated>2009-09-13T17:34:17.462+10:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='nina really needs a life'/><title type='text'>this is what happens when i'm home alone</title><content type='html'>okkk back to work. :L&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QqLgvlTdwzg/SqyYUSpsgRI/AAAAAAAAAnE/EeNF6k9Yi7E/s1600-h/IMG_0381.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5380843129172427026" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QqLgvlTdwzg/SqyYUSpsgRI/AAAAAAAAAnE/EeNF6k9Yi7E/s320/IMG_0381.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6759275691566176845-7211179155947470818?l=heartsinahurry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heartsinahurry.blogspot.com/feeds/7211179155947470818/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6759275691566176845&amp;postID=7211179155947470818' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6759275691566176845/posts/default/7211179155947470818'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6759275691566176845/posts/default/7211179155947470818'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heartsinahurry.blogspot.com/2009/09/this-is-what-happens-when-im-home-alone.html' title='this is what happens when i&apos;m home alone'/><author><name>nina :)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14919975320460159579</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QqLgvlTdwzg/SyzFHJeHRKI/AAAAAAAAAoU/akFDVQYbS7A/S220/DSCN0512.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QqLgvlTdwzg/SqyYUSpsgRI/AAAAAAAAAnE/EeNF6k9Yi7E/s72-c/IMG_0381.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6759275691566176845.post-653125311581145035</id><published>2009-09-12T22:24:00.003+10:00</published><updated>2009-09-12T22:35:15.887+10:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='etc'/><title type='text'>Dear -insert name/s here-</title><content type='html'>Get over him. He's not even worth it. He is not worth your time or your tears. Yeah you loved him, I know that. And I know you just can't see yourself with anyone other than him, I get that. &lt;em&gt;I've been there.&lt;/em&gt; But why should you spend all your time sitting at home, bawling your eyes out and wondering where he is and who he is with. Do you honestly think he is thinking about you? No. Sure it hurts, the fact that he is out there falling in and out of love with other girls. Yeah you're gonna see him with one of his new girlfreinds. Don't let him get to you because that, well that's exactly what he wants. Don't give him what he wants. He doesnt even deserve it. So what if he doesn't talk to you; do you honestly wanna be friends with an asshole like him anyway?Thing is I know you still do. But give it time. Because all he would do is talk about his new girlfriend and just try and make you jealous, do you really wanna hear that? No. &lt;em&gt;Screw him and his girlfriend. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;He will be sorry. trust me&lt;/strong&gt;. When he finally sees you with some other guy who's not him. With that huge grin on your face and your boyfriend holding you close; he will realise how happy you are now. And how happy your boyfriend is because he has you; the girl of his dreams. &lt;em&gt;He will realise the huge mistake he made when he let you go, when he decided to choose her over you. &lt;/em&gt;When he decided he just did not love you the same. Trust me, he will be sorry. And don't you sit there thinking he won't be sorry I know you are. But I guarantee you now; he will be sorry. So don't go on spending your nights waiting for that one phone call you know you're never gonna get. Or that IM you know he will never send you simply because he likes to ignore you. He likes to pretend he doesn't see you online, he does it out of spite just because he knows it's killing you. I know it's gonna hurt. Its all gonna hurt. Knowing you're not the girl that's making him smile. Knowing you're not the first person he thinks of when he wakes up and the last before he goes to sleep. Knowing you wont be spending every single moment possible with him. Knowing theres not gonna be any more &lt;em&gt;late night phone calls&lt;/em&gt; arguing about who loves who the most. And you know what, today, tomorrow, next week, months from now; your phone will go off with a text message, &lt;em&gt;you will instantly grab your phone hoping its him&lt;/em&gt; saying he wants to give your relationship another shot. But trust me; he's got to much pride. Even if he wanted to be back with you, he wouldn't tell you. You're soon gonna realise he doesn't care about you anymore and he won't be the first person you call when you're upset. He won't be the one to put that smile back on your face. And yeah its gonna hurt; But you know what you're gonna do? Your'e gonna hold your head up. You're gonna show him you're better than him and you dont need him in your life. You're gonna prove to him that he made the biggest mistake of his life letting you go.&lt;strong&gt; That you never really needed him anyway. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6759275691566176845-653125311581145035?l=heartsinahurry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heartsinahurry.blogspot.com/feeds/653125311581145035/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6759275691566176845&amp;postID=653125311581145035' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6759275691566176845/posts/default/653125311581145035'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6759275691566176845/posts/default/653125311581145035'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heartsinahurry.blogspot.com/2009/09/dear-insert-name-here.html' title='Dear -insert name/s here-'/><author><name>nina :)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14919975320460159579</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QqLgvlTdwzg/SyzFHJeHRKI/AAAAAAAAAoU/akFDVQYbS7A/S220/DSCN0512.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6759275691566176845.post-1450003937264274721</id><published>2009-09-11T00:06:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2009-09-11T00:07:52.649+10:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='nina really needs a life'/><title type='text'>i find no desire to blog productively anymore</title><content type='html'>Your last received text, would you kiss them?&lt;br /&gt;Probably haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How was last night overall?&lt;br /&gt;It was ok..? :L&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who did you last ride in the car with?&lt;br /&gt;Sisters&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your sister tells you she's in jail, what do you say?&lt;br /&gt;Shame. LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will you keep your last name when you get married?&lt;br /&gt;Yeah man!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Would you rather go camping or to a nice hotel?&lt;br /&gt;Depends :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you give out second chances too easily?&lt;br /&gt;Probably&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever thought about getting your tongue pierced?&lt;br /&gt;Nah I'm cool. So don't want the lisp. And it looks very painful&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are you currently wanting any piercings or tattoos?&lt;br /&gt;Nope.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Does it matter to you if your boyfriend/ girlfriend smokes?&lt;br /&gt;Yeahh that would be yucky..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you think someone is thinking about you right now?&lt;br /&gt;Hahaha dreaming of me :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How many people do you trust fully?&lt;br /&gt;2&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you're bored in class, what do you usually do?&lt;br /&gt;Sleep, text..LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are you happy right now?&lt;br /&gt;Yeahh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How would your parents react if you got a tattoo?&lt;br /&gt;They'd give me the look of shame LOL sif i'd get one anyway&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What are you listening to right now?&lt;br /&gt;Awake - Secondhand Serenade&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What did you have for breakfast?&lt;br /&gt;Noodles :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Was it a boy or a girl to text you first today?&lt;br /&gt;Boy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where did the shirt you are wearing come from?&lt;br /&gt;Err big w LOL 8)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you believe that there are certain circumstances where cheating is ok?&lt;br /&gt;Not even if your life depended on it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you think you will be in a relationship 3 months from now?&lt;br /&gt;Sure hope so&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is there someone you wish you were still close with?&lt;br /&gt;Yeahh.. but ah well we're still cool I guess&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What were you doing last night?&lt;br /&gt;Facebook LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How do you feel about your hair right now?&lt;br /&gt;My hair is so unmanageable &gt;:(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who are you dating?&lt;br /&gt;Haha wouldn't you like to know :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where do you think your number one is right now?&lt;br /&gt;In bed LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are you texting anyone?&lt;br /&gt;Only to say happy birthday hehe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What were you doing at midnight last night?&lt;br /&gt;Laying in bed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So what do you want for your birthday?&lt;br /&gt;Its ages away xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever kissed anyone named Jason?&lt;br /&gt;Uhh nah man&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is it okay to like someone else when you have a boyfriend/ girlfriend?&lt;br /&gt;No&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you have a hard time admitting you're wrong?&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When is the last time you had pizza?&lt;br /&gt;Hmm.. last weeek ? :L&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you had the chance to have your face put on a quarter, would you?&lt;br /&gt;Sure. LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yellow fingernail polish: yes or no?&lt;br /&gt;Sure why not&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who was the first person you talked to this morning?&lt;br /&gt;Mother&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What do you hear?&lt;br /&gt;Seventeen Forever LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What'd you cry bout the last time you cried?&lt;br /&gt;Haha, stupid mark. Yeah I'm pretty asian huh :L&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What kind of mood are you in?&lt;br /&gt;I'm not tired D:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you keep your distance?&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6759275691566176845-1450003937264274721?l=heartsinahurry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heartsinahurry.blogspot.com/feeds/1450003937264274721/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6759275691566176845&amp;postID=1450003937264274721' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6759275691566176845/posts/default/1450003937264274721'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6759275691566176845/posts/default/1450003937264274721'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heartsinahurry.blogspot.com/2009/09/i-find-no-desire-to-blog-productively.html' title='i find no desire to blog productively anymore'/><author><name>nina :)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14919975320460159579</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QqLgvlTdwzg/SyzFHJeHRKI/AAAAAAAAAoU/akFDVQYbS7A/S220/DSCN0512.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6759275691566176845.post-671560785381648963</id><published>2009-09-09T18:16:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2009-09-09T18:18:14.352+10:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lulzkebabs'/><title type='text'>LOL!</title><content type='html'>&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/JK4H7d_zfqQ&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/JK4H7d_zfqQ&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/6759275691566176845-671560785381648963?l=heartsinahurry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heartsinahurry.blogspot.com/feeds/671560785381648963/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6759275691566176845&amp;postID=671560785381648963' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6759275691566176845/posts/default/671560785381648963'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6759275691566176845/posts/default/671560785381648963'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heartsinahurry.blogspot.com/2009/09/lol.html' title='LOL!'/><author><name>nina :)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14919975320460159579</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QqLgvlTdwzg/SyzFHJeHRKI/AAAAAAAAAoU/akFDVQYbS7A/S220/DSCN0512.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6759275691566176845.post-4498018256295014108</id><published>2009-09-05T00:07:00.003+10:00</published><updated>2009-09-05T00:14:26.193+10:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fml'/><title type='text'>because i'm too scared to comment.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;If solitude is really what you want then well, I won't stand in your way any longer. If that's what you want, then you can have it, I only want you to be happy. Will you ever be? And if all I am is nothing but a 'loss' for you then I'll go? Just know I will never want to. I'm here okay. With you, no matter what - even if all you say is that you regret ever letting me in in the first place. Sorry I'm not what you wanted me to be? Sorry.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Ps. you know I love you. Even when you make me cry. And yeah buddy you did. &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/6759275691566176845-4498018256295014108?l=heartsinahurry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heartsinahurry.blogspot.com/feeds/4498018256295014108/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6759275691566176845&amp;postID=4498018256295014108' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6759275691566176845/posts/default/4498018256295014108'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6759275691566176845/posts/default/4498018256295014108'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heartsinahurry.blogspot.com/2009/09/because-im-too-scared-to-comment.html' title='because i&apos;m too scared to comment.'/><author><name>nina :)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14919975320460159579</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QqLgvlTdwzg/SyzFHJeHRKI/AAAAAAAAAoU/akFDVQYbS7A/S220/DSCN0512.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6759275691566176845.post-4878755511163002903</id><published>2009-09-04T21:45:00.003+10:00</published><updated>2009-09-04T22:40:56.600+10:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='nina really needs a life'/><title type='text'>borrrrrred</title><content type='html'>How much has changed since a year ago today?&lt;br /&gt;Lotsssss&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Were you happier now or then?&lt;br /&gt;Now&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What book would you say is a "must-read"?&lt;br /&gt;Umm. The Notebook :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Which friend are you closest to?&lt;br /&gt;A fair few&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you feel awkward often?&lt;br /&gt;Haha yes &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Would you rather be blonde or brunette?&lt;br /&gt;Black LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you wear zip up or regular hoodies more?&lt;br /&gt;Umm. I don't really wear hoodies heh, cardigans woo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is your favorite store to shop at?&lt;br /&gt;Bardot sale rack 8D &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What smell reminds you of something in the past?&lt;br /&gt;Baby smell :L&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever intentionally pissed someone off?&lt;br /&gt;Duh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are you a fan of Will Smith?&lt;br /&gt;Yes :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are you open-minded?&lt;br /&gt;I'd like to think so&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you tend to be curious about a lot?&lt;br /&gt;A lot? What LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are you still trying to find happiness?&lt;br /&gt;I think I found it, for now&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you wear jeans in the summer?&lt;br /&gt;If its..cold.. or I'm having a bad legs day LOL!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What state do you live in?&lt;br /&gt;Nsw&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What was your best vacation?&lt;br /&gt;SKI CAMPPPPPPP &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What school year will you never forget?&lt;br /&gt;Dunno&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever claimed to be something you're not?&lt;br /&gt;Yeah prob&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is letting go really as hard as it seems?&lt;br /&gt;Usually&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What application on facebook do you use the most?&lt;br /&gt;None really.. nowadays :L&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What would be the hardest thing to face right now?&lt;br /&gt;A brick wall LOL (Y)&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What was the last ice cream flavor you had?&lt;br /&gt;...Vanilla? :O SKI CAMP&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What beach is your favorite?&lt;br /&gt;Don't really care haha :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who do you consider beautiful?&lt;br /&gt;Anyone with a big fat smile on their face ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When were you the happiest in life?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;As a young, naive child :')&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are your parents a big part of your life?&lt;br /&gt;Yeahhhh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What's the most trouble you've gotten in?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Haha, nothing big&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you count your calories?&lt;br /&gt;Psh no LOL &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Name a brand you are wearing.&lt;br /&gt;Supre.....yuck LOL but it's a nice warm jumper :]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What could you never see yourself doing?&lt;br /&gt;Exercising :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last person to text you?&lt;br /&gt;Robertt &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who was the first person you talked to today?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My mummy yelling at me to get up LOL :(&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How late did you stay up last night?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;12-ish?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who was the last person you cried in front of?&lt;br /&gt;My friendz?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What will you be doing in 3 hours?&lt;br /&gt;Sleeping (Y) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you held hands with anyone in the past 24 hours?&lt;br /&gt;No -goes emo- LOL &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where are you ticklish?&lt;br /&gt;Everywhere LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What are you listening to?&lt;br /&gt;The Break-Up :O&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Any plans for tomorrow?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Not reallyy.. catching up on maths, jap, science, english :/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whats on your bed?&lt;br /&gt;Stuffed animals :D pillows, blankie, clothes..LOL, journal that hasnt been written in for yonks :L&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you broken the law in the past 3 days?&lt;br /&gt;No (a)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did you kiss or hug anyone today?&lt;br /&gt;Don't think so LOL &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you think anyone has feelings for you?&lt;br /&gt;Not at all :O&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is there one person in your life that can always make you smile?&lt;br /&gt;Yeahhh there's heaps :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever dated someone longer than a year?&lt;br /&gt;Nope&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you like Valentine's Day?&lt;br /&gt;It's a bit..cliche? But cute nonetheless Haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What are you supposed to be doing right now?&lt;br /&gt;Work..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can you whistle?&lt;br /&gt;No :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can you use chopsticks?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;No again :(&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who was the last guy you talked to in person?&lt;br /&gt;Umm omg, JEFFREY CHUNG hahahhahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are you waiting for something?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Aren't we all?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Would you date someone who lived in another state?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Probably not..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When's the last time you said you were fine, but really weren't?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Not too long ago :L&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Relationships or one night stands?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;One night stands, NOTTTT borat-style man LOL hahahahhahahaha omg&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When was the last time you wanted to punch someone in their face?&lt;br /&gt;Probably recently :L&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What does your last text message in your inbox say?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Cbf checkering&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What does the first text message in your inbox say?&lt;br /&gt;^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are you anything like you were at this point last year?&lt;br /&gt;Yeahh, a bit, somewhere, inside, hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What happened at 9:00 am today?&lt;br /&gt;Maths (yuck)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What were you doing at 7:00 AM?&lt;br /&gt;Sleepingg&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What were you doing 1 hour ago?&lt;br /&gt;Nothing important :L&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What was the last thing you said aloud?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Lol, seriously.. yeah I'm sad LOL..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you laugh a lot?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Suppose so&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What's bothering you right now?&lt;br /&gt;Mm nothing big&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can you sleep without blankets covering you?&lt;br /&gt;In summerr&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you sleep a lot?&lt;br /&gt;Nope, not enough :L&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What's your favorite TV show?&lt;br /&gt;Criminal Minds! (Among others, me too lazy to list)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What song are you listening to right now?&lt;br /&gt;Nothing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you get really annoyed at sex questions?&lt;br /&gt;I don't really get sex questions?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Would you ever try a Krabby Patty?&lt;br /&gt;YES&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever seen The Wedding Singer?&lt;br /&gt;Yupp, cute-as moviee&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is your all time favorite movie?&lt;br /&gt;I have many!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you could do anything right now, what would it be?&lt;br /&gt;BE WITH YOU (8)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you get mad or get even?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I get sad&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What brand of makeup do you wear?&lt;br /&gt;Liek, all of them!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you hate customers that come into your work?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;If they're bitchy and meann &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whats the first thing you did when you woke up this morning?&lt;br /&gt;turned off phone &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If someone liked you right now would you want them to tell you?&lt;br /&gt;Yeah?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you enjoy late night phone conversations?&lt;br /&gt;Depends with who, and what about&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will you be sleeping alone tonight?&lt;br /&gt;Yeahh, as normal&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Connection between you and the last person who text messaged you?&lt;br /&gt;Deep and meaningful LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ever liked someone that you didn't think you stood a chance with?&lt;br /&gt;Yeah LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is someone on your mind right now?&lt;br /&gt;Mm&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Were you mad about the way you woke up this morning?&lt;br /&gt;I always am :L&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are you hiding something from someone?&lt;br /&gt;I guess&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Be honest. You love The Beatles don't you?&lt;br /&gt;Yup&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you know who Muse is?&lt;br /&gt;Yeah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How many pairs of shoes do you own?&lt;br /&gt;Not thatt many......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you watch Spongebob?&lt;br /&gt;Not really anymores&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you have feelings for anyone? If so, who?&lt;br /&gt;Hahhahahaha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6759275691566176845-4878755511163002903?l=heartsinahurry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heartsinahurry.blogspot.com/feeds/4878755511163002903/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6759275691566176845&amp;postID=4878755511163002903' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6759275691566176845/posts/default/4878755511163002903'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6759275691566176845/posts/default/4878755511163002903'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heartsinahurry.blogspot.com/2009/09/borrrrrred.html' title='borrrrrred'/><author><name>nina :)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14919975320460159579</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QqLgvlTdwzg/SyzFHJeHRKI/AAAAAAAAAoU/akFDVQYbS7A/S220/DSCN0512.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6759275691566176845.post-6469601769412999541</id><published>2009-09-03T21:47:00.008+10:00</published><updated>2009-09-03T21:53:15.534+10:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:webdings;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;i feel like shit. i don't know why. and i can't talk to anyone about it cos 1. i don't know what it &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:webdings;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;is&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:webdings;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;, and 2. my life is pretty much going great compared to others's.. or so they think? i dunno.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&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/6759275691566176845-6469601769412999541?l=heartsinahurry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heartsinahurry.blogspot.com/feeds/6469601769412999541/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6759275691566176845&amp;postID=6469601769412999541' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6759275691566176845/posts/default/6469601769412999541'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6759275691566176845/posts/default/6469601769412999541'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heartsinahurry.blogspot.com/2009/09/i-feel-like-shit.html' title=''/><author><name>nina :)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14919975320460159579</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QqLgvlTdwzg/SyzFHJeHRKI/AAAAAAAAAoU/akFDVQYbS7A/S220/DSCN0512.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6759275691566176845.post-5464194665193797077</id><published>2009-08-29T21:30:00.001+10:00</published><updated>2009-08-29T21:33:02.497+10:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='nina really needs a life'/><title type='text'>made me laugh for 20 minutes straight</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QqLgvlTdwzg/SpkR1RoOKGI/AAAAAAAAAm8/azRFP4b3JH0/s1600-h/z198123375.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 257px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QqLgvlTdwzg/SpkR1RoOKGI/AAAAAAAAAm8/azRFP4b3JH0/s320/z198123375.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5375347237206239330" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hahahahhahahahahahhaahahha&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6759275691566176845-5464194665193797077?l=heartsinahurry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heartsinahurry.blogspot.com/feeds/5464194665193797077/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6759275691566176845&amp;postID=5464194665193797077' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6759275691566176845/posts/default/5464194665193797077'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6759275691566176845/posts/default/5464194665193797077'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heartsinahurry.blogspot.com/2009/08/made-me-laugh-for-20-minutes-straight.html' title='made me laugh for 20 minutes straight'/><author><name>nina :)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14919975320460159579</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QqLgvlTdwzg/SyzFHJeHRKI/AAAAAAAAAoU/akFDVQYbS7A/S220/DSCN0512.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QqLgvlTdwzg/SpkR1RoOKGI/AAAAAAAAAm8/azRFP4b3JH0/s72-c/z198123375.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6759275691566176845.post-731360375654845912</id><published>2009-08-26T17:47:00.002+10:00</published><updated>2009-08-26T17:50:15.170+10:00</updated><title type='text'>FARR MAN.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large; font-family: arial;"&gt;OKAY HEREEEEE IT IS BUDDIES.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial; font-size: 24px;"&gt;2 BUCKS A PIECE LOL.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial; font-size: 24px;"&gt;ZZZ RIPPING MYSELF OFF, MEH.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial; font-size: 24px;"&gt;TAKEEEE WHAT YOU WANT, COS I DON'T NEED ANY OF THE FOLLOWING:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&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;TELL ME IF YOU WANT A BIGGER PICTURE.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QqLgvlTdwzg/SpEeKerSlMI/AAAAAAAAAmk/cufTdLGsIA0/s320/FLANNEL.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373108995811873986" style="float: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px; 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margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: 0px; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px; " /&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QqLgvlTdwzg/SpERh74-itI/AAAAAAAAAmU/W8EMHbCCagA/s200/TOP2.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373095105139739346" style="float: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: 0px; cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px; " /&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QqLgvlTdwzg/SpEOOWiaiLI/AAAAAAAAAlk/OQWg1raoJ_w/s200/SKIRT1.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373091470160595122" style="float: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: 0px; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px; " /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6759275691566176845-731360375654845912?l=heartsinahurry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heartsinahurry.blogspot.com/feeds/731360375654845912/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6759275691566176845&amp;postID=731360375654845912' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6759275691566176845/posts/default/731360375654845912'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6759275691566176845/posts/default/731360375654845912'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heartsinahurry.blogspot.com/2009/08/farr-man.html' title='FARR MAN.'/><author><name>nina :)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14919975320460159579</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QqLgvlTdwzg/SyzFHJeHRKI/AAAAAAAAAoU/akFDVQYbS7A/S220/DSCN0512.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QqLgvlTdwzg/SpEeKerSlMI/AAAAAAAAAmk/cufTdLGsIA0/s72-c/FLANNEL.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6759275691566176845.post-396766418476324751</id><published>2009-08-24T23:27:00.003+10:00</published><updated>2009-08-24T23:35:51.593+10:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='photographic memoriez'/><title type='text'>good times</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QqLgvlTdwzg/SpKW4M-zINI/AAAAAAAAAm0/xAQ0meje5as/s1600-h/DSCN0326.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QqLgvlTdwzg/SpKW4M-zINI/AAAAAAAAAm0/xAQ0meje5as/s320/DSCN0326.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373523197707886802" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i look weird with eyeliner on LOLOL but i like this pic haha :)&lt;br /&gt;......and that is all.&lt;br /&gt;byebye xo&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6759275691566176845-396766418476324751?l=heartsinahurry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heartsinahurry.blogspot.com/feeds/396766418476324751/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6759275691566176845&amp;postID=396766418476324751' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6759275691566176845/posts/default/396766418476324751'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6759275691566176845/posts/default/396766418476324751'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heartsinahurry.blogspot.com/2009/08/good-times.html' title='good times'/><author><name>nina :)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14919975320460159579</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QqLgvlTdwzg/SyzFHJeHRKI/AAAAAAAAAoU/akFDVQYbS7A/S220/DSCN0512.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QqLgvlTdwzg/SpKW4M-zINI/AAAAAAAAAm0/xAQ0meje5as/s72-c/DSCN0326.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6759275691566176845.post-9190974962891446409</id><published>2009-08-23T15:57:00.015+10:00</published><updated>2009-08-26T17:50:18.422+10:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='nina really needs a life'/><title type='text'>i know what i want, what i need.</title><content type='html'>Hiya :)&lt;br /&gt;Bored haha. And you know what, JUST FOR YOU GUYYYYS. Another 10. hahahaha cos I stopped at 10 last time :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;11. &lt;/span&gt;I used to be really quiet. Like I used to be really reserved and shy, and I wouldn't talk much. And yeah. Now.. I am totally not (...most of the time). I hate getting comments on my report that say "Nina needs to participate more in class discussions" or "Nina is a quiet, conscientious student" LOL. To that I say psshhhh. Like in pass I used to not talk and now I talk too much LOL haha, andy was like "you used to not talk at all and now you don't stop" hahahahah. I'm so cool :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;12.&lt;/span&gt; I get really insecure. I compare myself to others, and I do get pretty self-conscious, though I don't really show it. I guess it's only human. I mean no-one's perfect right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;13.&lt;/span&gt; If you made me chose between shorts and jeans, and dresses and skirts, I'd choose dresses and skirts. Idk why, I just don't feel like I look good in shorts/jeans? LOL. I dunnoo. I feel pretty in dresses hahaha :). I guess that makes me pretty girly.. But I guess the fact that I haven't ever, and don't really ever plan on (unless on like my wedding and when I'm older? LOL) wearing make-up makes up for it (Hahahha pun :). Like omg, heard that year sevens wear eyeliner.. wtf.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;14. &lt;/span&gt;Definitely a romantic. I love love :) I like cheese and corn! LOL. I want a love like The Notebook 8). Yeah I'm a dreamer aren't I :L.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;15.&lt;/span&gt; Pet peeve #1 - untucked shirts LOL. Seriously, I don't like it hahaha. It looks so...untidy. Yuck. Haha :L Not saying that a guy has to like fully tuck his shirt in and look like a douchebag (ps. look up douche. it's funny), just like, yknow, I like it when guys tuck it in but sorta, loosely? Haha, yeah I'm weird xD. I hate it when the untuckedness pokes out from under jumpers too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;16. &lt;/span&gt;I talk to myself a lot.. Like when I regret doing something or other, and I walk away I go "omg wth why didn't you _____", and when someone is around or something I quickly switch to thinking to myself while like smiling on the outside LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;17.&lt;/span&gt; I'd muchh prefer english/art/music to maths/science. I (unlike most people) don't like the idea of having like only 1 right answer, and no other solutions except that one. I'd rather believe that you know, part of the answer is how you interpret the question. And so really, there is no 'wrong' answer, only ones that are more..convinced? than others. Haha did that even make sense :S. Well, yeah. Guess that's why I like (and therefore am slightly better at :L) english, and not maths. :L&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;18. &lt;/span&gt;I think it's always the thought that counts. Like, for presents or whatever, I'd rather a simple, sweet card with a message in it or a scrapbook (which I got on my birthday tyyy lucy trantran ^^) as opposed to like, a big, expensive, flashy present. The gift is in the giver, always. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;19. &lt;/span&gt;With me it's always the smallest things. It's the simple, small things that make my day, or the smallest gestures/actions make me smile. But then, often it's the tiniest, most seemingly insignificant things that upset me most. Because I'm weird like that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;20.&lt;/span&gt; I think too much into the future. I'm scared about leaving school, about other people leaving, about what I'm gonna do when I go to uni, about what I'm gonna &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;be&lt;/span&gt; when I'm older. About whether I'm still going to have certain people in my life lets say 2, 3 years from now. I get really sad alot, because I'm always thinking about losing you. Silly huh? haha&lt;br /&gt;There you go lizzie xD and robertt you poo LOL&lt;br /&gt;WASN'T IT JUST FUN READING THAT? haha :L&lt;br /&gt;-------&lt;br /&gt;Might edit later.. put stuff on.. yeah. gotta shower now so yeah xD&lt;br /&gt;bbl!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&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/6759275691566176845-9190974962891446409?l=heartsinahurry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heartsinahurry.blogspot.com/feeds/9190974962891446409/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6759275691566176845&amp;postID=9190974962891446409' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6759275691566176845/posts/default/9190974962891446409'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6759275691566176845/posts/default/9190974962891446409'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heartsinahurry.blogspot.com/2009/08/hiya-bored-haha.html' title='i know what i want, what i need.'/><author><name>nina :)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14919975320460159579</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QqLgvlTdwzg/SyzFHJeHRKI/AAAAAAAAAoU/akFDVQYbS7A/S220/DSCN0512.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6759275691566176845.post-5599965857831153564</id><published>2009-08-20T21:41:00.008+10:00</published><updated>2009-08-20T22:35:18.109+10:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='randomnut'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='nina'/><title type='text'>TWENTY THINGS</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QqLgvlTdwzg/So1Cv4UDe6I/AAAAAAAAAk8/xzlgDnq4cHY/s1600-h/z199493548.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 225px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QqLgvlTdwzg/So1Cv4UDe6I/AAAAAAAAAk8/xzlgDnq4cHY/s320/z199493548.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5372023320860654498" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&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;&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;&lt;br /&gt;Because you are totally dying to know more about me. /sarcasm&lt;div&gt;Not conceited at all,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'M JUST SO BORED.&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;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;1.&lt;/span&gt; I find it hard to look people in the eye. Well, not everyone. Just, some people.. haha. And I don't know why, it's so baddd though because it totally makes things awkward and stuff.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;2.&lt;/span&gt; I have the weirdest dreams, and like I mean weird. Like last night, I had this dream that someone threw this really giant and painful ball of paper at me, and I opened it up and it said I love you on it. I mean wtf. LOL. So yeah, always the strangest dreams. That is when I can actually remember them.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;3.&lt;/span&gt; I always forget what I'm talking about mid-sentence. Or like, I would like fully have this thing in my head that I'm about to talk about, then I go to open my mouth and say something and I totally forget what I'm gonna say. HAHA yeah I'm suhtoopid&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;4.&lt;/span&gt; I am definitely not a morning person. I wake up reluctantly, and then I'll probably be all pissy and irritable for an hour or 2 haha. But I'm not necessarily a night person.. I dunno what I am, my favourite time of the day is like afternoons-ish, like 2pm or something, so maybe I'm an arvo person. :L&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;5.&lt;/span&gt; I am good at remembering faces. But not-so at names. Like I can recognize people on the street, and think like "Omg, I totally served them at maccas", even if it was a month ago, even if I wasn't even the one who served them. Yeah I'm weird like that :]&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;6. &lt;/span&gt;When I was a kid I always wanted that job handing out the newspapers to all the houses in the neighbourhood. And getting to blow that horn thing LOL.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;7.&lt;/span&gt; I always think I have so much to say, that I could just go on and on talking about deep and meaningful things to people. But when it gets down to it, I'm pretty much lost for words.. or well, I can't bring myself to say much at all. It's teerrible, because I never end up getting to say the things I set out to say, and so never get to do the things I want. I guess that's why I have Xanga.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;8.&lt;/span&gt; I hate confrontation. So I guess it kind of ties into the last thing: I don't like to confront or question anyone, so in the end I hold back what I'm feeling, so much that I am soo drowning in emotions that I silently break down in tears or some crap. Well not anymore, but oh I used to.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;9.&lt;/span&gt; I don't know what love means. I've been trying to figure it out lately, and the only thing I found was that there's different types of it. Doesn't really help though, I still don't know what the hell &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;it&lt;/span&gt; is. I mean there's all the cheesy cliches, but behind all that, what's the meaninggg. Arr.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;10.&lt;/span&gt; I'm always hungry.. And for the rare times that I'm not hungry, if I'm bored, I'll go and look for something to eat LOL. I'm pleasantly surprised I'm not morbidly obese yet. ^^&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Now we can be friends. Ngaw. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hahahahhaa damnn I'm so bored. Btw yeah, in the end I gave up at 10, so yeah, 10 things, ten.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;xoxo&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6759275691566176845-5599965857831153564?l=heartsinahurry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heartsinahurry.blogspot.com/feeds/5599965857831153564/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6759275691566176845&amp;postID=5599965857831153564' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6759275691566176845/posts/default/5599965857831153564'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6759275691566176845/posts/default/5599965857831153564'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heartsinahurry.blogspot.com/2009/08/twenty-things.html' title='TWENTY THINGS'/><author><name>nina :)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14919975320460159579</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QqLgvlTdwzg/SyzFHJeHRKI/AAAAAAAAAoU/akFDVQYbS7A/S220/DSCN0512.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QqLgvlTdwzg/So1Cv4UDe6I/AAAAAAAAAk8/xzlgDnq4cHY/s72-c/z199493548.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6759275691566176845.post-4318836530350585255</id><published>2009-08-16T19:16:00.006+10:00</published><updated>2009-08-16T21:15:58.376+10:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='daily'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lovelovelove'/><title type='text'>I think I'm in love</title><content type='html'>Helloooo.&lt;br /&gt;Bored heh. So I am..blogging, haha. Double post (or, triple?! hahahahaaa) , hopefully. Anywhoo I'm gonna talk about my day, cos you know, that's what you do when you're bored :P Well like my mum was feeling sick so we didn't go church this morning. Woke up at like 10.. ate food.. then went liek shopping for my daddo's birthday on tuesday! Haha so anyways when we like got to the shops I went atm to take out like some money and I didn't expect much to be in my acc, cos you know, yeah, LOL. But like when I checked I had like an extra 100 more bucks than I expected :O So I took out like 50 bucks :]. Mm went looking around.. my mum ended up getting like a cutting-shavey-set-thing for my dad LOL. And guess what I gottttt. I got the sweetest pair of brogues EVERRR. They have heels :) They were $20 :). They are my one true love right now. :) Ahahahah. Hm well tbh like half the shoes/clothes I buy I don't really think about how or where I'd wear them.. I just buy for the sake of it LOL, I'm terrible, I know. haha. So yeah, idk if I'll ever wear them &lt;s&gt;out&lt;/s&gt; but yeah. Heh. Weeell anyways, that's pretty much all that happened that was interesting :L. Oh, I bought earphones too. Cos my phone ones dieddd, so now I have to use my yucky old ipod, which I only stopped using because my headphones kept dying. And yeah, thats a plural. I probably went through like 3 pairs of them.. zzz. Funny thing is, I bought the exact same ones that I kept getting before, that kept like breaking.. LOL oh well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway. I'm gonna go eat dinner.&lt;br /&gt;I'll add onto this later.&lt;br /&gt;And blog on other blogs&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;/EDIT!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/WwVusxLBYXI&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/WwVusxLBYXI&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/XxBoZbX155A&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/XxBoZbX155A&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Omg. I am defff in love. DBSKKKK I LURRVE YOU MARRY ME  ♥♥♥ wahhhh. Seriously LOL, I have never been this obsessed with something asian before (unless you count people? xD). Like omgggg they're so hot D= it's beyond normal. THEY ARE ALL MY LOVES. Especially Hero and Micky..and MAXXX. Even though Max has long hair in Love In The Ice ._. ITS OK BABY, I'LL STILL LOVE YOU NO MATTER WHAT. :D &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Bahahahhahah totally in love.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway. -end fangirl rant-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;:)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6759275691566176845-4318836530350585255?l=heartsinahurry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heartsinahurry.blogspot.com/feeds/4318836530350585255/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6759275691566176845&amp;postID=4318836530350585255' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6759275691566176845/posts/default/4318836530350585255'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6759275691566176845/posts/default/4318836530350585255'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heartsinahurry.blogspot.com/2009/08/of-all-places-we-could-go.html' title='I think I&apos;m in love'/><author><name>nina :)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14919975320460159579</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QqLgvlTdwzg/SyzFHJeHRKI/AAAAAAAAAoU/akFDVQYbS7A/S220/DSCN0512.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6759275691566176845.post-4276351083233706994</id><published>2009-08-15T18:39:00.001+10:00</published><updated>2009-08-15T18:42:13.112+10:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lulzkebabs'/><title type='text'>worth waiting for</title><content type='html'>yay for tumblr :]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6759275691566176845-4276351083233706994?l=heartsinahurry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heartsinahurry.blogspot.com/feeds/4276351083233706994/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6759275691566176845&amp;postID=4276351083233706994' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6759275691566176845/posts/default/4276351083233706994'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6759275691566176845/posts/default/4276351083233706994'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heartsinahurry.blogspot.com/2009/08/worth-waiting-for.html' title='worth waiting for'/><author><name>nina :)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14919975320460159579</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QqLgvlTdwzg/SyzFHJeHRKI/AAAAAAAAAoU/akFDVQYbS7A/S220/DSCN0512.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6759275691566176845.post-7524126265655856634</id><published>2009-08-14T22:50:00.003+10:00</published><updated>2009-08-14T23:42:52.832+10:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='in here'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='daily'/><title type='text'>Every moment that i treasure</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;font-size:180%;" &gt;I'm so tired of dancing around these big words. I just want to be honest with you. But do you think we're ready for that honesty? Because honesty is a big word and it changes things, and it complicates things. Are you sure you're ready for everything that goes along with telling the truth?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I realised many things today :L&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1. That my class is very IMMATUREEE. ie. in science &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2. That playing 44-home with my homies is love :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;3. That boys have d&amp;amp;m's in groups LOL&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;4. That boys throw balls hard. = jarring = unhappy nina :(&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;5. That I have the best most &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;un-embarrassing&lt;/span&gt; friends ever /sarcasm :L&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;6. That it can take the smallest thing to totally bring you down&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;7. That I'm really gonna miss my pass class next yr. *sniffle&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;8. That no matter how much everyone thinks it so, I still have my doubts&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;9. That sometimes it just takes time.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;10. That I am indeed impatient.&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;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6759275691566176845-7524126265655856634?l=heartsinahurry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heartsinahurry.blogspot.com/feeds/7524126265655856634/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6759275691566176845&amp;postID=7524126265655856634' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6759275691566176845/posts/default/7524126265655856634'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6759275691566176845/posts/default/7524126265655856634'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heartsinahurry.blogspot.com/2009/08/every-moment-that-i-treasure.html' title='Every moment that i treasure'/><author><name>nina :)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14919975320460159579</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QqLgvlTdwzg/SyzFHJeHRKI/AAAAAAAAAoU/akFDVQYbS7A/S220/DSCN0512.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6759275691566176845.post-309242528433094059</id><published>2009-08-13T22:11:00.005+10:00</published><updated>2009-08-13T23:35:22.242+10:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='nina really needs a life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='xanga'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='daily'/><title type='text'>REEEEPLAY REPLAY REPLAY</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QqLgvlTdwzg/SoQEvuHSh4I/AAAAAAAAAkM/7_eRlUc0hWU/s1600-h/z195822660.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QqLgvlTdwzg/SoQEvuHSh4I/AAAAAAAAAkM/7_eRlUc0hWU/s320/z195822660.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5369421873611442050" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha hi!&lt;br /&gt;Just felt like blogging :L Prob cos I'm blogging on xanga too, felt like multitasking :D&lt;br /&gt;Sorry bloggerrr, but I think that I just (L) xanga more than you. :O&lt;br /&gt;LOL. Idk hahah, prob cos I kinda get things off my chest and let it out and stuff there, and I can be all lovey-dovey or emooo or happy or whatever. And people get it? haha, idk. People subscribe too :D I love getting randoms's comments. LOL. 200 subs nearly :]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bahahahah anyways, MOVING ON FROM XANGAA. I'm bored.. LOL. Maths test was ehhh, I made heaps of really dumb mistakes though, oh well.. hahaa. Well, yeah I don't really have much to blog about tbh, just felt like blogging something :D I'm so cool. Today was ok :) THAT RHYMES HAHAHA. But I stabbed myself with my badge too many times at work tday.. Like ow much :( And my butt hurts, I have this like green bruise on it LOL T_T Oh well heh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;QUIZ TIME YAY stole it of mabel, HBD (she wont even read this LOL)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ahahah this is for you karen ily LOL :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;1) When you meet the right person, do you fall fast?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Great starting question, getting right into it LOL. Umm it takes time I guess?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;2) Have you ever had your heart broken?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeaah, but the heart is a strong thing :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;3) Are you a romantic?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;4) Do you believe that you can change someone?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mmm I'd like to think so hahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;5) If you could get married anywhere, where would it be?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I dunno, in some really picturesque elegant church or something heh :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;6) Do you easily give in when you are fighting?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Depends how much I believe in my point of argument LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;7) Do you have feelings for someone right now, whether they know or not?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Errr idk :L&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;8) Have you ever wished you could’ve had someone but you messed that up?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm nah not really, I wished for someone but it alas it was not meant to be. No-one's fault of course :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Best&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;1. Male Friend:&lt;/span&gt; Hm I will say, jeff xie and steven, I'm not really close to guys though hahaha LOL. they barely count as guys anyway :D KIDDING&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;2. Female Friend: &lt;/span&gt;F4! And larry, amz, jannice, many others :]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;3. Vacation: &lt;/span&gt;Hmm idk, last time I went overseas, in year 8 I MISS IT :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;4. Memory:&lt;/span&gt; Lotsssss. SCIENCE LESSONS IN YR 9 LAUGHING WITH AMY HAHA. Jump Rope for Heart, pass major (L). HOCKEY. Valentine's day this year,  jeffrey c, LOL haha, good times. Musicaaal. Maths with arrioles in yr 9. Country Fair. Crying in rain last year, + brainstorming ways to move on ie. writing down names on board then rubbing them out violently HAHA LUCY. oh and GONE A-PEEING. LOL. haha, I have lots of memories. That's just the ones I can think of right now&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Worst&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; 1. Time of day:&lt;/span&gt; Hmm probably when I just woke up, and wanna go back to sleepies&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;2. Day of the week&lt;/span&gt;: Hmm.. yeah Saturday.. idk why, haha probably cos it's always boring and uneventful + work&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;3. Food: &lt;/span&gt;....nina loves ALL food. except the yucky stuff, like eyes and liver and organs and yeah LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;4. Memory:&lt;/span&gt; Hmm idk. I treasure them all tbh, good or bad. So yeah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Last&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;1. Person you saw: &lt;/span&gt;My mum ? :L&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;2. Talked to on the phone:&lt;/span&gt; steven for like a minute LOL you tha bomb (Y)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;3. Text:&lt;/span&gt; sister&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;4. Messaged over Facebook? &lt;/span&gt;..Amy/Jannice? LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Today&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;1. What are you doing right now?&lt;/span&gt; thisss&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;2. Wearing?: &lt;/span&gt;Hurlystone trackies + tee and cardi? haha :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;3. Better than yesterday? &lt;/span&gt;Mm meh xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;4. Did you see the person you like?&lt;/span&gt; Yeah, I saw you. yeah thas right YOUU READER/S. ;D love you's :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;5. What’s the weather?&lt;/span&gt; Night-like?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Tomorrow&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;1. Is:&lt;/span&gt; Double science&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;2. Got any plans?&lt;/span&gt; School? :L&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;3. Dislikes about tomorrow: &lt;/span&gt;Hmm.. probably jap LOL, sorry jap people, I just totally have lost my interest in it HOW FREAKY WOULD IT BE IF MS HEWETT SAW THIS LOL. but she won't. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Favorite&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;1. Number:&lt;/span&gt; hmm. 20 :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;2. Song&lt;/span&gt;: Lots and lotsss dear&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;3. Season:&lt;/span&gt; spring (L)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;4. Cartoon:&lt;/span&gt; Arthur :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Currently&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;1. Missing someone:&lt;/span&gt; Mmm nah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;2. Mood:&lt;/span&gt; Tired xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;3. Wanting:&lt;/span&gt; YOU ;D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;4. Listening to:&lt;/span&gt; Nothingg&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; True or False&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I am a morning person&lt;/span&gt;: Veryy false&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I am an only child:&lt;/span&gt; False&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I am currently in my PJ’s:&lt;/span&gt; THEY WILL BE MY PJS, LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I am currently suffering from a broken heart:&lt;/span&gt; False&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I can be paranoid at times:&lt;/span&gt; True&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; I currently regret something that I have done:&lt;/span&gt; False&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I curse frequently:&lt;/span&gt; Tralse&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I enjoy country music:&lt;/span&gt; Indifferent&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I enjoy hip hop:&lt;/span&gt; Tralse&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I enjoy techno/trance: &lt;/span&gt;False&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I enjoy talking on the phone: &lt;/span&gt;Tralse, depends who&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I have a hidden talent: &lt;/span&gt;True ;D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I have a secret that I am ashamed to reveal: &lt;/span&gt;True, haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I have all my grandparents: &lt;/span&gt;False&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I have at least one brother and/or sister: &lt;/span&gt;True, I have 2 in fact&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I have been told that I have an unusual sense of humor: &lt;/span&gt;LOL yeah..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I have changed a diaper: &lt;/span&gt;Narh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I have changed a lot over the past year: &lt;/span&gt;True, yes I have. I have grown :) Emotionally and crap&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; I have done something illegal:&lt;/span&gt; Falsee i think&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; I have had major/minor surgery:&lt;/span&gt; True, mm minor, got bone marrow out for a test when I was like 8.. to see if i had Leukemia? arrr, yeah, I have a scar :D I'LL SHOW YOU IF YOU ASK :D LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; I have had my hair cut within the last 2 months:&lt;/span&gt; Truee&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I have had the cops called on me:&lt;/span&gt; Falsettooo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Single or Taken:&lt;/span&gt; Singleee&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Eye color&lt;/span&gt;: Brown?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Hair: &lt;/span&gt;Black, semi-ranga in the sun (Y) LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Height:&lt;/span&gt; Liek, 155 ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Righty or lefty: &lt;/span&gt;LEFTIE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Can you make a dollar in change right now?&lt;/span&gt; I can make 2, in fact :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, NIGHTTTT&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6759275691566176845-309242528433094059?l=heartsinahurry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heartsinahurry.blogspot.com/feeds/309242528433094059/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6759275691566176845&amp;postID=309242528433094059' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6759275691566176845/posts/default/309242528433094059'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6759275691566176845/posts/default/309242528433094059'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heartsinahurry.blogspot.com/2009/08/reeeeplay-replay-replay.html' title='REEEEPLAY REPLAY REPLAY'/><author><name>nina :)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14919975320460159579</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QqLgvlTdwzg/SyzFHJeHRKI/AAAAAAAAAoU/akFDVQYbS7A/S220/DSCN0512.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QqLgvlTdwzg/SoQEvuHSh4I/AAAAAAAAAkM/7_eRlUc0hWU/s72-c/z195822660.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6759275691566176845.post-8275968266634882476</id><published>2009-08-12T22:14:00.013+10:00</published><updated>2009-08-15T18:41:51.108+10:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='in here'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='daily life'/><title type='text'>like you know whatever</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QqLgvlTdwzg/SoKzRMPgnbI/AAAAAAAAAkE/ufi2qfpNnqg/s1600-h/2458110720_74773705a6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QqLgvlTdwzg/SoKzRMPgnbI/AAAAAAAAAkE/ufi2qfpNnqg/s320/2458110720_74773705a6.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5369050813704478130" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&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;&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;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;"You see two people and you think they belong together, but nothing happens - the thought of losing so much control over personal happiness is unbearable. You love someone, you open yourself up to suffering, and that’s the sad truth. Maybe they’ll break your heart, maybe you’ll break their heart and never be able to look at yourself in the same way. Those are the risks. That’s the burden. Like wings, they have weight, we feel that weight on our backs, but they are a burden that lifts us. Burdens that allow us to fly." - Bones&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Daily inspo. (Y)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(cause I'm too lazy to actually blog)&lt;br /&gt;Oh I'm so going to fail maths tomorrow :(&lt;br /&gt;Ahhh well, I studied quite a lot, (I'd like to think so) therefore hopefully I'll do ok *mouth twitch* :/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mm, bye.&lt;br /&gt;xo&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/6759275691566176845-8275968266634882476?l=heartsinahurry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heartsinahurry.blogspot.com/feeds/8275968266634882476/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6759275691566176845&amp;postID=8275968266634882476' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6759275691566176845/posts/default/8275968266634882476'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6759275691566176845/posts/default/8275968266634882476'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heartsinahurry.blogspot.com/2009/08/something-worth-waiting-for.html' title='like you know whatever'/><author><name>nina :)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14919975320460159579</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QqLgvlTdwzg/SyzFHJeHRKI/AAAAAAAAAoU/akFDVQYbS7A/S220/DSCN0512.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QqLgvlTdwzg/SoKzRMPgnbI/AAAAAAAAAkE/ufi2qfpNnqg/s72-c/2458110720_74773705a6.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6759275691566176845.post-8151897570337634190</id><published>2009-08-10T21:24:00.005+10:00</published><updated>2009-08-10T21:40:21.089+10:00</updated><title type='text'>just want to cry now</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; font-style: italic;font-size:180%;" &gt;Staring through a window, standing outside, they're just too happy to care tonight. I want to be like them. But I'll mess it up again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Sometimes I feel so full of love, it just comes spilling out. It's uncomfortable to see, I give it away so easily. But if I had someone I would do anything. I'd never, never, ever let you feel alone. I won't, I won't leave you, on your own.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:georgia;font-size:210%;"  &gt;But who am I to dream? 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float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 234px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QqLgvlTdwzg/SoAFZbkDh-I/AAAAAAAAAjc/JIO501VW5YI/s320/z187900383.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368296690279483362" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QqLgvlTdwzg/SoAFaC1BrOI/AAAAAAAAAj0/dCHGLHgzUOI/s1600-h/z193697053.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QqLgvlTdwzg/SoAFaC1BrOI/AAAAAAAAAj0/dCHGLHgzUOI/s320/z193697053.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368296700819647714" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6759275691566176845-8151897570337634190?l=heartsinahurry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heartsinahurry.blogspot.com/feeds/8151897570337634190/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6759275691566176845&amp;postID=8151897570337634190' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6759275691566176845/posts/default/8151897570337634190'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6759275691566176845/posts/default/8151897570337634190'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heartsinahurry.blogspot.com/2009/08/staring-through-window-standing-outside.html' title='just want to cry now'/><author><name>nina :)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14919975320460159579</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QqLgvlTdwzg/SyzFHJeHRKI/AAAAAAAAAoU/akFDVQYbS7A/S220/DSCN0512.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QqLgvlTdwzg/SoAFaYr6OZI/AAAAAAAAAj8/lRP9MiSRRcU/s72-c/dontknowanything.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6759275691566176845.post-8303137618368114867</id><published>2009-08-09T22:49:00.006+10:00</published><updated>2009-08-09T23:53:49.053+10:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='in here'/><title type='text'>"Est-ce que tu m'aimes vraiment?" ngaw. :L</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QqLgvlTdwzg/Sn7G3FauJSI/AAAAAAAAAjM/5pcf9WyT4rI/s1600-h/z194784216.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; 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So work wasn't that bad after all.&lt;br /&gt;I'm slowly getting more and more shifts though hm..&lt;br /&gt;Ah well, $$.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WELL. I have to go finish ag. Idk why I'm even blogging now there's like no point :L&lt;br /&gt;TODAY I WENT SHOPPING AND DIDN'T BUY ANYTHING. Miracle, right? Haha. Man, I'm losing myself. Like all the things that I used to love don't..interest me anymore? Zz. I dunno why, but I'd like to get back to being myself now :( Garrh. Wtf is happening to meee. HELUPP. I hope I am not headed into another breakdown. Cos I can't handle those. The last time.. rawr the last time was awful. Don't want another. Save me. Yeah you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GAH. GOING. BYE&lt;br /&gt;x&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6759275691566176845-8303137618368114867?l=heartsinahurry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heartsinahurry.blogspot.com/feeds/8303137618368114867/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6759275691566176845&amp;postID=8303137618368114867' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6759275691566176845/posts/default/8303137618368114867'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6759275691566176845/posts/default/8303137618368114867'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heartsinahurry.blogspot.com/2009/08/est-ce-que-tu-maimes-vraiment-ngaw-l.html' title='&quot;Est-ce que tu m&apos;aimes vraiment?&quot; ngaw. :L'/><author><name>nina :)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14919975320460159579</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QqLgvlTdwzg/SyzFHJeHRKI/AAAAAAAAAoU/akFDVQYbS7A/S220/DSCN0512.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QqLgvlTdwzg/Sn7G3FauJSI/AAAAAAAAAjM/5pcf9WyT4rI/s72-c/z194784216.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6759275691566176845.post-6053899652618503182</id><published>2009-08-08T21:35:00.003+10:00</published><updated>2009-08-08T21:50:12.089+10:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='everyday'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='workkk'/><title type='text'>happy 150th post nina (Y)</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'courier new';"&gt;"At some point you just get used to being alone. You get used to relying on yourself and nobody else; you get used to the solitude, you get used to making every single decision on your own with no other around to influence you. You get used to it, you get used to loving yourself and no-one else. But what happens when all that is mixed and muddled about with the arrival of someone new?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Today was ehhh. Woke up at like 10:30. Went city at like 2 to return sister's book at UTS Library. Cute guy smiled at me at the pedestrian crossings :D. Was 15 minutes late for work. Karma then, stayed back 15 extra minutes unknowingly after work. Got home. Ate food. Now here, bored :L &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I have to sleep early tonight, because i have work at 6 in the morning tomorrows. WHY DID I AGREE TO THIS ARRGH. :( Oh well I need the money. Seeing as I went over my cap badly... See it's $150 cap yeah? Well I have used $179.75... :| LOL. Oh wells, worth it, worth it :L. So, 6 hours of work in the morning tomorrow. Waking up at dawn, leaving the house when it's still dark out and being super duper uber cold. YAY. :) (totally a forced smile. but whatevers. I will be happy tomorrow morning. Even if I have to tape a smile on my face. LOL.) CAP RESTARTS TOMORROW. And also..... idk LOL. OMFG have to do ag too.. tomorrow. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;In conclusion, YAY FOR TOMORROW.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;bye!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6759275691566176845-6053899652618503182?l=heartsinahurry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heartsinahurry.blogspot.com/feeds/6053899652618503182/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6759275691566176845&amp;postID=6053899652618503182' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6759275691566176845/posts/default/6053899652618503182'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6759275691566176845/posts/default/6053899652618503182'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heartsinahurry.blogspot.com/2009/08/happy-150th-post-nina-y.html' title='happy 150th post nina (Y)'/><author><name>nina :)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14919975320460159579</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QqLgvlTdwzg/SyzFHJeHRKI/AAAAAAAAAoU/akFDVQYbS7A/S220/DSCN0512.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6759275691566176845.post-2160666566261272675</id><published>2009-08-06T19:42:00.002+10:00</published><updated>2009-08-06T20:19:23.613+10:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='nina really needs a life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='everyday'/><title type='text'>I'M SORRY KAREN I HAD TO DO IT :D</title><content type='html'>(1) Shoe Size: 7 and a half :)&lt;br /&gt;(2) Straight/gay/bi?: Uhh straight&lt;br /&gt;(3) Single? Yesirree&lt;br /&gt;(4) Want to be: Yeah, happy :)&lt;br /&gt;(5) Your birthday: March 20th !&lt;br /&gt;(6) Age You Wish You Were: ....I like this one heh&lt;br /&gt;(7) Your height: ..Like 154cm LOL :(&lt;br /&gt;(9) The color of your eyes: Brown&lt;br /&gt;(10) The color of your hair: Black with a Red/Purple/Ranga/Brown tinge D:&lt;br /&gt;(11) Piercings? Earies&lt;br /&gt;(12) Tattoos? Noope&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;D O Y O U . . .&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(13) Smoke? No&lt;br /&gt;(14) Do drugs? No&lt;br /&gt;(15) Read the newspaper? Not really&lt;br /&gt;(16) Pray? Yep&lt;br /&gt;(17) Talk to strangers? Sometimes? :L&lt;br /&gt;(18) Take walks in the rain? Depends I guess&lt;br /&gt;(19) Drive? Nop&lt;br /&gt;(20) Like to drive fast? Yeah, I live my life in the fast lane brah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;H A V E Y O U E V E R . .&lt;br /&gt;(21) Hurt yourself? Yes&lt;br /&gt;(22) Been out of the country? No&lt;br /&gt;(23) Been in love? Define love&lt;br /&gt;(24) Done drugs? Not the illegal ones :)&lt;br /&gt;(25) Gone skinny dipping? No&lt;br /&gt;(26) Had a surgery? Yeah&lt;br /&gt;(27) Ran away from home? No&lt;br /&gt;(28) Played strip poker? No :L&lt;br /&gt;(29) Gotten beaten up? No&lt;br /&gt;(30) Been picked on? Yeah&lt;br /&gt;(31) Been on stage? Yess&lt;br /&gt;(32) Slept outdoors? Year 8 Camp anyone? :D&lt;br /&gt;(33) Had a best friend? Yep&lt;br /&gt;(34) Pulled an all-nighter? Not a full one &lt;br /&gt;(35) If yes, what is your record? Like 3:30/4 LOL I fail I know &lt;br /&gt;(36) Talked on the phone all night? Nope&lt;br /&gt;(37) Slept together with the opposite sex without actually having sex? ..No&lt;br /&gt;(38) Slept all day? Nearly&lt;br /&gt;(39) Killed someone? Nope&lt;br /&gt;(40) Made out with a stranger? No.&lt;br /&gt;(41) Had sex with a stranger? No.&lt;br /&gt;(42) Kissed the same sex? On the cheek? LOL&lt;br /&gt;(43) Done anything sexual with the same sex? ..No&lt;br /&gt;(44) Been betrayed? In a way&lt;br /&gt;(45) Broken the law? No&lt;br /&gt;(46) Met a famous person? No&lt;br /&gt;(47) Been on radio/TV ? Nope&lt;br /&gt;(48) Been in a mosh-pit? SOCIAAL LOL&lt;br /&gt;(49) Had a nervous breakdown? Yep&lt;br /&gt;(50) Been criticized about your sexual performance? ...No&lt;br /&gt;(51) Had a dream that kept coming back? Yeah&lt;br /&gt;(52) Shoe brand? err... I love Billy (H)&lt;br /&gt;(53) What are you normally wearing to school/work? Winter Uniform (Y)&lt;br /&gt;(54) Wear hats? Only at work&lt;br /&gt;(55) Judge other people by their clothing? No....t entirely&lt;br /&gt;(56) Wear make-up? Never&lt;br /&gt;(57) Favorite places to shop? Anywhere with sales 8)&lt;br /&gt;(58) Favorite article of clothing? Manyy hahahha :)&lt;br /&gt;(59) Are you trendy? I'd like to think I am but I'm quite lame too so I guess I'm normal :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;B E L I E F S&lt;br /&gt;(60) Believe in life on other planets?: Nope&lt;br /&gt;(61) Miracles?: Yeah&lt;br /&gt;(62) Astrology? Nah but it's interesting to read :L&lt;br /&gt;(63) Magic?: Nahh&lt;br /&gt;(64) God?: Yeah&lt;br /&gt;(65) Satan?: Yes&lt;br /&gt;(67) Ghosts?: I guess&lt;br /&gt;(68) Luck?: Yes&lt;br /&gt;(69) Love at first sight?: I believe in love?&lt;br /&gt;(70) Yin and Yang?: Yeahh&lt;br /&gt;(71) Witches?: Nah&lt;br /&gt;(72) Easter bunny?: Nope&lt;br /&gt;(73) Believe it's possible to remain faithful forever?: Yeaah&lt;br /&gt;(74) Believe there's a pot of gold at the end of the rainbow?: Yep :)&lt;br /&gt;(75) Do you wish on stars? Yes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;L O V E and all that J A Z Z&lt;br /&gt;(76) Did you get frightened or uncomfortable seeing that as a section title?: Yeah tbh LOL&lt;br /&gt;(77) Do you remember your first love?: I'm not sure it was but for the sake of this then sure&lt;br /&gt;(78) Still love him/her?: Not in that way?&lt;br /&gt;(79) Do you consider love a mistake? Never ever&lt;br /&gt;(80) What do you find romantic?: Chivalry 8)&lt;br /&gt;(81) Turn-on? Manners :P kindness&lt;br /&gt;(82) Turn-off? Apathy I guess&lt;br /&gt;(83) Do you base your judgement on looks alone: Noope&lt;br /&gt;(84) Have you ever wished it was more "socially acceptable" for a girl to ask a guy out?: Hmm to be fair yeah, but I probably wouldn't ever cos I'm a chicken :L&lt;br /&gt;(85) Have you ever been romantically attracted to someone physically unattractive?: ..No, everyone is beautiful in their own way =)&lt;br /&gt;(86) Do you think the opposite sex finds you good looking? Dunno do I, I'm not a guy LOL. &lt;br /&gt;(87) What is best about the opposite sex? I agree with Ebs heh. But I guess it's how they can make you smile in a way no-one else can :) (Yes I'm smiling LOL)&lt;br /&gt;(88) What's the last present someone gave you? .....Honestly can't remember anything til way back then on my bday LOLL&lt;br /&gt;(89) Are you in love? Love takes time :O &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;W H O W A S T H E L A S T P E R S O N . . .&lt;br /&gt;(90) You laughed at? Mattie..idk why, FOR BEING GAY HA HA&lt;br /&gt;(91) Make you cry? Someone?&lt;br /&gt;(92) Hold your hand? Honestly cannot remember. :( LOL&lt;br /&gt;(93) Tell you a joke? Err idk&lt;br /&gt;(94) Tell you they loved you? NO ONE LOVES ME :'(&lt;br /&gt;(95) Call you?: Sister&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;HAHA that was fun :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway. today was an a-ok day xD. We had double science and we like had prac the whole time, which is like a first cos it was actually fun :O LOL. We like had some experiment with banana and its DNA and we got to mash up bananas and mix in detergent and ethanol and stuff and yeah 8). Recess ... OH we were like talking about our ag assignment, AND WE TOTALLY HAVE SOMETHING NOW. It's gonna be awesome :D. Then geooo was... Oh geo comp thing. = uber boringg. But me and Amy were sharing answers. Because sharing is caring (a) heheh. Maths = zz. OH got free cake at lunch :) jap was boring, soccer in pass. It was fun I guess xD GOT HIT BY THE BALL MANY TIMES THOUGH :( Why do balls have to be so attracted to me? -sigh- HAH. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mufti day tomorrows.. I dunno what to wear LOL. Jeans obviously xD&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hmmmmm. Well I better go and write up script thing for ag :P&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;BYEEEE.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;xo&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6759275691566176845-2160666566261272675?l=heartsinahurry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heartsinahurry.blogspot.com/feeds/2160666566261272675/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6759275691566176845&amp;postID=2160666566261272675' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6759275691566176845/posts/default/2160666566261272675'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6759275691566176845/posts/default/2160666566261272675'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heartsinahurry.blogspot.com/2009/08/im-sorry-karen-i-had-to-do-it-d.html' title='I&apos;M SORRY KAREN I HAD TO DO IT :D'/><author><name>nina :)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14919975320460159579</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QqLgvlTdwzg/SyzFHJeHRKI/AAAAAAAAAoU/akFDVQYbS7A/S220/DSCN0512.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6759275691566176845.post-3448335481090505817</id><published>2009-08-03T23:14:00.007+10:00</published><updated>2009-08-03T23:56:42.320+10:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='nina really needs a life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='everyday'/><title type='text'>FEELS LIKE A BATTLEFIELDDD</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QqLgvlTdwzg/SnbrfDcY03I/AAAAAAAAAik/8v0kYy5nWSY/s1600-h/z197475133.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 192px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QqLgvlTdwzg/SnbrfDcY03I/AAAAAAAAAik/8v0kYy5nWSY/s320/z197475133.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5365734924791370610" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HEYTHERE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel like blogging :)&lt;br /&gt;Hmm. Probably cos I'm like on a high. Because I &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;finallyyyyyyyyyy&lt;/span&gt; finished english speech. LOL. Hopefully I'm not gonna do it on Wednesday though.. cos my throat is seriously like acting up and I'm all coughy coughy, and so therefore I will probably have numerous coughing fits whilst attempting my speech, because I'll be so nervous I won't be able to breathe so then I will start choking and coughing. (Y) LOL. Oh and I will be much much more comfortable doing my speech in front of 10O. Cos I love you guys like that :D heheh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OMG I have to show you guys something HAHA. Well cos we're doing coaching in PASS atm, and yeah we're gonna (ME SHIRLS AND CEE :D) be doing ours tomorrow. So I decided to like you know get uber pro awards for uber pro's :) LOL. Ps. We're doing hockey (Y)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QqLgvlTdwzg/SnbmGZsbAUI/AAAAAAAAAic/0Q0fiugbzBI/s1600-h/LOLOLOL.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 241px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QqLgvlTdwzg/SnbmGZsbAUI/AAAAAAAAAic/0Q0fiugbzBI/s320/LOLOLOL.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5365729003709333826" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AHAHAHAHHAHAA. :D:D:D It's so prettyful and yeah ^^&lt;br /&gt;I'm so gonna miss pass class next year :( PE is gonna be so gay without Shirls! And Ann! AND JEFF OMG LOLL. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway. Hahahahahah can't get over that ^ xD&lt;br /&gt;Hmmmm. I dunno what to talk about, haha :L&lt;br /&gt;OMG Jeans for Genes Day on..Friday?&lt;br /&gt;= IDK WHAT TO WEAR. LOLLL.&lt;br /&gt;Jeans, obviously :)&lt;br /&gt;hmm.... *thinks* haha ok NOT TELLING. LOL. Man are you bored yet reader/s? xD What a crappy blog :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok I am bored, LOL. Going to bed bed now :)&lt;br /&gt;Goodnight my dears ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xox&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6759275691566176845-3448335481090505817?l=heartsinahurry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heartsinahurry.blogspot.com/feeds/3448335481090505817/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6759275691566176845&amp;postID=3448335481090505817' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6759275691566176845/posts/default/3448335481090505817'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6759275691566176845/posts/default/3448335481090505817'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heartsinahurry.blogspot.com/2009/08/feels-like-battlefielddd.html' title='FEELS LIKE A BATTLEFIELDDD'/><author><name>nina :)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14919975320460159579</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QqLgvlTdwzg/SyzFHJeHRKI/AAAAAAAAAoU/akFDVQYbS7A/S220/DSCN0512.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QqLgvlTdwzg/SnbrfDcY03I/AAAAAAAAAik/8v0kYy5nWSY/s72-c/z197475133.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6759275691566176845.post-5475799837017056467</id><published>2009-07-28T19:59:00.001+10:00</published><updated>2009-07-28T20:01:58.773+10:00</updated><title type='text'> </title><content type='html'>MY EYES HURT&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6759275691566176845-5475799837017056467?l=heartsinahurry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heartsinahurry.blogspot.com/feeds/5475799837017056467/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6759275691566176845&amp;postID=5475799837017056467' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6759275691566176845/posts/default/5475799837017056467'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6759275691566176845/posts/default/5475799837017056467'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heartsinahurry.blogspot.com/2009/07/my-eyes-hurt.html' title='&amp;nbsp;'/><author><name>nina :)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14919975320460159579</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QqLgvlTdwzg/SyzFHJeHRKI/AAAAAAAAAoU/akFDVQYbS7A/S220/DSCN0512.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6759275691566176845.post-6510271998692245822</id><published>2009-07-26T20:51:00.007+10:00</published><updated>2009-07-26T21:32:29.760+10:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='nina really needs to get a move on LOL'/><title type='text'>uh oh where's my uniform</title><content type='html'>LET'S REVISIT AN OLD FRIEND.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;s&gt;Finish reading english novel (LOL.)&lt;/s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Re-read english novel, then start speech.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Finish speech. ha.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Ag assignment.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Organise PASS assignment.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;s&gt;Finish learning Love Hurts - Yiruma on piano. As in memorise :)&lt;/s&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;s&gt;Somehow find sheets to and learn Rescued - Jack's Mannequin on piano.&lt;/s&gt; (well i dont really know it all yet :P)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Learn other pretty pianoey songs (any suggestions?)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;s&gt;Learn more so&lt;/s&gt;ngs on guitar! (like I really need to stop learning Taylor Swift songs. They're all the same.)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Read sister's prelim Chemistry &amp;amp; Biology books&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Clean room. (finish cleaning room. haha)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;s&gt;Clean out wardrobe, get rid of clothes I know I don't and won't wear but still keep just for the sake of it.&lt;/s&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;s&gt;Get a haircut.&lt;/s&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Do something drastic, make a change.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Not get in too deep&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;....STUFF I PROBABLY SHOULDN'T HAVE DONE BUT DID:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;DIY hairdye. No-no. But it's faded/ing anyway so eh&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Bought clothing. And shoes. And bags. = Poor, = No-no.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Singstar-ed. High School Musical Sing it (Y) bahah&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Not done jap. LOLS&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Gone out as many times as I did&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Drama-ed all day.. for many days :L&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;SAT ON THE COUCH WATCHING NATURALLY SADIE LIKE A FAT LARD&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;LOL. yeah.. I shouldn't have loled as much too :P&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div&gt;ANYWAY I'M OFF.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;oceans :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;byes!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;ps.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; "Sometimes it just takes patience for everything to happen. You won't get respect in just one day, you can't be in love with someone that you just met and you won't be able to forgive yourself in a second. I've learned that helping people is good, but helping someone too much won't let them grow. You grow by making mistakes, getting hurt, and learning from your regrets. Thoughts are there to help guide you to your decision. It's you that has to take that first step into the pathway of happiness. It's your doing that makes you who you are. Don't assume, get your facts straight. That is what messes up a lot of people. There's always the true story and reasoning behind everything. We are all different, but have one thing in common, we all want happiness. It is like we're all trying to fight for it, trying to get what we want and it makes us forget the whole reason why we wanted it in the first place. Nobody said life is going to be easy; life is what you make of it. Change for the better, don't change for someone else. Change for yourself. Don't be selfish. Don't limit yourself from doing things just because you don't think you can make it through. Remember - time isn't going to wait for you, so make the best of it."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;(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/6759275691566176845-6510271998692245822?l=heartsinahurry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heartsinahurry.blogspot.com/feeds/6510271998692245822/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6759275691566176845&amp;postID=6510271998692245822' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6759275691566176845/posts/default/6510271998692245822'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6759275691566176845/posts/default/6510271998692245822'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heartsinahurry.blogspot.com/2009/07/uh-oh-wheres-my-uniform.html' title='uh oh where&apos;s my uniform'/><author><name>nina :)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14919975320460159579</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QqLgvlTdwzg/SyzFHJeHRKI/AAAAAAAAAoU/akFDVQYbS7A/S220/DSCN0512.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6759275691566176845.post-6787810319185599370</id><published>2009-07-23T21:52:00.003+10:00</published><updated>2009-07-23T23:03:06.873+10:00</updated><title type='text'>haven't done one of these in... a while :P</title><content type='html'>Name?: Nina&lt;br /&gt;Age?: 15&lt;br /&gt;Height?: like.. 155cm&lt;br /&gt;Weight?: 46 or something not really sure tbh LOL&lt;br /&gt;Birthday?: 20th March 94&lt;br /&gt;Birthplace?: Somewhere in the phils :L&lt;br /&gt;Current Location?: Home&lt;br /&gt;School/Grade?: Hurlystone, yr 10 repz&lt;br /&gt;Zodiac Sign?: Pisces&lt;br /&gt;Chinese Zodiac Sign?: Dog&lt;br /&gt;Righty or Lefty?: Lefty&lt;br /&gt;Haircolor?: Blackkk. actually it's kinda got a reddy tinge..cos I dyed it.. LOL AND IT WAS FAIL&lt;br /&gt;Eyecolor?: Uber dark brown&lt;br /&gt;Skin Color?: Healthy Tan (H)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;About You&lt;br /&gt;What's Your Family Situation (Parents, Siblings, etc)?: Mum, Dad, 2 older sisterrs&lt;br /&gt;Any Pets?: Used to have fish.. HAD SEAMONKEYS BUT I ACCIDENTALLY DROPPED THEM ON MY CARPET D=&lt;br /&gt;If So What Are They?: -&lt;br /&gt;Favorite Relative?: Me :)&lt;br /&gt;Least Favorite Relative?: ....blank :L&lt;br /&gt;What's Your Heritage/Race?: Filo-o-fish&lt;br /&gt;Political Affilation?: Errr, meh idc to be honest..LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love &amp;amp; Sex&lt;br /&gt;Sexuality?: Straight as a pin :]&lt;br /&gt;Are You In A Relationship Now?: Course, with you ;D&lt;br /&gt;If So, With Whom?: with myself :)&lt;br /&gt;For How Long?: Forevers&lt;br /&gt;Are You In Love?: yeah, his name is Zac Efron :P&lt;br /&gt;Do You Have A Crush On Anyone?: define crush ROFL&lt;br /&gt;Ever Had A Crush On Someone Of The Same Sex?: ....er no&lt;br /&gt;How Old Were You When You Had Your First Kiss?: like 1 day old, I hope LOL!&lt;br /&gt;Virgin?: Yessir&lt;br /&gt;If Not, How Old Were You When You Had Sex For The First Time?: N/A&lt;br /&gt;Was It Enjoyable?: ....noLOL&lt;br /&gt;What's The Farthest You've Ever Gone?: I hit a home run playing softball once when I was in primary school, so pretty far :P&lt;br /&gt;Where Do You Most Like To Be Kissed?: IN THE HEART LOLL&lt;br /&gt;Best Love Quote?: Can't decide :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your Friends&lt;br /&gt;Best?: YOU. nah, well you know who you's are :)&lt;br /&gt;How Many Do You Have?: A heap&lt;br /&gt;More Guys Or Girls?: Girls&lt;br /&gt;Love Them All?: Yup (L)&lt;br /&gt;Any You Wish You Were Closer To?: Yeah&lt;br /&gt;Oldest?: I dunnos.. kinda lost contact with primary peeps. I'd say Aashy poo :)&lt;br /&gt;Newest?: People from this year aka cc, noha, etc&lt;br /&gt;Pen Pal?: Nonee&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friends And Words&lt;br /&gt;Pen: err&lt;br /&gt;Flower: Anything with a nice scent&lt;br /&gt;Pink: Hey if a guy can pull it off good on him :P&lt;br /&gt;Window: For every door that closes, a window opens :)&lt;br /&gt;Heart: Lurrrve&lt;br /&gt;Mother: Father LOL&lt;br /&gt;Bread: Peanut butter and jelly :]&lt;br /&gt;Insane: Crazy and Illogical&lt;br /&gt;Sunglasses: Wayfarers&lt;br /&gt;Pimp: Someone comes to mind but I won't say.&lt;br /&gt;Cross: A line.&lt;br /&gt;Lonely: I'm so loooonelyyy, I have noboddddyyy (8) :L&lt;br /&gt;Car: VW beatle ROFL&lt;br /&gt;Music: Teardrops on my guitar :L Expressing yourself, being heard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This Or That&lt;br /&gt;Boxers or Briefs?: idc LOL&lt;br /&gt;Thongs or G-Strings?: Thongs....for my feetsies&lt;br /&gt;Shorts or Pants?: Depends&lt;br /&gt;Shoes or Barefeet?: Shoess&lt;br /&gt;Books or Movies?: Depends&lt;br /&gt;Night or Day?: Night. Sunset :)&lt;br /&gt;Dark or Light?: Light&lt;br /&gt;Mountains or Beach?: Beach&lt;br /&gt;Snow or Sun?: Sun&lt;br /&gt;Pepsi or Coke?: Coke&lt;br /&gt;Guys or Girls?: Guys ;D&lt;br /&gt;Swim or Surf?: Boogie Boarding &gt;:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For or Against&lt;br /&gt;Relationships?: Indifferent&lt;br /&gt;Gay Marriage?: Each to their own, I guess&lt;br /&gt;Abortion?: Against&lt;br /&gt;Suicide?: Against.. but it can't be blamed sometimes :/&lt;br /&gt;War?: Sometimes it's needed I guess.. But usually tens, hundreds, thousands die for nothing.&lt;br /&gt;Pants?: Against ;)&lt;br /&gt;Clothes In General?: Against ;)&lt;br /&gt;Penises?: for (Y) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Favorites&lt;br /&gt;Color?: Yellow, dark blue, cream&lt;br /&gt;Number?: 20 :L&lt;br /&gt;Holiday?: The ones at the end of the year/beginning :P&lt;br /&gt;Season?: Spring and Autumn..And summer...and winter LOL.&lt;br /&gt;Movie?: Transformers, Finding Nemo and omg, The Lion King&lt;br /&gt;Book?: This Lullaby - Sarah Dessen&lt;br /&gt;Magazine?: Don't read em much anymores. Used to buy like, InStyle, Frankie, Shop til You Drop :L&lt;br /&gt;Food?: hahahhhaha pho LOL. Anything really :)&lt;br /&gt;Drink?: Anything S=sweet&lt;br /&gt;TV Show?: Manyy&lt;br /&gt;Song?: Lots, anything with meaning.&lt;br /&gt;Band?: Many&lt;br /&gt;Computer Game?: Cooking mama 8)&lt;br /&gt;Video Game?: ...^&lt;br /&gt;Anime/Manga?: ...n/a&lt;br /&gt;Shirt?: Yours ;D LOLSS&lt;br /&gt;Pants?: Skinnies from Dotti, Levi's, Pipes by Lee.&lt;br /&gt;Actor?: Probs Johnny Depp, &lt;br /&gt;Actress?: Hmm. Drew Barrymore? Idk :L&lt;br /&gt;Singer?: Guy from Secondhand Serenade :), Juliet Simms&lt;br /&gt;Flower?: Something that smells sweet&lt;br /&gt;Scent?: Flowers :P&lt;br /&gt;Animal?: idkkk&lt;br /&gt;Cookie?: White Choc and macadamia from Subway&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Future&lt;br /&gt;Want To Go To College?: Yep&lt;br /&gt;What Do You Want To Be When You Grow Up?: Happy&lt;br /&gt;Want To Get Married?: Yep&lt;br /&gt;Want To Have Kids?: Yep&lt;br /&gt;What Would Their Names Be?: Annabelle or Juliette&lt;br /&gt;How Many?: 2, 3, 4 LOL idk.&lt;br /&gt;Where Do You Want To Live?: Anywhere serene and homely &lt;br /&gt;Where Do You Want To Get Married?: Anywhere beautiful, but then again it doesn't even matter where :)&lt;br /&gt;How Do You Want To Die?: Peacefully..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;More Stuff About You&lt;br /&gt;Piercings?: Ears&lt;br /&gt;Tattoos?: Nope&lt;br /&gt;Smoke?: Never&lt;br /&gt;Drink?: No&lt;br /&gt;Do Drugs?: No&lt;br /&gt;Skinny Dip?: ...no&lt;br /&gt;Greatest Fear?: Bugs flying at your face and/or going in your mouth aka accidentally eating them in your sleep!!! -panics- &lt;div&gt;Chocolate or Vanilla?: Strawberry&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Icecream? Cookies and cream &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Go To Church?: Yeah &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Religion?: Christian&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Scars?: Oil burns from maccas.. Fry basket burn.. scars from nasty falls, etc&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;CDs Owned?: Some&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Collections?: Used to collect 50-cent coins but I ended up spending them all LOL!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Naked?: err&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ever Eaten Sushi?: Yes yum  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;An Entire Case Of Oreos?: Nopes &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Been On Stage?: Yep&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Danced In The Rain?: Yeah K&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;issed Someone Of The Same Sex?: On the cheek? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Weirdest Dream?: All of them :L &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Best Dream?: Some. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Saddest Dream?: Idk. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Dream You Most Wish Would Come True?: I dunno, being happy I suppose &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Think You're Attractive?: Not in the slightest :L&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Shoplifted?: No &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Been Caught "Doing Something"?: doing WHAT, that is the question haha&lt;br /&gt;Weirdest Makeout Place?: in the middle of church LOL not that it's happened, just naming the weirdest place :L&lt;br /&gt;Like Thunderstorms?: Not at all :/&lt;br /&gt;Favorite Shoes?: Heels :) i have a tonne&lt;br /&gt;Favorite Quote?: &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Helvetica; font-size: 12px; "&gt;And sometimes when your mind gets going, you just can't seem to get it to stop. It's like never-ending spinning, going around and around, thinking about those things you don't really want to know about yourself. But you can't get it to stop. The thoughts just clog your mind, your every movement. You can't do anything without thinking, and eventually, you just don't want to think anymore, but really, it's all you've got. &lt;/span&gt;(the font is different i know :L)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Best Advice Given?: Life goes on I guess&lt;br /&gt;Worst Advice Given?: Idk&lt;br /&gt;Favorite Song Lyric?: Sell me out I'm yesterdays old news, phrases left on paper black ink bleeding through the pages where we made our history. Call me foolish I feel helpless.&lt;br /&gt;What Quote Says Most About Your Life?: Dunno&lt;br /&gt;What Would you Like to Say to your Love Right Now?: I don't know who you are just yet, but when I do I swear I will never let you go :)&lt;br /&gt;Glad This Is Over?: Not really, now I'm bored, and left to think about stuff this survey actually got my mind off. Ah well&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;BYES&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6759275691566176845-6787810319185599370?l=heartsinahurry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heartsinahurry.blogspot.com/feeds/6787810319185599370/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6759275691566176845&amp;postID=6787810319185599370' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6759275691566176845/posts/default/6787810319185599370'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6759275691566176845/posts/default/6787810319185599370'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heartsinahurry.blogspot.com/2009/07/havent-done-one-of-these-in-while-p.html' title='haven&apos;t done one of these in... a while :P'/><author><name>nina :)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14919975320460159579</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QqLgvlTdwzg/SyzFHJeHRKI/AAAAAAAAAoU/akFDVQYbS7A/S220/DSCN0512.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6759275691566176845.post-3352843980902628968</id><published>2009-07-22T22:29:00.003+10:00</published><updated>2009-07-22T23:48:37.816+10:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='in here'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='holidays'/><title type='text'>day...-holidays-nearly-over?</title><content type='html'>LOL i lost count xD&lt;div&gt;Anyways, omgsh watched Harry Potter HBP, and omggggg I reckon (apart from the total lack of awesome action-y battle scenes D:) IT WAS &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;AWESOMEEEE&lt;/span&gt; LADS. :) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*chick rant time*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;OMG OMG OMG ! CORMACK MCLAGGIN IS MCGORGEOUS LOL! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yeah anyways, today I went Livo with my familayye. And I got these super awesome heels for $30 :] LOL they are a bit big though.... oh well :) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Also.... oh today, I have reached a milestone in my english assignment.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;I FOUND MY NOVEL WOO!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;  ahahah, I am so proud of myself. 8D LOLS. Now I just have to finish reading it... maybe read it again...start speech..finish speech..LOL. Arr stupid book --" Oh well I'll bs :) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;I'm borrrred there's nothing to blog about :L &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hm well if you don't mind me ranting. I found out something recently, and it really got me thinking. Well, it got me pretty annoyed, and just, yeah. I mean It's not like it's completely unexpected or anything, tbh it's something I've known you to do, but it's just, it's not right and it's upsetting that you keep doing this same thing over and over again. Goshh dude. Do you ever learn? Do you know what you're doing? You need to stop. We've tried and tried to tell you that you're going too far and it's like.. it's like you're just not listening! I mean I've gotten over it, you did it to me and I got pretty upset but well yeah, I moved on with it. I gave you another chance to show me that you could be trusted. But you did it again. To someone who didn't deserve it at all How could you do that =/ Did you think that it would mean nothing to tell him? Why did you do it? Because you want him all to yourself? Because you like him? WHY THE HELL WOULD YOU DO THAT TO YOUR FRIEND. Goshhh. -.-" Gah. Ok I better stop now before I go over the edge and say not-very-nice things. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;BYE GUYS.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6759275691566176845-3352843980902628968?l=heartsinahurry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heartsinahurry.blogspot.com/feeds/3352843980902628968/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6759275691566176845&amp;postID=3352843980902628968' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6759275691566176845/posts/default/3352843980902628968'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6759275691566176845/posts/default/3352843980902628968'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heartsinahurry.blogspot.com/2009/07/day-holidays-nearly-over.html' title='day...-holidays-nearly-over?'/><author><name>nina :)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14919975320460159579</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QqLgvlTdwzg/SyzFHJeHRKI/AAAAAAAAAoU/akFDVQYbS7A/S220/DSCN0512.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6759275691566176845.post-8006349569992126137</id><published>2009-07-22T00:47:00.013+10:00</published><updated>2009-07-22T00:53:41.691+10:00</updated><title type='text'>sorry for twitteresque posts.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:200%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:courier new;" &gt;Why do we set ourselves up for so much pain? I guess that's what love is. It's taking that big leap into the unknown, it's knowing that you could get hurt but doing it anyway; it's not caring about the risks. And I think it all comes down to hope and faith. Hoping for the best, and believing that the best will come from that leap even though nobody else shares your view. I think that's what love is; that's what love is for me.&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/6759275691566176845-8006349569992126137?l=heartsinahurry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heartsinahurry.blogspot.com/feeds/8006349569992126137/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6759275691566176845&amp;postID=8006349569992126137' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6759275691566176845/posts/default/8006349569992126137'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6759275691566176845/posts/default/8006349569992126137'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heartsinahurry.blogspot.com/2009/07/sorry-for-twitteresque-posts.html' title='sorry for twitteresque posts.'/><author><name>nina :)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14919975320460159579</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QqLgvlTdwzg/SyzFHJeHRKI/AAAAAAAAAoU/akFDVQYbS7A/S220/DSCN0512.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6759275691566176845.post-5264371694863109867</id><published>2009-07-20T21:08:00.003+10:00</published><updated>2009-07-20T23:11:10.486+10:00</updated><title type='text'>eh</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: pre-wrap;font-family:tahoma;font-size:220%;"  &gt;I think we spend too much time wondering why we're not good enough - we spend too much time overanalyzing, over-thinking, and overreacting. We waste too much time putting ourselves down, so much that we don't ever stop to see that well, we are good enough. You are good enough. We spend too much time with our heads down and hearts closed; and never get a chance to look up from the ground and see that the sun is shining and tomorrow is another day.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6759275691566176845-5264371694863109867?l=heartsinahurry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heartsinahurry.blogspot.com/feeds/5264371694863109867/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6759275691566176845&amp;postID=5264371694863109867' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6759275691566176845/posts/default/5264371694863109867'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6759275691566176845/posts/default/5264371694863109867'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heartsinahurry.blogspot.com/2009/07/eh.html' title='eh'/><author><name>nina :)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14919975320460159579</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QqLgvlTdwzg/SyzFHJeHRKI/AAAAAAAAAoU/akFDVQYbS7A/S220/DSCN0512.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6759275691566176845.post-8680786827149135787</id><published>2009-07-20T01:12:00.002+10:00</published><updated>2009-07-20T01:15:00.998+10:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='in here'/><title type='text'>are you really happy?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QqLgvlTdwzg/SmM4P5GXfPI/AAAAAAAAAiQ/spc_BohF8os/s1600-h/Untitled-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 197px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QqLgvlTdwzg/SmM4P5GXfPI/AAAAAAAAAiQ/spc_BohF8os/s320/Untitled-1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360189827177741554" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;indeeed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="file:///C:/DOCUME%7E1/HP_Owner/LOCALS%7E1/Temp/moz-screenshot-1.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6759275691566176845-8680786827149135787?l=heartsinahurry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heartsinahurry.blogspot.com/feeds/8680786827149135787/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6759275691566176845&amp;postID=8680786827149135787' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6759275691566176845/posts/default/8680786827149135787'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6759275691566176845/posts/default/8680786827149135787'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heartsinahurry.blogspot.com/2009/07/are-you-really-happy.html' title='are you really happy?'/><author><name>nina :)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14919975320460159579</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QqLgvlTdwzg/SyzFHJeHRKI/AAAAAAAAAoU/akFDVQYbS7A/S220/DSCN0512.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QqLgvlTdwzg/SmM4P5GXfPI/AAAAAAAAAiQ/spc_BohF8os/s72-c/Untitled-1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6759275691566176845.post-8602933826594100663</id><published>2009-07-18T22:13:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2009-07-18T22:14:05.383+10:00</updated><title type='text'>sweetest video ever.</title><content type='html'>http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=5Jgt0fLzL6U&amp;amp;feature=related&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6759275691566176845-8602933826594100663?l=heartsinahurry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heartsinahurry.blogspot.com/feeds/8602933826594100663/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6759275691566176845&amp;postID=8602933826594100663' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6759275691566176845/posts/default/8602933826594100663'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6759275691566176845/posts/default/8602933826594100663'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heartsinahurry.blogspot.com/2009/07/sweetest-video-ever.html' title='sweetest video ever.'/><author><name>nina :)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14919975320460159579</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QqLgvlTdwzg/SyzFHJeHRKI/AAAAAAAAAoU/akFDVQYbS7A/S220/DSCN0512.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6759275691566176845.post-6241540087880582335</id><published>2009-07-18T16:16:00.002+10:00</published><updated>2009-07-18T16:45:49.742+10:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='nina really needs a life'/><title type='text'>i have work at 5, boo,</title><content type='html'>IM TOO LAZY I DON'T WANNA GO WORKKKKKK LOL :(&lt;div&gt;Today I went and had a dose of retail therapy with my mum xD I gottt... Two dresses a cardi a jacket and a scarf :D bahah OH AND AND I GOT A PAIR OF BLACK LEVI'SSSS WOOOOOOT. :) ahahh, good times LOL. Anyways... then I went home and did nothing :) well.. I pianoed, then I guitared, then pianoed again and etc etc lolss. I FORGOT SO MANY SONGS I USED TO KNOW HOW TO PLAY :(&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;nts, must relearn (oh, yeah idk why they're in caps, bahah =)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;piano-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;MIKA'S SONG - YIRUMA&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;ORDINARY DAY - VANESSA CARLTON&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;SOME RANDOM SONG FROM HYD LOL&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div&gt;guitar-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;THE LAST SONG EVER - SS&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;AWAKE - SS&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;REALIZE - COLBIE&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;HEAVILY BROKEN - VERONICA'S&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div&gt;And omg. You know what's a good songggg. In Another Life - Veronica's. Ahahah yeah it's one of their oldererr songs, you know the acoustic-un-techno/tb-y stage of their career haha :L.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;LOVE IT.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway, I'm bored. Work in like 25 mins.. I'M GOING TO DO A SURVEY! wewt. 8D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana; font-size: 9px; "&gt;&lt;b style="font-weight: bold; font-family: verdana; color: rgb(0, 0, 0); "&gt;I have more than one xanga account.&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have a myspace.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have a facebook.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have a flickr account.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b style="font-weight: bold; font-family: verdana; color: rgb(0, 0, 0); "&gt;I have an account to some other blogging website.&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have at least one brother and one sister.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have parents that care about me.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have more than two pets.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b style="font-weight: bold; font-family: verdana; color: rgb(0, 0, 0); "&gt;I have a decent computer.&lt;br /&gt;I have lyrics memorized for more than 20 songs.&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have been to a concert.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have been to many, many concerts.&lt;br /&gt;I have met my favorite band.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b style="font-weight: bold; font-family: verdana; color: rgb(0, 0, 0); "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;I have changed my style in the past few years.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have changed friends in the past few years.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have experimented with drugs.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have done ecstasy.&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have done lsd. WITH RICHARD MERCER LOL :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have actually never smoked weed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have been in love more than 2 times.&lt;br /&gt;I have been in lust more than I can count.&lt;br /&gt;I have hooked up with someone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b style="font-weight: bold; font-family: verdana; color: rgb(0, 0, 0); "&gt;I have never had sex.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i style="font: italic normal normal 9px/normal verdana; color: black; "&gt;I have told my parents about my personal life.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b style="font-weight: bold; font-family: verdana; color: rgb(0, 0, 0); "&gt;I have wished to move away and start new.&lt;br /&gt;I have listened to a song, thought of someone, and started to cry.&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have experienced things I never thought I would.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have wondered what it'd be like to be someone else.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have gone back to an ex.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b style="font-weight: bold; font-family: verdana; color: rgb(0, 0, 0); "&gt;I have pretended to like something to avoid hurting someone's feelings.&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have been mistaken for my mother.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have been to Europe.&lt;br /&gt;I have been to Hawaii.&lt;br /&gt;I have been to Florida.&lt;br /&gt;I&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; have been to Australia.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b style="font-weight: bold; font-family: verdana; color: rgb(0, 0, 0); "&gt;I have been obsessed with someone/something.&lt;br /&gt;I have been addicted to someone/something.&lt;br /&gt;I have had a hard time letting someone go.&lt;br /&gt;I have read an amazing book recently.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have been inspired greatly.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b style="font-weight: bold; font-family: verdana; color: rgb(0, 0, 0); "&gt;I have the urge to try new things.&lt;br /&gt;I have tried a little too hard to impress.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b style="font-weight: bold; font-family: verdana; color: rgb(0, 0, 0); "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I&lt;/b&gt; have been a waitress.&lt;br /&gt;I have been a store clerk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b style="font-weight: bold; font-family: verdana; color: rgb(0, 0, 0); "&gt;I have babysat for money.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have had a job I absolutely hated.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b style="font-weight: bold; font-family: verdana; color: rgb(0, 0, 0); "&gt;I have been told I'm beautiful.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have been told I'm unique.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b style="font-weight: bold; font-family: verdana; color: rgb(0, 0, 0); "&gt;I have been told to never give up.&lt;br /&gt;I have been told it gets better.&lt;br /&gt;I have been told to treat others the way I want to be treated.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;I have been told that I am ugly.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have been told that I am fat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I have gained self confidence over the years.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b style="font-weight: bold; font-family: verdana; color: rgb(0, 0, 0); "&gt;I have seen something very unpleasant. YOUR FACE LOL&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have worn hot pink out in public.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b style="font-weight: bold; font-family: verdana; color: rgb(0, 0, 0); "&gt;I have been embarassed to be with someone.&lt;br /&gt;I have stayed on the computer all day.&lt;br /&gt;I have searched for answers.&lt;br /&gt;I have prayed before.&lt;br /&gt;I have played online games.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b style="font-weight: bold; font-family: verdana; color: rgb(0, 0, 0); "&gt;I have pictures of friends in my room.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have a nice car.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b style="font-weight: bold; font-family: verdana; color: rgb(0, 0, 0); "&gt;I have been more bored than I am now.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I get a lot of headaches.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have had my eyebrow pierced.&lt;br /&gt;I go to a university.&lt;br /&gt;I'm a high school graduate.&lt;br /&gt;I have an account on last.fm.&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have long fingers. i think? :S&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b style="font-weight: bold; font-family: verdana; color: rgb(0, 0, 0); "&gt;I actually look decent with shoulder length hair.&lt;br /&gt;It bugs me when peopl&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;e don't return my phone calls.&lt;br /&gt;I'm only fluent in English.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b style="font-weight: bold; font-family: verdana; color: rgb(0, 0, 0); "&gt;It wouldn't bother me if my boyfriend thought that another girl is attractive. &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need a job.&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My first job was at a fast food place. LOL!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been in lust.&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I like most of New Found Glory's cover songs.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm Asian.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've considered joining the military.&lt;br /&gt;I've seen Pineapple Express and I think it's a stupid movie.&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I used to have a crush on Nick Stokes from CSI: Las Vegas. ....LOLOL :$&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b style="font-weight: bold; font-family: verdana; color: rgb(0, 0, 0); "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;I have a small butt.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've taken swimming lessons.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My bra size is a D.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b style="font-weight: bold; font-family: verdana; color: rgb(0, 0, 0); "&gt;I wouldn't consider plastic surgery unless it was for medical reasons.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I get annoyed easily.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b style="font-weight: bold; font-family: verdana; color: rgb(0, 0, 0); "&gt;I like bagels with cream cheese.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I do volunteer work, not because of school requirements but because I like it.&lt;br /&gt;I have been a tutor.&lt;br /&gt;I have had at least six piercings so far.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b style="font-weight: bold; font-family: verdana; color: rgb(0, 0, 0); "&gt;I don't have a tattoo.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I enjoy sushi.&lt;br /&gt;I wear flip flops, even in the winter.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b style="font-weight: bold; font-family: verdana; color: rgb(0, 0, 0); "&gt;I wear black rimmed glasses.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The sight of blood makes me queasy.&lt;br /&gt;I drink a lot of water.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b style="font-weight: bold; font-family: verdana; color: rgb(0, 0, 0); "&gt;I own an iPod.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've done over a thousand surveys. (most likely)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm a huge ice cream fanatic.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm in a relationship.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b style="font-weight: bold; font-family: verdana; color: rgb(0, 0, 0); "&gt;I've never been given a promise ring.&lt;br /&gt;I worry too much.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I make my own layouts.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Roses are my favorite flower.&lt;br /&gt;I brush my teeth twice a day.&lt;br /&gt;I have been in the school marching band.&lt;br /&gt;I'm a colorguard girl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b style="font-weight: bold; font-family: verdana; color: rgb(0, 0, 0); "&gt;I don't really have a favorite band; there are too many to choose from!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My favorite movie is a romantic comedy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been to Warped Tour.&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My phone is currently on vibrate.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I record my own ringtones on my phone.&lt;br /&gt;Orchids are my favorite flower.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b style="font-weight: bold; font-family: verdana; color: rgb(0, 0, 0); "&gt;I love making mixed CDs for no reason.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vans are my favorite brand of shoes.&lt;br /&gt;I can burp my ABC's.&lt;br /&gt;I love driving on the freeway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b style="font-weight: bold; font-family: verdana; color: rgb(0, 0, 0); "&gt;I admit when I'm at fault.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm currently unemployed.&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My dad is an engineer.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I only have one sibling.&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't have any brothers.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are three computers in my house.&lt;br /&gt;I drive a Toyota. &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I always have a hair tie around my wrist.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm a brunette.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b style="font-weight: bold; font-family: verdana; color: rgb(0, 0, 0); "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;I've never dyed my hair.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't really fit into any stereotype.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana; font-size: 9px; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana; font-size: 9px; "&gt;BYEEEEEEE NOW!!! :) stupid work  D=&lt;/span&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/6759275691566176845-6241540087880582335?l=heartsinahurry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heartsinahurry.blogspot.com/feeds/6241540087880582335/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6759275691566176845&amp;postID=6241540087880582335' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6759275691566176845/posts/default/6241540087880582335'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6759275691566176845/posts/default/6241540087880582335'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heartsinahurry.blogspot.com/2009/07/i-have-work-at-5-boo.html' title='i have work at 5, boo,'/><author><name>nina :)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14919975320460159579</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QqLgvlTdwzg/SyzFHJeHRKI/AAAAAAAAAoU/akFDVQYbS7A/S220/DSCN0512.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6759275691566176845.post-1836164602872202451</id><published>2009-07-16T18:43:00.011+10:00</published><updated>2009-07-16T23:26:03.790+10:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='holidays'/><title type='text'>day fourrrr</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QqLgvlTdwzg/Sl7snp6VQyI/AAAAAAAAAhY/59LXttFGMOI/s1600-h/IMG_3494.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QqLgvlTdwzg/Sl7snp6VQyI/AAAAAAAAAhY/59LXttFGMOI/s320/IMG_3494.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358980772627039010" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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;hey brew :) hhahahaha today was funnn!! Went city with Amz! LOLOL. And cityy, you know what that means....CAPITOLS! x 3. HAHAHAHHA. Well I will recount my whooole day, just cos I know you're all dying to hear it ^^. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Weeeeell. Woke up at like 7:30... omg I couldn't sleep last night :( like I was just laying there.. thinking about the randomest shiz xD and yeah. SLEPT AT LIKE 3 D= Haha anyways, yeah I basically woke up, got dressed, peed a couple times and then left for the stationnn. And I got there at like.. 9ish? Wells anyway yeah, Train was at 9:30ish, and I was like uber cold and bored D: Talked on the phone for a bit, then the train came xD.  The train ride there was.... LOL. There were these fobs, and yeah (LOLOL amy, I totally didn't mean to say he was hot :P) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So got to central, then headed to MORNING GLORY FOR CAPITOLS ! woooo. Oh but first we got some bread for brekky, ROFL. :9 Ahahah so anyway. Capitols! hahhha we love them 8) I only got one sheet, check fb for the other ones :P&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Soooo anywho after that we went.. emperor puffs? LOL. And then went around Paddy's Markets heh, then Market City :L Omg I got like this cardie at supre (eurghh i know.. but the cardie's very nice ^^) for 10 bucks =) OH AND THIS SUPER TOP HAHA. In case you can't see from that piccy, it says &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I love French Boys&lt;/span&gt;, bahaha :P GASPARDD wewwt&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;check it out: &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QqLgvlTdwzg/Sl7uVQRKzDI/AAAAAAAAAhg/FMZYEJLBUNs/s320/IMG_3491.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358982655529110578" style="margin: 0px 10px 10px 0px; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" border="0" /&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;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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;I love french boys ^^ Yeah I know I'm a retard :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Bahah. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway, ok I'm too lazy to blog about the rest now, just...yeah :P Make up the rest and tell it to yourself. LOL :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MASTERCHEF!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;ps. caps :)&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QqLgvlTdwzg/Sl8CBofu4sI/AAAAAAAAAiA/87TIOjN6odM/s1600-h/4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 143px; height: 194px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QqLgvlTdwzg/Sl8CBofu4sI/AAAAAAAAAiA/87TIOjN6odM/s320/4.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359004308667818690" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QqLgvlTdwzg/Sl8CBWNSVbI/AAAAAAAAAh4/f0uKQQZTlW0/s1600-h/3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 141px; height: 195px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QqLgvlTdwzg/Sl8CBWNSVbI/AAAAAAAAAh4/f0uKQQZTlW0/s320/3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359004303758611890" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QqLgvlTdwzg/Sl8CBJH-TXI/AAAAAAAAAhw/wA2UT59SHgQ/s1600-h/2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 142px; height: 196px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QqLgvlTdwzg/Sl8CBJH-TXI/AAAAAAAAAhw/wA2UT59SHgQ/s320/2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359004300246666610" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QqLgvlTdwzg/Sl8CAzqsgwI/AAAAAAAAAho/-xnxUBe4xuk/s1600-h/1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 138px; height: 193px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QqLgvlTdwzg/Sl8CAzqsgwI/AAAAAAAAAho/-xnxUBe4xuk/s320/1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359004294486721282" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&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;pps. WHY IS MY SCANNER SO SHIT T_T&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; i'm out!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ps (again).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QqLgvlTdwzg/Sl8DY15uJdI/AAAAAAAAAiI/fADNulgVSaE/s1600-h/z197649988.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 82px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QqLgvlTdwzg/Sl8DY15uJdI/AAAAAAAAAiI/fADNulgVSaE/s320/z197649988.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359005806915102162" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;/edit. totally forgot something. :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time Started: 11:02 brew.&lt;br /&gt;Full Name: Nina Sofia Tiongco at your service&lt;br /&gt;Nickname: erm.. ninz? neeeen? nina weaner? LOL&lt;br /&gt;Single or Taken: kraft singles cheese&lt;br /&gt;Gender: fe-male&lt;br /&gt;Birthday: 20/03/1994 ^^&lt;br /&gt;Sign: pisces&lt;br /&gt;Siblings: two olderer sisters&lt;br /&gt;Eye colour: like uber dark brown?&lt;br /&gt;Shoe size: umm.. 7 or 7 and a half or maybe 8 .. depends on my mood :P LOL!&lt;br /&gt;Height: idk, short :(&lt;br /&gt;What are you wearing right now: singlet toppy thingo grey hoodie and ribbed leggings (yeah thats right, I'M WEARING LEGGINGS AS PANTS. SUE ME! &gt;:D)&lt;br /&gt;Where do you live: bow bowing :)&lt;br /&gt;Righty or lefty: lefty&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;Relationships:&lt;br /&gt;Who are your closest friends: umm. ann amz lucy michelle larrykins and maybe jeff xie :P LOL&lt;br /&gt;Do you have a bf or gf?: nope&lt;br /&gt;Did you send this to your crush?: nope&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--------------------&lt;br /&gt;Fashion Stuff:&lt;br /&gt;Your fave place to shop: umm.. bardot or dotti :)&lt;br /&gt;Do you have any tattoos or piercings: no sir-ree&lt;br /&gt;------------&lt;br /&gt;Colour: yellow :)&lt;br /&gt;Number: 20&lt;br /&gt;Boys Names that you like: JEFFREY. AHAH.&lt;br /&gt;Girls Names that you like: annabelle, julianne, juliette ^^&lt;br /&gt;Subject: english&lt;br /&gt;Drink: oj or any other j really LOL&lt;br /&gt;Alcoholic: non-alcoholic (A)&lt;br /&gt;Sport: hockeyyy! and netoboru, AND OMG OZTAG LOL&lt;br /&gt;Food: anything really :P&lt;br /&gt;Months: probably january :]&lt;br /&gt;Movie: Oceans 11/12/13&lt;br /&gt;Juice: any!&lt;br /&gt;Finger: idk? :S&lt;br /&gt;Breakfast: BACON AND EGGS&lt;br /&gt;Perfume: Daisy by Marc Jacobs&lt;br /&gt;Favorite disney character: NEMO LOL does that count xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;EVER:--------------------&lt;br /&gt;Given anyone a bath: um...nope sorry&lt;br /&gt;Smoked: no&lt;br /&gt;Bungee Jumped: no...t yet! :D&lt;br /&gt;Made yourself throw-up: noo&lt;br /&gt;Been skinny dipping: no&lt;br /&gt;Been in the opposite sex's washroom: yes LOL&lt;br /&gt;Eaten a dog biscuit: mmm no&lt;br /&gt;Put your tongue on a frozen pole: no&lt;br /&gt;Loved someone so much it made you cry?: yeah&lt;br /&gt;Broken a bone: no -superman music plays- (H)&lt;br /&gt;Been in a police car: nope&lt;br /&gt;Came close to dying: not reallyy but sorta?&lt;br /&gt;Been in a sauna: no&lt;br /&gt;Been in a hot tub: nope LOL&lt;br /&gt;Been in the ocean: yep&lt;br /&gt;Fallen asleep in school: all the time brew.&lt;br /&gt;Ran away from home? nope&lt;br /&gt;Broken someone's heart?: doubt it&lt;br /&gt;Cried when someone died? yeah&lt;br /&gt;Flashed someone: never ._.&lt;br /&gt;Fell off your chair: .....yes.&lt;br /&gt;Sat by the phone all night?: nope&lt;br /&gt;Saved MSN conversations: yep&lt;br /&gt;Saved e-mails?: yeah&lt;br /&gt;Fallen for your best friend? sort of&lt;br /&gt;Been cheated on?: nope&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First thing that comes to mind&lt;br /&gt;---------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;Red: roses 8)&lt;br /&gt;Blue: the beach&lt;br /&gt;Autumn: MY BIRTHDAY&lt;br /&gt;Greenland: green..land. like literally. LOL!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is....&lt;br /&gt;-----------&lt;br /&gt;Your good luck charm? idk none really..&lt;br /&gt;What’s your room like: pigsty :P&lt;br /&gt;Last thing you said: singing lyrics to we belong together on lsd :D&lt;br /&gt;What is beside you: a wall and a bookshelf LOL&lt;br /&gt;Last thing you ate: dinner&lt;br /&gt;What kind of shampoo do you use?: Herbal Essences and John Freida thingo. LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Something that has happened to you this year&lt;br /&gt;--------------------&lt;br /&gt;Had Chicken pox: no&lt;br /&gt;Had a Sore Throat: yepp&lt;br /&gt;Believed in love at first sight?: nope&lt;br /&gt;Like picnics: this year? o_o well i've always liked picnics so..&lt;br /&gt;Ever Bunked School: bunked? LOL&lt;br /&gt;Loved anyone: nah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Would you:&lt;br /&gt;----------------&lt;br /&gt;Eat a live hamster for $1,000,000??: ....not live. definitely not live :S&lt;br /&gt;Go to a Hanson concert if you had a free ticket: YES LOLOL HECK YES&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-----------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who was the last person you messaged: kim = anns sister = ann. LOL&lt;br /&gt;Who Was the last person you yelled at?: sister&lt;br /&gt;Who Was the last person who broke your heart:&lt;br /&gt;Who was the last person who told you they loved you:&lt;br /&gt;Who is your loudest friend?: amz brew LOL :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you/Are You:&lt;br /&gt;---------------------&lt;br /&gt;Do you like filling these out: theyre alright xD&lt;br /&gt;Do you wear contacts or glasses: yah for reading&lt;br /&gt;Do you like yourself: I love me&lt;br /&gt;Do you get along with your family: yeah&lt;br /&gt;Do you do drugs: totally addicted to panadol&lt;br /&gt;Have piercings below the waist: no .__.&lt;br /&gt;Stolen anything over $50: nopp&lt;br /&gt;Obsessive?: I can be...8) LOL!&lt;br /&gt;Anorexic?: nope.&lt;br /&gt;Depressed?: not really&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&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/6759275691566176845-1836164602872202451?l=heartsinahurry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heartsinahurry.blogspot.com/feeds/1836164602872202451/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6759275691566176845&amp;postID=1836164602872202451' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6759275691566176845/posts/default/1836164602872202451'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6759275691566176845/posts/default/1836164602872202451'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heartsinahurry.blogspot.com/2009/07/day-fourrrr.html' title='day fourrrr'/><author><name>nina :)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14919975320460159579</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QqLgvlTdwzg/SyzFHJeHRKI/AAAAAAAAAoU/akFDVQYbS7A/S220/DSCN0512.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QqLgvlTdwzg/Sl7snp6VQyI/AAAAAAAAAhY/59LXttFGMOI/s72-c/IMG_3494.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6759275691566176845.post-6501011372156750468</id><published>2009-07-15T20:46:00.007+10:00</published><updated>2009-07-15T23:08:13.703+10:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='nina really needs a life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='holidays'/><title type='text'>day threeee</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Haha today was quite fun :] Went Livo with sisterrs, cos my sister wanted to buy a dress for a bday thing she has on Saturday. Funny thing is, I'm the one that ended up getting a dress. YEAH THATS RIGHT, FORMAL DRESS BITCHES. LOLOLOL. Got it at Myer ^^ I'd post up a picture, but I wanna keep the element of surprise for the actual event, yknow :P HAHA. Now I just needa find the perfect shoes and accessories, hehe ^^,&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;ANYWAYS. Man I've been doing like nothing all holidays so far.. Hmm but I'm thinking, this is my bludge week :P Next week (besides HP ON TUESDAY WOO) is all about the schoolwork. LOL :).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'M OFF.&lt;br /&gt;oh and. as always, HAHAH&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Appearance:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I am shorter than 5'4.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am taller than 5'11".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I have many scars.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I tan easily.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't shave my legs.&lt;br /&gt;I wish my hair were a different colour.&lt;br /&gt;I have a tattoo, or more. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am self-conscious about my appearance.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have/had braces. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wear glasses just to read.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would get plastic surgery if it were 100% safe, free of cost, and scar-free.&lt;br /&gt;I've been told I'm attractive by a complete stranger.&lt;br /&gt;I have/had more than 2 piercings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;School/Work:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I'm in school.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have a job.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've fallen asleep at work/school.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I almost always do my homework.&lt;br /&gt;I've missed a week or more of school.&lt;br /&gt;I failed more than 1 class last year.&lt;br /&gt;I've stolen something from my job.&lt;br /&gt;I've been fired. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I've skipped school.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Embarrassment: &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've slipped out a "lol" in a spoken conversation.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Disney movies still make me cry.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've peed from laughing.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've snorted while laughing.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've laughed so hard I've cried.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've glued my hand to something.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've laughed till some kind of beverage came out of my nose.&lt;br /&gt;I've had my pants rip in public.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Experiences:&lt;br /&gt;I've gotten lost in my city. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've seen a shooting star.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've wished on a shooting star.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've seen a meteor shower.&lt;br /&gt;I've gone out in public in my pajamas.&lt;br /&gt;I've pushed all the buttons on an elevator.&lt;br /&gt;I've kicked a guy where it hurts. &lt;-- I WANNA I WANNA I've been to a casino. I've been skydiving. I've gone skinny dipping. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've played spin the bottle.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've drank a whole gallon of milk in one hour.&lt;br /&gt;I've crashed a car.&lt;br /&gt;I've been skiing. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been in a play.&lt;/span&gt; MUSICAL MUSICAL/&lt;br /&gt;I've met someone in person from the internet.&lt;br /&gt;I've caught a snowflake on my tongue.&lt;br /&gt;I've sat on a roof top at night. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've played a prank on someone.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've ridden in a taxi.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've seen the Rocky Horror Picture Show. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I've eaten sushi.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been snowboarding.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sexuality:&lt;br /&gt;I have a crush on more than one person.&lt;br /&gt;I have a crush on someone of the same sex.&lt;br /&gt;I've kissed someone of the same sex.&lt;br /&gt;I've had a crush on a teacher. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I am a cuddler.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love to flirt.&lt;br /&gt;I've been kissed in the rain. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I've hugged a stranger.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've kissed a stranger.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Honesty/Crime:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I am a terrible liar.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've done something I promised someone else I wouldn't.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've done something I promised myself I wouldn't.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've snuck out of my house. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have lied to my parents about where I am.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am keeping a secret from the world. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've cheated while playing a game.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've cheated on a test.&lt;br /&gt;I've run a red light.&lt;br /&gt;I've been suspended from school.&lt;br /&gt;I've been in a fist fight.&lt;br /&gt;I've witnessed a crime.&lt;br /&gt;I've been arrested.&lt;br /&gt;I've shoplifted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Death/Dying: &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I'm afraid of dying.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've fantasized about my own death. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I hate funerals.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've seen someone dying.&lt;br /&gt;Someone close to me has attempted suicide.&lt;br /&gt;Someone close to me has committed suicide.&lt;br /&gt;I've written a eulogy for myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Political/Social Attitudes:&lt;br /&gt;In general, I don't like people. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I'm a feminist.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm very outgoing.&lt;br /&gt;I listen to political music.&lt;br /&gt;I'm Democratic&lt;br /&gt;I'm Republican.&lt;br /&gt;I'm liberal.&lt;br /&gt;I don't like Bush because he is dumb.&lt;br /&gt;I don't like Bush with my own reasons to back it up.&lt;br /&gt;I am for Bush. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm religious.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I dress fairly modestly.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My attitude is, "If you've got it, flaunt it."&lt;/span&gt; HAH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Random:&lt;br /&gt;I can sing well.&lt;br /&gt;I've stolen a tray from a fast food restaurant. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I open up to others easily.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I watch the news.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't kill bugs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I hate hearing songs that sacrifice meaning for the sake of being able to rhyme.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I curse regularly. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I sing in the shower.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am a morning person.&lt;br /&gt;I paid for my ring tone.&lt;br /&gt;I'm a snob about grammar.&lt;br /&gt;I am a sports fanatic. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I twirl my hair.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have "x"s in my screen name.&lt;br /&gt;I love being neat. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I've had Spam.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've copied more than 30 CDs in a day. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I bake well.&lt;/span&gt; :DDDD LOLOL modest too.&lt;br /&gt;My favourite colour is blue. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I would wear pajamas to school.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I like Martha Stewart.&lt;br /&gt;I know how to shoot a gun. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am in love with love.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am guilty of tYpInG lIkE tHiS. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I laugh at my own jokes.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I eat fast food weekly.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am online 24/7, even as an away message.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've not turned anything in and still got an A in a certain class.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I can't sleep if there is a spider in the room.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am really ticklish.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love white chocolate.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I bite my nails.&lt;br /&gt;I play video games. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm good at remembering faces.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm good at remembering names.&lt;br /&gt;I'm good at remembering dates. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have no idea what I want to do for the rest of my life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ps.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QqLgvlTdwzg/Sl3To2Gv7ZI/AAAAAAAAAhQ/THUtc63hdL4/s1600-h/z194649160.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; 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float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QqLgvlTdwzg/SlwUxLIaMWI/AAAAAAAAAhI/cAJpNSxGv3Q/s320/IMG_3484.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358180491698254178" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of the many things I do when I am home alone, ha ha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I'm bored. Did nothing all day :). Well, nothing I should probably have done or be doing.. like schoolwork xD. hehe. I woke up at like.. 10:30.. made pancakes that were awfully flavourless. So I put sugar on them and they were yummy :) haha thennn I went on msn, facebook, took some photos heh, played some piano (found sheets for Rescued yay! Now i just needa learn it I know the start :P), played some guitar, watched some daytime tv and yeah. I know I have no life no need to remind me :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm so anyways, I'm super duper bored. Soooo I decided to look for &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;the longest survey ever&lt;/span&gt; LOL. I found a 1000 question one, but yknow I thought that was a bit too much :P so yeah, here's this one ^^ ENJOY HAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;SUICIDE QUIZ.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hi, whats your name?: Ninaaa!&lt;br /&gt;Would you date your best friend?: No, I don't swing that way :P&lt;br /&gt;On a date, who should pay?: Split it ^^&lt;br /&gt;What's your IQ?: I dunno xD&lt;br /&gt;A song ever made you cry?: Yeerp&lt;br /&gt;A movie?: Yep, many actually D=&lt;br /&gt;Book?: Yess&lt;br /&gt;What was the last movie you watched?: Umm Princess Diaries?&lt;br /&gt;Who was the hero?: That guy..LOL&lt;br /&gt;What are you looking forward to?: HARRY POTTY! Oh, and school :P&lt;br /&gt;What would you do if you were pregnant?: Scream and celebrate and hug my hubby LOL&lt;br /&gt;What time is it?: 5:07pm&lt;br /&gt;How long are you williing to spend on a survey?: Eh depends if I'm bored&lt;br /&gt;Do you rock at Guitar Hero?: Never played it :(&lt;br /&gt;Who is your favorite Jonas Brother?: None xD&lt;br /&gt;Did you like High school Musical?: YES HAHAHAHA&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever told someone (who isn't your family/friends) you Love them?: Nope&lt;br /&gt;Do you kiss your friends on the cheek?: If I feel like it&lt;br /&gt;Lips?: Noo&lt;br /&gt;Ever been on a diet?: No LOL :)&lt;br /&gt;Play an instrument?: Piano, guitar, AIR GUITAR HAH&lt;br /&gt;Is the Clarinet sexy?: Yeah man, sexiest thing out&lt;br /&gt;Do you believe in God?: Yeah I do&lt;br /&gt;Karma?: Somehow, yeah.&lt;br /&gt;Let's say Heaven/Hell exists. If you died now, where are you headed?: Heaven.&lt;br /&gt;Does that scare you?: No I can't wait for it&lt;br /&gt;Are you okay?: Yep :)&lt;br /&gt;How long are you willing to wait for true love?: Oh hmm.. pretty long I guess. Sad I know&lt;br /&gt;What is the most you've ever eaten in one sitting?: LOL like 5 plates of noodles @ Jannices 8D&lt;br /&gt;Do you pray a lot?: Yeah&lt;br /&gt;What's your bed made of?: Bed stuff...&lt;br /&gt;Do you have any posters in your room?: Yep&lt;br /&gt;Who is the sexiest superhero?: Superman, he's just so super&lt;br /&gt;How many songs are on your iPod?: Idk&lt;br /&gt;What's your ringtone?: RIVERSIDE, MOTHERFUCKER. LOLOL.&lt;br /&gt;Do you know anyone who's "perfect?": No&lt;br /&gt;Would you date yourself?: Chyeah. ROFL&lt;br /&gt;Are you prettier than all your friends?: Psh no&lt;br /&gt;Do you ever look in the mirror and think "God, i'm pretty!": Nupp :L&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever walked by a shop window and checked yourself?: ALL THE TIME LOL!&lt;br /&gt;Have you changed in the past year?: Yuuup&lt;br /&gt;Which of your friends has changed the most?: Idk&lt;br /&gt;What grade are you in?: 10&lt;br /&gt;What show can you absolutely NOT stand?: I dunno, antiques roadshow? :P&lt;br /&gt;Do you like surgical shows?: yes! scrubs, greys, pp, wooot&lt;br /&gt;Can your entire life change in a second?: Well if you die, yeah&lt;br /&gt;Ever been on a boat?: yeah actually, atm I'M ON A BOAT.&lt;br /&gt;Do you like nautical print?: Yeahh! stripes ftw (Y)&lt;br /&gt;Do you think you could be a model?: No I'm too short ^^&lt;br /&gt;Would you ever wear mint green tights?: LOL if they were comfortable :P&lt;br /&gt;Pink legwarmers?: Looks above&lt;br /&gt;Mint tights &amp;amp; pink legwarmers?: Looks above xD&lt;br /&gt;Would you rather have no eyebrows or no eyelashes?: LOL no neither!&lt;br /&gt;What do you think of Zac Efron?: Sex on legs&lt;br /&gt;Do you know who Zacquisha is?: noo.. ._.&lt;br /&gt;What's worse: Seeing your ex with someone else or being alone?: err.. BOTH ARE BAD:L&lt;br /&gt;Do you have someone who loves you no matter what?: I'd like to think so&lt;br /&gt;What age do you wanna get married?: early 20's :)&lt;br /&gt;Quick! Make a wish!: DONE!&lt;br /&gt;Ever done an all nighter?: Nooo, not an entire night D:&lt;br /&gt;Ever had a cliche sleepover party with hair braiding, and gossip?: Nope LOL&lt;br /&gt;If you saw your first crush in the street, what would happen?: I would be like omg hey! LOL&lt;br /&gt;What's the weirdest day of the week?: Friday&lt;br /&gt;What's your ethnicity?: Filoooo&lt;br /&gt;What do you think of men in short shorts?: LOL. that is all xD&lt;br /&gt;What's your middle name?: Sofiaaa but the school got it wrong and have it as Sofie T_T&lt;br /&gt;Named after anyone?: nooop&lt;br /&gt;Ever had a really unpleasant cab ride?: No.&lt;br /&gt;Ever laughed out loud at the TV?: Yeah xD&lt;br /&gt;Ever laughed out loud at Seinfeld?: LOL yes!&lt;br /&gt;You've done 100 questions! Congrats!: Yay. LOL&lt;br /&gt;Are you sick right now?: Nope :)&lt;br /&gt;What mouthwash do you use?: Listerineee.&lt;br /&gt;What time is it?: 5:19pm&lt;br /&gt;Isn't Christian Bale so sexy?: He's pretty sexy, I must admit&lt;br /&gt;Would you spray paint your phone number on the Jonas Brothers' tour bus?: NO.&lt;br /&gt;Girls have.: boobies&lt;br /&gt;Does your town/city suck?: No :)&lt;br /&gt;Where does your best friend live?: Idk they all live in asiantown :P&lt;br /&gt;Do you have a job?: Yuup&lt;br /&gt;Ever worked double shift?: Yeah, like 8 hours it was KILLERR&lt;br /&gt;Ever been arrested?: Nop&lt;br /&gt;Ever done something illegal?: Loitered is that illegal? xD&lt;br /&gt;Do you do your own laundry?: Sometimess&lt;br /&gt;Do you read Gossip Magazines?: Haha, sometimes&lt;br /&gt;Hate anyone right now?: Not reallaye&lt;br /&gt;What color is your undies?: White :L&lt;br /&gt;Can you sing?: Not very well&lt;br /&gt;Like old music?: Yeah&lt;br /&gt;Do you think your're beautiful?: Not really. WAIT NO, WE ALL AREE&lt;br /&gt;Would you ever go to Camp Rock?: YES LOL&lt;br /&gt;East High?: HELL TO THE YER&lt;br /&gt;Do you get paranoid late at night?: Sometimes..&lt;br /&gt;Is there something you really want to say to someone right now?: Yeahh&lt;br /&gt;What was your most akward moment with a guy?: Haha, idk TOO MANY LOL!&lt;br /&gt;How old do you look?: hopefully my age :P&lt;br /&gt;In the shower, do you start the water then get in, or get in first?: start the water LOL&lt;br /&gt;Do you play animal crossing?: No&lt;br /&gt;Can you change a flat tire?: No&lt;br /&gt;What was the last thing you bought?: Umm&lt;br /&gt;Are you ticklish?: Yeah :$&lt;br /&gt;Is tickling cute or annoying?: Cute for a little bit, then it gets unbearable T_T&lt;br /&gt;Do you take the bus?: Yeep&lt;br /&gt;What would you do without Bzoink?: Be bzoinkless? :P&lt;br /&gt;Can a girl and a guy be Just friends?: Yeah&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever started a rumor?: Probs&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever been confronted?: Don't think so..&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever confronted someone?: Dunnoo&lt;br /&gt;Do you smoke?: No.&lt;br /&gt;Would you ever be a waitress at a 50s diner?: LOL maybe :L&lt;br /&gt;SOS by Rihanna or S.O.S by the Jonas Brothers?: neither beaver&lt;br /&gt;What was the best year of your life?: Year....1 heh&lt;br /&gt;Ever had a summer romance?: Nahh&lt;br /&gt;What's the nicest thing anyone's ever done for you?: Idk.&lt;br /&gt;Do songs ever remind you of colors?: Not really&lt;br /&gt;What's the longest survey you've ever done?: This one -dies- ._.&lt;br /&gt;How old were you when you started wearing makeup?: Still don't and I'm 15 :P&lt;br /&gt;How many times have you seen Mean Girls?: Maybe 10 :L&lt;br /&gt;Where is the weirdest place you've ever fallen asleep?: Idk :L&lt;br /&gt;Barefoot or shoes?: Shoess&lt;br /&gt;What do you do in the summer?: Have funnn&lt;br /&gt;Are you bored?: Thats why i'm doing this!&lt;br /&gt;Do you have a facebook/myspace?: Not myspace, but FB FTW.&lt;br /&gt;Where was your profile picture taken?: Musicaaaaaal (L)&lt;br /&gt;Do you like lipgloss?: Yeah&lt;br /&gt;What song do you ALWAYS sing along to?: Most songs :P&lt;br /&gt;When was the last time you wore a dress?: Livo with lucy and amz&lt;br /&gt;What was the last TV show you watched?: Naturally Sadie is on!&lt;br /&gt;What was the last song you played over and over and over?: Umm, you be the anchor :$&lt;br /&gt;Ever been so in love that you just giggled randomly?: psh no&lt;br /&gt;Are you pyschic?: YES LOL 8)&lt;br /&gt;Can you feel your hipbones?: yes?&lt;br /&gt;Ever had an emotionally destructive relationship?: No&lt;br /&gt;Ever stayed in bed for an entire day?: Yeah when I was in hospital?&lt;br /&gt;When was the last time you slept somewhere other than your bed?: When I slept on the couch&lt;br /&gt;Can you do this survey until the end?: YEAH!&lt;br /&gt;Are you a rambler?: Yeah sometimess&lt;br /&gt;Are hip piercings pointless?: Aren't all piercings pointless, in a way :P&lt;br /&gt;Ever been to Australia?: YES&lt;br /&gt;Do you have freckles?: NO&lt;br /&gt;What's your favorite band?: Does Secondhand Serenade count ^^ oh and Jack's Manequinn&lt;br /&gt;Where do you wish you grew up?: Right here:)&lt;br /&gt;Do you like farms?: yes, SAVE OUR FARM.&lt;br /&gt;Do you know anyone with the same name as you?: Chick in yr 11 named Nina? :L&lt;br /&gt;Is your name common?: Umm I don't think so.&lt;br /&gt;What is the best compliment you've ever gotten?: Idk&lt;br /&gt;Are you a morning person?: Not really&lt;br /&gt;Or a night owl?: Not really..&lt;br /&gt;How often do you moisturize?: After I shower, before sports, alot ^^&lt;br /&gt;Anyone ever called you beautiful?: idk LOL&lt;br /&gt;Are you bang bang scene?: YES. no, wtf is that :L&lt;br /&gt;If you were a tree, what tree would you be?: a TRI CAO HAHAHHA BOOM BOOM&lt;br /&gt;What would be your last meal?: Idk ^^&lt;br /&gt;What do you think of Vanessa Hudgens?: I WANT HER BF&lt;br /&gt;And her photo scandal?: meh&lt;br /&gt;What are your chances of being with your crush?: LOL crush? idk?&lt;br /&gt;Ever been to a funeral?: yeah&lt;br /&gt;Do you take a lot of pictures of yourself?: when i'm bored :P&lt;br /&gt;Do you own anything chanel?: Nope :(&lt;br /&gt;What does your wallet look like?: Brown, big, full of receipts and tickets :L&lt;br /&gt;Are you rich?: Far from it really :P&lt;br /&gt;What do you think of Justin Timberlake?: Meh&lt;br /&gt;Does what goes around really come back around?: yeah i suppose it does&lt;br /&gt;Or is that just a song?: haha?&lt;br /&gt;What are you listening to?: Nothing&lt;br /&gt;What do you like about that song?: -&lt;br /&gt;Are your legs prickly right now?: Nope ^^&lt;br /&gt;Whats your favorite kind of muffin?: Blueberry, or banana :9&lt;br /&gt;When was the last time you cried?: Umm&lt;br /&gt;Are you a happy person?: Most times :)&lt;br /&gt;What superpower do you want?: hmm to read people's minds i guess. OR XRAY VISION 8)&lt;br /&gt;What do you want to be when you grow up?: Nutritionist, or actually maybe journalist idk D:&lt;br /&gt;Have you planned out your life?: Nope&lt;br /&gt;Are you a good writer?: I'd like to think so, but Idk :S&lt;br /&gt;Are you an english-arts person or a math-science person?: English-arts, for sure :)&lt;br /&gt;What's your favorite kind of accent?: Bri'ishh :P&lt;br /&gt;Are you sick of this survey yet?: YES LOL BUT I WONT STOP TIL IM DONE&lt;br /&gt;Whats your favorite piece of clothing?: dotti cardies :]&lt;br /&gt;Is Big Rob for real?: LOLOLOLOL&lt;br /&gt;Do you paint?: used to sort of :L&lt;br /&gt;Isn't Lizzie McGuire the worst show ever?: OMGSH NO I (L) IT&lt;br /&gt;Do you surf?: Not well :L&lt;br /&gt;What are you going to do after you finish this survey?: THROW A FRKN PARTY&lt;br /&gt;Will you even finish this survey?: Yes, I will!!! even if it kills me!&lt;br /&gt;Do you make surveys?: No&lt;br /&gt;Do you like the beach boys?: Yeah :)&lt;br /&gt;Would you rather meet Zac Efron or Chase Crawford?: Both, at the same time, on a date, dinner and a movie ;D.&lt;br /&gt;Do you like your friends?: No i love them.&lt;br /&gt;Pick five friends: Chelle, Ann, Lucy, Amy, Larrkins&lt;br /&gt;Is number one your best friend?: One of :P&lt;br /&gt;Are they annoying?: YES!! LOLOL kidding :D&lt;br /&gt;Is number two good looking?: yup ;D&lt;br /&gt;Do they like the Jonas Brothers?: MICHELLE DOES LOLOL&lt;br /&gt;Are they good advice givers?: Yepp&lt;br /&gt;How old are they?: 15,15,15,15,15&lt;br /&gt;Is number three a blonde?:  YES HAHHA metaphorically speaking :P&lt;br /&gt;Do they gossip a lot?: don't we all ^^&lt;br /&gt;Ever wanted to kiss them?: Nope :P&lt;br /&gt;Is number four mean?: not to me -cheesy grin-&lt;br /&gt;How did you meet?: school school school school school&lt;br /&gt;What's their favorite storee?: idk many ^^&lt;br /&gt;Does number five even exist?: LOL yes!&lt;br /&gt;Do they have a facebook?: yes! all cept michelle the caveman heheh xD&lt;br /&gt;Has it been an hour since you started yet?: Not yet i think :L&lt;br /&gt;How long have you been single?: Forever :P&lt;br /&gt;Do you wish you were fourteen again?: Not really&lt;br /&gt;Any mosquito bites?: Right now? Nope&lt;br /&gt;Ever seen a gynaecologist?:.....no LOL&lt;br /&gt;Would you date one?: ...idk?&lt;br /&gt;Is it my business?: No --"&lt;br /&gt;What day is it?: Tuesdaye&lt;br /&gt;Do you NEED anyone?: Alot of peeps heh&lt;br /&gt;Are you top priority in someone besides your family's life?: Hope so :( LOL&lt;br /&gt;Are you a cheerleader?: Nooo&lt;br /&gt;Have an AIM?: Nope. MSN.&lt;br /&gt;Ever gotten revenge on someone?: Ish&lt;br /&gt;Is there such thing as the perfect man?: Doubt it but theres such thing as the perfect man FOR YOU (L)&lt;br /&gt;Do you think Lindsay Lohan will ever make a comeback?: No&lt;br /&gt;How about Britney Spears!: YEAH!&lt;br /&gt;Did you play in the streets?: When I was smaller. =]&lt;br /&gt;Ever been so embarrased you just ran away and hid?: Yep&lt;br /&gt;Ever tried to read the bible?: yeah?&lt;br /&gt;Are you excited for school?: Yeah!&lt;br /&gt;Are all your friends prettier than you?: Mm I won't answer that :L&lt;br /&gt;Do you have any spots you miss while shaving?: Yeah, usually LOL&lt;br /&gt;Addicted to anything?: You :)&lt;br /&gt;Do you like Taylor Swift?: Yep (Y)&lt;br /&gt;Isn't she just the prettiest?: eh&lt;br /&gt;Ever yelled SHOTGUNNN: Yes!&lt;br /&gt;Do you live in Seattle?: No&lt;br /&gt;Do you want to?: Meh&lt;br /&gt;Would you rather listen to heavy metal or bluegrass?: Neither :S&lt;br /&gt;What do you hide from your parents?: Nothing really&lt;br /&gt;What's your favorite lollipop flavour?: Ummm idk all of them ^^&lt;br /&gt;Ever had green apple?: Yes!&lt;br /&gt;Are you planning on going to bed soon?: no its like 6pm :L&lt;br /&gt;Is God a DJ?: And life is a dancefloor.&lt;br /&gt;Did you ever like Jesse McCartney?: STILL DO :D&lt;br /&gt;What age does one become an adult?: 21?&lt;br /&gt;What age does one become a teen?: 13&lt;br /&gt;What age is legal in your country?: 16 :L&lt;br /&gt;Do you even know what that means?: Yeaaah&lt;br /&gt;If you were a parent, would you let your 6th grader on myspace?: no&lt;br /&gt;Do you remember the 90s?: not really :L&lt;br /&gt;Do you think American Apparell is just a bunch of shiny crap?: no way!!&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever camped out for a band/show?: Nope&lt;br /&gt;Would you go against all your morals/beliefs for a hundred grand?: Nahh&lt;br /&gt;Do you have your phone nearby?: Yep.&lt;br /&gt;Grab it.: Alright.&lt;br /&gt;Whats your wallpaper?: Domokun ^^&lt;br /&gt;Phone?: LG something-something :L&lt;br /&gt;How many text messages do you have?: Too many :P&lt;br /&gt;Who was the last person who texted you?: robot!&lt;br /&gt;What did the text say?: wouldnt you like to know LOL&lt;br /&gt;How did you reply?: I didn't ooooooh snap LOL!&lt;br /&gt;When was the last time you saw them?: Friday :L&lt;br /&gt;Would you drop 50 pounds right now?: No&lt;br /&gt;Do you know your BMI?: 20 something heh&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever been really akward in Health Class?: not really&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever set something on fire?: Paper&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever written all over a chalkboard?: Yes&lt;br /&gt;Then gotten in trouble?: Yeah LOL&lt;br /&gt;Friends or Boyfriends?: friends, but yknow, both would be good too ;D HAHA&lt;br /&gt;Guys or girls?: Girls for life, guys for love :P&lt;br /&gt;Are your friends jealous when you hang out with other people?: idk nno? LOL&lt;br /&gt;How often do you get the hiccups?: Not often&lt;br /&gt;What's your reputation around school?: I don't know&lt;br /&gt;Do you like the name Harriet?: It's ok&lt;br /&gt;Ever seen gay guys PDA?: No ._.&lt;br /&gt;Gay girls?: No&lt;br /&gt;A straight couple?: Yeah all the time @ school -_- LOL! love that face so asian :)&lt;br /&gt;When was the last time you saw your crush?: Do I even have a 'crush'?&lt;br /&gt;Do you want to be an actor?: No.&lt;br /&gt;Can you dance?: not really :P.&lt;br /&gt;Does this feel like a marathon?: No, but damn it's boring.&lt;br /&gt;What soap do you use?: Dove&lt;br /&gt;Do you like the smell?: Yeah&lt;br /&gt;Ever been on Broadway?: No&lt;br /&gt;Would you ever stuff 100 cinnamon hearts in your mouth?: haha maybe :D&lt;br /&gt;For a thousand dollars?: YEAH LOL&lt;br /&gt;To marry Joe Jonas?: No&lt;br /&gt;Do you feel a little tired of this quiz yet?: Hell yeeee&lt;br /&gt;What is the worst movie ever?: idk ehe&lt;br /&gt;Do you think Bella will be better with Edward or Jacob?: Twilight is so last year&lt;br /&gt;Or neither?: I think Bella should get with harry potter&lt;br /&gt;Do you roleplay?: No&lt;br /&gt;Are you a noob?: NO :)&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever added a robot on MSN?: LOL ROBOT. yeah i have, ^^&lt;br /&gt;Do you have a SideKick?: No&lt;br /&gt;Ever had a nightmare?: courseee&lt;br /&gt;Ever read a self help book?: No&lt;br /&gt;Ever been on medication?: Nope&lt;br /&gt;Are you interesting?: yes incredibly :)&lt;br /&gt;Do you own any friendship bracelets?: Somewhere.&lt;br /&gt;Would you get your lover's name tattooed on yourself?: nooooo.&lt;br /&gt;Would you ever get tattoed?: nooop&lt;br /&gt;Do you have razor burn?: Nope.&lt;br /&gt;Dry hair?: Yeahh&lt;br /&gt;How do you cure dry hair?: Beats me :P&lt;br /&gt;Do you straighten your hair?: If I'm bothered&lt;br /&gt;How often?: When I'm bothered.&lt;br /&gt;What's your favorite candy?: Skittles ^^&lt;br /&gt;Does anyone have a crush on you?: I don't know do I :L&lt;br /&gt;Wear a thong?: LOL i wore two. yes, two thongs. ;D&lt;br /&gt;Spandex?: Hahahhaha no&lt;br /&gt;Tight pants?: yeahhh&lt;br /&gt;Can your crush make mustard yellow tight pants look good?: ...LOL ZAC CAN MAKE ANYTHING LOOK GOOD :P&lt;br /&gt;Ever taken photography pictures?: Yeah&lt;br /&gt;And then came out suckish?; yeah xD&lt;br /&gt;Exercise?: Used to, once upon a time ^^&lt;br /&gt;Are you sexy?: HEEELL YEA&lt;br /&gt;Pads or Tampons?: errr first one :L.&lt;br /&gt;Can you bake?: I'd like to think so&lt;br /&gt;Ever had Lemon Cheesecake?: yes :9&lt;br /&gt;Do you use the computer at the library?: i have but not really?&lt;br /&gt;Where will your life be in a year?: Idk, I'll be a senior. hardcore shizz&lt;br /&gt;Five years?: I'll be 20 :)&lt;br /&gt;Twenty five years?: I'll be 40. :O&lt;br /&gt;Five million years?: Deaaad&lt;br /&gt;Do you keep up appearances?: umm yeah?&lt;br /&gt;What do you usually get for your birthday?: money, clothing, cake :P&lt;br /&gt;If you could be someone else for a day, who would it be?: Idkkk&lt;br /&gt;What time is it?: 6:13 ._.""""&lt;br /&gt;Do you think things through?: usually.&lt;br /&gt;What is your guilty pleasure?: you ;)&lt;br /&gt;If you could choose to get a new Camera, iPod, or Phone, which one?: ipod plz!&lt;br /&gt;Do you believe in magic?: Nahh&lt;br /&gt;What toothpaste do you use?: Colgate&lt;br /&gt;Toothbrush?: colgate? :L&lt;br /&gt;Do you floss?: sometimes LOL!&lt;br /&gt;If it cost 10 cents to do this survey, would you pay?: no D=&lt;br /&gt;Ever online dated?: Nope&lt;br /&gt;Would you pay money to find your true love online?: No I'd get off my ass and find them myself :)&lt;br /&gt;Is there such thing as an only love/true love/soulmate?: Like to think so, yeah&lt;br /&gt;Who do you think is yours?: I dunno&lt;br /&gt;Do you have any clothing that your mom does not approve of?: Yeah LOL. asian parents T_T&lt;br /&gt;How long did it take you to memorize your phone number?: A month or two xD&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever believed in fairies?: YES I DO BELIEVE IN FAIRIES&lt;br /&gt;Are you stressed or pissed off right now?: noooope&lt;br /&gt;What was the last phonecall you got?: sisterr&lt;br /&gt;Have you been doing this survey nonstop or have you taken breaks?: NONSTOP IM DYING&lt;br /&gt;Are you planning anything?: nope&lt;br /&gt;What day is it today?: Tuesday&lt;br /&gt;Are you artistic?: i'd like to think to :L&lt;br /&gt;Do you make your own clothes?: ....no LOL&lt;br /&gt;If you had to make your own clothes, would they be nice?: yeah if i were to actually wear them :P&lt;br /&gt;Oprah or Ellen?: Ellen :L&lt;br /&gt;Do you think The Hills is fake?: Obviously&lt;br /&gt;Have any games on your phone?: Yeah.&lt;br /&gt;Which ones?: This cute little bear thing skipping and jumping and stuff =)&lt;br /&gt;Do you have the Sims?: yesss sims 2 only though :(&lt;br /&gt;Be honest, did you ever kill any of your sims?: Yeah when I got bored :P LOL!&lt;br /&gt;On purpose?: Yeah man heheh\&lt;br /&gt;When was the last time you sharpened your eyeliner?: Umm..&lt;br /&gt;Do you even wear eyeliner?: no&lt;br /&gt;What makeup do you wear?: NONE LOL&lt;br /&gt;What order do you put it on?: NONE&lt;br /&gt;Just concealer or just lipgloss?: Lippy :)&lt;br /&gt;Can you complete these lyrics: "In this crazy life, and through these crazy times . . .": ITS YOU ITS YOU YOU MAKE ME SING YOURE EVERY LINE EVERY WORD, YOU'RE EVERYTHING.&lt;br /&gt;Do your friends get along with each other?: yeaah&lt;br /&gt;Do you have a "thing" you are in the group? Like: "The short one." etc?: The...filo one? ^^&lt;br /&gt;Do you listen to the radio?: Sometimes&lt;br /&gt;Is there a song that you wish was about you?: Yeah :L&lt;br /&gt;What's your next meal?: Dinner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SHIEEEZ IT WAS LIKE 1000 QUESTIONS LONG. I GAVE UP. THE REST GOT CUT. LOLOL. GOING TO GO LIE DOWN NOW HAHA, x___x&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6759275691566176845-7898500870571324803?l=heartsinahurry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heartsinahurry.blogspot.com/feeds/7898500870571324803/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6759275691566176845&amp;postID=7898500870571324803' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6759275691566176845/posts/default/7898500870571324803'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6759275691566176845/posts/default/7898500870571324803'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heartsinahurry.blogspot.com/2009/07/day-two.html' title='day two!'/><author><name>nina :)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14919975320460159579</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QqLgvlTdwzg/SyzFHJeHRKI/AAAAAAAAAoU/akFDVQYbS7A/S220/DSCN0512.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QqLgvlTdwzg/SlwUxLIaMWI/AAAAAAAAAhI/cAJpNSxGv3Q/s72-c/IMG_3484.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6759275691566176845.post-2772226799169060764</id><published>2009-07-13T22:21:00.007+10:00</published><updated>2009-07-13T23:21:38.017+10:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='to do'/><title type='text'>day one.</title><content type='html'>HOLIDAY TO-DO LIST:&lt;br /&gt;(just for the sake of it, haha.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Finish reading english novel (LOL.)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Re-read english novel, then start speech.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Finish speech. ha.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Ag assignment.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Organise PASS assignment.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Finish learning Love Hurts - Yiruma on piano. As in memorise :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Somehow find sheets to and learn Rescued - Jack's Mannequin on piano.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Learn other pretty pianoey songs (any suggestions?)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Learn more songs on guitar! (like I really need to stop learning Taylor Swift songs. They're all the same.)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Read sister's prelim Chemistry &amp;amp; Biology books&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Clean room. (finish cleaning room. haha)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Clean out wardrobe, get rid of clothes I know I don't and won't wear but still keep just for the sake of it.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Get a haircut.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Do something drastic, make a change.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Not get in too deep&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;Haha, yeah I know it's an extensive list, but whatever. I guess you can say I'm ambitious. Whateverr.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;/edit. i got bored&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you're walking, do you stop to drink?&lt;br /&gt;yeah i do&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever kissed someone in a vehicle?&lt;br /&gt;errr no.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ever snuck out of your house?&lt;br /&gt;nope&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kill or Be killed?&lt;br /&gt;hmm.. neither? =\&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Break someone’s heart or have your heart broken?&lt;br /&gt;what a toughie.. i would have mine broken cos i'd rather be in pain than to be the reason why someone i love/d is in pain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What did you do today?&lt;br /&gt;went amy's :) sims3!! WOOHOO. HAHA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you like someone right this second?&lt;br /&gt;do i? haha that is the question! -pushes glasses up-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Would you ever get a tattoo?&lt;br /&gt;no&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What was the last thing you ate?&lt;br /&gt;cake&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are you a morning person or a night person?&lt;br /&gt;night, def&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you snore?&lt;br /&gt;i think i do :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you know anyone who has gotten an abortion?&lt;br /&gt;no&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What would you do if you opened up your front door to a dead body?&lt;br /&gt;SCREAAAAAAAAAM my head off. then run away screaming still haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you like to spend time with people?&lt;br /&gt;umm yeah? who doesnt, lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are you hungry?&lt;br /&gt;nopee&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are you a forgiving person?&lt;br /&gt;yeah but I'm not a forgetting person, and it takes time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When was the last time you did the dishes?&lt;br /&gt;like an hour ago&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are you talking to anyone while doing this?&lt;br /&gt;yeah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you want a relationship right now?&lt;br /&gt;yes no maybe. nahh haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What are you about to do?&lt;br /&gt;type. oh lookie there i just did hahahahah :L&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where was the last place you went besides where you are?&lt;br /&gt;kitchen&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Were you anyone's first kiss?&lt;br /&gt;nop&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Other than Paris Hilton, who would you most like to see get hit?&lt;br /&gt;haha idk&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ever had someone dislike you that you barely knew?&lt;br /&gt;hope not :/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can guys and girls be friends without trying to make it more?&lt;br /&gt;yeah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How often do you hold back from saying what you are thinking?&lt;br /&gt;prettty often&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you consider yourself a bitch?&lt;br /&gt;nope :L&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever kissed anyone whose name started with M, B, A, R, or J&lt;br /&gt;no LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Could you cry right now?&lt;br /&gt;yeah probableey&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who did you spend your summer with last year?&lt;br /&gt;myself? ha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you find it cute when boys/girls call you cute names?&lt;br /&gt;yeah, hehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The phone rings. What is your ring tone?&lt;br /&gt;vibrate (Y)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did you go anywhere yesterday?&lt;br /&gt;church&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What color is your finger nail polish?&lt;br /&gt;traces of reddy marooney from musical. i missss musical&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When did you last cry your heart out?&lt;br /&gt;a few weeks ago&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who was your last hug?&lt;br /&gt;can't remember (LOL how sad)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you consider yourself to be an outgoing person?&lt;br /&gt;yeahh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What's your favorite Lady GaGa song?&lt;br /&gt;paparazzi? haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you forgive everyone that apologizes to you?&lt;br /&gt;no, it takes time not just a silly apology&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do memories rush back when you do certain things?&lt;br /&gt;yeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How many people of the opposite sex do you fully trust?&lt;br /&gt;none hahahahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If somebody liked you, would you want them to tell you?&lt;br /&gt;yeah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is there someone you can tell everything to?&lt;br /&gt;yup a few peeps&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you honestly think you could last a week without a computer or phone?&lt;br /&gt;no LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is there anybody you wish you could be spending time with right now?&lt;br /&gt;yeah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Huge plans this weekend?&lt;br /&gt;nope&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you think anyone has feelings for you?&lt;br /&gt;haha no&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are you a patient person?&lt;br /&gt;yeahh..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can you honestly say you're okay right now?&lt;br /&gt;mm i guess&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BYE for sure&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6759275691566176845-2772226799169060764?l=heartsinahurry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heartsinahurry.blogspot.com/feeds/2772226799169060764/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6759275691566176845&amp;postID=2772226799169060764' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6759275691566176845/posts/default/2772226799169060764'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6759275691566176845/posts/default/2772226799169060764'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heartsinahurry.blogspot.com/2009/07/day-one.html' title='day one.'/><author><name>nina :)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14919975320460159579</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QqLgvlTdwzg/SyzFHJeHRKI/AAAAAAAAAoU/akFDVQYbS7A/S220/DSCN0512.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6759275691566176845.post-843992182239650000</id><published>2009-07-12T19:27:00.011+10:00</published><updated>2009-07-12T21:14:48.585+10:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cleanering'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='holidays'/><title type='text'>won't try to philosophize</title><content type='html'>so take a deep breath and i'll look in your eyes (L) :) hahhahahha love that song man !&lt;div&gt;anyways so today after church, i decided to clean up mai room a bit ^^ (you totally inspired me robot :D LOL). mm so well there's 3 placess i want/ed to like tidy up, and i got 1 bit done today YAY LOL xD.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;pictures! (i cbb resizing so they're big haha)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;CLOTHES AREAAA (not wadrobe hehe.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;BEFORE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QqLgvlTdwzg/SlmzNWRlWkI/AAAAAAAAAgg/3ogQrBBjEMo/s1600-h/IMG_3451.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QqLgvlTdwzg/SlmzNWRlWkI/AAAAAAAAAgg/3ogQrBBjEMo/s320/IMG_3451.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357510273632918082" style="margin: 0px 10px 10px 0px; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&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;&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;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QqLgvlTdwzg/Slm3CgwNFVI/AAAAAAAAAgo/Aowb7wR06k0/s1600-h/IMG_3452.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QqLgvlTdwzg/Slm3CgwNFVI/AAAAAAAAAgo/Aowb7wR06k0/s320/IMG_3452.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357514485513655634" style="margin: 0px 10px 10px 0px; 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float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QqLgvlTdwzg/SlnEFQ_6PUI/AAAAAAAAAhA/x-4rwyAUmZ0/s320/IMG_3462.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357528826475330882" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha, you can see the floor now! and yeah i know, i love bags ^^ AND LOL I KNOW MY GUITAR IS CRAPPY haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well yeaaaaaaahs. i'll clean my desk tomorrow.. hopefully lol.&lt;br /&gt;BYE.&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/6759275691566176845-843992182239650000?l=heartsinahurry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heartsinahurry.blogspot.com/feeds/843992182239650000/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6759275691566176845&amp;postID=843992182239650000' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6759275691566176845/posts/default/843992182239650000'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6759275691566176845/posts/default/843992182239650000'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heartsinahurry.blogspot.com/2009/07/wont-try-to-philosophize.html' title='won&apos;t try to philosophize'/><author><name>nina :)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14919975320460159579</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QqLgvlTdwzg/SyzFHJeHRKI/AAAAAAAAAoU/akFDVQYbS7A/S220/DSCN0512.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QqLgvlTdwzg/SlmzNWRlWkI/AAAAAAAAAgg/3ogQrBBjEMo/s72-c/IMG_3451.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6759275691566176845.post-1140819973796704610</id><published>2009-07-11T21:49:00.007+10:00</published><updated>2009-07-11T22:06:02.313+10:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='yay'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bumchums'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='shopping'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='funn'/><title type='text'>omg formal shopping!</title><content type='html'>LOL. hi! yeah I think I'm gonna be blogging more (or trying to, hahha) now, idk why I guess I just feel like it :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;weeeeeeeell. title says it all xD amy, lucy and myselff went livo for a (the first of many) formal shopping trip! hehe. It was pretty fun, we went like Myerr, Forever New, Bardot, some random formal dress shop, and like shoe shops x) I didn't really end up buying anything for actual formal-ness, but yeah it was fun and yknow helped me figure out what kinda dress/shoes/etc I want for formal ^^ LOL yeah I know I'm such a girl :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I WANT A DRESS LIKE:&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QqLgvlTdwzg/Slh-ErlfNEI/AAAAAAAAAgA/Dw8CyS68OfE/s1600-h/02.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 122px; height: 160px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QqLgvlTdwzg/Slh-ErlfNEI/AAAAAAAAAgA/Dw8CyS68OfE/s200/02.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357170375641740354" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QqLgvlTdwzg/Slh-Er3vyGI/AAAAAAAAAf4/HXoSRka_61o/s1600-h/01.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 124px; height: 158px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QqLgvlTdwzg/Slh-Er3vyGI/AAAAAAAAAf4/HXoSRka_61o/s200/01.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357170375718324322" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QqLgvlTdwzg/Slh-E3SLqrI/AAAAAAAAAgI/x99C4vSDxWI/s1600-h/03.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 115px; height: 154px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QqLgvlTdwzg/Slh-E3SLqrI/AAAAAAAAAgI/x99C4vSDxWI/s200/03.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357170378781993650" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOL. yeah, like something like that :)&lt;br /&gt;hahahahaha ok i'm probably boring you all with my pointless formal talk haha, IN OTHER NEWS! I bought the hottest pair of heels EVARRHH. And and and, they were only $20 @ Novo ^^ bahahha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QqLgvlTdwzg/Slh_VPMCtSI/AAAAAAAAAgY/UUTCRV635Nw/s1600-h/LOVE.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 261px; height: 348px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QqLgvlTdwzg/Slh_VPMCtSI/AAAAAAAAAgY/UUTCRV635Nw/s320/LOVE.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357171759588226338" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ps it's sideways idk why its sideways omg woe is me the world is ending ! LOL. kidding. turn your head :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;k,&lt;br /&gt;BYEEEEE! xo&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6759275691566176845-1140819973796704610?l=heartsinahurry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heartsinahurry.blogspot.com/feeds/1140819973796704610/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6759275691566176845&amp;postID=1140819973796704610' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6759275691566176845/posts/default/1140819973796704610'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6759275691566176845/posts/default/1140819973796704610'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heartsinahurry.blogspot.com/2009/07/omg-formal-shopping.html' title='omg formal shopping!'/><author><name>nina :)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14919975320460159579</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QqLgvlTdwzg/SyzFHJeHRKI/AAAAAAAAAoU/akFDVQYbS7A/S220/DSCN0512.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QqLgvlTdwzg/Slh-ErlfNEI/AAAAAAAAAgA/Dw8CyS68OfE/s72-c/02.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6759275691566176845.post-5641996560080371234</id><published>2009-07-10T22:54:00.005+10:00</published><updated>2009-07-10T23:31:30.089+10:00</updated><title type='text'>because i'm in a constructive mood</title><content type='html'>changed layout :) hahahha does anyone even read this nowadays :') LOL.&lt;br /&gt;o&lt;br /&gt;m&lt;br /&gt;g&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HOLIDAYS !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yay :). Yeah and I am just wasting space here now. Hehe. Today was so fun! I love last days of term (Y). First mathsss.. well maths wasn't fun, LOL, but yeah. Jappp.. watched the end of sad sad sad sad sad movie :( can't remember what it was called... Grave of the Fireflies or something? Anyway yeah it's uber sad, practically everyone just dies -sniff- D:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a lighter noteee! LOL. Pass class of like 10 people + scooterball = BEST THING EVER LIKE SERIOUSLY. Damnn I love that game. And class :] hhehe.&lt;br /&gt;Thennn lunchh, me and aashana had a short talk xD and then double peeeee! we played um.. Tcheukball ? idk, :L it was alrighttt but yeah haha. Then I went to Macarthurr Sq! All by my lonesome LOL. Cos that's how I like it sometime (and that's completely normal i'm not anti-social or anything :) haha. And now I am at home lol. Took me like forever to do the layout D: hope its ok for youuuu people ROFL if there are any. 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Do You Like Anyone? hmmmm don't think so? &lt;br /&gt;2. Does Someone Like You? now how am i s'posed to know lol&lt;br /&gt;3. Last Kiss? umm with a chocolate bar (L)&lt;br /&gt;4. Been Lead On? hmm yeah&lt;br /&gt;5. Been Cheated On? aw heeeell no! LOL&lt;br /&gt;6. Want A Relationship? yeah course hahah&lt;br /&gt;7. Wanna Get Married? someday :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SEVEN THINGS YOU CAN’T LIVE WITHOUT:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. agrees with lisa; FOOOOD&lt;br /&gt;2. friends!&lt;br /&gt;3. boooys ROFL :')&lt;br /&gt;4. God&lt;br /&gt;5. music&lt;br /&gt;6. MY PHONEE ! &lt;br /&gt;7. msn hahhaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SEVEN THINGS ON YOUR MIND:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;holidayss... can't wait :)&lt;div&gt;you &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;you :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;whats for dinner LOL&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;omg i should study for maths topic test&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;MY BABYYY&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SEVEN OTHER THINGS - DO YOU&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Believe In God? yeah&lt;br /&gt;2. Had A Dream Come True? sort of :')&lt;br /&gt;3. Read The Newspaper? nahh sometimes i guess :L&lt;br /&gt;4. Get Enough Sleep Everyday? probably not&lt;br /&gt;5. Have A Best Friend? i have many xD&lt;br /&gt;6. Take A Bath Daily? no i dont bath xD&lt;br /&gt;7. Wish On Stars? yeahhh.. lame i know D:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SEVEN HAVE YOU EVER&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Fallen In Love? i'm pretty sure no?&lt;br /&gt;2. Kissed Someone Of The Same Sex? yeah on the cheek bro&lt;br /&gt;3. Hooked Up With Someone Who Had A BF/GF? ummmm no.&lt;br /&gt;4. Been To A Bonfire? nopee&lt;br /&gt;5. Ran Away From Home? nop&lt;br /&gt;6. Played Strip Poker? nah man LOL&lt;br /&gt;7. Pulled An All Nighter? not an entiree one :S&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SEVEN THINGS IN THE LAST 24 HOURS HAVE YOU:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Cried? nope :]&lt;br /&gt;2. Had Fun? yep&lt;br /&gt;3. Been Kissed? no -goes emo- LOL&lt;br /&gt;4. Felt Stupid? yeah xD&lt;br /&gt;5. Talked To An Ex? psh no &lt;br /&gt;6. Missed Someone? yeah&lt;br /&gt;7. Listened To Music? of coursee&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;RED : ANGER&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Are You Currently Mad At Someone? in a way yes&lt;br /&gt;2. Which Of Your family Members Has The Worst temper? idkk haha&lt;br /&gt;3. Have You Ever Thrown Something At Anyone? yup LOL&lt;br /&gt;4. Does Your Face Turn Red When You’re Angry? i dunno man &lt;br /&gt;5. When You’re Mad Do You Prefer To Stare Angrily Or Yell? yeahh both&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ORANGE : EXCITEMENT&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Has Anyone Ever Thrown A Surprise Party For You? no D=&lt;br /&gt;2. Are You Easily Excited? yeahh probably.. it only takes something small xD&lt;br /&gt;3. What Event Is Coming Up That You Are Looking Forward To? nothing D=&lt;br /&gt;4. If You Won A Million Dollars, What Will Be Your First Thought? DESIGNER HANDDDBAGS !! bahahahah :D&lt;br /&gt;5. What Would Make You The Happiest Right Now? you :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YELLOW : SELF DISCOVERY&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Full Name: Nina Sofia Tiooongco&lt;br /&gt;2. Birthday: 20/03/94 :]&lt;br /&gt;3. What’s Your Main Goal In Life? to be happyyyyyy!&lt;br /&gt;4. Do You Want To Have Children? yeah :)&lt;br /&gt;5. How Do You Want To Die? painlessly? :S with my hubby holding my hand hehe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BLUE : SADNESS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. When Is The Last Time You Cried? hmm friday night?&lt;br /&gt;2. What Is The Saddest Thing That Is Happening Right Now? idk alot of things?&lt;br /&gt;3. Do You Usually Cry/Get Depressed When Something Doesn’t Happen Your Way? yeahh.. i know i'm selfish hahha&lt;br /&gt;4. Has Anyone Made You Cry In The Last 24 Hours? nope :]&lt;br /&gt;5. When You Are Sad, What Do You Do? cry, bitch, eat chocolate and hug everyone :')&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PINK : LOVE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Do You Have A Crush On One Of Your Friends? ermmm.. nope? LOL&lt;br /&gt;2. Do You Believe At Love At First Sight? hmmmm yeah w/e why not&lt;br /&gt;3. When You See Your Crush, Do You Act Differently Around Him/Her? i hope not? bahhahaha&lt;br /&gt;4. Do You Have A Girlfriend/Boyfriend? nopp&lt;br /&gt;5. Do You Believe Everyone Has A Soulmate? hmm.. idk&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6759275691566176845-6125030029662698175?l=heartsinahurry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heartsinahurry.blogspot.com/feeds/6125030029662698175/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6759275691566176845&amp;postID=6125030029662698175' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6759275691566176845/posts/default/6125030029662698175'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6759275691566176845/posts/default/6125030029662698175'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heartsinahurry.blogspot.com/2009/07/bored-holidays-soon-yay.html' title='bored :] holidays soon yay!'/><author><name>nina :)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14919975320460159579</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QqLgvlTdwzg/SyzFHJeHRKI/AAAAAAAAAoU/akFDVQYbS7A/S220/DSCN0512.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6759275691566176845.post-5838679776972221166</id><published>2009-06-30T21:08:00.003+10:00</published><updated>2009-06-30T21:14:35.079+10:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='nina really needs a life'/><title type='text'>ah a girl can dream :')</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.polyvore.com/girls_night_out_yo_lt/set?.mid=embed&amp;amp;id=9949688"&gt;&lt;img alt="girls night out yo &amp;amp;lt;3" src="http://www.polyvore.com/cgi/img-set/BQcDAAAAAwoDanBnAAAABC5vdXQKFnBqcnp4bVZsM2hHcjVRdlhCanlOZHcAAAACaWQKAWUAAAAEc2l6ZQ.jpg" title="girls night out yo &amp;amp;lt;3" width="340" border="0" height="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;small&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.polyvore.com/girls_night_out_yo_lt/set?.mid=embed&amp;amp;id=9949688"&gt;girls night out yo &lt;3&lt;/a&gt; by &lt;a href="http://www.polyvore.com/cgi/profile?.mid=embed&amp;amp;id=873167"&gt;ninaxo&lt;/a&gt; on &lt;a href="http://www.polyvore.com/"&gt;Polyvore.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/small&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hahahhaha my dream formal outfit. 8D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOL the chanel clutch and balmain blazer are love (LL)&lt;br /&gt;....like i said, a girl can dream ROFL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;make yours :DD its totally fun LOL :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOOKING FORWARD TO SEEING IT PEOPLE! HAHAH&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.polyvore.com/"&gt;http://www.polyvore.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bye :]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6759275691566176845-5838679776972221166?l=heartsinahurry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heartsinahurry.blogspot.com/feeds/5838679776972221166/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6759275691566176845&amp;postID=5838679776972221166' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6759275691566176845/posts/default/5838679776972221166'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6759275691566176845/posts/default/5838679776972221166'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heartsinahurry.blogspot.com/2009/06/ah-girl-can-dream.html' title='ah a girl can dream :&apos;)'/><author><name>nina :)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14919975320460159579</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QqLgvlTdwzg/SyzFHJeHRKI/AAAAAAAAAoU/akFDVQYbS7A/S220/DSCN0512.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6759275691566176845.post-4786108795843232844</id><published>2009-06-25T18:14:00.003+10:00</published><updated>2009-06-25T18:18:29.854+10:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='in here'/><title type='text'>scream my lungs out</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style=";font-family:georgia;font-size:180%;"  &gt;And I've thrown my words all around, but I can't, I can't give you a reason. Feel so broken up, and I give up. I just want to tell you so you know - here I go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Begging you, pleaaase,&lt;/span&gt; stop where you are right now. You need to figure out what it is that you want before you go on with your life. Go, sort out your priorities. Now. You can't keep living your life like this, leading her on, letting her down, making her try, making her cry; it's just not right. It's not fair on her. Give her a damn break. Because you know what? It must hurt like hell for her. And you know what else, yeah, you're putting me in agony right now too, and yeah maybe I'm overreacting, maybe you don't mean to do it, maybe I'm over-thinking things, over-analyzing but well I'm sorry that's just the way I am. You, just, don't, treat, me, like, I'm, your, friend. Isn't that what we are? Tell me please, if we are something other than that, because I'm pretty sure we're FRIENDS. You do the same thing to me! You brush me off, pull me in, push me away, you make me laugh but then you make me feel like crap. Do you even know what you're doing? I guess not, maybe if you did you'd see how much it hurts for me. Stop doing what you're doing. Think about her, think about me, just think about yourself and if this is the person you want to be. Because if it is well, then maybe I just don't want you in my life. If this is how you're gonna continue to act.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;As much as you might think that I am,&lt;/span&gt; I'm not mad at you. None of this is your fault, I don't get upset because of you; I'm not angry at all. It's not because of you, you're just sort of an example, if that makes sense. I love and respect you, and well in all honesty I'm jealous. Because you are so strong, you don't let anyone get to you and you would never ever break down in front of or even because of him. Me on the other hand I am weak, insecure, unstable and stupid. I get upset over the silliest things and it doesn't do anyone any good at all. I want to be more like you, I want to be strong and beautiful; just like you are.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Look I know you're hurting&lt;/span&gt; and I know that it looks bad but I can tell you in all truth that there is absolutely nothing going on. I'm pretty sure there never was and, I'm quite certain there never will be. I can accept the things you say about me, but you need to see it from my point of view. You're only thinking of your own pain right now, and I'm sorry if this comes out selfish and insensitive but the world does not revolve around the pain he put you through. I am going through hell too, you have no idea. I am not living the 'perfect life', I don't have it all good; much to your belief. You have him - you've always had him, and I'm pretty sure you always will. You have someone, and that's just so much more than I ever had or will have. You have no idea how alone I feel; how sad, hurt, forgotten and just plain unsure I feel all the time. You don't see the imperfections and insecurities that I am drowned in. Please stop saying I have it good, truth is it's so far from that. I'm sorry if my presence complicated things between you two, and I hope it all works out for you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Seasons changed, time passed, &lt;/span&gt;I moved on with my life but but well a part of me will always love you, not in that way mind you, just, I will always care for you and I want you to know that. I miss you lots and lots but it's okay, it's alright because I understand why you have been keeping your distance. Why you haven't tried like I have, I get it, don't worry if you think I'm hurting. I am, a lot, but it's not your fault and I'm not angry or bitter about it (anymore, sorry). I'm just a bit sad, I miss you a lot and well, the sadness won't really go away because we will never be what we once were. I just learnt to live with it, brush it off, cover it up and live my life as if nothing were wrong. You meant the world to me and I know that wasn't smart. I know I was in the wrong and I got what was coming. I just wish it hadn't hit me so hard, because well I broke. And I said some things, so many things that I regret now. I'm sorry if I ever hurt you. I miss you, I love you (bffl lol sigh), and I really hope one day we can be like how we used to be. Take care dear, and I hope you and her are happy!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6759275691566176845-4786108795843232844?l=heartsinahurry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heartsinahurry.blogspot.com/feeds/4786108795843232844/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6759275691566176845&amp;postID=4786108795843232844' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6759275691566176845/posts/default/4786108795843232844'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6759275691566176845/posts/default/4786108795843232844'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heartsinahurry.blogspot.com/2009/06/scream-my-lungs-out_25.html' title='scream my lungs out'/><author><name>nina :)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14919975320460159579</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QqLgvlTdwzg/SyzFHJeHRKI/AAAAAAAAAoU/akFDVQYbS7A/S220/DSCN0512.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6759275691566176845.post-486417363330352774</id><published>2009-06-23T20:36:00.005+10:00</published><updated>2009-06-23T20:52:00.722+10:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='in here'/><title type='text'>One of those days.</title><content type='html'>Because a picture paints a thousand words. Because sometimes there's nothing to be said, nothing that can be said. Because life is not black and white, life is shades of gray and purple, red, blue, yellow and green. Because there are times where words cannot even begin to describe the riot taking place inside your heart. 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float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 210px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QqLgvlTdwzg/SkCxbPuV-DI/AAAAAAAAAdw/NUNYar0DdWA/s320/XU4QzPpAqokid7kxpTXeSHZto1_500.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350471438951643186" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QqLgvlTdwzg/SkCxatNyQ7I/AAAAAAAAAdo/KE8wigcsx6g/s1600-h/z188367803.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QqLgvlTdwzg/SkCxatNyQ7I/AAAAAAAAAdo/KE8wigcsx6g/s320/z188367803.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350471429688279986" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6759275691566176845-486417363330352774?l=heartsinahurry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heartsinahurry.blogspot.com/feeds/486417363330352774/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6759275691566176845&amp;postID=486417363330352774' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6759275691566176845/posts/default/486417363330352774'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6759275691566176845/posts/default/486417363330352774'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heartsinahurry.blogspot.com/2009/06/one-of-those-days.html' title='One of those days.'/><author><name>nina :)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14919975320460159579</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QqLgvlTdwzg/SyzFHJeHRKI/AAAAAAAAAoU/akFDVQYbS7A/S220/DSCN0512.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QqLgvlTdwzg/SkCzd6KrLOI/AAAAAAAAAfI/qaWKT-4POzo/s72-c/z193056665.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6759275691566176845.post-3604957783867711485</id><published>2009-06-21T22:22:00.002+10:00</published><updated>2009-06-21T22:34:51.468+10:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='nina really needs a life'/><title type='text'>yo mamma</title><content type='html'>1. Do you like chinese food?&lt;br /&gt;i love any food :')&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. How big is your bed?&lt;br /&gt;big enough for me :]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Is your room clean?&lt;br /&gt;HAHA no&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Laptop or Desktop computer?&lt;br /&gt;laptop braah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Favorite comedian?&lt;br /&gt;mm idk :L&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Do you smoke?&lt;br /&gt;noo way&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. Does anyone like you?&lt;br /&gt;i dont know do i LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. Whats the sexiest thing about Condoleeza Rice?&lt;br /&gt;umm. their name ROFL who the heck is that :L&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. Sleep with or without clothes on?&lt;br /&gt;err with&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. Who sleeps with you every night?&lt;br /&gt;your mum&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. Do long distance relationships work?&lt;br /&gt;maybe i dunno do i :L&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. How many times have you been pulled over by the police?&lt;br /&gt;never :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. Pancakes or French Toast?&lt;br /&gt;ooooh. i say, pancakes with a side of french toast :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15. Do you like coffee?&lt;br /&gt;i love ittt (L)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16. How do you like your eggs?&lt;br /&gt;fertilized HAHAHA ROFLOL i'm kidding&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17. Do you believe in astrology?&lt;br /&gt;idk not really sometimes i guess&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18. Last person you talked to on the phone?&lt;br /&gt;mummy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19. Last person on your missed call list?&lt;br /&gt;sister :L&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20. What was the last text message you received?&lt;br /&gt;umm something about night at the museum 2 :L&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21. McDonalds or Burger King?&lt;br /&gt;MACCAS BRUH&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;22. Number of pillows?&lt;br /&gt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;23. Last thing you ate?&lt;br /&gt;your face :) nah a double cheeseburger xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;24. Last thing you paid for?&lt;br /&gt;.. a double cheeseburger ROFL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;25. What are you hearing right now?&lt;br /&gt;myself coughing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;26. Pick a lyric?&lt;br /&gt;We came together but you left alone, and I know how it feels to walk out on your own. Maybe someday I will see you again and you'll look me in my eyes and call me your &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;friend.&lt;/span&gt; ♥&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;27. What kind of jelly do you like on your PB &amp;amp; J sandwich?&lt;br /&gt;erm strawberry :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;28. Can you play pool?&lt;br /&gt;not really LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;29. Do you know how to swim?&lt;br /&gt;yeah but not very well&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;30. Favorite ice cream?&lt;br /&gt;cookies and cream&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;31. Do you like naps?&lt;br /&gt;theyre okay :L&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;32. Tell me a random fact:&lt;br /&gt;paris hilton throws her undies away after use ROFL actually idk is that even true? :L&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;33. Ever attend a theme party?&lt;br /&gt;social? ROFL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;34. What is your favorite season?&lt;br /&gt;autumn :]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;35. What is the first music video you ever saw?&lt;br /&gt;i dunnoooo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;36. Pick a movie quote:&lt;br /&gt;"We went days without a meaningful conversation. And I used to miss you so much when that happened. But it never seemed like you missed me. And because of it, I stopped missing you."&lt;br /&gt;ok i cheated it's from oth :L&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;37. Favorite quote:&lt;br /&gt;"It's amazing the things you realize when you lose someone. You get mad at yourself for not saying the things you could have said a million times. You take for granted the days you spent doing nothing when you could have been with them. Anyone can be taken, at any point in our lives, but we always wait until they're gone to say the things we never had the courage to say."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;38. What is your favorite hangout?&lt;br /&gt;anywhere as long as my buddies are there :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;39. Best friend's name?&lt;br /&gt;-insert a bunch of names-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;40. How long have you known them?&lt;br /&gt;long enough :L&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;41. Last time you laughed at something stupid?&lt;br /&gt;the last time i saw your face BOOM BOOM&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;42. What time did you wake up this morning?&lt;br /&gt;like 9&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;43. Wake up next to anyone?&lt;br /&gt;your mum?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;44. Best thing about winter?&lt;br /&gt;cuddling up LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;45. Name a couple of favorite colors:&lt;br /&gt;yellow. purple :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;46. How old are you?&lt;br /&gt;15&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;49. What month is your birthday in?&lt;br /&gt;marccchhh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;50. Do you think pirates are cool or overrated?&lt;br /&gt;totally cool&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;51. Favorite Dave Matthews Band song (if you have one)?&lt;br /&gt;who is that LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;52. What are you doing this weekend?&lt;br /&gt;idk? LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;53. Who will take this survey?&lt;br /&gt;your mum :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6759275691566176845-3604957783867711485?l=heartsinahurry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heartsinahurry.blogspot.com/feeds/3604957783867711485/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6759275691566176845&amp;postID=3604957783867711485' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6759275691566176845/posts/default/3604957783867711485'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6759275691566176845/posts/default/3604957783867711485'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heartsinahurry.blogspot.com/2009/06/yo-mamma.html' title='yo mamma'/><author><name>nina :)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14919975320460159579</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QqLgvlTdwzg/SyzFHJeHRKI/AAAAAAAAAoU/akFDVQYbS7A/S220/DSCN0512.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6759275691566176845.post-1867609488474942729</id><published>2009-06-20T16:42:00.003+10:00</published><updated>2009-06-20T16:45:30.841+10:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fml'/><title type='text'>liek omg</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QqLgvlTdwzg/SjyFVLnUDPI/AAAAAAAAAdg/7hH35Kc479o/s1600-h/haha.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 256px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QqLgvlTdwzg/SjyFVLnUDPI/AAAAAAAAAdg/7hH35Kc479o/s320/haha.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349297056350735602" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FML&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOL. anyway bye i have work :L fries yaaay.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6759275691566176845-1867609488474942729?l=heartsinahurry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heartsinahurry.blogspot.com/feeds/1867609488474942729/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6759275691566176845&amp;postID=1867609488474942729' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6759275691566176845/posts/default/1867609488474942729'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6759275691566176845/posts/default/1867609488474942729'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heartsinahurry.blogspot.com/2009/06/liek-omg.html' title='liek omg'/><author><name>nina :)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14919975320460159579</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QqLgvlTdwzg/SyzFHJeHRKI/AAAAAAAAAoU/akFDVQYbS7A/S220/DSCN0512.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QqLgvlTdwzg/SjyFVLnUDPI/AAAAAAAAAdg/7hH35Kc479o/s72-c/haha.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6759275691566176845.post-5357182504127610999</id><published>2009-06-17T18:07:00.005+10:00</published><updated>2009-06-17T19:03:06.160+10:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='nina really needs a life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='school'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='daily life'/><title type='text'>curiousity</title><content type='html'>hello :L&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;blogging, for the first time in... a while :O hahaha&lt;br /&gt;anyways.... what do people blog about nowadays LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my day =)&lt;br /&gt;rollcall first right LOL. anyway i found out that i gave in my note for that workshop thingo tomorrows...LOL i don't even remember handing it in :') i haven't paid though .. nor do i plan on doing so :D then we had umm.. science. which was boringgg as usual. i hate the topic were doing; umm electrical circuits or some shiz? i hate it, def not doing physics next yr :)&lt;br /&gt;then we had ag :L which was pretty boring too; just questions on moormeat or something idk LOL then recess. and interact :L we're gonna do something for Red Nose Day guys! maybe cupcakes or we're hoping on a mufti day but i doubt it.. :L anyways something like that. so yeah stay tuned :D there's also a stall for Beyond Blue coming up, so yeah! well actually.. it's next term i think LOL. but thats soon, i guess :L&lt;br /&gt;mmmm and then... pass? LOL we're doing coaching, kinda a gay topic imo, but oh wells it'll be fun coaching our class LOL. I ♥ pass major class :)  we totally own you minor :D well not intellectually.. in terms of awesomeness (H) LOLOL kidding.. maybe.. LOL. I'M GONNA MISS YOU GUYS NEXT YEAR LOL hopefully pe class/es are gonna be the same/similar to this years D: and i better not effing have hughsey. i hate him!!! freaking give me 5/10 for extended response. AND he told me to "get on with it!" no joke. he wrote it on my paper. GRRRRRRRRR STFU ITS CALLED AN EXTENDED RESPONSE FOR A REASON :@ hmphh. and he gives 7/10 to a certain someone who wrote 1 page. ONE PAGE. GRRR. people these days. i'm never gonna get over this GR LOL --" anyway. LOL yeah i hope andy teaches pe next year (Y)&lt;br /&gt;anyways. i say anyways alot huh LOL. anyways. xD netball man. LOL we vsed hurlystone B team. we actually won LOL. it's cos we have the mei wei :) LOLS. go team D! D for DBSK :DDD hahahs. then musical practice. man, i can't do it LOL i keep cracking up whilst doing the dance thingo/singing, its horrible! LOL. everyone needs to go see the musical btw. Peter Pan broo! WATCH ITTT. i'm an indian, watch it to see meeeeee and my 1 line (HIMBA HOOLA PETA PANN! or something like that? ROFL) and awesome dance/song and awesome costume :D haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm gonna give in my subject selection note tomorrows hopefully. i have it all figured out now :)&lt;br /&gt;i am (hopefully) doinggg&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;2u maths (cos i reallyyy suck at maths :/)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;ext. 1 english&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;chem&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;biology&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;pdhpe&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;and visual design in yr11 :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;what are you doingg?!?!?!??&lt;br /&gt;i'm curious :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways i guess i shall ttyl.&lt;br /&gt;got-ta do jap ass.&lt;br /&gt;done 3.5/8 articles and its like due on friday :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ps. social was awesome. how pretty is this pic (Y)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QqLgvlTdwzg/Sjiw43fUqvI/AAAAAAAAAdY/m8GdDjFQoR0/s1600-h/IMG_3257.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QqLgvlTdwzg/Sjiw43fUqvI/AAAAAAAAAdY/m8GdDjFQoR0/s320/IMG_3257.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348219048516954866" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bye!&lt;br /&gt;xo&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6759275691566176845-5357182504127610999?l=heartsinahurry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heartsinahurry.blogspot.com/feeds/5357182504127610999/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6759275691566176845&amp;postID=5357182504127610999' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6759275691566176845/posts/default/5357182504127610999'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6759275691566176845/posts/default/5357182504127610999'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heartsinahurry.blogspot.com/2009/06/curiousity.html' title='curiousity'/><author><name>nina :)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14919975320460159579</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QqLgvlTdwzg/SyzFHJeHRKI/AAAAAAAAAoU/akFDVQYbS7A/S220/DSCN0512.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QqLgvlTdwzg/Sjiw43fUqvI/AAAAAAAAAdY/m8GdDjFQoR0/s72-c/IMG_3257.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6759275691566176845.post-5118334012561551179</id><published>2009-06-14T12:29:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2009-06-14T12:30:44.603+10:00</updated><title type='text'>we can change the world.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=42E2fAWM6rA"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=42E2fAWM6rA&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GMH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6759275691566176845-5118334012561551179?l=heartsinahurry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heartsinahurry.blogspot.com/feeds/5118334012561551179/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6759275691566176845&amp;postID=5118334012561551179' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6759275691566176845/posts/default/5118334012561551179'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6759275691566176845/posts/default/5118334012561551179'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heartsinahurry.blogspot.com/2009/06/we-can-change-world.html' title='we can change the world.'/><author><name>nina :)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14919975320460159579</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QqLgvlTdwzg/SyzFHJeHRKI/AAAAAAAAAoU/akFDVQYbS7A/S220/DSCN0512.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6759275691566176845.post-2140527047975120022</id><published>2009-06-12T18:07:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2009-06-12T18:21:38.670+10:00</updated><title type='text'>bored &amp; havn't started english :(</title><content type='html'>3 Things That Scare You:&lt;br /&gt;- being alone&lt;br /&gt;- cockroaches&lt;br /&gt;- the dark =\&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3 Things That Make You Angry&lt;br /&gt;- racism/prejudice/sexism (that should be counted as three things huh :L)&lt;br /&gt;- people that don't keep promises; people who don't stick to their word.&lt;br /&gt;- people who say they did bad in an exam when really they got like 124389032%&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3 Things That You Are Sorry About&lt;br /&gt;- losing friendships and drifting apart&lt;br /&gt;- hurting people unintentionally&lt;br /&gt;- getting in your way and just being an inconvenience.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3 Things That Disgust You&lt;br /&gt;- sluts who are bitches too&lt;br /&gt;- stepping in warm shit D:&lt;br /&gt;- people who don't tell the truth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3 Things That Surprise You&lt;br /&gt;- the colour of the sky. like why is it so blue 8)&lt;br /&gt;- doing quite alright in geo :)&lt;br /&gt;- waking up all of a sudden and not wanting to check the time in case it's time to get up and go to school but really when i look it's like 6am (Y)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3 Things You Are Confident About&lt;br /&gt;- living without youu.&lt;br /&gt;- myself. now i am, and yeah it's cos of you so thank you&lt;br /&gt;- doing pdhpe next yr =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3 Things That Make You Cry&lt;br /&gt;- missing someone when they don't miss you at all&lt;br /&gt;- letting the same thing get to you, time and time again&lt;br /&gt;- the fact that all everyone sees is a lie. all they see is smiles. i go home and cry myself to sleep alot of the time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3 Things That Make You Happy&lt;br /&gt;- my baby (L) bahahah&lt;br /&gt;- food&lt;br /&gt;- hugs from people i love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3 Things That Make You Laugh&lt;br /&gt;- fmylife&lt;br /&gt;- my friends (LL)&lt;br /&gt;- jeff xie ROFLS (HAHAHAH YEAH THATS RIGHT, YOUR NOT MY FRIEND :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3 Things That Stress You Out&lt;br /&gt;- assignments.&lt;br /&gt;- pimples&lt;br /&gt;- boys&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3 Things That Make You Proud&lt;br /&gt;- my wardrobe (ROFL haha, yeah i know i need a life)&lt;br /&gt;- pass mark. like yeah im happy with it. i beat you :)&lt;br /&gt;- knowing when i die, i'm going straight to heaven. where nothing will ever ever hurt me again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3 Things That Relax You&lt;br /&gt;- coffee. somehow :L&lt;br /&gt;- love song dedications&lt;br /&gt;- watching news (ie. falling asleep after :D)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3 People You Respect&lt;br /&gt;- my parents (yeah they count as one ahah)&lt;br /&gt;- patty patrick :)&lt;br /&gt;- not you :L&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3 Things You Love&lt;br /&gt;- my baby&lt;br /&gt;- shopping&lt;br /&gt;- food&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3 Things That Amaze You&lt;br /&gt;- the colour of the sky! LOL&lt;br /&gt;- myself :')&lt;br /&gt;- how they made those tower profiterole thingys on master chef xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3 Things That Worry You&lt;br /&gt;- assignments&lt;br /&gt;- you&lt;br /&gt;- subject selections :/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3 Things That Bore You&lt;br /&gt;- homework&lt;br /&gt;- geography&lt;br /&gt;- being internetless&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3 Things You Get Anxious About&lt;br /&gt;- marks&lt;br /&gt;- you sometimes&lt;br /&gt;- that neutrogena wave thingomabob hahas :L&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3 Things That Confuse You&lt;br /&gt;- maths.&lt;br /&gt;- yeah you again&lt;br /&gt;- what subjects to choose :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3 Things That Embarrass You&lt;br /&gt;- family / my sister driving over the kerb thing at school one arvo *sigh*&lt;br /&gt;- my unphotogenic-ness LOL&lt;br /&gt;- just me in general xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3 Things That Impress You&lt;br /&gt;- how good looking i am 8D HAHAH&lt;br /&gt;- random hugs :)&lt;br /&gt;- people who do really kind stuff for no reason (L)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3 Things You Miss&lt;br /&gt;- yeah you sometimes&lt;br /&gt;- the times when boys had cooties and school fees were cheap :L&lt;br /&gt;- year 8.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3 Things That Make You Uneasy&lt;br /&gt;- you&lt;br /&gt;- seeing my baby xD&lt;br /&gt;- intimate scenes in movies ROFL yeah i'm so immature i fastfwd :L&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3 Things That Turn You On&lt;br /&gt;- my baby (LLLL) :D&lt;br /&gt;- guys with a sweet sexy smile (ie. kale HAHAHA :)&lt;br /&gt;- a remote control. HAHAHAHA BOOM BOOM :L&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3 Things That Comfort You&lt;br /&gt;- hugs that are really warm and long :)&lt;br /&gt;- a comforter BAHAH im so lame&lt;br /&gt;- knowing that i don't need you, because no matter what i'll always have my bestest buddies there to catch me when i fall =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6759275691566176845-2140527047975120022?l=heartsinahurry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heartsinahurry.blogspot.com/feeds/2140527047975120022/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6759275691566176845&amp;postID=2140527047975120022' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6759275691566176845/posts/default/2140527047975120022'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6759275691566176845/posts/default/2140527047975120022'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heartsinahurry.blogspot.com/2009/06/bored-havnt-started-english.html' title='bored &amp; havn&apos;t started english :('/><author><name>nina :)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14919975320460159579</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QqLgvlTdwzg/SyzFHJeHRKI/AAAAAAAAAoU/akFDVQYbS7A/S220/DSCN0512.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6759275691566176845.post-8625688143464615668</id><published>2009-06-07T00:33:00.004+10:00</published><updated>2009-06-07T01:10:07.103+10:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='in here'/><title type='text'>inspiration</title><content type='html'>haha spam. felt like a change, so new layout bahah.&lt;br /&gt;today i..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;burnt my elbow at work&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;spent $12.50 at the newsagents buying supplies for english ass which i still havent started. creative block :(&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;changed layout&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;decided i'm going to be fine without you. suhh nap =)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;photo spammmm&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QqLgvlTdwzg/SiqFbkHePQI/AAAAAAAAAcU/GgHxKzvH-6w/s1600-h/toerase.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; 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float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 213px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QqLgvlTdwzg/SiqFbxXcreI/AAAAAAAAAck/R24FHrs3-TI/s320/absenceofyou.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344230619983162850" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6759275691566176845-8625688143464615668?l=heartsinahurry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heartsinahurry.blogspot.com/feeds/8625688143464615668/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6759275691566176845&amp;postID=8625688143464615668' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6759275691566176845/posts/default/8625688143464615668'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6759275691566176845/posts/default/8625688143464615668'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heartsinahurry.blogspot.com/2009/06/inspiration.html' title='inspiration'/><author><name>nina :)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14919975320460159579</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QqLgvlTdwzg/SyzFHJeHRKI/AAAAAAAAAoU/akFDVQYbS7A/S220/DSCN0512.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QqLgvlTdwzg/SiqFbkHePQI/AAAAAAAAAcU/GgHxKzvH-6w/s72-c/toerase.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6759275691566176845.post-1863114727114868344</id><published>2009-06-06T16:52:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2009-06-06T16:54:50.192+10:00</updated><title type='text'>.</title><content type='html'>it's not fair.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6759275691566176845-1863114727114868344?l=heartsinahurry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heartsinahurry.blogspot.com/feeds/1863114727114868344/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6759275691566176845&amp;postID=1863114727114868344' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6759275691566176845/posts/default/1863114727114868344'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6759275691566176845/posts/default/1863114727114868344'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heartsinahurry.blogspot.com/2009/06/blog-post.html' title='.'/><author><name>nina :)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14919975320460159579</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QqLgvlTdwzg/SyzFHJeHRKI/AAAAAAAAAoU/akFDVQYbS7A/S220/DSCN0512.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6759275691566176845.post-8307655263050322839</id><published>2009-06-01T18:42:00.005+10:00</published><updated>2009-06-01T19:57:50.920+10:00</updated><title type='text'>you make me sick.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QqLgvlTdwzg/SiOl7OZ1pWI/AAAAAAAAAcE/J4kvcgJ-2SU/s1600-h/brokenandalone.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 248px; height: 145px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QqLgvlTdwzg/SiOl7OZ1pWI/AAAAAAAAAcE/J4kvcgJ-2SU/s320/brokenandalone.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342296019888874850" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Look honestly i'm just so sick of everything. Everything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For one this stupid wave of putting each other down online (yeah I'm fucking looking at you skxdlx or whatever shit). Get a life would you? It's just not nice what you're doing. You're bitching about these young, and I emphasise YOUNG girls, younger than you. You should really know better. It's just silly. Keep your unkind opinions to yourself. Stop - look at what you're doing. It's like a cry for attention, isn't it? Just, get a life. Worry about yourself. Stop obsessing and setting out to put these people down. Focus on your own life. Please. What you're doing is just totally unnecessary.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also just, I'm so sick of people. And I don't mean everyone. lol. I still love you guys, just, some people, just are really getting on my nerves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. You need to sort out your priorities. You keep doing this, you keep hurting me. Everytime I try and spill my heart out to you, everytime I reach out for help, you do nothing. In fact the next day you're all over him. It's as if you're doing it on purpose. Are you doing it on purpose? What's wrong with you, don't you get it? You're fucking hurting me. The both of you. Him I can understand, with him hurting me is nothing new, but you, I had more faith in you. You let me down, over and over again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. You.. you're the luckiest damn girl in the world. Or are you? I don't know, part of me is jealous; the other part feels so so sorry for you; because it's only a matter of time before he hurts you, again and again. Or is he already hurting you? I don't know. I'm not a part of his perfect little life anymore. You are his life now, no-one else matters to him. So cherish it; you never know when it's gonna end. And I'm not hoping and praying that it will, I'm not that kind of person. Just, nothing lasts forever. Remember that. Stay strong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. There is nothing I would like more than to shove a wad of ant-infested bark up your sorry ass. Oh, do you think that's a bit harsh? Well take a look in the mirror. Think that'll hurt? Look at what you've done to me. You can't ever even begin to understand how much pain and suffering you have put me through. You make me feel like I'm worthless. Like I'm not good enough. And you made me feel guilty. You made me feel like it was my fault when really it's yours. It's just not fair because you're allowed to move on, and not give a shit, while me, I CAN'T LET GO AND IT HURTS SO GODDAMN MUCH. I can't even bare looking at you. I really can't. You're just lucky that I'm not cruel enough to put you through what I've gone through.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Look, I don't understand why you're doing the things that you are doing. You can't keep pulling me in when it's convenient for you and pushing me away when it isn't. What do you want from me? I honestly have enough on my plate right now, I don't need this. I can't keep going on like this, I'm enough of a disaster as it is. I can't keep setting myself up for the pain you keep putting me through. Figure out what it is you want from me before you come back this time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Keep your head held high. If you want to cry out loud, turn to me. If you want nothing more than to scream profanities and throw things, let me be there to scream and throw with you.  As hypocritical as this sounds don't let him get to you. I know you're a strong, independent, beautiful person and you don't deserve this. You don't deserve to be broken, left behind, forgotten, replaced. We don't deserve any of the shit these smelly boys have dumped onto our backs. Good things fall apart for the better to come, remember that. I love you unconditionally. Smile, we don't need boys hehe. xxx&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm totally a wreck and I need to fix myself before it's too late. Might talk to someone about it. All. We'll see I guess. Well goodbye for now&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6759275691566176845-8307655263050322839?l=heartsinahurry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heartsinahurry.blogspot.com/feeds/8307655263050322839/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6759275691566176845&amp;postID=8307655263050322839' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6759275691566176845/posts/default/8307655263050322839'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6759275691566176845/posts/default/8307655263050322839'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heartsinahurry.blogspot.com/2009/06/you-make-me-sick.html' title='you make me sick.'/><author><name>nina :)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14919975320460159579</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QqLgvlTdwzg/SyzFHJeHRKI/AAAAAAAAAoU/akFDVQYbS7A/S220/DSCN0512.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QqLgvlTdwzg/SiOl7OZ1pWI/AAAAAAAAAcE/J4kvcgJ-2SU/s72-c/brokenandalone.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6759275691566176845.post-7007624983147548682</id><published>2009-05-31T14:13:00.005+10:00</published><updated>2009-05-31T14:20:33.769+10:00</updated><title type='text'>no it don't break even,</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QqLgvlTdwzg/SiIEZQXGB_I/AAAAAAAAAb0/X4lgc-7-ZZE/s1600-h/UU8sftjMcnzrh9updeVYoli3o1_500.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 250px; height: 182px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QqLgvlTdwzg/SiIEZQXGB_I/AAAAAAAAAb0/X4lgc-7-ZZE/s320/UU8sftjMcnzrh9updeVYoli3o1_500.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341836939949901810" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QqLgvlTdwzg/SiIEZogHVNI/AAAAAAAAAb8/b1KqOc8NYxc/s1600-h/z193885387.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 263px; height: 263px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QqLgvlTdwzg/SiIEZogHVNI/AAAAAAAAAb8/b1KqOc8NYxc/s320/z193885387.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341836946430186706" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ps. clothes swap anyone? :) i'm totally up for it, i have a heap of useless shit i never wear :L lemme know!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6759275691566176845-7007624983147548682?l=heartsinahurry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heartsinahurry.blogspot.com/feeds/7007624983147548682/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6759275691566176845&amp;postID=7007624983147548682' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6759275691566176845/posts/default/7007624983147548682'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6759275691566176845/posts/default/7007624983147548682'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heartsinahurry.blogspot.com/2009/05/no-it-dont-break-even.html' title='no it don&apos;t break even,'/><author><name>nina :)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14919975320460159579</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QqLgvlTdwzg/SyzFHJeHRKI/AAAAAAAAAoU/akFDVQYbS7A/S220/DSCN0512.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QqLgvlTdwzg/SiIEZQXGB_I/AAAAAAAAAb0/X4lgc-7-ZZE/s72-c/UU8sftjMcnzrh9updeVYoli3o1_500.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6759275691566176845.post-5673889201503189991</id><published>2009-05-26T21:33:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2009-05-26T21:34:32.894+10:00</updated><title type='text'>1 more exaaam (more like 2)</title><content type='html'>Ever felt like you're not good enough?&lt;br /&gt;all the time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Has anyone upset you in the last week?&lt;br /&gt;mm&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you miss anyone?&lt;br /&gt;meh. yeah but i'll survive&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you think two people can last forever?&lt;br /&gt;if they love each other enough&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Does it make you uncomfortable when you receive a compliment?&lt;br /&gt;sometimes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is there one person you look at and automatically smile?&lt;br /&gt;yes xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When was the last time you were unhappy with your life?&lt;br /&gt;.....like today. everyday :L&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you want your life to stay the way it is right now forever?&lt;br /&gt;fuck no&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is there a time you would like to put on repeat, and live it forever?&lt;br /&gt;yeah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can you recall the last time you liked someone a lot?&lt;br /&gt;yep&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are you cheating on someone right now?&lt;br /&gt;no?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyone of the opposite sex been on your mind lately?&lt;br /&gt;all the fucking time --"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When is the next time you'll hug someone?&lt;br /&gt;tomorrow. i hope xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are you nice to everyone?&lt;br /&gt;i try to be&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever slept in the same bed as your friends?&lt;br /&gt;yeahh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who is someone you wish you could fix things with?&lt;br /&gt;mm not sure if i want to 'fix things'. i just want a clean break. i wish it ended differently&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is there anything in your past that you'd like to try again?&lt;br /&gt;yeah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did your parents spoil you as a child?&lt;br /&gt;no :L&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What do you feel weird without?&lt;br /&gt;you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you brush your hair with a comb or a brush?&lt;br /&gt;with my fingerss&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How many hours of sleep did you get last night?&lt;br /&gt;like 6&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you like funny people or serious people?&lt;br /&gt;funnyy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What are you listening to?&lt;br /&gt;because - jessica mauboy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are you wearing any make up right now?&lt;br /&gt;psh do i ever :L&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What would you do if you found out you had been cheated on?&lt;br /&gt;slap them in the face then kick them in the balls and then walk away xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you sing obnoxiously in the car?&lt;br /&gt;sometimes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is your biggest regret?&lt;br /&gt;meeting you. boom boom&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who was the last person you talked to on the phone?&lt;br /&gt;umm. maccas? :L&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever cried from being so mad?&lt;br /&gt;yeah a lot of times&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you have trust issues?&lt;br /&gt;meh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Expecting something to change in the next month?&lt;br /&gt;fucking hope so&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is the most difficult thing you've ever had to overcome?&lt;br /&gt;still trying to overcome itt&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are you an argumentative person?&lt;br /&gt;idk am i? lols&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you talked about marriage with another person?&lt;br /&gt;yeah, but not like, marriage WITH another person, just talking with another person about our weddings and shit xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Could you ever be friends with someone who hurt you badly?&lt;br /&gt;probably&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you believe exes can be friends?&lt;br /&gt;not really.. if you can u probably never liked them, or still do? idk.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6759275691566176845-5673889201503189991?l=heartsinahurry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heartsinahurry.blogspot.com/feeds/5673889201503189991/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6759275691566176845&amp;postID=5673889201503189991' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6759275691566176845/posts/default/5673889201503189991'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6759275691566176845/posts/default/5673889201503189991'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heartsinahurry.blogspot.com/2009/05/1-more-exaaam-more-like-2.html' title='1 more exaaam (more like 2)'/><author><name>nina :)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14919975320460159579</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QqLgvlTdwzg/SyzFHJeHRKI/AAAAAAAAAoU/akFDVQYbS7A/S220/DSCN0512.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6759275691566176845.post-6853609488085672975</id><published>2009-05-25T18:50:00.002+10:00</published><updated>2009-05-25T18:54:38.942+10:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='in here'/><title type='text'>Won't stop moving until I'm where I want to be.</title><content type='html'>You've changed so much. I guess that's what happens. I wish you knew how much you changed me. I wonder if I changed you. Is your life is different because of me? Because mine's different. My God, you taught me so much, and now we don't even talk to each other. I guess that's what happens.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I admit it hurts, who ever said the truth was an easy blow? Your silence is breaking me down. Say something, just this once. Suspense keeps building up. I need the truth, I need it now.  Don’t confuse me with your indecisive thoughts. Don’t pull me down without explaining why.  I can’t keep walking if you don’t know the path. I’m sick of this silence, of these words left unspoken. Restraining myself from my impulsive actions, I tell myself you have no fault in this. You think I don’t understand? I know we don’t have control over the heart, we can’t choose who to love. But please don’t do this to me. Why give me hope if it’s all in vain?  It’s the fear of moving on without you that keeps me hanging on. Can you feel it now, this tangible distance between us? It’s killing me inside.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's always easier to plan ahead than it is to look back, and I guess that's why I never realized that love is a feeling, not a choice. The real decision-making always came after you had even realized what had happened - when you discover that you had entrenched yourself so deep into someone's life that the only options were to push ahead or fall apart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We cling to music, to poems, to quotes, to writing, to art, because we desperately do not want to be alone. We want to know we aren’t going crazy and someone else out there knows exactly how you’re feeling. We want someone to explain the things we can’t. We love everything tied up neatly, easy, simple, and when we can’t do that, it scares the hell out of us. To not know the next step, or where you’re headed, kills. Being unsure isn’t in our plans. But its those moments, the ones where you risk it and step unknowingly into the future that assures us life is larger than we’ll ever know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Beautiful things come out of horrible situations. I know for a fact. Out of sadness you get a new found wisdom on how the world can look with a haze of gray clouds, how people can be senseless, how you can see the whole universe in a whole new way. And that may be hard to handle, hard to cope, hard to accept, but it is so damn beautiful  if you really take the chance to realize. Out of anger, you can feel your heart beat race, with every beat it is shaking your whole being and not only the heavy steps you take. It is when you, your whole self and some power is telling you that you are alive. And that is amazing in every angle. Out of anything there is something in there that makes it incredible. Something that makes it shine. Whatever you feel is potent and it is such a blessing to be able to feel what you feel. You just have to think about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've learned this past year. I've changed, I've grown. Maybe things do happen for a reason, maybe they don't. But no matter what, they still happen. That's what we need to remember. I learned to stop analyzing things, to just let them happen. And if I get hurt, or if something bad happens, then it happens. There's nothing I can do to change that. I've learned to go with my gut, and that it's okay to make mistakes because the ones that matter won't care. I've learned that love really is as great as they say it is. I've learned that your friends can save you from your worst enemy: yourself. And most importantly, I've learned that today is all we have.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6759275691566176845-6853609488085672975?l=heartsinahurry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heartsinahurry.blogspot.com/feeds/6853609488085672975/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6759275691566176845&amp;postID=6853609488085672975' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6759275691566176845/posts/default/6853609488085672975'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6759275691566176845/posts/default/6853609488085672975'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heartsinahurry.blogspot.com/2009/05/wont-stop-moving-until-im-where-i-want.html' title='Won&apos;t stop moving until I&apos;m where I want to be.'/><author><name>nina :)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14919975320460159579</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QqLgvlTdwzg/SyzFHJeHRKI/AAAAAAAAAoU/akFDVQYbS7A/S220/DSCN0512.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6759275691566176845.post-3352520227882717032</id><published>2009-05-10T13:18:00.006+10:00</published><updated>2009-06-25T23:01:14.744+10:00</updated><title type='text'>omfg i was mauled by a lion</title><content type='html'>yesterday:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QqLgvlTdwzg/SgZIgv9c8YI/AAAAAAAAAbc/yk8WnB5ql44/s1600-h/DSC00085.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QqLgvlTdwzg/SgZIgv9c8YI/AAAAAAAAAbc/yk8WnB5ql44/s320/DSC00085.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334030536134160770" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QqLgvlTdwzg/SgZIg60wcMI/AAAAAAAAAbk/M-bK7FF4JgQ/s1600-h/DSC00087.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QqLgvlTdwzg/SgZIg60wcMI/AAAAAAAAAbk/M-bK7FF4JgQ/s320/DSC00087.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334030539050479810" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:O&lt;br /&gt;and no lol, i'm not emo. its no self-inflicted wound or anything. well.. it was self-inflicted but it was an accident. damn fries basket -sniffles-&lt;br /&gt;-------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anywho. yeah I know I said hiatus but I needa just get all this off my chest so I can just.. move on, keep living my life, start fresh, whatever lame cliches lol. sorry in advance for all the profanities&lt;br /&gt;--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You hurt me. You may not know it, and you sure as hell won't care but you did. You did, you do, and you continue to. But you know what? I'm not gonna keep letting you destroy my life. I won't let it eat away at me until I'm completely &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;gone. &lt;/span&gt;Because I don't deserve that. And you don't deserve the satisfaction of knowing that I fucken fell hard for you, when you didn't even cushion the fall; didn't even bother &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;trying&lt;/span&gt; to make it better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So what exactly did you think you would accomplish in not telling me? Think you were protecting me? Think that I wouldnt've wanted to know? &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Do you think that I'm so stupid that I wouldn't have ever found out at all? &lt;/span&gt;Well you don't know me at all do you. I'm not fucking stupid. Well maybe I was. WAS. I was stupid in thinking so high of you, when really you're .&lt;-THIS big. Yeah, you're THAT big to me, that's how much RESPECT I have left of you, that's how much is left of EVERYTHING. Every single little fucking thing.  It would've been so much better hearing it from you, but you know you're THATT much of a fucken selfish coward that a friend had to tell me. Yeah they knew all along, but you know what they said to me? They said they didn't tell me because &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;they thought it'd be better if you told me yourself but you never did.&lt;/span&gt; HA. You fucking COWARD.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes I'm angry okay? Because you pretty much lied. You're too much of an IDIOT to think that maybe I wanted to know. And maybe I wanted to hear it from you. You don't have &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;any&lt;/span&gt; respect for me at all do you? Sure it would've hurt. I would've been sad, cried, did other shit like that but then you know I would've GOTTEN OVER IT. I would've thought, 'Hey, he cared enough to tell me, so now it's time for me to just move on. And keep him in my life' But now, now all I think is that you never cared AT ALL enough to know that I would've wanted the truth. Because you never told me YOURSELF all I can think of are a string of profanities directed to no other but you. Haha look what you've done, you asshole.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And you know what, yeah. Yeah it's my fault anyway. It's my fault for ever caring. Mine for ever thinking that you did. Yeah, it's my fault for liking you but you know YOU'RE NOT FUCKING INNOCENT IN THIS, OKAY? It's as much YOUR fault as it is MINE. No matter how contradictory this whole fucken paragraph sounds, yeah it's your fault. And it's my fault. It's our fucking fault and I'm fucking sorry for ever bothering to care okay? I'm sorry I ever believed that you were actually a nice guy, that you actually &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;cared&lt;/span&gt; about me. Sorry I had so much more faith in you than I should have had.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because you took that, you took it and you threw it all down and walked away and didn't ever stop to look back at the MESS that you created. The mess that YOU put me in and the fucking wreck that YOU MADE OF ME. You completely destroyed me, and then you turned around and &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;left. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All those promises, all the things you said, all the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;lies&lt;/span&gt; you fed to me. It just makes me SICK to think I ever believed you. That you'd actually be there, that you actually &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;cared&lt;/span&gt;. Haha well you're not here now are you. It's fine though. I don't need you, alright? I want you to know that. I want you to know that you &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;walked out of my life &lt;/span&gt;yet again&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;,&lt;/span&gt; and I won't let you come back this time. It's not fair on myself and it only feeds your already gi-fucking-gantic ego.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I'm finally walking away from the nothing that's left of us. I'm leaving &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;and I'm not coming back.&lt;/span&gt; EVER. I just want you to know that. And if ever you decide to come waltzing back into my life thinking everything's okay with me, be careful. Be fucking careful, and choose your words wisely. Because if you say the wrong thing, if you hurt me &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;ONE MORE MOTHERFUCKING TIME&lt;/span&gt; then you just might be faced with a black eye and a kick in the balls. Not that you have any anyway, am I right? ha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You've shown to me that you can live without me. I can see that you don't need me because you're so happy without me. So if it's the last thing I do I will prove to you that I can live without you. I will prove to MYSELF that I don't need you anymore, I will be a better person without you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Goodbye, and good riddance.&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;so happy one fucking month, you dickhead. don't fucking hurt her. or this whole fucken thing would have been for nothing you hear me?&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/6759275691566176845-3352520227882717032?l=heartsinahurry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heartsinahurry.blogspot.com/feeds/3352520227882717032/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6759275691566176845&amp;postID=3352520227882717032' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6759275691566176845/posts/default/3352520227882717032'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6759275691566176845/posts/default/3352520227882717032'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heartsinahurry.blogspot.com/2009/05/omfg-i-was-mauled-by-lion.html' title='omfg i was mauled by a lion'/><author><name>nina :)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14919975320460159579</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QqLgvlTdwzg/SyzFHJeHRKI/AAAAAAAAAoU/akFDVQYbS7A/S220/DSCN0512.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QqLgvlTdwzg/SgZIgv9c8YI/AAAAAAAAAbc/yk8WnB5ql44/s72-c/DSC00085.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6759275691566176845.post-3808596509913943634</id><published>2009-04-21T21:49:00.007+10:00</published><updated>2009-04-22T19:54:06.092+10:00</updated><title type='text'>no internet make nina a dull girl.</title><content type='html'>hello. lol&lt;br /&gt;weeeeell. i feel like blogging. and yeahs :L&lt;br /&gt;so yeah its holidays... OMG HOLIDAYS ARE NEARLY OVER woe is me. LOL nina don't wanna go back to school :( save meeeeeeeeee.&lt;br /&gt;welll anyways. LOL. holidays are always boring though.. i guess school is alright but.. still don't wanna go =/&lt;br /&gt;hahahah omg. so like. my old internet service provider whatever shit LOL was like, yeah, shit. so my mummy changed to telstra bigpond LOL. and so yeah, some men came to like disconnect my old virgin broadband on erm.. tuesday? (while i was @ parra, watching 17 again, which was EFFING AWESOME!@#$%@# might i add xD) and yeah. so i came home. and we had like, no internet, and i was like FMLLLLLLLLLL. had to wait like, a WEEK before the modem thingy for new net came. and boy what a week. LOL hahah well not really but yeah :L i had to like. find other things to dooo, rather than staying in front of my laptop all day LOL. i think i used up alotta credit that week. D:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;my internet-less week:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;tuesday:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; so i left for parra at like 9, and was gone pretty much all day. got back at like, 5ish? and yeah, THATS WHEN IT AAALL STARTED LOLS. i just watched tv and texted all night :L&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;wednesday:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; i was home alone ALLL day. my sisters like totally dogged me. i was like sleeping and at like.. 9ish? one of my sisters is like "i'm going out laters bro" and then like, half an hour later the other one goes aswell T_T so i woke up at like, 11 and was lonely :( LOL. i was just laying on the couch watching crappy daytime television all day. sooo borings. and at night i like.. did the same thing as tuesday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;thursday:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; i... cant remember what i did in the day. LOL. i think i went livo by myself, cos my sisters went out again.. but maybe that was friday.. can't really remember. LOL. had work at 5:30-9, which was good. i had something to doooo besides watch tv at home --"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;friday:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; *looks above* haha. umm just tved and shit all night i guess&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;saturday: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;I had work again! ummm.. 11:30-3:30 ..... well that was what it was MEANTT to bee.. but jo asked if i wanted to stay back til 9 and i was like, doing mental maths in my mind tryna figure out how much i'd get. and then i calculated it. and then i said yes. LOL. dayumm it was tiring =O but i got a 30min break and half price meal, so it was all good x) najibby (LOL) let me off at like.. 8ish? though, so yeahs. just sat at like a bus shelter eating a sundae and talking on my phone for half an hour ish before my daddy came :L&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;sunday: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;erms ionno. work @ 5-8. thats pretty much it :L&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so anyways. cbb with the rest of the week :L but on mondays i got my netty net net back :) but funnily enough, i went back on, and then didn't really wanna go on anymore. so yeah lol. don't you hate it when reality comes and slaps you in the face. repeatedly. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways. just to make this blog longerrrrrr.&lt;br /&gt;recently bought, found, given to, whatevs:&lt;br /&gt;..........&lt;br /&gt;as promised? hahas&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what can i say, ridiculously cheap accessories float my boat hehe :D ps sorry for crappy pictures, lols.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QqLgvlTdwzg/Se7fupxtBvI/AAAAAAAAAaM/j2qfsiS-aaU/s1600-h/IMG_2949.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QqLgvlTdwzg/Se7fupxtBvI/AAAAAAAAAaM/j2qfsiS-aaU/s320/IMG_2949.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327441401807177458" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19.95 @ bardot :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QqLgvlTdwzg/Se7kUr9CaOI/AAAAAAAAAa0/OnXKz8xJ_mg/s1600-h/IMG_2963.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QqLgvlTdwzg/Se7kUr9CaOI/AAAAAAAAAa0/OnXKz8xJ_mg/s320/IMG_2963.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327446453273127138" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;grey knit dress @ vg. 20 bucks! bahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QqLgvlTdwzg/Se7iR9gaS9I/AAAAAAAAAak/qGy8PcdN8eQ/s1600-h/IMG_2961.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QqLgvlTdwzg/Se7iR9gaS9I/AAAAAAAAAak/qGy8PcdN8eQ/s320/IMG_2961.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327444207422032850" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;freefusion shirt dress; 13 bucks @ target&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QqLgvlTdwzg/Se7jEfrPflI/AAAAAAAAAas/cv3lZS106VA/s1600-h/IMG_2962.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QqLgvlTdwzg/Se7jEfrPflI/AAAAAAAAAas/cv3lZS106VA/s320/IMG_2962.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327445075587726930" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&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;cotton on vestttt. for layering? :L&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QqLgvlTdwzg/Se7lclmdWFI/AAAAAAAAAa8/YnY19UPE1xo/s1600-h/IMG_2964.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QqLgvlTdwzg/Se7lclmdWFI/AAAAAAAAAa8/YnY19UPE1xo/s320/IMG_2964.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327447688518391890" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;forcast top. soo prettyyyyy *_*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QqLgvlTdwzg/Se7mzUt6EKI/AAAAAAAAAbE/GHo6MfaEwU4/s1600-h/IMG_2968.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QqLgvlTdwzg/Se7mzUt6EKI/AAAAAAAAAbE/GHo6MfaEwU4/s320/IMG_2968.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327449178634850466" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so totally oversized. LOL. like 40 or something from some random asian shop :L&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QqLgvlTdwzg/Se7nkeI0CUI/AAAAAAAAAbM/mQ-kMdLdg7Q/s1600-h/IMG_2969.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QqLgvlTdwzg/Se7nkeI0CUI/AAAAAAAAAbM/mQ-kMdLdg7Q/s320/IMG_2969.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327450022977210690" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i also picked up a $7.50 pair of gladiators @ cotton on (Y), a 10 buck brown faux leather bag from morning glory LOL, a new pencilcase from mg :D and a pair of ribbed grey stirrup socks from dotti for 6 buckss. 6! LOL hahaha i'm so cheap :')&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i also cut my fringe. it looks the same. i'm awesome.&lt;br /&gt;LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QqLgvlTdwzg/Se7oMYE3ydI/AAAAAAAAAbU/uoTyyg71b7o/s1600-h/lool.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 268px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QqLgvlTdwzg/Se7oMYE3ydI/AAAAAAAAAbU/uoTyyg71b7o/s320/lool.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327450708544834002" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways.&lt;br /&gt;byee!&lt;br /&gt;xx&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6759275691566176845-3808596509913943634?l=heartsinahurry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heartsinahurry.blogspot.com/feeds/3808596509913943634/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6759275691566176845&amp;postID=3808596509913943634' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6759275691566176845/posts/default/3808596509913943634'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6759275691566176845/posts/default/3808596509913943634'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heartsinahurry.blogspot.com/2009/04/no-internet-make-nina-dull-girl.html' title='no internet make nina a dull girl.'/><author><name>nina :)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14919975320460159579</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QqLgvlTdwzg/SyzFHJeHRKI/AAAAAAAAAoU/akFDVQYbS7A/S220/DSCN0512.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QqLgvlTdwzg/Se7fupxtBvI/AAAAAAAAAaM/j2qfsiS-aaU/s72-c/IMG_2949.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6759275691566176845.post-9082150471569199864</id><published>2009-04-11T11:14:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2009-04-11T11:15:20.740+10:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='etc'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='stuff'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ugh'/><title type='text'>100th post lol</title><content type='html'>Ten things I could say to ten different people right now:&lt;br /&gt;1. I need you right now. I'm sorry for not talking to you before but right now I really need you to be there.&lt;br /&gt;2. I don't know whether I'm angry at you, or angry at myself for letting this happen.&lt;br /&gt;3. What the hell is wrong with you?&lt;br /&gt;4. I'm sorry.&lt;br /&gt;5. We need to take our shirts off. (lol u get it yeah?)&lt;br /&gt;6. You're everything I'm not. It's okay, you'll always have him, I won't. It hurts to say but I know that's for sure.&lt;br /&gt;7. I love you. I can finally admit to that. I'm sorry for being a bitch to you lately.&lt;br /&gt;8. You're such a wonderful person. Your hugs make me happy. I hope I can get to know you more this year. See you next term &lt;3 :)&lt;br /&gt;9. You need to sort out your priorities.&lt;br /&gt;10. I talked to you properly, for the first time in a while. I miss you. I hope we can be close again, like how we were before.&lt;br /&gt;(okay i cheated, one's myself and 2 are for the same person.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nine things about myself:&lt;br /&gt;1. I like making mcflurries and fries&lt;br /&gt;2. I have not seen twilight yet. bahaha&lt;br /&gt;3. I used to play piano, and do jazz. looool i know huh. i cant dance xD&lt;br /&gt;4. My left pinky is messed up&lt;br /&gt;5. My ultimate goal is to own 27 dresses. (not the movie lol). I currently have 21&lt;br /&gt;6. Bardot is the best shop in the world. So is dotti.&lt;br /&gt;7. I love jeffrey (hahah its true :)&lt;br /&gt;8. Sometimes I really just wish for someone to hold my hand. Someone to take it and hold on tight and make me feel safe and secure from everyone and everything else around me.&lt;br /&gt;9. I miss my old self.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eight ways to win my heart:&lt;br /&gt;1. Lame jokes and pick up lines&lt;br /&gt;2. cute quirky sense of humour&lt;br /&gt;3. Agrees with mish, spontaneity =)&lt;br /&gt;4. Holds my hand and doesnt let go.&lt;br /&gt;5. Warm, long, loving hugs.&lt;br /&gt;6. Honesty&lt;br /&gt;7. Someone who accepts me for me. I know i'm not perfect, they need to know that too.&lt;br /&gt;8. Cute, thought-that-counts gifts that scream 'i love you'&lt;br /&gt;and ....... 9. someone who'll dance with me. waltzing &lt;333333&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seven things that cross my mind a lot:&lt;br /&gt;1. What have I done?&lt;br /&gt;2. What's so good about this kelly chick? (hahahaha kidding!!)&lt;br /&gt;3. I'm bored&lt;br /&gt;4. I like her outfit&lt;br /&gt;5. How can I be happy again&lt;br /&gt;6. I'm going to fail maths.&lt;br /&gt;7. And geography.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Six things I wish I never did:&lt;br /&gt;1. Meet you. It was a downspiral from then.&lt;br /&gt;2. Hurt you.&lt;br /&gt;3. Did what I did.&lt;br /&gt;4. Said what I said.&lt;br /&gt;5. Cried so much&lt;br /&gt;6. I wish I never.. gahh i don't know anymore. I wish i never existed right now, honestly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Five turn ons:&lt;br /&gt;1. eyes&lt;br /&gt;2. hair&lt;br /&gt;3. sweet smell. (not lynx. something natural? lol i dunno)&lt;br /&gt;4. cuteeeee smile&lt;br /&gt;5. warm hugs that make me feel safe and happy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Four turn offs:&lt;br /&gt;1. dishonesty&lt;br /&gt;2. player-isms&lt;br /&gt;3. bad breath (lool)&lt;br /&gt;4. bad dress sense (shallow, i know....)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Three smileys that describe my life:&lt;br /&gt;1. patpat* (lolsss)&lt;br /&gt;2. (LL)&lt;br /&gt;3. =/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Two things I want to do before I die:&lt;br /&gt;1. Meet the one person I'll spend eternity with.&lt;br /&gt;2. Be on television&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One confession:&lt;br /&gt;1. Its my fault, i'm sorry.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6759275691566176845-9082150471569199864?l=heartsinahurry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heartsinahurry.blogspot.com/feeds/9082150471569199864/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6759275691566176845&amp;postID=9082150471569199864' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6759275691566176845/posts/default/9082150471569199864'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6759275691566176845/posts/default/9082150471569199864'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heartsinahurry.blogspot.com/2009/04/100th-post-lol.html' title='100th post lol'/><author><name>nina :)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14919975320460159579</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QqLgvlTdwzg/SyzFHJeHRKI/AAAAAAAAAoU/akFDVQYbS7A/S220/DSCN0512.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6759275691566176845.post-1568491224632728550</id><published>2009-04-10T23:18:00.002+10:00</published><updated>2009-04-10T23:30:17.387+10:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='far out.'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='miscellaneous'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='stuff'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ugh'/><title type='text'>the end of the road.</title><content type='html'>one.&lt;br /&gt;I'm sorry. It's my fault. It is. I don't know what else to say. I hate myself for doing this to you. I always thought you could get through this, together. But now.. now I don't know. Now I feel as low as low can get.  Again, I'm sorry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;two.&lt;br /&gt;Maybe you're a terrible person. Maybe you didn't know what you had and now you've lost it. Maybe you took her for granted and she finally had enough of it. But then again maybe it's not your fault, but mine. Sorry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;three.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;god. its like i hate you so much for what you've made me become; some fool who puts her hopes up only to have them come crashing back down to earth. but then i try to let you go and something keeps me hanging on. its like there's an invisible rope tying me to you. its like i can't live without you, no matter how hard i try. you make me happy, but then again you make me so sad. its like a never-ending circle and i just wanna stop cause this is killing me. please let me let you go. i can't keep doing this, it hurts too much. i can't stand this anymore, i swear if this keeps going on, one day i will just absolutely break down. and if that happens i'm not sure i can be put back together again. i'm hoping for the best, and looking back at all the pain you've put me through, i don't think you're the best for me. so yeah, goodbye?&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; - this is what i wrote about you last year. now? now its this.&lt;br /&gt;You hurt me. Well not exactly; Mainly I hurt myself for loving you. But I really need you right now. Please. Talk to me. I need help. I need someone to be there for me. I need someone to listen. I'm falling to pieces right now and I need you. Please. Get online.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;arghhh.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6759275691566176845-1568491224632728550?l=heartsinahurry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heartsinahurry.blogspot.com/feeds/1568491224632728550/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6759275691566176845&amp;postID=1568491224632728550' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6759275691566176845/posts/default/1568491224632728550'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6759275691566176845/posts/default/1568491224632728550'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heartsinahurry.blogspot.com/2009/04/end-of-road.html' title='the end of the road.'/><author><name>nina :)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14919975320460159579</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QqLgvlTdwzg/SyzFHJeHRKI/AAAAAAAAAoU/akFDVQYbS7A/S220/DSCN0512.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6759275691566176845.post-784906653326054557</id><published>2009-03-29T18:38:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2009-03-29T18:52:28.807+11:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='miscellaneous'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='clothes'/><title type='text'>hmmmm.</title><content type='html'>i'm thinking i should sell more clothes.&lt;br /&gt;cause i'm running out of clothes hangers ... hm or maybe i should just buy more hangers... LOL. well give me a buzz if ur interested and hopefully i'll have some stuff up this week sometime.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ps.&lt;br /&gt;sorry for my prolonged dead-ness on this blog. i kinda.. ehh don't really see the point in blogging on this anymores. except to sell clothes. and to tell the world about all my new ones. HAHA. nahh okie dokie, i shall try to blog more often on my poor heartsinahurry. i keep saying that don't i.... LOL i mean it this timeee D:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i just... need something relatively entertaining to actually blog &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;about &lt;/span&gt;LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways hopefully i'll find something to blog about soon&lt;br /&gt;if i'm desperate i'll just blog about my new possessions ahahah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bye for now!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;til next timeee&lt;br /&gt;xo&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6759275691566176845-784906653326054557?l=heartsinahurry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heartsinahurry.blogspot.com/feeds/784906653326054557/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6759275691566176845&amp;postID=784906653326054557' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6759275691566176845/posts/default/784906653326054557'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6759275691566176845/posts/default/784906653326054557'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heartsinahurry.blogspot.com/2009/03/hmmmm.html' title='hmmmm.'/><author><name>nina :)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14919975320460159579</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QqLgvlTdwzg/SyzFHJeHRKI/AAAAAAAAAoU/akFDVQYbS7A/S220/DSCN0512.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6759275691566176845.post-4578812494707891732</id><published>2009-03-09T18:26:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2009-03-09T19:32:36.530+11:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='miscellaneous'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='birthday'/><title type='text'>finally have it figured out.</title><content type='html'>ahh hello again :)&lt;br /&gt;feels like i havent blogged blogged in ages. xD likee, just about my life and school and suchh hah :L soo that is what i shall do. just causee i'm so awesome haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;weeeelllll school... idk. its gay? LOL. well its okaaay.&lt;br /&gt;i guesss. well i'm like. pretty happy i guess. finally realised some things will never change, however much you want them to. and some things just... change for the betterr. and some things will never be the same. and some things are just stupid thoughtless little pricks. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so anyways. today was english thingo. haha so how did everyone think they went? i reckon it was.. alright? D: but i don't wanna jinx myself or anything so i shall just move on to another topic haha. :L&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ahahah our pe dance. is like so fail right now LOL. anddd i have to like full do these retarded sharpay moves ROFLL. it will be funn i guess :L&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmmmmmm. i can't think of anything to talk about now. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;.............ooohhh pass excursion next thursday (/friday? i dont even know? o_o) ahahah. it's one day before my bdaaay, so i'm gonna like, try and get as many people to shout stuff for me as possible. HAHA i'm so cool. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anywhoo, speaking of my birthdaaaay.&lt;br /&gt;i have decided. to write a list :D ahahah.&lt;br /&gt;see there's the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;material&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; things, and the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;priceless&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; things (or low cost. LOL) - i think i'd kinda prefer the priceless things :) but hey, whatever floats yo boattt&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;material&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- pretty clothes. HAHA&lt;br /&gt;- knee hi boots!&lt;br /&gt;- a double breasted trench. ROFL&lt;br /&gt;- CREDITT!! i havent had any for.. SO LONG -sniffs- :L&lt;br /&gt;- or maybe...A NEW IPOD!!!! idk wtf happened to mine *sighs* :'(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;font-size:180%;" &gt;priceless&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;- the biggerest longest most love-filled hug EVERR hehe. props to whoever gets me that =D&lt;br /&gt;- the love of my lifeeee! (initials JC. ROFLOL HAHAHA kidding :)&lt;br /&gt;- a giganormous photo album with pics of my loveded onesss (L). oh and with room for me to add more pix toooo =)&lt;br /&gt;- a SURPRISE PARTY! maybe? hahaha nah kidding xD&lt;br /&gt;- a cardddd. tbh i'd be so so happy with a card, signeded by everyoneeeee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anywho. i must go eat dinner now. LOL&lt;br /&gt;BYEBYE&lt;br /&gt;xo&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6759275691566176845-4578812494707891732?l=heartsinahurry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heartsinahurry.blogspot.com/feeds/4578812494707891732/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6759275691566176845&amp;postID=4578812494707891732' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6759275691566176845/posts/default/4578812494707891732'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6759275691566176845/posts/default/4578812494707891732'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heartsinahurry.blogspot.com/2009/03/finally-have-it-figured-out.html' title='finally have it figured out.'/><author><name>nina :)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14919975320460159579</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QqLgvlTdwzg/SyzFHJeHRKI/AAAAAAAAAoU/akFDVQYbS7A/S220/DSCN0512.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6759275691566176845.post-1287398560675458991</id><published>2009-03-07T21:53:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2009-03-07T23:09:29.224+11:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='nina really needs a life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='miscellaneous'/><title type='text'>watching the longest yard =D LOL</title><content type='html'>&lt;span&gt;AHA. i was bored :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Taken the blame for something you didn't do? &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;yeah probably&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Stayed up all night by yourself? &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;not all night&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Stayed up all night with other people? &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;nahh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Drank something from straight out of the carton?&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; yessssum&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Felt like you were going to die? &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;yeah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Made up an excuse not to hang out with someone?&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; yeah. LOL&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. Was forced to have sex/was raped? &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;no?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. Burst into tears for no apparent reason? &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;yeah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. Eaten a whole pie or cake by yourself? &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;NEARLY!! :L&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. Waited an entire night for someone to call? &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;nah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. Got stood up on a date?  &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;noooope&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. Fell asleep in the movie theaters?&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; nearly... @ benj button. LOL. i was tired D:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. Let your friend borrow more than $50 from you?&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; nopee&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. Spilled a whole bowl of burning hot water on yourself? &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;no? thankfully :L&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15. Spent the entire day on the computer doing surveys? &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;not..doing surveys? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16. Looked through old photographs? &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;yeahhs&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17. Felt sad just because you heard someone else's name in a conversation? &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;yess&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18. Starting reading a book that was so terrible you couldn't finish it? &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;yeah. LOL either that or i just cbb .. :L&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19. Lost your voice for more than a day? &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;suprisingly no :L&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20. Spilled a drink on someone else? &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;probableeey&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21. Watched a marathon of your favorite TV show? &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;yes!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;22. Done the 5000 question survey? &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;...hell no O_O&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;23. Had a wish come true? &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;umm don't think soo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;24. Had a miracle come true? &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;nah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;25. Someone said something you didn't think was true but agreed just because they're cool? &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;sif.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;26. Or something else stupid like that just to get more people to like you? &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;aziffffff. well i hope i havent.. TT"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;27. Partied so much you couldn't remember what happened the night before? &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;noo?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;28. Screwed up with someone so badly they haven't talked to you since to this day? &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;no&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;29. Spun around until you were dizzy and fell over? &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;yeah. its fun xD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;30. Peed your pants past the little kid ages? &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;yeah. LOL many times. from laughing so much :')&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;31. Known/know someone with a terrible disease? &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;no..? D:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;32. Babysat for the most annoying kids in the world? &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;no :L&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;33. Enjoyed yourself doing something you thought would be boring? &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;yeah prob :L&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;34. Threw a fit because you didn't get your way? &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;yeah LOLL&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;35. Got a Christmas present you hated? &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;nahh. its the thought that counts, afterall =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;36. Had a tea party when you were younger? &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;yeah. xD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;37. Had your period leak through in public? &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;..... yeah i guess &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;38. Screamed something perverted out to a total stranger? &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;noo?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;39. Did a dare that got you in trouble? &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;nah :L&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;40. Wrote a sappy love song or love poem? &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;hahaha i think i tried to, but failed miserably ROFL&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;41. Given someone a fake phone number to someone? &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;nah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;42. Carried more than $500 on you at once? &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;noooo :S&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;43. Found out your parents read some of your IMs? &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;psh no :L&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;44. Made up your own language? &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;...no? SIMS LANGUAGE FTW!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;45. Worn underwear for more than a day without changing it? &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;yeah. LOL WHEN I WAS A KID&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;46. Bought something without trying it on, then ended up hating the way it looked on you?  &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;tooo many times TT"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;47. Felt bad about telling someone the truth, so you lied? &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;yeah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;48. Ripped your pants while trying to do the splits? &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;LOL no&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;49. Were so scared that you had to talk to yourself to feel better? &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;yeahh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;50. Went on a walk late at night? &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;not that lateee&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;51. Gotten lost in the woods? &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;haha CAMP. D: (looks above :L)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;52. Made up your own games? &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;yeah xD LOL MUGGLEBALL&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;53. Laughed so hard you choked on something? &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;yeah ROFL&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;54. Gotten your tongue stuck to a pole? &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;nooo :L&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;55. Jumped in leaves? &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;i wannaaa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;56. Stepped in dog shit? &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;yeah --"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;57. Put a burning bag of dog shit on someone's porch, rang the bell &amp;amp; ran away? &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;LOLOL I WANNA DO THAT&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;58. Had your house been egged or toilet papered? &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;no&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;59. Blamed the dog or other person for one of your farts?&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; LOLLL YES HAHAHAH&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;60. Clogged up the toilet at someone else's house? &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;no :L&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;61. Was the last to know about something? &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;probably&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;62. Had a hilarious Halloween costume? &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;noo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;63. Laughed hysterically at one of your own jokes? &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;many, many times xD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;64. Thought someone was waving at you but it was really the person behind you? &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;LOL YES&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;65. Ran around in summer clothes when it was winter? &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;LOL yeah :L&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;66. Forgot about one of your friend's birthdays? &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;maybe..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;67. Had a surprise party thrown for you? &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;no D:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;68. Wished it was Friday? &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;yeahhh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;69. Watched a movie where the main character was exactly like you? &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;nah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;70. Seen a movie that was boring in the theaters so you just chilled in the washrooms instead? &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;nah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;71. Made a wish at 11:11? &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;yeah :L&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;72. Fallen off a horse? &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;no&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;73. Watched a scary movie then wasn't able to sleep? &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;yesss D=&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;74. Dreamed in black and white? &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;not that i can recall :L&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;75. Accidentally cut yourself while shaving? &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;yeahh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;76. Laughed uncontrollably for half an hour? &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;LOL nearly half an hour? :L&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;77. Experimented with the same sex? &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;no O_O&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;78. Made out for more than 10 minutes? &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;yeah. i made out with a chocolate bar LOLOL (L)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;79. Memorized all the lines in a movie? &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;no&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;80. Did something stupid in public &amp;amp; then had everyone staring at you? &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;yeah, like running into a glass wall TT"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;81. Taped a 'kick me' sign to someone's back? &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;yes! LOL&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;82. Thrown up all over somebody? &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;noooo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;83. Saved an animal's life? &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;i... DIDN'T step on a cockroach before, does that count? :L&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;84. Tried to comfort someone but ended up making everything worse? &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;yeah probablyy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;85. Had to sit beside a perverted guy on a bus? &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;no? LOL&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;86. Thrown a huge party &amp;amp; then got your house trashed? &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;nopee&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;87. Kept a big secret from your parents that they haven't found out yet? &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;nope&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;88. Told a joke that nobody thought was funny? &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;yes. no one except mee. LOL&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;89. Dated somebody who was three or more years older than you? &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;no?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;90. Had an awkward confrontation with your most hated ex in public? &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;no? :L&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;91. Fought with one of your friends in public?&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; nah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;92. Had someone use you for something, like money? &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;yeah probably&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;93. Been honked at by some guy when you were walking down the sidewalk? &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;LOL. yeah actually.. T_T&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;94. Been attacked by an animal? &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;a...BEE. D:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;95. Been walked in on when you were changing out of a bathing suit? &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;LOL no&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;96. Had an after school detention when you had big plans after school? &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;no ? :L&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;97. Pretended you were cold just so your boyfriend would cuddle with you? &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;no&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;98. Ambushed someone with water guns and sprayed them? &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;yes. :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;99. Were the only sober one at a party? &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;no&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;100. Laughed at the completely wrong time? &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;all the timeee. xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;hah i was bored :L&lt;br /&gt;anywhoooo&lt;br /&gt;byeee&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ps. happy birthdaaaay mr.zul! and thomass (^) :L&lt;br /&gt;pps. guess whats in 13 days =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&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/6759275691566176845-1287398560675458991?l=heartsinahurry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heartsinahurry.blogspot.com/feeds/1287398560675458991/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6759275691566176845&amp;postID=1287398560675458991' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6759275691566176845/posts/default/1287398560675458991'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6759275691566176845/posts/default/1287398560675458991'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heartsinahurry.blogspot.com/2009/03/watching-longest-yard-d-lol.html' title='watching the longest yard =D LOL'/><author><name>nina :)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14919975320460159579</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QqLgvlTdwzg/SyzFHJeHRKI/AAAAAAAAAoU/akFDVQYbS7A/S220/DSCN0512.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6759275691566176845.post-6720110876016577647</id><published>2009-02-26T17:53:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2009-02-25T22:53:35.054+11:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='nina really needs a life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='the love of my life LOL'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='miscellaneous'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='stuff'/><title type='text'>tell me something i don't know.</title><content type='html'>lols i know i knowww! long time no blog D: its just... ehh i dunno. yeah idk what to blog on this thing nowadaysss :L like i go on xangaaa alot, but this bloggy is just like... dying D:&lt;br /&gt;ok ok i shall REVIVE YOU HEARTSINAHURRY! :L i shall blog more often on blogger. i mustttt :L.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anywho... school has been... aaalright? haha idk. meh :L&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;......... i really dunno what to put here LOL&lt;br /&gt;so, seeing as i took these pics like ages ago when i had the intentions of blogging them, but never did.. i shall put them here. LOL :L&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BUYSSSSS:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on sale @ bardot for 20 bucks =D and yesss. this is ze top i wore last friday's mufti day :L and did you know, the left strap of it like ..broke when i was playing hockey in pass. i had to like sew it back on LOL D:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QqLgvlTdwzg/SaUkeZOBJzI/AAAAAAAAAYk/rw5BAXe5wAc/s1600-h/IMG_3285.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QqLgvlTdwzg/SaUkeZOBJzI/AAAAAAAAAYk/rw5BAXe5wAc/s320/IMG_3285.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306687840510355250" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;@ just jeans for like 15 or something :L&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QqLgvlTdwzg/SaUkd2CRiWI/AAAAAAAAAYE/nnX-8QaJKLQ/s1600-h/IMG_3280.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QqLgvlTdwzg/SaUkd2CRiWI/AAAAAAAAAYE/nnX-8QaJKLQ/s320/IMG_3280.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306687831065856354" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;witchery sweater dress!!!! :D ...hand me down from family friends xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QqLgvlTdwzg/SaUkeIYwOUI/AAAAAAAAAYM/uvT90FZB_bE/s1600-h/IMG_3282.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QqLgvlTdwzg/SaUkeIYwOUI/AAAAAAAAAYM/uvT90FZB_bE/s320/IMG_3282.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306687835991980354" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;got it @ big w for like 8 bucks CHYEAH&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QqLgvlTdwzg/SaUkeBG-a9I/AAAAAAAAAYU/8Ik11orv0uU/s1600-h/IMG_3283.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QqLgvlTdwzg/SaUkeBG-a9I/AAAAAAAAAYU/8Ik11orv0uU/s320/IMG_3283.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306687834038365138" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bardot dresssss. 40 buckeroonies :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QqLgvlTdwzg/SaUkeMSzdcI/AAAAAAAAAYc/StzjgMDgHz8/s1600-h/IMG_3284.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QqLgvlTdwzg/SaUkeMSzdcI/AAAAAAAAAYc/StzjgMDgHz8/s320/IMG_3284.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306687837040768450" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hand me down xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QqLgvlTdwzg/SaUmIDxklvI/AAAAAAAAAY0/tTknOZnrzuM/s1600-h/IMG_3288.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QqLgvlTdwzg/SaUmIDxklvI/AAAAAAAAAY0/tTknOZnrzuM/s320/IMG_3288.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306689655820031730" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GOT IT FOR 6 BUCKS AT BIG W HAHAHA i love me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QqLgvlTdwzg/SaUmH9r0OiI/AAAAAAAAAYs/JYgF-yVNpIY/s1600-h/IMG_3286.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QqLgvlTdwzg/SaUmH9r0OiI/AAAAAAAAAYs/JYgF-yVNpIY/s320/IMG_3286.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306689654185277986" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;preeeetty dotti singlet. 15? :L&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QqLgvlTdwzg/SaUmIFg7TvI/AAAAAAAAAY8/vWz8UcqMQk4/s1600-h/IMG_3289.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QqLgvlTdwzg/SaUmIFg7TvI/AAAAAAAAAY8/vWz8UcqMQk4/s320/IMG_3289.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306689656287088370" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOL anywaysssss. liek omg i need to get more wintery clothes for the colder season coming up D: everything i have is like for summer LOL. oh wells xD just add tights and a cardi and there we go. winterrry. hahha :L&lt;br /&gt;anyways. to make this update much longerr, heres 25 random facts. LOLS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The rule of this tag: "Once you've been tagged, you are supposed to write a note with 25 random things, facts, habits, or goals about you. At the end, choose 25 people to be tagged. You have to tag the person who tagged you (that would be me). If I tagged you, it's because I want to know more about you."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i choose everyone who reads this. TAG. :L&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. I want to do something in the health&gt;nutrition field when i'm older haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. I ... don't sing in the shower. LOL. i tried once, and it was just... HORRIBLE. loooool i'm serious xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. A lot of the time when I talk to someone new (and male LOL) I try imagine myself with them to see if we'd look good together LOLS. so far no one looks good with mee, its cos i'm so hot (H)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. I like food. like seriously.. there isn't really a food that i 'dislike', unless you count like, lamb brains and cow eyes or something gross like that LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Sometimes I just go into this depressing state where i just.. feel alonee.. well lately i've kinda been feeling alone alott. idk whyy. and lols idk if this even counts as a random fact&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. I never thought I could lose someone so important just like that. But I did. And you just might too so be warned. lolss haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. I am a complete pansy when it comes to spicy food. For example, today i tried some of shiri's "really mild" curry stufffs.. i like choked on it. LOL. idk.. i just cant do spicy foods ok D:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. Seafood is sexy food. =9&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. I love disney. Like all their movies and just everything!!! I wish i had disney channel D:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. I recognize some people by their smell. LOL i know, it makes me sound like an animal or something, but i just do xD its my thing LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. I used to want to be settled down, married, occupied (LOL jobb) and a mother by the age of 25. But now... i dunno. that dream seems so.. impossible LOL. maybe...28 or something? haha idk, i just reaaaally wanna get married before 30 :L&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. I think i have an abnormally small bladder. Or.. just some kind of problem relating to that LOL. becausee i pee. Alot. like today at school.. i peed likeee 3, 4 times? LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. I overthink, overanalyze, over etcetera things :L idkk. its.. not such a good thing i dont think lol. because i also tend to overreacttt too&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. Sometimes its the smaaallest, tiniest, most insignificant things that trigger something in my mind that just makes me.. lose it. lose myselff. and yeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15. I've liked someone different at some stage of every year of high school ROFL. except for this year heh. ask me sometime. maybe if i like you i'll tell you who lolsss&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16. I pms and cramp baaaaaadly before my monthlies. LOL it hurts D:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17. I can imagine lucy hee living alone in a small house with 6 cats HAHAHA kidding!! LOLS. if youre reading this i love you lucy xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18. i have very random streaks in me (as you can see above LOL)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19. My pinky is like mutilated LOL. dont blame meeeeee, it was born that way D:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20. It doesn't take alot for me to cry. But its like when i do, its sooo hard to stop TT"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21. I love jeffrey chung :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;22. I get upset over things that have little to nothing to do with me. it suckss&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;23. I fear being disliked/hated. or that i already am.. =S&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;24. Whenever i come home from work, i'm like still in work-phase. LOL. like i do everything in a speedy, systematic manner. it usually lasts an hour or so from when i get home :L&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;25. When i'm bored i like to raid my wardrobe to discover new clothes combinations and thus new outfits. LOL. cos i'm weird like that xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHHAA. well that was funnn :)&lt;br /&gt;anyways. i shall go now&lt;br /&gt;ps. PREG TESTING TOMORROW! i'm so freaking excited LOL&lt;br /&gt;shush i know i'm weird. xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;byeeeeeee!&lt;br /&gt;xox&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6759275691566176845-6720110876016577647?l=heartsinahurry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heartsinahurry.blogspot.com/feeds/6720110876016577647/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6759275691566176845&amp;postID=6720110876016577647' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6759275691566176845/posts/default/6720110876016577647'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6759275691566176845/posts/default/6720110876016577647'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heartsinahurry.blogspot.com/2009/02/tell-me-something-i-dont-know.html' title='tell me something i don&apos;t know.'/><author><name>nina :)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14919975320460159579</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QqLgvlTdwzg/SyzFHJeHRKI/AAAAAAAAAoU/akFDVQYbS7A/S220/DSCN0512.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QqLgvlTdwzg/SaUkeZOBJzI/AAAAAAAAAYk/rw5BAXe5wAc/s72-c/IMG_3285.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6759275691566176845.post-4502553139346270925</id><published>2009-02-15T18:28:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2009-02-15T21:06:55.065+11:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='etc'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='clothes'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='buys'/><title type='text'>rofls saaaale.</title><content type='html'>cleaned out my wardrobe todays, and there was some clothess i haven't worn / have rarely worn / havent even looked at in ages lolss. so hereeee. selling them hehe. i'm gonna give first dibs to lizziee, cos yeahhh haha  (ty lizzie! ;D haha)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sorry if some stuff.. isn't like priced super cheaply.. some of this stuff.. didn't come cheap, and i'm asian. so yeah lolsss.&lt;br /&gt;(ps. sorry for th
