<?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-6871731973395741703</id><updated>2011-08-03T06:27:32.298+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Adrian!</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://its-adrian.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6871731973395741703/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://its-adrian.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Adrian C.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11606128147481601920</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PUSukbBvy6U/Ss2kh0sjAiI/AAAAAAAAAQo/b8QeOIHuvW8/s1600-R/rtp5dl.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>76</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6871731973395741703.post-7975994549611730777</id><published>2009-12-28T12:31:00.001+11:00</published><updated>2009-12-28T12:34:02.266+11:00</updated><title type='text'>And all good things must come to and end...</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;... but better things begin!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Like I said last year in my final entry of 2008, its been an action-packed roller coaster ride of a year. Another year later, and I can definitely say it has seen the best and worst of things. Walls have been broken, friendships have been made, but overall it was worth it.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;[&lt;b&gt;brief recap&lt;/b&gt;]&lt;br /&gt;Can I honestly say I've learnt lessons? Soitenlee, Gov'nah.  A lot of things that happened this year I can find memorable.  I still think 2008 was a great year though.  2009, for me was the year of dealing with a lot of stuff, but its still a memorable experience I'd like remember.  Everything from going to Hawaii and California, going around everywhere and meeting up with UTC again!!! My second Soundwave Festival, the amazing bushwalk with Lenny and Jasmine at Wentworth Falls (Blue Mountains), getting my green P's (lol), ze birthday parties (being the most drunk I've ever been at Wendys), my UTS-organised 20th birthday, the unexpected drama, other IT outings, the K sessions, a Night in Fantasia, catching up with friends I rarely get to see, St. Patricks Primary 3rd reunion, late/funny nights spent on L4D and MW2, and the other noteworthy events I fail to recall.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I'm sure I've missed out on a lot of other crap to mention but made my year FOR ME.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;To all those that went overseas or interstate, enjoy as much you can and take care. Also, I know you can read my mind -- bring me back something nice. :D /cough. Wait, what? Philippines for me in 2010/11 and hopefully America (by myself) in 2011/12.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;As my yearly tradition says - &lt;b&gt;So long 2009 and thanks for all ze drama&lt;/b&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;M&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;E&lt;/span&gt;R&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;R&lt;/span&gt;Y &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;C&lt;/span&gt;H&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;R&lt;/span&gt;I&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;S&lt;/span&gt;T&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;M&lt;/span&gt;A&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;S&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; AND A HAPPY NEW YEAR&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;k thanks and bye.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://media.tumblr.com/tumblr_kvc9cx3H3a1qa9aya.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;Above: Spot the siblings. HAHA. There are 4 pairs of siblings and 2 cousins to 1 pair of siblings.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6871731973395741703-7975994549611730777?l=its-adrian.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://its-adrian.blogspot.com/feeds/7975994549611730777/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6871731973395741703&amp;postID=7975994549611730777&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6871731973395741703/posts/default/7975994549611730777'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6871731973395741703/posts/default/7975994549611730777'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://its-adrian.blogspot.com/2009/12/and-all-good-things-must-come-to-and.html' title='And all good things must come to and end...'/><author><name>Adrian C.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11606128147481601920</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PUSukbBvy6U/Ss2kh0sjAiI/AAAAAAAAAQo/b8QeOIHuvW8/s1600-R/rtp5dl.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6871731973395741703.post-7294882172110655123</id><published>2009-12-14T19:41:00.001+11:00</published><updated>2009-12-14T19:41:51.309+11:00</updated><title type='text'>Random Cards to Random People.</title><content type='html'>So today I met up with &lt;b&gt;Jelli &lt;/b&gt;to do some Christmas shopping.  We went into Top Bargain and bought some cheap Christmas cards (and also a bow/headband for herself haha) because I think it looks greaat. &lt;p&gt;Anyway we had more cards than we needed, so what better way to get rid of the excess, than to cheer up a couple people for Christmas with it.  We both wrote one, each for different opportunities.  I wrote mine addressed to whoever picked it up and left it behind an Assassins Creed II box in EB Games.  I wrote that it was from &lt;b&gt;Tom Riddle&lt;/b&gt;.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;After that (and some more shopping), we walked to Oporto’s and sat inside talking.  She asked for wet hand towels, and the then-friendly cashier, &lt;b&gt;Nikki&lt;/b&gt;, handed her two.  She needed the towels to clean out the mess she had in her bag - and by mess, I mean the melted fizzer that made everything sticky. ;)&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;She needed more and didn’t want to ask, so I asked and &lt;b&gt;Nikki &lt;/b&gt;for more, who mentions that she just gave my friend some and was reluctant to give out more, but I gave the excuse that I needed it for myself. She felt hesitant about giving too many away (because we only ordered drinks) and so we sort of felt bad.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;This was &lt;b&gt;Jelli&lt;/b&gt;’s opportunity for her card giveaway, so she addressed hers to &lt;b&gt;Nikki&lt;/b&gt;. We apologised for the hand towels, but thanked her for them, and her service and told her to keep smiling in life.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;We left that card on the table we were sitting at and walked out of there whilst she had her back turned to us.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;This reminds me of the random postcards people slide into Post Secrets books.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;It felt good. MLIA.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://media.tumblr.com/tumblr_kumvrzOYc11qa9aya.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 365px; height: 482px;" src="http://media.tumblr.com/tumblr_kumvrzOYc11qa9aya.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6871731973395741703-7294882172110655123?l=its-adrian.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://its-adrian.blogspot.com/feeds/7294882172110655123/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6871731973395741703&amp;postID=7294882172110655123&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6871731973395741703/posts/default/7294882172110655123'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6871731973395741703/posts/default/7294882172110655123'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://its-adrian.blogspot.com/2009/12/random-cards-to-random-people.html' title='Random Cards to Random People.'/><author><name>Adrian C.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11606128147481601920</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PUSukbBvy6U/Ss2kh0sjAiI/AAAAAAAAAQo/b8QeOIHuvW8/s1600-R/rtp5dl.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6871731973395741703.post-7159324214291995724</id><published>2009-12-10T21:28:00.002+11:00</published><updated>2009-12-10T22:43:35.751+11:00</updated><title type='text'>OH HAI.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;CPU:&lt;/span&gt; Intel Core i5 750 &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;$234&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Mobo: &lt;/span&gt;Gigabyte P55-UD3 &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;$132&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;RAM:&lt;/span&gt; G.Skill-Ripjaws 4GB DDR3-1333 &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;$125&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;HDD:&lt;/span&gt; Samsung Spinpoint F3 1TB &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;$105&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;GPU:&lt;/span&gt; HIS 1GB ATI Radeon HD5770 &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;$189&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Case:&lt;/span&gt; Lian Li Lancool PC-K60 &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;$125&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;PSU:&lt;/span&gt; Antec Neo Eco 500W &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;$70&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;ODD:&lt;/span&gt; Sony-NEC Optiarc AD-7240S &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;$43&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Total:&lt;/span&gt; $1,023&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mm.. MSY..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So.. recently, my computer has been shitting itself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;BSOD whilst having only 3-4 applications open.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;CPU/RAM intensive processes leading to said BSOD.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Artifacts and broken textures in games.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Self-restarts (not from updates).&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Crackling sound makes bass beats sound like a fucked up wind chime.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;This really didn't help when I had to edit/put together a certain video because the sound was horrible. But whatevs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;-----------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I made a Christmas wishlist (which includes the build above), along with other crap, but I'm too lazy to post up at the moment.  Next time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So my threadless shirt has stretched out a bit, sleeves are a little short, but oh well. Jelli's leaving for China soon, going to miss her! And also, it shall be a milestone in our friendship soon, so I put together something. HAHA. Shit I am somewhat, sort of, awesome. Also, I think I've been playing too much MW2. I'm starting to get a headache, that prompted me to go run on the treadmill for a bit and get some blood pumping.  Did 20 mins on that and I feel fine!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, whytf am I updating this again?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kthx&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;VI(olation of your probation)&lt;/span&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/6871731973395741703-7159324214291995724?l=its-adrian.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://its-adrian.blogspot.com/feeds/7159324214291995724/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6871731973395741703&amp;postID=7159324214291995724&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6871731973395741703/posts/default/7159324214291995724'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6871731973395741703/posts/default/7159324214291995724'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://its-adrian.blogspot.com/2009/12/oh-hai.html' title='OH HAI.'/><author><name>Adrian C.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11606128147481601920</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PUSukbBvy6U/Ss2kh0sjAiI/AAAAAAAAAQo/b8QeOIHuvW8/s1600-R/rtp5dl.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6871731973395741703.post-5807632398508555559</id><published>2009-12-04T14:20:00.001+11:00</published><updated>2009-12-04T14:21:06.461+11:00</updated><title type='text'>Wokon Inn</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="400" height="300"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://vimeo.com/moogaloop.swf?clip_id=7974328&amp;amp;server=vimeo.com&amp;amp;show_title=1&amp;amp;show_byline=1&amp;amp;show_portrait=0&amp;amp;color=&amp;amp;fullscreen=1"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://vimeo.com/moogaloop.swf?clip_id=7974328&amp;amp;server=vimeo.com&amp;amp;show_title=1&amp;amp;show_byline=1&amp;amp;show_portrait=0&amp;amp;color=&amp;amp;fullscreen=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" allowscriptaccess="always" width="400" height="300"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://vimeo.com/7974328"&gt;Stuff&lt;/a&gt; from &lt;a href="http://vimeo.com/user2740102"&gt;Adrian Camua&lt;/a&gt; on &lt;a href="http://vimeo.com/"&gt;Vimeo&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6871731973395741703-5807632398508555559?l=its-adrian.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://its-adrian.blogspot.com/feeds/5807632398508555559/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6871731973395741703&amp;postID=5807632398508555559&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6871731973395741703/posts/default/5807632398508555559'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6871731973395741703/posts/default/5807632398508555559'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://its-adrian.blogspot.com/2009/12/wokon-inn.html' title='Wokon Inn'/><author><name>Adrian C.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11606128147481601920</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PUSukbBvy6U/Ss2kh0sjAiI/AAAAAAAAAQo/b8QeOIHuvW8/s1600-R/rtp5dl.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6871731973395741703.post-7408973640814625734</id><published>2009-12-03T02:55:00.008+11:00</published><updated>2009-12-03T03:10:51.226+11:00</updated><title type='text'>Digging through the Past</title><content type='html'>Today I dug through my shoebox of stuff.. and I found my awesome Sega World business card holder that I got when my mums old work held a function there. Excuse the shoddy photographing skills. I took it in poor lighting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PUSukbBvy6U/SxaOqqXVaoI/AAAAAAAAASI/turtXLEcd3Q/s1600-h/IMG_1259.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PUSukbBvy6U/SxaOqqXVaoI/AAAAAAAAASI/turtXLEcd3Q/s400/IMG_1259.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5410668865910041218" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, its shiny, and has Sega World Sydney engraved on the front.  Inside is where I kept the awesome.... and the ... strange...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PUSukbBvy6U/SxaQC_Bp41I/AAAAAAAAAS4/NsVCbpuEqfw/s1600-h/IMG_1261.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PUSukbBvy6U/SxaQC_Bp41I/AAAAAAAAAS4/NsVCbpuEqfw/s400/IMG_1261.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5410670383284740946" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Above: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1 Timezone ticket&lt;br /&gt;1 Sega World ticket&lt;br /&gt;1 AMF ticket&lt;br /&gt;1 Sega World Token&lt;br /&gt;1 Sega World card&lt;br /&gt;1 piece of a ruler (explained below)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Missing from the pic:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Money (coins) from the Philippines and Singapore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PUSukbBvy6U/SxaPN_e6eyI/AAAAAAAAASY/Zte1p1Xlc2Q/s1600-h/IMG_1257.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PUSukbBvy6U/SxaPN_e6eyI/AAAAAAAAASY/Zte1p1Xlc2Q/s400/IMG_1257.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5410669472874396450" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Above:&lt;/span&gt; Ok the story is... back in high school, I found this on the ground.  I honestly don't know what I was thinking at the time, but the animals intrigued me.  So I kept it, took it home and decided to see how long I could keep it for... so I wrote, on the back, the date I found it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PUSukbBvy6U/SxaPOUXULUI/AAAAAAAAASg/bF-EGuQtMTI/s1600-h/IMG_1254.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PUSukbBvy6U/SxaPOUXULUI/AAAAAAAAASg/bF-EGuQtMTI/s400/IMG_1254.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5410669478479670594" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Over 7 years, I've kept a piece of a ruler that should've just been thrown in the bin. Haha. Bloody awesome, I reckoooon. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kthx&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;bye&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6871731973395741703-7408973640814625734?l=its-adrian.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://its-adrian.blogspot.com/feeds/7408973640814625734/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6871731973395741703&amp;postID=7408973640814625734&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6871731973395741703/posts/default/7408973640814625734'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6871731973395741703/posts/default/7408973640814625734'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://its-adrian.blogspot.com/2009/12/digging-through-past.html' title='Digging through the Past'/><author><name>Adrian C.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11606128147481601920</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PUSukbBvy6U/Ss2kh0sjAiI/AAAAAAAAAQo/b8QeOIHuvW8/s1600-R/rtp5dl.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PUSukbBvy6U/SxaOqqXVaoI/AAAAAAAAASI/turtXLEcd3Q/s72-c/IMG_1259.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6871731973395741703.post-2933671660124879373</id><published>2009-11-24T22:06:00.002+11:00</published><updated>2009-11-24T22:19:42.568+11:00</updated><title type='text'>Headed some place new</title><content type='html'>"Walls" by All Time Low was my top song for some time because it gave me the encouragement I so damn needed. Same with "Dare You to Move" by Switchfoot.  I was telling myself, "Okay, this is it."  It was either, don't and regret, or do and regret. Why I had to give in to external factors is beyond me.  I'm confizzled? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I don't mind spending everyday, out on your corner in the pouring rain."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well anyway, I bought another shirt today from Glue.  I like it, everyone else liked it, so I bought it.  At the moment, my threadless shirt is a temporary pillow cover because its a tad too tight. I'm pretty sure this method will stretch it too, right? Correct.  Of course.  Or I could get someone fatter to put it on. I have plenty of candidates there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kthx&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;my&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6871731973395741703-2933671660124879373?l=its-adrian.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://its-adrian.blogspot.com/feeds/2933671660124879373/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6871731973395741703&amp;postID=2933671660124879373&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6871731973395741703/posts/default/2933671660124879373'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6871731973395741703/posts/default/2933671660124879373'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://its-adrian.blogspot.com/2009/11/headed-some-place-new.html' title='Headed some place new'/><author><name>Adrian C.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11606128147481601920</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PUSukbBvy6U/Ss2kh0sjAiI/AAAAAAAAAQo/b8QeOIHuvW8/s1600-R/rtp5dl.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6871731973395741703.post-2885497896829275607</id><published>2009-11-22T09:44:00.003+11:00</published><updated>2009-11-22T09:50:35.847+11:00</updated><title type='text'>All or Nothing</title><content type='html'>I've started a tumblr.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://its-adrian.tumblr.com/"&gt;http://its-adrian.tumblr.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know. I think I'm still going to update this from time to time.  Man, I still update my xanga one every now and then and that is like 4 years old or something.  Anyway, lots of things happened, lots of things not happening.  Long ass hours spent on MW2 with Ivan, Thien and Jason, and my other friends.  After a week and a half, I've racked up 70 hours or so.  Compared to L4D, that is fast because my total playtime on L4D is ~480 hours over the course of a year. Hell yeah? ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Twitter and tumblr.  Btw, Jay Seans album rocks my socks off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kthx&lt;strong&gt;bye&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6871731973395741703-2885497896829275607?l=its-adrian.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://its-adrian.blogspot.com/feeds/2885497896829275607/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6871731973395741703&amp;postID=2885497896829275607&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6871731973395741703/posts/default/2885497896829275607'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6871731973395741703/posts/default/2885497896829275607'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://its-adrian.blogspot.com/2009/11/all-or-nothing.html' title='All or Nothing'/><author><name>Adrian C.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11606128147481601920</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PUSukbBvy6U/Ss2kh0sjAiI/AAAAAAAAAQo/b8QeOIHuvW8/s1600-R/rtp5dl.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6871731973395741703.post-653853703142725170</id><published>2009-11-18T19:52:00.005+11:00</published><updated>2009-11-18T20:08:16.640+11:00</updated><title type='text'>Roach and Ghost Die, and Shepard too. There, I just ruined MW2.</title><content type='html'>Wakari masenka?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Okay, now today I did something drastic. Do I regret it? Perhaps, perhaps not, most likely not because it was a burden to me for a while. Although... I don't know what I'm doing now or what I'm meant to do... or what I should do.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;I don't think I have the worst luck here, I'm also not an idiot, I also don't think I'm deserving of anything, I'm not doing anything wrong either, so why do I lack results?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Who. Knows.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6871731973395741703-653853703142725170?l=its-adrian.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6871731973395741703/posts/default/653853703142725170'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6871731973395741703/posts/default/653853703142725170'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://its-adrian.blogspot.com/2009/11/okay-now-today-i-did-something-drastic.html' title='Roach and Ghost Die, and Shepard too. There, I just ruined MW2.'/><author><name>Adrian C.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11606128147481601920</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PUSukbBvy6U/Ss2kh0sjAiI/AAAAAAAAAQo/b8QeOIHuvW8/s1600-R/rtp5dl.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6871731973395741703.post-769450006128326927</id><published>2009-11-18T19:11:00.001+11:00</published><updated>2009-11-18T19:53:13.361+11:00</updated><title type='text'>GET OUT OF THE WAY!</title><content type='html'>The situation:&lt;br /&gt;You've just got off the bus and you are on your way to meet up with someone, or even catch the train to reach that end of the rainbow.  Everything's riding on your shoulders, you're making great time to beat the meet-up time, the winds in your hair, and you feel like nothing can stop you now. Nothing... until... your pace breaks.  What was once a steady stride to your goal has now been turned into a turtle-paced lead boot marathon, caused by none other than the completely ignorant slow walker.  Oh how quickly my disrespect-o-meter rises when I'm behind them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't get these callous characters. They're either individuals, or they walk in packs. Packs that can't be avoided. Walking at their own pace with no respect for the appropriately speeded walker behind them. hahaha.  I understand if they're walking with someone, but alone, they're nothing more than a walkway hog.  The escalator rule should apply to the walkway  lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;/endrantbecauseIhadwaytoomanysituationslikethisinthepast20years&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;--------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;kthx&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;BYUEAOBUIDYIBSUD&lt;/span&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/6871731973395741703-769450006128326927?l=its-adrian.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://its-adrian.blogspot.com/feeds/769450006128326927/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6871731973395741703&amp;postID=769450006128326927&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6871731973395741703/posts/default/769450006128326927'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6871731973395741703/posts/default/769450006128326927'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://its-adrian.blogspot.com/2009/11/get-out-of-way.html' title='GET OUT OF THE WAY!'/><author><name>Adrian C.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11606128147481601920</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PUSukbBvy6U/Ss2kh0sjAiI/AAAAAAAAAQo/b8QeOIHuvW8/s1600-R/rtp5dl.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6871731973395741703.post-7179179892014902298</id><published>2009-11-05T23:40:00.005+11:00</published><updated>2009-11-06T00:04:47.356+11:00</updated><title type='text'>Minesweeper Bonanza</title><content type='html'>Recently I've been getting addicted to minesweeper. 100 games later, I had a gut feeling that this game would be the one to finally get my first win on advanced, so I took screenshots.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i694.photobucket.com/albums/vv304/acamua/phase1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 689px; height: 442px;" src="http://i694.photobucket.com/albums/vv304/acamua/phase1.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Great start. I clicked randomly hoping to open up a few big ones. hehhh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i694.photobucket.com/albums/vv304/acamua/phase2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 689px; height: 442px;" src="http://i694.photobucket.com/albums/vv304/acamua/phase2.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;So far so good..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i694.photobucket.com/albums/vv304/acamua/phase3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 689px; height: 442px;" src="http://i694.photobucket.com/albums/vv304/acamua/phase3.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Getting there.. 38 mines left to flag..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i694.photobucket.com/albums/vv304/acamua/phase4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 689px; height: 442px;" src="http://i694.photobucket.com/albums/vv304/acamua/phase4.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Okay, by now I was stuck for a bit because I couldn't find where I could open up next..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i694.photobucket.com/albums/vv304/acamua/phase5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 689px; height: 442px;" src="http://i694.photobucket.com/albums/vv304/acamua/phase5.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Until I found the bit on the top, and now all thats left is the guessing part. HELLO, NERVOUSNESS. (Disregard the time I have taken)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i694.photobucket.com/albums/vv304/acamua/phase6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 689px; height: 442px;" src="http://i694.photobucket.com/albums/vv304/acamua/phase6.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;...sigh...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i694.photobucket.com/albums/vv304/acamua/phase7.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 689px; height: 442px;" src="http://i694.photobucket.com/albums/vv304/acamua/phase7.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;FFFFFFUUUUUUUUUU......&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i694.photobucket.com/albums/vv304/acamua/Untitled-3-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 445px; height: 204px;" src="http://i694.photobucket.com/albums/vv304/acamua/Untitled-3-1.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;My pride and joy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;kthx&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;mi(ne)&lt;/span&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/6871731973395741703-7179179892014902298?l=its-adrian.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://its-adrian.blogspot.com/feeds/7179179892014902298/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6871731973395741703&amp;postID=7179179892014902298&amp;isPopup=true' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6871731973395741703/posts/default/7179179892014902298'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6871731973395741703/posts/default/7179179892014902298'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://its-adrian.blogspot.com/2009/11/minesweeper-bonanza.html' title='Minesweeper Bonanza'/><author><name>Adrian C.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11606128147481601920</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PUSukbBvy6U/Ss2kh0sjAiI/AAAAAAAAAQo/b8QeOIHuvW8/s1600-R/rtp5dl.jpg'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6871731973395741703.post-8087658389034535561</id><published>2009-11-03T20:55:00.008+11:00</published><updated>2009-11-04T09:42:05.011+11:00</updated><title type='text'>The Awkward and the Damned.</title><content type='html'>I am, of course, referring to awkward conversations that lead to a dead end, as this is a topic I've mentioned to people and confronted people with doing. I've had my fair share of experiencing them, and I've also done it to others. Conversation killers, I call them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can almost feel as if I'm leading myself down a dead end, stuck in a conversation that will undoubtedly get me that very important sensation of feeling bored, not interested, or simply with just nothing else to reply with. These things require special actions and reinforcement. What used to be a topic of agreeable awesome standards can now be hindered with the undesired result of 3 simple characters:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;"lol"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The motherload of it all. It prescribes the shutdwn of a conversation. In some instances, it means the writer of the 'lol' wants to move on, or simple doesn't have anything better to reply with. On the receiving end, one abruptly discovers theres nothing more to respond to, and thus ends all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Awesome Storyteller&lt;/span&gt;: &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;So&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Paranormal Activity was such a scary movie. OMG I was so freaked out by the end, I almost have skid marks on my underwear. What did you think of it?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Awesome Replier&lt;/span&gt;: &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;lol&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Awesome Storyteller&lt;/span&gt;: &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or even replies like "&lt;em&gt;yeh&lt;/em&gt;", or "&lt;em&gt;nup&lt;/em&gt;". As Amanda Bynes said in She's the Man, &lt;strong&gt;FLOW IS FLOW&lt;/strong&gt;. AND YES I DON'T MIND CHEESE. I've heard it been said before (can't say who said or received, because it sounds harsh either way): "&lt;em&gt;Learn to keep it flowing, you suck to talk to."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I noticed I've done a lot of this to keep it going, and that is asking questions, to the point where I've taken the role of an interviewer/interrogator. I guess its better than the awkward silence. Which brings me to my next topic: &lt;strong&gt;awkard topics&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These convo's just warrant a "&lt;strong&gt;lol.&lt;/strong&gt;" ending. Questions need not apply, because after the who, what, when, where, and hows are over with, its just done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Unless&lt;/strong&gt; of course there is humourous appeal to it, in this case, I am going to end with this awkward topic I just encountered and prompted me to do this entry:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(name hidden to avoid embarassment)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;bobthebuilder says: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;hey man. i want let something off my chest but promise you wont say anything&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;adrian ! needle and haystack says: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;yeahh what sup&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;bobthebuilder says:&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;i did a poo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;adrian ! needle and haystack says:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt; .........&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;bobthebuilder says: &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;it came out as pebbles &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;adrian ! needle and haystack says:&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;bobthebuilder says:&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;hahah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;adrian ! needle and haystack says:&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;what the eff!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;bobthebuilder says:&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;it means i have not enough fibre&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;bobthebuilder says: &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;it has to be cigar like&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Take note, the person saying this is a girl, and goes against all male belief that:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Girls don't poop&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Girls don't fart either&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;kthx&lt;strong&gt;bye?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;PS. This post is dedicated to Nicholas. haaaa.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6871731973395741703-8087658389034535561?l=its-adrian.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://its-adrian.blogspot.com/feeds/8087658389034535561/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6871731973395741703&amp;postID=8087658389034535561&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6871731973395741703/posts/default/8087658389034535561'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6871731973395741703/posts/default/8087658389034535561'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://its-adrian.blogspot.com/2009/11/awkward-and-damned.html' title='The Awkward and the Damned.'/><author><name>Adrian C.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11606128147481601920</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PUSukbBvy6U/Ss2kh0sjAiI/AAAAAAAAAQo/b8QeOIHuvW8/s1600-R/rtp5dl.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6871731973395741703.post-5798733278702272716</id><published>2009-10-28T12:03:00.005+11:00</published><updated>2009-10-28T12:30:33.375+11:00</updated><title type='text'>Case of the Clueless Asian Lady</title><content type='html'>I'm not one to complain, but when it comes to helping randoms, there has to be some level of sanity from them.  Today as I got off the train from central, I walked towards the stairs going down heading into the tunnel.  At the top of the stairs was an asian woman wearing the ugliest pair of green pants my eyes have ever seen.  As soon as I approached her, this is what happened:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Asian woman&lt;/span&gt;:&lt;/span&gt; Hey! Excuse me, could you please walk me down the stairs?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Me&lt;/span&gt;: Yeah sure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Asian woman&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;: Hold my hand please..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Me&lt;/span&gt;: Um... okay..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At this point I'm holding a complete strangers hand, not her arm or anything, her hand. At this point she pauses and I'm standing there in limbo holding this womans hand.  People walking past me kept looking at me.  I was getting impatient so i asked her:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Me&lt;/span&gt;: Um.. the railings right there. Do you need help?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Asian woman&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;: *no response*&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She then walked down the stairs, not even holding onto the railing. WTF? (edit: Maria: "She's just trying to hold your hand").  Got to the bottom of the stairs, thinking I was free from the awkwardness, I let go of her hand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then she began demanding me to hold her hand again.  People behind me knew she was a stranger to me, and I still did what I thought was right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Asian woman&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;: Hold my hand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Me&lt;/span&gt;: (thinking) um wtf, I am holding your hand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Asian woman&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;: TIGHTER!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Me&lt;/span&gt;: um.. okay.. (crying inside)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Asian woman&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;: yes... tighter...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Me&lt;/span&gt;: Um.. are you okay? Do you need help? (I thought she was depressed or something)&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At this point I began looking around at the people around me, or at cameras, thinking I was on some hidden camera show.  She began doing these squats or whatever, the sort of stance you have in primary school when you're busting to go to the toilet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By now, i thought she needed to go to the toilet. It was scary.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As we approached the ticket barriers..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Me&lt;/span&gt;: Uh.. I'm kind of in a hurry..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Asian woman&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;: (pausing in 2m in front of the barriers) Walk me to the barriers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Me&lt;/span&gt;:  Uh okay...&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I walked forward but she wouldn't follow (still holding her effing hand). Then she let go and ran for the barriers. To which I then ran away to avoid her at the other end.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS. Maria is funny and likes to bake cookies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kthx&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;bye&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6871731973395741703-5798733278702272716?l=its-adrian.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://its-adrian.blogspot.com/feeds/5798733278702272716/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6871731973395741703&amp;postID=5798733278702272716&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6871731973395741703/posts/default/5798733278702272716'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6871731973395741703/posts/default/5798733278702272716'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://its-adrian.blogspot.com/2009/10/case-of-clueless-asian-lady.html' title='Case of the Clueless Asian Lady'/><author><name>Adrian C.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11606128147481601920</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PUSukbBvy6U/Ss2kh0sjAiI/AAAAAAAAAQo/b8QeOIHuvW8/s1600-R/rtp5dl.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6871731973395741703.post-1994259667016219422</id><published>2009-10-24T10:44:00.015+11:00</published><updated>2009-10-24T12:40:46.729+11:00</updated><title type='text'>Ban-anner.</title><content type='html'>Because Tim suggested this...&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;I included the banners I used, didn't use and plan to make.&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Banners that I've used on my blog (in chrononological order)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i694.photobucket.com/albums/vv304/acamua/bannerblog.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 685px; height: 186px;" src="http://i694.photobucket.com/albums/vv304/acamua/bannerblog.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i694.photobucket.com/albums/vv304/acamua/bannerblogerror.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 685px; height: 186px;" src="http://i694.photobucket.com/albums/vv304/acamua/bannerblogerror.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i694.photobucket.com/albums/vv304/acamua/musicbannercopy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 685px; height: 186px;" src="http://i694.photobucket.com/albums/vv304/acamua/musicbannercopy.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i694.photobucket.com/albums/vv304/acamua/skybannercopy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 685px; height: 186px;" src="http://i694.photobucket.com/albums/vv304/acamua/skybannercopy.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;My personal favourite (hot air balloon).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i694.photobucket.com/albums/vv304/acamua/drawncopy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 685px; height: 186px;" src="http://i694.photobucket.com/albums/vv304/acamua/drawncopy.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i694.photobucket.com/albums/vv304/acamua/collabcopy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 685px; height: 186px;" src="http://i694.photobucket.com/albums/vv304/acamua/collabcopy.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i694.photobucket.com/albums/vv304/acamua/writtenbannercopy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 685px; height: 186px;" src="http://i694.photobucket.com/albums/vv304/acamua/writtenbannercopy.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i694.photobucket.com/albums/vv304/acamua/lovely.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 685px; height: 186px;" src="http://i694.photobucket.com/albums/vv304/acamua/lovely.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;... and so begins the bananer peel project.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i694.photobucket.com/albums/vv304/acamua/explodingdogtest.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 685px; height: 186px;" src="http://i694.photobucket.com/albums/vv304/acamua/explodingdogtest.gif" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Yes, I'm aware the text slightly changed from the first to second one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i694.photobucket.com/albums/vv304/acamua/explodingdog2edit.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 685px; height: 186px;" src="http://i694.photobucket.com/albums/vv304/acamua/explodingdog2edit.gif" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i694.photobucket.com/albums/vv304/acamua/explodingdog3edit.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 685px; height: 186px;" src="http://i694.photobucket.com/albums/vv304/acamua/explodingdog3edit.gif" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i694.photobucket.com/albums/vv304/acamua/explodingdog4edit2.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 685px; height: 186px;" src="http://i694.photobucket.com/albums/vv304/acamua/explodingdog4edit2.gif" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Banners that didn't make the cut.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i694.photobucket.com/albums/vv304/acamua/revolutioncopy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 685px; height: 186px;" src="http://i694.photobucket.com/albums/vv304/acamua/revolutioncopy.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i694.photobucket.com/albums/vv304/acamua/blogbannerscrib.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 685px; height: 186px;" src="http://i694.photobucket.com/albums/vv304/acamua/blogbannerscrib.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Um.. was trying to convey the transition from adolescence to adulthood. lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i694.photobucket.com/albums/vv304/acamua/noh8.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 685px; height: 186px;" src="http://i694.photobucket.com/albums/vv304/acamua/noh8.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;(Jasmine, shh)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Works in progress/Concepts&lt;/span&gt;/&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Ideas/Stuff&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i694.photobucket.com/albums/vv304/acamua/crashbannercopy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 685px; height: 186px;" src="http://i694.photobucket.com/albums/vv304/acamua/crashbannercopy.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i694.photobucket.com/albums/vv304/acamua/supermariocopy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 685px; height: 186px;" src="http://i694.photobucket.com/albums/vv304/acamua/supermariocopy.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Couple of random stuff&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i694.photobucket.com/albums/vv304/acamua/fearbanner2i.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 699px; height: 114px;" src="http://i694.photobucket.com/albums/vv304/acamua/fearbanner2i.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The banner I made for my clans forum a couple of years ago. lol. Back when we used to play competitively. Yes, interesting clan name too.  We were all a bunch of idiots, and we still are.  Funny dudes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i694.photobucket.com/albums/vv304/acamua/sig.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 393px; height: 169px;" src="http://i694.photobucket.com/albums/vv304/acamua/sig.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Haley Williams, random.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;The Xanga backgrounds I made are a different story.  Its where I began actually using photoshop.  I think that was back in 2005 or something.  Then came myspace, and I got a bit better I guess. I hope to get even better in future because...  &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Young Workers&lt;/span&gt; poster competition is now being held every 2 years.  I should've promoted mine more to get more votes. Hahah. Oh well, I tried? 2010, here I come!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;kthx&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;bye&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6871731973395741703-1994259667016219422?l=its-adrian.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://its-adrian.blogspot.com/feeds/1994259667016219422/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6871731973395741703&amp;postID=1994259667016219422&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6871731973395741703/posts/default/1994259667016219422'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6871731973395741703/posts/default/1994259667016219422'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://its-adrian.blogspot.com/2009/10/ban-anner.html' title='Ban-anner.'/><author><name>Adrian C.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11606128147481601920</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PUSukbBvy6U/Ss2kh0sjAiI/AAAAAAAAAQo/b8QeOIHuvW8/s1600-R/rtp5dl.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6871731973395741703.post-260350914433690508</id><published>2009-10-14T13:17:00.011+11:00</published><updated>2009-10-15T11:14:25.182+11:00</updated><title type='text'>I Want.</title><content type='html'>The "I wants" are like an incurable infection.  Its contagious, and it won't go away.  Hearing about dreams makes you want some of your own, but before that you begin with the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;little&lt;/span&gt; things.  Can you honestly say that after achieving your wants that you are &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;100%&lt;/span&gt; completely satisfied?  There are but &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;6 things&lt;/span&gt; on this list that I can confidently say will make my life complete.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm aware that as we grow, so does this list, until we reach that threshold of satisfaction.  But until then...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want a new computer.&lt;br /&gt;I want to excel in uni.&lt;br /&gt;I want those clothes.&lt;br /&gt;I want to meet Story of the Year.&lt;br /&gt;I want to feel giddy.&lt;br /&gt;I want Story of the Year's new album.&lt;br /&gt;I want more of You.&lt;br /&gt;I want to get rid of my lazyness.&lt;br /&gt;I want a room makeover.&lt;br /&gt;I want COD: Modern Warfare 2.&lt;br /&gt;I want you.&lt;br /&gt;I want a car.&lt;br /&gt;I want pop rocks.&lt;br /&gt;I want to understand how the world works.&lt;br /&gt;I want to go sky diving.&lt;br /&gt;I want to go quad biking.&lt;br /&gt;I want to be successful.&lt;br /&gt;I want to be able to pay off my uni debt.&lt;br /&gt;I want a Disney marathon.&lt;br /&gt;I want to go on an adventure.&lt;br /&gt;I want to feel like I'm dependable.&lt;br /&gt;I want to be less of who I am, and more of who I aspire to be.&lt;br /&gt;I want to do/see the things on my "places-to-go" list.&lt;br /&gt;I want pez.&lt;br /&gt;I want to go to Jamberoo.&lt;br /&gt;I want a future/career I can enjoy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;DON'T&lt;/span&gt; want to start over again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To be continued... or maybe not.. I think that's all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PUSukbBvy6U/StU30CDLIGI/AAAAAAAAARI/xvv5wfrWNDE/s1600-h/9781846462696.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 275px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PUSukbBvy6U/StU30CDLIGI/AAAAAAAAARI/xvv5wfrWNDE/s400/9781846462696.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5392277495888945250" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Edit: Jasmine brought to my attention the ad about the Jesus: All About Life campaign.  I saw them set up around the city and I see the banner around schools I go by, and so I went to check the ad on youtube.  I think this entry is so fitting, along with the section starting at 0:10s (Shoes, Jas? HAHAH.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="560" height="340"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/4-jGnTQDQj4&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/4-jGnTQDQj4&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="560" height="340"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kthx&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;bye&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6871731973395741703-260350914433690508?l=its-adrian.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://its-adrian.blogspot.com/feeds/260350914433690508/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6871731973395741703&amp;postID=260350914433690508&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6871731973395741703/posts/default/260350914433690508'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6871731973395741703/posts/default/260350914433690508'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://its-adrian.blogspot.com/2009/10/i-want.html' title='I Want.'/><author><name>Adrian C.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11606128147481601920</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PUSukbBvy6U/Ss2kh0sjAiI/AAAAAAAAAQo/b8QeOIHuvW8/s1600-R/rtp5dl.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PUSukbBvy6U/StU30CDLIGI/AAAAAAAAARI/xvv5wfrWNDE/s72-c/9781846462696.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6871731973395741703.post-3669690918512927376</id><published>2009-10-05T08:12:00.005+11:00</published><updated>2009-10-08T23:49:56.236+11:00</updated><title type='text'>The Cheapskates.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Location&lt;/span&gt;: Norita&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Situation&lt;/span&gt;: Indecisive about food... we really didn't feel like eating, just felt like taking a nap there. Until we saw the picture of the choc fondu.. except we didn't want the fondu, we just wanted the wafers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jelli then pushes the button without warning to call the waiter and pretends to fall asleep so I'm left to the wolves (the waitress).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Waitress&lt;/span&gt;: Hi, can I help you? :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Me&lt;/span&gt;: *flipping through the pages of the menu to find the fondu picture* Hi... um... is it possible if we could.. uh.. just get the wafers?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Waitress&lt;/span&gt;: The wuhfes?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Me&lt;/span&gt;: Um.. the wafers?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Waitress&lt;/span&gt;: Yes the wuhfes.. Umm.. I give you two wuhfes. Because.. *chuckling* I don't know if have enough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Me&lt;/span&gt;:  TWO?&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(At this point, I don't think she knew I wanted a whole BOWL of wafers)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Waitress&lt;/span&gt;: Yes, I can give you two for free.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Me&lt;/span&gt;:  ..How much is that?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Waitress&lt;/span&gt;: Two wuhfes... :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Me&lt;/span&gt;: Oh for free? Ok. Thanks&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Jelli &lt;/span&gt;(to me): Order something else! Can't just get free stuff!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Me&lt;/span&gt;: But I don't want anything else!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Jelli&lt;/span&gt;: Get the drink!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Me&lt;/span&gt;: I don't want the drink though!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Jelli&lt;/span&gt;: Can I get the Lemon Iced Tea? Thankyou&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hahaha saved.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.continentalbakeries.com/files/producten/popup_wafels.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 485px; height: 358px;" src="http://www.continentalbakeries.com/files/producten/popup_wafels.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Direct linked.  I will wait till someone tells me off.  I love ice cream cones. I love plain pasta with no sauce.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That is all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today Jeaneline and I got free food from Lennys work (visited and also to give the debut invite), then went to Rouse Hill.. with Jeanelines soccer mum car, in the pouring rain, to go buy Gaytime Krushers from KFC.. where we also got free food from one of Jeanelines friends working there.  Gave so much, we got so full.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Moral of the story: Food is good. Free food is even better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;kthx&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;buy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6871731973395741703-3669690918512927376?l=its-adrian.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://its-adrian.blogspot.com/feeds/3669690918512927376/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6871731973395741703&amp;postID=3669690918512927376&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6871731973395741703/posts/default/3669690918512927376'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6871731973395741703/posts/default/3669690918512927376'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://its-adrian.blogspot.com/2009/10/cheapskates.html' title='The Cheapskates.'/><author><name>Adrian C.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11606128147481601920</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PUSukbBvy6U/Ss2kh0sjAiI/AAAAAAAAAQo/b8QeOIHuvW8/s1600-R/rtp5dl.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6871731973395741703.post-932413565855309481</id><published>2009-09-22T15:55:00.006+10:00</published><updated>2009-09-24T19:23:02.942+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Making Waves</title><content type='html'>The difference might not be there in the video, but it is.. and my room feels 'cleaner'. I did a bit of dusting (minus the duster), vacuuming and rearranging. Behold, the half-assed job.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No one can resist the awesomeness of the Pokerap and my favourite of all Pokemon theme songs - Pokemon: The Johto Journeys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-263b50111fded9fb" 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://v17.nonxt4.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D263b50111fded9fb%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331524889%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D4895391BE939EF58E6ADF94F8F5279B397BDEBA0.38D70B8EF00F8F6BEF3A09AD4FC9DD26A5D87716%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D263b50111fded9fb%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3D8QP6KP4DiYlbVK_AeP6_LMOiYpk&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://v17.nonxt4.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D263b50111fded9fb%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331524889%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D4895391BE939EF58E6ADF94F8F5279B397BDEBA0.38D70B8EF00F8F6BEF3A09AD4FC9DD26A5D87716%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D263b50111fded9fb%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3D8QP6KP4DiYlbVK_AeP6_LMOiYpk&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;At 2 minutes, I broke my keyboard desk thing (accident). The wheel that it rests on just broke.. its plastic, so I couldn't do much about it. It still slides out though. Cleaning out my tower was a bitch. So much dust. Even after cleaning it, I still got a bit of artifacts on my screen. I faced the fan in my room into the tower and it sort of worked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also... walking to the station today, I almost got stopped by those dudes who ask you to sign up to stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;Dude&lt;/span&gt;:  Hey buddy have you heard....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;Me&lt;/span&gt;: (interrupting, whilst continuing to walk away) I'm not 21!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;Dude&lt;/span&gt;: Oh you're not 21 yet? Cya later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thankyou.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then coming home from getting a haircut, waiting for the bus at Blacktown station, these Red Bull girls were giving away free Red Bull.. at Blacktown.. I know right.  So they were moving from bus stop to bus stop (since its at the bus station/bay place) and this bogan dude 3 bus stops down notices them giving away free drinks and so he yells "come over here, bitches! /bogan laugh".  I'd imagine a bogan laugh to be spelt HIYHAHAHAHEHUA.  Anyway, they came over my way, told them I got a haircut, told me they liked it, then gave me my free Red Bull.  Why couldn't it have been Vitamin Water?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kthx&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;rhy(horn)&lt;/span&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/6871731973395741703-932413565855309481?l=its-adrian.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://its-adrian.blogspot.com/feeds/932413565855309481/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6871731973395741703&amp;postID=932413565855309481&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6871731973395741703/posts/default/932413565855309481'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6871731973395741703/posts/default/932413565855309481'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://its-adrian.blogspot.com/2009/09/making-waves.html' title='Making Waves'/><author><name>Adrian C.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11606128147481601920</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PUSukbBvy6U/Ss2kh0sjAiI/AAAAAAAAAQo/b8QeOIHuvW8/s1600-R/rtp5dl.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6871731973395741703.post-3936210081163021116</id><published>2009-09-20T00:55:00.012+10:00</published><updated>2009-09-24T09:29:09.503+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Phase 5001: Decisions and the compu-nerd.</title><content type='html'>In the case of Woody or Buzz Lightyear - I chose Woody.  Won't ever changeee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;-------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Anyway, I've been looking at upgrading my current computer.  I looked online and it appears that most people upgrade within 2-3 years.  Criteria depends, but most do it for games, application workload, speed etc. How bout all of the above?   Originally I wanted a new video card, as my current one seems to be turning to crap - as if its starting to overheat.  But then if I upgrade that, everything else needs to be upgraded.  Newer, faster, quicker response time needed, therefore new CPU, therefore.. new motherboard, therefore, new power supply, therefore, new case.  My current recommended wishlist:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span class="wcrep2"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Mid-Range Multi-purpose Build:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span class="wcrep2"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;CPU&lt;/span&gt;:&lt;/span&gt; Intel Core i5 750 &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;" class="wcserif"&gt;&lt;span class="wcrep1"&gt;$268&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="wcrep2"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Motherboard&lt;/span&gt;:&lt;/span&gt; Gigabyte P55-UD3 &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;" class="wcserif"&gt;&lt;span class="wcrep1"&gt;$154&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="wcrep2"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;RAM&lt;/span&gt;:&lt;/span&gt; G.Skill 4GB DDR3-1333 &lt;span class="wcserif"&gt;&lt;span class="wcrep1"&gt;$109&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; (maybe DDR2)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="wcrep2"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;HDD&lt;/span&gt;:&lt;/span&gt; Seagate Barracuda 1TB &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;" class="wcserif"&gt;&lt;span class="wcrep1"&gt;$104&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; or Seagate Barracuda 500GB &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;" class="wcserif"&gt;&lt;span class="wcrep1"&gt;$62&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="wcrep2"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;GPU&lt;/span&gt;:&lt;/span&gt; HIS 1GB ATI Radeon HD4890 &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;" class="wcserif"&gt;&lt;span class="wcrep1"&gt;$239&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="wcrep2"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Case&lt;/span&gt;:&lt;/span&gt; Lian Li Lancool PC-K60 &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;" class="wcserif"&gt;&lt;span class="wcrep1"&gt;$125&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; or the Antec 300 &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;$99&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="wcrep2"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;PSU&lt;/span&gt;:&lt;/span&gt; Antec Earthwatts 500W &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;" class="wcserif"&gt;&lt;span class="wcrep1"&gt;$103&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;= ~$1,000&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Hopefully it'll last 5 years.  And if that's "Mid-Range".. then what the hells mine?  Super Low-range?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Intel Core 2 Duo E6300 @ 1.86GHz (stock, not OC'ed)&lt;br /&gt;2GB DDR2 RAM&lt;br /&gt;300GB HDD&lt;br /&gt;256MB 7600GT&lt;br /&gt;Antec Sonata II Silent ATX Case&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span class="wcserif"&gt;&lt;span class="wcrep1"&gt;The place where I got my current computer has prices that exceed those prices by $100 for some.  Pricey!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; MSY ftw.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span class="wcrep2"&gt;But seriously, running the system idle, with no applications eats over 50% of my RAM already, and the geek inside me wants to try &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Modern Warfare 2&lt;/span&gt; on something that looks decent.  Early Christmas? :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://koiaichaku.com/wp-content/uploads/2008/07/a-nerd.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 500px; height: 333px;" src="http://koiaichaku.com/wp-content/uploads/2008/07/a-nerd.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HE'S THE ANGRIEST GAMERRR YOU'VE EVER HEAARD&lt;br /&gt;..&lt;br /&gt;..&lt;br /&gt;HE'S TEH ANGRYY VIDEO GAME NERD.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What a funny-ass cool dude.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="wcrep2"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="wcrep2"&gt;-------------------&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="wcrep2"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In other news... Zoo w/ Wasaii.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PUSukbBvy6U/SrXzgwHM6_I/AAAAAAAAAQI/YhKHUWAFpKI/s1600-h/DSCN3672.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PUSukbBvy6U/SrXzgwHM6_I/AAAAAAAAAQI/YhKHUWAFpKI/s400/DSCN3672.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5383476673587768306" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Sleeping on a bear (yes he was real...).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PUSukbBvy6U/SrXzgVn31YI/AAAAAAAAAQA/KpStOkRLYbo/s1600-h/DSCN3602.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PUSukbBvy6U/SrXzgVn31YI/AAAAAAAAAQA/KpStOkRLYbo/s400/DSCN3602.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5383476666477041026" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Leopard Seals love to show off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PUSukbBvy6U/SrXzfjd1rsI/AAAAAAAAAP4/MupuHvMTnXo/s1600-h/DSCN3713.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PUSukbBvy6U/SrXzfjd1rsI/AAAAAAAAAP4/MupuHvMTnXo/s400/DSCN3713.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5383476653013184194" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Okay.. this emu wouldn't leave us alone.. so.. I just let it peck away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PUSukbBvy6U/SrXzfJ2dsMI/AAAAAAAAAPw/Q249CWGqiHc/s1600-h/DSCN3583.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PUSukbBvy6U/SrXzfJ2dsMI/AAAAAAAAAPw/Q249CWGqiHc/s400/DSCN3583.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5383476646137147586" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PUSukbBvy6U/SrXzes0fPXI/AAAAAAAAAPo/LOI_2qrDmyc/s1600-h/DSCN3638.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PUSukbBvy6U/SrXzes0fPXI/AAAAAAAAAPo/LOI_2qrDmyc/s400/DSCN3638.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5383476638344232306" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I wish Brownie could do tricks like that.  I'll teach him one day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="wcrep2"&gt;kthx&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;(MS)Y&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/6871731973395741703-3936210081163021116?l=its-adrian.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://its-adrian.blogspot.com/feeds/3936210081163021116/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6871731973395741703&amp;postID=3936210081163021116&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6871731973395741703/posts/default/3936210081163021116'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6871731973395741703/posts/default/3936210081163021116'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://its-adrian.blogspot.com/2009/09/phase-5001-decisions-and-compu-nerd.html' title='Phase 5001: Decisions and the compu-nerd.'/><author><name>Adrian C.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11606128147481601920</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PUSukbBvy6U/Ss2kh0sjAiI/AAAAAAAAAQo/b8QeOIHuvW8/s1600-R/rtp5dl.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PUSukbBvy6U/SrXzgwHM6_I/AAAAAAAAAQI/YhKHUWAFpKI/s72-c/DSCN3672.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6871731973395741703.post-1924292353581578734</id><published>2009-09-08T22:54:00.003+10:00</published><updated>2009-09-11T00:01:39.726+10:00</updated><title type='text'>I Can't Help It</title><content type='html'>You know we kill it teamed up.  I'm as myself as I can be when you're in the air. It's comfortable here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;New banner.  Slightly changed.  Mehhh. "SEND THE SMS THIS WEEK". LOL.  Okay, enough being silly.  You can make out some of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just got home from some intense programming with &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Jasmine&lt;/span&gt;, the screamer of unnecessary things on the train. It was &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;intense&lt;/span&gt;, that she started to &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;cry&lt;/span&gt;. I really hope I get it done. :( Anyway, enough about uni because I dread that word.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;A Night in Fantasia 09&lt;/span&gt; is in just over 2 weeks. Arghh I'm excited for it! &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; Play! A Videogame Symphony&lt;/span&gt; was bloody amazing.  It literally sent shivers up my spine to hear such awesomeness rolled into one.  Looking forward to hearing the epic MGS score again, on top of other ones I'm looking forward to. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos-g.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc1/hs226.snc1/7323_151196485379_46560525379_4072398_3889151_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 427px; height: 604px;" src="http://photos-g.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc1/hs226.snc1/7323_151196485379_46560525379_4072398_3889151_n.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Eminence = win.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;----------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Also, lately I've begun a Pokemon project with &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Mel&lt;/span&gt;.  This involves us attempting to draw the original 150 Pokemon.  I think its quite fun, I love her drawings, they're so good.  And well.. mine are just a pile of burning unicorn ass hair.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos-a.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc1/hs224.snc1/7116_143733306693_714726693_3428592_6571236_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 510px; height: 276px;" src="http://photos-a.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc1/hs224.snc1/7116_143733306693_714726693_3428592_6571236_n.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/home.php?#/album.php?aid=139953&amp;amp;id=714726693&amp;amp;ref=mf"&gt;http://www.facebook.com/home.php?#/album.php?aid=139953&amp;amp;id=714726693&amp;amp;ref=mf&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;---------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Also, I tried this for the first time, its a bamboo charcoal bun.  It was tasty.  in the sense that I just imagined it was something else and not a giant lump of black/burnt peanut-looking bread.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://s3.amazonaws.com/twitpic/photos/large/28615804.jpg?AWSAccessKeyId=0ZRYP5X5F6FSMBCCSE82&amp;amp;Expires=1252592003&amp;amp;Signature=VvdRfjjtVrKMWAFrttqn8jaAVHU%3D"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 506px; height: 379px;" src="http://s3.amazonaws.com/twitpic/photos/large/28615804.jpg?AWSAccessKeyId=0ZRYP5X5F6FSMBCCSE82&amp;amp;Expires=1252592003&amp;amp;Signature=VvdRfjjtVrKMWAFrttqn8jaAVHU%3D" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;kthx&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;cry&lt;/span&gt;(?)&lt;br /&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/6871731973395741703-1924292353581578734?l=its-adrian.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://its-adrian.blogspot.com/feeds/1924292353581578734/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6871731973395741703&amp;postID=1924292353581578734&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6871731973395741703/posts/default/1924292353581578734'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6871731973395741703/posts/default/1924292353581578734'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://its-adrian.blogspot.com/2009/09/i-cant-help-it.html' title='I Can&apos;t Help It'/><author><name>Adrian C.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11606128147481601920</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PUSukbBvy6U/Ss2kh0sjAiI/AAAAAAAAAQo/b8QeOIHuvW8/s1600-R/rtp5dl.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6871731973395741703.post-1765671102016362292</id><published>2009-08-30T11:34:00.002+10:00</published><updated>2009-08-30T19:46:58.395+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Chinese Hickey Doctor at the Garden Buffet</title><content type='html'>Random banner is random.  I think every few days (ok who am I kidding, maybe weeks) more of the banner will be lifted open. Hahaha.  Or not.  Anyway... since it was suggested we blog about it.. here is my take on last Thursday...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;----&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last Thursday was the day another teenager (term used loosely) bit the dust and found themselves in the ranks of the 20 year olds. It never actually hits you, and you do feel a degree of denial because if anything, the teenager years define the most awesome times of your life (minus the whole school thing). It was &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Lenny&lt;/span&gt;'s 20th birthday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, the day start at around 10:00am when &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Lenny &lt;/span&gt;came to pick me up to go to Blacktown station. I shouted him his train ticket (bar 60c) and then we preceeded to catch the train to Wynyard. We had some Taboo games for the whole trip, and along the way &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Jasmine &lt;/span&gt;calls to ask about &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Lennys &lt;/span&gt;present. I think i did a pretty good job of trying to keep the convo subject subtle since &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Lenny &lt;/span&gt;was sitting right next to me. We reached Wynyard to meet up with &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Jasmine&lt;/span&gt;, then business &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Tim &lt;/span&gt;came shortly after from work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For lunch we ate at the Altitude Restaurant at the Shangri La Hotel. The actual restaurant was situated on the 36th floor, which was actually the highest you could go and the view was ama-za-zing. The food was equally as nice. They had a range of seafood and meats as well as chocolate fondu and other assorted desserts that I dug my teeth into. During the meal, I must've ate the most mushroom I've ever eaten in one go. Took 1 glass of water to wash it down but it was worth it.&lt;br /&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/_PUSukbBvy6U/SpoXi-kLMVI/AAAAAAAAAOg/6FDevxr7Loo/s1600-h/6010_127510086980_733026980_2860370_1515655_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PUSukbBvy6U/SpoXi-kLMVI/AAAAAAAAAOg/6FDevxr7Loo/s400/6010_127510086980_733026980_2860370_1515655_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5375634994897826130" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PUSukbBvy6U/SpoXjHz-M3I/AAAAAAAAAOo/IIYJrmZKcOk/s1600-h/6010_127510161980_733026980_2860383_2798293_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PUSukbBvy6U/SpoXjHz-M3I/AAAAAAAAAOo/IIYJrmZKcOk/s400/6010_127510161980_733026980_2860383_2798293_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5375634997380002674" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PUSukbBvy6U/SpoXjvM7hLI/AAAAAAAAAOw/geBYNz4HKf0/s1600-h/6010_127510176980_733026980_2860385_7405509_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PUSukbBvy6U/SpoXjvM7hLI/AAAAAAAAAOw/geBYNz4HKf0/s400/6010_127510176980_733026980_2860385_7405509_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5375635007953667250" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The view from the top floor&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PUSukbBvy6U/SpoXkNk__ZI/AAAAAAAAAO4/2WTzQ4Lcm4c/s1600-h/6010_127510206980_733026980_2860391_607818_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PUSukbBvy6U/SpoXkNk__ZI/AAAAAAAAAO4/2WTzQ4Lcm4c/s400/6010_127510206980_733026980_2860391_607818_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5375635016107687314" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Walking to Botannical Gardens via Opera House way!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PUSukbBvy6U/SpoYG9VAxoI/AAAAAAAAAPI/Ixcgghxqo-Y/s1600-h/6010_127510201980_733026980_2860390_1119450_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PUSukbBvy6U/SpoYG9VAxoI/AAAAAAAAAPI/Ixcgghxqo-Y/s400/6010_127510201980_733026980_2860390_1119450_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5375635613041084034" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Towards the end of the lunch, we handed over his present from General Pants then took some photos. The restaurant staff also came out with a little surprise of their own and brought out two cupcakes with candles and sang happy birthday. That was not planned either, but they must've heard us sing happy birthday and so decided to bring that out. Would've been funny if we were singing that for fun on another day, and they came out to sing that. :] lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that we headed to Botanic Gardens to go and relax for a bit before leaving. Said goodbye to &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Tim &lt;/span&gt;at central then headed back to &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Jasmines &lt;/span&gt;house for some strawberry cheesecake. It was delicious/scrumdidlyumptious. Got dropped home after that and finished off my assignment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11 pages of awesomeness, and 1 day of celebration.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kthx&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;hai(2u)&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/6871731973395741703-1765671102016362292?l=its-adrian.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://its-adrian.blogspot.com/feeds/1765671102016362292/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6871731973395741703&amp;postID=1765671102016362292&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6871731973395741703/posts/default/1765671102016362292'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6871731973395741703/posts/default/1765671102016362292'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://its-adrian.blogspot.com/2009/08/chinese-hickey-doctor-at-garden-buffet.html' title='Chinese Hickey Doctor at the Garden Buffet'/><author><name>Adrian C.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11606128147481601920</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PUSukbBvy6U/Ss2kh0sjAiI/AAAAAAAAAQo/b8QeOIHuvW8/s1600-R/rtp5dl.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PUSukbBvy6U/SpoXi-kLMVI/AAAAAAAAAOg/6FDevxr7Loo/s72-c/6010_127510086980_733026980_2860370_1515655_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6871731973395741703.post-4969034241166215107</id><published>2009-08-21T19:20:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2009-08-22T11:18:57.757+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Weekly Dosage of Things</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Sunday&lt;/span&gt;:  Park with &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Jasmine&lt;/span&gt;, weather was awesome, so took that opportunity to go snack on junk food.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Monday&lt;/span&gt;: Uni, typical day, boring lecture (and lecturer, I should add).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Tuesday&lt;/span&gt;:  Uni, plans failed to watch the 7pm session of District 9, so &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Shirley&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Lenny &lt;/span&gt;and I played a game of bowling, then ate at Panarotti's, then caught the 9:30 session.   The movie was amazing.  Peter Jackson = winner.  5 thumbs up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Wednesday&lt;/span&gt;:  Uni, ate my Maltesers. UTS vs UNSW dance comp, bought A Night in Fantasia 2009 tickets with &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Ada &lt;/span&gt;and &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Lenny&lt;/span&gt;.  (woo! Can't wait :))  Went gym that night with &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Lenny&lt;/span&gt;, arms just shutdown so quickly.  NTS:  Don't sleep before leaving.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Thursday&lt;/span&gt;:  Took advantage of the weather so went to Darling Harbour by myself to study whilst I wait for &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Jasmine &lt;/span&gt;to get out of class.  Went to Parra when she got out, shopped and ate at Criniti's.  She's right, their Risotto is freakin' awesome (minus the mushrooms that I extracted from my food). :)  The meatballs were tasty too haha. $45 well spent.  Saw &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Gabby&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Christine &lt;/span&gt;and &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Christian &lt;/span&gt;on the train and got dropped by &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Christian&lt;/span&gt;.  The pictures below don't do it justice, they appear darker than it seemed.  It was so bright.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PUSukbBvy6U/So1lI7CpFcI/AAAAAAAAAOI/h030Z4BzsPo/s1600-h/20082009%28001%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PUSukbBvy6U/So1lI7CpFcI/AAAAAAAAAOI/h030Z4BzsPo/s400/20082009%28001%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5372061134485001666" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PUSukbBvy6U/So1lJVtigLI/AAAAAAAAAOQ/XWMwMD_XQTs/s1600-h/20082009%28002%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PUSukbBvy6U/So1lJVtigLI/AAAAAAAAAOQ/XWMwMD_XQTs/s400/20082009%28002%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5372061141644247218" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PUSukbBvy6U/So1lJpzRrwI/AAAAAAAAAOY/OclhZkXa26o/s1600-h/20082009.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PUSukbBvy6U/So1lJpzRrwI/AAAAAAAAAOY/OclhZkXa26o/s400/20082009.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5372061147037019906" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Friday:&lt;/span&gt;  Stayed at home and went to Blacktown, bought my Ash Ketchum hat, Jelli came over at night to help her with her project.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kthx&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;swi(ne)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;"A beautiful girl can make you dizzy, like you've been drinking Jack and Coke all morning. She can make you feel high full of the single greatest commodity known to man - promise. Promise of a better day. Promise of a greater hope. Promise of a new tomorrow. This particular aura can be found in the gait of a beautiful girl. In her smile, in her soul, the way she makes every rotten little thing about life seem like it's going to be okay.&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;" - Beautiful Girls (1996) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;/ &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"Great Romances of the 20th Century" by Taking Back Sunday&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/6871731973395741703-4969034241166215107?l=its-adrian.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://its-adrian.blogspot.com/feeds/4969034241166215107/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6871731973395741703&amp;postID=4969034241166215107&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6871731973395741703/posts/default/4969034241166215107'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6871731973395741703/posts/default/4969034241166215107'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://its-adrian.blogspot.com/2009/08/weekly-dosage-of-things.html' title='Weekly Dosage of Things'/><author><name>Adrian C.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11606128147481601920</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PUSukbBvy6U/Ss2kh0sjAiI/AAAAAAAAAQo/b8QeOIHuvW8/s1600-R/rtp5dl.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PUSukbBvy6U/So1lI7CpFcI/AAAAAAAAAOI/h030Z4BzsPo/s72-c/20082009%28001%29.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6871731973395741703.post-5289551528915631549</id><published>2009-08-16T18:00:00.005+10:00</published><updated>2009-08-16T22:38:46.066+10:00</updated><title type='text'>hambigyouittee</title><content type='html'>Hey.. heyy.. heyyy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;guess what?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kthx&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;pry&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS.  "Fair" by Remy Zero and "Falling Awake" by Gary Jules = best songs I can relax to right now.  Best songs I can call contemplative music.  Throw some this way.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6871731973395741703-5289551528915631549?l=its-adrian.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://its-adrian.blogspot.com/feeds/5289551528915631549/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6871731973395741703&amp;postID=5289551528915631549&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6871731973395741703/posts/default/5289551528915631549'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6871731973395741703/posts/default/5289551528915631549'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://its-adrian.blogspot.com/2009/08/meesteareeyes.html' title='hambigyouittee'/><author><name>Adrian C.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11606128147481601920</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PUSukbBvy6U/Ss2kh0sjAiI/AAAAAAAAAQo/b8QeOIHuvW8/s1600-R/rtp5dl.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6871731973395741703.post-7439110968765957724</id><published>2009-08-13T11:01:00.004+10:00</published><updated>2009-08-16T00:03:50.289+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Take Me Back</title><content type='html'>Twenty-&lt;s&gt;three&lt;/s&gt; and invincible&lt;br /&gt;Got the world figured out&lt;br /&gt;And the bird on my shoulder told me,&lt;br /&gt;"Everything's gon' be alright (woah-oh)&lt;br /&gt;and that means everything gon' be alright"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kthx&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;bye&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;PS. I'd like to meet this bird&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;, &lt;/span&gt;tell it I'm a bit slow, then maybe feed it some bird seeds from my pocket with the hole at the bottom.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Addicted to playing the game.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&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/6871731973395741703-7439110968765957724?l=its-adrian.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://its-adrian.blogspot.com/feeds/7439110968765957724/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6871731973395741703&amp;postID=7439110968765957724&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6871731973395741703/posts/default/7439110968765957724'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6871731973395741703/posts/default/7439110968765957724'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://its-adrian.blogspot.com/2009/08/take-me-back.html' title='Take Me Back'/><author><name>Adrian C.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11606128147481601920</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PUSukbBvy6U/Ss2kh0sjAiI/AAAAAAAAAQo/b8QeOIHuvW8/s1600-R/rtp5dl.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6871731973395741703.post-8109974501822880502</id><published>2009-08-08T09:26:00.008+10:00</published><updated>2009-08-09T01:02:24.350+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Flying off the Grounds of Uncertainty</title><content type='html'>I had a meaningful entry drafted about failing plans/planning but I think I'll save that for later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;--------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;New blog banner.  One I actually didn't make (except for just adding the text), and its from the &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=kWyNYxGZonI"&gt;trailer&lt;/a&gt; of Peter Jackson's adaptation of the best-selling novel by Alice Sebold, The Lovely Bones.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I haven't read the book but damn, it looks amazing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, was at uni yesterday to do some study and make some inquiries about my enrollment. :)  I got much study done.  Met up with &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Lenny&lt;/span&gt;, who was with &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Derrick&lt;/span&gt;, who were both writing their letters to the Dean.  Their case is dragging on for too long, so good luck to them. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; James &lt;/span&gt;and &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Thien &lt;/span&gt;came soon after and we just chilled in the labs till they left for the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Start of the Semester&lt;/span&gt; party.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One thing that we played was a brain game on Facebook, appropriately titled &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"The Brain Game"&lt;/span&gt;.  It addresses the way we process visual information in order to create a visual model of the world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the image that had me frustrated &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;to the tip&lt;/span&gt; because I &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;couldn't&lt;/span&gt; get it to spin the other way as the other guys could.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Right vs Left Brain - Which way is the girl spinning?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i28.tinypic.com/qps9q9.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://i28.tinypic.com/qps9q9.gif" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What this actually is, is a two-dimensional image just moving back and forth, but our brains interpret it as a three-dimensional model, hence why some people can see it going anti-clockwise, others - clockwise (Yes, I did my research).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Left Brain&lt;/span&gt; people see it going anti-clockwise, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Right Brain&lt;/span&gt; thinkers see clockwise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Thien&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;James &lt;/span&gt;and &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Lenny &lt;/span&gt;could see it going both directions, except they had no control over it. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;MINE JUST KEPT SPINNING CLOCKWISE&lt;/span&gt;.... so unless they were just bs-ing me ... then I'm a heavy right brain user. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I looked up the differences and here they were:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;RIGHT BRAIN FUNCTIONS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;uses feeling&lt;br /&gt;“big picture” oriented&lt;br /&gt;imagination rules&lt;br /&gt;symbols and images&lt;br /&gt;present and future&lt;br /&gt;philosophy &amp;amp; religion&lt;br /&gt;can “get it” (i.e. meaning)&lt;br /&gt;believes&lt;br /&gt;appreciates&lt;br /&gt;spatial perception&lt;br /&gt;knows object function&lt;br /&gt;fantasy based&lt;br /&gt;presents possibilities&lt;br /&gt;impetuous&lt;br /&gt;risk taking&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;LEFT BRAIN FUNCTIONS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;uses logic&lt;br /&gt;detail oriented&lt;br /&gt;facts rule&lt;br /&gt;words and language&lt;br /&gt;present and past&lt;br /&gt;math and science&lt;br /&gt;can comprehend&lt;br /&gt;knowing&lt;br /&gt;acknowledges&lt;br /&gt;order/pattern perception&lt;br /&gt;knows object name&lt;br /&gt;reality based&lt;br /&gt;forms strategies&lt;br /&gt;practical&lt;br /&gt;safe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There it is, the last two definitely acknowledge the differences.  &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Although, this image isn't a justifiable test &lt;/span&gt;to actually identify your personality (obviously). It really just describes how we approach the image and subconsciously break it down.  Its a fun game though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After all that, had Pizza Hut buffet (again!) at George St then headed home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;EDIT&lt;/span&gt;:  I worked it out.  If you were stuck in clockwise-world like I was, just look at the reflection at the bottom.  Her foot sticking out makes it look like shes going anti-clockwise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kthx&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;righ(tbrained)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6871731973395741703-8109974501822880502?l=its-adrian.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://its-adrian.blogspot.com/feeds/8109974501822880502/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6871731973395741703&amp;postID=8109974501822880502&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6871731973395741703/posts/default/8109974501822880502'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6871731973395741703/posts/default/8109974501822880502'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://its-adrian.blogspot.com/2009/08/flying-off-grounds-of-uncertainty.html' title='Flying off the Grounds of Uncertainty'/><author><name>Adrian C.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11606128147481601920</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PUSukbBvy6U/Ss2kh0sjAiI/AAAAAAAAAQo/b8QeOIHuvW8/s1600-R/rtp5dl.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i28.tinypic.com/qps9q9_th.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6871731973395741703.post-6343219176794537188</id><published>2009-07-30T19:06:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2009-07-31T13:33:21.595+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Draw My Thing</title><content type='html'>Depressing to hear, but I can't grasp the fact uni has started.  Not ready.  I need to get myself in the mood.  I don't know how .. but maybe after the coming weeks, I'll be init(2winit).  Subjects I'm undertaking this semester:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Applications Programming&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Network Design&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;International Marketing Analysis &amp;amp; Strategy &lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;Applications - I'm happy I'm with friends in that, same with International Marketing, although not in the same class as anyone in the latter.  Network Design... I don't even know WHAT to expect. So I'll see how I go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Watched Ice Age 3 with the &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Jobo&lt;/span&gt;.  It was either that, or Hannah Montanna Movie.  Tempting, although we stuck with Ice Age 3.  There were quite a few scenes that made me chuckle, in particular the laughing gas/helium scene.  Loved it.  Not quite as good as the first one, but definitely better than the 2nd movie.  I took home the 3D glasses and tried to find video clips where I could use it.  They're so useless because apparently you need a Real-D screen, or whatever.  I wannna put them to use!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, lately I've been watching Gossip Girl (to which I have now finally finished) and playing this awesome game called &lt;a href="http://www.omgpop.com/#/arcade/gamelobby/drawmything"&gt;Draw My Thing&lt;/a&gt;.  Its basically like pictionary.  You meet some pretty cool/funny people and the games are a lot of fun. :)  Its just interesting to see how peopel interpret some words, or drawings rather.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PUSukbBvy6U/SnBOLfLxfiI/AAAAAAAAAN4/J7429T5sWCY/s1600-h/drawmything.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 279px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PUSukbBvy6U/SnBOLfLxfiI/AAAAAAAAAN4/J7429T5sWCY/s400/drawmything.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363873115454668322" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;This was the drawing someone drew... can you guess what it is?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PUSukbBvy6U/SnBM_D6YwTI/AAAAAAAAANQ/w7NlMb7-bbw/s1600-h/harry1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 238px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PUSukbBvy6U/SnBM_D6YwTI/AAAAAAAAANQ/w7NlMb7-bbw/s400/harry1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363871802463928626" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This is meant to be &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Harry Potter&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Also saw that last Wednesday.  Dumbledores gay remarks = full of funny.  Overall the movie was great, but not as great as everyone says in comparison to the other movies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;kthx&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;try&lt;/span&gt;(again next time)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6871731973395741703-6343219176794537188?l=its-adrian.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://its-adrian.blogspot.com/feeds/6343219176794537188/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6871731973395741703&amp;postID=6343219176794537188&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6871731973395741703/posts/default/6343219176794537188'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6871731973395741703/posts/default/6343219176794537188'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://its-adrian.blogspot.com/2009/07/draw-my-thing.html' title='Draw My Thing'/><author><name>Adrian C.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11606128147481601920</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PUSukbBvy6U/Ss2kh0sjAiI/AAAAAAAAAQo/b8QeOIHuvW8/s1600-R/rtp5dl.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PUSukbBvy6U/SnBOLfLxfiI/AAAAAAAAAN4/J7429T5sWCY/s72-c/drawmything.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6871731973395741703.post-2182127011844993925</id><published>2009-07-29T21:11:00.004+10:00</published><updated>2009-07-29T21:42:38.170+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Public Post</title><content type='html'>/walk up to Planet Ark chick&lt;br /&gt;"YES. I'M INTERESTED :)"&lt;br /&gt;"Oh! You wanna save some trees?"&lt;br /&gt;"... ? Save some what now?"&lt;br /&gt;"Oh hahah! You so funnay!! How bout you.. fill in the details here..."&lt;br /&gt;"Oh.. but I have class... I..."&lt;br /&gt;"... for me?"&lt;br /&gt;"No. But I could offer you some!"&lt;br /&gt;"Okay asshole."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back to reality.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6871731973395741703-2182127011844993925?l=its-adrian.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://its-adrian.blogspot.com/feeds/2182127011844993925/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6871731973395741703&amp;postID=2182127011844993925&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6871731973395741703/posts/default/2182127011844993925'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6871731973395741703/posts/default/2182127011844993925'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://its-adrian.blogspot.com/2009/07/public-post.html' title='Public Post'/><author><name>Adrian C.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11606128147481601920</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PUSukbBvy6U/Ss2kh0sjAiI/AAAAAAAAAQo/b8QeOIHuvW8/s1600-R/rtp5dl.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6871731973395741703.post-1556928272505857600</id><published>2009-07-22T21:31:00.004+10:00</published><updated>2009-07-22T22:13:42.488+10:00</updated><title type='text'>"You Effing Hoe!"</title><content type='html'>Today must have been the most random, and nostalgic days ... this week.  I see a lot of bogans catching my bus every now and then, and more specifically at Blacktown.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went to Parra today to catch up with &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Jelli &lt;/span&gt;and since it was an awesome day out, we decided to take a walk along Church St.  Along the way I got stopped by a GreenPeace supporter (&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Jelli&lt;/span&gt;, don't think I didn't notice you hurry off as soon as he approached me), and he asked for "10 seconds of my time".  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PUSukbBvy6U/SmcB-2-_clI/AAAAAAAAANI/n8Lmw8QBg7Y/s1600-h/profile_img1_greenpeace.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 260px; height: 370px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PUSukbBvy6U/SmcB-2-_clI/AAAAAAAAANI/n8Lmw8QBg7Y/s400/profile_img1_greenpeace.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5361256060831101522" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;So then our convo went like this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;GreenPeace dude&lt;/span&gt;: Excuse me buddy, can I borrow some of your time? It'll only be &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;10 seconds.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;Me&lt;/span&gt;:  Oh really?  Um.. sorry but..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;GreenPeace dude&lt;/span&gt;: (interupting) C'mon, it'll only be &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;20 seconds&lt;/span&gt;, I'll just ask you a few things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(me noticing him changing from 10 seconds to 20)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;Me&lt;/span&gt;:  Uhh.. ok I'm timing you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;GreenPeace dude&lt;/span&gt;: (laughs) You're timing me? Ok.  (fiddles with his watch) How many whales are killed in Japan every year?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;Me&lt;/span&gt;:  Um.. 100...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;GreenPeace dude&lt;/span&gt;: Thousands, thousands are killed.  How many are processed and stored in.. (something - forgot what he said)?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;Me&lt;/span&gt;:  Um... a thousand..?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;GreenPeace dude&lt;/span&gt;:  2000... close enough. Now how many do you think are stored in Jumbo jets for importing? (something like that)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;Me&lt;/span&gt;:  Um.. 5!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;GreenPeace dude&lt;/span&gt;: 12! I'll give you that..  (flips notepad) Now what can you do to help this situation?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;Me&lt;/span&gt;:  Umm... I don't know..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;GreenPeace dude&lt;/span&gt;: :) Join GreenPeace&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NOW I NOTICE HIS SIGN UP SHEET.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;Me&lt;/span&gt;:  Oh, uh we've gotta be somewhere at the moment, we're going to the.. uh... theatre... to watch a show...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;GreenPeace dud&lt;/span&gt;e:  Oh thats okay! I'll walk with you :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;Me&lt;/span&gt;: Oh you don't wanna do thaaaat, its a bit far.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;GreenPeace dude&lt;/span&gt;: Yes I do, I'll walk with you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I walk off, and he's walking with us (persistent guy).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;Me&lt;/span&gt;:  lol umm..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;GreenPeace dude&lt;/span&gt;:  Haha so how old are you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;Me&lt;/span&gt;:  Oh, yeah 20&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;GreenPeace dude&lt;/span&gt;: Haha okay.. um close enough...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;Me&lt;/span&gt;: Yeah you gotta be 21 for that don't you? Hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At this point he gave up.  The proper thing to do would have been to ask my age BEFORE giving me a whale quiz.  Although it was a bit fun... if I was playing for candy or something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that, we walked on to the spot along Church St (with all the shops, near the library), near the fountain, where people can perform music.  A dude with a guitar and pre-programmed drum beats was playing, so we sat down.  Immediately, we noticed the presence of &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;bogans &lt;/span&gt;singing along to his songs.  They were freaking me out, seriously.  This 50 year old one just starting &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;headbanging like crazy&lt;/span&gt; yelling out the lyrics.  Another one in front of us was singing along to it, with a beer in her hand, and she randomly yelled out "YOU EFFING HOE".  Jelli and I were like wtf... then an asian family sits next to them with a toddler sitting next to the bogan... she grabs the toddlers right hand and starts making her dance, she kisses her hand for some reason and then proceeds to puppet the poor child.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The guy performing then changes songs, and a random old asian man who had been sitting there quietly for some time, suddenly &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;gets up and dances&lt;/span&gt;.  LMAO  He had all the moves, it was so hilarious I wish i recorded it all.  :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, after that we headed to Oporto's to eat, and their CD playing in the background was so frekaing awesome. 9/10.  &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;It was ALL songs from the 80's and 90's&lt;/span&gt;!  Savage Garden, N'Sync, Boyzone, Michael Learns to Rock, Richard Marx, Ronan Keating, Starship.... we sat in Oporto for close to 2 hours just catching up with that playing in the background. It was great. It brought back memories of the 90's.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PUSukbBvy6U/SmcBkZXfHtI/AAAAAAAAANA/k3WnokcC5m0/s1600-h/gameboy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PUSukbBvy6U/SmcBkZXfHtI/AAAAAAAAANA/k3WnokcC5m0/s400/gameboy.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5361255606204178130" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The past few days have had perfect weather, I'm so glad I didn't start uni this week. Botannical Gardens was awesome with Jason, Billy and Jasmine.  Relaxing there.  Just chilled and played card games and had a running race with Billy - to which I lost.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kthx&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;sky&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6871731973395741703-1556928272505857600?l=its-adrian.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://its-adrian.blogspot.com/feeds/1556928272505857600/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6871731973395741703&amp;postID=1556928272505857600&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6871731973395741703/posts/default/1556928272505857600'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6871731973395741703/posts/default/1556928272505857600'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://its-adrian.blogspot.com/2009/07/you-effing-hoe.html' title='&quot;You Effing Hoe!&quot;'/><author><name>Adrian C.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11606128147481601920</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PUSukbBvy6U/Ss2kh0sjAiI/AAAAAAAAAQo/b8QeOIHuvW8/s1600-R/rtp5dl.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PUSukbBvy6U/SmcB-2-_clI/AAAAAAAAANI/n8Lmw8QBg7Y/s72-c/profile_img1_greenpeace.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6871731973395741703.post-6436466860445616791</id><published>2009-07-19T14:09:00.002+10:00</published><updated>2009-07-19T14:52:18.457+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Celebrating the Night</title><content type='html'>It was Wendy's 19th birthday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Travelled to woop woop (Yagoona) for the first time, and got picked up by Thien (with Huy, Tony, and Kathy) to be dropped off at her house.  I don't remember much, and I don't think I've made such a &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;mess&lt;/span&gt; before.. so.. thanks to Tony, Wendy, Maria, Gordon, Thien, Kathy, and whoever else for putting up with it all.. lolll (and in the car).. but anyway:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Playing Wii (omg hilarious moments were had with Mario Party)&lt;br /&gt;- Shots&lt;br /&gt;- Pizza&lt;br /&gt;- Comforting&lt;br /&gt;- Alcohol-induced ... pizza ...&lt;br /&gt;- Home timeeeee (NTS: Pay Thien)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the meantime.... Michael Jackson &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;themed &lt;/span&gt;party tonight! And all I have atm is the glove.. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ouimerci&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;au revoir&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6871731973395741703-6436466860445616791?l=its-adrian.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://its-adrian.blogspot.com/feeds/6436466860445616791/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6871731973395741703&amp;postID=6436466860445616791&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6871731973395741703/posts/default/6436466860445616791'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6871731973395741703/posts/default/6436466860445616791'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://its-adrian.blogspot.com/2009/07/celebrating-night.html' title='Celebrating the Night'/><author><name>Adrian C.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11606128147481601920</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PUSukbBvy6U/Ss2kh0sjAiI/AAAAAAAAAQo/b8QeOIHuvW8/s1600-R/rtp5dl.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6871731973395741703.post-7917636428776122939</id><published>2009-07-13T15:07:00.003+10:00</published><updated>2009-07-13T22:32:43.640+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Welcome To The Family</title><content type='html'>St Patrick's Primary School Reunion&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So its been organised for a while now, and it finally came - the third reunion held by the &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;St Pats&lt;/span&gt; kids.  First one was at Bondi during the HSC, second was at &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Pjay&lt;/span&gt;'s house (where only the asians came) and now this, more successful one, was held at &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Adam&lt;/span&gt;'s house. My voice was still sort of gone (or as &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Jasmine &lt;/span&gt;would say - still going through puberty) so I got a few "what's wrong with your voice?" questions throughout the night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, it was effing fantastic to see everyone there, especially the faces that I haven't seen for 9 years!  I'm surprised at how much we've all grown up and its something I definitely cherish.  First batch of people that came were the asians, haha, which was unsurprising, but as the night progressed, more and more of us came and the numbers increased.   I came and &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Mrs. Jones&lt;/span&gt; (&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Adams &lt;/span&gt;mum) came out and recognised me, because I used to live near him, and also brought out the class photos.  Plenty of laughs and reminiscing was being had between the different groups there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PUSukbBvy6U/SlrS_h5f1rI/AAAAAAAAALg/jPjegYktrjc/s1600-h/5891_109214671820_571351820_2671464_4139388_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PUSukbBvy6U/SlrS_h5f1rI/AAAAAAAAALg/jPjegYktrjc/s400/5891_109214671820_571351820_2671464_4139388_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357826695583749810" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Year 6 Class of 2000&lt;/span&gt;! Well almost half of us...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Biggest improvement for me to see was &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Connie&lt;/span&gt;, who had came into Year 5 not knowing a WORD of english (having just come from China), we were there to take her through Year 6 too, to help teach her english. One of us managed to bump into her and invite her along.  When I spoke to her, her english had improved by mountains.  It was amazing, and typically, like a lot of my Chinese friends who moved here - she also had the smarts. Haha.  Biggest appearance change would be &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Adam&lt;/span&gt;, the host, himself.  Dreadlocks and facial hair.  Everyone else seemed pretty much recognisable, except throughout the night people were occasionally guessing some of the other filo guys to be me.  They'd approach them and be like "&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;.. Adrian?!&lt;/span&gt;"  Then they'd point to me. Hahah.  Some people came from the Central Coast to make it so i was surprised at the effort they made to come down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Talking to everyone was not awkward at all, we all had stories to tell and we were having fun and joking around as we usually would, I can't wait for the next one!  I loved hanging out with them.  Eventually the night slowly came to its end and people began to leave.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Left around with 1.30 with &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Ijhay &lt;/span&gt;to drop &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Connie &lt;/span&gt;home, then I got dropped home.  Overall I thought it was great seeing everyone again, we had too much fun that the next one is already in talks. Hahah.  A cruise has been suggested, and we're prolly thinking of getting in touch with some old teachers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a style="font-weight: bold;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PUSukbBvy6U/SlrSMuT-FnI/AAAAAAAAAKg/qa7PCiZEM6o/s1600-h/5891_109211526820_571351820_2671282_97112_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PUSukbBvy6U/SlrSMuT-FnI/AAAAAAAAAKg/qa7PCiZEM6o/s400/5891_109211526820_571351820_2671282_97112_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357825822742681202" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Connie, Ivette, Pj, Maggie&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PUSukbBvy6U/SlrSM5DSNrI/AAAAAAAAAKo/_5sVOlf8OYI/s1600-h/5891_109211796820_571351820_2671331_7396842_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PUSukbBvy6U/SlrSM5DSNrI/AAAAAAAAAKo/_5sVOlf8OYI/s400/5891_109211796820_571351820_2671331_7396842_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357825825625487026" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PUSukbBvy6U/SlrSNCnkv4I/AAAAAAAAAKw/0rPVKfvxTwY/s1600-h/5891_109211816820_571351820_2671334_6582354_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PUSukbBvy6U/SlrSNCnkv4I/AAAAAAAAAKw/0rPVKfvxTwY/s400/5891_109211816820_571351820_2671334_6582354_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357825828193615746" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Yumyum, pizza.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PUSukbBvy6U/SlrSNV5RHnI/AAAAAAAAAK4/rxbatbqf-KA/s1600-h/5891_109211886820_571351820_2671346_8088863_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PUSukbBvy6U/SlrSNV5RHnI/AAAAAAAAAK4/rxbatbqf-KA/s400/5891_109211886820_571351820_2671346_8088863_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357825833368100466" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The 3 close friends in Primary school&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PUSukbBvy6U/SlrSNtu40NI/AAAAAAAAALA/nhsT-204uF8/s1600-h/5891_109214476820_571351820_2671429_6351342_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PUSukbBvy6U/SlrSNtu40NI/AAAAAAAAALA/nhsT-204uF8/s400/5891_109214476820_571351820_2671429_6351342_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357825839767015634" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Our Year 6 Graduation Shirt! LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PUSukbBvy6U/SlrqQYU18sI/AAAAAAAAAM4/a_MWkiS3Mvs/s1600-h/IMG_1144.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PUSukbBvy6U/SlrqQYU18sI/AAAAAAAAAM4/a_MWkiS3Mvs/s400/IMG_1144.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357852273839305410" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;LOLOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PUSukbBvy6U/SlrS-lunt5I/AAAAAAAAALI/P0NNdajK4AU/s1600-h/5891_109214551820_571351820_2671442_894087_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PUSukbBvy6U/SlrS-lunt5I/AAAAAAAAALI/P0NNdajK4AU/s400/5891_109214551820_571351820_2671442_894087_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357826679432001426" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Looking through class photos&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PUSukbBvy6U/SlrS_H2mTHI/AAAAAAAAALY/tSyApBPvqzc/s1600-h/5891_109214661820_571351820_2671462_5217885_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PUSukbBvy6U/SlrS_H2mTHI/AAAAAAAAALY/tSyApBPvqzc/s400/5891_109214661820_571351820_2671462_5217885_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357826688592268402" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PUSukbBvy6U/SlrTks_mLuI/AAAAAAAAAL4/MnXo_lHu4K0/s1600-h/5891_109214686820_571351820_2671467_2732329_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PUSukbBvy6U/SlrTks_mLuI/AAAAAAAAAL4/MnXo_lHu4K0/s400/5891_109214686820_571351820_2671467_2732329_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357827334217281250" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Me wearing.. something..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PUSukbBvy6U/SlrS_5KgqMI/AAAAAAAAALo/60ucKk51EaM/s1600-h/5891_109214731820_571351820_2671475_3279545_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PUSukbBvy6U/SlrS_5KgqMI/AAAAAAAAALo/60ucKk51EaM/s400/5891_109214731820_571351820_2671475_3279545_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357826701829122242" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kthx&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;bye&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6871731973395741703-7917636428776122939?l=its-adrian.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://its-adrian.blogspot.com/feeds/7917636428776122939/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6871731973395741703&amp;postID=7917636428776122939&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6871731973395741703/posts/default/7917636428776122939'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6871731973395741703/posts/default/7917636428776122939'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://its-adrian.blogspot.com/2009/07/welcome-to-family.html' title='Welcome To The Family'/><author><name>Adrian C.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11606128147481601920</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PUSukbBvy6U/Ss2kh0sjAiI/AAAAAAAAAQo/b8QeOIHuvW8/s1600-R/rtp5dl.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PUSukbBvy6U/SlrS_h5f1rI/AAAAAAAAALg/jPjegYktrjc/s72-c/5891_109214671820_571351820_2671464_4139388_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6871731973395741703.post-3556729060546007561</id><published>2009-07-01T22:10:00.006+10:00</published><updated>2009-07-04T23:05:48.934+10:00</updated><title type='text'>All Time Low - Nothing Personal Review</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PUSukbBvy6U/Sk6saW6l74I/AAAAAAAAAKY/F9Z5SrJ6z40/s1600-h/nothing-personal.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PUSukbBvy6U/Sk6saW6l74I/AAAAAAAAAKY/F9Z5SrJ6z40/s400/nothing-personal.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5354406575818010498" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It could almost be described as the feel-good album of my summer, but living in Australia has its drawbacks - the onslaught of pop-punk albums are released during this time, and we have the benefit of enjoying it during the coldest time of the year.  Its happened to me with Yellowcard, The Starting Line, and FM Static to name a few.  Regardless, the way it makes me feel is no different from having that burning ball of gas shining through my window.  And All Time Low's third studio album, Nothing Personal is definitely no exception.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nothing Personal is an ama-za-zing album.  From start to finish its a roller coaster of emotions - from the song meanings, to the melodies to the increasingly catchy hooks, it grabs you like a cold if you were buried under snow naked.  The album throws in a bit of electronic drum loops (or beats, whatever) that I thought would hinder my pure listening enjoyment because I prefer them using their instruments, but the chorus' in those songs more than make up for it.  It's definitely a step up (or down?) from the more raw sound of &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Put Up or Shut Up&lt;/span&gt;, although in saying that, production still gets the okay from me, I really don't have the ear to tell if Alex Gaskarth's voice has been heavily editted or not, but whatever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first track on the album, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Weightless&lt;/span&gt;, is a perfect example of this.  I played that song to death when it first came out.  It skyrocketed up my iTunes top 25, taking #4 most played song.  The first half of the album definitely contains the meat of the pop-punk efforts thrown into this album, but it doesn't deter from what the second half has to offer.  Although I admit, the verses weren't as memorable through first listen, it was the addictive chorus' of a majority of the songs that hit me.   Tracks in the second half, such as "&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Walls&lt;/span&gt;" and "&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Keep The Change, You Filthy Animal&lt;/span&gt;" are tracks I would love to blast through my stereo whilst driving.  Then again, much of the same can be said for 3/4 of the songs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I could choose my favourite track, it would be "&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Keep The Change...&lt;/span&gt;".  It was either this or "&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Break Your Little Heart&lt;/span&gt;", its just soo damn catchy pop awesomeness.  Whenever the chorus comes in, I just wanna sing along to it. Only flaw I can find in this album is probably "&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Hello, Brooklyn&lt;/span&gt;" - that song is a tad cheesy.  The whole naming the cities thing at the end deserves to be mentioned here - purely because they didn't mention Sydney. I'm appalled.  Even the song "&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Too Much&lt;/span&gt;", if slightly experimental, is one I prefer over it. The instrumentation is different and I quite like it.  The first few seconds do NOT sound like ATL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Songs I found myself skipping upon more listens was Stella, Lost In Stereo and Hello Brooklyn.  Compared to "&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Keep the Change&lt;/span&gt;" or "&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Damned If I Do Ya&lt;/span&gt;", they just don't do it for me.  I don't know, I base a majority of my opinion on first impressions and those didn't really have a lasting one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Slowing the tempo down a bit, "&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Sick Little Games&lt;/span&gt;" is also one of my favourite songs off Nothing Personal.  If the lyrics are as personal as Gaskarth pens them to be, then I really like the level this song has presented itself on, the emotionally-driven chorus could almost pass off as something Simple Plan could write (if they matured their sound more). Closing the album, "&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Therapy&lt;/span&gt;" is probably the Remembering Sunday of Nothing Personal, although evidently not as good.  I find it weird closing the album on a slow song, but whatever floats their boat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I personally don't think ATL are great at making slower songs (could be best left to another band like Boys Like Girls lol), but for creating a suitable summer album, this takes the cake this summer (or winter?).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7.5/10&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now go to Tim's blog and read his review when he puts it up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://moviescriptlife.wordpress.com/"&gt;http://moviescriptlife.wordpress.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6871731973395741703-3556729060546007561?l=its-adrian.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://its-adrian.blogspot.com/feeds/3556729060546007561/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6871731973395741703&amp;postID=3556729060546007561&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6871731973395741703/posts/default/3556729060546007561'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6871731973395741703/posts/default/3556729060546007561'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://its-adrian.blogspot.com/2009/07/all-time-low-nothing-personal-review.html' title='All Time Low - Nothing Personal Review'/><author><name>Adrian C.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11606128147481601920</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PUSukbBvy6U/Ss2kh0sjAiI/AAAAAAAAAQo/b8QeOIHuvW8/s1600-R/rtp5dl.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PUSukbBvy6U/Sk6saW6l74I/AAAAAAAAAKY/F9Z5SrJ6z40/s72-c/nothing-personal.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6871731973395741703.post-1545932190255544711</id><published>2009-06-30T14:39:00.005+10:00</published><updated>2009-07-01T18:04:52.840+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Within six days..</title><content type='html'>... I will(?) have done something I probably won't be proud of, or ... to the other extreme, will be most proud of.  Here's to that!  My friend set a reminder on my phone for the next 6 days, every night at 7pm.  I guess its my own personal challenge.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, yesterday was catch up with the &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Jellz&lt;/span&gt;.  Discussed some matters, went shopping (to which I found my next pair of jeans that I want - &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Black Levi's 568 Skinnys&lt;/span&gt;, only $109), met up with &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Ijhay &lt;/span&gt;to hand over my card, then went to usual K. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; Jeff &lt;/span&gt;came shortly after and we sunggg our hearts out like it was 2012.  As a present, she gave me this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PUSukbBvy6U/SkmaH9T_ETI/AAAAAAAAAKI/2G2jVYzBphM/s1600-h/IMG_1141.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PUSukbBvy6U/SkmaH9T_ETI/AAAAAAAAAKI/2G2jVYzBphM/s400/IMG_1141.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352979093614694706" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Marshmallow Man! :D Thanks Jerri.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Today was spent at home to rest, bro came back from the snows sick last night. On my usual pointless Youtube raids, and since I think Emily Browning is pretty hot (in her movies at least), I watched an interview with her and all the comments basically described how "gorgeous" she is... although this guy definitely had something else in mind...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PUSukbBvy6U/Skmb-AxZhSI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/42AK866q5hk/s1600-h/emily.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 58px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PUSukbBvy6U/Skmb-AxZhSI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/42AK866q5hk/s400/emily.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352981121767933218" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kthx&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;hi&lt;/span&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/6871731973395741703-1545932190255544711?l=its-adrian.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://its-adrian.blogspot.com/feeds/1545932190255544711/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6871731973395741703&amp;postID=1545932190255544711&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6871731973395741703/posts/default/1545932190255544711'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6871731973395741703/posts/default/1545932190255544711'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://its-adrian.blogspot.com/2009/06/within-six-days.html' title='Within six days..'/><author><name>Adrian C.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11606128147481601920</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PUSukbBvy6U/Ss2kh0sjAiI/AAAAAAAAAQo/b8QeOIHuvW8/s1600-R/rtp5dl.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PUSukbBvy6U/SkmaH9T_ETI/AAAAAAAAAKI/2G2jVYzBphM/s72-c/IMG_1141.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6871731973395741703.post-5480188508517445309</id><published>2009-06-24T03:05:00.002+10:00</published><updated>2009-06-24T22:25:46.713+10:00</updated><title type='text'>My 20th Birthday with the UTSers.</title><content type='html'>Excuse the post below!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, awesome times spent with my UTS mates.&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; Thanks for coming guys!&lt;/span&gt; And thanks for sort of helping me organise it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pictures posted here soon cos I like to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Edit: Pictures posted now! Some of, at least.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PUSukbBvy6U/SkIaJAqiQ5I/AAAAAAAAAJQ/jf5kP4Sdqfw/s1600-h/5096_1069494904288_1433550822_30201945_5281901_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PUSukbBvy6U/SkIaJAqiQ5I/AAAAAAAAAJQ/jf5kP4Sdqfw/s400/5096_1069494904288_1433550822_30201945_5281901_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350868049369121682" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PUSukbBvy6U/SkIaJTJDYGI/AAAAAAAAAJY/Ae0CTOnfc9s/s1600-h/5096_1069495224296_1433550822_30201953_856876_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PUSukbBvy6U/SkIaJTJDYGI/AAAAAAAAAJY/Ae0CTOnfc9s/s400/5096_1069495224296_1433550822_30201953_856876_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350868054328959074" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PUSukbBvy6U/SkIaJrSpA_I/AAAAAAAAAJg/s-vB1ShZr8k/s1600-h/5096_1069495544304_1433550822_30201961_1170955_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PUSukbBvy6U/SkIaJrSpA_I/AAAAAAAAAJg/s-vB1ShZr8k/s400/5096_1069495544304_1433550822_30201961_1170955_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350868060811625458" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Thanks Hazel for the flower balloon! Haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PUSukbBvy6U/SkIaJ_6PZZI/AAAAAAAAAJo/j-EiTTTRhKU/s1600-h/5096_1069495824311_1433550822_30201968_7509355_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PUSukbBvy6U/SkIaJ_6PZZI/AAAAAAAAAJo/j-EiTTTRhKU/s400/5096_1069495824311_1433550822_30201968_7509355_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350868066346427794" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PUSukbBvy6U/SkIaKFs6uhI/AAAAAAAAAJw/tIT_2YS2Vj8/s1600-h/5096_1069496264322_1433550822_30201979_6208277_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PUSukbBvy6U/SkIaKFs6uhI/AAAAAAAAAJw/tIT_2YS2Vj8/s400/5096_1069496264322_1433550822_30201979_6208277_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350868067901159954" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Giving the multi-pump a bit of a workout.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PUSukbBvy6U/SkIafIuuivI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/kgNS9wBIXDE/s1600-h/5096_1069497144344_1433550822_30202000_1294425_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PUSukbBvy6U/SkIafIuuivI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/kgNS9wBIXDE/s400/5096_1069497144344_1433550822_30202000_1294425_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350868429491309298" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PUSukbBvy6U/SkIafWljJRI/AAAAAAAAAKA/kIOwFTd3ygU/s1600-h/5096_1069498424376_1433550822_30202032_3073375_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PUSukbBvy6U/SkIafWljJRI/AAAAAAAAAKA/kIOwFTd3ygU/s400/5096_1069498424376_1433550822_30202032_3073375_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350868433210909970" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Connecting the dots one dot at a time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kthx&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;bye&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6871731973395741703-5480188508517445309?l=its-adrian.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://its-adrian.blogspot.com/feeds/5480188508517445309/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6871731973395741703&amp;postID=5480188508517445309&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6871731973395741703/posts/default/5480188508517445309'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6871731973395741703/posts/default/5480188508517445309'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://its-adrian.blogspot.com/2009/06/my-birthday-with-utsers.html' title='My 20th Birthday with the UTSers.'/><author><name>Adrian C.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11606128147481601920</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PUSukbBvy6U/Ss2kh0sjAiI/AAAAAAAAAQo/b8QeOIHuvW8/s1600-R/rtp5dl.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PUSukbBvy6U/SkIaJAqiQ5I/AAAAAAAAAJQ/jf5kP4Sdqfw/s72-c/5096_1069494904288_1433550822_30201945_5281901_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6871731973395741703.post-7854616030996647932</id><published>2009-06-24T01:59:00.003+10:00</published><updated>2009-06-24T02:35:47.336+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Part of this Sick Little Game</title><content type='html'>Whose seen Sex Drive?  Awesome movie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just saying.  I like the part where he goes on a 9 hour drive to meet this chick. Except this chick is some bitch who just tries to steal his car.  (I know)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Plots delivered well. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to also throw my shoes into a tree.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That is all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kthx&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;wtf&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6871731973395741703-7854616030996647932?l=its-adrian.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://its-adrian.blogspot.com/feeds/7854616030996647932/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6871731973395741703&amp;postID=7854616030996647932&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6871731973395741703/posts/default/7854616030996647932'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6871731973395741703/posts/default/7854616030996647932'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://its-adrian.blogspot.com/2009/06/part-of-this-sick-little-game.html' title='Part of this Sick Little Game'/><author><name>Adrian C.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11606128147481601920</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PUSukbBvy6U/Ss2kh0sjAiI/AAAAAAAAAQo/b8QeOIHuvW8/s1600-R/rtp5dl.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6871731973395741703.post-2918378678308683968</id><published>2009-06-15T16:24:00.014+10:00</published><updated>2009-06-17T18:02:03.296+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Good things come in Black.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PUSukbBvy6U/Sjii62qlVXI/AAAAAAAAAJI/SCPoLR7a0_U/s1600-h/nokia-e63-full-black.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 260px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PUSukbBvy6U/Sjii62qlVXI/AAAAAAAAAJI/SCPoLR7a0_U/s400/nokia-e63-full-black.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348203689492698482" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Nokia e63&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the awesomeness that&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; Sony Ericsson &lt;/span&gt;has given me over the past 4 years, it was time for a change.  Ever since I saw it a month ago or something, my want for it grew.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday I got it in my grubby, cold hands, and this is what I found on the details:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PUSukbBvy6U/SjYKsODvmuI/AAAAAAAAAI4/8asCu78ieT4/s1600-h/Untitled-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PUSukbBvy6U/SjYKsODvmuI/AAAAAAAAAI4/8asCu78ieT4/s400/Untitled-1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347473362353363682" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Something wrong?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PUSukbBvy6U/SjYKaiYYjgI/AAAAAAAAAIw/7bSHzxTpEfU/s1600-h/Untitled-2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PUSukbBvy6U/SjYKaiYYjgI/AAAAAAAAAIw/7bSHzxTpEfU/s400/Untitled-2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347473058570997250" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;A drain? Really?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Anyway, I wanted to keep my old number because its such a hassle telling everyone a new one. I came in the store today do ask a few questions...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I needed to ask&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- How long will porting take (transferring my old number)?&lt;br /&gt;- Is Windows Live Messenger (WLM) unlimited?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First I went to the official 3 store..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Answer to question 1:&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"If it hasn't happened by now.. its a problem on Optus' end." &lt;/span&gt;Understandable... I would assume so since they're the ones who need to port it over.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Answer to question 2:&lt;/span&gt;  He can't answer so he refers to the computer. A computer that he &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;doesn't&lt;/span&gt; even know how to use. So he asks his colleague who is busy helping other customers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At this point, I'm thinking, c'mon dude, just tell me that you don't know where to go (because he &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;consistently &lt;/span&gt;asked his colleague where to go on the 3 site). So he makes up some &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;bs&lt;/span&gt; excuse to me&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; "I'm just waiting to connect to the 3 site, won't be long"&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By now, he gives up, and just decides to call three support.  I asked him &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Is WLM unlimited, included in the $8 pack?"&lt;/span&gt;, what HE asks support is &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Is WLM compatible with the E63?&lt;/span&gt;"  The answer he receives is a distinct NO.  What the eff? I can clearly see WLM application on my phone..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I was done getting answers from this guy.. so I walk to &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Optus&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Answer to Question 1:&lt;/span&gt;  I walked in and I'm attended to. As SOON as I mentioned that I &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"switched from Optus to Three".&lt;/span&gt; I know his enthusiasm to help me just dropped, seeing as he works for Optus.  As I'm talking to him (still asking my question), the dude walks off and goes on the computer to check a completely unrelated matter.  His answer was a brief&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; "I dunno."&lt;/span&gt; /shrugs. Where's the customer service, douchebag?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="file:///C:/Users/AdrianC/AppData/Local/Temp/moz-screenshot.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PUSukbBvy6U/SjieuHPiscI/AAAAAAAAAJA/iuQqBuhv3Hw/s1600-h/11customer-service.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 393px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PUSukbBvy6U/SjieuHPiscI/AAAAAAAAAJA/iuQqBuhv3Hw/s400/11customer-service.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348199072557871554" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;One of the many faces of Optus.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got out of there and went to &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;MO's Mobiles&lt;/span&gt; (or whatever the hell its called), as I got my 3 deal from there.  I asked the girl working there same 2 questions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Answer to question 1: &lt;/span&gt;Finally these guys had the decency to call up three and ask about the status.  They said its still in the process, I hope SOON because I don't wanna receive anymore calls or SMS's on my old phone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Answer to question 2:&lt;/span&gt; She doesn't know, so she asks her colleague.. to which he confidently answers "&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Yep, unlimited!&lt;/span&gt;". Thankyou.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After much time walking around.. and coming home now..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I realised I forgot to buy myself a data cable for the phone lol. Which was half the purpose I went to Blacktown today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;gg.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At time of writing this, I am now with 3. Same number. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kthx&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;tri&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6871731973395741703-2918378678308683968?l=its-adrian.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://its-adrian.blogspot.com/feeds/2918378678308683968/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6871731973395741703&amp;postID=2918378678308683968&amp;isPopup=true' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6871731973395741703/posts/default/2918378678308683968'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6871731973395741703/posts/default/2918378678308683968'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://its-adrian.blogspot.com/2009/06/good-things-come-in-black.html' title='Good things come in Black.'/><author><name>Adrian C.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11606128147481601920</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PUSukbBvy6U/Ss2kh0sjAiI/AAAAAAAAAQo/b8QeOIHuvW8/s1600-R/rtp5dl.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PUSukbBvy6U/Sjii62qlVXI/AAAAAAAAAJI/SCPoLR7a0_U/s72-c/nokia-e63-full-black.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6871731973395741703.post-196024006323033942</id><published>2009-06-09T21:07:00.001+10:00</published><updated>2009-06-09T23:44:15.573+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Finding Me Out</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;For me to be doing the right thing, I would need to be doing the wrong thing. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Efforts go unnoticed, except for those who see it first-hand.  Only when they understand, will it bring me closer to closure.  The truth will set EM EERF.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kthx&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;why&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6871731973395741703-196024006323033942?l=its-adrian.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://its-adrian.blogspot.com/feeds/196024006323033942/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6871731973395741703&amp;postID=196024006323033942&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6871731973395741703/posts/default/196024006323033942'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6871731973395741703/posts/default/196024006323033942'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://its-adrian.blogspot.com/2009/06/finding-me-out-part-ii.html' title='Finding Me Out'/><author><name>Adrian C.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11606128147481601920</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PUSukbBvy6U/Ss2kh0sjAiI/AAAAAAAAAQo/b8QeOIHuvW8/s1600-R/rtp5dl.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6871731973395741703.post-273993828284305965</id><published>2009-06-04T17:42:00.004+10:00</published><updated>2009-06-05T22:57:37.917+10:00</updated><title type='text'>I heart.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Well... after 2 weeks(ish) of neglect, I shall blog again.  I honestly can't remember what happened in the past few weeks, except for &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Khaye &lt;/span&gt;and my &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;bro&lt;/span&gt;'s birthdays, and then &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Ivan&lt;/span&gt;'s.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;The day before that though, I think I went to the city &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;with &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Lenny &lt;/span&gt;and &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Jeaneline &lt;/span&gt;to hang.  I got my LEE hoodie (thanks to &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Jasmine&lt;/span&gt;'s eyes for good finds) and then had lunch at Meat, Wine &amp;amp; Co.  Their pasta (on special) sounded VERY APPETISING so that's what Lenny and I ended up getting.  The verdict?  TASTES LIKE EVERY OTHER DAMN PASTA. $25? Really, MW&amp;amp;C? Really?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Anyway, the next day (23rd May) my &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;brother &lt;/span&gt;and &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Khaye &lt;/span&gt;joint their birthday and held an event to raise money for cancer (courtesy of &lt;a href="http://www.biggestmorningtea.com.au/"&gt;Australia's Biggest Morning Tea&lt;/a&gt;).  We went to Mars Hill Cafe @ Parra for some fun and game&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;s.  We pla&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;yed Jenga and pictionary. FUN X 10000.  Our team was coming second, but the birthday team clearly owned it in the end. :]  One of the funny things was when an old lady came and asked us if we were a "computer club" LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PUSukbBvy6U/Sid3aoG38PI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/o-Q_ibMLTRs/s1600-h/4532_90837726820_571351820_2379067_1124203_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PUSukbBvy6U/Sid3aoG38PI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/o-Q_ibMLTRs/s400/4532_90837726820_571351820_2379067_1124203_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343370782224937202" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;The Birthday Pictionary Posse.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PUSukbBvy6U/Sid3amvK3uI/AAAAAAAAAHY/L48pU69auhs/s1600-h/4704_115423433792_701163792_2670878_6923974_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 225px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PUSukbBvy6U/Sid3amvK3uI/AAAAAAAAAHY/L48pU69auhs/s400/4704_115423433792_701163792_2670878_6923974_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343370781857079010" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;The disappointment in losing... not cool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PUSukbBvy6U/Sid3acB1eoI/AAAAAAAAAHI/i754pCELQ-4/s1600-h/4532_90837541820_571351820_2379033_3651015_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PUSukbBvy6U/Sid3acB1eoI/AAAAAAAAAHI/i754pCELQ-4/s400/4532_90837541820_571351820_2379033_3651015_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343370778982578818" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Jenga2ez.  As unsteady as it might look, it didn't topple over. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ivan's birthday was that night so met up with &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Jasmine &lt;/span&gt;@ Btown afterwards, and then &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Tim&lt;/span&gt; @ Sevo, and then &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Billy&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Thien &lt;/span&gt;+ the &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;rest &lt;/span&gt;@ city.  It was a series of unfortunate events.  Except for Burgerfuel, and maybe a bit of Pav.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;3rd June, 2009&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Up until now its been assessment after assessment.  But its all over, and to celebrate, we all went drinking @ Glasshouse for some celebratory times. T'was good fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PUSukbBvy6U/Sid6ST0o2vI/AAAAAAAAAHg/rQ06MRYSx0o/s1600-h/4434_1062362125973_1433550822_30183314_1278719_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PUSukbBvy6U/Sid6ST0o2vI/AAAAAAAAAHg/rQ06MRYSx0o/s400/4434_1062362125973_1433550822_30183314_1278719_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343373937875671794" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Ada + Moi in the comp labs&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PUSukbBvy6U/Sid6Son8l9I/AAAAAAAAAHo/7QIPyQaMNCU/s1600-h/4434_1062362805990_1433550822_30183330_4632713_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PUSukbBvy6U/Sid6Son8l9I/AAAAAAAAAHo/7QIPyQaMNCU/s400/4434_1062362805990_1433550822_30183330_4632713_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343373943459583954" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;@Glasshouse Bar.. the unsuspectfuls.. HAHA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PUSukbBvy6U/Sid6SmYJ-yI/AAAAAAAAAHw/rdqNi24gnp8/s1600-h/n1433550822_30183328_5176524.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PUSukbBvy6U/Sid6SmYJ-yI/AAAAAAAAAHw/rdqNi24gnp8/s400/n1433550822_30183328_5176524.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343373942856481570" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PUSukbBvy6U/Sid6S4LmKGI/AAAAAAAAAH4/1CuR2JirCK8/s1600-h/n1433550822_30183379_5316003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PUSukbBvy6U/Sid6S4LmKGI/AAAAAAAAAH4/1CuR2JirCK8/s400/n1433550822_30183379_5316003.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343373947635640418" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;This guy allowed me to take a photo with him. I gave him 20c.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PUSukbBvy6U/Sid6S7-0INI/AAAAAAAAAIA/gau2UzG0LHY/s1600-h/n1433550822_30183398_4288259.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PUSukbBvy6U/Sid6S7-0INI/AAAAAAAAAIA/gau2UzG0LHY/s400/n1433550822_30183398_4288259.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343373948655771858" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Jismine, the face of climate change, me licking the face of climate change, Gardan, tN.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Lately I've been obsessed with playing a little game on Facebook called &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Geo Challenge&lt;/span&gt;.  Mostly because of how much I wanna beat &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Tim &lt;/span&gt;lol.  But anyway, the game is highly educational, and it made me realise (and actually look up) that the flag of Cuba and Puerto Rico have striking familiarities.  The only difference being the inverted colours.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.flags.net/images/largeflags/CUBA0001.GIF"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 384px; height: 206px;" src="http://www.flags.net/images/largeflags/CUBA0001.GIF" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Flag of Cuba (above)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.flags.net/images/largeflags/PURC0001.GIF"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 388px; height: 260px;" src="http://www.flags.net/images/largeflags/PURC0001.GIF" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Flag of Puerto Rico&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Its just weird because the game teaches you a lot of crap, that will hopefully become useful one day.  Travelling is the best.  I think I will make it a goal of mine to visit all the landmarks that are in the game..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kthx&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;(extra)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;dry&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Who are we to judge the alcoholic, or the prostitute, or the addict, or the criminal as if we are any better?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS. MY BIRTHDAY SOON :) TURNING TWO-ZERO.&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/6871731973395741703-273993828284305965?l=its-adrian.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://its-adrian.blogspot.com/feeds/273993828284305965/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6871731973395741703&amp;postID=273993828284305965&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6871731973395741703/posts/default/273993828284305965'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6871731973395741703/posts/default/273993828284305965'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://its-adrian.blogspot.com/2009/06/i-heart.html' title='I heart.'/><author><name>Adrian C.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11606128147481601920</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PUSukbBvy6U/Ss2kh0sjAiI/AAAAAAAAAQo/b8QeOIHuvW8/s1600-R/rtp5dl.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PUSukbBvy6U/Sid3aoG38PI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/o-Q_ibMLTRs/s72-c/4532_90837726820_571351820_2379067_1124203_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6871731973395741703.post-2954977537091626135</id><published>2009-05-14T11:36:00.008+10:00</published><updated>2009-05-14T13:44:06.789+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Live Long and Prosper \\\///</title><content type='html'>Ok so the Star Trek "live long and prosper" sign looks like crap in the title...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last Friday &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;080509&lt;/span&gt; was &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Kay&lt;/span&gt;'s 19th.  Started at me going to Uni with &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Lenny &lt;/span&gt;and &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Jasmine&lt;/span&gt; so I could finish off some lab work before heading off.  Anyway, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Lenny &lt;/span&gt;left around 4.30, and I had time to kill til 6. So I went to sleep in front of these 2 curry dudes who were having an engaging conversation, each time I woke up they would look over to me.. with this.. creepy ass look. So whatever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6pm met up with &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Thien &lt;/span&gt;and &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Wendy &lt;/span&gt;+ Co. Then headed off to Dome Bar/Lounge.  &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;GREAAT NIGHT&lt;/span&gt;.  Regardless of the price of drinks, I had much fun. Too bad I didn't go to Havana, heard it was packed anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PUSukbBvy6U/Sgt3L0D04BI/AAAAAAAAAHA/sARoBQzN2dA/s1600-h/n591540060_6816773_6921361.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PUSukbBvy6U/Sgt3L0D04BI/AAAAAAAAAHA/sARoBQzN2dA/s400/n591540060_6816773_6921361.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335489228387442706" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Mmm&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PUSukbBvy6U/Sgt3L5ra67I/AAAAAAAAAG4/gjJbPWenlU0/s1600-h/n591540060_6816779_5162174.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PUSukbBvy6U/Sgt3L5ra67I/AAAAAAAAAG4/gjJbPWenlU0/s400/n591540060_6816779_5162174.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335489229895691186" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;u&gt;Mothers Day&lt;/u&gt; weekend.  Didn't do much cept work on &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Jismane&lt;/span&gt;'s present and have Yumcha at Blacktown.  We got there at 11.20 or something, and had we arrived 10 minutes later, we would've been waiting in a long ass line.  It was nuts.  But we got there and it was packed in minutes.  The food took forever coming around.  We also ordered peking duck and san choy bow. Yummoo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Wednesday - 130509&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Jasmine&lt;/span&gt;'s Uni Birthday Bash.  The theme was ties and only &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Lenny&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Tim &lt;/span&gt;and I wore one.  Disappointing! Anyway, we headed to Newtown to go have Thai. $6! So cheap!! Asians..cheap.. etcetc. We were waiting on the train to go back to the city, and so we decided to play hackysack on the train platforms, I knew the inevitable would come, but for the sake of having fun, I took it out and we played. Few kicks later, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Lenny &lt;/span&gt;kicks it, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Tim &lt;/span&gt;misses it lol (well not really, but yeah) and it goes onto the tracks.  Good thing I have 3 more.  So I can safely say i can still practice juggling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that we headed back to the city to watch Star Trek.  omg.  For someone who has never seen a show of it, I enjoyed it a lot (you don't even need to have any prior knowledge of Star Trek).  &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;J.J. Abrams&lt;/span&gt; is the new Spielberg or something, or slowly becoming.  Creatively mindblowing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Trained it home afterwards, so Jesmani can "shave" on her room. HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;EDIT:  Compiling my list of wants.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kthx&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;tie&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6871731973395741703-2954977537091626135?l=its-adrian.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://its-adrian.blogspot.com/feeds/2954977537091626135/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6871731973395741703&amp;postID=2954977537091626135&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6871731973395741703/posts/default/2954977537091626135'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6871731973395741703/posts/default/2954977537091626135'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://its-adrian.blogspot.com/2009/05/live-long-and-prosper.html' title='Live Long and Prosper \\\///'/><author><name>Adrian C.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11606128147481601920</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PUSukbBvy6U/Ss2kh0sjAiI/AAAAAAAAAQo/b8QeOIHuvW8/s1600-R/rtp5dl.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PUSukbBvy6U/Sgt3L0D04BI/AAAAAAAAAHA/sARoBQzN2dA/s72-c/n591540060_6816773_6921361.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6871731973395741703.post-8874768523273550186</id><published>2009-05-10T16:52:00.001+10:00</published><updated>2009-05-13T00:27:46.533+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Someone's a Star!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;WANTED: 3.5" tall silver K'NEX robot.  May be hostile. Last seen on the bench, dry humping the dog, and looking over a 30cm cliff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PUSukbBvy6U/SgVEqrCn3BI/AAAAAAAAAGg/39SMDhEFplM/s1600-h/IMG_1106.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PUSukbBvy6U/SgVEqrCn3BI/AAAAAAAAAGg/39SMDhEFplM/s400/IMG_1106.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5333744833589140498" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Something to keep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PUSukbBvy6U/SgZ8ApKmdLI/AAAAAAAAAGo/y3Bu0x4_lh0/s1600-h/IMG_1136.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PUSukbBvy6U/SgZ8ApKmdLI/AAAAAAAAAGo/y3Bu0x4_lh0/s400/IMG_1136.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334087159159092402" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Complete.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PUSukbBvy6U/SgmGc5MKkAI/AAAAAAAAAGw/T3UX5fIJz7Q/s1600-h/IMG_1135.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PUSukbBvy6U/SgmGc5MKkAI/AAAAAAAAAGw/T3UX5fIJz7Q/s400/IMG_1135.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334943064543367170" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Success.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;kthx&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;jai(ho)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6871731973395741703-8874768523273550186?l=its-adrian.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://its-adrian.blogspot.com/feeds/8874768523273550186/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6871731973395741703&amp;postID=8874768523273550186&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6871731973395741703/posts/default/8874768523273550186'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6871731973395741703/posts/default/8874768523273550186'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://its-adrian.blogspot.com/2009/05/someones-star.html' title='Someone&apos;s a Star!'/><author><name>Adrian C.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11606128147481601920</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PUSukbBvy6U/Ss2kh0sjAiI/AAAAAAAAAQo/b8QeOIHuvW8/s1600-R/rtp5dl.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PUSukbBvy6U/SgVEqrCn3BI/AAAAAAAAAGg/39SMDhEFplM/s72-c/IMG_1106.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6871731973395741703.post-4299476733786329897</id><published>2009-05-05T22:36:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2009-05-06T14:35:39.277+10:00</updated><title type='text'>I Won't Wait for Something Else</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;Meditation&lt;/b&gt; is defined as a mental discipline by which one attempts to get beyond the reflexive, "thinking" mind into a deeper state of relaxation or awareness. Secular meditation promotes physical and mental well being.  That's a truckload of relaxation and a tad overdose of peace-juice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Last night&lt;/span&gt; I undertook (well tried to) a meditation session.  Not any fancy one, I just downloaded some podcast, that was aptly named "&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The Meditation Podcast&lt;/span&gt;".  There were 12 or so episodes/topics of meditation to choose from.  Previously I had already listened to "&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Releasing Fear&lt;/span&gt;" and "&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Addiction&lt;/span&gt;".  I'm not even sure if they worked, although I doubt I would be lying in a bed of bugs anytime soon.  I decided I would give another one a go, and so I proceeded to download "&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Positive Thinking&lt;/span&gt;".  It sounded general enough to apply to my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3214/2510235567_eb5b8b46e5.jpg?"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 500px; height: 333px;" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3214/2510235567_eb5b8b46e5.jpg?" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First mistake I did (and did when listening to the previous ones) was listening to these in bed, right before I decide to go to sleep.  I guess if you don't plan on falling asleep to these &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;hippy tapes&lt;/span&gt;, then listen to these when you're on a bed of nails.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I pressed play on my iPod and immediately I hear the soothing voice of a dude who tells me to download more of their podcasts. Um okay. Get to the freakin' point already.  3 minutes of advertising later.. I'm told to "&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;let everything go, and relax&lt;/span&gt;".  I'm told this about 5 times in 5 different ways, so I thought okay, I'm relaxed. I just felt a sensation of euphoria as he continued to blabber on.  There was birds singing in the background to his voice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At random times, he would pause for about a minute and I would just hear the birds singing.  By this point ... lets do some maths, birds singing + eyes closed + lying in bed = recipe for fail. I dozed off to SleepCity (Sleep City here we comeeeee).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If there's one thing I've learnt, its that I don't think I will ever be awake or free enough to be able to sit through the whole 20 minutes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The only way I'm relaxed is with You.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kthx&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;fly&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6871731973395741703-4299476733786329897?l=its-adrian.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://its-adrian.blogspot.com/feeds/4299476733786329897/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6871731973395741703&amp;postID=4299476733786329897&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6871731973395741703/posts/default/4299476733786329897'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6871731973395741703/posts/default/4299476733786329897'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://its-adrian.blogspot.com/2009/05/i-wont-wait-for-something-else.html' title='I Won&apos;t Wait for Something Else'/><author><name>Adrian C.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11606128147481601920</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PUSukbBvy6U/Ss2kh0sjAiI/AAAAAAAAAQo/b8QeOIHuvW8/s1600-R/rtp5dl.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6871731973395741703.post-4339001111982176687</id><published>2009-05-03T12:29:00.003+10:00</published><updated>2009-05-03T17:58:56.166+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Sunny Days Sweeping the Clouds Away</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Bro's&lt;/span&gt; graduation was last Friday, congrats to him, same as &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Julies &lt;/span&gt;bday, happy bday to her, same as &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Jasmine&lt;/span&gt;'s fail study session, thumbsup to her also. lol.  I will one day be wearing those graduation gowns.  Frightening to know that that event signifies the end of your undergraduate studies, only to be thrown out to the wolves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Afterwards, had dinner with &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;family &lt;/span&gt;+ &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Carlo &lt;/span&gt;+ &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Fran &lt;/span&gt;+ &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Michelle &lt;/span&gt;at a Chinese restaurant in the city.  Traffic was horrible, it was planned at Fox Studios but then due to traffic, had to settle for that place.  Afterwards, parentals drove home with &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Michelle&lt;/span&gt;, and my bro and I headed to Star Bar.  Met up with &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Wendy &lt;/span&gt;and &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Bec&lt;/span&gt;, then with &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Maria &lt;/span&gt;+ &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Kathy &lt;/span&gt;+ VSA people.  lol.  Funny bunch, is all I can say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then Library + Workers Club with &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Lenny &lt;/span&gt;yday.   Which leads me to the topic of um.. octopus? No thanks.  That stuff reeks of crap.  Maybe if someone molded and shaped the octopus to look like a drumstick.. then I would be fooled into trying it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm lazy and too much on my mind.  So I'm gna end it there. Okay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kthx&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;pry&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Creating the indecisive reality often leads to frustration.  It's not quite indecisiveness, but more so you don't want one opportunity to go to waste.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS.  BBQ Bacon Rollers from KFC are the best things ever.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6871731973395741703-4339001111982176687?l=its-adrian.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://its-adrian.blogspot.com/feeds/4339001111982176687/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6871731973395741703&amp;postID=4339001111982176687&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6871731973395741703/posts/default/4339001111982176687'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6871731973395741703/posts/default/4339001111982176687'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://its-adrian.blogspot.com/2009/05/sunny-days-sweeping-clouds-away.html' title='Sunny Days Sweeping the Clouds Away'/><author><name>Adrian C.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11606128147481601920</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PUSukbBvy6U/Ss2kh0sjAiI/AAAAAAAAAQo/b8QeOIHuvW8/s1600-R/rtp5dl.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6871731973395741703.post-5777993586665112125</id><published>2009-04-29T08:40:00.001+10:00</published><updated>2009-04-29T08:44:39.435+10:00</updated><title type='text'>WKY?</title><content type='html'>What's keeping you? What's keeping you? What's keeping you? What's keeping you? What's keeping you? What's keeping you? What's keeping you? What's keeping you? What's keeping you? What's keeping you? What's keeping you? What's keeping you? What's keeping you? What's keeping you? What's keeping you? What's keeping you? What's keeping you? What's keeping you? What's keeping you? What's keeping you? What's keeping you? What's keeping you? What's keeping you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Exactly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kthx&lt;strong&gt;dry&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6871731973395741703-5777993586665112125?l=its-adrian.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://its-adrian.blogspot.com/feeds/5777993586665112125/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6871731973395741703&amp;postID=5777993586665112125&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6871731973395741703/posts/default/5777993586665112125'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6871731973395741703/posts/default/5777993586665112125'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://its-adrian.blogspot.com/2009/04/wky.html' title='WKY?'/><author><name>Adrian C.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11606128147481601920</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PUSukbBvy6U/Ss2kh0sjAiI/AAAAAAAAAQo/b8QeOIHuvW8/s1600-R/rtp5dl.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6871731973395741703.post-2538756810598853133</id><published>2009-04-27T17:41:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2009-04-28T08:50:28.593+10:00</updated><title type='text'>You're Comfort On My Mind</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Tuesday, 21st April&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went Bowling with &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Lenny&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Jeaneline&lt;/span&gt;, and &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Shirley&lt;/span&gt;, except &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Jeaneline &lt;/span&gt;decided not to play.  I can't even remember who won the second game, but I know &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Lenny &lt;/span&gt;won the first and was getting near-strikes on every bowl.  I've tried spinning the ball before and it just hasn't worked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After bowling we went to Rouse Hill for a feed.  Obligatory purchase of the KFC BBQ Bacon Roller was at hand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Wednesday, 22nd April&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went Bowling again, this time with &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Lenny &lt;/span&gt;(again) and &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Tim&lt;/span&gt;.  &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Lenny &lt;/span&gt;owning again.  He started work after we finished our games and gave us free food.  Best things in life are free.  In this case, they were chips.  With tomato sauce.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Friday, 24th April&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went for my green P's.  Because I'm so late and lazy, I received the warning/renewal letter (since it was gonna expire on the 23rd May) so I decided to book it and go for it.  I've heard people recounting how easy it was, and after doing it.. I don't think so.  Either that, or nerves just got the best of me.  To start it off, I got the FIRST freakin' PRACTICE QUESTION wrong.  I was thinking.. shit, this is going to be an indication of how I'm going to go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The test commenced and I was heavily relying on the "second-chance" confirmation question asking if I had touched the screen or not, because most of the time I had pressed it, only to realise a speeding car was approaching, or that I had second thoughts.  Anyway, I got my green P's in the end, and my brother (who also was taking a test for his FULL licence) got his. So congrats to us both!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later, went to Sevo to get picked up by &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Tim &lt;/span&gt;to go to &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Maria&lt;/span&gt;'s 19th.  This would be &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Tim&lt;/span&gt;+&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Adrian &lt;/span&gt;Driving/Navigation combo #3.  Numbering these had a reason, because each time, there has been some sort of failure.  Going to &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Ivan&lt;/span&gt;'s house in Penrith.. and going to (or was it from?) Soundwave.  Anyway, we were going good for the first 10-15 minutes. Until we found ourselves still on Cumberland Hwy.  On the directions I had printed out, we were only supposed to be on it for 18 seconds.  We were on it for about 15 minutes.  Gave &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Thien &lt;/span&gt;a call and GOOD THING he was soo close by.  So we met up with him and followed the car he was in before he jumped into ours.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Got to &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Maria&lt;/span&gt;'s,said our greetings and drank/ate/mingled the night away.  There were drinks, food, BBQ, games, and Singstar!!  I think it was a pretty good night, minus the mishaps.  Maria is a trooper and I know she'll (as she said on the night) "look back at this and laugh".  :) Good on her for that, and for hosting an awesome party.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PUSukbBvy6U/SfRb5SfU66I/AAAAAAAAAF0/A-MUm-TPS4g/s1600-h/2874_165098445060_591540060_6612931_8096857_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PUSukbBvy6U/SfRb5SfU66I/AAAAAAAAAF0/A-MUm-TPS4g/s400/2874_165098445060_591540060_6612931_8096857_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5328985298860043170" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Happy B'day Maria!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PUSukbBvy6U/SfRb5eB1VbI/AAAAAAAAAFs/PI6RMJtDqhE/s1600-h/2874_165098425060_591540060_6612927_150237_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PUSukbBvy6U/SfRb5eB1VbI/AAAAAAAAAFs/PI6RMJtDqhE/s400/2874_165098425060_591540060_6612927_150237_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5328985301957563826" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Wendles and I&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PUSukbBvy6U/SfRb5E0lIzI/AAAAAAAAAFk/AtSLhbi8pG4/s1600-h/2874_165098370060_591540060_6612916_1117608_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PUSukbBvy6U/SfRb5E0lIzI/AAAAAAAAAFk/AtSLhbi8pG4/s400/2874_165098370060_591540060_6612916_1117608_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5328985295191089970" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Tony, Thien, Maria, me, Tim&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos-a.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc1/hs038.snc1/3326_83775087174_728752174_2216152_3209393_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://photos-a.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc1/hs038.snc1/3326_83775087174_728752174_2216152_3209393_n.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Saturday, 25th April&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Korean BBQ at Charcoal Mine with the uni peeps.  Great organisation by Ivan.  We all got in there and started eating.  And smelling like KBBQ.  Afterwards we decided to go Bowling, for cheap! cos we're cheap cunts.  $3 a game thanks to &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Lenny&lt;/span&gt;.  We had 5 vs 5.  I had &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Tim&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Billy&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Thien &lt;/span&gt;and &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Jasmine &lt;/span&gt;on my team, and it was &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Simon&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Nam&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Ivan&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Hazel &lt;/span&gt;and &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Ada&lt;/span&gt; on the other team.  I couldn't say it was neck and neck, but between certain people, it was.  Except for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I dominated.  Conceited, but I did. HAHA.  Not by much in the first game, but in the second, I managed 173.  That was way above my personal best.  But we all had fun.  Lenny gave us free food again. Good times. :):)  Afterwards, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Tim &lt;/span&gt;dropped us all home, and &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Jasmine &lt;/span&gt;to my house where we watched an &lt;a href="http://docuwiki.net/index.php?title=Ants_-_Nature%27s_Secret_Power"&gt;&lt;u&gt;Ants documentary&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/a&gt;.  It was very informative.  They're so organised. Next on the agenda is bees.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bring on winter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kthx&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;try&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp;put a hat on your head.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6871731973395741703-2538756810598853133?l=its-adrian.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://its-adrian.blogspot.com/feeds/2538756810598853133/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6871731973395741703&amp;postID=2538756810598853133&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6871731973395741703/posts/default/2538756810598853133'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6871731973395741703/posts/default/2538756810598853133'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://its-adrian.blogspot.com/2009/04/youre-comfort-on-my-mind.html' title='You&apos;re Comfort On My Mind'/><author><name>Adrian C.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11606128147481601920</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PUSukbBvy6U/Ss2kh0sjAiI/AAAAAAAAAQo/b8QeOIHuvW8/s1600-R/rtp5dl.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PUSukbBvy6U/SfRb5SfU66I/AAAAAAAAAF0/A-MUm-TPS4g/s72-c/2874_165098445060_591540060_6612931_8096857_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6871731973395741703.post-3385103539855257045</id><published>2009-04-20T16:27:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2009-04-20T20:10:15.850+10:00</updated><title type='text'>The Ants Go Marching One by One</title><content type='html'>During one of my strenuous study sessions at uni last week, I took a much needed break from all the hard work and found myself on a little attention-seeking distracting site called YouTube.  (What the hell is procrastination?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Following &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Jasmine&lt;/span&gt;'s encounter with ants, we went on to watch documentary (BBC) videos on Ants.  Also watching ants kill other creatures. This fascination quickly evolved, as I found myself watching videos on the other animals we share this earth with. In particular, watching them devour their meals - to which I vote the &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Anaconda&lt;/span&gt;'s elastic mouth ingesting another huge ass mammal as being the most awesome sight to watch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.cbc.ca/gfx/programGuide/program/angelaanaconda.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 340px; height: 255px;" src="http://www.cbc.ca/gfx/programGuide/program/angelaanaconda.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, there was a video on these Ants building a raft made out of the ants themselves, and the Queen Ant was carried on top, and taken across the water, then carried off the raft onto dry land. I was amazed at the sheer dedication of the worker ants to commit themselves to keeping the Queen alive and safe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;-------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;adrian ! nothing personal says: &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153);"&gt;i wanna be queen ant for a day&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;adrian ! nothing personal says: &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153);"&gt;sit back and do nothing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;adrian ! nothing personal says: &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153);"&gt;have ants build me ant bridges and rafts, or carry me, so i can get around&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;j(*)smine * ! - - Think beautiful. says: &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt; you're so gay&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;-------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This Wednesday (April 22) is &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Earth Day&lt;/span&gt; and DisneyNature's &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Earth&lt;/span&gt; film is released.  Excuse me while I bask in the presence of watching the life of 3 families live their lives.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, last &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Friday &lt;/span&gt;went to some hotel thing, that served some preetty good steak.  I went with some mates, hung out, caught up, drank then watched Fast and Furious.  Something about the film was lacking.  Can't get over Vin Diesels character.  But anyway, it was ok I guess, more muscle, less import in this movie..  Just needed more racing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;new banner&lt;/span&gt;, I don't like the colour scheme, but I didn't know what colour would match the banner.  I've already had orange, and green was the most dominant I think... unless I'm colour blind...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kthx&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;fly&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6871731973395741703-3385103539855257045?l=its-adrian.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://its-adrian.blogspot.com/feeds/3385103539855257045/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6871731973395741703&amp;postID=3385103539855257045&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6871731973395741703/posts/default/3385103539855257045'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6871731973395741703/posts/default/3385103539855257045'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://its-adrian.blogspot.com/2009/04/ants-go-marching-one-by-one.html' title='The Ants Go Marching One by One'/><author><name>Adrian C.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11606128147481601920</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PUSukbBvy6U/Ss2kh0sjAiI/AAAAAAAAAQo/b8QeOIHuvW8/s1600-R/rtp5dl.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6871731973395741703.post-4708027004589002990</id><published>2009-04-15T21:32:00.002+10:00</published><updated>2009-04-15T22:43:05.370+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Floating in the sea of Wrong</title><content type='html'>The purpose of &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;speed drawing&lt;/span&gt; is to capture the gesture of a subject quickly.  Now, speed drawing within a time frame of &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;2 minutes&lt;/span&gt; - brings a whole different outcome.  Subconsciously, it becomes a task where people either tend to focus on the &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;quality &lt;/span&gt;and the &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;details&lt;/span&gt;, rather than the time frame (this is where the real pro's stand) and even if I said to "draw as much of the picture", this should still stand... &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;ON THE OTHER HAND&lt;/span&gt;, it becomes an attempt to get as much of a picture in, because ..well, to put it simply - we're all &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;assclowns &lt;/span&gt;who feel the need for closure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, I asked 9 people to draw this &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;man&lt;/span&gt; (citation needed):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.leachpunk.com/black_superman.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 297px; height: 439px;" src="http://www.leachpunk.com/black_superman.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wanted to see who used what tool, how much they got done, and just how good their skillz were in MSPaint (or photoshop, whichever).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Looking at the outcome, the results varied.  I asked for the &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;black superman&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;  Half of them look like the bastard child of a &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;6'2" black pedophile&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Ronald McDonald&lt;/span&gt;.  One of them just looks like death.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, the first paragraph is just bs, I did it for kicks ....and some laughs. Without further ado, these are in no particular order:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://s694.photobucket.com/albums/vv304/acamua/?action=view&amp;amp;current=Untitled-1.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 350px; height: 520px;" src="http://i694.photobucket.com/albums/vv304/acamua/Untitled-1.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Wendy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;I could easily pass this off as the most typical of adolescent drawings.&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I can't quite call it a rush job, or a job that had the effort either. And nothing says eff off more than STD infected lips.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Drawing Age:&lt;/span&gt; 5&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;--------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://s694.photobucket.com/albums/vv304/acamua/?action=view&amp;amp;current=Untitiled-8.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 350px; height: 520px;" src="http://i694.photobucket.com/albums/vv304/acamua/Untitiled-8.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Xander&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm going to go out on a limb here and guess that you coloured it in with the picture underneath it.  This immediately came off as the most accurate (until I saw Lenny's), and those eyes... seriously?&lt;br /&gt;EDIT: ok you told me you didn't cheat, but lol this is pretty close then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Drawing Age:&lt;/span&gt; 14&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;--------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://s694.photobucket.com/albums/vv304/acamua/?action=view&amp;amp;current=Untitled-4.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 350px; height: 520px;" src="http://i694.photobucket.com/albums/vv304/acamua/Untitled-4.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Jelli &lt;/span&gt;(stupid bitch who got her friend to do it)&lt;br /&gt;What I noticed about a lot of these drawings so far, is the lack of shoulders.  Wonkipated nose, and the only one to put the spraycan to use.  Helmet hair ftw?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Drawing Age&lt;/span&gt;: 12&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;--------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://s694.photobucket.com/albums/vv304/acamua/?action=view&amp;amp;current=Untitled-3.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 350px; height: 520px;" src="http://i694.photobucket.com/albums/vv304/acamua/Untitled-3.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Lauren&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyone ask for Superman dressed turd?  As the only one who probably used photoshop, this wouldve been cooler if it was finished. BUT I LIKE. Makes his hair actually look like hair. But still.. this is turd.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Drawing Age&lt;/span&gt;: 16&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;--------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://s694.photobucket.com/albums/vv304/acamua/?action=view&amp;amp;current=Untitled-5.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 350px; height: 520px;" src="http://i694.photobucket.com/albums/vv304/acamua/Untitled-5.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Jasmine&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who knew drawing with straight lines could be a work of art.  It's too bad this doesn't showcase it. HAHA JK.  His 'S' symbol screams Sex Whore, not Superman. Fire-engine red lipstick doesn't help.  And wheres his neck? Is that a cape or a black tie? Or his arm? Third leg?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Drawing Age&lt;/span&gt;: 8&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;--------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://s694.photobucket.com/albums/vv304/acamua/?action=view&amp;amp;current=Untitled-2.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 350px; height: 520px;" src="http://i694.photobucket.com/albums/vv304/acamua/Untitled-2.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Tim&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Um.. it almost looks like you drew all this with one line.  Contour art... at its finest? Debatable.  But damn thats one hell of a chin. I don't know what else to say.  I suppose you could classify it art.. to an extent.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Drawing Age&lt;/span&gt;: 2.5&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;--------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://s694.photobucket.com/albums/vv304/acamua/?action=view&amp;amp;current=Untitled-6.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i694.photobucket.com/albums/vv304/acamua/Untitled-6.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Gordon&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Trust Gordon to do the &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;wrong &lt;/span&gt;thing here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"oh, :\ i thought it was our interpretation.  HAHAH well dik... cz well he looks like one" - Gordon&lt;br /&gt;Props to you for actually drawing this tho. hehe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Drawing Age&lt;/span&gt;: -50&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;--------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://s694.photobucket.com/albums/vv304/acamua/?action=view&amp;amp;current=Untitled-7.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i694.photobucket.com/albums/vv304/acamua/Untitled-7.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Ivan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think this was one of the most seirous ones, did it without much hesitation (unlike Xander, who thought I was a virus bot).  The first time I've seen a black man look half French in a drawing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Drawing Age&lt;/span&gt;: 16&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;--------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://s694.photobucket.com/albums/vv304/acamua/?action=view&amp;amp;current=supermanlenny.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i694.photobucket.com/albums/vv304/acamua/supermanlenny.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Lenny&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheated. I said paint. Zero points for effort, zero for final product.  Now he looks like a cherry ripe with the chocolate sucked off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Drawing Age&lt;/span&gt;: ???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After receiving these, I drew the conclusion.. that I like chicken flavoured twisties, and that maccas nuggets are worth every cent.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kthx&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;sigh (10q jc for your valuable input)&lt;/span&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/6871731973395741703-4708027004589002990?l=its-adrian.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://its-adrian.blogspot.com/feeds/4708027004589002990/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6871731973395741703&amp;postID=4708027004589002990&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6871731973395741703/posts/default/4708027004589002990'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6871731973395741703/posts/default/4708027004589002990'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://its-adrian.blogspot.com/2009/04/floating-in-sea-of-wrong.html' title='Floating in the sea of Wrong'/><author><name>Adrian C.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11606128147481601920</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PUSukbBvy6U/Ss2kh0sjAiI/AAAAAAAAAQo/b8QeOIHuvW8/s1600-R/rtp5dl.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6871731973395741703.post-3385923683171570179</id><published>2009-04-01T19:47:00.001+11:00</published><updated>2009-04-04T16:15:31.564+11:00</updated><title type='text'>Project Weightless</title><content type='html'>IT Cruise was last week. Went with the IT boys (and girls) to that. The free pizza and beer meant another excuse to get smashed.  It was fun, well I had fun, more than I thought I would.  It ended around 10.40ish, and left with Jismine to accompany her on the way back to her other party.  Possible thought of rapists of being mugged was out of the question for the hobbit.  But I had fun. Met some new people so tops to that.  Some random photo's from that, and a photo from LK outing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PUSukbBvy6U/SdbbHPbVb1I/AAAAAAAAAFE/0vfo_NMxe6Y/s1600-h/2611_66041341716_702311716_2105826_74298_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 362px; height: 271px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PUSukbBvy6U/SdbbHPbVb1I/AAAAAAAAAFE/0vfo_NMxe6Y/s400/2611_66041341716_702311716_2105826_74298_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320680927231569746" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PUSukbBvy6U/SdbbHaylXMI/AAAAAAAAAFM/P4cM3_tSO88/s1600-h/2645_148326740474_742180474_6508408_5570437_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 362px; height: 272px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PUSukbBvy6U/SdbbHaylXMI/AAAAAAAAAFM/P4cM3_tSO88/s400/2645_148326740474_742180474_6508408_5570437_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320680930281872578" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PUSukbBvy6U/SdbrzHyfrzI/AAAAAAAAAFc/Yd7E-SInrKY/s1600-h/2663_66304691820_571351820_2135593_1782239_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 363px; height: 272px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PUSukbBvy6U/SdbrzHyfrzI/AAAAAAAAAFc/Yd7E-SInrKY/s400/2663_66304691820_571351820_2135593_1782239_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320699273281515314" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chilled at &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Jean&lt;/span&gt;'s house on Sat night.  Gave her some movies, tried to convince &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Lenny &lt;/span&gt;to drive there.  We almost succeeded until he signed back on MSN saying he had accounting hw to do?  Okay!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I have listened to the song '&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Weightless&lt;/span&gt;' by &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;All Time Low&lt;/span&gt; over so many times and the chorus just hits me like crazy everytime I hear it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Maybe it's not my weekend,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But it's gonna be my year&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I'm so sick of watching&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While the minutes pass&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I go nowhere&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And this is my reaction&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To everything I fear&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Cause I've been going crazy&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't wanna waste another minute here&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First two lines give a sort of bittersweet vibe.  Still being in Q1 of 2009, it makes me want to just take opportunities, or even just create small ones.  *Cue Yes Man*.  Makes you forget abouttt anything in the present. Don't deal with the bs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Maria &lt;/span&gt;and &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Kathy&lt;/span&gt;'s bdays coming up. Kathy's is 1950's and I'm ok for 1920's era.. but.. I don't think I have anything &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;remotely &lt;/span&gt;50's... well I at least I don't think I have anything that'll make me look like I do.  IDEAS?! IDEAS?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DAMN THESE ASSIGNMENTS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kthx&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;fry&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6871731973395741703-3385923683171570179?l=its-adrian.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://its-adrian.blogspot.com/feeds/3385923683171570179/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6871731973395741703&amp;postID=3385923683171570179&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6871731973395741703/posts/default/3385923683171570179'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6871731973395741703/posts/default/3385923683171570179'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://its-adrian.blogspot.com/2009/04/project-weightless.html' title='Project Weightless'/><author><name>Adrian C.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11606128147481601920</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PUSukbBvy6U/Ss2kh0sjAiI/AAAAAAAAAQo/b8QeOIHuvW8/s1600-R/rtp5dl.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PUSukbBvy6U/SdbbHPbVb1I/AAAAAAAAAFE/0vfo_NMxe6Y/s72-c/2611_66041341716_702311716_2105826_74298_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6871731973395741703.post-6993825745744400256</id><published>2009-03-22T10:43:00.001+11:00</published><updated>2009-03-22T12:52:41.270+11:00</updated><title type='text'>Wentworth Falls, Blue Mountains</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;Bushwalk Extreme&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Starting Point:&lt;/span&gt; Conservation Hut&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Track Intended: &lt;/span&gt;Valley of the Waters Nature Track&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Finishing Point: &lt;/span&gt;Conservation Hut&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Length/Duration/Grade:&lt;/span&gt; 4km Circuit / 3 hours / Medium grade walk&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, by "&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;medium&lt;/span&gt;" it means, some steps and stairs.  For people who walk occasionally. We thought okay, we're doing this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Although by the end of the day, this is how it &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;ended&lt;/u&gt; &lt;/span&gt;up being:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Starting Point:&lt;/span&gt; Conservation Hut&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Track Taken:&lt;/span&gt; Valley of the Waters Nature Track + Wentworth Pass + National Pass (a bit of it) + Burrell Dr + Short Cut Track&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Finishing Point: &lt;/span&gt;Conservation Hut&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Length/Duration/Grade: &lt;/span&gt; ~10km / ~5 hours / Hard grade walk&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Given the weather conditions, we figured we would be in for a decent day of walking.  First idiotic mistake was using the old busted 50 year old toilets just before we started... only to find the cleaner, more modern toilets inside the Cafe/Conservation Hut which was literally 10m away. /facepalm&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We ate some spring rolls, grapes and pods just to give our bodies a last minute energy surge.  From there our trek into unknown territory commenced.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;div style="overflow: auto; height: 600px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i694.photobucket.com/albums/vv304/acamua/IMG_0826.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That sign is a little wrong.. well compared to our information.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i694.photobucket.com/albums/vv304/acamua/IMG_0829.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went on 4 of those.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i694.photobucket.com/albums/vv304/acamua/IMG_0830.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Starting off easy...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Initially the track began relatively easy.  The wide large steps that descended into the valley made it obvious then, that this probably wasn't going to be the strenuous exercise I had envisioned.  But I was wrong.  Walking along the main track opened up doors to detours that just asked to be taken.  So whilst Jasmine probably objected to the idea of taking wrong turns or killing unnecessary time, Lenny and I proceeded to explore and the outcome was worth it.  For the most part it took us to views that wasn't made for lookout points for the general public, also allowed us to discover an old site used to "sacrifice children".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;div style="overflow: auto; height: 600px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i694.photobucket.com/albums/vv304/acamua/IMG_0842.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next to the cliff edge.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i694.photobucket.com/albums/vv304/acamua/IMG_0846.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lenny falling asleep 1m from the edge.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i694.photobucket.com/albums/vv304/acamua/IMG_0848.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Viewtiful&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i694.photobucket.com/albums/vv304/acamua/IMG_0860.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of the lookouts&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i694.photobucket.com/albums/vv304/acamua/IMG_0871.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Santstone.  The Rock formation was awesome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i694.photobucket.com/albums/vv304/acamua/IMG_0872.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I only took this photo to give the impression I was climbing up, but we went down these.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Resumed our walk, we often stopped to admire and observe the views, rock formation, and carvings made into the rocks..... not by the indigenous people, but by people who've tagged their names.  About an hour into the walk, I was already breaking a sweat.  Damn, about &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;15 MINUTES&lt;/span&gt; into the walk I already was.  But anyway, by this time, we still had plenty of energy left (only because it was going down the valley), we had experienced a number of &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;fairly &lt;/span&gt;big steps that required a bit of precaution because the rocks were wet and covered in moss, or as Jasmine would say "&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;moss covered in rocks&lt;/span&gt;".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lower down the valley it got &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;very &lt;/span&gt;dense, this accounted for a change in everything. The coolness and the moisture gave us the cooldown we needed.  The ground water and moist also introduced mud.  This sucked because it meant &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;slippery &lt;/span&gt;grounds and forcing us to go around the mud because we're so &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;conscious &lt;/span&gt;about the shoes we wore.  LOl.  Heading along down we encountered our first waterfall which was being used for &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;wetsuit-clad abseilers&lt;/span&gt;.  We watched them for a bit before taking our first break.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;div style="overflow: auto; height: 600px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i694.photobucket.com/albums/vv304/acamua/IMG_0884.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Moss covered rocks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i694.photobucket.com/albums/vv304/acamua/IMG_0899.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gladiator challenge #1&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i694.photobucket.com/albums/vv304/acamua/IMG_0919.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jasmine told us to tie our shoes and look in random directions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i694.photobucket.com/albums/vv304/acamua/IMG_0920.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ate some more grapes and &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Pods&lt;/span&gt;, then resumed our walk.  10 minutes later, we came across another waterfall (I'm not sure if that's the right term to describe these type of falls), that gave off an awesome view on the opposite end (above).  Being the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;unsafe &lt;/span&gt;rebels that we were, we climbed over the fence to take a closer look, and at the part of the cliff/drop where the water falls, was a broken tree lying on its side sticking out about 3m off the edge with about a 5m drop below (pic below).  It wasn't much but if you stacked it on that and fell, or if the tree fell, you wouldn't be able to stop yourself from going all the way to the bottom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So being the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;enthusastic &lt;/span&gt;photo-op capturer that I am, sat on the tree to test it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;div style="overflow: auto; height: 600px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i694.photobucket.com/albums/vv304/acamua/IMG_0915.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Making sure it was stable.   Yep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i694.photobucket.com/albums/vv304/acamua/IMG_0930.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We threw leaves into the stream and watched them get stuck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i694.photobucket.com/albums/vv304/acamua/IMG_0932.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ancient tomb.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i694.photobucket.com/albums/vv304/acamua/IMG_0937.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sad, confused Jasmine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i694.photobucket.com/albums/vv304/acamua/IMG_0952.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The bridge we were expected to walk across (smaller than you think).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Making our way further down, we came by other visitors walking in the opposite direction and asked how much further it was to &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Wentworth Falls&lt;/span&gt;.  A couple of Americans told us &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;45-60&lt;/span&gt; minutes.  So we continued our trek.  We made our way down to this small river/creek that we had to cross, but didn't really look like the track progressed any further. We had our doubts, but spotted the small 1&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;0x10cm icon&lt;/span&gt; that signified that the track was here.  -.-  Climbed over some huge ass boulders and carried on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;div style="overflow: auto; height: 600px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i694.photobucket.com/albums/vv304/acamua/IMG_0958.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Looking at this now is nothing compared to the strenuous climb at the end.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i694.photobucket.com/albums/vv304/acamua/IMG_0967.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I like this shot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bumped into 2 girls and asked them how much further it was to the falls.  They told us about &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;3 minutes&lt;/span&gt;, so a part of me was cheering, and then warned us about some steep stairs/&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;ladders&lt;/span&gt; and ropes that you had to use to climb up back to the top.  I thought &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;AWESOME, BRING ON THE CHALLENGE.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;About an hour later we eventually reached &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Wentworth Falls&lt;/span&gt;, where some Korean/Japanese dudes were taking photographs.  The waterfall itself was &lt;u&gt;spec-tac-u-larrrrrr&lt;/u&gt;.  Would've went in the water if we had a change of clothes, but didn't so we spent some time there then began our ascent up the mountain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;div style="overflow: auto; height: 600px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i694.photobucket.com/albums/vv304/acamua/IMG_0972.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wentworth Falls&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i694.photobucket.com/albums/vv304/acamua/IMG_0975.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LJA, or.. JAL? Japan Airlines? No.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i694.photobucket.com/albums/vv304/acamua/IMG_0986.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also like this shot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i694.photobucket.com/albums/vv304/acamua/IMG_0992.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Sensible" footwear indeed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;This is the point where a little part inside of me died.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Walked up &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Slack's Stairs&lt;/span&gt; and hit our first fork in the road in our uphill climb.  We spotted a sign and it said "&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Experienced Walkers Only&lt;/span&gt;".  By this point we knew we had taken a different track to what we had intended to take in the beginning.  Asked another passerby and told us to go right, so we did.  This took us along the side of the cliff, and then reached what I considered to be the biggest &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;bitch&lt;/span&gt; of the walk.  The steep incline of steps, that almost would be considered a series of ladders, ascended about 200m+, and that wasn't even to the top of the cliff.  The idea that put me off wasn't the fact that was at an 85 degree angle, but the fact that these steps came in about ~20 steps at a time, and there was a shitload of them to climb up.  Although after every set, came another great view.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-4f1c6f862ff0b4a7" 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://v16.nonxt6.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D4f1c6f862ff0b4a7%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331524889%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D69807ED4289A518377C7A887CE216C21B9D0A3FD.335525D29A098AD306CC0E8C8E2A3A5B453F513F%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D4f1c6f862ff0b4a7%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3Dr0qHeaX9SgNVSqU6DaMLUrSgjZc&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://v16.nonxt6.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D4f1c6f862ff0b4a7%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331524889%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D69807ED4289A518377C7A887CE216C21B9D0A3FD.335525D29A098AD306CC0E8C8E2A3A5B453F513F%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D4f1c6f862ff0b4a7%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3Dr0qHeaX9SgNVSqU6DaMLUrSgjZc&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Using a rope tied to a tree to climb up this rock.&lt;br /&gt;lol poor Jismine&lt;br /&gt;"Are you serious? I have to do this?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;div style="overflow: auto; height: 600px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i694.photobucket.com/albums/vv304/acamua/IMG_1001.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Steep stairs. Or ladders. Whatever they were.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i694.photobucket.com/albums/vv304/acamua/IMG_1007.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I look so orange.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i694.photobucket.com/albums/vv304/acamua/IMG_1010.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i694.photobucket.com/albums/vv304/acamua/IMG_1015.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me taking a break every 2 minutes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i694.photobucket.com/albums/vv304/acamua/IMG_1017.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Jasmine &lt;/span&gt;was leading us and I figured she had &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;no problem&lt;/span&gt; climbing these, same with &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Lenny&lt;/span&gt;.  But I was struggling hard by the half way point.  I was the one mostly asking to take breaks after every 2-3 sets.  For every 5 minute break we took, it replenished about 3-4 sets of steps worth of energy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-d048fb7007f853ab" 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://v12.nonxt1.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Dd048fb7007f853ab%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331524889%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D135B8658CBA388E60D5800C4FE63BA8A32ABA5E.6614B24D6642287CF54604CB3D4DFD722DB14616%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Dd048fb7007f853ab%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3D3KwuRdM6Y43OJqPShJa-npMQLNo&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://v12.nonxt1.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Dd048fb7007f853ab%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331524889%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D135B8658CBA388E60D5800C4FE63BA8A32ABA5E.6614B24D6642287CF54604CB3D4DFD722DB14616%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Dd048fb7007f853ab%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3D3KwuRdM6Y43OJqPShJa-npMQLNo&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My Darth Vader breathing again.  Although I'm pretty sure all of us complained at one point.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was almost on the verge of &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;collapsing&lt;/span&gt;.  Not really, but to the point where I could feel a pulsating sensation in my ears.  After finally making up to the top, this indicated another resting point.  We bought ice cream and made our way to the &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Short Cut Track&lt;/span&gt; back to the &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Conservation Hut&lt;/span&gt; (our starting point).  We cut this 20minute walk short by &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;running &lt;/span&gt;up the last flight of stairs. Which was still a huge set.  But they weren't the steep ones.  Just the normal 1m^2 huge steps.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i694.photobucket.com/albums/vv304/acamua/IMG_1021.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Final photo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By now, I just wanted to get in the car and sit down.  This experience, although put so much stress on my legs in the climb, is one I would do again.  Although next time, I'll come prepared.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i42.tinypic.com/30hprpv.jpg" alt="Image and video hosting by TinyPic" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The track we took.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;kthx&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;pie&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6871731973395741703-6993825745744400256?l=its-adrian.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=4f1c6f862ff0b4a7&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=d048fb7007f853ab&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://its-adrian.blogspot.com/feeds/6993825745744400256/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6871731973395741703&amp;postID=6993825745744400256&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6871731973395741703/posts/default/6993825745744400256'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6871731973395741703/posts/default/6993825745744400256'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://its-adrian.blogspot.com/2009/03/wentworth-falls-blue-mountains.html' title='Wentworth Falls, Blue Mountains'/><author><name>Adrian C.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11606128147481601920</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PUSukbBvy6U/Ss2kh0sjAiI/AAAAAAAAAQo/b8QeOIHuvW8/s1600-R/rtp5dl.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i42.tinypic.com/30hprpv_th.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6871731973395741703.post-4517330012595425889</id><published>2009-03-18T20:23:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2009-03-21T10:41:57.859+11:00</updated><title type='text'>This desolations driving you insane</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Currently listening to:  &lt;/span&gt;The Waiting Game - Waiting&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I recently discovered this song to be on my iPod, and its skyrocketed to become my favourite song this week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Thursday, 12th March 2009&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last week was Back 2 School event at UTS, plus the fair.  UTS had a couple of free rides, which was okay, but for the most part, they should invest in hiring more.  The &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;spinning ride &lt;/span&gt;was awesome, as shown below.  Imagine a normal ride with 4 arms, and these arms spin in a clockwise motion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i42.tinypic.com/5uocnl.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now add another &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;4 arms&lt;/span&gt; to those arms, and you have all sorts of shit happening to your body if you sit on the outside of those seats.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i43.tinypic.com/21ep4id.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Thats where I was&lt;/u&gt;. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; Nam&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Tim &lt;/span&gt;and I all got into one seat, and I pretty much got owned.  It wasn't until a few hours later that the right side of my body started to ache.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Afterwards went to UTS Glasshouse Bar for the Back 2 School event.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 405px; height: 540px;" src="http://i44.tinypic.com/54ufyq.jpg" alt="Image and video hosting by TinyPic" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Birrong Girls + Patrician Brothers&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PUSukbBvy6U/ScQo1G7jBHI/AAAAAAAAAE8/CFTfOTe6LbA/s1600-h/IMG_2788.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PUSukbBvy6U/ScQo1G7jBHI/AAAAAAAAAE8/CFTfOTe6LbA/s400/IMG_2788.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315418353062577266" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;http: com="" jpg=""&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;*****&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Tuesday, 17th March 2009&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;St. Patricks Day&lt;/span&gt; last Tuesday, so in light of the tradition, I wore &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51); font-weight: bold;"&gt;green&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Lots of stuff happened, so in summary:&lt;br /&gt;- Bumped into &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Rheanne &lt;/span&gt;on the train who wasn't wearing green, but &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;blue &lt;/span&gt;and &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;yellow&lt;/span&gt;, so for those that even have a basic knowledge of colour mixing.. then work it out.&lt;br /&gt;- Had Sushi with &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Wendy&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Yifei&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Kay &lt;/span&gt;(kathy) and &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Albert &lt;/span&gt;with student discount.&lt;br /&gt;- Saw &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Jasmine&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Tim &lt;/span&gt;and &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Nam &lt;/span&gt;also wearing green. :D&lt;br /&gt;- Chilled with &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Kay &lt;/span&gt;for 3 hours since her class got rescheduled.&lt;br /&gt;- And then went home with &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Jasmine&lt;/span&gt;, and bumped into &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;JULIE&lt;/span&gt;.  Holy wow. Totally unexpected.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;*****&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;kthx&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;why&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/http:&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6871731973395741703-4517330012595425889?l=its-adrian.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://its-adrian.blogspot.com/feeds/4517330012595425889/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6871731973395741703&amp;postID=4517330012595425889&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6871731973395741703/posts/default/4517330012595425889'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6871731973395741703/posts/default/4517330012595425889'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://its-adrian.blogspot.com/2009/03/this-desolations-driving-you-insane.html' title='This desolations driving you insane'/><author><name>Adrian C.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11606128147481601920</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PUSukbBvy6U/Ss2kh0sjAiI/AAAAAAAAAQo/b8QeOIHuvW8/s1600-R/rtp5dl.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i42.tinypic.com/5uocnl_th.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6871731973395741703.post-1818758850682211626</id><published>2009-03-12T22:08:00.002+11:00</published><updated>2009-03-13T00:20:13.227+11:00</updated><title type='text'>My Top 8 Childhood TV Theme Songs</title><content type='html'>First thing I wanna get out of the way - new banner constitutes for new outlook.  It makes me feel relaxed. So there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, this topic I discussed with a few people because when I look at the shows on ABC1 and ABC2 now... I find trash served with a cup of piss.  I look back at the 90's when I would come home from school and turn on the TV, I anticipate to be immersed in an afternoon full of awesomeness until 6pm Simpsons would come on, from there on after, it was Neighbours, from which my afternoon-awesomeness block ended (before it).  Because Neighbours is also trash.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some of these shows were aired in the morning too, so whatever, I'll just include them:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;8. Rocko's Modern Life&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/6qOYkANy8lI&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/6qOYkANy8lI&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Garbage day is a very dangerous day." Rocko was voiced by an American.  I demand justice.  But anyway, entertaining show in the likes and weirdness of Ren &amp;amp; Stimpy (but not to &lt;br /&gt;that extent).  THAT WAS A HOOT!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;7. Arthur&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Q87JojREMfY&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Q87JojREMfY&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I wanted to walk down the street as if I'd just won $1,000,000, this would be the song I would probably listen to*.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;*given the circumstance that this was the only song on my iPod&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;6. Feral TV/The Ferals&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/dK4nuJ_b6d4&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/dK4nuJ_b6d4&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just found out they only aired 18 episodes for this show.  Wow, expected it to last longer than that.  But this had an awesome theme song, even if it went for about 20 seconds, it was catchy.  Rattus was my fave.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;5. Round the Twist&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/VdTGl47zl0M&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/VdTGl47zl0M&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Have you ever... ever felt like this?" YES I HAVE.  New or old actors, I don't care, the stories and theme song did it justice for me.  My bro owns the DVD boxset, but I haven't gotten around to watching it yet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;4. Rugrats (new AND old theme)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/nO28Pi7ZzCU&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/nO28Pi7ZzCU&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If this was randomly played at a concert or something, who wouldn't recognise this tune?  Assclowns with no childhood.  I found the new theme to be just as good because it portrayed the growth and just how far the Rugrats have come, also alluding to the fact that those who watched it with the original theme, were probably close to teens now (like I was) so it gave an edge to an already awesome intro.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;3. Babar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/mMtO_oWdnu8&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/mMtO_oWdnu8&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been wanting to learn this song on piano/keyboard.. and I sort of have but it still doesn't sound like this..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;2. Captain Planet&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/oO41GWNePDI&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/oO41GWNePDI&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you heard someone openly belt out this song in public, it would most likely put a smile to your face.  The concept of the five Planeteers with magic rings, used to summon a being that slowly dies by a splash of pollution... amazing.  But anyway, catchy theme song that I would join in if someone sang.  I wouldn't change channel until I heard the DIC at the end.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Power Rangers&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed style="height: 344px ! important; width: 425px ! important;" src="http://xml.truveo.com/eb/i/3809583348/a/58ef677afb89fc040e3dec6de7dd6c26/p/1" quality="high" bgcolor="#000000" allowscriptaccess="sameDomain" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" pluginspage="http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer" width="425" align="middle" height="347"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Music for when you're lifting weights, moments when you muster up the courage to do whatever you want, times when you're eating bricks and flies for breakfast.  Whatever the situation, it does get you pumped, and it deserves to be #1 on my list. I also just recently found out Trini (yellow ranger) died in a car accident. RIP.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Honourable Mentions:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Johnson and Friends&lt;br /&gt;The Book Place&lt;br /&gt;Samurai Pizza Cats&lt;br /&gt;Little Lulu&lt;br /&gt;Madeline&lt;br /&gt;Ducktales&lt;br /&gt;Gummi Bears&lt;br /&gt;Bangers and Mash&lt;br /&gt;Lift Off&lt;br /&gt;Pokemon&lt;br /&gt;Wayne Manifesto&lt;br /&gt;Genie from Down Under&lt;br /&gt;Noddy&lt;br /&gt;Bump in the Night&lt;br /&gt;Angry Beavers&lt;br /&gt;Home Improvement&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kthx&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;bye&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6871731973395741703-1818758850682211626?l=its-adrian.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://its-adrian.blogspot.com/feeds/1818758850682211626/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6871731973395741703&amp;postID=1818758850682211626&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6871731973395741703/posts/default/1818758850682211626'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6871731973395741703/posts/default/1818758850682211626'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://its-adrian.blogspot.com/2009/03/my-top-8-childhood-tv-theme-songs.html' title='My Top 8 Childhood TV Theme Songs'/><author><name>Adrian C.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11606128147481601920</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PUSukbBvy6U/Ss2kh0sjAiI/AAAAAAAAAQo/b8QeOIHuvW8/s1600-R/rtp5dl.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6871731973395741703.post-361535544797204129</id><published>2009-03-08T09:27:00.005+11:00</published><updated>2009-03-08T22:57:47.682+11:00</updated><title type='text'>I said how 'bout we get away</title><content type='html'>Was &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Christians &lt;/span&gt;Bday last Friday.  Got picked up by &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Lenny &lt;/span&gt;early so we could help Jeaneline cook and prepare for the party.  In the car, we played the game where you had to try and name as much movies starting with a particular letter.  I think I picked 'A', and I struggled to even name one.  ONE. /facepalm. That was appalling on my behalf, I had a total mind blank.  =\ Anyway, overall was a fun party, they had Wii, kareoke, and Guitar Hero World Tour set up so everyone was having a blast.  I dominated the mic at the end but not everyone got to see my &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;in-key-and-worthy-of-a-band-that-sucks&lt;/span&gt; vocals. Also saw some familiar faces and met some new ones&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;!&lt;/span&gt; So that was awesomee.  Also, sorry to &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Wendy &lt;/span&gt;I couldn't go Mardi Gras with you and co.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, lately every time I've looked at the clock it always says &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;XX:34&lt;/span&gt;.  I don't want to sound like &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Jim Carrey&lt;/span&gt; in The Number 23, as if its freaking me out, but its getting to the point where I want answers explaining this series of coincidence. HAHA. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Jelli &lt;/span&gt;tells me 34 is bad luck in Chinese, but told me that I'm "&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;not Chinese&lt;/span&gt;" anyway - but that didn't stop my friends and I from going to Star City on &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;08/08/08&lt;/span&gt;.  Anyway, I really hope it isn't bad luck, and that I'm just overlooking the possibility that something &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;amazingly awesome (hint/nudge/wink)&lt;/span&gt; will happen on &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;April 3&lt;/span&gt;. teheh.    It could happen. Well something better.  It happens to be a Friday.  I don't have uni on Friday, what gives?  I'M TALKING TO YOU, FATE AND DESTINY. Assholes. *shakes fist*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I think I'm due for a new banner.. or so it seems, I've made a draft of possibilities:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i42.tinypic.com/72gmlf.jpg" alt="Image and video hosting by TinyPic" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kay tanks &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;pie.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS.  I killed a cockroach.  You hear that, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Jasmine&lt;/span&gt;? Just reminding you...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6871731973395741703-361535544797204129?l=its-adrian.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://its-adrian.blogspot.com/feeds/361535544797204129/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6871731973395741703&amp;postID=361535544797204129&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6871731973395741703/posts/default/361535544797204129'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6871731973395741703/posts/default/361535544797204129'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://its-adrian.blogspot.com/2009/03/i-said-how-bout-we-get-away.html' title='I said how &apos;bout we get away'/><author><name>Adrian C.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11606128147481601920</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PUSukbBvy6U/Ss2kh0sjAiI/AAAAAAAAAQo/b8QeOIHuvW8/s1600-R/rtp5dl.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i42.tinypic.com/72gmlf_th.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6871731973395741703.post-3426251406769868499</id><published>2009-03-03T00:15:00.002+11:00</published><updated>2009-03-03T00:17:22.738+11:00</updated><title type='text'>The Perfect Scene</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://i42.tinypic.com/167o2et.jpg" alt="Image and video hosting by TinyPic" border="1" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kthx&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;bye&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6871731973395741703-3426251406769868499?l=its-adrian.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://its-adrian.blogspot.com/feeds/3426251406769868499/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6871731973395741703&amp;postID=3426251406769868499&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6871731973395741703/posts/default/3426251406769868499'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6871731973395741703/posts/default/3426251406769868499'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://its-adrian.blogspot.com/2009/03/perfect-scene.html' title='The Perfect Scene'/><author><name>Adrian C.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11606128147481601920</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PUSukbBvy6U/Ss2kh0sjAiI/AAAAAAAAAQo/b8QeOIHuvW8/s1600-R/rtp5dl.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i42.tinypic.com/167o2et_th.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6871731973395741703.post-5685748866528899356</id><published>2009-02-27T20:49:00.004+11:00</published><updated>2009-02-27T21:22:08.522+11:00</updated><title type='text'>Hawaii + California [February 2009]</title><content type='html'>About 90+ images so yeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So my trip began in &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Hawaii&lt;/span&gt;.  Weather was great, plenty of Japanese chicks around, overall it was so much fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;div style="overflow: auto; height: 600px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i42.tinypic.com/mh94aw.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No. We flew JETSTAR.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i44.tinypic.com/spu8so.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Decoding the fun. ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i44.tinypic.com/1z1fuy1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our hotel, at Outrigger Reef!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i40.tinypic.com/2mm90l1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Crater in the background that we didn't get to visit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i40.tinypic.com/x20uh1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bean shaped pool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i44.tinypic.com/167a1wy.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Find me, and you are awesome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i40.tinypic.com/racdjc.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Down at the (rocky) beach.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i42.tinypic.com/3096dy9.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NFL Player Larry Fitzgerald was at our hotel!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i39.tinypic.com/eld72h.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dad and mum @ sunset.  For the amazing sight that it was, a lot of people come out at this time to witness the sunset because it really is a great view that just takes your breath away (if you're actually there)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i40.tinypic.com/2zfvn9e.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My random shot of a couple silhouette.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i39.tinypic.com/6sz215.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My family!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i44.tinypic.com/x5cped.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Very yellow.. suns almost down aye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i40.tinypic.com/103vino.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My silhouette.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i44.tinypic.com/2ec1baa.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dad and I&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i44.tinypic.com/qs4bnn.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A photo of someone taking a photo of someone taking a photo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i43.tinypic.com/k2hett.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Giant balls of fire.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i43.tinypic.com/2evxlzm.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What it looks like after the sun goes down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i42.tinypic.com/votxc4.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dad driving in Hawaii on the wrong side of the road.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i42.tinypic.com/ztiqtc.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i44.tinypic.com/f9qijo.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dole Pineapple plantation!  Even though I used to remove the pineapples from my Hawaiian pizzas!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i40.tinypic.com/nqqkh5.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our rented car. Pontiac G6 GT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i41.tinypic.com/nponsz.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Luxury.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i39.tinypic.com/29cw1vl.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Drivin' around Hawaii.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i42.tinypic.com/2cmsltj.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wouldn't think it was Hawaii, but it is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i40.tinypic.com/20h8w10.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheesy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i42.tinypic.com/5wxg2b.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nigel, much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i42.tinypic.com/14kh105.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These waves were massive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i39.tinypic.com/309j7ys.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kualua Ranch (or something), locations where movies such as Jurassic Park, 50 First Dates, Might Joe Young (and so many more) were shot!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i41.tinypic.com/jife9t.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bro and mum.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i42.tinypic.com/qq4uw2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kualoa Ranch.. I was close.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i43.tinypic.com/2ylk8xd.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How we got around...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i39.tinypic.com/23r47lg.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Movie tour bus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i43.tinypic.com/2hqw22c.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Actually.. its the magic school bus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i41.tinypic.com/1zzrrip.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A cheese factory... well what was left of it after WWII.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i40.tinypic.com/b8o94n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We climbed up that mountain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i42.tinypic.com/68r7v7.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The rustbucket that we took.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i43.tinypic.com/ibj67r.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Marijuana farm.  Actually it's where the flowers for the lei are grown. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i44.tinypic.com/2a0f59y.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The two kissing gorillas (if you can see them :))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i44.tinypic.com/312y7tl.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THE LOG FROM JURASSIC PARK! The one that the kid, his sister and Sam Neill hid under during that stampede.. then the T-Rex ate one of the dinosaurs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i44.tinypic.com/349ex01.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Godzilla footprint!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i40.tinypic.com/2cfbp7p.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wallpaper!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i41.tinypic.com/1252ebl.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pro Bowl (not quite Superbowl) was in town.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i40.tinypic.com/sy5qq1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its too bad I only got to stand next to it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i41.tinypic.com/2vnnndt.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I so wanted to draw on this tree too, but had no pen/marker on me :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i43.tinypic.com/34t34gn.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mum copying me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i41.tinypic.com/lwaol.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our ride back to the airport, to head to California!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i42.tinypic.com/b4ym4m.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i43.tinypic.com/2w6w3v9.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i41.tinypic.com/dze4wz.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i44.tinypic.com/2rm2k3p.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now flying: Hawaiian airlines&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i43.tinypic.com/2wmgqy1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My current desktop wallpaper.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i42.tinypic.com/s5id84.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So relaxing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i43.tinypic.com/2rr01t5.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DISNEYLAND, YEAHH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i41.tinypic.com/2rhnxx2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A, for awesome.&lt;br /&gt;Oh and Adrian.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i40.tinypic.com/n3qg0g.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;California Adventure Park.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i42.tinypic.com/11v73vo.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Disneyland makes anyone feel all giddy inside.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i41.tinypic.com/2i0f8et.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOL.  This native american knows what I'm talking about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i44.tinypic.com/24g6m8w.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The black buzz lightyear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i41.tinypic.com/eqxw9h.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i43.tinypic.com/20utp3t.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of the coolest rides.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i42.tinypic.com/mm60lz.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i42.tinypic.com/35bseo8.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's a small world after all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i44.tinypic.com/s1hrf7.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Toon town!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i42.tinypic.com/r77nmt.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i41.tinypic.com/34nnmkl.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hard Rock Cafe @ Universal Studios.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i39.tinypic.com/30mc0vq.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another A.. for amazing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i40.tinypic.com/2vdh63p.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Barbie shop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i40.tinypic.com/vexcg9.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To coincide with the opening of the new Simpsons ride, they had a Kwik-E-Mart here. It was so cool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i39.tinypic.com/2m2tahl.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just hanging with my buddies..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i43.tinypic.com/jjs9x0.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Inside the Kwik-E-Mart. Too bad Apu wasn't here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i41.tinypic.com/o5as2d.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Buy 3 for the price of 3!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i41.tinypic.com/161hlix.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They sold DUFF. Which turned out to be just an energy drink.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i42.tinypic.com/106afcp.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AHH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i41.tinypic.com/28k0yv8.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i43.tinypic.com/25hfs6o.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When Marge knocked my glasses off my face when she tried to cover it. Stupid idiot in the costume.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i40.tinypic.com/2hg67n7.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Made me do a gay cheeky smile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i40.tinypic.com/2jaybdy.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Spongebob yeah..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i42.tinypic.com/110w4mb.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And Sully.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i42.tinypic.com/98vqq8.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aladdin: The Musical Spectacular! WAS ONE OF THE BEST ATTRACTIONS THERE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i41.tinypic.com/zo6ubt.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HSM3, with asians.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i39.tinypic.com/adl2mp.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our families' shadow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i43.tinypic.com/1e3mzd.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meeting up with UTC (whom I met from WYD last year). Jonathan and Criselda in this shot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i39.tinypic.com/10ieyat.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The couple-to-be (when I was there). Abby and Mark. They got married 5 days later so congrats to them!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i41.tinypic.com/123t82p.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cha, Gio, Tim, Me, Nikko, Jeanora, Alyssa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i39.tinypic.com/2uza64m.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Raven, Kim and Me pulling faces.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i42.tinypic.com/5yf3gl.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;... and again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i42.tinypic.com/v80z7k.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Same people before.. cept with Joyce now (if I remember right) @ the Pike, Long Beach.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i43.tinypic.com/9plw1e.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i41.tinypic.com/2q82bra.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our chauffer in LA, my dad's friend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i44.tinypic.com/2hsaem9.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heading back to Australia....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i42.tinypic.com/ei3uoj.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But who's luggage is that? (excuse the blurryness)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i39.tinypic.com/2e0thsi.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was freakin' Emery's. :D:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i39.tinypic.com/og040m.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This shot is out of place and I cbf putting it back in order, but here's me driving the Pontiac G6.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kthx&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;bye&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6871731973395741703-5685748866528899356?l=its-adrian.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://its-adrian.blogspot.com/feeds/5685748866528899356/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6871731973395741703&amp;postID=5685748866528899356&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6871731973395741703/posts/default/5685748866528899356'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6871731973395741703/posts/default/5685748866528899356'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://its-adrian.blogspot.com/2009/02/hawaii-california-february-2009.html' title='Hawaii + California [February 2009]'/><author><name>Adrian C.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11606128147481601920</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PUSukbBvy6U/Ss2kh0sjAiI/AAAAAAAAAQo/b8QeOIHuvW8/s1600-R/rtp5dl.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i42.tinypic.com/mh94aw_th.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6871731973395741703.post-5437301495371043355</id><published>2009-02-21T18:26:00.002+11:00</published><updated>2009-02-21T18:35:22.729+11:00</updated><title type='text'>LOOK HEREE ADRIAN.</title><content type='html'>Ughh, well I'm back from the states, with a bunch of pics that will take a while to upload, and comment, and whatever so I'll do that when I'm not feeling like I have a turtle up my nose.  Good to be back.  Thanks for the surprisingly time-consuming letter Jelz, and for the refreshingly heartfelt video Julie (as much as I had trouble getting to view it). Haha, much appreciated&lt;3.  Also to anyone else in Australia that gave me more of a reason to want to come back, haha. Yeah. But yeahnah, I had fun :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Note to self: Add pics soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Soundwave tomorrow.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6871731973395741703-5437301495371043355?l=its-adrian.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://its-adrian.blogspot.com/feeds/5437301495371043355/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6871731973395741703&amp;postID=5437301495371043355&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6871731973395741703/posts/default/5437301495371043355'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6871731973395741703/posts/default/5437301495371043355'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://its-adrian.blogspot.com/2009/02/look-heree-adrian.html' title='LOOK HEREE ADRIAN.'/><author><name>Adrian C.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11606128147481601920</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PUSukbBvy6U/Ss2kh0sjAiI/AAAAAAAAAQo/b8QeOIHuvW8/s1600-R/rtp5dl.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6871731973395741703.post-4429589573490604502</id><published>2009-02-03T07:41:00.001+11:00</published><updated>2009-02-03T12:40:33.041+11:00</updated><title type='text'>... Cos I'm leaving on a jetplane</title><content type='html'>NEW BANNERRZZZ. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; Lots &lt;/span&gt;of inside jokes, mainly referring to one person who will understand all of those, except the puzzle piece one - that was just stolen off an album cover that inspired me to even do that craptacular show of a banner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, few things happened in the past week or so, bowling with &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Lenny &lt;/span&gt;and &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Jeaneline&lt;/span&gt;, where I won all 3 games. Although by not much. Haha, &lt;u&gt;Wii Bowling skills&lt;/u&gt; ftw.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also hung out with the &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Joobster &lt;/span&gt;couple Fridays ago.  Always fun.  We met up at Parra, and eventually made our way to the city.  It was freaking hot in the tin can of a train.  The aircon was on but it seriously just circulated the hot air.  Eventually got there and went to CEO to sing K.  Hehe fun times, that went for a couple hours. Lots of stuff happened, then rode the monorail to &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Darling Harbour&lt;/span&gt; for a visit to the museum we've all been to a thousand times.  As much as we've been there, we still don't know a thing about the Navy, apart from the fact that boats can be made out of beer cans.  Buoyancy is not an issue here.  Afterwards we watched &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Role Models&lt;/span&gt;.  HAHA. Hilarious movie is hilarious.  But still maybe a 7/10.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went over her (new) house last Wednesday, watched a couple movies, mucked around etcetc. I don't know how 10 hours went by like that.  I want her piano. lol.  I want A piano.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anywayyy, its like 30 degrees over here... so spent yesterday at Royal Botanic Gardens for a picnic (with &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Glorz, Jaz, Lenz and I&lt;/span&gt;).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;div style="overflow: auto; height: 400px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i39.tinypic.com/qrzqs5.jpg" alt="Image and video hosting by TinyPic" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Opera House from Royal Botanic Gardens&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i43.tinypic.com/34nfpe9.jpg" alt="Image and video hosting by TinyPic" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tree climbing.. because this huge tree was just asking for it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i40.tinypic.com/2dkwt3o.jpg" alt="Image and video hosting by TinyPic" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jasmine's pro silhouette shot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i40.tinypic.com/15duwqv.jpg" alt="Image and video hosting by TinyPic" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After about 15 minutes of attempting to get up there, one of us finally makes it up.&lt;br /&gt;Had to get up from my shoulders to get up there.  Sadly, no gold in the tree.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i41.tinypic.com/5502a8.jpg" alt="Image and video hosting by TinyPic" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gloria getting some sun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i41.tinypic.com/dfgj0g.jpg" alt="Image and video hosting by TinyPic" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gloria's story was so intriguing, it put the others to sleep. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i43.tinypic.com/10515rk.jpg" alt="Image and video hosting by TinyPic" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lenny, Gloria, Jasmine, Adrian&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went swimming with high school friends after that, and played some Virtua Tennis on the PS3, haha.  I came second.  Dumb Jonno and his winners benefits. LOl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, Jiayings 19th Bday Bash tonight (HAPPY BDAY), and &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;America&lt;/span&gt; in 2 days! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is my excitement:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://i31.photobucket.com/albums/c397/darrkon/Technology/excited_about_atari.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I don't know whats more frightening, the immersed expression on the girls face playing the Atari; the boys &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;amazing&lt;/span&gt; Beatles haircut or the fact that the old man has successfully lured these kids to his home so he can receive some buttsecks at the same time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kthx&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;bye&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS. Project Something. &lt;a href="http://i42.tinypic.com/2lk5p4i.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;http://i42.tinypic.com/2lk5p4i.jpg&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6871731973395741703-4429589573490604502?l=its-adrian.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://its-adrian.blogspot.com/feeds/4429589573490604502/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6871731973395741703&amp;postID=4429589573490604502&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6871731973395741703/posts/default/4429589573490604502'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6871731973395741703/posts/default/4429589573490604502'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://its-adrian.blogspot.com/2009/02/cos-im-leaving-on-jetplane.html' title='... Cos I&apos;m leaving on a jetplane'/><author><name>Adrian C.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11606128147481601920</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PUSukbBvy6U/Ss2kh0sjAiI/AAAAAAAAAQo/b8QeOIHuvW8/s1600-R/rtp5dl.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i39.tinypic.com/qrzqs5_th.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6871731973395741703.post-135652025064948058</id><published>2009-01-22T18:20:00.006+11:00</published><updated>2009-01-23T00:53:41.904+11:00</updated><title type='text'>Kids and their Curiosity.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;14 days till Hawaii/California.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Forgot what day it was now, but went 'shopping' with &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Lenny &lt;/span&gt;and &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Shirley &lt;/span&gt;the other day last week, and during this time while &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Lenny &lt;/span&gt;and I were sitting down waiting for Shirley to come back, a random kid (from NZ) came up to us and kept eyeballing the glowstick necklace we won from &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Galaxy World&lt;/span&gt;. He &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;literally &lt;/span&gt;was standing 1m in front of us and just staring at it.  We exchange our greetings and told him if he wanted it, he had to ask his dad first, so he did, and grabbed it from us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later when &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Shirley &lt;/span&gt;came back, she ate some of her Starburst lollies in its bright yellow packaging, and the kid comes back and asks "&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;What's that yellow thing?&lt;/span&gt;" (pointing to the Starburst packet).  We told him it was lollies and, at the expense of sounding like pedo's, asked if he wanted some.  His dad immediately said no, because he was coming off a bit greedy. We then hurried off... :\&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;********&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last Friday we also managed to drag &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Gloria &lt;/span&gt;all the way out to the west, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Jasmine&lt;/span&gt;'s house to be exact, and go bike riding with us. LOL.  Quite a bad experience for her I guess, because it was blistering hot, and on the way back from the shops her bike chain came out of its place and Lenny and I were too far ahead to notice her little mishap.  Lucky Jasmine was there to walk with her back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Prior to that, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Jasmine &lt;/span&gt;made some carbonara which was tasty so thanks!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 408px; height: 305px;" src="http://i43.tinypic.com/i2lgzq.jpg" alt="Image and video hosting by TinyPic" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Only thing missing is ET.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;********&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Christian&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Jeaneline &lt;/span&gt;and &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Lenny &lt;/span&gt;came over last Sunday just out of boredom.  Since it was promised a while ago, Jeaneline baked a cake and brought it over. We played Wii (which was hilarious) and Xbox, and a bit of basketball, and also took Brownie for a walk to the nearby park.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 408px; height: 305px;" src="http://i43.tinypic.com/msg6kk.jpg" alt="Image and video hosting by TinyPic" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The cake is NOT a lie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 408px; height: 305px;" src="http://i44.tinypic.com/15dm5hz.jpg" alt="Image and video hosting by TinyPic" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 408px; height: 305px;" src="http://i41.tinypic.com/rswpso.jpg" alt="Image and video hosting by TinyPic" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Headbands? On a guy dog? Really?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That was also tasty. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; Lenny &lt;/span&gt;also ate some of Brownie's Schmacko's as seen below:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-fe0654b9d1a004c3" 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.nonxt5.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Dfe0654b9d1a004c3%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331524889%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D6FA4C311E4C5170D26613CB0A23BFBB486F8C7A5.6608D05679B61D1F0D9502ABE56B1C1A78E8BDE5%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Dfe0654b9d1a004c3%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DQD233ExRwKYYeAgwDniu3LpmaJU&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.nonxt5.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Dfe0654b9d1a004c3%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331524889%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D6FA4C311E4C5170D26613CB0A23BFBB486F8C7A5.6608D05679B61D1F0D9502ABE56B1C1A78E8BDE5%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Dfe0654b9d1a004c3%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DQD233ExRwKYYeAgwDniu3LpmaJU&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;********&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Caught up with the &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Jellz0r &lt;/span&gt;yesterday.  Sang K for a couple hours, managed to get scores of 100 even when we weren't singing some of the verses to some songs.  Then just walked around.  Went to Market City and sat at the food court so I could get my 'souvenir' from &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;China&lt;/span&gt;.  Man, was I in for a surprise or what.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 408px; height: 305px;" src="http://i40.tinypic.com/2ryjzbr.jpg" alt="Image and video hosting by TinyPic" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But yeah, thanks for that. lol.  I walked around the Market City food court wearing them and got some weird looks thrown my way, but oh well.  All for kicks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kthx&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;bye&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS. Joobs get well soon. Pleasekthx.&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/6871731973395741703-135652025064948058?l=its-adrian.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=fe0654b9d1a004c3&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://its-adrian.blogspot.com/feeds/135652025064948058/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6871731973395741703&amp;postID=135652025064948058&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6871731973395741703/posts/default/135652025064948058'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6871731973395741703/posts/default/135652025064948058'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://its-adrian.blogspot.com/2009/01/kids-and-their-curiosity.html' title='Kids and their Curiosity.'/><author><name>Adrian C.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11606128147481601920</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PUSukbBvy6U/Ss2kh0sjAiI/AAAAAAAAAQo/b8QeOIHuvW8/s1600-R/rtp5dl.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i43.tinypic.com/i2lgzq_th.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6871731973395741703.post-2142141151315180406</id><published>2009-01-11T21:33:00.006+11:00</published><updated>2009-01-17T14:16:05.160+11:00</updated><title type='text'>My Top 8 Album Covers</title><content type='html'>I'm bored so this is just something I feel like blogging about.  I'm aware I don't have the usual top album cover veterans like Pink Floyd's 'Dark Side of the Moon, or Nirvana's 'Nevermind' album, while they are iconic, I've chosen mine based on other aspects (described) interpreted by me. So if the meaning behind an album cover is wrong, carefactor = zero.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;8. Thousand Foot Krutch - The Art of Breaking&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://ecx.images-amazon.com/images/I/51GGDDNMDRL.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 245px; height: 245px;" src="http://ecx.images-amazon.com/images/I/51GGDDNMDRL.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Just as the album title says, and in the cover, the girl's reaching into an unknown reality.  The Art of Breaking &lt;blank&gt;? Conformity? Bad Habits? Burdens? Tension?    ... Faces?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its ambiguous and I RIKE it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. E for Explosion - Reinventing the Heartbeat&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blank&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://ecx.images-amazon.com/images/I/51YEVP15HYL._SL500_AA240_.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 245px; height: 245px;" src="http://www.eyeballrecords.com/images.d/release/thumbnail/374/profile/efe2.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Up here for colour scheme and pure amazingness.  Similar to my number one spot, but doesn't quite get there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blank&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;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="font-weight: bold;"&gt;6. Eudora - The Silent Years&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blank&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://topalternative.ru/_bl/17/57666.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 242px; height: 242px;" src="http://topalternative.ru/_bl/17/57666.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Melodic punk act Eudora with this.  Who even knows why shes wearing a gas mask, but I like it anyway (I'm just being lazy, I tried to look it up but can't find anything).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blank&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;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="font-weight: bold;"&gt;5. Mae - Singularity&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blank&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.rockjamradio.cz/page/downloads/u166/mae_singularity.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 237px; height: 237px;" src="http://www.rockjamradio.cz/page/downloads/u166/mae_singularity.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Everything that exists out there gives us a reason to question - there's so much more for us to learn and understand. I suppose that's where this band got the 'Singularity' reference from.  Even if it does look like a scribble, what it means to anyone could be however they see it in &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;relation to their own lives&lt;/span&gt;.  Corruption?  Heartbreak?  Uncontrollable-ness?  Rebellion?  ... g0t rage?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blank&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Singularity simplicity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;4. The Fold - This Too Shall Pass&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blank&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://metes.files.wordpress.com/2007/09/thefold-this-too-shall-pass.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 241px; height: 239px;" src="http://metes.files.wordpress.com/2007/09/thefold-this-too-shall-pass.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;blank&gt;The album name is a phrase associated with some story about a ring (no, not LOTR -.-), so that's where the band got their album name from.  This cover, I had trouble choosing between this, and Anberlin's 'New Surrender' cover.  Both atmospheric in a sense, and Anberlin's title seems more meaningful and easier to dissect, but just the tone of colours in this captured my attention more.  It has a hint of bland, but not enough to make this album seem like a bore-fest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;3. The Starting Line - Direction&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blank&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.get2sammyb.co.uk/wp-content/tsl_direction.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 242px; height: 242px;" src="http://www.get2sammyb.co.uk/wp-content/tsl_direction.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I'm an instant fan of the picture alone, and having it rotated 90 degrees to coincide with the album title? Semi-genius.  Awesome bright yellow arrow too, just to make it less subtle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blank&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But seriously, I love it, its refreshing to see something (orientation) different done to an &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;untouched &lt;/span&gt;picture.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Awesome album too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;2. Brand New - Deja Entendu&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blank&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.devlounge.net/wp-content/uploads/2007/10/art7.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 242px; height: 242px;" src="http://www.devlounge.net/wp-content/uploads/2007/10/art7.gif" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Never would I have guessed where this came from.  Much like&lt;i&gt; &lt;/i&gt;how&lt;i&gt; &lt;/i&gt;&lt;i&gt;Déjà Vu &lt;/i&gt;translates to 'already seen', &lt;i&gt;Déjà Entendu &lt;/i&gt;means 'already heard'.  And its a take on modern rock.  Same stuff being juiced out eh? Whatever, if a floating baby in water can get famous, then a floating astronaut gets my vote.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blank&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;1. Mae - Destination: Beautiful&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blank&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i113.photobucket.com/albums/n213/svlove1/destinationbeautiful.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 244px; height: 244px;" src="http://images-eu.amazon.com/images/P/B00008BNUU.01.LZZZZZZZ.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Mae gets another spot in my list, this time number 1!  The colours, the name of the album, the text, the music, the bird silhouettes, I love it all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, OLD Mae is what I love, not this 'Singularity' trash (still, good cover).  Their music is perfect for springtime, and its just where I'd wanna be sometimes aye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blank&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Honourable Mentions:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;Anberlin - New Surrender&lt;br /&gt;UnderOath - Define the Great Line/Lost in the Sound of Separation&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;kthx&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;bye&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blank&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6871731973395741703-2142141151315180406?l=its-adrian.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://its-adrian.blogspot.com/feeds/2142141151315180406/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6871731973395741703&amp;postID=2142141151315180406&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6871731973395741703/posts/default/2142141151315180406'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6871731973395741703/posts/default/2142141151315180406'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://its-adrian.blogspot.com/2009/01/my-top-8-album-covers.html' title='My Top 8 Album Covers'/><author><name>Adrian C.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11606128147481601920</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PUSukbBvy6U/Ss2kh0sjAiI/AAAAAAAAAQo/b8QeOIHuvW8/s1600-R/rtp5dl.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6871731973395741703.post-2093835852368446466</id><published>2009-01-07T07:59:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2009-01-07T14:21:00.474+11:00</updated><title type='text'>I wish you would step back from that ledge my friend...</title><content type='html'>So last week (tuesday) I went to the Drive-In Cinemas with &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Lenny&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Jeaneline &lt;/span&gt;and &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Laurence &lt;/span&gt;to watch Bedtime Stories and Wall-E.  We came in our pjs cos we thought it'd be cool, even with all the blankets and pillows that Jeaneline brought along (and pizza).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, we got a pretty good spot, it was mine and &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Jeanelines &lt;/span&gt;first time there so we didn't know how everything worked.  Initially we were in the lot/lane with the speakers that hang over your window or something, everything was good until we realised we were parked too far from it, and the speakers were as good as teather-balls.  So Lenny adjusted his car.. until Jeaneline spotted the lot/lane that had the sound that supposedly 'plugs' into your car.   So we ditched the "flintstones" style speakers and drove over to that one.. only to find out it was just a cord with an end that plugged into absolutely nothing, so we drove back over to the flintstones speakers.  By this time, the family behind us must've been wondering "wtf are these kids doing?".  We were all over the place. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i42.tinypic.com/2wddpva.jpg" alt="Image and video hosting by TinyPic" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shoddy drawing, but oh well!&lt;br /&gt;Black dots = poles where the speakers are.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eventually, Lenny decided we weren't gonna move anymore no matter what, because &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Laurence&lt;/span&gt; was coming anyway (was still driving there).  Movie started and 2 of us sat in the back of &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Lenny&lt;/span&gt;'s boot (albiet a bit uncomfortable if facing forward), and 2 in &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Laurence&lt;/span&gt;'s stationwagon.  Bedtime stories was ok.  Better than Rob Schnieder's 'Big Stan' failure, and everyone but Laurence fell asleep during Wall-E since we've all seen it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The movie finished around 12, then headed to 2 different Maccas to use their toilet, but they were both closed, and &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Jeaneline &lt;/span&gt;was busting. LOL.  Eventually just went to &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Laurence&lt;/span&gt;'s house and chilled there for an hour or so until 2.30ish.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apart from that, got called into work a few times.  Bought my Canon IXUS 90IS.  Ate at some Spanish restaurant in the city for &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;mums&lt;/span&gt; bday, bummed at &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Jeanelines &lt;/span&gt;house on Sunday, where we unsuccesfully watched Finding Nemo, so we made a mango smoothie... which turned out okay.   Then filmed around the house 'MTV Cribs' style.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 327px; height: 434px;" src="http://i42.tinypic.com/dwf2td.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, thats a pretty big cloud.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, also went to drive-in movies again last night with Jasmine, Lenny, and Jeaneline.  We saw Yes Man and Four Holidays. Yes Man was better than I expected.  I just hope Jim Carrey sticks with his comedic side.  Before and during the intermission, we played taboo.  I think its safe to say that I owned (minus Jismine who knew all 10000 of the words anyway).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kthx&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;bye&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time to embrace the aircon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAWAII+CALI.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6871731973395741703-2093835852368446466?l=its-adrian.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://its-adrian.blogspot.com/feeds/2093835852368446466/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6871731973395741703&amp;postID=2093835852368446466&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6871731973395741703/posts/default/2093835852368446466'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6871731973395741703/posts/default/2093835852368446466'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://its-adrian.blogspot.com/2008/12/i-wish-you-would-step-back-from-that.html' title='I wish you would step back from that ledge my friend...'/><author><name>Adrian C.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11606128147481601920</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PUSukbBvy6U/Ss2kh0sjAiI/AAAAAAAAAQo/b8QeOIHuvW8/s1600-R/rtp5dl.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i42.tinypic.com/2wddpva_th.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6871731973395741703.post-7523623866968869748</id><published>2008-12-25T14:00:00.004+11:00</published><updated>2008-12-25T21:33:13.816+11:00</updated><title type='text'>And all good things must come to an end...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;...but greater things begin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like I said last year in my final entry of 2007, its been an &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;action-packed roller coaster ride&lt;/span&gt; of a year. One year on and I can safely say it has definitely seen the best and worst of things. (Huh? What details?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;recap&lt;/span&gt;]&lt;br /&gt;Have I learnt anything? Definitely, its just a matter of putting the lesson into practice, or keeping it consistent! Everything that happened this year just helped define the type of experience I seek to have in probably every year (&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;bar the things I didn't want to occur&lt;/span&gt;). Everything from the IT camp, my first Soundwave Festival, seeing BSB, the unexpected drama, the random picking up and other experiences in first semester, World Youth Day, hangouts with &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Julie&lt;/span&gt;, meeting &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;UTC&lt;/span&gt;, beach outings, first Sydney Flash Mob experience (even though that was wasted getting Maccas!), the K sessions, catching up with friends I rarely get to see, and also the other events I had at &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;uni or with uni friends&lt;/span&gt; - the pounder eating contest, clubbing, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Tim&lt;/span&gt;'s bday performance, the programming blob, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Lenny&lt;/span&gt;'s bday celebration every Wednesday, IT beach outing, the bike riding and chick flick marathons with &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Jasmine &lt;/span&gt;and &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Lenny&lt;/span&gt;, shooting the 'video', &lt;strong&gt;this list could go on&lt;/strong&gt;. All of that made my first year at UTS that much more awesome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I'm sure I've missed out on a lot of other crap to mention.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To all those that went overseas or interstate, enjoy as much you can and take care. Also, I know you can read my mind -- bring me back something nice. :D /cough. Wait, what? Its almost my turn for &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;America&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;February 5&lt;/span&gt;?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So long 2008 and thanks for all the drama!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;M&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;E&lt;/span&gt;R&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;R&lt;/span&gt;Y &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;C&lt;/span&gt;H&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;R&lt;/span&gt;I&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;S&lt;/span&gt;T&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;M&lt;/span&gt;A&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;S&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; AND A &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;HAPPY NEW YEAR&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 83px; height: 73px;" src="http://www.xanga.com/images/happy.gif" width="41" height="42" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;k, thanks and &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;bye&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i44.tinypic.com/k0sgfo.jpg" alt="Image and video hosting by TinyPic" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;L-R (back): Diane, Aaron, me, Mick&lt;br /&gt;(front) Gabby, Khaye, Pjay, Marvin, Karen&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;PS.  I made a new banner, I like the text, but the picture doesn't really fit, I had a bunch of options so I don't know what to think of it. (thumbnail)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i43.tinypic.com/am4i13.jpg" border="0" alt="Image and video hosting by TinyPic"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i43.tinypic.com/am4i13_th.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&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/6871731973395741703-7523623866968869748?l=its-adrian.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://its-adrian.blogspot.com/feeds/7523623866968869748/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6871731973395741703&amp;postID=7523623866968869748&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6871731973395741703/posts/default/7523623866968869748'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6871731973395741703/posts/default/7523623866968869748'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://its-adrian.blogspot.com/2008/12/and-all-good-things-must-come-to-end.html' title='And all good things must come to an end...'/><author><name>Adrian C.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11606128147481601920</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PUSukbBvy6U/Ss2kh0sjAiI/AAAAAAAAAQo/b8QeOIHuvW8/s1600-R/rtp5dl.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i44.tinypic.com/k0sgfo_th.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6871731973395741703.post-1249894512029072294</id><published>2008-12-14T14:39:00.002+11:00</published><updated>2008-12-25T14:23:24.024+11:00</updated><title type='text'>... and a million different people</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;HOW IT FEELS AT WORK DURING THE FIRST HOUR&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i36.tinypic.com/30l147c.jpg" alt="Image and video hosting by TinyPic" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;... and in the second, third and fourth hour.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok so new banner.  Completely different style from what I usually do but OH WELL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Work began last week, can't say I enjoy it, but it pays for stuff. Hopefully a lot of stuff.  Still in need of a freakin' car. Getting chauffered around by friends probably is ok, but having to rely on other people, say like parents or siblings to pick you up before whatever time they deem appropriate for themselves clearly isn't  what I'd hope to be doing at times when I just wanna be out.  Which is why I ask the question of why there has to be so many things to save up for?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But anyway since work has slightly ruled out any chances of doing anything during the day, it sucks, except for those nocturnal insomniacs who keep me company at night.&lt;insert name="" here=""&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its less than 2 weeks till Christmas, it hasn't really hit me, but I'm looking forward to it.  That, new years, and Americaaaaaaa.  In saying that, its occured to me that in all my life that I've lived here in Sydney, I don't ever recall seeing the fireworks in the city.. EVER.  I've always been elsewhere at a party or whatever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bring on '09?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and happy bday Ijhay!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kthx&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;bye&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/insert&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6871731973395741703-1249894512029072294?l=its-adrian.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://its-adrian.blogspot.com/feeds/1249894512029072294/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6871731973395741703&amp;postID=1249894512029072294&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6871731973395741703/posts/default/1249894512029072294'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6871731973395741703/posts/default/1249894512029072294'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://its-adrian.blogspot.com/2008/12/and-million-different-people.html' title='... and a million different people'/><author><name>Adrian C.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11606128147481601920</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PUSukbBvy6U/Ss2kh0sjAiI/AAAAAAAAAQo/b8QeOIHuvW8/s1600-R/rtp5dl.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i36.tinypic.com/30l147c_th.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6871731973395741703.post-7188689416640262108</id><published>2008-12-05T12:27:00.009+11:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T23:15:50.111+11:00</updated><title type='text'>... So you can hear me say...</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;HEY THERE ONE IN QUADZILLION!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay so the past 4 days have been quite the awesome. There was the idea that we record a video for &lt;strong&gt;Gloria&lt;/strong&gt; since she's going to HK and possibly might be &lt;strong&gt;dropping&lt;/strong&gt; out of uni next year! &lt;strong&gt;That makes all of us sad&lt;/strong&gt;. So it was partly our duty as the uni friends to record this video. Since Mondays plans to record it were cancelled since someone (Hello, &lt;strong&gt;Lenny&lt;/strong&gt;) had to go to uni for another someone (Hello, &lt;strong&gt;Nikki&lt;/strong&gt;), I decided to just head over to Jasmines to finish off the &lt;u&gt;LOTR&lt;/u&gt; trilogy. Well we got through the rest of the Two Towers then Return of the King.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Afterwards we watched the &lt;strong&gt;Hana Kimi&lt;/strong&gt; Special where &lt;strong&gt;Sano&lt;/strong&gt; now embraces a new haircut! Needless to say, it was very gay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On tuesday, Lenny and I then headed to her house again to commence &lt;strong&gt;Operation: Goodbye&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strong&gt;Gloria&lt;/strong&gt;. Hahaha. It was fun indeed on the 30 degree day. We enjoyed every minute making it and taking &lt;em&gt;luvo&lt;/em&gt; shots and band photos. Overall I think it was a success. That night I spent a few hours editting everything and putting it all together. Here are some of the photos:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;div style="overflow: auto; height: 400px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="Image and video hosting by TinyPic" src="http://i33.tinypic.com/dqhcmw.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;RAWWWWR&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="Image and video hosting by TinyPic" src="http://i38.tinypic.com/t7fv2t.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just some kids asking for money...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="Image and video hosting by TinyPic" src="http://i38.tinypic.com/8vw9w4.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our band cover/photo. ;D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="Image and video hosting by TinyPic" src="http://i34.tinypic.com/13yf4o0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="Image and video hosting by TinyPic" src="http://i36.tinypic.com/f1inu8.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.. dancing/about to kick Lenny/whatever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="Image and video hosting by TinyPic" src="http://i33.tinypic.com/2s7f9xe.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Smileeee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="Image and video hosting by TinyPic" src="http://i35.tinypic.com/23ks0oz.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lenny, Jasmine and I&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On &lt;strong&gt;Wednesday&lt;/strong&gt;, I still hadn't of finished editting the video so &lt;strong&gt;Jasmine&lt;/strong&gt; and &lt;strong&gt;Lenny&lt;/strong&gt; then headed over to my house for some feedback/help. Couldn't set up World Tour because a certain someone (Hello, &lt;strong&gt;fag&lt;/strong&gt;) had to be stingy about everything that day. Anyway, we watched Josie and the Pussycats then played some Wii instead. Since it was also hot that day, we decided to walk to Shell and buy Maxibons. &lt;em&gt;Then I also had my medical&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, then came Thursday (Hello yesterday!) and &lt;strong&gt;Jasmine&lt;/strong&gt;, &lt;strong&gt;Lenny&lt;/strong&gt;, &lt;strong&gt;Gloria&lt;/strong&gt; and I all met up in the city. We had lunch with &lt;strong&gt;Business&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strong&gt;Tim&lt;/strong&gt; at the Lindt Cafe then watched &lt;u&gt;Four Holidays&lt;/u&gt;. Umm overall I'd give the movie maybe a &lt;strong&gt;6/10&lt;/strong&gt;. It had its moments, but I guess it just wasn't that good (Hello, HSM3). Afterwards we did some shopping (well the girls did) then eventually it was home time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Overall fun week. :) Glad to have shared it with 'em before work takes over!&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;kthx&lt;strong&gt;bye&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6871731973395741703-7188689416640262108?l=its-adrian.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://its-adrian.blogspot.com/feeds/7188689416640262108/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6871731973395741703&amp;postID=7188689416640262108&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6871731973395741703/posts/default/7188689416640262108'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6871731973395741703/posts/default/7188689416640262108'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://its-adrian.blogspot.com/2008/12/ill-make-this-loud-so-you-can-hear-me.html' title='... So you can hear me say...'/><author><name>Adrian C.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11606128147481601920</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PUSukbBvy6U/Ss2kh0sjAiI/AAAAAAAAAQo/b8QeOIHuvW8/s1600-R/rtp5dl.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i33.tinypic.com/dqhcmw_th.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6871731973395741703.post-3050965800134293203</id><published>2008-11-30T20:59:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2008-11-30T00:14:04.084+11:00</updated><title type='text'>For the Uninspired.</title><content type='html'>Currently Playing:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Left 4 dead&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Jess and MJ's 18th [221108]:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Awesome night. Got driven there by &lt;strong&gt;Shane&lt;/strong&gt; and &lt;strong&gt;Ivan&lt;/strong&gt;, taking the biggest detours and getting lost. Eventually arriving to the party over an hour later... All part of the plan of course, to make a better entrance, although it was still pretty dead at that time. lol. Things started kicking in once everyone finished eating. Great to see even the parents getting their groove on&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="Image and video hosting by TinyPic" src="http://i38.tinypic.com/20ftglt.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Umm.. it's how we roll?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img alt="Image and video hosting by TinyPic" src="http://i38.tinypic.com/71pawl.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;L-r: Ivan, Rheanne, Natasha, Me, Jullian, Andrea, Nicole, Shane&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img alt="Image and video hosting by TinyPic" src="http://i37.tinypic.com/w2hxl1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Us and the Birthday girls!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img alt="Image and video hosting by TinyPic" src="http://i33.tinypic.com/htfb15.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shake shake shake.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Hanging out with Jelli before she leaves [271108]:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No K this time. Bumped into &lt;strong&gt;Shirley&lt;/strong&gt; at Blacktown, and she was heading to Parra, so went together there and met up with &lt;strong&gt;Jelli&lt;/strong&gt;. &lt;strong&gt;Lenny&lt;/strong&gt; was supposed to meet us there but had to go to the "gym". Lots and lots of walking around (window) shopping. I thank the dude who invented "husband chairs" or schmuck chairs. Although, they were redundant as I was much intrigued at &lt;strong&gt;Shirleys&lt;/strong&gt; expansive knowledge of clothing. She left for work so then &lt;strong&gt;Jelli&lt;/strong&gt; and I watched &lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;Quarantine&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The verdict? Pffft. &lt;strong&gt;POS&lt;/strong&gt;. Not worth seeing at all. Maybe for a few decent scares, but theres just too many "&lt;em&gt;OMG Are they that stupid&lt;/em&gt;" moments to be even in the same category as other decent horror films. At least this is better than those American adaptations of &lt;strong&gt;The Eye&lt;/strong&gt;.. and such.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Hanging out with Julie before she leaves [291108]:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;RAINRAINGOAWAYCOMEAGAINANOTHERDAY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rain made it kinda homo at the start, my mX newspaper saved me. Had maccas then headed to CEO for K. Wow expensive as there, but it looks so classy. Was in there with Julie for 2 hours.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;........... then did some random stuff. Like we usually do. :] Lots of funny things happened. Her lying on the dirty ground and refusing to get up, inappropriate yelling in public, "faiwy fwoss pwease", hahaha amongst others. I had fun though. Always good to catch up/hang out. All the best with moving houses though! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img alt="Image and video hosting by TinyPic" src="http://i38.tinypic.com/35nbq1k.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another emo shot by Julie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img alt="Image and video hosting by TinyPic" src="http://i36.tinypic.com/15300fd.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Julie and I &lt;p&gt;&lt;img alt="Image and video hosting by TinyPic" src="http://i35.tinypic.com/w7llhs.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;On another note, I recently bought &lt;strong&gt;Left 4 Dead&lt;/strong&gt; for PC. Jason and I ended up playing till &lt;u&gt;5am&lt;/u&gt; the other night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lol. Stupid game for being so hard. But fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now I'm so damn broke I don't think I can afford to go out more than twice/three times a week until I start work. Which is next week! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;kthx&lt;strong&gt;bye&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6871731973395741703-3050965800134293203?l=its-adrian.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://its-adrian.blogspot.com/feeds/3050965800134293203/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6871731973395741703&amp;postID=3050965800134293203&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6871731973395741703/posts/default/3050965800134293203'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6871731973395741703/posts/default/3050965800134293203'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://its-adrian.blogspot.com/2008/11/for-uninspired.html' title='For the Uninspired.'/><author><name>Adrian C.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11606128147481601920</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PUSukbBvy6U/Ss2kh0sjAiI/AAAAAAAAAQo/b8QeOIHuvW8/s1600-R/rtp5dl.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i38.tinypic.com/20ftglt_th.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6871731973395741703.post-1084237862682612048</id><published>2008-11-14T21:48:00.003+11:00</published><updated>2008-11-18T10:04:39.834+11:00</updated><title type='text'>Wake Up, You're Alive</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;My MSN nicknames through the ages. Starting at 2004 through to 2008. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;I'm not putting up everything I ever changed it to&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;, only the ones that distinctively showed the changes in the &lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;structure&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; and &lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;content&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;, which obviously was reflective of my age and maturity. There was more before &lt;strong&gt;2004&lt;/strong&gt;, but I would have had to connect, switch on, and dig through my old computer, and I'm lazy.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;From the start of 2004 to now:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Red text = comments I've made.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Same with blue.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;2004&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- _¨"дdяiаи"™«¨(·´¯`·.·÷×_¦¦ chalkcowate ¦ #Lusн ¦ º4¨¹²³²¹&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Going through what every TB would've went through. A nickname with some overly obscure junk. I don't even know what in the world #Lusн is meant to be.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- _¨"дdяiаи"™«¨(·´¯`·.·÷×_¦¦ y r u so stupid... tell me ¦ #Lusн ¦ º4¨¹²³²¹&lt;br /&gt;- __^ дdяiаи™ «¨(·´¯`·.·÷×_¦¦ u got dat roite.... ¦[#Lusн.²³]¦ º4¨ имш.isluidC &lt;--- &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;More random msgs. This time, so no one can understand.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- __^ дdяiаи™ «¨(·´¯`·.·÷×_¦¦ yeh......think about it ¦[* eh. INk.rediblishus.²³]¦ º4¨ I&lt;br /&gt;- __^ дdяiаи™ «¨(·´¯`·.·÷×_¦¦ ----stupid ppl below---- ¦[* DATS. iNk.rediblishus.²³]¦ º4¨ I&lt;br /&gt;- __^ дdяiаи™ «¨(·´¯`·.·÷×_¦¦ stopcomplainngnstartwhingng ¦[* itsokmoite.²³]¦ º4¨ I&lt;br /&gt;- __^ дdяiаи™ «¨(·´¯`·.·÷×_¦¦ meh.... PHMG!1 :( ¦[*bleepBLEEEEP.¹-²³]¦ º4¨&lt;br /&gt;- ___ ^:дdяiаи™ «¨(·´¯`·.·÷×x_¦¦ ders onli so many times i can sai sorri n still mean it ¦[i.м.u]¦ ROFFLEZ~!bleep!&lt;br /&gt;- ___ ^:дdяiаи™ «¨(·´¯`·.·÷×x_¦¦ ifonlyuknew--10letters ¦[i.м.u]¦ toot toot chuga chuga big red carrrr&lt;br /&gt;- ___ ^:дdяiаи™ «¨(·´¯`·.·÷×x_¦¦ toot toot ¦[i.м.u]¦[р.u.s.н]&lt;-- i hav for so long..n nuthings changd&lt;br /&gt;- ___ ^:дdяiаи:™ «¨(·´¯`·.·÷×x_¦¦ tOOt tOOt chuga chuga bigg red carrr ..KABLAMOO ¦¦ ‡:coиfзssioиs:‡ ¦[iшs]¦ ^^, &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;The idea of including lyrics probably started here... just not from the right song..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;djkfhkldvgfdhdj&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Ooh, anger!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- ___ ^:дdяiаи:™ «¨·´¯`·.·÷×x_¦¦ i kno i made a mistake, now its too late.. ¦¦ :coиfзssioиs: ¦[.iшs]¦sкзртiкaL¿&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;2005&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- дdяiаи:×× " LOoking back on tOday -- did i take the fall again " « -_ : [ sтзp ; тшo ] : :x hah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Capitalising O's, making up my own groups (what the hell is step two?) ...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- дđяiαи:×× ; міsъяёď ћopε - « :×: • ...yes&lt;br /&gt;- дđяiαи:×× ; u ŋ т i т Ł з ď « × _ • +h.o.p.e+&lt;br /&gt;- дđяiαи:×× ; яeаŁiтч ; 『iиғaмч』 « × _ • y e s t e r d a y // o n c e // m o r e&lt;br /&gt;- дđяiαи:×× ; яeаŁiтч ; 『iиғaмч』 « STOOPID MSN × _ • laurens a lazy/crazy/uhh....bazy..modazy...yazy?...bum!&lt;br /&gt;(f) - дđяiαи:×× ; this asphyxiation — –› !!!&lt;br /&gt;- дđяiαи: ; fate fell short this time ; your smile fades in the summer — –› ;&lt;&lt;br /&gt;- дđяiαи: ; a reason to keep you at arms length — –› .&lt;br /&gt;- дđяiαи: lets make this awkward moment last — –› +onethreesix- &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Countdown to my first concert! Taste of Chaos. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;2006&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Slowly getting to what my nickname is today....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- adrian;__pepito: well i trip over everything you say&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Pepito = inside joke I had with an old close friend. She was (obviously, if you watched the show) Madeline.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- adrian;__pepito: something strange in me, i feel the same for you&lt;br /&gt;- adrian;__ ! lets waste time chasing cars around our heads&lt;br /&gt;- adrian; safe and sound in phone lines&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;2007 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Simplicity achieved!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;. adrian !&lt;br /&gt;. adrian ! in the confusion and the aftermath, you are my signal fire&lt;br /&gt;. adrian ! we shot the moon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;2008&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;adrian ! go with the seasons&lt;br /&gt;adrian ! the walls will fall before we do&lt;br /&gt;adrian ! wake up, you're alive, we're on your side&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know how it'll look from there. Maybe I'll end up just using my name.. or maybe I'll add some stars to it... or maybe i'll add some other emoticons to it... or maybe I'll add my full name..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It took a while, 4 years to get from&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;- _¨"дdяiаи"™«¨(·´¯`·.·÷×_¦¦ chalkcowate ¦ #Lusн ¦ º4¨¹²³²¹&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;adrian ! wake up, you're alive, we're on your side&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;MSN in the futur, perhaps?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kthx&lt;strong&gt;bye&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6871731973395741703-1084237862682612048?l=its-adrian.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://its-adrian.blogspot.com/feeds/1084237862682612048/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6871731973395741703&amp;postID=1084237862682612048&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6871731973395741703/posts/default/1084237862682612048'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6871731973395741703/posts/default/1084237862682612048'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://its-adrian.blogspot.com/2008/09/wake-up-youre-alive.html' title='Wake Up, You&apos;re Alive'/><author><name>Adrian C.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11606128147481601920</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PUSukbBvy6U/Ss2kh0sjAiI/AAAAAAAAAQo/b8QeOIHuvW8/s1600-R/rtp5dl.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6871731973395741703.post-1235900653218744474</id><published>2008-11-07T09:25:00.001+11:00</published><updated>2008-11-08T21:20:37.206+11:00</updated><title type='text'>Archers in your Arches</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Moment of the Day:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Jelli&lt;/strong&gt; drowning in a sea of school kids.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Catch up time!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to the city to catch up with &lt;strong&gt;Jelli&lt;/strong&gt; aka &lt;strong&gt;Jerri &lt;/strong&gt;last Wednesday. It started off by me shouting nuggets (since we do make up 100% of &lt;strong&gt;Team Nugget&lt;/strong&gt;, emphasis on the 100%) since I was the late one. Afterwards we headed to the &lt;u&gt;Powerhouse Museum&lt;/u&gt; because what day wouldn't be complete without a visit to a museum. It was $5 entry, so it was a win-win situation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Got inside and checked out many of the exhibits (although not all!). Unbeknownst to our knowledge, we were reminded that it was in fact still a school day and so explained the influx of little kids and TB's. They were all over the venue, but one of the most memorable moments (&lt;strong&gt;Memorable Moment #1&lt;/strong&gt;) would be when I had exited a small room showcasing past Australian utensils and such. I turn to see if &lt;strong&gt;Jelli&lt;/strong&gt; had also come out, but no, it was obvious the kids were holding her back. I look back, and my theory appeared true. It was like struggling against a river rapid. &lt;em&gt;Completely blocking the doorway&lt;/em&gt;, all I could see was &lt;strong&gt;Jelli's&lt;/strong&gt; upper half amongst the young kids intrigued by a dead wallaby behind the glass. It looked like this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img alt="Image and video hosting by TinyPic" src="http://i35.tinypic.com/smx65e.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fight them kiddies!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="Image and video hosting by TinyPic" src="http://i35.tinypic.com/a172c3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sadly, it was bolted down. &lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="Image and video hosting by TinyPic" src="http://i37.tinypic.com/xnur6o.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The point of this experiment was to look stupid. &lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were in there for about 3 hours, checking out the &lt;strong&gt;Space&lt;/strong&gt; and &lt;strong&gt;Science&lt;/strong&gt; experiments, the giant piano and other musical instruments and &lt;strong&gt;Zero Gravity Space Lab&lt;/strong&gt;. That was fun. I didn't feel weightless at all though, just dizzy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Afterwards, we met up with &lt;strong&gt;Jeff&lt;/strong&gt; and headed off to sing k. (&lt;strong&gt;Memorable Moment #2&lt;/strong&gt;) Coming out of the museum that consisted of a LOT of Australian history, Jelli, Jeff and I began to sing &lt;em&gt;Waltzing Matilda&lt;/em&gt;. We were all in our own little world until a LOUD SCREECH occured, followed by a thump then the sound of glass breaking. Everyone had heard it. Turning around quickly, a 4WD had hit another car and began rolling/flipping, eventually coming to a halt upside-down. We were all in shock. Half the street came running towards the victims. Here's hoping nothing serious&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eventually we made our way to K. Not because we're asian, but purely for the enjoyment of screaming at the top of our lungs and having fun. People must be thinking, why pay $10 for something you can do at home for free? The fact that I don't even have that equipment (oh noes, a filo family without magic mic! Or any sort of kareoke!) makes up for that, as well as the place and sound. (&lt;strong&gt;Memorable Moment #3)&lt;/strong&gt; Well the screaming and having fun was achieved, along with losing my voice to &lt;strong&gt;Girlfriend&lt;/strong&gt; by Avril Lavigne. lool. That one song strained it so bad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ON ANOTHER NOTE:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;SOUNDWAVE&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; '09 HERE I COME.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Anberlin&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Funeral for Friend&lt;br /&gt;Hellogoodbye&lt;br /&gt;Emery&lt;br /&gt;Houston Calls&lt;br /&gt;Forever the Sickest Kids&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;And I wouldn't mind seeing:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jack's Mannequin&lt;br /&gt;Goldfinger&lt;br /&gt;Red Jumpsuit Apparatus&lt;br /&gt;New Found Glory&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also on another note:&lt;br /&gt;Training for Australia Post next week and AP are still yet to contact me about getting a medical checkup. Nicee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kthx&lt;strong&gt;bye&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6871731973395741703-1235900653218744474?l=its-adrian.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://its-adrian.blogspot.com/feeds/1235900653218744474/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6871731973395741703&amp;postID=1235900653218744474&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6871731973395741703/posts/default/1235900653218744474'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6871731973395741703/posts/default/1235900653218744474'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://its-adrian.blogspot.com/2008/11/baby-were-invincible.html' title='Archers in your Arches'/><author><name>Adrian C.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11606128147481601920</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PUSukbBvy6U/Ss2kh0sjAiI/AAAAAAAAAQo/b8QeOIHuvW8/s1600-R/rtp5dl.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i35.tinypic.com/smx65e_th.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6871731973395741703.post-6668247179688681659</id><published>2008-11-04T21:25:00.002+11:00</published><updated>2008-11-04T22:35:14.047+11:00</updated><title type='text'>"Fantastic is a Lovely Word"</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Moment of the Day:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;em&gt;It's either they're playing WoW or Counter-Strike...... what's counter strike?&lt;/em&gt;" - Nicole&lt;br /&gt;/facepalm&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;Saturday, 25th October 2008&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was &lt;strong&gt;Jeanelines&lt;/strong&gt; birthday party today so &lt;strong&gt;Lenny&lt;/strong&gt; came to pick me up, the off we drove to Pancakes at Northmead. We didn't know what to expect because of all her youth and high school friends, but with all of us being from the Blacktown area, a handful of familiar faces were there. :) Briefly caught up with &lt;strong&gt;Leandra&lt;/strong&gt; and &lt;strong&gt;Ivy&lt;/strong&gt;, then we had to order. I had the &lt;u&gt;Devil's Delight&lt;/u&gt; with 2 extra pancakes. Man, was I wrong about this. As soon as I got it, I dug straight into it, that hunger gradually slowed down to a standstill when the chocolate pancakes just looked like shit. Literally. Not to mention the (very thick) &lt;strong&gt;Iced Chocolate&lt;/strong&gt; drink to go with. Argh. All in all it was good though. Managed to finish that monster.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="Image and video hosting by TinyPic" src="http://i38.tinypic.com/2uygo4o.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;Oh mah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img alt="Image and video hosting by TinyPic" src="http://i36.tinypic.com/nx4y6o.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;Our bill total. Not too bad, eh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img alt="Image and video hosting by TinyPic" src="http://i35.tinypic.com/2eold1l.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;The party posse after Pancakes. Happy Birthday &lt;strong&gt;Jeaneline&lt;/strong&gt;!&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt; &lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;After Pancakes, we headed to &lt;strong&gt;Jeanelines&lt;/strong&gt; house. Played with their gym equipment then headed up to &lt;strong&gt;Christian's&lt;/strong&gt; room to play guitar for a bit, then headed back down for some Guitar Hero. Awesome night!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img alt="Image and video hosting by TinyPic" src="http://i38.tinypic.com/2mrh7va.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;Inside the study, of the massively big house.&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;27th-29th October, 2008&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;The last Programming Fundamentals assignment was due soon and so was the last ever lecture for it. In the time up to the leadup to the due date, there was plenty of time again spent in the labs to do some work. All of us were being productive, until the inevitable bludging occured (this time MacBook Cam Whoring 101:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;div style="OVERFLOW: auto; HEIGHT: 400px"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img alt="Image and video hosting by TinyPic" src="http://i36.tinypic.com/aotik5.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Left half of the photo: gay. Right half: Not as gay. &lt;p&gt;&lt;img alt="Image and video hosting by TinyPic" src="http://i36.tinypic.com/ff38md.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Symmetrical Jasmine = Fat Jasmine. &lt;p&gt;&lt;img alt="Image and video hosting by TinyPic" src="http://i36.tinypic.com/6548at.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now its alien Jismine. &lt;p&gt;&lt;img alt="Image and video hosting by TinyPic" src="http://i38.tinypic.com/15cc509.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My baby. Perfect for Jasons &lt;s&gt;new implants&lt;/s&gt; boobs! &lt;p&gt;&lt;img alt="Image and video hosting by TinyPic" src="http://i38.tinypic.com/29v18qs.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img alt="Image and video hosting by TinyPic" src="http://i37.tinypic.com/2ic1cah.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My tongue looks like a dick.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img alt="Image and video hosting by TinyPic" src="http://i33.tinypic.com/2z90d3d.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back: Me, Jason, Gordon&lt;br /&gt;Front: Gloria, Jasmine, CJ&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img alt="Image and video hosting by TinyPic" src="http://i33.tinypic.com/eket6b.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;Friday, 31st October 2008&lt;/u&gt; - &lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;HALLOWEEN!&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What better way to celebrate the completion of another programming assignment, then to catch a movie. I couldn't make &lt;strong&gt;Celine's&lt;/strong&gt; in time because we had gotten out pretty late after programming so I was bummed about that. Argh, sorry again &lt;strong&gt;Celine&lt;/strong&gt; if you're reading&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Using our free movie ticket, &lt;strong&gt;Jasmine&lt;/strong&gt;, &lt;strong&gt;Lenny&lt;/strong&gt;, &lt;strong&gt;Ada&lt;/strong&gt;, &lt;strong&gt;Gloria&lt;/strong&gt;, &lt;strong&gt;Jason&lt;/strong&gt;, &lt;strong&gt;Nam&lt;/strong&gt;, &lt;strong&gt;Gordon&lt;/strong&gt; and I watched Saw V.  My opinion?  &lt;strong&gt;Worst Saw movie out&lt;/strong&gt;.  Traps were okay.  The plots just getting out of hand now, Jigsaw sets up traps, he's almost dead, so someone else takes over, then they die, and Jigsaw dies, then someone else takes over.  Kill them already and make it stop.  Anything past 3 isn't worth it.  Then again Saw VI could bring it back, but I strongly believe it won't.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;Tuesday, 4th November 2008&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Drove to &lt;strong&gt;Nicoles&lt;/strong&gt; house since the other days had to be called off.  Got there around 10.30, watched &lt;strong&gt;Rogue&lt;/strong&gt; (that giant croc movie) then went to Winston Hills Shopping Centre to eat.  I won't even go into details about that, because .. just because.  (lol shutup)  But anyways, thats where the quote at the top of this entry came about.  After eating, headed back to her place to play some &lt;strong&gt;Mario Kart Wii&lt;/strong&gt;.  We both got owned playing online, but oh well it was fun.  Got a good laugh out of that. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Headed home after that, and now I'm blogging about me blogging. Powerhouse Museum tomorrow! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kthx&lt;strong&gt;bye&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6871731973395741703-6668247179688681659?l=its-adrian.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://its-adrian.blogspot.com/feeds/6668247179688681659/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6871731973395741703&amp;postID=6668247179688681659&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6871731973395741703/posts/default/6668247179688681659'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6871731973395741703/posts/default/6668247179688681659'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://its-adrian.blogspot.com/2008/11/fantastic-is-lovely-word.html' title='&quot;Fantastic is a Lovely Word&quot;'/><author><name>Adrian C.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11606128147481601920</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PUSukbBvy6U/Ss2kh0sjAiI/AAAAAAAAAQo/b8QeOIHuvW8/s1600-R/rtp5dl.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i38.tinypic.com/2uygo4o_th.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6871731973395741703.post-41166158134421783</id><published>2008-10-22T00:05:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2008-10-23T07:37:54.676+11:00</updated><title type='text'>Tide is High!</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;Moment/Quote of the Week:&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Moment when &lt;strong&gt;Gordon&lt;/strong&gt; thought it was Negrophilia, rather than hearing necrophilia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What I hate most about not blogging for a while is the little details you miss out on when you actually try to blog about it. Not to mention how untrustworthy my memory is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lets see..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;&lt;u&gt;Wednesday, 8th October&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Tim's&lt;/strong&gt; bday performance.&lt;br /&gt;Got to uni around 12.30ish with &lt;strong&gt;Lenny&lt;/strong&gt;, met up with the other guys then headed off to the alumni green for &lt;strong&gt;Tim&lt;/strong&gt;. The day consisted of &lt;strong&gt;Tim&lt;/strong&gt; playing (also in front of randoms that &lt;strong&gt;Ivan&lt;/strong&gt; and I rounded up, ok more like 1 random), &lt;strong&gt;Tim&lt;/strong&gt; shouting us ice cream cake :) Then heading to the VIP lounge to eat some $8 steaks. One memorable moment was on the way to the lounge, &lt;strong&gt;Tim&lt;/strong&gt; voluntarily and unhesitatingly told us to cross the road when it was still green, informing us "&lt;em&gt;do whatever you want, its my birthday&lt;/em&gt;", so we did, oblivious to the lights, we crossed and a van came &lt;u&gt;beeping&lt;/u&gt; at us madly, speeding up (hoping to hit us? Who knows) then narrowly avoiding us. Yay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the steaks we headed back to the alumni green for some hacky sack then headed off to programming.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;div style="OVERFLOW: auto; HEIGHT: 400px"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="Image and video hosting by TinyPic" src="http://i33.tinypic.com/ny8ys1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tim + UTS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img alt="Image and video hosting by TinyPic" src="http://i37.tinypic.com/2v3q4bk.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tim + Invitee's&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img alt="Image and video hosting by TinyPic" src="http://i36.tinypic.com/s4nm1x.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Poseur Tim lying on the ground under his own will.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img alt="Image and video hosting by TinyPic" src="http://i36.tinypic.com/xbwxow.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Other direction&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img alt="Image and video hosting by TinyPic" src="http://i38.tinypic.com/1ysm5c.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One paper towel... two... three.. four ............. fifteen!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img alt="Image and video hosting by TinyPic" src="http://i37.tinypic.com/2qvflns.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;VIP Lounge. $8 steaks! Which I didn't even finish. YAY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img alt="Image and video hosting by TinyPic" src="http://i33.tinypic.com/1zn94c0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img alt="Image and video hosting by TinyPic" src="http://i38.tinypic.com/if0cuf.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;Thursday, 9th October&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Hung out with &lt;strong&gt;Lenny&lt;/strong&gt;, &lt;strong&gt;Jeaneline&lt;/strong&gt; and I on the last week of her holidays. The day started off with me heading to &lt;strong&gt;Jasmine's&lt;/strong&gt; house in the morning to give/teach her some stuff, then watching a bit of &lt;strong&gt;Lord of the Rings: The Two Towers&lt;/strong&gt;. That was fun because LOTR owns. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Drove back home, then Lenny picked me up, then we picked up &lt;strong&gt;Jeaneline&lt;/strong&gt;, then headed to Pancakes at Northmead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Afterwards, we went to some lake at Bella Vista. Fun times walking around the lake taking luvo's, seeing yobbo's jump into the murky lake, seeing ducks, attempting to "borrow" the wheelbarrow, then sitting on a hill for 2 hours just staring at the sky, until eventually heading back to the carpark to play some hackysack and talk. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;div style="OVERFLOW: auto; HEIGHT: 400px"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="Image and video hosting by TinyPic" src="http://i36.tinypic.com/52nrwn.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jeaneline + Me, looking black.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img alt="Image and video hosting by TinyPic" src="http://i36.tinypic.com/sne520.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lenny and the 3 shakes, including Lenny's disgusting lime flavour.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img alt="Image and video hosting by TinyPic" src="http://i35.tinypic.com/k3lvd1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What a poser..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img alt="Image and video hosting by TinyPic" src="http://i36.tinypic.com/swcqs0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;er...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img alt="Image and video hosting by TinyPic" src="http://i33.tinypic.com/xaq6pw.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blank expression + Model stance + normal&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img alt="Image and video hosting by TinyPic" src="http://i33.tinypic.com/346lxd5.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img alt="Image and video hosting by TinyPic" src="http://i38.tinypic.com/zui83b.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img alt="Image and video hosting by TinyPic" src="http://i34.tinypic.com/2vmam2h.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img alt="Image and video hosting by TinyPic" src="http://i38.tinypic.com/33cotua.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Us being hobo's..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img alt="Image and video hosting by TinyPic" src="http://i38.tinypic.com/nvpp8w.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pushing Jeaneline around in a trolly..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img alt="Image and video hosting by TinyPic" src="http://i35.tinypic.com/essq3a.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then being hobo's again with a piece of cardboard and a stick. DAYN-JER-US.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The day ended with us driving around for a bit, driving to Lenny's mates house who wasn't home, then since we had no where else in mind to go, we all headed back home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;Saturday, 11th October&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Went to Castle Hill Library to go study with &lt;strong&gt;Nicole&lt;/strong&gt;, because she obviously had HSC, and I had 3 exams on the following Monday. Actually got some study done for the first couple hours before heading into Towers for some lunch. We saw some of the girls in the Miss Universe prelims - they weren't that hot, so we moved on. Caught up with each other, then headed back into the library. &lt;strong&gt;Nicole&lt;/strong&gt; had to activate her new optus number so she rung up the number on the instructions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What was supposed to be an informative conversation about activating the SIM, turned into a 'gossip'/'small talk' convo between the &lt;strong&gt;Indian&lt;/strong&gt; guy and her. HAHA. Both our faces were as confused as ducks on a playswing. But it was hilarious because it went for about 20 minutes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;Wednesday, 15th October&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eagle Eye!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had already spent a while in the labs doing nothing, so, I forgot who actually suggested it, but whoever it was suggested to watch Eagle Eye. I already knew the stuff presented in the programming lecture, so off &lt;strong&gt;Gloria&lt;/strong&gt;, &lt;strong&gt;Jasmine&lt;/strong&gt;, &lt;strong&gt;Lenny&lt;/strong&gt; and I went to Broadway to watch &lt;strong&gt;Eagle Eye.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was definitely worth it. The movie was great, and the voice of ARIA was done flawlessly to capture that slightly robotic, and psychotic tone. Movie rating: 8 fruit tingles out of 10.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Coming out of the movie, we were all quoting ARIA, then on the way back to UTS, we got in the elevator and none of us were aware we had those ones that told us what level we were on, so when we reached the second level, out of nowhere we all heard a "You are now on Level 2" in that SAME (well similar) voice as the one from Eagle Eye. &lt;strong&gt;Jasmine&lt;/strong&gt; and &lt;strong&gt;Gloria&lt;/strong&gt; freaked. It was hilarious. xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;Friday, 17th October&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;The supposed day of Programmng.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well not really, we went to go buy a frisbee, which eventually broke thanks to me throwing it over the fence and it smashing onto concrete. Oh well, it performed even better after that. After we got bored of that, we played a game of touch footy with the tennis ball. Man, did it get hot or what. Sweaty everything. But it was a good laugh for what we did. We went into the labs to do some programming. It was the first week I never got it marked, it was too hard! Damnit. But oh well, after that, we headed to the lockers outside the IT lounge for some random stuff. Then some other random stuff happened. And we also got free sandwiches and drinks. :D &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;Saturday, 18th October&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went with &lt;strong&gt;Billy&lt;/strong&gt;, &lt;strong&gt;Justin&lt;/strong&gt;, &lt;strong&gt;Ricky&lt;/strong&gt;, and &lt;strong&gt;Ivan&lt;/strong&gt; for some drinks and clubbing. Went to Maloneys, bumped into &lt;strong&gt;Jeff&lt;/strong&gt; and &lt;strong&gt;Jelli&lt;/strong&gt; there&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;! &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Hurray, because I haven't seen 'em in ages now. Started off with long island ice tea. Oh man, and the best part is, we got (well Ivan ordered it, I dunno what he did) FOUR of them for $2.40. 60c each! DEAL. Anyway, after that headed to the Pavilion then to St James.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;Tuesday, 21st October&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;em&gt;We're not leaving until we get 20&lt;/em&gt;" (with the hacky sack)&lt;br /&gt;*40 minutes later*&lt;br /&gt;Cheering + Cartwheels&lt;br /&gt;New goal: Getting 30.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;Wednesday, 21st October&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;em&gt;We're not leaving until we get 30&lt;/em&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;*couple minutes later*&lt;br /&gt;Cheering&lt;br /&gt;New goal: Getting 40.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Great night out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Awesome week. 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I suppose thats the only way to describe my supposed week of dedication to getting things out of the way. Namely my partnered assignment for Mobile Networking. &lt;strong&gt;John &lt;/strong&gt;understands, its all cool!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, without further ado...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sunday, September 28:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Tim&lt;/strong&gt;, &lt;strong&gt;Ivan&lt;/strong&gt; and I decided to go eat somewhere. Lots of unfortunate things happened. But the gist of it is:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Tim&lt;/strong&gt; having trouble finding my house&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Us having even more trouble finding &lt;strong&gt;Ivan's&lt;/strong&gt; house&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Taking one too many wrong turns and/or missing the exit. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Finding &lt;strong&gt;Ivan's&lt;/strong&gt; house because of the odd numbering system&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Deciding to eat at Chilli's (YAY) ............ before finding out they've been closed since &lt;strong&gt;March&lt;/strong&gt;. Standing outside those boarded doors = owned.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img alt="Image and video hosting by TinyPic" src="http://i34.tinypic.com/34grnu8.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Lets eat at Chilli's!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Tim&lt;/strong&gt; stating that he did not drive all the way to Penrith to eat fast food.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;............ resorting to Maccas because &lt;strong&gt;Tim&lt;/strong&gt; needed to go home.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Ordering 50 nuggets through Drive-thru (finally some compensation for our growling, hungry stomachs!) ......... only to find out the chick forgot to give us sweet 'n sour sauce. Great.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;T'was fun though. :)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Monday:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Lenny&lt;/strong&gt;, &lt;strong&gt;Jeaneline&lt;/strong&gt; and I decided to go watch Wall·E today. 4.15pm was the time we all agreed upon because &lt;strong&gt;Jeaneline&lt;/strong&gt; had to go to her mum's birthday dinner. &lt;strong&gt;Ivan&lt;/strong&gt; messages me and I invite him along. Drove up to &lt;strong&gt;Jeanelines&lt;/strong&gt; mansion to go pick her and &lt;strong&gt;Laurence&lt;/strong&gt; up. By this time it was already &lt;u&gt;4.30pm&lt;/u&gt;, so we knew we would miss the start of Wall·E, and if you miss that, screw watching the rest. So we just bummed at Rouse Hill, talked, then drove back to &lt;strong&gt;Jeanelines&lt;/strong&gt; house, greeted her mum happy bday then left to meet up with &lt;strong&gt;Tim&lt;/strong&gt; at Rouse Hill.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;We all then decided to eat at Hogs Breath at Castle Towers.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Tuesday:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since we didn't watch Wall·E yesterday, &lt;strong&gt;Jeaneline&lt;/strong&gt;, &lt;strong&gt;Lenny&lt;/strong&gt; and I decided to watch this today. The movie was great. I probably wouldn't rate it as high as Finding Nemo, as I personally think that's better, but both are still awesome. Maybe after a few more views..&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.wallpaperez.info/wallpaper/movie/m/Wall-E-EVE-1640.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;EEEEVV-UHHHH!!!!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Wednesday:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Met up with &lt;strong&gt;Jelli&lt;/strong&gt; in the city. Our routinely catch up day always consists of some singing, so what usually happens is we go to Darling Harbour, and watch the kiddies play in the park. Cough. And if they're worthy, maybe they'll hear us sing our hearts out. jk &lt;strong&gt;Jelli&lt;/strong&gt; you pedo. After our inevitable trip to Maccas to have nuggets, we headed to K for 2 hours. That was fun :) as it always is. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;After that, we went to go shopping. Jelli bought these cool striped &lt;strong&gt;Mossimo shorts&lt;/strong&gt; with buttons on the side pockets. Great choice (by me). Then we headed to the food court underneath Myer and caught up on the things in our lives, but had to leave because of the &lt;em&gt;ear-piercing&lt;/em&gt; siren that kept going off. *shakes fist*&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Thursday:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another organised day of movies and bike riding with &lt;strong&gt;Lenny&lt;/strong&gt; and &lt;strong&gt;Jasmine&lt;/strong&gt;. &lt;strong&gt;Lenny&lt;/strong&gt; decides to arrive &lt;u&gt;filo time&lt;/u&gt;, so by the time we got to &lt;strong&gt;Jasmine's&lt;/strong&gt;, we were already on the &lt;em&gt;brink&lt;/em&gt; of dehydration. Nonetheless, we soldiered on and started the day off with a movie.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Throughout the day we watched a total of 4 movies. Which were &lt;em&gt;The Devil Wears Prada&lt;/em&gt;, &lt;em&gt;Battle Royale&lt;/em&gt;, &lt;em&gt;The Butterfly Effect&lt;/em&gt;, and &lt;em&gt;Zathura&lt;/em&gt;. All were great movies. Only one I hadn't of seen before was the first one. I thought it was great. For lunch we ate at Panarotti's at Blacktown.  We devoured our meal pretty fast, which consisted of The Mobster, and Three Cheese Pizza.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img alt="Image and video hosting by TinyPic" src="http://i38.tinypic.com/nfpuyp.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The always-filling three cheese pizza.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img alt="Image and video hosting by TinyPic" src="http://i38.tinypic.com/21o8w7l.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;I was so stoked to go bike riding in the &lt;strong&gt;33 degree heat&lt;/strong&gt;, so off we went. We rode to the park nearby to go play in the playground and be kids again, then we rode into the forest! That's always a blast because &lt;strong&gt;mountain biking is also on our agenda&lt;/strong&gt;... once &lt;strong&gt;Jasmine&lt;/strong&gt; gets the hang of riding through ditches. :)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img alt="Image and video hosting by TinyPic" src="http://i37.tinypic.com/2rdbxhh.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is how asians roll.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Friday:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I.T. BEACH OUTING&lt;/strong&gt;! Met up with &lt;strong&gt;Jasmine&lt;/strong&gt; at Blacktown station then met up with &lt;strong&gt;Jason&lt;/strong&gt;/&lt;strong&gt;George&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strong&gt;Wong&lt;/strong&gt;, &lt;strong&gt;Dizzy&lt;/strong&gt;, &lt;strong&gt;Tim&lt;/strong&gt; and &lt;strong&gt;Hazel&lt;/strong&gt; at Central. Trained, then Ferry'ed it to Manly to head to &lt;u&gt;Manly beach&lt;/u&gt;. The weather was great, perfect for the day. Played some volleyball, even though we couldn't get a good rally going a majority of the time, then went in for a swim. Leg cramped up one too many times (which still aches now when I walk -.-), so that was uncool. But overall it was a pretty enjoyable day.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;div style="OVERFLOW: auto; HEIGHT: 400px"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img alt="Image and video hosting by TinyPic" src="http://i38.tinypic.com/sv6omx.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;L-R: George, Me, Hazel, Tim, Jismine, Dizzy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img alt="Image and video hosting by TinyPic" src="http://i37.tinypic.com/2u6047r.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jason, Adrian, Hazel, Tim, Jasmine, David&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img alt="Image and video hosting by TinyPic" src="http://i36.tinypic.com/5komyb.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Deportation never felt so at home. (for George) &lt;p&gt;&lt;img alt="Image and video hosting by TinyPic" src="http://i37.tinypic.com/30mmtcx.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lenny/Wilson &lt;p&gt;&lt;img alt="Image and video hosting by TinyPic" src="http://i37.tinypic.com/289yh6q.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Touch Footy with Wilson &lt;p&gt;&lt;img alt="Image and video hosting by TinyPic" src="http://i38.tinypic.com/257g77r.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;img alt="Image and video hosting by TinyPic" src="http://i33.tinypic.com/11mb7l5.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mango Sorbet + Devils Chocolate = awesome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img alt="Image and video hosting by TinyPic" src="http://i35.tinypic.com/34fliyh.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img alt="Image and video hosting by TinyPic" src="http://i33.tinypic.com/11qs2eb.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img alt="Image and video hosting by TinyPic" src="http://i36.tinypic.com/2mzk2vc.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Same people before + Celine + Ricky&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Came home with a massive headache but I was alright enough to drive to &lt;strong&gt;Jasmine's&lt;/strong&gt; to drop off my vest for &lt;strong&gt;Dizzy&lt;/strong&gt; for the 1920's party, then watched a bit of Sorority Boys. Hilarious movie!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;My weekend begins with some study now... so good luck to me&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;kthx&lt;strong&gt;bye&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6871731973395741703-435975978028054115?l=its-adrian.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://its-adrian.blogspot.com/feeds/435975978028054115/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6871731973395741703&amp;postID=435975978028054115&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6871731973395741703/posts/default/435975978028054115'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6871731973395741703/posts/default/435975978028054115'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://its-adrian.blogspot.com/2008/10/good-procrastination.html' title='Good and Bad Procrastination'/><author><name>Adrian C.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11606128147481601920</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PUSukbBvy6U/Ss2kh0sjAiI/AAAAAAAAAQo/b8QeOIHuvW8/s1600-R/rtp5dl.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i34.tinypic.com/34grnu8_th.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6871731973395741703.post-215412178558940583</id><published>2008-09-26T20:03:00.005+10:00</published><updated>2008-09-27T09:06:12.246+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Walk a Mile in Their Shoes</title><content type='html'>Currently listening to:&lt;br /&gt;"Miles Between Us"&lt;br /&gt;Stephen Speaks&lt;br /&gt;No More Doubt&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyone who goes through anything to achieve something, always faces challenges. Unlike taking a stroll through a park painted with the lush greenness of flourishing vegetation, it becomes an ascention to the top of Everest. Like the enthusiastic mountain climbers that we are, we always take &lt;strong&gt;5 steps forward, 2 steps back&lt;/strong&gt;. Drama strikes, and we're left in a state of regret. Falling 2 steps back could be because of our stupidy, arrogance, or ignorance. Really, it doesn't matter how we fall back, or why, we all have our reasons, but its the notion of that we're always moving forward. (Eventually) Reaching the top, who knows... I'll leave for those that have actually been there and slid down the other side of contentment down to Awesomeville.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In other news... yesterday &lt;strong&gt;Jasmine&lt;/strong&gt;, &lt;strong&gt;Lenny&lt;/strong&gt; and &lt;strong&gt;I&lt;/strong&gt; went bike riding. My &lt;em&gt;heavy breathing&lt;/em&gt; at the start was because I was using a bike with &lt;strong&gt;flat&lt;/strong&gt; tires, and I hadn't noticed that until later. Oh and Happy Bday &lt;strong&gt;Lenny&lt;/strong&gt;, since I didn't get to go on Wednesday to SUPPORT you guys and hang out (hello &lt;strong&gt;Tim&lt;/strong&gt;), &lt;s&gt;I&lt;/s&gt; we made up by giving you a mini bamboo flute from the Philippines.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/cC6b2vmpOgk&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/cC6b2vmpOgk&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to Bondi Beach today with &lt;strong&gt;Ijhay&lt;/strong&gt; and &lt;strong&gt;Celine&lt;/strong&gt;, then bumped into &lt;strong&gt;Kinjoe&lt;/strong&gt; and &lt;strong&gt;Steph&lt;/strong&gt;. So we all hung out, played some footy, hacky sack, being idiots, etcetc pics later. Lazy now.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;kthx&lt;strong&gt;bye&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6871731973395741703-215412178558940583?l=its-adrian.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://its-adrian.blogspot.com/feeds/215412178558940583/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6871731973395741703&amp;postID=215412178558940583&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6871731973395741703/posts/default/215412178558940583'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6871731973395741703/posts/default/215412178558940583'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://its-adrian.blogspot.com/2008/09/walk-mile-in-their-shoes.html' title='Walk a Mile in Their Shoes'/><author><name>Adrian C.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11606128147481601920</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PUSukbBvy6U/Ss2kh0sjAiI/AAAAAAAAAQo/b8QeOIHuvW8/s1600-R/rtp5dl.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6871731973395741703.post-8150274405440512794</id><published>2008-09-24T00:10:00.006+10:00</published><updated>2008-09-24T01:32:39.735+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Anyway, Anyhow, Anywhere</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;X-Men: Cyclops-Laser-Tag.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Cyclops clones are at it again.&lt;br /&gt;Blinded by and oblivious to the obviousness at hand.&lt;br /&gt;What was once fun and games, isn't anymore.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249225357893736066" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PUSukbBvy6U/SNj-psM6loI/AAAAAAAAACg/KiR6BbLHLls/s400/tag.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Lesson? Fun and games leads to unwanted places.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://explodingdog.com/drawing/nowihavetoworkagain.jpg"&gt;http://explodingdog.com/drawing/nowihavetoworkagain.jpg&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;kthx&lt;strong&gt;pie&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6871731973395741703-8150274405440512794?l=its-adrian.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://its-adrian.blogspot.com/feeds/8150274405440512794/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6871731973395741703&amp;postID=8150274405440512794&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6871731973395741703/posts/default/8150274405440512794'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6871731973395741703/posts/default/8150274405440512794'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://its-adrian.blogspot.com/2008/09/anyway-anyhow-anywhere.html' title='Anyway, Anyhow, Anywhere'/><author><name>Adrian C.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11606128147481601920</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PUSukbBvy6U/Ss2kh0sjAiI/AAAAAAAAAQo/b8QeOIHuvW8/s1600-R/rtp5dl.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PUSukbBvy6U/SNj-psM6loI/AAAAAAAAACg/KiR6BbLHLls/s72-c/tag.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6871731973395741703.post-38131660379809760</id><published>2008-09-17T07:49:00.007+10:00</published><updated>2008-09-18T23:57:35.928+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Tangled Up In Blue [Programming Blob]</title><content type='html'>Currently listening to:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Summertime"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;NKOTB&lt;br /&gt;The Block &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 align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://www.sydney-australia.biz/bondi/bondi-01.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Yes. Please.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;Programming Nerds.&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;What we &lt;strong&gt;hoped&lt;/strong&gt; to become. What we &lt;strong&gt;failed&lt;/strong&gt; to become. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;But it was a fun while it lasted, seeing the same people in the same room all frustrated over the same thing. It was 1.5 weeks of &lt;strong&gt;ambivalence&lt;/strong&gt; and distraction. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;It was the same week &lt;strong&gt;Lenny&lt;/strong&gt;, &lt;strong&gt;Jasmine&lt;/strong&gt; and &lt;strong&gt;I&lt;/strong&gt; all decided to start bringing noodles to uni. Question for all the geniuses out there:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;If you have hot water, what would be the &lt;u&gt;safest&lt;/u&gt; option to put it in?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A.&lt;/strong&gt; A foam noodle cup, thats made for hot water to be poured into.&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 149px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: left" height="153" alt="" src="http://www.koamart.com/images/products/1029_default.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;B.&lt;/strong&gt; A thin plastic package meant for... well not hot water, obviously.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: left" alt="" src="http://www.giftmela.com/images/629_thumb.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Or &lt;strong&gt;C.&lt;/strong&gt; The tower humper.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 140px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: left" height="199" alt="" src="http://i33.tinypic.com/o53lgh.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&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;Correct Answer: &lt;strong&gt;A&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Lenny&lt;/strong&gt; decides to bring both &lt;strong&gt;A&lt;/strong&gt; and &lt;strong&gt;B&lt;/strong&gt; (and decides to do &lt;strong&gt;C&lt;/strong&gt; while he's at it). How to solve the hot water problem: Take out a dirty, used bowl from the trash, wash it and eat from that. MM tasty, soy sauce-less, flavourless noodles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Early mornings with &lt;strong&gt;Jasmine&lt;/strong&gt; have been exciting, I guess. :) Arriving at &lt;strong&gt;Blacktown&lt;/strong&gt; early to stock up on supplies to last the day sort of became the routine. Waiting at the station also led to the &lt;strong&gt;assbolt&lt;/strong&gt;. Which &lt;strong&gt;Jasmine&lt;/strong&gt; likes to sit on. Comfortably. HAHA. I much enjoyed the MP3 train trips listening to thought-provoking songs. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;Word Challenge Nerds.&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Arriving at uni became &lt;strong&gt;less&lt;/strong&gt; productive than staying at home, and there's only one thing to blame: &lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;Word Challenge&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. If I wasn't playing 20 questions with &lt;strong&gt;Jasmine&lt;/strong&gt;, we'd be at it playing Word Challenge whilst waiting for &lt;strong&gt;Lenny&lt;/strong&gt;. To add fuel to the fire of procrastination, it became our regular escape from programming, even with &lt;strong&gt;Lenny&lt;/strong&gt; and everyone else there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;During one of the nights, it was &lt;strong&gt;Lenny&lt;/strong&gt;, &lt;strong&gt;Jasmine&lt;/strong&gt;, &lt;strong&gt;Gordon&lt;/strong&gt;, &lt;strong&gt;Ivan&lt;/strong&gt;, &lt;strong&gt;Jason&lt;/strong&gt; and &lt;strong&gt;myself&lt;/strong&gt; all doing programming. Putting Word Challenge aside, &lt;strong&gt;Ivan&lt;/strong&gt; decided to do the &lt;em&gt;PhoneTracer&lt;/em&gt; trick to &lt;strong&gt;Jason&lt;/strong&gt;. One of the funniest moments in this programming period. Oblivious to what was about to happen, &lt;strong&gt;Jason&lt;/strong&gt; waits, then suddenly the image/video pops up. LOL It wasn't the typical &lt;em&gt;in-your-face&lt;/em&gt; type of scare, but just imagine that.. with a bit more exposure. A little &lt;em&gt;TOO&lt;/em&gt; much exposure. Hilarious stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;Don't worry. We'll be quiet.&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Getting 25% of the assignment done was only just a slice of the cake. We were cheering, unaware of the amount of crap we still had remaining. Nonetheless, we soldiered on, long hours spent in classrooms, even with other classes using the classroom. &lt;strong&gt;Xander&lt;/strong&gt;, &lt;strong&gt;Jasmine&lt;/strong&gt; and &lt;strong&gt;I&lt;/strong&gt; had stayed in a classroom with another class, &lt;strong&gt;quietly&lt;/strong&gt; working on our assignment so we don't disturb them. &lt;strong&gt;Lenny&lt;/strong&gt; then comes into the classroom, tutor again, reminds us to &lt;strong&gt;stay quiet&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Tutor:&lt;/strong&gt; Could you guys please be quiet while you're in here?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Us:&lt;/strong&gt; Its okay. We'll be quiet, we'll be quiet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Lennys Phone:&lt;/strong&gt; RINGRINGRINGRING *guitar solo* (btw thanks &lt;strong&gt;Tim&lt;/strong&gt;! Perfect timing)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Us:&lt;/strong&gt; omg... ok we'll leave.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Come the next week, we've made progress in the assignment, but the due date was drawing near, and there was still much to be done. Walking to Uni one morning, I realised I had forgotten to bring noodles, so &lt;strong&gt;Jasmine&lt;/strong&gt; and &lt;strong&gt;I&lt;/strong&gt; stop by the closest convenience store. I purchase my chicken and corn noodles and &lt;strong&gt;Jasmine&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strong&gt;the hobbit&lt;/strong&gt; decides to take it from me and run off. I catch her, and there we are in the middle of the walkway fighting over a $1.50 cup of noodles, which I offered to buy another one for her. Karma being on my side, smites &lt;strong&gt;JC&lt;/strong&gt; and causes her to slip and almost stack it, with her gripless shoes. &lt;strong&gt;HAHA&lt;/strong&gt;. If I had let go of the noodles then... You would've more than just hated me then &lt;strong&gt;JC&lt;/strong&gt;. lol. &lt;strong&gt;Model and the gangster&lt;/strong&gt;. Hmm?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;Completion, Birthdays, and Celebration.&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In celebration of &lt;strong&gt;Lenny's&lt;/strong&gt; bday anniversary, which happens every Wednesday, and to coincide with the completion of the programming assignment, this week &lt;strong&gt;Jasmine&lt;/strong&gt; and &lt;strong&gt;I&lt;/strong&gt; decided to get him an expensive lolly from.. &lt;em&gt;a shop we cannot name&lt;/em&gt;. Pictures will explain the day for now. (scroll through)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="OVERFLOW: auto; HEIGHT: 400px"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img alt="Image and video hosting by TinyPic" src="http://i37.tinypic.com/2lt4qom.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;Happy Bday mate. Enjoy the candy we specifically picked out for you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img alt="Image and video hosting by TinyPic" src="http://i37.tinypic.com/1562rms.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Posers!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img alt="Image and video hosting by TinyPic" src="http://i37.tinypic.com/346q7vr.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lenny obviously hard at work on programming....&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img alt="Image and video hosting by TinyPic" src="http://i33.tinypic.com/alqj4l.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.... guess not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="Image and video hosting by TinyPic" src="http://i33.tinypic.com/2n6bw4n.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sneaking around.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img alt="Image and video hosting by TinyPic" src="http://i37.tinypic.com/b4w01t.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Umm, dunno what's going on here, buts it looks pretty homo.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img alt="Image and video hosting by TinyPic" src="http://i34.tinypic.com/33vi8nr.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AJL.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img alt="Image and video hosting by TinyPic" src="http://i33.tinypic.com/dljcsl.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What we get up to in our spare time... &lt;p&gt;&lt;img alt="Image and video hosting by TinyPic" src="http://i33.tinypic.com/11qtgn5.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Magic?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img alt="Image and video hosting by TinyPic" src="http://i34.tinypic.com/10nrnuc.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hacky Sack? or are we dancing? &lt;p&gt;&lt;img alt="Image and video hosting by TinyPic" src="http://i33.tinypic.com/e8sniv.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lenny contemplating how to go about consuming his birthday dish. (Thanks btw) &lt;p&gt;&lt;img alt="Image and video hosting by TinyPic" src="http://i37.tinypic.com/2lcs6ls.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah.. &lt;p&gt;&lt;img alt="Image and video hosting by TinyPic" src="http://i33.tinypic.com/2mcdq20.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Jap place at Market City. &lt;p&gt;&lt;img alt="Image and video hosting by TinyPic" src="http://i33.tinypic.com/1zqukk1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Action shot! Ping pong after programming!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img alt="Image and video hosting by TinyPic" src="http://i35.tinypic.com/2wron04.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/center&gt;Hiding your true skills...&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;kthx&lt;strong&gt;bye &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6871731973395741703-38131660379809760?l=its-adrian.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://its-adrian.blogspot.com/feeds/38131660379809760/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6871731973395741703&amp;postID=38131660379809760&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6871731973395741703/posts/default/38131660379809760'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6871731973395741703/posts/default/38131660379809760'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://its-adrian.blogspot.com/2008/09/tangled-up-in-blue-programming-blob.html' title='Tangled Up In Blue [Programming Blob]'/><author><name>Adrian C.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11606128147481601920</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PUSukbBvy6U/Ss2kh0sjAiI/AAAAAAAAAQo/b8QeOIHuvW8/s1600-R/rtp5dl.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i33.tinypic.com/o53lgh_th.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6871731973395741703.post-1726885056754074391</id><published>2008-09-12T12:43:00.006+10:00</published><updated>2008-09-12T13:56:06.051+10:00</updated><title type='text'>I'M SAD</title><content type='html'>My name is Jasmine Cacdac.&lt;br /&gt;Hello world, I am really sad at the moment.&lt;br /&gt;Because Tim hates me.&lt;br /&gt;And I don't know why.&lt;br /&gt;Actually I know why.&lt;br /&gt;He told me explicitly.&lt;br /&gt;But one person he really hates is Lenny.&lt;br /&gt;And Lenny says "Eff you Tim!"&lt;br /&gt;But it doesn't really matter.&lt;br /&gt;Because Tim is like a stranger to me now.&lt;br /&gt;A few weeks worth of good friendship.&lt;br /&gt;And it was all for nothing.&lt;br /&gt;It was fun though.&lt;br /&gt;Because we ate lots of KFC.&lt;br /&gt;And tried to do the Mentos/Diet Coke experiment.&lt;br /&gt;But we failed.&lt;br /&gt;Well Lenny failed.&lt;br /&gt;Because he had the Mentos in his mouth.&lt;br /&gt;And spat it in the bottle.&lt;br /&gt;Which is so wrong.&lt;br /&gt;But, back to the topic of hating.&lt;br /&gt;I guess I'll just have to accept that Tim hates me.&lt;br /&gt;And that Tim also hates everyone.&lt;br /&gt;I don't know if that's such a good thing.&lt;br /&gt;But it does bring a little comfort to my little heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bye!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jasmine, again.&lt;br /&gt;Tim, maybe our friendship has a chance.&lt;br /&gt;Just stop hating the qualities that I have I guess.&lt;br /&gt;Such as liking bands without knowing their history.&lt;br /&gt;Or liking songs without knowing what album they are from.&lt;br /&gt;Or liking music that you don't like.&lt;br /&gt;But in all seriousness.&lt;br /&gt;Your red hoodie is cool.&lt;br /&gt;You can be Little Red Riding Tim.&lt;br /&gt;The stranger.&lt;br /&gt;The one that the wolf will trick for a bit.&lt;br /&gt;The one who didn't follow the path.&lt;br /&gt;The one with red shoes like Dorothy.&lt;br /&gt;From the Wizard of Oz.&lt;br /&gt;I like wizards.&lt;br /&gt;Especially the ones in Harry Potter.&lt;br /&gt;This entry is long now.&lt;br /&gt;Maybe we can make it into a song.&lt;br /&gt;Tim, do you hate this as well?&lt;br /&gt;Making songs up without proper inspiration?&lt;br /&gt;I'm sorry if you do.&lt;br /&gt;But you can't change it.&lt;br /&gt;Cos I already said it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Adrian:  JC, stop hating the hater.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh that's not true Adrian.&lt;br /&gt;I don't hate Tim at all.&lt;br /&gt;I wish it would go back to how it used to be.&lt;br /&gt;With flowers and lollipops and KFC snackboxes all around.&lt;br /&gt;But it's up to Tim.&lt;br /&gt;I hope it all works out in the end.&lt;br /&gt;So we can tease Adrian together.&lt;br /&gt;Happily.&lt;br /&gt;Like a happy group of friends.&lt;br /&gt;United together for "Annoy Adrian Time".&lt;br /&gt;And we can discuss blog antics.&lt;br /&gt;And catch the train together.&lt;br /&gt;And walk backwards and step on each other.&lt;br /&gt;And find hoodies on the internet and buy it in real life.&lt;br /&gt;And wear red shoes.&lt;br /&gt;And pink sunnies.&lt;br /&gt;And not take off our backpacks.&lt;br /&gt;And think of situations too much until it passes us by.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6871731973395741703-1726885056754074391?l=its-adrian.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://its-adrian.blogspot.com/feeds/1726885056754074391/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6871731973395741703&amp;postID=1726885056754074391&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6871731973395741703/posts/default/1726885056754074391'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6871731973395741703/posts/default/1726885056754074391'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://its-adrian.blogspot.com/2008/09/im-sad.html' title='I&apos;M SAD'/><author><name>Adrian C.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11606128147481601920</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PUSukbBvy6U/Ss2kh0sjAiI/AAAAAAAAAQo/b8QeOIHuvW8/s1600-R/rtp5dl.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6871731973395741703.post-8308138922859089219</id><published>2008-09-07T16:54:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2008-09-07T22:45:20.194+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Its African Fruit Hat Cyclops Woman!</title><content type='html'>Currently listening to:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Memory"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sugarcult&lt;br /&gt;Palm Trees and Power Lines&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;What happens when no programming gets done...&lt;br /&gt;EDIT:  &lt;strong&gt;For the record&lt;/strong&gt;, its not a real fruit hat, its her wearing all her headbands. LOL.  Sorry to disappoint.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5243178302962570018" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PUSukbBvy6U/SMOC4xIekyI/AAAAAAAAACI/CtYQlpYXPk8/s400/african.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Her Fruit Hat accomplice.. cept hers doesn't even have fruit. CHEAPSKATE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5243188681536824642" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PUSukbBvy6U/SMOMU4VZ5UI/AAAAAAAAACY/MlIAlk6qV8g/s400/robin.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;... and cyclops.. zzzzap..lol. Silly woman.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5243178305348187330" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PUSukbBvy6U/SMOC46BQNMI/AAAAAAAAACQ/8eOiQKGpmSc/s400/cyclops.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;kthx&lt;strong&gt;bye&lt;/strong&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/6871731973395741703-8308138922859089219?l=its-adrian.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://its-adrian.blogspot.com/feeds/8308138922859089219/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6871731973395741703&amp;postID=8308138922859089219&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6871731973395741703/posts/default/8308138922859089219'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6871731973395741703/posts/default/8308138922859089219'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://its-adrian.blogspot.com/2008/09/its-african-fruit-hat-cyclops-woman.html' title='Its African Fruit Hat Cyclops Woman!'/><author><name>Adrian C.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11606128147481601920</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PUSukbBvy6U/Ss2kh0sjAiI/AAAAAAAAAQo/b8QeOIHuvW8/s1600-R/rtp5dl.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PUSukbBvy6U/SMOC4xIekyI/AAAAAAAAACI/CtYQlpYXPk8/s72-c/african.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6871731973395741703.post-4072238312530258798</id><published>2008-09-04T17:47:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2008-09-04T23:21:34.772+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Progress, I confess, is way overdue..</title><content type='html'>Currently listening to:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Freedom"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Run Kid Run&lt;br /&gt;Love at the Core&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;Wednesday (27/08/08)&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Lenny's&lt;/strong&gt; bday today. The day started off with &lt;strong&gt;Lenny&lt;/strong&gt; picking me up from my house, then it was off the &lt;strong&gt;JC's&lt;/strong&gt; house to go pick her up. Knowing &lt;strong&gt;Lenny's&lt;/strong&gt; goldfish memory, it was only a matter of time before we ended up somewhere we &lt;em&gt;weren't&lt;/em&gt; supposed to (Haha). And that's exactly what happened. Eventually found her house. lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Drove to Rouse Hill to go see if we could find some clothes we wanted. Walked into &lt;strong&gt;Glue&lt;/strong&gt; and &lt;strong&gt;GP&lt;/strong&gt;. Only to walk out with nothing. I did end up getting to try on some nudies, and shirts that I probably would buy, but just not now. Had some churros after (no visit to Rouse Hill would be complete without churros). &lt;strong&gt;JC's&lt;/strong&gt; churros were so.. .big.. and... chewy. Looked.. &lt;em&gt;delicious&lt;/em&gt;. ;) Went to &lt;strong&gt;JC's&lt;/strong&gt; house after, to go watch Zoolander and one episode of Seinfeld. That was cool, I've &lt;u&gt;never&lt;/u&gt; seen Zoolander before, yeah, I'm such a knob. Headed to Blacktown after .. although, according to &lt;strong&gt;Ivan's&lt;/strong&gt; beliefs, we were heading to Newcastle. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Got to Blacktown Workers Club, and met up with &lt;strong&gt;Shirley&lt;/strong&gt; and &lt;strong&gt;Veronica&lt;/strong&gt;. Later, &lt;strong&gt;Ivan&lt;/strong&gt; and &lt;strong&gt;Tim&lt;/strong&gt; came then we walked up to the buffet. More of &lt;strong&gt;Lenny's&lt;/strong&gt; friends came, then we ate into the night. Got dropped off home by &lt;strong&gt;JC&lt;/strong&gt; afterwards (cool parents).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5242079081627715234" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PUSukbBvy6U/SL-bJqjtBqI/AAAAAAAAACA/xbJNpQou3Cc/s400/2813928084_0e8d403d01_b.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Saturday (30/08/08)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;UTS Open Day. Picked up my Lee Jeans from Zero. Then headed off to UTS to go eventually meet up with &lt;strong&gt;Nicole&lt;/strong&gt;. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Eventually found her with her friend, then we headed to the Great Hall to grab some pamphlets. on the way out we were stopped by this "&lt;em&gt;hot&lt;/em&gt;" asian chick, to go take a survey. The incentive? &lt;strong&gt;FREE FOOD&lt;/strong&gt;. So we take it. They take us to a secluded room, the free food we get is mini croisants and some.. custard pies? And a free drink. The survey... &lt;strong&gt;was bloody 50 pages long&lt;/strong&gt;. So we ended up just ticking random boxes. Oblivious to the fact that it was only meant for &lt;u&gt;high school students&lt;/u&gt;, I handed mine in, until they realised I was in uni. And still got away with free food. They looked a bit disappointed. Hahahahaha my bad.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Watched some animations by UTS students, then I took &lt;strong&gt;Nicole&lt;/strong&gt; to her first bar. :) Bought some drinks then played some pool. Met a couple of drunk dudes, and a lonely guy who kept commenting on everythign we did. &lt;em&gt;Smashed&lt;/em&gt; &lt;strong&gt;Nicole&lt;/strong&gt; in pool. Because &lt;em&gt;I'm such a pro.&lt;/em&gt; :)... at bs-ing. Walked her to her bustop then she left.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;Yesterday.&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Watched &lt;strong&gt;The Strangers&lt;/strong&gt; with &lt;strong&gt;Lenny&lt;/strong&gt;, &lt;strong&gt;JC&lt;/strong&gt; and &lt;strong&gt;Shirley&lt;/strong&gt;. Hmm... like &lt;strong&gt;Jelli&lt;/strong&gt; described it.. it was "&lt;em&gt;suspenseful but stupid&lt;/em&gt;". The ending was dumb. The scares were... decent. LOL. It was building up to a scary moment, and &lt;strong&gt;JC&lt;/strong&gt; was walking up the stairs (having just come back from the toilets), there was a loud shriek, Shirley screamed, and next thing you see, &lt;strong&gt;JC's&lt;/strong&gt; bolting up the stairs. HAHAHA. ..... HAHAHAHAH. Good stuff. After that, we headed off to Uni for some tasteful Programming.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Well thats it up to now. I think. Left out some things but I blame myself for not remembering. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;kthx&lt;strong&gt;bye&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6871731973395741703-4072238312530258798?l=its-adrian.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://its-adrian.blogspot.com/feeds/4072238312530258798/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6871731973395741703&amp;postID=4072238312530258798&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6871731973395741703/posts/default/4072238312530258798'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6871731973395741703/posts/default/4072238312530258798'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://its-adrian.blogspot.com/2008/09/progress-i-confess-is-way-overdue.html' title='Progress, I confess, is way overdue..'/><author><name>Adrian C.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11606128147481601920</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PUSukbBvy6U/Ss2kh0sjAiI/AAAAAAAAAQo/b8QeOIHuvW8/s1600-R/rtp5dl.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PUSukbBvy6U/SL-bJqjtBqI/AAAAAAAAACA/xbJNpQou3Cc/s72-c/2813928084_0e8d403d01_b.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6871731973395741703.post-7332961628230028811</id><published>2008-08-27T11:43:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2008-08-28T12:15:26.997+10:00</updated><title type='text'>KaRens KRazy KRuise</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;Currently listening to:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"In the Way"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Ne-Yo&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Year of the Gentleman &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Saturday&lt;/strong&gt;:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Met up with &lt;strong&gt;JC&lt;/strong&gt; at Blacktown and met her friends, &lt;strong&gt;Daniel&lt;/strong&gt;, &lt;strong&gt;Milly&lt;/strong&gt;, &lt;strong&gt;Pat&lt;/strong&gt;, and &lt;strong&gt;Kathy&lt;/strong&gt;, whom which I have seen a lot before, but not actually spoken to til then. Hahah. Except for &lt;strong&gt;Milly &lt;/strong&gt;and&lt;strong&gt; Pat&lt;/strong&gt;, new faces&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; :) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Trained it to &lt;strong&gt;Wynyard&lt;/strong&gt;, and we already had the sensation of our stomachs grumbling. But &lt;strong&gt;Karens&lt;/strong&gt; being a cocktail party (i.e. finger food), we knew we weren't expecting to have a feast. Took us a while to actually find the wharf the ship was actually at. Every one of her guests were lost. &lt;strong&gt;Pat&lt;/strong&gt; and I eventally found it and we all boarded.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;*ALL ABOARD*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos-b.ak.facebook.com/photos-ak-snc1/v314/106/29/689547531/n689547531_866905_1540.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;[TOP] L-R: Milly, Kathy, Danny, JC, ME! (Guess which one I made?)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos-g.ak.facebook.com/photos-ak-snc1/v314/106/29/689547531/n689547531_866902_506.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos-e.ak.facebook.com/photos-ak-snc1/v314/106/29/689547531/n689547531_866900_5626.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos-d.ak.facebook.com/photos-ak-sf2p/v336/117/86/571351820/n571351820_1215987_328.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;[TOP &amp;amp; BOTTOM] LAME KRU! :)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos-f.ak.facebook.com/photos-ak-sf2p/v336/117/86/571351820/n571351820_1216005_7007.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;[BOTTOM] Our LK Gift to Karen. LOVE THE MASK!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos-b.ak.facebook.com/photos-ak-sf2p/v336/117/86/571351820/n571351820_1216009_8575.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos-c.ak.facebook.com/photos-ak-sf2p/v336/117/86/571351820/n571351820_1216010_8949.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Karen posing with the mask, then the rest of the lame kru posing with it on. GO US. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos-f.ak.facebook.com/photos-ak-sf2p/v336/117/86/571351820/n571351820_1216021_3326.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos-g.ak.facebook.com/photos-ak-sf2p/v336/117/86/571351820/n571351820_1216022_3917.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos-b.ak.facebook.com/photos-ak-sf2p/v336/117/86/571351820/n571351820_1216025_5185.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos-a.ak.facebook.com/photos-ak-sf2p/v336/117/86/571351820/n571351820_1216024_4725.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos-g.ak.facebook.com/photos-ak-sf2p/v336/117/86/571351820/n571351820_1216030_7262.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6871731973395741703-7332961628230028811?l=its-adrian.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://its-adrian.blogspot.com/feeds/7332961628230028811/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6871731973395741703&amp;postID=7332961628230028811&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6871731973395741703/posts/default/7332961628230028811'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6871731973395741703/posts/default/7332961628230028811'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://its-adrian.blogspot.com/2008/08/karens-krazy-kruise.html' title='KaRens KRazy KRuise'/><author><name>Adrian C.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11606128147481601920</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PUSukbBvy6U/Ss2kh0sjAiI/AAAAAAAAAQo/b8QeOIHuvW8/s1600-R/rtp5dl.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6871731973395741703.post-4371653846716797602</id><published>2008-08-23T12:00:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2008-08-23T12:21:52.416+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Playing Catch Up (Catsup? Ketchup?)</title><content type='html'>Currently listening to:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;"The Resistance"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anberlin&lt;br /&gt;New Surrender&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's been a &lt;strong&gt;desert&lt;/strong&gt; on this blog for the past couple of weeks. The whole point of making a new one was to get me to start writing more frequently. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Uni/Lazyness&lt;/strong&gt;: 1&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Adrian&lt;/strong&gt;: 0&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So last Friday was &lt;strong&gt;Springfest&lt;/strong&gt;. Shared 5 jugs of beer between the guys (&lt;strong&gt;Ricky&lt;/strong&gt;, &lt;strong&gt;Aakash&lt;/strong&gt;, &lt;strong&gt;Tim&lt;/strong&gt;, &lt;strong&gt;Ivan&lt;/strong&gt;, &lt;strong&gt;Jason&lt;/strong&gt;) and myself. Crashed &lt;strong&gt;Lenny's&lt;/strong&gt; programming class where we convinced the tutor we were there for a purpose.. as tipsy as we were. Come 7pm,&lt;strong&gt; SPRINGFEST&lt;/strong&gt;! &lt;strong&gt;MEANING FREE BEER WITH THE $1000 BAR TAB&lt;/strong&gt;!!!!!111!!1 But &lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;no&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;, to all of our surprise, as soon as we got there (arond 7.10pm), the bar tab was already &lt;u&gt;finished&lt;/u&gt;. Oh well. Bought drinks instead, danced. Met &lt;strong&gt;Rebecca&lt;/strong&gt;, &lt;strong&gt;Wendy&lt;/strong&gt;, and &lt;strong&gt;Hannah&lt;/strong&gt;. &lt;em&gt;aye, aye&lt;/em&gt;. lol. Also met some Marketing people in my class, &lt;strong&gt;Vanessa&lt;/strong&gt; and &lt;strong&gt;Jenny&lt;/strong&gt;. I'm so great with names. Later on, we met &lt;strong&gt;Fiona&lt;/strong&gt; and &lt;strong&gt;Allison&lt;/strong&gt;, who apparently says we &lt;em&gt;dance so well&lt;/em&gt;. I dunno if that was the alcohol or what. But ok. :D haha. Fun night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos-376.ll.facebook.com/photos-ll-sf2p/v297/41/68/595728376/n595728376_694148_6931.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos-g.ak.facebook.com/photos-ak-snc1/v313/27/90/516620954/n516620954_1265566_5426.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Forgot what I did Saturday night. Uni throughout the week was pretty average.  Except  yesterday.  Walked 20 minutes through the rain to go to the &lt;strong&gt;Ksubi&lt;/strong&gt; sale, only for all of us to come back &lt;em&gt;empty handed&lt;/em&gt;.  LOl.  Bussed it back to make it back in time for programming.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Karens&lt;/strong&gt; 21st tonight, on a cruise.  I should've bought the mask (masquerade) before and asked around for ideas on what to paint on it.  The mask I bought doesn't even have &lt;strong&gt;eyeholes&lt;/strong&gt;, let alone holes for &lt;strong&gt;breathing&lt;/strong&gt; or even an &lt;strong&gt;elastic&lt;/strong&gt; to tie it around my head.  Oh well, it came with a paint set.   You get what you pay for.  All &lt;strong&gt;$3.50&lt;/strong&gt; of it.  Pictures of the mask later.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;kthx&lt;strong&gt;bye&lt;/strong&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/6871731973395741703-4371653846716797602?l=its-adrian.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://its-adrian.blogspot.com/feeds/4371653846716797602/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6871731973395741703&amp;postID=4371653846716797602&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6871731973395741703/posts/default/4371653846716797602'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6871731973395741703/posts/default/4371653846716797602'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://its-adrian.blogspot.com/2008/08/playing-catch-up-catsup-ketchup.html' title='Playing Catch Up (Catsup? Ketchup?)'/><author><name>Adrian C.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11606128147481601920</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PUSukbBvy6U/Ss2kh0sjAiI/AAAAAAAAAQo/b8QeOIHuvW8/s1600-R/rtp5dl.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6871731973395741703.post-7746384050203146971</id><published>2008-08-14T12:57:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2008-08-14T23:42:39.315+10:00</updated><title type='text'>I can see clearly now (the rain is gone)!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Currently listening to:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;"Let's Groove"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;CDB&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Thursday, my only day off uni, and also one of the few days recently with clear skies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5234230401670548930" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 398px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 272px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="205" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PUSukbBvy6U/SKO40XQfjcI/AAAAAAAAAA8/OmYd0oMwEXg/s400/Picture+027rotate.jpg" width="301" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;Ok, so the above pic was taken at &lt;strong&gt;WYD&lt;/strong&gt;. So what.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5234230408099183922" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PUSukbBvy6U/SKO40vNMvTI/AAAAAAAAABE/Pch8GheL90U/s400/DSC02728stroke.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Above is the view outside my house. I guess I like my area a lot. &lt;em&gt;Not a lot happens&lt;/em&gt;, but its still a fairly good neighbourhood, especially with the shops and friends nearby. :)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;So yesterday, went to Blacktown library to go study with &lt;strong&gt;Lenny&lt;/strong&gt;. He ended up coming 2 hours later, and it was damn humid in the library. Those old ladies need to tone down the AC. As soon as &lt;strong&gt;Lenny&lt;/strong&gt; came, we headed off to eat the usual $3 meals at &lt;strong&gt;Pizza Hut&lt;/strong&gt;. Bumped into &lt;strong&gt;Jeaneline&lt;/strong&gt; and &lt;strong&gt;Edwin&lt;/strong&gt;, so we ate with them. Edwin managed to spill his can of Sunkist, then along comes the Westpoint cleaner lady who blames &lt;strong&gt;Jeaneline&lt;/strong&gt; (when she didn't do it). And to have &lt;strong&gt;Lenny&lt;/strong&gt; and I continuously blame her for what she didn't do was friggin hilarous.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Westpoint Cleaner Lady&lt;/strong&gt;: "Next time, when something like this happens, make sure you tell me, okay?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Jeaneline&lt;/strong&gt;: Oh ok, but it wasn't me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Lenny &amp;amp; I&lt;/strong&gt;: Yeah it was her. Its ok (directed at cleaner lady), we'll make sure she doesn't do it again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Jeaneline&lt;/strong&gt;: -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHA. :)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Later, we headed off to Blacktown Workers Club to play some ping pong. Although &lt;strong&gt;Jeaneline&lt;/strong&gt; was underage. So we went in, unprepared for rejection, only to have it come hit us in the face, well &lt;strong&gt;Jeaneline&lt;/strong&gt; more specifically. Haha. She got singled out. But oh well... next time wear your glasses! Makes you look 5 years older.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Headed off to uni for Programming. Got off at Sevo on the way home cos the family was at &lt;strong&gt;Marvin's&lt;/strong&gt; house. Had dinner there, then headed home. :)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Tomorrow is Friday. Springfest tomorrow! If my friends plan to go too!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;--------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;(MSN CONVO REGARDING SPRINGFEST, AND A REALLY GAY LINE)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;electricityscape says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;did you know regular sex improves your immune system&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;adrian ! hey there one in a million says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;is that like some line you use in the clubs&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;electricityscape says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;AHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;electricityscape says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;fosho mate&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;adrian ! hey there one in a million says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;;]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;electricityscape says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;hey you can try it out tomorrow night HAHAH&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;adrian ! hey there one in a million says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;why do guys have such a lower chance of having a successful outcome with that&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;adrian ! hey there one in a million says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;ROFL&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;electricityscape says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;`ROFL&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;adrian ! hey there one in a million says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;yoiu want me to?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;electricityscape says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;PLEASE DO&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;electricityscape says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;OMG&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;electricityscape says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;PLEASE DO&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;electricityscape says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;ILL COME FOR SURE IF YOU DO&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;electricityscape says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;LOLOL&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;adrian ! hey there one in a million says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;are yuou going to be standing next to me?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;adrian ! hey there one in a million says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;YOU CAN BE MY WINGMAN&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;adrian ! hey there one in a million says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;actually, you can stand next to them, and pretend you dont know me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;adrian ! hey there one in a million says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;then you take it from there, if they just give me dirties!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;electricityscape says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;HAHAHAH&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;electricityscape says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;alright&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;electricityscape says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;if you get barred&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;electricityscape says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;ill respond&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;electricityscape says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;xD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;adrian ! hey there one in a million says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;with?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;electricityscape says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;you give me a line&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;electricityscape says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;since igave you the pick up line&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;electricityscape says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;hahaha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;adrian ! hey there one in a million says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;ok&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;adrian ! hey there one in a million says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;when i say the line, and if i fail&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;adrian ! hey there one in a million says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;and youre standing there&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;adrian ! hey there one in a million says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;you say&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;adrian ! hey there one in a million says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;"no. i didnt"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;adrian ! hey there one in a million says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;then we walk off into the crowd&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;electricityscape says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;AHAHAH&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;electricityscape says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;deal&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;electricityscape says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;DEAL&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;electricityscape says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;you better do it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;-------------------------------------------------------- &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Good luck to me.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;kthx&lt;strong&gt;bye&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6871731973395741703-7746384050203146971?l=its-adrian.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://its-adrian.blogspot.com/feeds/7746384050203146971/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6871731973395741703&amp;postID=7746384050203146971&amp;isPopup=true' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6871731973395741703/posts/default/7746384050203146971'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6871731973395741703/posts/default/7746384050203146971'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://its-adrian.blogspot.com/2008/08/i-can-see-clearly-now-rain-is-gone.html' title='I can see clearly now (the rain is gone)!'/><author><name>Adrian C.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11606128147481601920</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PUSukbBvy6U/Ss2kh0sjAiI/AAAAAAAAAQo/b8QeOIHuvW8/s1600-R/rtp5dl.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PUSukbBvy6U/SKO40XQfjcI/AAAAAAAAAA8/OmYd0oMwEXg/s72-c/Picture+027rotate.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6871731973395741703.post-8394790501026993895</id><published>2008-08-09T15:32:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2008-08-10T20:13:38.888+10:00</updated><title type='text'>08/08/08 - Lucky, much?</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Currently listening to:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"That's Wassup"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Frankie J ft. Baby Bash&lt;br /&gt;Untitled Album&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So last Friday was &lt;strong&gt;8th August, 2008&lt;/strong&gt;. Maybe lucky for some (well according to Chinese culture, but I'm sure a lot more people took it that way), but unlucky for others. I guess its safe to say I'm part of the &lt;strong&gt;latter.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Got to uni around 1.30 and met up with &lt;strong&gt;Ivan&lt;/strong&gt;, &lt;strong&gt;Tim&lt;/strong&gt;, &lt;strong&gt;Lenny&lt;/strong&gt;, &lt;strong&gt;Nikki&lt;/strong&gt; and &lt;strong&gt;Chris&lt;/strong&gt; (too good at table tennis). After &lt;strong&gt;Lenny&lt;/strong&gt; lost, I had my go and expectedly got owned. After that, &lt;strong&gt;Tim&lt;/strong&gt;, &lt;strong&gt;Ivan&lt;/strong&gt; and I hit the EGG lounge for some &lt;u&gt;Smash Bros Brawl&lt;/u&gt;. &lt;strong&gt;Tim&lt;/strong&gt; won both games I think, and I seemed to be the only one using the &lt;em&gt;Wiimote&lt;/em&gt; as the controller. lol. Least I didn't come last..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;After that we all headed to &lt;strong&gt;McDonalds/Maccas/Mickey D's&lt;/strong&gt; for some lunch. From there, it was &lt;strong&gt;Simon&lt;/strong&gt;, &lt;strong&gt;Jimmy&lt;/strong&gt;, &lt;strong&gt;Jason&lt;/strong&gt;, &lt;strong&gt;Gordon&lt;/strong&gt;, &lt;strong&gt;Ivan&lt;/strong&gt;, &lt;strong&gt;Tim&lt;/strong&gt;, &lt;strong&gt;Lenny&lt;/strong&gt;, &lt;strong&gt;Nikki&lt;/strong&gt;, and I. I was just going to go in for some fries... but the other guys had something &lt;em&gt;bigger&lt;/em&gt; in mind. Much bigger (in a non-gay way).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Someone had suggested the idea of having a race to finish this huge &lt;strong&gt;lump of fat&lt;/strong&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v472/sickass54/DSC00050.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Pounder.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5232397157858215602" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 228px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 285px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="249" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PUSukbBvy6U/SJ01fh3nBrI/AAAAAAAAAAk/d9ks0kF_-Tw/s400/DSC00530.JPG" width="188" border="0" /&gt;It wasn't until a few bites in that we all started to get an idea of how we would place. Further hilarity ensued from the result of &lt;strong&gt;gagging&lt;/strong&gt; noises and watching the oil drip from the burgers &lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;(TASTY)&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the end, we all eventually got there, except for &lt;strong&gt;Jason&lt;/strong&gt; who eventually had everything in his mouth, only to have all that come bursting back out. LOL &lt;strong&gt;winner&lt;/strong&gt;, right there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Rankings:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Jimmy&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Simon&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Gordon&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ivan&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Lenny&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Adrian&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Tim&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Jason&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/MH78lQldCPE&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/MH78lQldCPE&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;After Programming Fundamentals, had a jug of beer at Glasshouse Bar, then we split up. 4 of us went to &lt;strong&gt;Star City&lt;/strong&gt;, whilst the others went and did their own thing until 7pm (BiG event with free alcohol). &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;My good luck&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; Like I had any, I eventually ended up down $20 on the pokies. The most I was up was by $1 something. Then it was just a rollercoaster from there, which then eventually plummeted to &lt;strong&gt;zilch&lt;/strong&gt;. Around 7.30 came, then we all headed back to UTS to go to the &lt;strong&gt;Loft&lt;/strong&gt;. As &lt;strong&gt;Ivan&lt;/strong&gt; had already mentioned, &lt;strong&gt;Thien&lt;/strong&gt;, &lt;strong&gt;Billy&lt;/strong&gt;, &lt;strong&gt;Ivan&lt;/strong&gt; and I engaged in a convo about the ways of &lt;em&gt;women&lt;/em&gt;. We came up with some theories that we'll soon test out in the coming weeks when we eventually all agree to which club to go to, and when we're all free. Awesome fun night though. &lt;/p&gt;And because I noticed a trend in the other guys' blogs, I think I'd be fair (:D) to give the plug on their blogs. &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Ivan - &lt;a href="http://ice-van.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://ice-van.blogspot.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tim - &lt;a href="http://moviescriptlife.wordpress.com/"&gt;http://moviescriptlife.wordpress.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lenny - &lt;a href="http://lenstaa.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://lenstaa.blogspot.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kthx&lt;strong&gt;bye&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;PS. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5232828715768894882" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PUSukbBvy6U/SJ69_gXeVaI/AAAAAAAAAAs/salWtanYm14/s400/mobile.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6871731973395741703-8394790501026993895?l=its-adrian.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://its-adrian.blogspot.com/feeds/8394790501026993895/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6871731973395741703&amp;postID=8394790501026993895&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6871731973395741703/posts/default/8394790501026993895'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6871731973395741703/posts/default/8394790501026993895'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://its-adrian.blogspot.com/2008/08/080808-lucky-much.html' title='08/08/08 - Lucky, much?'/><author><name>Adrian C.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11606128147481601920</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PUSukbBvy6U/Ss2kh0sjAiI/AAAAAAAAAQo/b8QeOIHuvW8/s1600-R/rtp5dl.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PUSukbBvy6U/SJ01fh3nBrI/AAAAAAAAAAk/d9ks0kF_-Tw/s72-c/DSC00530.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6871731973395741703.post-6574093230101227626</id><published>2008-08-06T23:35:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2008-08-07T01:20:47.582+10:00</updated><title type='text'>New Beginnings</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Currently listening to:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Mighty to Save"&lt;br /&gt;Hillsong United&lt;br /&gt;With Hearts as One&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Dark Knight @ Gold Class&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One Word: &lt;strong&gt;Amazingly-breathtaking-awesomeness&lt;/strong&gt;. &lt;strong&gt;Christian Bale's&lt;/strong&gt; rusty Batman voice is so manly. &lt;em&gt;"WHERE IS HE?!"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Nikki's 18th&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since I can't be assed writing in full sentences, a quicklist will have to do for now (cos I'm lazy, and because I faintly remember every detail now!).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Dropped off by Lenny&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Xander getting off at BANKSTOWN, instead of BLACKTOWN. LOL&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;BONFIRE.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Catch up with Dex&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;MEETING PEOPLE.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Food, Drinks&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Dancing&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Meeting more people&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Lenny getting melted plastic in his hair.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Singing Happy Birthday 50 billion times to Nikki.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5231417484810544162" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PUSukbBvy6U/SJm6fDXmZCI/AAAAAAAAAAc/KAGwpWn2-Tk/s320/26-07-08_2214.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Gloria's 18th&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Met up with &lt;strong&gt;Billy&lt;/strong&gt;, &lt;strong&gt;Tim&lt;/strong&gt; and &lt;strong&gt;Ivan&lt;/strong&gt;. Went to &lt;strong&gt;Maloney's&lt;/strong&gt; first for some drinks before heading off to SOHO. Got to SOHO, &lt;u&gt;dumb bouncer&lt;/u&gt; told me my name wasn't on the list, but it actually was. After going in, it seemed a bit dead, but then the night was still young so it took a while for everyone to get dancing - albiet it was so &lt;em&gt;packed&lt;/em&gt;/&lt;em&gt;crowded&lt;/em&gt;. Bought some more drinks, danced some more, saw some other IT people, and continued to dance - in fact, &lt;strong&gt;Ivan&lt;/strong&gt; and I didn't stop for a minute. Haha. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos-d.ak.facebook.com/photos-ak-snc1/v272/55/105/568427983/n568427983_792403_5771.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Caught the nightride home on the bus where &lt;strong&gt;Tim&lt;/strong&gt; was still wide awake. &lt;strong&gt;Ivan&lt;/strong&gt; also almost manages to get mugged by some &lt;em&gt;loser&lt;/em&gt;. Lucky I woke up in time to see him do it. Came close to chundering, but held it in, only to get off the bus and have someone else do it right it front of us, NICE WORK MAN. Cabbed it to &lt;strong&gt;Ivans&lt;/strong&gt; and then crashed on the couch. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;--------------------------------------------------&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apparently, we're (family and I) going to &lt;strong&gt;Hawaii&lt;/strong&gt; and &lt;strong&gt;California&lt;/strong&gt; next February, so &lt;strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.myspace.com/unitythroughchrist"&gt;UTC&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;, I WILL SEE YOU GUYS SOON HOPEFULLY AGAIN! Haha. :) Can't wait. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Had our usual Daytona race with &lt;strong&gt;Lenny&lt;/strong&gt; and &lt;strong&gt;Ricky&lt;/strong&gt; today. Came 2nd. NOT GOOD ENOUGH. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Anyway, I'm so lazy right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time to watch "&lt;em&gt;Stand By Me&lt;/em&gt;".&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;kthx&lt;strong&gt;bye&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6871731973395741703-6574093230101227626?l=its-adrian.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://its-adrian.blogspot.com/feeds/6574093230101227626/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6871731973395741703&amp;postID=6574093230101227626&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6871731973395741703/posts/default/6574093230101227626'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6871731973395741703/posts/default/6574093230101227626'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://its-adrian.blogspot.com/2008/08/new-beginnings.html' title='New Beginnings'/><author><name>Adrian C.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11606128147481601920</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PUSukbBvy6U/Ss2kh0sjAiI/AAAAAAAAAQo/b8QeOIHuvW8/s1600-R/rtp5dl.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PUSukbBvy6U/SJm6fDXmZCI/AAAAAAAAAAc/KAGwpWn2-Tk/s72-c/26-07-08_2214.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6871731973395741703.post-4392468182223470699</id><published>2008-08-01T21:36:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2008-08-02T00:57:52.523+10:00</updated><title type='text'>New Blog.  Fresh Start?</title><content type='html'>Finally got onto making a new blog. Thankyou lazyness for the delay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Xanga, being the ad-ridden hole that it is, was too cool for me. Too much crap on the pages whereas blogger keeps it simple, and its so easy to use. This is just going to be an introductory entry for my new blog. In the meantime, since I can't yet import my entries:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.xanga.com/x__imperfections"&gt;LINK TO (1) OLD BLOG&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Reminder: Make a proper entry later:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;The Dark Knight&lt;/span&gt; @ Gold Class&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Nikki's 18th&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Gloria's 18th&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Uni&lt;br /&gt;Unfunny but funny dude on the bus&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Hawaii + Cali next February&lt;br /&gt;Library + Snooker on Thursday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hoping to keep my update trend going. *cough*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway, uni has started again. Not too bad for a first week. :) &lt;strong&gt;NEW FRIENDS&lt;/strong&gt;! And thanks Jasmine for the band-aids - Never leaving my wallet, along with my other ones.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Reminder&lt;/strong&gt;: Find Spongebob! And import entries from old blogs. &lt;strong&gt;Stupid Xanga!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Random pics from uni taken in Programming Fundamentals taken with CJ's mac (I think its hers):&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos-c.ak.facebook.com/photos-ak-sf2p/v307/71/21/717805604/n717805604_1555850_1319.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos-d.ak.facebook.com/photos-ak-sf2p/v307/71/21/717805604/n717805604_1555851_1592.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos-f.ak.facebook.com/photos-ak-sf2p/v307/71/21/717805604/n717805604_1555853_2639.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos-e.ak.facebook.com/photos-ak-sf2p/v307/71/21/717805604/n717805604_1555852_2359.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kthx&lt;strong&gt;bye&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&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/6871731973395741703-4392468182223470699?l=its-adrian.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://its-adrian.blogspot.com/feeds/4392468182223470699/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6871731973395741703&amp;postID=4392468182223470699&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6871731973395741703/posts/default/4392468182223470699'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6871731973395741703/posts/default/4392468182223470699'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://its-adrian.blogspot.com/2008/08/new-blog-new-life.html' title='New Blog.  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