<?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-1451472117255053937</id><updated>2011-07-08T06:16:40.965+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Once Upon a Time...</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blackbelta.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1451472117255053937/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blackbelta.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Black Belta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14359600590028140641</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/_ANiYqZsrbfw/SqIhoIHVyPI/AAAAAAAAAC8/dRuSexZ0WT0/S220/IMG000439.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>22</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1451472117255053937.post-2715737305221804378</id><published>2009-10-20T22:29:00.005+11:00</published><updated>2009-10-21T17:37:00.612+11:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;I'm standing here... looking at the wreck i've just created.. the half burnt bridge.. the line that brought us together.. yet it's now tearing us apart. I continue to look at the remaining pieces of wood. Is it worth hanging onto? Is it worth the aching pain to continue to clutch onto that piece of wood knowing that it may not get me anywhere?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know where I'm standing anymore. I tried to let go .. I tried to watch the flame break us apart, but i just couldn't. I put it out.. hoping to still be able to reach you despite the breakage. But when the smoke died out.. you were gone.. as if you disappeared with the smoke..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is it worth the wait? Is it worth the pain and confusion? I keep asking myself the same questions. I can't figure out what you want. I can't figure out how we've come this far and all of a  sudden, it's all just vanished. I feel as if you've just stabbed me. Right to the core. I don't know if what we had was even genuine. Was it all just for show? Or did you actually mean it when you said you felt something.. when you said you cared..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm still standing here.. contemplating.. flicking the lighter on and off.. silently crying inside... wondering if i should continue to burn this bridge.. yet.. i know i can't.. not yet.. not until I know for sure...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm hanging on tight.. yet I feel like I'm slipping... falling.. drowning.. trying to re-surface.. but it's just hurting me so much.. I don't think I can come back up and face reality... not yet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought I was stronger than this... but I guess I was wrong.&lt;br /&gt;&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/1451472117255053937-2715737305221804378?l=blackbelta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blackbelta.blogspot.com/feeds/2715737305221804378/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://blackbelta.blogspot.com/2009/10/im-standing-here.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1451472117255053937/posts/default/2715737305221804378'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1451472117255053937/posts/default/2715737305221804378'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blackbelta.blogspot.com/2009/10/im-standing-here.html' title=''/><author><name>Black Belta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14359600590028140641</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/_ANiYqZsrbfw/SqIhoIHVyPI/AAAAAAAAAC8/dRuSexZ0WT0/S220/IMG000439.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1451472117255053937.post-6433046197741924529</id><published>2009-10-18T13:06:00.005+11:00</published><updated>2009-10-18T16:38:51.970+11:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;"I'll feel nothing. . ."- I lied.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;It was the only way to get away from you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;Get away from everything that has caused me so much confusion and pain.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;It's only for a little while. . . until everything falls back into place . . maybe then . .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;we'll see each other again&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;x3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1451472117255053937-6433046197741924529?l=blackbelta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blackbelta.blogspot.com/feeds/6433046197741924529/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://blackbelta.blogspot.com/2009/10/of-course-i-feel-something.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1451472117255053937/posts/default/6433046197741924529'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1451472117255053937/posts/default/6433046197741924529'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blackbelta.blogspot.com/2009/10/of-course-i-feel-something.html' title=''/><author><name>Black Belta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14359600590028140641</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/_ANiYqZsrbfw/SqIhoIHVyPI/AAAAAAAAAC8/dRuSexZ0WT0/S220/IMG000439.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1451472117255053937.post-5390350451867981565</id><published>2009-10-17T16:07:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2009-10-17T16:08:43.519+11:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify; font-family: lucida grande; color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;Wrong &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Person.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wrong &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Chance.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wrong &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Time.&lt;/span&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/1451472117255053937-5390350451867981565?l=blackbelta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blackbelta.blogspot.com/feeds/5390350451867981565/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://blackbelta.blogspot.com/2009/10/wrong-person.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1451472117255053937/posts/default/5390350451867981565'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1451472117255053937/posts/default/5390350451867981565'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blackbelta.blogspot.com/2009/10/wrong-person.html' title=''/><author><name>Black Belta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14359600590028140641</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/_ANiYqZsrbfw/SqIhoIHVyPI/AAAAAAAAAC8/dRuSexZ0WT0/S220/IMG000439.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1451472117255053937.post-4717849152970139124</id><published>2009-09-21T16:57:00.002+10:00</published><updated>2009-09-21T17:15:33.846+10:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Dear Blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today was an exceptionally okay day.&lt;br /&gt;6:45. I woke up. YES! I WOKE UP BEFORE 7AM! Haven't done this for months... Thanks to the late nights doing god knows what.&lt;br /&gt;So I woke up to "I gotta a feeling", *pffting* to "Cos tonight's gonna be a good good night" why? Cos I have no tutor and it's gonna be a boring night . chk chk boom!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BIG WOW- My mum and I did not fight. Man that's like epic achievement.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So i got to school earlier than usual... recounted my gay weekend and how i used a gay pick up line that did not work xD!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1st period... history hahaha. the ration of asians to non-asians 13:3. Lol. all the lebos were out for Eid. Happy Eid !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2nd Period- science. Woo! DNA, Pedigrees, Homozygous ^^ Lol.. took me ages to understand: "Brown is dominant. If Brown was recessive then offsprings would not have blond hair" or some crap like that T___T" Mr. Hilton helped me =) Science is interesting now... since we're not learning about the stupid stars anymore .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3rd Period- Maths. SUBSTITUTE. Ms Abraham! Woo. We did probability.&lt;br /&gt;Lol. Lisa and I were texting each other... and we were sitting back to back. . . Lame. I know. Unoe what sucked? My fone lagged T___T" haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LUNCH! Went down to canteen cos a certain teacher with a certain hot appearance was on duty ;-) so i actually bothered to line up behind 20 people. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;And i've officially lost my touch in handball.. I blame the fact that both my legs are injured. OH did i mention? I stacked it AGAIN yesterday. So there's this purple bruise on my ankle/ foot. Apparently I should go get my self checked up by the doctors cos i bruise easily.. hmm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last period- PE! Woo! Orals ;)... presentation. HAH. Yeh. I went 3rd. And it was awesome =) Did self-defence and it was funny. I actually imitated a typical girl walking on the street. and i kinda swayed my ass .. which was bad == LOL.&lt;br /&gt;but the presentation went well. Lol. Jess' was funny. She was so clear and consise, it sounded like she was talking to a group of special eds... or am i just special eds so i noe the feeling.. ? LOL. SIF!&lt;br /&gt;I loved catherine's presentation.. why ? cos she was good! and she taught me something I should know.. ROFL. how to feel a racket down ;-) chk chk boom.&lt;br /&gt;OMG. I finally noe what a forehand and backhand is in tennis == Made a total idiot of myself the other day... "guessing" that it was the position of the grips . hmfph ==&lt;br /&gt;I'm a sadly informed person...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways... That was it.. hometime... 4 periods. that sucks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh i think im getting my student of the month award tomorrow. WOO. NERD ALRET xD.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm. I miss benazir. =(&lt;br /&gt;And I also miss speaking to my oppa who has now vanished from this side of the world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So .. what do u do when ur interested in someone but their feelings don't correspond?&lt;br /&gt;I believe the answer is persistency . . . or. . . G.O [Game over]&lt;br /&gt;Help me out =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Till tmrw.&lt;br /&gt;Black Belta.&lt;br /&gt;xoxo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S!  The poem below. It wasn't me. Some poor loser wrote it and i thought I'd post it since it .. uh.. touchd my heart? Hah. As if i'm that poetic *roll eyes*. . .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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/1451472117255053937-4717849152970139124?l=blackbelta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blackbelta.blogspot.com/feeds/4717849152970139124/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://blackbelta.blogspot.com/2009/09/dear-blog.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1451472117255053937/posts/default/4717849152970139124'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1451472117255053937/posts/default/4717849152970139124'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blackbelta.blogspot.com/2009/09/dear-blog.html' title=''/><author><name>Black Belta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14359600590028140641</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/_ANiYqZsrbfw/SqIhoIHVyPI/AAAAAAAAAC8/dRuSexZ0WT0/S220/IMG000439.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1451472117255053937.post-2278030475015918319</id><published>2009-09-20T22:49:00.005+10:00</published><updated>2009-09-21T22:35:19.822+10:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;I never loved you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;So why am I feeling this way?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;You never held me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;So why has my heart stop beating?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;You and I were never together&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;So why do I feel like something's missing?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Was I really falling for you?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;- msb&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&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/1451472117255053937-2278030475015918319?l=blackbelta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blackbelta.blogspot.com/feeds/2278030475015918319/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://blackbelta.blogspot.com/2009/09/i-never-loved-you-so-why-am-i-feeling.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1451472117255053937/posts/default/2278030475015918319'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1451472117255053937/posts/default/2278030475015918319'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blackbelta.blogspot.com/2009/09/i-never-loved-you-so-why-am-i-feeling.html' title=''/><author><name>Black Belta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14359600590028140641</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/_ANiYqZsrbfw/SqIhoIHVyPI/AAAAAAAAAC8/dRuSexZ0WT0/S220/IMG000439.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1451472117255053937.post-5237418994311114060</id><published>2009-09-20T14:23:00.002+10:00</published><updated>2009-09-20T14:33:10.257+10:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ANiYqZsrbfw/SrWwJnf6VcI/AAAAAAAAAEA/X26fkW-OTr0/s1600-h/P190909_16.26.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ANiYqZsrbfw/SrWwJnf6VcI/AAAAAAAAAEA/X26fkW-OTr0/s320/P190909_16.26.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5383402608859436482" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ANiYqZsrbfw/SrWwJG-cUoI/AAAAAAAAAD4/zGRuE7Psnso/s1600-h/P190909_14.52.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ANiYqZsrbfw/SrWwJG-cUoI/AAAAAAAAAD4/zGRuE7Psnso/s320/P190909_14.52.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5383402600129122946" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;"Did it hurt? Falling from heaven?" Worse pick up line ever. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meh it's sunday again! and hotmail just informed me that there's 5 more days until my birthday! WOO! Can't wait. sexteen! ;-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hm.. quite a dull day today. So i'll recount yesterday.&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday Nancy, Henry and I went to bankstown to find an outfit for my biday... i've never had to strip so much in my life T__T" Hurt my grazed legs so much ==&lt;br /&gt;Well i ended up spending 50 bux on the outfit.. its soo cute! But i'll save it.&lt;br /&gt;Nancy got a pair of jeans from supre size S and a shirt like mine but in pink =) soo cute!&lt;br /&gt;Omg! There's a hot guy that works at EB games. Man his hair and ass. I'll be visiting there more rgularly now. heh.&lt;br /&gt;We then went to the best place in the world.. HABIBS! *SLURPS* The chips are just *speechless*. So we gained a few kilos eating chicken salted chips. yum yum yum! It was worth the walk and wait and weight xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meh my recounts suck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So now I must do astronomy homework from tutor which is due tomorrow T__T" Gah! And also repractice a speech for PE due tomorrow. Greattt! Oh and maths homework. Man. I got a lot to do. CBB!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh the photos are of the dresses i tried on.. which was pretty but... uncomfortable cos my ass sticks out to much.. hence lifts up the dress too much wen i bend. Sucks. They were cheap as well..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OMG I SAW A PAIR OF HEELS! SO PRETTY! $109!! I shall be saving up for that... it's like hot!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways.. off to do homework&lt;br /&gt;xoxo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1451472117255053937-5237418994311114060?l=blackbelta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blackbelta.blogspot.com/feeds/5237418994311114060/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://blackbelta.blogspot.com/2009/09/did-it-hurt-falling-from-heaven-worse.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1451472117255053937/posts/default/5237418994311114060'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1451472117255053937/posts/default/5237418994311114060'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blackbelta.blogspot.com/2009/09/did-it-hurt-falling-from-heaven-worse.html' title=''/><author><name>Black Belta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14359600590028140641</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/_ANiYqZsrbfw/SqIhoIHVyPI/AAAAAAAAAC8/dRuSexZ0WT0/S220/IMG000439.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ANiYqZsrbfw/SrWwJnf6VcI/AAAAAAAAAEA/X26fkW-OTr0/s72-c/P190909_16.26.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1451472117255053937.post-4496529063725101899</id><published>2009-09-18T19:18:00.003+10:00</published><updated>2009-09-18T20:30:09.822+10:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Hello. Thought I should blog today since it was such a hectic day... I'm currently bleeding in several spots (as a result of stack jobs)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay. Well I'll start with the highlight of the day: Fiona tips, semi-flip and lands on concrete slap bang in the middle of the quadrangle where EVERYONE turned there heads and simply went "OHHHH"&lt;br /&gt;So.. We were playing handball (IVE GONE PRO) I was on a roll. Making my way up to the ladder. The ball rolls away so I went to fetch it since evryone reckons im a lazy ass. So i jump over the stack of bags and fetch the ball. I throw the ball back into the square and make a leap over the bags. I didn't make it... my foot got caught, I did a semi flip and body slammed onto the ground. And next thing i hear... people going "OHHH" LOL. Lisa missed it and she was right next to me. I quote her afterwards "I turn and you're on the floor with ur white shirt brown and ur skirt all white I CAN'T BELIEVE I MISSED YOU STACK IT!"&lt;br /&gt;Me: "I WAS ON A ROLLL! I WAS WINNING THE HANDBALL GAME!"&lt;br /&gt;lISA " yeh u were on a roll alright.. rolled to the ground " T__T"&lt;br /&gt;So. i stacked it and i swore. ONE DOLLAR 20! GRRR. Anyhow. I started cracking up like an idiot and dragged lisa to the toilet.. but really. i ran out of the quad and sat down and started to wail and scream out my pain. Two of my knees and right elbow was bleeding and my thigh was grazed. oh em gee T__T"&lt;br /&gt;So that's my public humilation. Spent the rest of the day limping around with six band-aids. GRR&lt;br /&gt;OH! MEGAN CALLED POISON JUST TO SIT DOWN AND LAUGH AT ME! I HATE U!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And to make matters worse.. my mum was pissed and accidently shoved the couch into my toe.. I ran off and started crying my head of for like 20 minutes in the bathroom. I went to have a shower and i was still crying because all the cuts hurt so much == It is now bleeding and has gone black. And i had to pour the stupid damn green oil into it . =__=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyhow.. on a lighter note. The geo exam is OVER&lt;br /&gt;And the funny thing about it... I put africa under China wen labbeling the asian pacific map.. oh god =__=. IM NOT GOOD A GEOGRAPHY AIIGHT!&lt;br /&gt;LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*sigh* 7 more days until im 16 =D&lt;br /&gt;can't wait...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;till next time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;bleeding belta x3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&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/1451472117255053937-4496529063725101899?l=blackbelta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blackbelta.blogspot.com/feeds/4496529063725101899/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://blackbelta.blogspot.com/2009/09/hello.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1451472117255053937/posts/default/4496529063725101899'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1451472117255053937/posts/default/4496529063725101899'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blackbelta.blogspot.com/2009/09/hello.html' title=''/><author><name>Black Belta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14359600590028140641</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/_ANiYqZsrbfw/SqIhoIHVyPI/AAAAAAAAAC8/dRuSexZ0WT0/S220/IMG000439.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1451472117255053937.post-7137373587851150708</id><published>2009-09-17T18:11:00.006+10:00</published><updated>2009-09-17T19:12:30.781+10:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ANiYqZsrbfw/SrH7MlUcjFI/AAAAAAAAADw/dKSeQnBWocw/s1600-h/P17-09-09_11.23.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ANiYqZsrbfw/SrH7MlUcjFI/AAAAAAAAADw/dKSeQnBWocw/s320/P17-09-09_11.23.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5382359223279324242" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ANiYqZsrbfw/SrH7L5t_vJI/AAAAAAAAADg/SDf_e6vj-fc/s1600-h/P17-09-09_11.15.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ANiYqZsrbfw/SrH7L5t_vJI/AAAAAAAAADg/SDf_e6vj-fc/s320/P17-09-09_11.15.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5382359211575327890" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ANiYqZsrbfw/SrH7McrK8nI/AAAAAAAAADo/SpDfa0aWx-8/s1600-h/P17-09-09_11.16.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ANiYqZsrbfw/SrH7McrK8nI/AAAAAAAAADo/SpDfa0aWx-8/s320/P17-09-09_11.16.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5382359220958720626" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hello Peeps.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Today was a very hot day.. why? Because I was around! WOO&lt;br /&gt;lOL. Omg&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;.. yesterday.. english assessment. OMG. 30 MINUTES TO DO AN EXTENDED RESPONSE IS NOT &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;ENOUGH!!! NOOO!! Everyone had a spastic attack. It was like SUPER hard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So . I'm currently on a swearing jar with Catherine Huynh and it's like.. TOTURE. Gotta think before i speak.. goes to show how much swearing i actually do... 20 cents for every time we swear.. and in the past 24 hours.. i have it 1 dollar! LOL. GRR!!&lt;br /&gt;Here's the list that I can't say:&lt;br /&gt;B****&lt;br /&gt;F***&lt;br /&gt;Freak*** I KNOW! like wth!?&lt;br /&gt;WAN***&lt;br /&gt;WHO**&lt;br /&gt;SL**&lt;br /&gt;SKA**&lt;br /&gt;SH**&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LIKE C'MON! IF THEIR A B**** THEN IM GONNA HAVE TO SAY IT! But then the rules are "words that you wouldn't say around a teacher"&lt;br /&gt;so GRR. The Swear jar finishes next week on the 25th birthday. WOO MY BDAY! So.. the winner keeps the money. hehe. YOU'RE GOING DOWN HUYNHIEE! She's on 80 cents. ROFL. man one of the times was because it was part of a song .. "nothing compared to neighbourhood WH***" I CAN'T EVEN SAY THE SONG'S TITLE! lolol. anyways. awesome s***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Urm... omg.. geo test tmrw.. like i have 20 incompleted skills sheet. so i'll just study through that. =) WOO.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay.. My ass is NOT big! I've had 2 days of teasing T__T" IT'S FINE! LOL!&lt;br /&gt;B.B= Black Belta. NOT BIG BUM! lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways.. I had a video of our class VLOGS i wanted to upload but since facebook didn't exist for me... I'll upload here =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And a few luvos lisa and I took today in history.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Off to do work now.&lt;br /&gt;xoxo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I MISS YOU BENAZIR!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-1f7e0a86b8a181c" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v24.nonxt7.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D01f7e0a86b8a181c%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331365816%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D6ED226B79D4631F816A2EBC9FCCAACE32D25E74F.6787E9EFEE068294768B6F51955CC79C5356CC5C%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D1f7e0a86b8a181c%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DKspOlToqObnEMjwISVd9u2zdglY&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v24.nonxt7.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D01f7e0a86b8a181c%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331365816%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D6ED226B79D4631F816A2EBC9FCCAACE32D25E74F.6787E9EFEE068294768B6F51955CC79C5356CC5C%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D1f7e0a86b8a181c%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DKspOlToqObnEMjwISVd9u2zdglY&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1451472117255053937-7137373587851150708?l=blackbelta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blackbelta.blogspot.com/feeds/7137373587851150708/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://blackbelta.blogspot.com/2009/09/hello-peeps.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1451472117255053937/posts/default/7137373587851150708'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1451472117255053937/posts/default/7137373587851150708'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blackbelta.blogspot.com/2009/09/hello-peeps.html' title=''/><author><name>Black Belta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14359600590028140641</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/_ANiYqZsrbfw/SqIhoIHVyPI/AAAAAAAAAC8/dRuSexZ0WT0/S220/IMG000439.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ANiYqZsrbfw/SrH7MlUcjFI/AAAAAAAAADw/dKSeQnBWocw/s72-c/P17-09-09_11.23.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1451472117255053937.post-4988219125130630221</id><published>2009-09-13T11:07:00.002+10:00</published><updated>2009-09-13T11:19:41.396+10:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Sunday again...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Such a nice day; my bro's gone .. and im here killing myself because I can't go out.. YET.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hm, myt as well recount y-day/night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Catherine and Lisa came over yday to do an assignment for english... lol. only worked on it for like 1/2 hour. Catherine came 2HOURS before lisa and we just sat there brainstorming random shit. .. So lisa came.. eventually.. with gloria jenes and breadtop. YUM. *eat*. then we did our assignment. I asked lisa to buy me hair dye as well, so she dyed it for me in the arvo. Catherine had the time of her life spreading vaseline all over my face. And lisa ruined my pj pants with the dye T__T"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways..so i dyed it Mahognay Red, but i wanted Terracotta like last time. The dye. turned. my. hair. DARKER. It's like emo red. *cry*. So my hair is like BLACK . like WTF!?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Training came along soon after... 3 FUCKING HOURS OF PMS!&lt;br /&gt;6:07... the eight minute run starts. the mi goreng i had was coming up...AWFUL feeling. my back was hurting and.. i had my.. well.. if ur a girl. then u noe what i mean :)..&lt;br /&gt;YUCKY FEELING. Ugh. Took me so long to cool down. I had sweat dripping off my head and back, my nose was running, myglass was fogging up. and ... I HATE BEING A GIRL.&lt;br /&gt;Man, it was such a piss off. I'm gonna wear contacts from now on... I think im gonna break my glasses if i wear em to training any longer...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9:00 YES! HOME TIME! OMFG!! TIRED!... No.. some kids' rents had to fall asleep and have a fone with no damn reception.. so we're there until almost 10. FCK ME DEAD.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And that was my day.&lt;br /&gt;Now I'm sitting here, moping. I WANT TO GO OUT!!&lt;br /&gt;And OMFG i got tutor homework...&lt;br /&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/1451472117255053937-4988219125130630221?l=blackbelta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blackbelta.blogspot.com/feeds/4988219125130630221/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://blackbelta.blogspot.com/2009/09/sunday-again.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1451472117255053937/posts/default/4988219125130630221'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1451472117255053937/posts/default/4988219125130630221'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blackbelta.blogspot.com/2009/09/sunday-again.html' title=''/><author><name>Black Belta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14359600590028140641</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/_ANiYqZsrbfw/SqIhoIHVyPI/AAAAAAAAAC8/dRuSexZ0WT0/S220/IMG000439.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1451472117255053937.post-2121701346350303772</id><published>2009-09-10T23:08:00.001+10:00</published><updated>2009-09-10T23:11:42.896+10:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;WHO'S AWESOME!? WHO'S AWESOME!? ME!&lt;br /&gt;Why?? Because I just finished my history assignment- 2 task.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;1st one = 1900 words&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;2nd one= 2000 words&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Total= 3900 dead braincells&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OMFG. I STILL HAVE ENGLISH AND MATHS HOMEWORK!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.. only 11pm... i can do it.. i can do it.. =__=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1451472117255053937-2121701346350303772?l=blackbelta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blackbelta.blogspot.com/feeds/2121701346350303772/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://blackbelta.blogspot.com/2009/09/whos-awesome-whos-awesome-me-why.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1451472117255053937/posts/default/2121701346350303772'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1451472117255053937/posts/default/2121701346350303772'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blackbelta.blogspot.com/2009/09/whos-awesome-whos-awesome-me-why.html' title=''/><author><name>Black Belta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14359600590028140641</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/_ANiYqZsrbfw/SqIhoIHVyPI/AAAAAAAAAC8/dRuSexZ0WT0/S220/IMG000439.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1451472117255053937.post-8891665622891127258</id><published>2009-09-10T17:28:00.002+10:00</published><updated>2009-09-10T17:30:43.350+10:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Listening to "&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Beautiful" &lt;/span&gt;for the 360th time..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Like the clouds you, drift me away, far away... yeahhhh; And like the sun you, brighten my day, you brighten my day...yeah; I never wanna see you cry, cry, cry; and I never wanna tell a lie, lie, lie..."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1451472117255053937-8891665622891127258?l=blackbelta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blackbelta.blogspot.com/feeds/8891665622891127258/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://blackbelta.blogspot.com/2009/09/listening-to-beautiful-for-360th-time.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1451472117255053937/posts/default/8891665622891127258'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1451472117255053937/posts/default/8891665622891127258'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blackbelta.blogspot.com/2009/09/listening-to-beautiful-for-360th-time.html' title=''/><author><name>Black Belta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14359600590028140641</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/_ANiYqZsrbfw/SqIhoIHVyPI/AAAAAAAAAC8/dRuSexZ0WT0/S220/IMG000439.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1451472117255053937.post-2025401012590293128</id><published>2009-09-09T22:48:00.001+10:00</published><updated>2009-09-09T22:50:26.031+10:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: webdings;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;I am currently &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;love drunk &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;. &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&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/1451472117255053937-2025401012590293128?l=blackbelta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blackbelta.blogspot.com/feeds/2025401012590293128/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://blackbelta.blogspot.com/2009/09/i-am-currently-love-drunk.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1451472117255053937/posts/default/2025401012590293128'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1451472117255053937/posts/default/2025401012590293128'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blackbelta.blogspot.com/2009/09/i-am-currently-love-drunk.html' title=''/><author><name>Black Belta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14359600590028140641</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/_ANiYqZsrbfw/SqIhoIHVyPI/AAAAAAAAAC8/dRuSexZ0WT0/S220/IMG000439.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1451472117255053937.post-7016380541654159134</id><published>2009-09-09T18:05:00.002+10:00</published><updated>2009-09-09T18:06:26.659+10:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;ARGH STUPID! Even orange is failing me!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That Blue i used below is extremely ugly =__=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1451472117255053937-7016380541654159134?l=blackbelta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blackbelta.blogspot.com/feeds/7016380541654159134/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://blackbelta.blogspot.com/2009/09/that-blue-i-used-below-is-extremely.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1451472117255053937/posts/default/7016380541654159134'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1451472117255053937/posts/default/7016380541654159134'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blackbelta.blogspot.com/2009/09/that-blue-i-used-below-is-extremely.html' title=''/><author><name>Black Belta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14359600590028140641</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/_ANiYqZsrbfw/SqIhoIHVyPI/AAAAAAAAAC8/dRuSexZ0WT0/S220/IMG000439.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1451472117255053937.post-7244963927690119081</id><published>2009-09-09T17:42:00.002+10:00</published><updated>2009-09-09T18:03:36.533+10:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;Dear Dumb Diary. =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;Today was a very peaceful and fun day..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;Well the best day so far in the week =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;8:30.. commerce exam... GAH! It was surprisingly general and uncomplicated. I just love ms dally. she makes everything so simple. It was out of 40! FOURTY! That's friggen 1/3 of what it was out of last year!! Like, I cannot explain how tranquilizing this exam was.. lOL.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;so that was OVER. obviously lisa, jess, sarah, hoda were all shitting themselves cos there's wasnt until the next period. So there they were studying their asses off, whilst i rocked handball =) BOoya&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;PASS.. same old, same old. Fun, fun, fun. Well.. it was pretty much a relaxing period. Listening to coach ethics.. hmm... makes me think about my coaching skills. ROFL.. no "contact" with atheletes.. hmm... gotta think about that one ;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;LOL. so yeh. OH. catherine showed me this DISGUSTING FML. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Today, trying to be sexy I was sucking on my boyfriends fingers. I was really starting to turn him on, when I noticed something crunchy in my mouth. Turns out, he went digging for treasure up his nose earlier. I found the treasure in my mouth. FML&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;Usually... it takes a lot to make me sick.. but this is just SICK. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;Anyhow.. next came ENGLISH.. WOO! love ms pazin! She is just awesome. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;SO. we spent the first half going through techniques for gender representation.. my mind just shut down... and we had a sitting up straight contest. OMFG. MY BACK KILLS! anyways. so yeh. and hoda was being a total douche and acting dislessic. which just made me crack up. and since i cudnt slouch, i pulled all the straight muscles =__=. then, lisa wanted chocolate.. so we ran to the staff room and took the pretty pink box. only to realise while running down the hallway that the box was filled with rubbers and pencils =__=. BUT. she got lisa and I cadbury.. which were meant to be for her son.. =/ LOL. oops. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;Lunch came by. We played handball. fun shit. i think i made it to king.. ONCE. lol. big achievement. what's funny about handball.. we play with enemies. and the game gets very violent..and the tension is like WOAH O__O" . but it was fun. cos megan never got out. frkn king bitch =@&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;P.E... gay.. cos I had to write.. since i cudnt run. and my activy was martial arts. so i prepared an oral presentation instead. relaxing under the tree. until some kicked a stupid foot ball into my back. THANKS =__=&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;school. ended. AND OMG. i had 3 .. boob encounters with catherine huynh. First. I get a facefull of it, then she stabs mine with her fingers, then AGAIN.. THEN. we were all walking, so she turns to catherine ho who was between both of us, and sticks her boobs into catherine, catherine gets knocked over, turns to me, and knocks me into the stupid piano =__=. I GET IT! U HAVE BOOBS! I DON'T! GAH! LOL.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;THEN. i got a ride with catherine. and i forgot my ugly sports shorts in her car, i got out and saw a guy friend, so i was like saying hi, and catherine sticks my shorts out of the window IN FRONT OF HIM and says "FIONA, YOURS!" and im just like *Wtf!!!* and i coodnt get into my bag ==. I HATE YOU CATHERINE. YOU ARE EVIL, YOU AND UR BOOBS! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;revenge, sweet revenge.. coming your way...&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;that's all for now! now i must go and do my fugly assholements; awesome word =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1451472117255053937-7244963927690119081?l=blackbelta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blackbelta.blogspot.com/feeds/7244963927690119081/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://blackbelta.blogspot.com/2009/09/dear-dumb-diary.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1451472117255053937/posts/default/7244963927690119081'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1451472117255053937/posts/default/7244963927690119081'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blackbelta.blogspot.com/2009/09/dear-dumb-diary.html' title=''/><author><name>Black Belta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14359600590028140641</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/_ANiYqZsrbfw/SqIhoIHVyPI/AAAAAAAAAC8/dRuSexZ0WT0/S220/IMG000439.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1451472117255053937.post-2073840081843178414</id><published>2009-09-08T15:25:00.002+10:00</published><updated>2009-09-08T22:13:13.438+10:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;My back is officially injured. It hurts so much.&lt;br /&gt;I can no longer do my daily sit ups or throw a kick.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Two lines. Happy ? =)&lt;br /&gt;hehe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1451472117255053937-2073840081843178414?l=blackbelta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blackbelta.blogspot.com/feeds/2073840081843178414/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://blackbelta.blogspot.com/2009/09/my-back-is-officially-injured.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1451472117255053937/posts/default/2073840081843178414'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1451472117255053937/posts/default/2073840081843178414'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blackbelta.blogspot.com/2009/09/my-back-is-officially-injured.html' title=''/><author><name>Black Belta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14359600590028140641</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/_ANiYqZsrbfw/SqIhoIHVyPI/AAAAAAAAAC8/dRuSexZ0WT0/S220/IMG000439.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1451472117255053937.post-3846946466544552929</id><published>2009-09-07T22:40:00.001+10:00</published><updated>2009-09-07T22:40:41.249+10:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;Tomorrow will be a better day. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;I'm not going to give up.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1451472117255053937-3846946466544552929?l=blackbelta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blackbelta.blogspot.com/feeds/3846946466544552929/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://blackbelta.blogspot.com/2009/09/tomorrow-will-be-better-day.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1451472117255053937/posts/default/3846946466544552929'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1451472117255053937/posts/default/3846946466544552929'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blackbelta.blogspot.com/2009/09/tomorrow-will-be-better-day.html' title=''/><author><name>Black Belta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14359600590028140641</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/_ANiYqZsrbfw/SqIhoIHVyPI/AAAAAAAAAC8/dRuSexZ0WT0/S220/IMG000439.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1451472117255053937.post-6789930723073683752</id><published>2009-09-07T16:25:00.004+10:00</published><updated>2009-09-08T15:23:59.578+10:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;If you want to kill yourself at school, there's an easy solution.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;250mls of oak coffee milk followed by an apple that is bigger than ur standard tennis ball, wait, THE BIGGEST APPLE. Have this one after the other and then skip lunch and do maths for the whole 40 minutes. Oh, and 150 sit ups the night before. You're stomach will pretty much be on the verge of exploding.&lt;br /&gt;I did all this to stay awake in science.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That was my day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1451472117255053937-6789930723073683752?l=blackbelta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blackbelta.blogspot.com/feeds/6789930723073683752/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://blackbelta.blogspot.com/2009/09/if-you-want-to-kill-yourself-at-school.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1451472117255053937/posts/default/6789930723073683752'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1451472117255053937/posts/default/6789930723073683752'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blackbelta.blogspot.com/2009/09/if-you-want-to-kill-yourself-at-school.html' title=''/><author><name>Black Belta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14359600590028140641</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/_ANiYqZsrbfw/SqIhoIHVyPI/AAAAAAAAAC8/dRuSexZ0WT0/S220/IMG000439.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1451472117255053937.post-659575438933763585</id><published>2009-09-06T12:43:00.001+10:00</published><updated>2009-09-06T12:44:31.146+10:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;Wishing my Daddy a Happy Birthday as well as a Happy Fathers' Day!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;i love yu!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;xOxO!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&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/1451472117255053937-659575438933763585?l=blackbelta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blackbelta.blogspot.com/feeds/659575438933763585/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://blackbelta.blogspot.com/2009/09/wishing-my-daddy-happy-birthday-as-well.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1451472117255053937/posts/default/659575438933763585'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1451472117255053937/posts/default/659575438933763585'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blackbelta.blogspot.com/2009/09/wishing-my-daddy-happy-birthday-as-well.html' title=''/><author><name>Black Belta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14359600590028140641</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/_ANiYqZsrbfw/SqIhoIHVyPI/AAAAAAAAAC8/dRuSexZ0WT0/S220/IMG000439.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1451472117255053937.post-8272125406083540058</id><published>2009-09-05T18:30:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2009-09-05T19:30:16.974+10:00</updated><title type='text'>TKD</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;So there I was blogging about the past 9 months only to realise I didn't blog about the 2nd most important thing (don't ask about the first, i dunno T_T") in my life. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Tee.Kay.Dee. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;9 months... a lot has happened... everyone and everything has pretty much changed. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;I don't know where to start, it's been a full on 63 nights worth of training. Some have been working extremely hard, others... cruising. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;I guess the biggest thing is change. We've all changed; emotionally, physically, psychologically, you name it. I feel like all the pressure has been placed onto me. Whether it is for the class to learn, improve, behave, it's all me. Nancy and I have become closer and stronger than ever working to make a difference at training. It's up to us now. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Trung, Rahman, Kevin.. they're pretty much gone.. well trung almost. I guess we all move on. It's sad. It felt like just yesterday the we were full of laughter and enthusiasm... today, it's like we've all died away. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;I'm trying my best to keep everything together, but it just seems like it isn't enough. I can't do this alone, I'll always need my black belt assistance. And i appreiciate nancy being there all the time. But even then, I still miss everyone else. I guess after half a decade, it's time we build another generation... Square one, except with more knowledge and experience. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;On a brighter note,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;On May the something (dun remember ==), a few of us went down to Kellyville for a TKD/HKD Tournament. Well, it was Tin and Phillip who were competiting, Trung and I as "coaches", Friday as the tournament guru, Lisa as my moral support, Kyla (tin's gf) and Johnni as the photgrapher. It was a day that I'd never forget. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;At the beginning, Tin had no place in the comp for sparring because he's weight and height was not suitable, so we rigged the results just a bit to get him in. Unfortunately, despite his efforts, Tin loss the round by 2 points, but we all knew he did well.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Phillip on the other hand did us proud, earning a silver medal. He's comp didn't start until 6 hours later, which was a big wait.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;But the biggest highlight for me that day was the Silver Medal I didn't expect to take home. Before going to the tournament, weeks before actually, my dad refused to let me particpate because he thought i wasn't ready. However, 10 minutes before the poomsae section, I saw that it looked like no challenge, so i entered. I had to repeat the pattern 4 times, which took up so much energy. At the end, it was worth it because i took 2nd place for the black belt poomsae section. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Over all, that day was just amazing. We had great fun, watched great performaces and it was just so free. The next tournament is in 2 months. I cannot wait. Gotta start training!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Once again, there's heaps more I can write, but:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;a) cbf&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;b) no1 will read&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;c) diofdiosfndisfndsiofnsd&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;lol. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Until next time for the tkd report,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;xOxO,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Black. Beltax3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1451472117255053937-8272125406083540058?l=blackbelta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blackbelta.blogspot.com/feeds/8272125406083540058/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://blackbelta.blogspot.com/2009/09/tkd.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1451472117255053937/posts/default/8272125406083540058'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1451472117255053937/posts/default/8272125406083540058'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blackbelta.blogspot.com/2009/09/tkd.html' title='TKD'/><author><name>Black Belta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14359600590028140641</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/_ANiYqZsrbfw/SqIhoIHVyPI/AAAAAAAAAC8/dRuSexZ0WT0/S220/IMG000439.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1451472117255053937.post-8475636370874836555</id><published>2009-09-04T22:32:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2009-09-04T23:13:58.106+10:00</updated><title type='text'>It's been a while....</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;A while as in... 9 months xD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;woo enough for a fetus to grow and pop =)... gay..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;so what's been happening.. hah a lot ... too much.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;let's go in categories...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Love/Like/Hate &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Hmm... April... Broke my boycott on the 12th of April ... Fell for a guy who was not on the market... quite depressing because it took me *counts* 3 months to get over it =_= &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Wasn't worth it. Lemme tell ya. liking a guy who's taken... and is ur friend's "Ex" not a wise move =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Em. Liisarh on the other hand.. WOO. what's been happening... She's currently dating Jason Mckay... yes! he ain't Asian! ... It's their 2 months today... feels like 2 decades at the rate they're going with their "I love you's". Hmm... Guess I'm happy for her.. but hey... u pretty much gotta despise every guy ur friend dates... can't get too friendly... xD. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;That's them... don't wanna get too much into detai.. despite spending 1/4 of my holidays seeing their faces... or face.. since they spent a lot of time kissing xD jks. babes. love yu liisarh! x3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Current love life: Gay&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Lol. I dunno. Haha. It's complicated? xD. Well... i guess i'm just cruising. Still a pervet . I still do the eye thing.. and sigh at the most wrongest times so it's made SUPER obvious. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Uhhmm. Haha. i cud say a lot here but... this thing's so public . fck it. maybe another day =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Study:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Going great. bludging. getting away with aiight marks... gotta start getting my act together tho if i wanna make it past year 10...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;speaking off which.. i needa learn how to spell.. properly i.e. haha. stil remember getting caught in yr 7 for spelling "muscle" as "muscel" . cel, cle, same shit. my friends seem to believe i have a ... malfunction for working out abbreviated things?just because, i confused B.Y.O as By your self! GOSH!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh. we made it to semi-regional finals for debating, furthest BGHS junior team has ever gone.. won birrong boys twice, birrong girls once, eaglevalve once, sefton once (biggest highlight of the year).. and unfortunately, lost to hurlstone, which knocked us out.. brought a lot of water works.. which the whole school practically heard about xD.&lt;br /&gt;but.. we did well i guess. lot's of love to our coordinator Ms. Nag. and team mates who bite my head off every debate =) xo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Tutor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's cool. still getting tortured by my teachers. s'all gud. getting interesting. =) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;although im getting dizzy at tutor these days.. . altho i dunno if it's the work.. or the eyecandy im getting.. haha. nah, it's fun now.. got Jason and Queen there to make it interesting . haha. yes, Jason is cute, and no, you can't have him :-P. i kid xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh. he's not lisa's bf btw.. last time im hitting on her past or present lovers.. not that i ever did hit on her present lovers. NO. lol. NOO. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; font-weight: bold;"&gt;On a lighter note!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;*counts* 21 more days until by bday. OMFG! 3 WEEKS! WOO! Sleep over =) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Haha. Megan and Ben are pushing for alcohol. *shakes head* Aren't i enough for your dose babes? NO ALCOHOL! I don't wanna get drunk, I don't want a liver disease aiight! LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Lol. Can't wait. 16, finally.. out of the "kiddie" years.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;speaking of 16! i was at the video store today! and the counter guy who's in he's freaking 20's hitted on me! and wen he found out i was 16, he mouthed "too young"... unoe what's fcked? Liisarh get's the winks from the hotties, i get the ... i dunno what u even call it; from the old men =_=. DO I LOOK THT OLD!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways. gonna go for my Ls asap after 25th of Sep. ..&lt;br /&gt;my number plate shall be &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;F K 6 9 B B&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;go figure =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Swimming:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;... nan and i don't swim anymore... cos the life savers are gone. end of story.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Fashion:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay.. after 4 years of retarded hair cuts.. and the slip i made on my own fringe last year.. speaking of which.. il get the photo just to show u how bad it was.&lt;br /&gt;anywho's. I GOT A PROPER HAIR CUT! and i dyed it red. which looked soo hot ..&lt;br /&gt;and now.. im so sick of having to straighten it to its place every damn morning just for it to look HOT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i have updated my wardrobe in the past 9 months with the following items:&lt;br /&gt;- a pretty poncho, and an ugly ponchu&lt;br /&gt;- white pants&lt;br /&gt;fck.. that's it... == omfg. i seriously need to go shopping...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OH OH! I got two pairs of new heels.. yes... im still a shoe-holic. never gonna change.&lt;br /&gt;a pair of brown pumps and a pair of brown boots. they're nice =) i can last 6 hours in them. INCLUDING running.. yes, to the many perveted men out there, when u see me on the streets with sharp heels, do NOT underestimate me, i have learnt how to train and run in them. and unless u want to become impotent, i suggest you back off. =) .. hang on.. when ur impotent.. nothing works ryt?..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ANYWAYS.&lt;br /&gt;i think this blog is long enough already. i have heaps more to say. but i just cant remember.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OH OH. Catherine Huynh, the younger generation (1994) IS ABOUT TO GET A BF! like wtf!? I DON'T EVEN HAVE ONE YET! WHY MUST YOU KICK MY ASS!? Lol!&lt;br /&gt;She called me immature today == hmph. excuse me! LOL.&lt;br /&gt;AND. she and Lisa totally let their jaws dropped when i sed "when i get marriedd.." im like "WHAT!?" and they're like "we thought u were gonna ... lead the single life" T__T".. gr8 to noe u have faith in me guys... thank you... now i will make u wear a brown bridesmaid dress to my wedding. YES I WILL GET MARRIED!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay imma shut up now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xOxO,&lt;br /&gt;fiona. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1451472117255053937-8475636370874836555?l=blackbelta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blackbelta.blogspot.com/feeds/8475636370874836555/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://blackbelta.blogspot.com/2009/09/its-been-while.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1451472117255053937/posts/default/8475636370874836555'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1451472117255053937/posts/default/8475636370874836555'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blackbelta.blogspot.com/2009/09/its-been-while.html' title='It&apos;s been a while....'/><author><name>Black Belta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14359600590028140641</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/_ANiYqZsrbfw/SqIhoIHVyPI/AAAAAAAAAC8/dRuSexZ0WT0/S220/IMG000439.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1451472117255053937.post-4234266903373081386</id><published>2009-01-20T19:45:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2009-01-20T19:53:50.312+11:00</updated><title type='text'>two broken hearts.</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Dear diary,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;two hearts have been broken. mine.. and nancy's.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;so maybe i should explain why .. its a long story.. u wonder why my blog is "once upon a time" =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;well... theres this lifeguard at the pool. actually two. one for me and one for nancy.. well.. i only saw my one ONCE.. and the one for nancy.. well.. we see him most of the time..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;we found his name. kobi.. well.. it sed on his hat.. he's nice.. i think.. he gave us a lane in a fully packed pool..  that was genourous.. until he called us pathetic and shit for only swimming 500m in 20 minutes.. LIKE WTF!!!!! and about 50000 years later.. he goes "i'm joking" AS IF! and then afterwards he put up the sign "medium lane" on our lane and then made a LAME joke "or should i put the 'slow' lane?" WATTA JERK!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;we were not slow!! we were simply resting! SHOULD HAVE FLY SIDE KICKED THAT GUY!! KYAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;hmm anyhow.. now nancy and i are sitting here discussing the fact that he is such a jerk and is mean and ARGHHH!!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;i wanna see my lifesaver!!!! he's nicer!!!!!!!!!!!! he got me a band aid!! (because i asked for it) BUT HE WAS NICE.. AND HE LOOKED LIKE CHAD MICHAEL MURRAY! THAT'S RIGHT! BAM!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;anywayss.. gud times, gud times.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;now were sitting here writing the tkd syllabus.. yes.. we are STILL working on it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;tata 4 now!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;xOxO,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;fiona. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1451472117255053937-4234266903373081386?l=blackbelta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blackbelta.blogspot.com/feeds/4234266903373081386/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://blackbelta.blogspot.com/2009/01/two-broken-hearts.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1451472117255053937/posts/default/4234266903373081386'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1451472117255053937/posts/default/4234266903373081386'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blackbelta.blogspot.com/2009/01/two-broken-hearts.html' title='two broken hearts.'/><author><name>Black Belta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14359600590028140641</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/_ANiYqZsrbfw/SqIhoIHVyPI/AAAAAAAAAC8/dRuSexZ0WT0/S220/IMG000439.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1451472117255053937.post-8263917553805278716</id><published>2009-01-19T22:43:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2009-01-19T22:50:06.298+11:00</updated><title type='text'>the first blog</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;well.. the first blog.. note: i only got into this because i accidently made an account..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;so should i:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;a) pour my heart out&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;b) talk randomly&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;i'll take option c, watever come's into my head.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;well... let's go backwards.. events going from 10 to 1&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;10- about half an hour ago i stupidly subscribed for some freebiez .. and stupidly entered my mobie number and then got charged 6.60 for the stupid reply.. but here's the thing, the text says: FREE MSG. so wtf are they charging me!?!?!? i call optus like twice.. and all i get is directions to the stupid company that charged me.. I WANT MY $13.20 BACK!!!! I WILL FIGHT UNTIL I GET IT DARN IT! ..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;9- Nancy and I talked for almost and hour.. mostly about nothing hehe.. just the same old- we're fat, we needa swim more, blah blah blah, and never end up doing it! rofl!! well.. we actually planned to go swimming and also train before hand to show ppl wat we're really made of! so that was that.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;8- OH! i got a new phone yesterday! well.. a hand me down.. i figured.. ive been getting my aunty's phone every two years.. and its because her contract ends - DUH! so she got a new one- nokia 5 megapixel slide.. soo hopefully, that shall be mine in TWO YEARS! life time supply if u ask me ;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;ah you know what.. scrap the count down.. its killing mee&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;basically atm. i am writing the tae-kwon-do syllabus.. it is PAINFUL, and requires too much brain work.. but i still have to do it.. RAH!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;anyhow.. if i think of anything else to write, i'll post.. other than that. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;TOODLEZ!.. i have a feeling this blog isn't going to be read. but OWELL!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;33.&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1451472117255053937-8263917553805278716?l=blackbelta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blackbelta.blogspot.com/feeds/8263917553805278716/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://blackbelta.blogspot.com/2009/01/first-blog.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1451472117255053937/posts/default/8263917553805278716'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1451472117255053937/posts/default/8263917553805278716'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blackbelta.blogspot.com/2009/01/first-blog.html' title='the first blog'/><author><name>Black Belta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14359600590028140641</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/_ANiYqZsrbfw/SqIhoIHVyPI/AAAAAAAAAC8/dRuSexZ0WT0/S220/IMG000439.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
