<?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-1511368985459966121</id><updated>2011-07-31T03:32:08.947-07:00</updated><title type='text'>MyLife</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thatniceguy2210.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1511368985459966121/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thatniceguy2210.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>thatniceguy2210</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04264053730749361409</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XPp_p10POHU/SwlD-X4Qb5I/AAAAAAAAAB8/0avs5QJSZuk/S220/04102009(005).jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>53</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1511368985459966121.post-4915037736153522732</id><published>2010-02-13T21:59:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-13T22:31:09.393-08:00</updated><title type='text'>SayWhat?!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;And today is Asian New Year and Asian New Year means red pockets and red pockets equals to KHA CHING!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha but of course it is not all about the money, its a time for family as well =P&lt;br /&gt;I finally got to see my baby sis after how many months, adorable as ever, headed to relo's got some cash ate some food, yadda yadda, was good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm lets see oh and on Friday, since it was the last Valentine I would have in school, I decided to to make origami roses for all the girls in my year, needless to say they were very grateful for it haha It was so popular the teachers started to want some ahahah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;School is school, but things have turned a bit "interesting" haha. A unknown person seems to have a lil vendetta against for whatever reason and has begun to harass me *wait for it* &lt;em&gt;anonymously&lt;/em&gt; on a lil website called formspring. To this person I say this, whoever you are, whatever problems you have with me ohk I can deal with that, but I doubt it be very civil to have to bring other people not concerning with us into this. Whatever problems you have with me, come to me and say it to my face. I am one to dislike holding a grudge. I am more than happy to talk this out, but if it is something you do not want, then I guess do what you need to do. Last thing I'll say is this, whoever you are, I have lost all ounce of respect which I once had for you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I'd hate to end on a bad note so let so I'll mention bout yesterday on Sat, where I went to this dance workshop. It was pretty awesome cause I got to see some of the Spec Boys there and had a great time hanging out with them. The class was alright, though it was awkward at times because most of the boys and I werent use to that style. But I couldn't help but grow a lil big head when one of the instructors said I was pretty good and could become better if I worked at it. The trip to and back was a btich but was worth it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mmm I guess thats all so I'd like to wish a Happy Asian New Year to all me asian bros and sis and a Happy Valentines Day to all the guilaos as well laters xD&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1511368985459966121-4915037736153522732?l=thatniceguy2210.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thatniceguy2210.blogspot.com/feeds/4915037736153522732/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thatniceguy2210.blogspot.com/2010/02/saywhat.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1511368985459966121/posts/default/4915037736153522732'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1511368985459966121/posts/default/4915037736153522732'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thatniceguy2210.blogspot.com/2010/02/saywhat.html' title='SayWhat?!'/><author><name>thatniceguy2210</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04264053730749361409</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XPp_p10POHU/SwlD-X4Qb5I/AAAAAAAAAB8/0avs5QJSZuk/S220/04102009(005).jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1511368985459966121.post-8796900949489613439</id><published>2010-02-08T03:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-08T03:38:51.809-08:00</updated><title type='text'>valentines post- my addiction</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;How I crave for her lips, her touch, her eyes, her love.&lt;br /&gt;Her body a temple, my addiction.&lt;br /&gt;I love her smell on my clothes,&lt;br /&gt;her hand intwined with mine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Her eyes the window to her soul,&lt;br /&gt;so soft... so gentle.&lt;br /&gt;The tenderness of her soul softens mine,&lt;br /&gt;Many a hour spent being lost in those beautiful eyes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Her giggles and her laughs,&lt;br /&gt;unbelievably sweet to the ear.&lt;br /&gt;The sounds removing the sour fruits from my life,&lt;br /&gt;replacing it with the fruits of love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Her body of a goddess,&lt;br /&gt;but her true beauty lies underneath.&lt;br /&gt;The light in my dark world,&lt;br /&gt;oh how she brightens my path.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;she's like my own brand of herorin &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now why cant i have this in real life LOL&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1511368985459966121-8796900949489613439?l=thatniceguy2210.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thatniceguy2210.blogspot.com/feeds/8796900949489613439/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thatniceguy2210.blogspot.com/2010/02/valentines-post-my-addiction.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1511368985459966121/posts/default/8796900949489613439'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1511368985459966121/posts/default/8796900949489613439'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thatniceguy2210.blogspot.com/2010/02/valentines-post-my-addiction.html' title='valentines post- my addiction'/><author><name>thatniceguy2210</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04264053730749361409</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XPp_p10POHU/SwlD-X4Qb5I/AAAAAAAAAB8/0avs5QJSZuk/S220/04102009(005).jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1511368985459966121.post-5173424367086897927</id><published>2010-02-03T04:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-07T05:13:12.895-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ho-Hum</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;And life seems to be back to normal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well not normal per se you see. The only thing to have changed really is that all of us are one year older, everthing else? The same...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The mediocrity of everyday life has already sunk in after a week. Life for most of us is the same. Wake up, eat, school, eat, home, eat, homework, eat, internet and then finally sleep. Scary to think that is basically our life, 5 days a week for the next 30 weeks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But we all have a lil things to do that keep us sane, to give a trip away from realilty in other words. Wether it be working out, dancing, reading, writing poems and shit, comp games, being with our significant others haha , or even writing a blog =P Take our lil things away, and we are surely to break in half from all the stress&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our workload from is getting heavier, some heavier than others. I count myself lucky as I do not have to deal with the troubles unlike some others, but all students find themselves being immersed into their studies more than before. Eww I think I'm talking to much bout school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;School politics are the same, and to try to manipulate others, and lying seems to be the name of the game. I find it pretty sad, that some people find that they must to that to fill belonged or even loved. Trust is a rare thing even if it seems to be there, you can never be to careful of what you say to someone. It's funny, that on the top, seems to be sugar coated in lies and deciet, and yes call me cynical if you wish, but that is just a reality of school. Control is what everyone aims for...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For myself, life is, well I can't really complain, but neither be happy bout it either. Being with my friends is always a nice booster, but knowing there are people that wanna bring you down is kinda a downer. School work is easy, but knowing the HSC is only 6 months away is a scary thought, well the future is a scary thought really. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Qutting my job has given me more free time, being able to enjoy myself more and recharging myself more easily. My dancing is going well I spose with me having a audition sometime this term. I'm also planning on the Mad Challenge, Bring It On, the Prodigy Battles and more stuff&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess that's enough from me for now, laters.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1511368985459966121-5173424367086897927?l=thatniceguy2210.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thatniceguy2210.blogspot.com/feeds/5173424367086897927/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thatniceguy2210.blogspot.com/2010/02/ho-hum.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1511368985459966121/posts/default/5173424367086897927'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1511368985459966121/posts/default/5173424367086897927'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thatniceguy2210.blogspot.com/2010/02/ho-hum.html' title='Ho-Hum'/><author><name>thatniceguy2210</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04264053730749361409</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XPp_p10POHU/SwlD-X4Qb5I/AAAAAAAAAB8/0avs5QJSZuk/S220/04102009(005).jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1511368985459966121.post-2531400620183891804</id><published>2010-01-29T02:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-29T06:21:46.283-08:00</updated><title type='text'>BeginningOfTheEnd||or||EndOfTheBeginning?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;30 weeks.&lt;br /&gt;That's how much time left I have at school... 30 weeks.&lt;br /&gt;30 weeks and counting...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It really is amazing though, that it has been now been 5 years, 5 years of trials and tribulations, 5 years of ups and downs and 5 years of many unforgetable things, both good and bad...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I reckon I've accomplished many things in 5 years at school. I mean I don't think many people can say that they have starred in a theatre production, met the founder of bboying from England, danced in front of thousands of people feauturing on tv and meeting amzing people over 5 years. And I'm only 17 haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also think it is also the reason why I am so scared of leaving school. I mean all the things I've accomplised, what if this all stops once I'm outta school. What if I spend my days doing nothing more than just lazing at home, and work everyday... for the rest of my life? No I really hope that does not happen. I still want to accomplish so many things... it's just a question of how.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My school friends... how I love them, so very much. I mean they can be annoying and be idiots and all that, but a great deal of my life, 5 years of my life have been spent with these people!! And to think after this year that most us will lose contact is a frightning thought. But some of these people know me to well. Even if I never see them again, I know they'll be in my memories for a long time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But as well as contemplating of the past, I've learnt many things. Never wear your heart on your sleeves, meaning never get attached to noone, always treading carefully. I've also done wrong to a girl, and to her I say sorry and even though we aren't talking, I just hope shes knows...&lt;br /&gt;Ahh and in the love department, I can say I was very ignorant when I was 12, I still am now I guess, and I've got a long way to go but I've grown that's for sure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've also learnt to love my family more over the past 5 years, I mean to them I guess I don't show it much, but they know and I know that I will do anything and everything for them. Family comes first... because family will be the only thing there when the rest of your life is gone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Talking bout the past and future, I'm forgetting bout the present, oh how you give me the shits. The workload as of now is alright, but I know it can only get worse from here. Nine months of blood sweat and tears, I worry and dread when the HSC comes for it represent many things for me really. One, 13 years of schooling gone, over and done with. Two, that now I'm a big boy ahaha and that I'll having a job and soon hopefully a family of my own. Three, the worse of them all, change. I mean things are already changing so rapidly, that just thinking bout gets me all worked up =/ ugh... fml&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well I guess that's all for now, catch ya later&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S this is my 50th post, but it's also the 50th anniversary of my school, creepy coincidence or what haha&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1511368985459966121-2531400620183891804?l=thatniceguy2210.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thatniceguy2210.blogspot.com/feeds/2531400620183891804/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thatniceguy2210.blogspot.com/2010/01/beginningoftheendorendofthebeginning.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1511368985459966121/posts/default/2531400620183891804'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1511368985459966121/posts/default/2531400620183891804'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thatniceguy2210.blogspot.com/2010/01/beginningoftheendorendofthebeginning.html' title='BeginningOfTheEnd||or||EndOfTheBeginning?'/><author><name>thatniceguy2210</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04264053730749361409</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XPp_p10POHU/SwlD-X4Qb5I/AAAAAAAAAB8/0avs5QJSZuk/S220/04102009(005).jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1511368985459966121.post-6534275493780365331</id><published>2010-01-15T01:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-15T01:22:55.048-08:00</updated><title type='text'>WootWoot</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;So I have found something to partially fill my boredom in the hols... vid blogging!! haha&lt;br /&gt;I already have uploaded to videos onto youtube with a combined views of already around 200 in less then 48 hrs so thats gotta be a good sign xD&lt;br /&gt;The vids are usually on random shit that comes to mind and hopefully I'll be updating regualary but with yr 12 starting I'm not so sure lol&lt;br /&gt;Got 12 subscribers as well, and growing steadily, hopefully for all ya'll that read my blog will also enjoy my vids xD&lt;br /&gt;Mmm guess thats all for now you can watch me vids @&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/user/JustAnotherNiceAsian"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/user/JustAnotherNiceAsian&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Comment, rate, subscribe and spread spread spread!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Laters&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1511368985459966121-6534275493780365331?l=thatniceguy2210.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thatniceguy2210.blogspot.com/feeds/6534275493780365331/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thatniceguy2210.blogspot.com/2010/01/wootwoot.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1511368985459966121/posts/default/6534275493780365331'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1511368985459966121/posts/default/6534275493780365331'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thatniceguy2210.blogspot.com/2010/01/wootwoot.html' title='WootWoot'/><author><name>thatniceguy2210</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04264053730749361409</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XPp_p10POHU/SwlD-X4Qb5I/AAAAAAAAAB8/0avs5QJSZuk/S220/04102009(005).jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1511368985459966121.post-58973582513045569</id><published>2010-01-10T07:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-07T05:09:51.326-08:00</updated><title type='text'>2:17AM</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;Well as you can see, it's 2:17 am in Australia and I can't bloody sleep ahh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Things have been so hum drum lately with nothing exciting going on... AT ALL. I find myself sleeping so late like at 6 in the morn spending my nights practising poker and playing pokemon -.- then when I wake up it's round 3 so my whole day has basically been through already.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The half way mark of the hols have passed, so there's only 3 weeks left. I really gotta find productive things to do, I don't want it to be a waste. I should start studying... ughhh I hate it, but I know its gonna do me good ==" ANDDDD I gotta go beach, all of these hols and I haven't been to the beach... IN THIS WEATHER... IN THE HOLS... IN AUSTRALIAAAA!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What bout my lovelife... I do not know why I put myself through all of this, I think I find the right girl then BAMMMM shit goes crazy hahah man all I want is a nice girl to love, too much to ask I guess since girls go for the jerks, not the nice guys ahh I've said it once, and I'll say it again. SO much more easier if I was gay LOL. Hmmm I never understood why people say that, but yes, I think I'm just gonna focus on my studies, get it all over and done with then it's PARTYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYY timeeeeee hahah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm still wondering what I'ma do after school, think I'm jst gonna start working, save up money, and perhaps working on the side as a dance instructure mayeb, but I've heard that it's pretty hard... ahh who knows to early to think bout this now lol well I'm off now laters and peace&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1511368985459966121-58973582513045569?l=thatniceguy2210.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thatniceguy2210.blogspot.com/feeds/58973582513045569/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thatniceguy2210.blogspot.com/2010/01/217am.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1511368985459966121/posts/default/58973582513045569'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1511368985459966121/posts/default/58973582513045569'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thatniceguy2210.blogspot.com/2010/01/217am.html' title='2:17AM'/><author><name>thatniceguy2210</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04264053730749361409</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XPp_p10POHU/SwlD-X4Qb5I/AAAAAAAAAB8/0avs5QJSZuk/S220/04102009(005).jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1511368985459966121.post-4677789090570212921</id><published>2010-01-03T07:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-03T07:56:44.317-08:00</updated><title type='text'>TheHolidays</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;Well whats doing everyone, first wanna be wishing everyone a Happy New Year for 2010, hoping you all have a good one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So the hols have been alright haven't been doing much. Had a bbq day before NYE which was alright, got to meet new people and make new friends including a very nice girl named Lejla =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also been working out as well, bloody tiring, but feels good that I'm not at home just lazing bout and all that haha. And working out with Leo is extremely funny sometimes, specially when he can't take it no more ahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Drank alot on New Years, with Mish, Dale and Brendan keeping me company on msn. Couldn't be stuffed going out and didn't wanna leave ma at home by herself as well *yes such a nice son aren't I LOL*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been dancing randomly round the house, boredom seeping into my head. Been making some choreoraphy fo some songs as well. I'm also spose to be doing school work as well, and like I honestly try but i can't stay on track so i give up =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Birthday is in 23 days also. Man how I hate when people go crazy when I tell them I don't really celebrate my birthday. I mean it's not such a big deal that I don't is it? I just prefer that people that don't do anything, bit to much of a fuss to deal with anyway haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes and I've also given up in renovating my blog, came to the conclusion that I do not have the resources nor the knowledge to make it look awesome enough haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mmm I've also been trying to tie up loose end with some girl that I've known from last year, most of them went well, but there was still one girl who seemed not to want to have anything to do with me anymore haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yes almost forgot, I'M LEAVING THE CHEMIST haha yes I'ma retire at the end of January after a year and 10 months if working there I have had enough the job is so damn tiring with a very shit pay haha. But now I'ma have to find a new source of income now xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm still feeling a bit depressed, tried to be happy since it's the New Year but the best I can do is cover it with a smile. I'ma not release details on here since I know my friends sometime reads this LOL But hopefully soon before long, I'll be smiling again soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well thats all from me for now, once again Happy New Year and much love, Laters.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1511368985459966121-4677789090570212921?l=thatniceguy2210.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thatniceguy2210.blogspot.com/feeds/4677789090570212921/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thatniceguy2210.blogspot.com/2010/01/theholidays.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1511368985459966121/posts/default/4677789090570212921'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1511368985459966121/posts/default/4677789090570212921'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thatniceguy2210.blogspot.com/2010/01/theholidays.html' title='TheHolidays'/><author><name>thatniceguy2210</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04264053730749361409</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XPp_p10POHU/SwlD-X4Qb5I/AAAAAAAAAB8/0avs5QJSZuk/S220/04102009(005).jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1511368985459966121.post-7098527777027465374</id><published>2009-12-26T06:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-03T07:57:08.997-08:00</updated><title type='text'>ImaFakeThisSmile</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;So its been a week and a bit into the school hols... and all I can say is how damn shit it is =/&lt;br /&gt;Damnn man all I want is to be happy these hols but its hard, especially when you get turned down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Man I also wanted to see my baby sister, very often do I get to see her cause of my dad. My hopes were held so high to see her on Christmas Day, but no. What does my stupid dad do? He doesn't pick us up cause of his goddamned wife, I lost it...copletely :@&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thinking bout her is a downer... but what can you say, friends were not meant to be lovers, and that is a shame =/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I'm also talking to the other "her" again, I thought "Well it's Christmas, might as well be nice" Lil later we're talking again, ah I so do not want my "sister" finding out... oh yeh... she's gonna kill me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All I gotta say is thank you Lord for &lt;em&gt;Southern Comfort, &lt;/em&gt;how you ease my pain. It's been a rough couple of weeks, lets hope the New Year brings a fresh start aye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And people have been telling me to try and smile, but it's hard with nothing to smile about, si I just do it anyway, put on a mask to keep others happy, and I'm sick of prentending and all *sigh*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah well I'm off laters.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S with 250- and something views on my blog, I'm surprised noones following me on twittwer D: come one make me happy..pleaseeee?? And I'm a regular updater as well, so yeh c'mon!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://twitter.com/thatniceguy2210"&gt;http://twitter.com/thatniceguy2210&lt;/a&gt; plus I've also added a C-Box as well so tell me what ya think of me rhymes when I do post any as well (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1511368985459966121-7098527777027465374?l=thatniceguy2210.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thatniceguy2210.blogspot.com/feeds/7098527777027465374/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thatniceguy2210.blogspot.com/2009/12/imafakethissmile.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1511368985459966121/posts/default/7098527777027465374'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1511368985459966121/posts/default/7098527777027465374'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thatniceguy2210.blogspot.com/2009/12/imafakethissmile.html' title='ImaFakeThisSmile'/><author><name>thatniceguy2210</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04264053730749361409</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XPp_p10POHU/SwlD-X4Qb5I/AAAAAAAAAB8/0avs5QJSZuk/S220/04102009(005).jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1511368985459966121.post-2798860402739306012</id><published>2009-12-18T06:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-27T02:00:36.937-08:00</updated><title type='text'>InOverMyHead</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;Ugh and this confusion has struck me outta nowhere...&lt;br /&gt;What do you do when you are stuck in between?&lt;br /&gt;Do I want to be with her...or do I not...?&lt;br /&gt;When I am, I feel a feeling which I thought was lost forever in the abyss.&lt;br /&gt;And it feels good...&lt;br /&gt;Though other times it is as if though you don't care at all, and it makes me feel like shit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why does this have to happen... I don't think my heart can take anymore&lt;br /&gt;It's not possible for one to take all of this.&lt;br /&gt;After all... I'm afraid now.&lt;br /&gt;I don't know what's gonna happen.&lt;br /&gt;I thought I wouldn't let this happen to me again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And how can I betray the trust,&lt;br /&gt;that was given to me?&lt;br /&gt;After all isn't it said?&lt;br /&gt;"Brothers before others"?&lt;br /&gt;That a bond is one of the strongest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So... what's it gonna be?&lt;br /&gt;Yes... No...&lt;br /&gt;Ha if only life was simple like yes and no.&lt;br /&gt;It is... But we as humans just make it more complicated for ourselves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ahh... Love, I got this to say to you.&lt;br /&gt;You suck balls... major balls.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1511368985459966121-2798860402739306012?l=thatniceguy2210.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thatniceguy2210.blogspot.com/feeds/2798860402739306012/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thatniceguy2210.blogspot.com/2009/12/inovermyhead.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1511368985459966121/posts/default/2798860402739306012'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1511368985459966121/posts/default/2798860402739306012'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thatniceguy2210.blogspot.com/2009/12/inovermyhead.html' title='InOverMyHead'/><author><name>thatniceguy2210</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04264053730749361409</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XPp_p10POHU/SwlD-X4Qb5I/AAAAAAAAAB8/0avs5QJSZuk/S220/04102009(005).jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1511368985459966121.post-2290855841660593047</id><published>2009-12-15T04:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-03T07:57:46.321-08:00</updated><title type='text'>NonAnger</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;Alright with the anger in the blog two below me I'ma try to make this non anger.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today was pretty good, last days of the year, just tryna chilax.&lt;br /&gt;After school decided that I'd go to the G-Style workshop in the City and I'd have to say that I was pleasantly surprised. Slick Dogg I gotta say is a bloody crack up, he fricken hilarious and Tempo's a mad dancer as well. I got to meet some mad dancers so that was cool had a good time (Y)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Many things I wanna do in the hols and hopefully get them all done.&lt;br /&gt;In 6 weeks, I wanna:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;dedicate a whole week to parkour (Leo get ready fo some pain ahah)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;dedicate another week conpletly to dance and get me skills up to scratch and be better&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;get fitter (meaning finally get my abs to be defined enough LOL)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;be happier... hopefully that's gonna be achievable&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;get some actual study done, don't wanna be that lost when Yr 12 starts =="&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;make some new poems, I wanna get me creative juices running again&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;ahh I can't think of anymore, but I'm sure they'll come up haha&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Ahh and Dale has been kind to be renovating my blog so soon enough it should be looking very cool ;D&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Oh and a request to all me reader out there, I wanna set a goal for me blog, right now I'm on bout 250 viewers, it would be great if I could reach 300 before New Years or at least 280 lol so yehh spread the word for me yee? We can make this happen!! ;D haha&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;So that'll be enought from me for now (Y)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1511368985459966121-2290855841660593047?l=thatniceguy2210.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thatniceguy2210.blogspot.com/feeds/2290855841660593047/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thatniceguy2210.blogspot.com/2009/12/nonanger.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1511368985459966121/posts/default/2290855841660593047'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1511368985459966121/posts/default/2290855841660593047'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thatniceguy2210.blogspot.com/2009/12/nonanger.html' title='NonAnger'/><author><name>thatniceguy2210</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04264053730749361409</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XPp_p10POHU/SwlD-X4Qb5I/AAAAAAAAAB8/0avs5QJSZuk/S220/04102009(005).jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1511368985459966121.post-5305484367894199541</id><published>2009-12-15T04:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-03T07:58:06.410-08:00</updated><title type='text'>to the heart-broken girls..</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;A poem I wrote couple months ago, forgot to place it on here&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From your lovely beautiful eyes,&lt;br /&gt;I see them crystal tears fall,&lt;br /&gt;I don't think there can be anything more painful,&lt;br /&gt;then to see you hurt watching the one you loved walked out the door.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Noone cannot stand to see you like this.&lt;br /&gt;I can not begin to imagine what you could be going through,&lt;br /&gt;But these tears of yours that keep falling,&lt;br /&gt;are not worth the guy that you gave your heart to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They say time heals all wounds,&lt;br /&gt;but there will be a piece of you that never heals,&lt;br /&gt;yet in time you'll see that in the future,&lt;br /&gt;that they were never a big deal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let the ones you love in,&lt;br /&gt;cause they the ones that will always be there,&lt;br /&gt;catching your tears and giving a shoulder to lean on,&lt;br /&gt;no matter what, no matter when, they will always care.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1511368985459966121-5305484367894199541?l=thatniceguy2210.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thatniceguy2210.blogspot.com/feeds/5305484367894199541/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thatniceguy2210.blogspot.com/2009/12/to-heart-broken-girls.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1511368985459966121/posts/default/5305484367894199541'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1511368985459966121/posts/default/5305484367894199541'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thatniceguy2210.blogspot.com/2009/12/to-heart-broken-girls.html' title='to the heart-broken girls..'/><author><name>thatniceguy2210</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04264053730749361409</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XPp_p10POHU/SwlD-X4Qb5I/AAAAAAAAAB8/0avs5QJSZuk/S220/04102009(005).jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1511368985459966121.post-1759497924431202733</id><published>2009-12-15T04:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-03T07:58:31.438-08:00</updated><title type='text'>You're A Jerk  ♫</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;Yeh as you can read from the tittle, I don't know why, but I've feeling like a jerk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But the thing is... I don't give 2 shits man. Have enough of people and their shit you know. I'm tired of trying to please people, I don't wanna have to make anyone happy, you got a problem with me? Fuck up and keep walking prick.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I sound like a complete dickhead, but you don't know what's it like being the "nice guy" and taken advantage off, so enough is enough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So next time anyone complain, intstead of hearing this "Ohh bloody hell, so and so is such a bitch you know..." I'll be hearing this instead "w&lt;em&gt;ahhh, wahhh, wah wah wah&lt;/em&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Go cry me a fucking river.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And you know why I'm sick of this? Cause I'm sick of chasing people, just so they can feel important =="&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hell I'm tired of hearing "I don't wanna tell you cause you always do blah blah blah" shiet if you ain't gonna tell me, then stop tryna tempt me and don't give me fucking reasons, goddamn man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ugh fuck I hate sounding like a dick, so with that I finish my rant.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1511368985459966121-1759497924431202733?l=thatniceguy2210.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thatniceguy2210.blogspot.com/feeds/1759497924431202733/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thatniceguy2210.blogspot.com/2009/12/youre-jerk.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1511368985459966121/posts/default/1759497924431202733'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1511368985459966121/posts/default/1759497924431202733'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thatniceguy2210.blogspot.com/2009/12/youre-jerk.html' title='You&apos;re A Jerk  ♫'/><author><name>thatniceguy2210</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04264053730749361409</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XPp_p10POHU/SwlD-X4Qb5I/AAAAAAAAAB8/0avs5QJSZuk/S220/04102009(005).jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1511368985459966121.post-7353318050245506713</id><published>2009-12-13T06:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-03T07:59:27.712-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Escape</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;Ahh I've working on a creative writing task for english that's been killing me all weekend so I though I might as well share the fruits of my labour with all ya'll hahaha I call it "Escape" it's a bit lenghty but I hope ya enjoyy haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;I never remembered holy water to be so cold. As I walked through the large doors, I took a deep breath. I hadn’t been here since... well I couldn’t remember actually. I knelt at the altar, held my head in shame. “Forgive me heavenly father, for I have sinned...” My throat began to tighten up. “I, I...”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“I never took you for a religious guy, Anthony”, the words echoed through the pin drop silence of the empty church. Startled, I turned to see who it was. Walking towards me, his eyes... it was as if they pierced through my soul. “Mark... I never meant for it to...”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I staggered under the blow. Blood in my mouth, I could taste the tin. “Stupid to worry bout the taste” I thought, as he hit me again and I...&lt;br /&gt;My tooth splattered onto the floor. The surge of anger sweep throughout my body, and felt my face turn red with heat. All I wanted to do now was to get him back. With all the strength I had, I used to tackle him, the force of my body combined with my anger knocked him down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me on top of him, my hand shook as I grabbed his shoulder. I could see the disgust he had for me in his eyes. Then I realised, I couldn’t hold him responsible. He threw me off of him, he seemed to calm down, but the anger was there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;His voice was shaky with anger, “How could you...?” “I’m sorry I really am” I struggled to get the words out. “I know you’re her father, but I didn’t know how to tell you...” “Didn’t know?!, you knew and I should’ve been the first you told. She had sent you the text not me!” I could detect a tinge of hurt within his voice. “She didn’t want you to worry or get angry; so I mean who could’ve been better then to text a cop?” I said, trying to make him see reason. “Well how did this all happen then?” his voice cold as stone. I took a deep breath to gather my thoughts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“From what I’ve heard, it seemed like she sneaked out after you and Denise had already said no, Emily then had gone off to a party or something, met up with some guy there and got in a car with him, he must’ve been drunk, because that was when I got the text, saying “uncle, can’t call, help, I’m scared, he’s driving too fast.”” The words seem to be harder to get out. “By the time I reached the station, someone had already radioed in saying there was an accident...” Each word I spoke seemed to be a knife in Marks heart. “By the time I got down to the scene, the 2 cars were in a wreck beyond belief, rescue was still working on the second car, trying to get the other victims out” A flash went through my head of the sounds and colours of those sirens, the confusion surrounding everyone “I ran towards the ambos where Emily was, the boy had already passed away... if only I was a few minutes faster...”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By now I could see the tears, tears of pain falling down Mark’s cheek. “Why are you here? Shouldn’t you be down at the hospital?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I sighed “After I called your mum and dad, I needed to escape, to be alone with my thoughts, because believe me Mark, I wished I could’ve done something more and you don’t know how guilty I am...” A tear drop started to fall. “After all the years we’ve known each other, the things we’ve gone through, how could anything prepare for this?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“How do you think I feel? I let my daughter down as a father! And I thought someone that I considered to be my brother would have been there for me!” I could sense the anger rushing back in him.&lt;br /&gt;“I LOVED her as if she was my niece Mark! And as a brother, tell me, how was I suppose to tell you!?” I asked, trying to get through to him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And it seemed as I struck a nerve, he fell to his knees and started to sob, a full grown man crying like a baby, that there was the epitome of a father’s love for his child. “Look Mark... c’mon lets head to the hospital, I think Emily’s gonna be waiting for you.” He wiped his eyes with his sleeves and I then helped him up. “I’ll drive. I’ll get us there faster” with voice still chocked up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The silence in the car seemed unbearable; it seemed like a ghost town with empty roads at 4 in the morning, with rain falling onto the window from a grey cloudy sky. The silence was broken with the ringing of my phone.&lt;br /&gt;“Hello?”&lt;br /&gt;“Son, it’s me, have you heard from your mother yet? Her flight was suppose to be in a few hours ago, but still haven’t hear from her”&lt;br /&gt;“Umm no I haven’t dad, that’s a bit unusual...”&lt;br /&gt;Mark pulled up outside of the hospital.&lt;br /&gt;“Dad listen have to go now, something important came up, mum’s flight delayed or something probably, I’ll call you later ok, bye”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I never liked the hospital, for a place that was suppose to heal you and make you feel better, it seemed so sterile and lifeless, I just wanted to see Emily. “Looking for Emily Ennis’s room” I asked the receptionist. “Room 203” she replied in such a monotone voice. I walked through the halls and each room I passed seemed to be filled with people in pain, this wasn’t helping. I looked over at Mark; I could tell he was thinking the same thing. What if she was...?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I could start to see familiar faces, Mark’s parents and Denise. His parents looked sombre, and Denise’s eyes were red with tears. Mark ran towards her and hugged her; I could just hear what they were saying “How is she? Is she alright?” I could tell the panic in his voice. “I don’t know yet, they haven’t said anything, they won’t let us in... how could let this happen to our baby Mark?!” She started sobbing on his shoulders. “Shh, it’s not our fault ok, it was never your fault, our baby is gonna be fine, just wait and see” he said trying to comfort her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A doctor came towards us, “Mr and Mrs Ennis?” Something in his eyes gave me an uneasy feeling. “I’m sorry to have met you under these circumstances, but your daughter...” The look in Mark and Denise were painful to even look at, as these words were spoken. “The internal bleeding... we couldn’t stop it, we did everything we could, it is unlikely she’ll survive the night, you may proceed to see her when you are ready, and again, I’m sorry.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At those words, Denise broke down. An uneasy feeling came over me and I began to feel nauseous. “You bastard, what kind of uncle are you” a voice in my head screamed at me. Mark was doing all in his power to comfort Denise, and his parents were standing there in shock. “Honey, Honey, listen to me, look we have to stay strong ok? For our baby girl, we gotta stay strong.” Denise wiped her tears and nodded while still crying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was shocked at what I saw when I walked in the room with the others. Machines from all around the room were hooked up to her. She didn’t even seem human anymore...&lt;br /&gt;“Mum...Dad...? I’m sorry...” I heard the soft voice begin to whisper, filled with pain.&lt;br /&gt;“We’re here honey, we’re here now, everything’s gonna be alright ok?” Denise uttered to her.&lt;br /&gt;Emily’s eyes scanned across the room, my eyes met hers. “Uncle... I’m so sorry uncle, I didn’t know who else to go to...” her voice sounded so weak, I felt a tear again fall down from my eye. “I’m so sorry lil one, I’m so sorry, I ran as fast as I could, but, but it wasn’t enough...” my voice began to choke up. Tears fell down on her soft face; I couldn’t bear seeing this innocent girl, my niece being in pain like this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I walked out of the room, being unable to handle the pain; I sat on a chair to gather my thoughts. This couldn’t be happening, how could it, it must be a bad dream. I went to the bathroom, splashed cold water on my face. I looked at myself on the mirror... “Pathetic what kind of brother and uncle are you?” the reflection in the mirror asked with distain on its face. “ARGH” I smashed the mirror with the bare knuckles on my hand. The disfigured face on the broken mirror just stared at me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I walked out, holding my hand in pain, a commotion began to arise. A team of paramedics ran passed me with a stretcher, a doctor was with him. What I saw left me stunned on the spot.&lt;br /&gt;“Died on the way here took a couple of hours to get her out car was a bloody wreck, did all we could” a paramedic said, trying to catch his breath.&lt;br /&gt;“Alright take her to E.R let’s see what we can do” replied the doctor.&lt;br /&gt;Before I could follow after the stretcher, Mark’s dad grabbed me by the shoulders “Emily wants to see you now Anthony”&lt;br /&gt;“But , but” I was still in a daze, as his dad led me towards the room.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Uncle Andy” her soft voice whispered “please tell me, did anyone else get hurt in the accident?” I could only stare at her, still stunned at what I had just saw, unable to reply. “Uncle...?”&lt;br /&gt;Something began to happen, Emily’s face winced in pain “Mum... dad...” She was struggling with the words “please forgive me... I love you.” With her last breath, her faced drop to the side. At that moment, which seemed to last forever. Mark dropped to his knees by Emily’s bedside and screamed in pain, Marks mother caught Denise as she ran towards her, tears gushing down her face. I couldn’t take this I needed to be outside.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With my arms on my head, I was lost, I couldn’t get my thoughts together this was too much information for me to take. Marks father came out, “Anthony, why didn’t you answer to Emily? It was the least you could do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“The person in the other car...” I took a deep long breath. “... was my mum.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My phone began to ring, it was dad again...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1511368985459966121-7353318050245506713?l=thatniceguy2210.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thatniceguy2210.blogspot.com/feeds/7353318050245506713/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thatniceguy2210.blogspot.com/2009/12/escape.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1511368985459966121/posts/default/7353318050245506713'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1511368985459966121/posts/default/7353318050245506713'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thatniceguy2210.blogspot.com/2009/12/escape.html' title='Escape'/><author><name>thatniceguy2210</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04264053730749361409</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XPp_p10POHU/SwlD-X4Qb5I/AAAAAAAAAB8/0avs5QJSZuk/S220/04102009(005).jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1511368985459966121.post-3915790682449178062</id><published>2009-12-11T01:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-03T07:59:48.411-08:00</updated><title type='text'>FCKNRAGE</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;Ughhh does anyone happen to have a loaded gun?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Motherfucker, 5 days till school's finally over, 12 days till Christmas and yet people still goddamn fight, regardless of the "Chirstmas joy" upon us =="&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fuck I really do not understand why people must fight, over the most petty things ever, shit, you got fucking kids around the world to busy working their arses of to feed their family, and you people argue and fight over this, fucking superficial things :@&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And bloody two-faced people, what the fuck is wrong with you, you say something, people are expecting you to do it, not the fucking opposite. Don't then go fucking crying when it's your motherfucking fault.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Girls. Fucking girls... do you enjoying fucking with our heads, do answer please. Not all us boys are bloody sleazes or some shiet like that... some of us really do just a fucking normal relationship to be loved for fuck sakes... fuck I do what I think is wanted of me and shit hits the bloody fan. Ha and people think I'm the one with the committment problems...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm so tired of life, school, work... EVERYTHING!!! I just wanna escape, go somewhere that I can be fucking NORMAL!!!!!!!!!! I don't wanna care bout other people anymore D=&lt; who depend on me but aren't there when I fucking need them, and I hate the fact that I can be even bothered to be writing how much I hate all this shit!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'M TIRED, expected to be the one that takes no sides and to "uphold justice and equality for all" I NEVER ASKED TO!!! For once, just for one day, I want to be happy... )= it's too much to ask isn't it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sorry for all this rage needed to vent somehow&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1511368985459966121-3915790682449178062?l=thatniceguy2210.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thatniceguy2210.blogspot.com/feeds/3915790682449178062/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thatniceguy2210.blogspot.com/2009/12/fcknrage.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1511368985459966121/posts/default/3915790682449178062'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1511368985459966121/posts/default/3915790682449178062'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thatniceguy2210.blogspot.com/2009/12/fcknrage.html' title='FCKNRAGE'/><author><name>thatniceguy2210</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04264053730749361409</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XPp_p10POHU/SwlD-X4Qb5I/AAAAAAAAAB8/0avs5QJSZuk/S220/04102009(005).jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1511368985459966121.post-7912135573341012333</id><published>2009-11-29T06:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-03T08:01:56.270-08:00</updated><title type='text'>WattaWeek</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;Well I think the tittle says it all... watta week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;School Spec was a God send. A place, where you're treated as a celebrity because you can dance haha. Where tourist will ask to video you, lil kids wanting to give you a hi-5, politicians shaking your hands and having 1000's of girls in a packed stadium screaming for you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The memories you make you make, are those that will stay with you forever, I mean, how can you forget dancing on a stage with the sounds of thousands of people screaming and applauding for you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the boys... how could I ever forget them, for people that I've only known a week, it feels like it had been a lifetime. The times spent chasing after girls, going Galazy World, dancing, or just sitting round doing nothing, were great and were definitely highlights of the year. It's also a place filled with LOTS of pretty girls, so imagine leaving a group of teenage boy loose on the place, its in all good fun of course.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's hard to describe, because there are so few words I could use to tell you what an amazing experiance it has been. I mean after a tiring night, where your sweaty, fatigued and body is aching, you still long for it, and you still get up the next day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For me, it was awesome, a place to escape to a world that is like a dream, where everything just seems to be a blur and forget the hell you call life. For this place, is all you ever need.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But all good things come to an end, reality is slapped back, good times are gone. The short lasted dream are only now figments of your imagination...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time to go to sleep see ya'll soon&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1511368985459966121-7912135573341012333?l=thatniceguy2210.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thatniceguy2210.blogspot.com/feeds/7912135573341012333/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thatniceguy2210.blogspot.com/2009/11/wattaweek.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1511368985459966121/posts/default/7912135573341012333'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1511368985459966121/posts/default/7912135573341012333'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thatniceguy2210.blogspot.com/2009/11/wattaweek.html' title='WattaWeek'/><author><name>thatniceguy2210</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04264053730749361409</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XPp_p10POHU/SwlD-X4Qb5I/AAAAAAAAAB8/0avs5QJSZuk/S220/04102009(005).jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1511368985459966121.post-6989989971422833032</id><published>2009-11-21T00:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-03T08:02:27.340-08:00</updated><title type='text'>FckdUp</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;Have you ever had one of them weeks that were just fucked up?? Like none other and nothing seems to go freaking right and it keeps going wrong? Yeh well I'm having one of them weeks.. D=&lt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'ma content kinda guy, and usually takes alot to get me like this you know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I mean screwing up a 10 min speech in front of business people? Ok I can handle that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Having a english essay, legal assesment, and music assesment dued sometime in the same week? Yeh alright I can handle that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pracitising the same dance routine for 6 hours in a room with no air-con with another 100 boys? It's damn annoying but I can handle that still.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Having your bike tires slashed, then buying another bike tube, only to find it that it has holes, then having to delivery meds in the boiling sun? Yeh I'm gonna start to get annyoyed abit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not having a girl that you thought was pretty awesome not talking to you anymore? I can't help but hurt..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Having to see my mum reading the rejection letter saying I didn't get the $2000 scholarship, which I didn't even want to apply for but a teacher did anyway? That killed me... to see the dissapointment in her eyes pierced through me like a knife.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn't want to apply for that scholarship, I knew I wasn't gonna get, but no, Miss had to insist and go ahead anyway. I didn't keep my hopes up. My mum did though...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then all these other problems surrounding my mind..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I'm fckn pissed cause I know there are other people having a bloody tougher time then me out there suffering so much more worse, and I feel like a selfish prick, but I can't help it!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And it doesn't seem I have a life anymore, it just seems to be dragging on, no certain path, no certain door... and I'm worried and I'm scared.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've also come to a realisation of something... my life is so lonely... my world is lonely, I don't have any particular person to come to, my family... I love them, so so much, but I can't show it to them I don't know why, I can't tell them anything. My friends, I know they care, for that I'm so grateful, but my fucking trust issues... some may think they know everything bout me, but there's so many things they don't know and I wish I could tell them, but I don't want them to see me differently.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I try to keep positive, I wanna keep my head up and I wanna smile. But these days, there not much to smile about. I just wish there was a soloution to everything that needed to solved. All I want is to happy and yes sometimes that is a bit too much to ask.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm lonely, all I want is for someone to be there for me, but I keep pushing people away, cause I damn stupid like that. People see me smiling and shit, ain't always real. Well I guess this was my venting for today, I'll try keep it updated.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S Oh and yerh for all my mates that do read this, you know why I've been kinda weird lately and stuff now and yeh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Sometimes it's all just a act."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1511368985459966121-6989989971422833032?l=thatniceguy2210.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thatniceguy2210.blogspot.com/feeds/6989989971422833032/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thatniceguy2210.blogspot.com/2009/11/fckdup.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1511368985459966121/posts/default/6989989971422833032'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1511368985459966121/posts/default/6989989971422833032'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thatniceguy2210.blogspot.com/2009/11/fckdup.html' title='FckdUp'/><author><name>thatniceguy2210</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04264053730749361409</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XPp_p10POHU/SwlD-X4Qb5I/AAAAAAAAAB8/0avs5QJSZuk/S220/04102009(005).jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1511368985459966121.post-7003974852025598783</id><published>2009-11-08T00:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-03T08:02:46.770-08:00</updated><title type='text'>*insertconfusionhere*</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;So it's been a while since I've wrote anything in here, my bad xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But yehh I've had ton of stuff going on, I don't know where to start really.&lt;br /&gt;Everyone seems to be hating each other these days... well to be more specific, the girls are actually haha.&lt;br /&gt;The boys just stand there and watch, not really knowing what to do lol.&lt;br /&gt;It's sad though, I mean 1 year left at school, and we're having these pittiful fights, doesn't seem worth it really and it leaves you wondering sometimes.&lt;br /&gt;Oh and I was recently in the hospital as well for a minor sugery, to remove a "mucus rentented cyst" sounds nasty doesn't it? :L&lt;br /&gt;And it occured to me that, a place that's spose to heal you and everything, is so lifeless, and full of misery and shit, bit of a downer really =/&lt;br /&gt;But me operation went well, all is good, cept its pain in the ass trying to eat D: haha&lt;br /&gt;Life has been pretty average otherwise lol me and the boys have made all made it into School Spec which is pretty sick, and I've secured myself a group solo, so I'm pretty happy haha&lt;br /&gt;And I've been meeting new people as well lol well a person to be correct lol&lt;br /&gt;Lexy intro'd me to her, she's cool lol she's pretty, cute, funny as well haha&lt;br /&gt;Hanged out with her the other day in the City, it was nice lol&lt;br /&gt;But with my track record I ain't keep my hopes up haha&lt;br /&gt;Yet it is nice to have someone to miss and look forward talking to though..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well that's enough from me fo now, byeee&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1511368985459966121-7003974852025598783?l=thatniceguy2210.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thatniceguy2210.blogspot.com/feeds/7003974852025598783/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thatniceguy2210.blogspot.com/2009/11/insertconfusionhere.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1511368985459966121/posts/default/7003974852025598783'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1511368985459966121/posts/default/7003974852025598783'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thatniceguy2210.blogspot.com/2009/11/insertconfusionhere.html' title='*insertconfusionhere*'/><author><name>thatniceguy2210</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04264053730749361409</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XPp_p10POHU/SwlD-X4Qb5I/AAAAAAAAAB8/0avs5QJSZuk/S220/04102009(005).jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1511368985459966121.post-4762769181652512614</id><published>2009-10-19T03:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-01-03T08:04:55.631-08:00</updated><title type='text'>AnotherDay</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;Ahh well hope you guys enjoyed my poems, probably more to come.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well today was the first day back at school. It seemed no different lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I gots some of my exam results back today, was quite pleased with it actually. I came first in both Legal Studies &amp;amp; Drama, so I'm quite content lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was also hard seeing "her" I'm just tryna find a way to get over her, but its harder then it seems, everytime I wanna go talk to her, I just end up backing down...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had no feeling of being older or in year 12. Nor did the fact me being captain seemed to change anything, everything to seem to be like they were before the hols.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After school, had work again, after work though, I decided to go to the lake, and who by chance was there but Raquel lol. We spent the next hour talking and stuff, hanging out, was pretty good, walked her home. Spent an hour on the phone with Mel tonight talking bout jack all lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But yehh everything seems to be as they were before... maybe even worse.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1511368985459966121-4762769181652512614?l=thatniceguy2210.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thatniceguy2210.blogspot.com/feeds/4762769181652512614/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thatniceguy2210.blogspot.com/2009/10/anotherday.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1511368985459966121/posts/default/4762769181652512614'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1511368985459966121/posts/default/4762769181652512614'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thatniceguy2210.blogspot.com/2009/10/anotherday.html' title='AnotherDay'/><author><name>thatniceguy2210</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04264053730749361409</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XPp_p10POHU/SwlD-X4Qb5I/AAAAAAAAAB8/0avs5QJSZuk/S220/04102009(005).jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1511368985459966121.post-3142543372428737625</id><published>2009-10-18T06:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-01-03T08:05:15.083-08:00</updated><title type='text'>TheOneAndOnly</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;*after ALOT of nagging and some brownies of Raquel, i gave in and finally wrote her a poem haha*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is bout a girl thats one of a kind.&lt;br /&gt;Let me just add she's a girl like no other,&lt;br /&gt;I don't know what it is,&lt;br /&gt;she must be an angel undercover.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With a body of a goddess,&lt;br /&gt;she's just a sight to behold.&lt;br /&gt;How she fights off all them guys,&lt;br /&gt;I really don't know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With the kind of beauty,&lt;br /&gt;I 'd compare to the ancient queen Cleo,&lt;br /&gt;and there's something bout this girl, l&lt;br /&gt;ike an inner beauty glow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With a smile of a angel,&lt;br /&gt;and eyes as well.&lt;br /&gt;I kinda forgot to mention,&lt;br /&gt;the name of this lady happens to be kel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now before I finish,&lt;br /&gt;to this girl I'd like to say,&lt;br /&gt;thank you for them brownies =P&lt;br /&gt;hope you have a lovely day =D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1511368985459966121-3142543372428737625?l=thatniceguy2210.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thatniceguy2210.blogspot.com/feeds/3142543372428737625/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thatniceguy2210.blogspot.com/2009/10/theoneandonly.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1511368985459966121/posts/default/3142543372428737625'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1511368985459966121/posts/default/3142543372428737625'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thatniceguy2210.blogspot.com/2009/10/theoneandonly.html' title='TheOneAndOnly'/><author><name>thatniceguy2210</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04264053730749361409</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XPp_p10POHU/SwlD-X4Qb5I/AAAAAAAAAB8/0avs5QJSZuk/S220/04102009(005).jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1511368985459966121.post-2648759265197491394</id><published>2009-10-15T06:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-01-03T08:05:31.182-08:00</updated><title type='text'>RollerCoaster</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;*sighs*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ahh well I've going through alot of things,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so many ups and down (more downs then ups might I add)&lt;br /&gt;So much mixed feelings. Confused. I don't really know what to know.&lt;br /&gt;Cause really I think I'm at a breaking point.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Been venting by writing some stuff, below are just some stuff I wrote up. enjoy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1511368985459966121-2648759265197491394?l=thatniceguy2210.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thatniceguy2210.blogspot.com/feeds/2648759265197491394/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thatniceguy2210.blogspot.com/2009/10/sighs-ahh-well-ive-going-through-alot.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1511368985459966121/posts/default/2648759265197491394'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1511368985459966121/posts/default/2648759265197491394'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thatniceguy2210.blogspot.com/2009/10/sighs-ahh-well-ive-going-through-alot.html' title='RollerCoaster'/><author><name>thatniceguy2210</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04264053730749361409</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XPp_p10POHU/SwlD-X4Qb5I/AAAAAAAAAB8/0avs5QJSZuk/S220/04102009(005).jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1511368985459966121.post-2661915268271455762</id><published>2009-10-15T06:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-01-03T08:06:03.287-08:00</updated><title type='text'>One person...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;*inspired by a status on facebook*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyone in the world needs one person.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We need one person one person to keep it real with,&lt;br /&gt;Someone there to help you deal with your shit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We all need one to make us smile on our worse days,&lt;br /&gt;we need someone to say "I love you no matter what believe me, ok?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Someone to hold your hand when their scared,&lt;br /&gt;One person you kissed when you got dared.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Valentines you need one person to buy roses for,&lt;br /&gt;also one person to leave a box of chocolates by the door.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just need one person to tell them your dreams and your fears,&lt;br /&gt;a person in your heart you hold most dear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One person whose eyes you could stare,&lt;br /&gt;forgetting bout all your troubles without a care.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One person to give you a hug when your all alone,&lt;br /&gt;someone to play the "noo you hang up" game on the phone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They are the one person you never want to be apart,&lt;br /&gt;only to them, you'd give your heart.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1511368985459966121-2661915268271455762?l=thatniceguy2210.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thatniceguy2210.blogspot.com/feeds/2661915268271455762/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thatniceguy2210.blogspot.com/2009/10/inspired-by-status-on-facebook-everyone.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1511368985459966121/posts/default/2661915268271455762'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1511368985459966121/posts/default/2661915268271455762'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thatniceguy2210.blogspot.com/2009/10/inspired-by-status-on-facebook-everyone.html' title='One person...'/><author><name>thatniceguy2210</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04264053730749361409</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XPp_p10POHU/SwlD-X4Qb5I/AAAAAAAAAB8/0avs5QJSZuk/S220/04102009(005).jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1511368985459966121.post-84237019788175334</id><published>2009-10-15T06:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-01-03T08:06:26.623-08:00</updated><title type='text'>ThinkingOfYou</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;I can't get over the fact that I still miss ya I mis ya I really wanna kiss ya but I can't&lt;br /&gt;Cause I got lil voices in my head doing a chant saying&lt;br /&gt;"Just tell her you love her man it harldy ain't a thing!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I close eye and in my mind I look to my left and my right,&lt;br /&gt;the only girl thats in sight is... you,&lt;br /&gt;damn... I only ever wanted to call you my boo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And soon I couldn't tell up from down,&lt;br /&gt;Again I close my eyes and turned around,crazy stuff started happening.&lt;br /&gt;damn... again you were there standing and I thought I was seeing things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm at a stand still,&lt;br /&gt;cause I don't know what to do&lt;br /&gt;Cause all this that I feel,&lt;br /&gt;don't mean nothing to you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But at least I'm getting better,&lt;br /&gt;well I think I am.&lt;br /&gt;People are telling me,&lt;br /&gt;"just don't give a damn"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I don't wanna,&lt;br /&gt;cause the fact of the matter is,&lt;br /&gt;whatever I do, I'll be thinking of you...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1511368985459966121-84237019788175334?l=thatniceguy2210.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' 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src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XPp_p10POHU/SwlD-X4Qb5I/AAAAAAAAAB8/0avs5QJSZuk/S220/04102009(005).jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1511368985459966121.post-2660549311701773744</id><published>2009-10-15T06:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-01-03T08:06:53.931-08:00</updated><title type='text'>OldSloppyLove poem pt.2 Bittersweet</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;I believe it's cupids work thats led me to pain,&lt;br /&gt;Cupids arrows have pierced my heart and now love has filled my veins.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is cupids work that has got me this confused,wondering wether she loves me or not has left my heart battered and bruised.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It can only be cupids work that makes me smile when I see her,staring at such a beautiful being nothing could be clearer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know if it's cupids work that fills me with butterflies everytime we touch,&lt;br /&gt;I can't stand to see her with other guys this love has got me in a clutch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It has to be cupids work that's driving me insane,&lt;br /&gt;Cupids work is what makes my heart fall whenever I hear her call out my name.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I believe it to be cupids work that has left me feeling bubbly from my head to my feet,cupids work I can only describe as simply and purely... bittersweet&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1511368985459966121-2660549311701773744?l=thatniceguy2210.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thatniceguy2210.blogspot.com/feeds/2660549311701773744/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thatniceguy2210.blogspot.com/2009/10/old-sloppy-love-poem-pt2-bittersweet.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1511368985459966121/posts/default/2660549311701773744'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1511368985459966121/posts/default/2660549311701773744'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thatniceguy2210.blogspot.com/2009/10/old-sloppy-love-poem-pt2-bittersweet.html' title='OldSloppyLove poem pt.2 Bittersweet'/><author><name>thatniceguy2210</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04264053730749361409</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XPp_p10POHU/SwlD-X4Qb5I/AAAAAAAAAB8/0avs5QJSZuk/S220/04102009(005).jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1511368985459966121.post-2012859663179263337</id><published>2009-10-15T06:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-01-03T08:07:25.012-08:00</updated><title type='text'>OldSloppyLove poem (when I was younger &amp; ignorant)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;When I see her walking by,&lt;br /&gt;I smell her scent,&lt;br /&gt;she gets me high.&lt;br /&gt;I see them legs,&lt;br /&gt;they look so fine.&lt;br /&gt;And her face looks so kind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I see her all alone,she's just playing on her phone.&lt;br /&gt;I ask her if she's alright,&lt;br /&gt;Me and her side by side.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I walk her home,&lt;br /&gt;she kisses goodbye.&lt;br /&gt;Them lovely lips,&lt;br /&gt;made me sigh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm walking home,with a smile.&lt;br /&gt;Hope to see her in a while.&lt;br /&gt;I think I love her,I really do.&lt;br /&gt;I just hope that,she loves me too.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1511368985459966121-2012859663179263337?l=thatniceguy2210.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XPp_p10POHU/SwlD-X4Qb5I/AAAAAAAAAB8/0avs5QJSZuk/S220/04102009(005).jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1511368985459966121.post-3211762017457419563</id><published>2009-10-15T06:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-01-03T08:07:41.096-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tired</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;And I'm tired of it all,&lt;br /&gt;Do you ever feel like you were meant for something more?&lt;br /&gt;But then you turn around and see where you live,&lt;br /&gt;And you want to escape this hole you call home but nothing seems to give.&lt;br /&gt;Why do people have high expectations of me?&lt;br /&gt;Man I'm just any other fish in the place we call the sea.&lt;br /&gt;All that I do now, how will it benefit me?&lt;br /&gt;Is it gonna pay the bills when I'm 33?&lt;br /&gt;I wanna grow some wings and just fly away,&lt;br /&gt;to a world where I'd have a nice day.&lt;br /&gt;Its nice to have people believe in you.&lt;br /&gt;But what is it all for?&lt;br /&gt;When your so tired of life.&lt;br /&gt;You don't wanna try anymore.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1511368985459966121-3211762017457419563?l=thatniceguy2210.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thatniceguy2210.blogspot.com/feeds/3211762017457419563/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thatniceguy2210.blogspot.com/2009/10/tired.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1511368985459966121/posts/default/3211762017457419563'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1511368985459966121/posts/default/3211762017457419563'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thatniceguy2210.blogspot.com/2009/10/tired.html' title='Tired'/><author><name>thatniceguy2210</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04264053730749361409</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XPp_p10POHU/SwlD-X4Qb5I/AAAAAAAAAB8/0avs5QJSZuk/S220/04102009(005).jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1511368985459966121.post-8063012475534647766</id><published>2009-10-15T05:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-01-03T08:08:01.338-08:00</updated><title type='text'>YOU</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;Shit mann watta damn day ayee,&lt;br /&gt;hell after not seeing you for how long you think, things can be like before??&lt;br /&gt;Nah, eff you I understand you got hurt and I did too,but guess what??&lt;br /&gt;it. was. your. choice.&lt;br /&gt;It took me a long time yehh to get over you,never knew it was possible for that to be done to someone.&lt;br /&gt;Guess yo achieved that aye?&lt;br /&gt;Then you all over that guy like I was nothing?&lt;br /&gt;You say that was your way of "coping"&lt;br /&gt;Very intersting way of coping I might add.&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I'm just ignorant,&lt;br /&gt;I'm probably am.&lt;br /&gt;But what can I say, I'ma guy.&lt;br /&gt;Then you start crying, saying it ws my fault cause I got angry???&lt;br /&gt;Shitt got some nerve there hey.&lt;br /&gt;You say you have many problems and I can respect that, but how can I respect the way you treated me?&lt;br /&gt;And I feel sorry cause I wanna help you, but you dont't let me in.&lt;br /&gt;So I ask myself "why do you try?"&lt;br /&gt;Man I'm sick of treated like shit cause I wanna be the nice guy.&lt;br /&gt;You try to someone that people can rely on...you turn out to be the guy people take advantage off...&lt;br /&gt;I guess this is just suppreesed anger some may call it,what can I say, I've held this in for a longggggg time now.&lt;br /&gt;Must say I'm fourtanate that someone was able to make me see that life ain't so shit.&lt;br /&gt;But damn I dont' even know where's that heading anymore&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Watta great start to the hols...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1511368985459966121-8063012475534647766?l=thatniceguy2210.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thatniceguy2210.blogspot.com/feeds/8063012475534647766/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thatniceguy2210.blogspot.com/2009/10/you.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1511368985459966121/posts/default/8063012475534647766'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1511368985459966121/posts/default/8063012475534647766'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thatniceguy2210.blogspot.com/2009/10/you.html' title='YOU'/><author><name>thatniceguy2210</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04264053730749361409</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XPp_p10POHU/SwlD-X4Qb5I/AAAAAAAAAB8/0avs5QJSZuk/S220/04102009(005).jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1511368985459966121.post-2979713165548870599</id><published>2009-10-15T05:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-01-03T08:08:24.791-08:00</updated><title type='text'>(:</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;Even as I woke up to a grey sky, my world never seem brighter (:&lt;br /&gt;Amazing how one little thing seems to make your troubles lighter.&lt;br /&gt;Walking down the streets with a smile on my face,&lt;br /&gt;thinking of you besides my troubles seems to be the case.&lt;br /&gt;The statement above, I mean it its true.&lt;br /&gt;My life would certainly seem to be darker without you.&lt;br /&gt;Thought the answer you gave me wasn't a yes or a no,&lt;br /&gt;I'm just happy you didn't leave me out in the cold :L&lt;br /&gt;I do know that I might've fucked up in the past,&lt;br /&gt;but I never really knew that it'd leave a memory that would last.&lt;br /&gt;You know your the reason that I'm writing again, got off my ass and picked up the pen.&lt;br /&gt;Your the one that made my ideas flow,&lt;br /&gt;your the one that makes me feelings show.&lt;br /&gt;All that I say is your the most wonderful girl,&lt;br /&gt;with the most beautiful eyes I've seen in the world :L&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1511368985459966121-2979713165548870599?l=thatniceguy2210.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thatniceguy2210.blogspot.com/feeds/2979713165548870599/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thatniceguy2210.blogspot.com/2009/10/blog-post.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1511368985459966121/posts/default/2979713165548870599'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1511368985459966121/posts/default/2979713165548870599'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thatniceguy2210.blogspot.com/2009/10/blog-post.html' title='(:'/><author><name>thatniceguy2210</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04264053730749361409</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XPp_p10POHU/SwlD-X4Qb5I/AAAAAAAAAB8/0avs5QJSZuk/S220/04102009(005).jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1511368985459966121.post-7768522434561662281</id><published>2009-10-15T05:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-01-03T08:08:44.116-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Confused</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;You know, I reckon all the boys out there would agree with me that girls are the most damn confusing beings God has ever created.&lt;br /&gt;But then again sometimes God creates some of them to be so beautiful as well.&lt;br /&gt;I feel like I'm blessed that I know her and I hope that she can tell,&lt;br /&gt;And I can't help if I'm developing feelings for her right?&lt;br /&gt;Cause everytime I see her its such a wonderful sight.&lt;br /&gt;I have no idea what it is about her,&lt;br /&gt;but even at my lowest moments, she puts a smile on my face,&lt;br /&gt;where noone else seemed to managed that.&lt;br /&gt;And when she hugs me, its a feeling noone else can give me,&lt;br /&gt;My mind is just free from all my problems and a warmth like no other.&lt;br /&gt;She has the most wonderful smile,&lt;br /&gt;and beautiful eyes like no other that just drives my heart wild.&lt;br /&gt;And when she's sad,&lt;br /&gt;I'm sad.&lt;br /&gt;When she's mad,&lt;br /&gt;I'm mad.&lt;br /&gt;And I feel bad cause it seems like theres nothing I can do.&lt;br /&gt;I try my best to talk to her but yet she still feels blue.&lt;br /&gt;And I wanna tell her that she means the world to me,&lt;br /&gt;But I'm afraid.&lt;br /&gt;I don't wanna lose her.&lt;br /&gt;I'd rather her as a friend then see her walk away.&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes its as if she feels the same,&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes its like she doesn't.&lt;br /&gt;I don't wanna take a risk.&lt;br /&gt;Cause I know the pain.&lt;br /&gt;And it doesn't feel good.But as long shes in my life,&lt;br /&gt;I'm happy....to an extent.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope she knows who she is, so she can put me outta my misery.&lt;br /&gt;But I hope she knows that she means the world to me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1511368985459966121-7768522434561662281?l=thatniceguy2210.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thatniceguy2210.blogspot.com/feeds/7768522434561662281/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thatniceguy2210.blogspot.com/2009/10/confused.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1511368985459966121/posts/default/7768522434561662281'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1511368985459966121/posts/default/7768522434561662281'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thatniceguy2210.blogspot.com/2009/10/confused.html' title='Confused'/><author><name>thatniceguy2210</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04264053730749361409</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XPp_p10POHU/SwlD-X4Qb5I/AAAAAAAAAB8/0avs5QJSZuk/S220/04102009(005).jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1511368985459966121.post-6545525555780788720</id><published>2009-10-15T05:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-01-03T08:09:01.139-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Why...?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;And with me being awake, I ask myself why,&lt;br /&gt;Why is it that people put on a mask that are of lies?&lt;br /&gt;Would it really be that hard just to be yourself?&lt;br /&gt;Isn't it better to be who you are and please stop me if im wrong&lt;br /&gt;but back in the days, where we get along, wasn't it better that way?&lt;br /&gt;Why are we now resorting to these petty things where everyone wants a say,but noone takes the damn time to listen.&lt;br /&gt;I enjoyed the old days,I really did,when we were just freaking kids.&lt;br /&gt;And because I'm sick of the tears that I see fall&lt;br /&gt;sick of the screaming, and shouting.&lt;br /&gt;People just don't wanna see.&lt;br /&gt;If they could only tell that this wasn't the key.&lt;br /&gt;The fighting, the two face, the screams, the lies&lt;br /&gt;Do you really think this how people want to live their lives???&lt;br /&gt;And it's sad, cause all that the people like me can do,is watch by the sides.&lt;br /&gt;Just watching as friendships start to die,then someone starts to cry.&lt;br /&gt;And I can't help but feel uselessPeople ask whats wrong with meAnd in my head I ask"Can't you see?&lt;br /&gt;Or are you damn blind?,&lt;br /&gt;You really think that everything is just fine?"&lt;br /&gt;But I just guess people can't see&lt;br /&gt;Or DON'T wanna see&lt;br /&gt;So when the people come to me crying&lt;br /&gt;and I can't do anything, I have to force myself and say"Wipe those tears, don't cry cause everything gonna be ok..."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1511368985459966121-6545525555780788720?l=thatniceguy2210.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thatniceguy2210.blogspot.com/feeds/6545525555780788720/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thatniceguy2210.blogspot.com/2009/10/why.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1511368985459966121/posts/default/6545525555780788720'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1511368985459966121/posts/default/6545525555780788720'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thatniceguy2210.blogspot.com/2009/10/why.html' title='Why...?'/><author><name>thatniceguy2210</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04264053730749361409</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XPp_p10POHU/SwlD-X4Qb5I/AAAAAAAAAB8/0avs5QJSZuk/S220/04102009(005).jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1511368985459966121.post-6874492825641153488</id><published>2009-10-04T20:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-01-03T08:09:22.952-08:00</updated><title type='text'>ThingsAreLookingUp</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;And today I'm sitting here with a smile on my face.&lt;br /&gt;Many things have been happening some good some bad but overall I can't complain lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well first of all, the audition fo School Spec, man it was hella good, meeting up with all them other dancers was cool, it was also the day of the duststorm, gotta admit, freaked me out for a moment or 2 haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm what else has been happening, oh yeh the Children's Fest, was a nice day, pretty boring but we found ways to comabt it haha like "Solo" soccer and etc. It was cool as well to put up a sword fight show for the little kiddies haha the fireworks was pretty cool cept it started raining hahah I also bought some stuff for the camp which leads to my next paragraph...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Camp, I must say, was an awesome experiance, being able to do things that I never done before lol like Flying Fox, Abseling and of the sorts. But it also gave me a chance to be able to spend time with people that you wouldn't be able to at school. Must say it was really nice to be able spend them 3 days with her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After camp there was the Yr 12 garduation to go do lol I got me badge for the captaicny thing, and was time to say goodbye to the year 12's It was a sad but momentous day as well, the Year 11's have got a lot to live up to now lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then there was the engagement party yesterday fo my cousin Troung, I don't see him much, so it was nice to be able to habg out with him as well lol the engagement party was alright considering the weather lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I finally had some courage to tell &lt;em&gt;her&lt;/em&gt; how I felt, must say it was pretty nerve racking lol but I'm glad I did it lol. The answer I got let's just wasn't what I was expecting but quite happy its not a no haha. She told me that "it's not that I don't wanna be with you, but you know how I feel bout high school love" and "well hopefully you'll be telling me that speech sometime soon" haha I gotta be glad that she feeling the same way haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't know why, but being this happy got me creative juices flowing again, me poems and all that, I'll post them on here sometime if I can be stuffed haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well till next time byeee&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1511368985459966121-6874492825641153488?l=thatniceguy2210.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thatniceguy2210.blogspot.com/feeds/6874492825641153488/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thatniceguy2210.blogspot.com/2009/10/thingsarelookingup.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1511368985459966121/posts/default/6874492825641153488'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1511368985459966121/posts/default/6874492825641153488'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thatniceguy2210.blogspot.com/2009/10/thingsarelookingup.html' title='ThingsAreLookingUp'/><author><name>thatniceguy2210</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04264053730749361409</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XPp_p10POHU/SwlD-X4Qb5I/AAAAAAAAAB8/0avs5QJSZuk/S220/04102009(005).jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1511368985459966121.post-5406800233144741927</id><published>2009-09-16T03:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-01-03T08:09:44.009-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tireddd</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;Well tired was pretty awesome, but damn hella tiring as today, me and the boys were gonna perform at the Pact Theatre down in Erskinville.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Day started off with me headed over to Woolies to buy me a new white T as I only had old dirty ones. We meet at Padstow station with Spearo and Morrison the teachers taking us there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Train trip there was pretty funny, since all the Fobs had the guitars they started singing, pretty cool and we was attracting the attention of all the people at the station haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The one downside during the trip was that Rangi couldn't make it today as he sprained his foot ==" And the last time I saw him, his damn ankle had swollen like a damn watermelon man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But anyways, we arrived at Erskinville, and were the first at the theatre, so we decided to practice and fix up stuff. It's amazing that having one person gone could change so many things, took me and Nuks a good half hour to be able to fix everything up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well we were able to fix it up, then the other schools started to roll in, we had, lets see Marrickville, Granville, JJ, Hurstville, Rooty Hill and some other school I can't memeber haha. Anyways mw and Nuks began to see the guys that were from last years School Spec and it was pretty cool to see them and catch, it's amazing how fast a year goes already lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then it was time for a rehearsal run of the show, and hating to sound up meself but I do think we were one of the best up there, not to say that the other schools weren't good cause some of them were freaking amazing. But it was cool, we were the last up, and daresay our school got the loudest applause, in my opinion that is of course.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we had a break, and a pretty hektik one at that. Some lady was photographing B-Boys when she wanted another dancer to go up. Nuks and some other kid had starting big talking to each other and it was pretty fun until Nuks finally called him out and it turned into a 2 on 2 battle haha with Me and Nuks and the other kid and his mate. Pretty safe to say that we smashed their asses haha. Felt pretty good to know that we started a big circle and more battles lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the break we went back and did the real thing for the primary school kids. The show was good and the kids loved it I think. After the show, I went to get my bag, I turned around and saw a kid sitting who seemed to be keeping something inside but then finally letting it out, he got the courage to have went up to Nuks to say how good our dance was, pretty sweet to see haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And that was the end of a good day. Aww shit. now I gotta go study for me musci and legal studies exam tommorrow... wish me luck ==' Byee&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1511368985459966121-5406800233144741927?l=thatniceguy2210.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thatniceguy2210.blogspot.com/feeds/5406800233144741927/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thatniceguy2210.blogspot.com/2009/09/tireddd.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1511368985459966121/posts/default/5406800233144741927'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1511368985459966121/posts/default/5406800233144741927'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thatniceguy2210.blogspot.com/2009/09/tireddd.html' title='Tireddd'/><author><name>thatniceguy2210</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04264053730749361409</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XPp_p10POHU/SwlD-X4Qb5I/AAAAAAAAAB8/0avs5QJSZuk/S220/04102009(005).jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1511368985459966121.post-2009202874992098802</id><published>2009-09-14T05:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-14T05:36:28.778-07:00</updated><title type='text'>KillMe,KillMeNow!!!</title><content type='html'>And today is the first day of a week of exams =="&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish, I just wish I could meet the person who proposed exams in the first damn place arghh. The first exam I had today was hospotality, was a damn breeze quite certain I got 85-90% area. But tommorrow I have... ENGLISH D:&lt; freaking bitch man I'ma tryna study cept I don't freaking know what should be going in my head FRICK!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*sighs* Ahh well thats the only exam I'm freaking bout, the rest I'ma past with considerable ease I imagain, I wish english wasn't compulsory...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And after exams today, I headed over to Banks with Thuy and Ashlie, went to Dong Ba and had lunch, pretty funny ahah then we went to go get Ashlie's piercing as well, funny fact this, I never knew most people encourage you to drink Coke prior a piercing like that lol apparently helps with the blood sugar or something ahah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I catch myself day dreaming of what its gonna be like after exams... oh the possiblities... I just want this week to finish already damn it!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ahh after exams... all I'm gonna focus on is... DANCE!!! Gotta freaking improve me skills man, I think I'm getting a little bit lazy haha So after exams, gonna be all dance, and the spring hols as well man but when year 12 starts better get me shit together and working 0_0&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yehh, I saw "her" again today, pretty weird, we talked a little bit, but I don't know how she can still talk to me as if nothing has happened... girls these days haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shitt well I better get back to me studying ==" Wish me luck peoples byee&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Our greatest glory is not in never falling, but in rising everytime we fall.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;-Confucius&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1511368985459966121-2009202874992098802?l=thatniceguy2210.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thatniceguy2210.blogspot.com/feeds/2009202874992098802/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thatniceguy2210.blogspot.com/2009/09/killmekillmenow.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1511368985459966121/posts/default/2009202874992098802'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1511368985459966121/posts/default/2009202874992098802'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thatniceguy2210.blogspot.com/2009/09/killmekillmenow.html' title='KillMe,KillMeNow!!!'/><author><name>thatniceguy2210</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04264053730749361409</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XPp_p10POHU/SwlD-X4Qb5I/AAAAAAAAAB8/0avs5QJSZuk/S220/04102009(005).jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1511368985459966121.post-2791321708229847186</id><published>2009-09-10T04:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-01-03T08:13:36.214-08:00</updated><title type='text'>MLIG</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;Sup sup everyone guess what, you are now reading a blog that is written by a... CAPTAIN OF SJB!!!! WOO HOOOOOOO.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ahh now that I have gotten that out of my system, lets move on ahah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok well today, I didn't go to any classes, cause I had them dance rehearsals for the whole day, which was pretty damn awesome. But period 2 I had to leave cause I was gonna find out the captaincy results. All the canidates were put into a room and we all had to wait for the principle to tell us the results. It was a pretty long wait, but finally he came. Everyone now was pretty eagar to find out the results and he started out with the girls. The prefects were Theresa, Milica and Iman, everyone was quite shocked when they heard Theresa's name called out for prefects because everyone was expecting her to be captain or V.C at most. Lexy was announced as V.C and Jessica captain. And everyone was pretty happy about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then it was the boy's turn. Mr Mitchell began again, reading out the boy's prefect, and it was Hau, Dulfikar and Nikolaus. And again everyone was quite surpriesd because they were expecting him to get V.C or captain. But Dale was announced as V.C and me as captain. Have to admit I was pretty damn happy. Me and Dale "peow peow brothers" ahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went back to the drama room to dance, and on the way I told Bui who was happy as hell for me haha and den when I was back, I told everyone the good news and yerhh good times. But then I couldn't find Rangi anywhere, turns out he was gonna be suspended for a thing I will not mention. And Rongomai was in a pretty bad mood cause of this and I tried talking to him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then it was reccess, and I got say news travels hella fast at SJB ahah I was getting congratualtions and stuff which was pretty funny haha I got a big hug from Thuy etc etc and reccess was spent talking about the results of the elections.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reccess was finished and it was back to practising, man it was a long 2 periods ahah but yerhh me and Nuks worked the boys like dogs cause we know they can do much better if they just try harder.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright to be honest I'm getting quite lazy right now so I'ma sum up pretty quickly ahah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After lucnh, we finished the dance, and making it much better, Mr Mitchell came to also watch how we were going and he also congratulated me on the side on the captaincy ahah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmmm my exams are next week and I'm pretty scared cause I don't know much haahah must study on weekend!!! And the performace is also next week as well =='&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok im pretty tired now so BYEE &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1511368985459966121-2791321708229847186?l=thatniceguy2210.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thatniceguy2210.blogspot.com/feeds/2791321708229847186/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thatniceguy2210.blogspot.com/2009/09/mlig.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1511368985459966121/posts/default/2791321708229847186'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1511368985459966121/posts/default/2791321708229847186'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thatniceguy2210.blogspot.com/2009/09/mlig.html' title='MLIG'/><author><name>thatniceguy2210</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04264053730749361409</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XPp_p10POHU/SwlD-X4Qb5I/AAAAAAAAAB8/0avs5QJSZuk/S220/04102009(005).jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1511368985459966121.post-6079915456042949153</id><published>2009-09-08T07:03:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-01-03T08:14:52.612-08:00</updated><title type='text'>StartOver?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;Ahh wats craka lacking everyone have I got alot to say today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well let's see, my last post was on Wedsday last week, what I had forgotten to mention was that I had my captaincy speech the next day, which I wrote on that very night ahah. So the day came, was pretty nervous and had butterflies in my stomach, which I think was dued to my sickness though haha. I'd think it be pretty fair to say that I went quite well in the speech, the students seemed to like it even laughing, where needed lol. And and acording to my mates, the other guys running didn't go as well, with one person shaking during the speech ahah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The teachers speech went smoothly though I did stuff up but I do not think they could tell so that was good (Y) Had some good remarks from both teachers and students. And some say I have a good chance of getting it, just have to wait and see.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm lets talk about today, well most year 11's were on a business excursion, and barely anyone was at school, so I decided to head with Thuy over to Jess's place from period 1-4 then go back to school then dance practice from lucnh till home time. Worked. Like. A. Charm. Had an awesome time over there and her dogs are cool. But one of them bit me in the ass man!!! It hurt like hell and I did nothing to provoke it, like honestly! But it was fun, watched Love Guru, had ramen noodles haha. Then when I had to go back to school we walked the dogs then I went to lunch, so good day, cept when I had to work in the afternoon, I swear I gotta quit from that place one day ahah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I have been thinking lately, how weird life works it self out sometimes. You have someone that broke your heart, but then you have someone that you haven't talked to in months bring a smile to your face again. Groups who wouldn't sit next to each other for how long, just randomly decides to sit in the big group it use to be (though not to say that there wasn't any tension haha).&lt;br /&gt;It's amazing that it has actually been 5 years that I have known most of the freinds I've made at high school, and after Year 12, its most likely that I will never see them again, which is quite sad. It worries me to think of the future, what does it hold? Is it set in stone? Can we change it? I don't know I am being so philsphoucal all of a sudden. Well all this thinking is hurting my brain hahah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Byeee&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1511368985459966121-6079915456042949153?l=thatniceguy2210.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thatniceguy2210.blogspot.com/feeds/6079915456042949153/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thatniceguy2210.blogspot.com/2009/09/startover.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1511368985459966121/posts/default/6079915456042949153'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1511368985459966121/posts/default/6079915456042949153'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thatniceguy2210.blogspot.com/2009/09/startover.html' title='StartOver?'/><author><name>thatniceguy2210</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04264053730749361409</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XPp_p10POHU/SwlD-X4Qb5I/AAAAAAAAAB8/0avs5QJSZuk/S220/04102009(005).jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1511368985459966121.post-8696051646498205026</id><published>2009-09-03T05:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-01-03T08:16:10.431-08:00</updated><title type='text'>NewAndImproved</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;Hello hello everyone, as you can tell I haven't been on much because me blog has been under renovations haha so a BIGGGG thanks and shout out to Ilahhhh, now my page looks awesome thanks to you hahah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmmm so I've been pretty sick lately, barely had any sleep last night, think I only got a max of 2 hours at most? But today I had my captain speeched 0_0 And we were only told the day before that we had to do a speech, so all in all we only had one so wtf. But it ended all well, cause I think I did pretty good, the students and teachers both reacted well and laughed where it needed to be laughed lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Argh I got exams in 2 freaking week!! I feels so unprepared, I'm really nervous and shit, but I can't be damn studying, I just have no motivation man. Work is also a damn bitch, pretty damn tiring riding a bike a couple of K's when you have no freaking energy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And on the same week as the exams, is when the Boys Hip Hop dance fest is on ==" so that is pretty fucked up, don't know what I'm gonna do. But I think the dance is going pretty good, me and Nuks have worked hella hard to get this shit together and our greatest concern is that the people won't learn it in time =/ Just gotta wait and see I guess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thinking about &lt;strong&gt;"her" &lt;/strong&gt;had me pretty emo this week as well, which led to a fight with Jessica which ended with me not talking to her, but now we is talking again so all is good (=, hmmm but here is some of my emo writing posted on facebook...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Ive been hearin... dat eva since u were gone... Ive been sadder n... angrier. Am I...? Is dat even possible for 1 person to drastically change another? Dey tell me to 4get u, dey say wit so much hate "she played u like a fool, n u defend her?!" Is I defendin u? If I were, y is it so rong? If only I culd turn bck time, bt u made ur chioce. But your back. I jst wanna drink away till ur drowned in my head..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It had some people worried haha don't know why though lol just my way of letting out bad mojo in me lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So far only had one highlight for this week, she only one that gave me a real smile lol I doubt she would know who she is, but it was pretty nice =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aight well I'ma off since feeling sick like a dog gonna get some rest byee.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1511368985459966121-8696051646498205026?l=thatniceguy2210.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thatniceguy2210.blogspot.com/feeds/8696051646498205026/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thatniceguy2210.blogspot.com/2009/09/newandimproved.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1511368985459966121/posts/default/8696051646498205026'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1511368985459966121/posts/default/8696051646498205026'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thatniceguy2210.blogspot.com/2009/09/newandimproved.html' title='NewAndImproved'/><author><name>thatniceguy2210</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04264053730749361409</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XPp_p10POHU/SwlD-X4Qb5I/AAAAAAAAAB8/0avs5QJSZuk/S220/04102009(005).jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1511368985459966121.post-4371684883653051084</id><published>2009-08-20T05:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-01-03T08:16:41.754-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Coincidence?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;Woah today was freaking trippy as mannn, damn it was a weird hectic day. Ok well school was all cool and normal nothing weird, cept when we had our year meeting, and Rairibi was talking bout captain nominations, everyone just seemed to look at me, or was I just being paranoid...? But man I hate it how everyone seems to have this "expectation" of me to run for captain, or anything for all that matter, but for the brighter side of things... I got into the free camp thingy!!! woooo damnn happy, three days off school and all for free!! Pretty cool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But anyway onto the more importaint news. Ok well after school, after convincing Leo after a while I got him to go to Banks with me, to get my hair trimmed and get the green shirt I need for the "Bring it on" comp on Saturday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well after getting of the bus at Banks, we first decided to go to the hip hop shop for a green shirt. We searched. Nothing. We then head over to Centro to Best&amp;amp;Less... search... found something but decided to keep searching elsewhere. Headed over to Target...nothing. Head over to K-Mart...found the right size shirt... ugly colour. Kept searching... found the right colour shirt.... too small ==" I was pretty cut, but I decided to get the ugly green but right size. So I decided just to get that and dealed with it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After, we headed to Peter's to get me haircut. Took 20 min longer then it should've and it was pretty bodgy man... paid $17 for some shit... wasn't that bad I guess. But turns out I missed out on work, they didn't seem to happy D:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But anyway, after that, we headed over to Pho Anh to grab something to eat, Leo was pretty nice making it his shout. He tol me some sad news, and we both brained stormed and thought of all things we could do. We finished off and headed to the bus stop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At the bus stop we had 4 min till the 945 came, but we were stopped by Sam, who asked me if I bought my shirt, I showed him it and it was meeted my "Oh bro thats a freaking ugly shirt man, look at the color"*With a FOB accent*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was then decided that we would head back to K-Mart to gets me a new shirt. As we headed back to K-Mart who did we see but Thuy, quite a nice surprise, she asked if I was gonna buy a shirt but yadda yadda you know the story. We searched K-Mart then Sam showed me the one that would look good. It looked good, VERY good. So I exchanged it, and said bye to Sam who had to leave. But as I was paying for the shirt who was I to meet but Jynanne, we greeted and etc etc as I walked out the store, the security alarm went off. The store clerk went suss. But Jynanne came to the rescue and found out that the shirt still had the alarm thingy on it, ahh the clerk got embarased haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me and Jyanne caguht up for a lil while until she had to leave. Me and Leo then thought it would be time to go home, we were walking until we walked past FootLocker and I saw some shoes that caught my eye, we both walked in and Leo said it wasn't my type . We kept searching and looking and Leo said "Try these on" freaking perfect fit!! Just then my phone rings, turns out to be Bridgette, seems that she also at Banks with Phil, they wanted to meet up, so while admiring the Nikes, Bridge and Phil turn up, saying our hellos, it seems that I'm getting paid my $800 tommorrow!!! Just in time for "Bring It On" on Saturday. Glad at the news we said our goodbyes and headed home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok well theres' more but I'm getting lazy now. It's hard to explain, but I guess you had to be there to understand lol. Well I guess thats enough from me Bye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S Oh I decided to join Twitter just outta randomness you'll get much more "detailed information" without me getting lazy haha lol Ima start tommorrow and my first tweet will be between 8:30 - 9:00 Catch me up at &lt;a href="http://twitter.com/thatniceguy93"&gt;http://twitter.com/thatniceguy93&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1511368985459966121-4371684883653051084?l=thatniceguy2210.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thatniceguy2210.blogspot.com/feeds/4371684883653051084/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thatniceguy2210.blogspot.com/2009/08/coincidence.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1511368985459966121/posts/default/4371684883653051084'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1511368985459966121/posts/default/4371684883653051084'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thatniceguy2210.blogspot.com/2009/08/coincidence.html' title='Coincidence?'/><author><name>thatniceguy2210</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04264053730749361409</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XPp_p10POHU/SwlD-X4Qb5I/AAAAAAAAAB8/0avs5QJSZuk/S220/04102009(005).jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1511368985459966121.post-6601124543632130752</id><published>2009-08-15T20:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-01-03T08:17:40.211-08:00</updated><title type='text'>DoneAndDone</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;Ahh and I am back after finishing 8 shows of "Forever-Ever?". See how in my last blog I wrote bout my injured ankle? Well luckily it had no bad effect on my performances cause the first one was AWESOME!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ohh the first and last show was the most nerve racking, for 2 reasons, the first one you want a good show to start of the saeson with no mishaps and the last show beacause you want to leave a good impression and because it was in front of my home crowd haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before the first show, everyone was pretty nervous, even if some of us didn't show it. The first show was to be held in front of a NESB school (Non English Speaking Background). The first show went without a hitch and the feeling afterwards was amazing. Ahah I had Vietnamese kids who had just migrated to Australia asking for my number LOL pretty weird.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the second show was held in front of Fairvale High School, since this was a normal school, we also wanted to make a good impression in this one as well. It went as good as it could have been. Ahaha William was the star of the show, with girls going crazy for William afterwards hahah. And I also got asked for my first autograph at that show as well lol which was pretty cool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The rest of the shows we had at Fairfield were awesome. Also with many memorable moments, such as Sandra's birthday present of a surprise strip tease LOL *I wasn't involved in this in anyway LOL* and having an awesome sleep on the Acromat LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's also pretty cool when people come up to you after the show, saying how much they enjoyed it, when the laughed, when they cried etc. It's also pretty cute when you have lil kids asking for your autograph, you can't help but say in your mind "awwww" hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The shows at Casula was awesome as well, it was also better then Fairfield cause Casula was an actual theatre with professional lights with big theatre which could hold 300 and something compared to Fairfield with only a 100. We pratically had full houses for both the school and night shows which were pretty good. And the dressing rooms were friggin huge as well. But was freaky at this show, was that in both the school and public shows, there were 2 important looking ladies in the crowd with a book and pen taking notes which was kinda weird knowing they are judging you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And again it was pretty awesome after the last show at Casula meeting lots of different people and appaulding on our performance. I was also lucky enough to meet the England Founder of B-Boying, pretty cool guy, but can't remember his name LOL I also got to meet the Chooka Chooka dancers, they a group of people who travel around the world doing traditional Aboriginal dances. It was also pretty nervousing (yes I know it's a real word LOL) cause Candy had said there would be casting agents and other people from the industry would be at the after party cept she wouldn't tell us who they were and what they looked like, so I was pretty scared hoping not to make a fool outta myself LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And after Casula we had Revesby, the last show!! I was pretty calm during the day at rehearsals, but as it starting getting closer to show time I was getting pretty nervous again. As we walked out onto stage I could begin to see everyone of my friends in the darkness, including my mum LOL The show oculd have went smoother, but the audience didn't seem to have any any mistakes or problems lol. They laughed they cried and everything in between haha. By the end people seemed to have loved the show.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the show, I was meeted and greeted by everyone, and I got to see some old friends and everyone, I even got to see me teachers, and Ms Conte was nice enough to buy me, Nikki, Will, Phil and Fesuai a choclate oscar hahah&lt;em&gt; .&lt;/em&gt;I couldn't help but then smile =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Afterwards we headed off to dinner, and it was great, I had an awesome time, just sitting and chatting to everyone. It was just one of those moments that you would be remembering even into your old age hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I'm just gonna take this time to say thank you. First I'd like to say thanks to everyone who turned up to see the show, and it's success relied on our audiences. Next I wanna say thanks to my family and teacher and friends who supported me all the way. Then the Power Up ensemble, you guys are amazing, like a family to me, I'm gonna miss you guys heaps man and I'll see you guys in the futute when we're all famous LOL And to the crew of the show, it would have not been the same if we didn't have you guys staying back late nights, waking up early mornings and putting in the time for us, and of course I must say thank youi to Candy Bowers, our great director, who made this all possible, if not for her, who knows what I'd be doing instead right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess that'll be all for now Bye!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S If you guys wanna see the promo vid for the show as well as the newspaper article I'm in head over to the Power Up website at&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://powerupresourcekit.wordpress.com/"&gt;http://powerupresourcekit.wordpress.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wanna see poster for the show click&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/photo.php?pid=314595&amp;amp;l=6fd7037445&amp;amp;id=1634990244"&gt;http://www.facebook.com/photo.php?pid=314595&amp;amp;l=6fd7037445&amp;amp;id=1634990244&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And last if you wanna check out my choclate oscar LOL then click this &lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/photo.php?pid=354055&amp;amp;l=b904ae159e&amp;amp;id=1634990244"&gt;http://www.facebook.com/photo.php?pid=354055&amp;amp;l=b904ae159e&amp;amp;id=1634990244&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1511368985459966121-6601124543632130752?l=thatniceguy2210.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thatniceguy2210.blogspot.com/feeds/6601124543632130752/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thatniceguy2210.blogspot.com/2009/08/doneanddone.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1511368985459966121/posts/default/6601124543632130752'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1511368985459966121/posts/default/6601124543632130752'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thatniceguy2210.blogspot.com/2009/08/doneanddone.html' title='DoneAndDone'/><author><name>thatniceguy2210</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04264053730749361409</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XPp_p10POHU/SwlD-X4Qb5I/AAAAAAAAAB8/0avs5QJSZuk/S220/04102009(005).jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1511368985459966121.post-89201708336992594</id><published>2009-08-01T21:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-01-03T08:18:01.609-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Yawn</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;Egh I feel so so, damn whats the word again it's on the tip of my tongue umm LETHARGIC yep thats the word lol. I've been doing nothing but resting all day. Ohh man should've seen what happen to me last night, was on net chatting, stood up to get something but I didn't know my foot was numb. I took a step, but I couldn't support myself, next thing I know I'm on the ground hearing a loud *CRACK* I was on the ground for a good 10 minutes swearing like there was no tommorow, I was worried like hell that I broke it, cause last time I injured my ankle, I couldn't dance or walk properly for a good 2 months,and I was worried I wouldn't be able to perform this Thurs for the debut of Forever-Ever. But then the pain dissapeared and I was like "wth thats weird" I went to sleep. Then this morning...IT WAS HURTING LIKE A BITCH!!! I was in freaking hella pain, but good thing was I could still walk and dance a lil bit so I'm not to worried bout not performing. Ahh but today was so boring did absolutely nothing, promised myself I would start on my Legal essay, but have not yet done so D: Man I'm so nervous, this week the show I'm in debut, and all of this week is gonna be rehearsals like no tomorrow, I really hope people will like, I'm just worried bout that, well I'm off too eat back later byee&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1511368985459966121-89201708336992594?l=thatniceguy2210.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thatniceguy2210.blogspot.com/feeds/89201708336992594/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thatniceguy2210.blogspot.com/2009/08/yawn.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1511368985459966121/posts/default/89201708336992594'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1511368985459966121/posts/default/89201708336992594'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thatniceguy2210.blogspot.com/2009/08/yawn.html' title='Yawn'/><author><name>thatniceguy2210</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04264053730749361409</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XPp_p10POHU/SwlD-X4Qb5I/AAAAAAAAAB8/0avs5QJSZuk/S220/04102009(005).jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1511368985459966121.post-3607637600424138088</id><published>2009-08-01T02:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-01-03T08:18:22.314-08:00</updated><title type='text'>SoTired</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;Ohkay well me attempt at trying to blog eryday has failed ==" but at least I'm trying hahah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today was tiring as usual and to help me try remember erything I did I'ma try recount my day in a per hour format, lets see how this goes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7:45am: Decided to finally get out of bed after being awake for and hour =="&lt;br /&gt;Ate breakfast, got ready etc etc boring shit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8:15am: Arrived at train station to leave for PYT, train wasn't gonna come for half an hour,&lt;br /&gt;decided to read Macbeth book for english&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8:45am: Train for Fairfield arrives, still reading Macbeth book on train (quite good, not as bad as&lt;br /&gt;I would've thought)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9:00am: Arrives at Glenfield, train to Fairfield in 15 min, reading Macbeth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9:15am: Train arrives *quite boring so far isnt't it LOL*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9:30am: I arrive at Fairfield, almost finshed Macbeth for english lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9:35am: Am at PYT, I see William for first time in a couple months since he been at over in Indo,&lt;br /&gt;pretty good to see him again, I go inside to find all the girls, Bridgette has got a haircut,&lt;br /&gt;looks quite pretty LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9:40am: Is asked to go inside to take new profile pictures for the website, Diane's first attempt&lt;br /&gt;due to me looking half dead ==" goes outside to relax again. Also see's the big posters&lt;br /&gt;with me on them (took some home =D)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9:45am: Gets compliment from Will bout short hair since first time he see's it lol Nicki also tells&lt;br /&gt;story about how her new home is now haunted by ghosts LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9:50am: Diane's second attempt at trying to make me smile in the pictures, I get Stacey to chase&lt;br /&gt;Justin around to make me laugh, it works LOL and then photo's are over.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10:00am: Rehearsals start, spend practically 2 hours reading out the script page by page =="&lt;br /&gt;Fesuai arrives late half way haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12:00pm: Recess time, goes to bakery to buy a cheese and bacon roll (what relevance this has I&lt;br /&gt;have no idea ahah) talk and stuff with all the other guys. Get's offered to join&lt;br /&gt;MoveMent Cru (guys I dance with sometimes) I say yerhh why not, is bombarded&lt;br /&gt;with rules ==" and supposedly I have to do this intiation called "walk the line" is said&lt;br /&gt;to hurt more then getting beated up O_O LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12:30pm: Back to rehearsals, work on end part, with William's rapping and our curtain call for an&lt;br /&gt;hour, learn more rules in MoveMent Cru =="&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1:30pm: Lunch time, bored, so I randomly dances haha has a Mother can for lunch. Has a little&lt;br /&gt;hush talk with Sandra bout stuff, very funny LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2:30pm: Back to rehearsing, practise beginning act for long time, has a costume run, then a full&lt;br /&gt;run of show, but runs outta time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4:30pm: Time to go home, trains doesn't come for half hour =="&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5:00pm: Train comes, learns that gotta perform wit the crew soon at Bankstown in a comp if I&lt;br /&gt;wanna be in it =="&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5:10pm: Fes, Phil and Bridgette gets off at Cabramatta&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5:15pm: Me and Nicki gets in argument bout Fes, Will stands there and laugh his head off saying&lt;br /&gt;"Ahh first day back at PYT and there already screaming" =="&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5:30pm: Arrives at Glenfield, Nicki has a "moment" me and Will comfort her, trying to make her&lt;br /&gt;feel better, it works.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5:50pm: Before train comes, Nicki hops onto a terminated train, runs around, Will says to not&lt;br /&gt;worry, she just warming up, as she gets of train starts beeping loud noises&lt;br /&gt;outta nowhere and a weird person dressed in all black gets off train *devil&lt;br /&gt;powers*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6:00pm: Me, Will and Nicki on train talk bout some stuff, as Nicki screams at Will and&lt;br /&gt;puts fist at Will, train lights go off for 10 seconds *devil powers*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6:30pm: Arrive at Riverwood end of day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*note Nicki's devil powers is an inside joke lol but weird devilish things always seem to happen with her around hmmm....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Could've wrote more, and be more detailed, but too lazy. byee =D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1511368985459966121-3607637600424138088?l=thatniceguy2210.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thatniceguy2210.blogspot.com/feeds/3607637600424138088/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thatniceguy2210.blogspot.com/2009/08/sotired.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1511368985459966121/posts/default/3607637600424138088'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1511368985459966121/posts/default/3607637600424138088'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thatniceguy2210.blogspot.com/2009/08/sotired.html' title='SoTired'/><author><name>thatniceguy2210</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04264053730749361409</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XPp_p10POHU/SwlD-X4Qb5I/AAAAAAAAAB8/0avs5QJSZuk/S220/04102009(005).jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1511368985459966121.post-597225443414523833</id><published>2009-07-28T01:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-01-03T08:18:51.784-08:00</updated><title type='text'>FirstDayBack</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;Ah this is my attempt at blogging everyday...lets see if I'm successful lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ohkay well today was the first day back from the 2 week holidays, I mean school was pretty gay, but at I got to see everyone again which was pretty awesome. Haha Jess is still trying to figure out what happened with me and Bridgette, but I won't tell her, only cause it's fun seeing her tryna figure out what it is lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and Miss Arms (Hospotality Teacher) is back!!! Ahh we had an awful replacement for practically a whole term and it was horrible. Ahh everyone began to clap when she walked in the room lol never again will we take her for granted lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmmm not sure what else there is to say... I went to see Ms Conte, she saw the posters LOL she's pretty psyched bout that as well lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ahh and in Hospo, Miss Arms thinks I'm looking run down, and that I should take some multi-vitamins O_O well she does know bout the body, so I asked Wendy down at the chemist, getting some discounted multi-vitamins tommorrow LOL Today was also first day back at work in a long time, nice to be back delivering drugs for old people LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Umm not sure what else to write for now lol BYE =D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1511368985459966121-597225443414523833?l=thatniceguy2210.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thatniceguy2210.blogspot.com/feeds/597225443414523833/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thatniceguy2210.blogspot.com/2009/07/firstdayback.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1511368985459966121/posts/default/597225443414523833'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1511368985459966121/posts/default/597225443414523833'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thatniceguy2210.blogspot.com/2009/07/firstdayback.html' title='FirstDayBack'/><author><name>thatniceguy2210</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04264053730749361409</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XPp_p10POHU/SwlD-X4Qb5I/AAAAAAAAAB8/0avs5QJSZuk/S220/04102009(005).jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1511368985459966121.post-4609996964935259602</id><published>2009-07-26T02:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-01-03T08:19:53.806-08:00</updated><title type='text'>WorkingHolidays</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;Okay, well thats old new out of the ways, now time for what has been happening these hols lol.&lt;br /&gt;I'm pretty buggered right now, so it'll be summarised hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright in hols, I was in a photoshoot, turns out I'm gonna be on the poster for the show, so pretty excited bout that. Had a newspaper interview over phone, which was pretty funny, but the photoshoot for this one with eryone from Bankstown, was pretty weird cause of the photographer, I don't know why, just a really weird vibe LOL. The show is going pretty well, things are starting to get more tough but it is all worth it, finding out how much I'm getting paid so I shoudnt complain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ummm what else, ohh on one of the days of I spent it with Bridge, going to the City watching Transformers 2 (awesome movie) had a really good time with her =) even if it ended sad =(&lt;br /&gt;Spending time with Nikki has been really fun, talking bout the most random shit like "what if" situations while drinking loads of Mothers on the train, shes like me big sister, I couldn't imagine if I didn't get to meet her =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The show is getting closer so getting nervous bout that, but all should be good lol. I love rocking up at PYT early in the morn so I can get extra sleep haha aslo loving lunch when eryone dances in the hall, and loving memorising awesome prose, and how can I not mention getting free clothes for the show, I mean got at least $100 of free shit ,but most of all I'm loving for the guy upstairs giving a good life, considering lots of other things I've learnt in the hols, as always I could write more, but too lazy and tired =D so perhaps I'll be back in a couple of weeks lol, so till next time byeee&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1511368985459966121-4609996964935259602?l=thatniceguy2210.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thatniceguy2210.blogspot.com/feeds/4609996964935259602/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thatniceguy2210.blogspot.com/2009/07/workingholidays.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1511368985459966121/posts/default/4609996964935259602'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1511368985459966121/posts/default/4609996964935259602'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thatniceguy2210.blogspot.com/2009/07/workingholidays.html' title='WorkingHolidays'/><author><name>thatniceguy2210</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04264053730749361409</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XPp_p10POHU/SwlD-X4Qb5I/AAAAAAAAAB8/0avs5QJSZuk/S220/04102009(005).jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1511368985459966121.post-5243007542751480806</id><published>2009-07-26T02:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-01-03T08:20:14.883-08:00</updated><title type='text'>LongTime Pt. 3</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;Ahh now Pt. 3 is from after MAD challenge to going with Bridgette to PYT for extra time with Candy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I was heading with the boys to where Thuy and the girls were, I saw Bridgette heading over to the station, I said bye to the boys and to tell Thuy I was sorry ahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I surprised Bridge from behind, like the rest she was surprised and happy to see me (man it feels nice to be felt loved haha)&lt;br /&gt;Me and her caught up on stuffed I missed out on, got on train, had a nice time. When we arrived at Fairfield, we were an hour early, so spent some time together at a park (=.&lt;br /&gt;When it was time, went to PYT, did some extra work with Candy on our scenes. After all was finished, we agreed that the scene would be Brooke (her character) being pregnant with Kalvin (me) being kinda like her baby? It would also have me being in Heaven dancing as well lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So we did all that work, had some fun lol. Candy also asked if me and Bridge waqs going out, which we weren't, turns out Justin (jerk) was feeding rumours bout me and her =="&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ahh then we went home, I was pretty tired by then, doing erything I just wrote bout in one day -.- I could write more, but like always I'm lazy =D so the long time trilogy LOL is done.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1511368985459966121-5243007542751480806?l=thatniceguy2210.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thatniceguy2210.blogspot.com/feeds/5243007542751480806/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thatniceguy2210.blogspot.com/2009/07/longtime-pt-3.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1511368985459966121/posts/default/5243007542751480806'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1511368985459966121/posts/default/5243007542751480806'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thatniceguy2210.blogspot.com/2009/07/longtime-pt-3.html' title='LongTime Pt. 3'/><author><name>thatniceguy2210</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04264053730749361409</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XPp_p10POHU/SwlD-X4Qb5I/AAAAAAAAAB8/0avs5QJSZuk/S220/04102009(005).jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1511368985459966121.post-1724046542056493417</id><published>2009-07-26T01:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-01-03T08:21:16.188-08:00</updated><title type='text'>LongTime Pt. 2</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;Ohkay well pt.1 was my week at drama camp, pt. 2 is the day I came back from it, cause it was a pretty cool day, cause of MAD challenge.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well it was the morning of the last day, the number 4 boys were packing up our stuff and headed over to the hall for breakyy, people began to sign stuff and giving out contact deatails, pretty sombre mood, but lots of noise lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The bus arrived, soon time to go. People starting hugging, I said my goodbyees. I remember the last hug from Chrissy. She fell on top of me ==". Painful, but at least she's pretty ;) hahah. Got on the bus, by now eryone pretty much knew each other. When we arrived at Central, some went to get a coffee and all that, we said our last goodbyes. Turned out I was catching the same train with Johnno, so it was nice to have company. Train stopped at Riverwood and I went home, saw mummy said hello and erything and got ready to leave for school since it was MAD challenge day.&lt;br /&gt;I looked at the time and wondered if I would be late for it, when I got to Padstow I started running to school (a good Km I would say) I was pretty tired once I got there and seemed like the show had started, at the front I was greeted with a huge hug from Ali, who hadn't seen me in a week and showed me where to go. When I got in the atmoshpere was awesome, there was a performance already on the stage ,I was then met by Mr Hayward, who told me to go round backstage to go see Conte.&lt;br /&gt;Walking backstage I saw Ashlie, who didn't notice me till I tapped her on the shoulder, think she was quite surpried to see me as well lol then was meeted by Danni backstage also, who was happy to see me.&lt;br /&gt;Got to the other side met by hugs of Iman and I saw Jessica and Thuy talking to each other, I tapped them on the back and next thing I know, I'm being suffocated by them hahahah, but it was pretty good to see them. As I was talking to Miss Conte, I saw the Swifts performance on stage, turns out I could've gone on if I came only 5 min earlier.&lt;br /&gt;The performance was fantastic. I found out I'd also be performing in the Bring It On dance though so I was pretty happy.&lt;br /&gt;Went backstage again and greeted everyone who I didn't already. I helped out backstage with the crew. I got to perform, and was pretty awesome.&lt;br /&gt;The day was awesome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the day was over, I went to Bankstown with Nick Leo and Thanh. Did some stuff, We were also gonna meet up with Thuy and all that but turns out it was time for me to go to PYT with Bridgette. Thuy was pissed LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ughh mann ohkay pt. 2 done now pt. 3&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1511368985459966121-1724046542056493417?l=thatniceguy2210.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thatniceguy2210.blogspot.com/feeds/1724046542056493417/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thatniceguy2210.blogspot.com/2009/07/longtime-pt-2.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1511368985459966121/posts/default/1724046542056493417'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1511368985459966121/posts/default/1724046542056493417'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thatniceguy2210.blogspot.com/2009/07/longtime-pt-2.html' title='LongTime Pt. 2'/><author><name>thatniceguy2210</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04264053730749361409</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XPp_p10POHU/SwlD-X4Qb5I/AAAAAAAAAB8/0avs5QJSZuk/S220/04102009(005).jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1511368985459966121.post-4745975222460088755</id><published>2009-07-26T01:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-01-03T08:21:52.858-08:00</updated><title type='text'>LongTime Pt. 1</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;Ahh hello to anyone that is bothered to read my blogs at all haha,&lt;br /&gt;My bad for not updating in a while ahah been majorly busy with alot of stuff.&lt;br /&gt;Hmm but where to start from lets see... Well lets begin from the week of drama camp, that seems to be a good place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ohkay well this was on a weekend, I was pretty nervous checking I had all my shit and erything. My dad came to pick me up, with Evie (baby half-sister) took an hour to get to Central. It was a pretty trip, mostly playing with Evie and stuff, she's a lil cutie that one.&lt;br /&gt;Got to Central Station, was round 3:30 had half an hour till bus was suppose to leave. I couldn't find the bus ==". I was freaking my ass off cause I was worried I was gonna miss it, I called Ms Conte and told me to calm down, turns out I was at the wrong place, and they changed the meeting point to another part of the station -.-.&lt;br /&gt;Got on the bus, saw alot of people talking, felt like a bloody loner, being the only one from my school and all. Pretty quiet bus trip for me, jut listening to Nicki's Ipod.&lt;br /&gt;Arrived at the place, first comment I got from one of the girls on the bus was "Hello there, awww your soo small" I didnt know if i should have felt insulted or not haha.&lt;br /&gt;Went in to the main hall, got me named marked off and looked at my map to see where my cabin was, I looked such like a lostie lol but walking next to me was a guy, who asked me, "You know where your headed?"&lt;br /&gt;"No idea at all man, lets just keep walking and see where we headed"&lt;br /&gt;"haha good idea"&lt;br /&gt;Ahh turns out, Oliver, the guys name, was gonna be one of the 4 guys I was gonna share the cabin with, imagine our surprise when we found that out.&lt;br /&gt;The cabin was freaking awesome, the best out of all the cabins I think lol Met all the other guys as well, Cihan (pronounced G-han lol) Kyle and Johno. We all got aquanted in the room, all them guys was all awesome lol.&lt;br /&gt;It was to go to the hall, for all the introductions and everything. We had our dinner, when then I then met a nice girl by the name of Izzy, a guy name Tim, who would be in my performance group, and a guy who amazignly resembled Edward Cullen from Twiglight named Joshua (eryone just called him Edward haha) they were all cool people, had awesome dinner and everything.&lt;br /&gt;Afterwards we had to go into our regional groups, people in here came from schools I all knew, it was nice to have that hahah didnt feel so only.&lt;br /&gt;First thing I was met with was, "OMG he's so small and cute" -.- lol nahh but eryone there was sweet as and meet some cool people there as well . Turns out we had to make a 5 min performance to show all the other regional groups. Now, coming from the Bankstowm area, my group could've taken the piss out of it soooo damnn much, but no we had to do something nicee the regional leader said, so we did some nice thing about Multi-culturalism =="&lt;br /&gt;When It was time to show what we had done, we were shocked, every other group had taken the piss out of there area's and we were left with something bout Multi-culturalism?!?!?&lt;br /&gt;But all in all it was a pretty good night, when we came back to our cabin's, stayed up late talking, good night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now since I'm a lazy ass I can not be stuffed writing bout erything that happened during the week so I'll summarise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Turns out Johnno was gay, but still cool guy, I learnt alot bout gay people that week haha.&lt;br /&gt;I saw Chicago the musical and Lost Boy with Matthew Newton.&lt;br /&gt;Umm ohh there was this awesome waterfall, which people visited practically eryday,def gonna miss that for sure.&lt;br /&gt;I learnt that being a short, small asian that can do flips, people will love you cause they think your so cute and adorable ==" but of course this has the upside, of pretty looking girls loving you hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;Umm special shout to the boys in the number 4 cabin *Cihan, Johnno, Kyle and Oliver* you guys are awesome, also shout out to Tim man, cool guy and also to Cody, Jess, Steph Shalia, Angela, Chrissy, you girls are awesome (even if they called me cute ==")&lt;br /&gt;Prolly more things I could write bout but too lazy, mann now gotta write part 2 =="&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1511368985459966121-4745975222460088755?l=thatniceguy2210.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thatniceguy2210.blogspot.com/feeds/4745975222460088755/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thatniceguy2210.blogspot.com/2009/07/longtime-pt-1.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1511368985459966121/posts/default/4745975222460088755'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1511368985459966121/posts/default/4745975222460088755'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thatniceguy2210.blogspot.com/2009/07/longtime-pt-1.html' title='LongTime Pt. 1'/><author><name>thatniceguy2210</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04264053730749361409</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XPp_p10POHU/SwlD-X4Qb5I/AAAAAAAAAB8/0avs5QJSZuk/S220/04102009(005).jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1511368985459966121.post-4471011925862065015</id><published>2009-06-18T05:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-01-03T08:22:51.033-08:00</updated><title type='text'>SittingHere</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;And I'm sitting here, im my room, freezing my arse off!!!. Why is it so freaking cold for?!?! I thought global warming was suppose to make the world HOTTER not COLDERR!! hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well anyway these past couple of weeks have been really goood.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But bad news first. Remeber how I wrote and said that I was getting 6 girls to do a dance I made?....yeah well I kinda gave up ahah, the girls were just so....ARGH. Never was all the girls, at the rehearsals at one time, they was always bringing their friends, never listening, so I stopped it lol, kinda feel bad though D=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But to more good news, I got to meet Emmanuel from SYTYCD, man it was pretty awesome day. But what was really annoying was when Emman was waiting in the other room, the girls kinda got delrious LOL they wouldn't stop squealing, and were making noises that I never thought a human could make ahahah. But all in all it was a pretty good lunchtime lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm what elsee...OH YEH my hip hop swift's thingy, farr that was an awesome night. But you know what the shit thing was, I told my mates and everyone that I would be on tv, turns out, we only performed BEHIND the commentators ==" was super cut mann. But besides that, awsomeee nightt. The feeling of performing in front of hundreds of people is just amazing, the adrenline you feel just make it seems the dance lasted less then 10 seconds ahaha. And in rehearsals, we had an audience of little kiddies who loved the dance, so it was pretty fun, but the little kids dance, was pretty good as well. It had SHUFFLING in it LOL. But at half time, there was an actual dance studio that performed...they killed our dance, made it look like it was CRAP hahaha, it bloody had FLIPS!!!! You know how awesome filps are!?!? SUPER AWESOME haha. But the girls that were performing...man were they fineeeeeeeee!. But backstage before we were on, it was an awesome time just hanging out, man I laughed so much. Awesome night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well I'm getting lazy now haha so till next time BYEE&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1511368985459966121-4471011925862065015?l=thatniceguy2210.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thatniceguy2210.blogspot.com/feeds/4471011925862065015/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thatniceguy2210.blogspot.com/2009/06/sittinghere.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1511368985459966121/posts/default/4471011925862065015'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1511368985459966121/posts/default/4471011925862065015'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thatniceguy2210.blogspot.com/2009/06/sittinghere.html' title='SittingHere'/><author><name>thatniceguy2210</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04264053730749361409</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XPp_p10POHU/SwlD-X4Qb5I/AAAAAAAAAB8/0avs5QJSZuk/S220/04102009(005).jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1511368985459966121.post-7703185733495093431</id><published>2009-06-10T01:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-01-03T08:23:30.927-08:00</updated><title type='text'>LongTimeNoSee</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;Sup erybody, lol sorry haven't been writing much BUT I've been really really really really REALLY busy ahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmmm lets see what has been happening hmmmm. Well first of all...I GOT MY L'S WOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO I CAN NOW DRIVE AHAH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lol what else, Oh I went on this ambassodor conference thingy, met lotsss of cool people *HOT GIRLS* LOL, narhh but I met lots of nice people and still keep in contact lol, I got to blow shit up at USW university hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also went to work placement for hospotality and worked at a cafe...BEST WEEK EVER chef and owners are awesome as, and food is freaking niceeeee and the cafe is right next to a gym, so when its lunch time and the very nice looking ladies come....very nice LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.And another I made into but not really happy about is that I made into the state drama camp, the school paid the $460 for me to go so I really can't say no, so I'm gnna miss out on MAD challenge (school performance thingy) BUT God doesn't close a door without opening a window *at least I think thats how it goes ahaha* I found 6 girls to learn my dance and do it, so even though I won't be performing, at least I contributed somehow LOL but so gay I won't see the finished product =="&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How I love random BBQ on Queens Bday :L what were the chances I'd run into old Fabey, holding a BBQ....ahhh such a nicee feed :L and his car is freaking awesome, wind blowing in your hair...the rush...can't wait till i get my full license LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OHH IMA BE ON TV ON MONDAY LOL all those who living in Australia, turn to 10 HD or channel 1 at 6:30 to see awesome shit :L lol but you gonna have to be watching a netball game hahaha and I don't have to go to school since tommorow, whole day is rehearsing the swifts netball game dance, watta awesome day&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmmm that should be enough for now lol, I'll try updating it soon :L BYEE&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1511368985459966121-7703185733495093431?l=thatniceguy2210.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thatniceguy2210.blogspot.com/feeds/7703185733495093431/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thatniceguy2210.blogspot.com/2009/06/longtimenosee.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1511368985459966121/posts/default/7703185733495093431'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1511368985459966121/posts/default/7703185733495093431'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thatniceguy2210.blogspot.com/2009/06/longtimenosee.html' title='LongTimeNoSee'/><author><name>thatniceguy2210</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04264053730749361409</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XPp_p10POHU/SwlD-X4Qb5I/AAAAAAAAAB8/0avs5QJSZuk/S220/04102009(005).jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1511368985459966121.post-7233717330656427283</id><published>2009-05-08T19:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-01-03T08:24:55.493-08:00</updated><title type='text'>TwoWeeksOn</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;Far it’s been 2 weeks since last post lol, and it’s been 2 weeks since school started as well. Man, have things have changed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jessica and Oanh are friends again as well as Thuy and Ashlie. Even though on the surface, everything seems nice and dandy, you can tell that the tension is still there. Hmmm maybe if I’m bothered sometime I’ll write the whole story of what happened.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, last Monday was “supposed” to be the first rehearsal for the PYT thingy. Everyone from SJB went; me, Nikki, Fesiuai, Will and Phil. As we arrived at the place, we got a weird feeling because we couldn’t see anyone there. So we rang the doorbell. Waited. 5 minutes later, Andy comes down and opens the door, tells us the schedule changed and its next week, and that he didn’t know why we didn’t the news. We were calm on the outside, but were spewing like hell inside lol. That was an hour trip for no reason, and I missed out on work as well for this lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Troi oi&lt;/em&gt;*, my exams are in a week D= gotta start studying soon, not looking forward to exam week lol. I also got my work placement for hospitality to go to as well. The dance for the Swifts netball game began to lol the dance is pretty good, but I can’t believe William is putting the &lt;em&gt;gabber&lt;/em&gt;* in lol, but the “Kiss Kiss” dance is pretty good, two more parts to go. Then I got the Hip Hop camp coming up in June, MAD challenge in final week at school, Bring it On comp in couple of months, PYT starting this week... is it me or am I really busy lol?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There more stuff I could right about but I am just too lazy haha. Gotta get ready for night as well tonight. So till next time BYEE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Meanings&lt;/em&gt; ahah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Troi oi&lt;/em&gt; – Vietnamese word, equivalent to, “far out”, “omg” etc etc lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Gabber&lt;/em&gt; – lol for all you non-Australians out there, in Oz, gabber is a dance that most white Aussie lads do cause they can’t really dance lol kinda shit, but funny as to do and watch haha&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1511368985459966121-7233717330656427283?l=thatniceguy2210.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thatniceguy2210.blogspot.com/feeds/7233717330656427283/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thatniceguy2210.blogspot.com/2009/05/twoweekson.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1511368985459966121/posts/default/7233717330656427283'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1511368985459966121/posts/default/7233717330656427283'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thatniceguy2210.blogspot.com/2009/05/twoweekson.html' title='TwoWeeksOn'/><author><name>thatniceguy2210</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04264053730749361409</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XPp_p10POHU/SwlD-X4Qb5I/AAAAAAAAAB8/0avs5QJSZuk/S220/04102009(005).jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1511368985459966121.post-137576722896407973</id><published>2009-04-27T01:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-01-03T08:25:20.319-08:00</updated><title type='text'>DanceClip</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;Man, yesterday was awesomeeee, the filming of the dance clip for Candy was fun as. I woke up at 7 in the morning ==” got ready and took the hour and a half trip to Campbelltown.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When Candy arrived...OMG when I saw Candy I was in disbelief; she was dressed in drag like Lionel Richie haha. The dance clip was to Lionel Richie’s song “All night long” and she was lip synching to it. It was for her show “Who’s That Chik” a hip hop theatre piece about her life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways I was there at 8:30ish, damn it was cold like hell. The MoveMent boys were late... as usual ahah. I got to meet the film crew with their big ass camera haha. Oh and me and the boys got to work with Polytoxic, a Brisbane-based dance ensemble creating theatrical performance works which draw from Polynesian, contemporary and street dance styles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The morning was tiring but it was fun as well, even though it took 2 hours to film a one minute scene ==” after that, we went to Candy’s place to do more filming, and her WHOLE family, from the young to the old, was there to help. We got there and did more filming. Then it was lunch, damn there was so much food, it was awesome as man. I got to play with the little toddlers who were really fun, because they were so small and cute.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then more filming afterwards, by the end of the day I was getting really buggered. I couldn’t stuffed to dance so much. But soon the day was over and everyone said their goodbyes. And I took the hour and a bit trip home and fell asleep on the train haha&lt;br /&gt;Well I’m outs, BYE =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;for more on polytoxic go to &lt;a href="http://www.polytoxiclovesyou.com/"&gt;http://www.polytoxiclovesyou.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;for more on Candy's "Who's that Chik" show and if you live in NSW and want to go, go to &lt;a href="http://www.rocksurfers.org/node/147"&gt;http://www.rocksurfers.org/node/147&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;or&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/s.php?q=CANDY+BOWERS+&amp;amp;init=q&amp;amp;sid=6fbe6d3c43dbf10f329b8d089ea9570c#/event.php?sid=6fbe6d3c43dbf10f329b8d089ea9570c&amp;amp;eid=90557172501&amp;amp;ref=search"&gt;http://www.facebook.com/s.php?q=CANDY+BOWERS+&amp;amp;init=q&amp;amp;sid=6fbe6d3c43dbf10f329b8d089ea9570c#/event.php?sid=6fbe6d3c43dbf10f329b8d089ea9570c&amp;amp;eid=90557172501&amp;amp;ref=search&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1511368985459966121-137576722896407973?l=thatniceguy2210.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thatniceguy2210.blogspot.com/feeds/137576722896407973/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thatniceguy2210.blogspot.com/2009/04/danceclip.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1511368985459966121/posts/default/137576722896407973'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1511368985459966121/posts/default/137576722896407973'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thatniceguy2210.blogspot.com/2009/04/danceclip.html' title='DanceClip'/><author><name>thatniceguy2210</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04264053730749361409</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XPp_p10POHU/SwlD-X4Qb5I/AAAAAAAAAB8/0avs5QJSZuk/S220/04102009(005).jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1511368985459966121.post-205401900601810730</id><published>2009-04-24T03:40:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-01-03T08:26:29.795-08:00</updated><title type='text'>OhFcknYeah</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;WOOOOOOOOOOHHHHHHHHHOOOOOOOOOOOO I MADE IT, I EFFIN MADE IT!!! I made the audtions!!! I am now a PAID actor. Far craziest. day. ever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Far yesterday was just surrreal. Man, one or two acts before I was on, I was so bloody nervous. All I could hear was heart beating, was so hard it actually started to hurt ahaha. But when I heard my name called it everything returned to normal and I did my piece, I looked at the pannel while I was doing it and saw them smiling, which gave me relief but still though...haha. I finished and I heard applause which is a good sign ahah. Everyone had awesome audtions pieces but other audtions pieces to note of :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kimberly, hell she may not be that much of a confident person or anything... BUT SHE HAS THE VOICE OF AN ANGEL, one of the judges on the panel started crying, thats right CRYING, thats how good she was.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;William, shit he's is gonna be something one day, he triple threat man, Act, Dance and Sing. And his rap just blew away Busty, one of the judges. Freaking awsome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alexia, her piece got everyone in the room emotional, a very moving piece.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sandra, hahah she made me laugh, her piece was just funny and awesome, beautifully done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tim, yeah he's just blew us all away when we heard him sing for the first time, his voice is just absolutly wonderful, and everyone in the room were the first to ever heard him do so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mickey, this guy is a motherf**king genius, unluckily he wasn't hear as much as the rest of the group and didn't know we had this. Everyone had a good couple of days to prepare for this. Mickey had half and hour. He left us all, including the panel, on the floor laughing. motherf**king genius.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that we gave out certificates, photo's, started to sign each other's certificates, eating. Discussing who we think would make it and everything, then we had a workshop that we go towards the decission making. Everyone did a hella cool shit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then the annoncement of who would make it. Everyone was dead silent, listening to Candy. She gave comments on everyone. This is her comments on me, to the best of my recollection haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Kevin, you are just one of them great actors. People say that you have to be a big person or something to be a good dancer, but you are proof that they are wrong. People look at you and see you as someone who have a small mouth, you out to prove to them yeah you've got a small mouth, but a big bite. You are out to show yourself to everyone. "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After she had spoken about everyone, she went on talking on more, and also said that those who have made would be guranteed a job in the entertainment industry. At that moment you can tell everyone wanted this even more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;So then, it was time for her to call out the names... you can tell everyone was nervous, people were looking across the room to each other and nodding...for some reason I don't know, ahah I guess it was some primitive thing haha. The names started calling out, I was sitting there nervous until I heard "and thats why the next person i'm going to invite is...Kevin" Man you could not believe the relief that I felt, oh the things I were doing hahah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After all the names were called, there was a change of emotion in the air, while Candy spoke words of assurance and encouragement, most of the group began to cry. It was an emotional time. After everything had been done there were tears all around and a hell of alot of hugs. It was a big emotional day.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;But it wasn't over, me, Will, Fesuai and Phil were offered to be in a dance clip this Sunday, bloody stoked bout that.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Well thats enough from me BYE =)&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/1511368985459966121-205401900601810730?l=thatniceguy2210.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thatniceguy2210.blogspot.com/feeds/205401900601810730/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thatniceguy2210.blogspot.com/2009/04/ohfcknyeah.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1511368985459966121/posts/default/205401900601810730'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1511368985459966121/posts/default/205401900601810730'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thatniceguy2210.blogspot.com/2009/04/ohfcknyeah.html' title='OhFcknYeah'/><author><name>thatniceguy2210</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04264053730749361409</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XPp_p10POHU/SwlD-X4Qb5I/AAAAAAAAAB8/0avs5QJSZuk/S220/04102009(005).jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1511368985459966121.post-2706443353989817314</id><published>2009-04-21T02:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-01-03T08:27:03.693-08:00</updated><title type='text'>FirstDayOfLastWeek</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;Motherf**ker today was tiring like hell. Woke up at 6 in the damn morning -.- (and was hella cold as well) for the last week of the PYT thingy. The workshops were good I guess, but I have to do a performance piece tommorow... not looking forward to that, but I'll be alright... I hope hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But one was awesome today... STAGE COMBAT WORKSHOP, ahah that shit is freaking mad as. Now I know how to pretend to smash someone up LOL but it leaves your body bit aching though =="&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OHH.. you know what else... I HAD THE MOST AWESOME KEBAB TODAY, seriously it was the yummiest kebab I've ever had. The cook looks a bit shifty, but as long the foods good I'm happy =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well my joy didn't last long, as I had to go home in the rain... not as fun as you would think, but I sang "Singing In The Rain" on my way home LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Better get started on my performance piece BYE =D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1511368985459966121-2706443353989817314?l=thatniceguy2210.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thatniceguy2210.blogspot.com/feeds/2706443353989817314/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thatniceguy2210.blogspot.com/2009/04/firstdayoflastweek.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1511368985459966121/posts/default/2706443353989817314'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1511368985459966121/posts/default/2706443353989817314'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thatniceguy2210.blogspot.com/2009/04/firstdayoflastweek.html' title='FirstDayOfLastWeek'/><author><name>thatniceguy2210</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04264053730749361409</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XPp_p10POHU/SwlD-X4Qb5I/AAAAAAAAAB8/0avs5QJSZuk/S220/04102009(005).jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1511368985459966121.post-1193848090691839657</id><published>2009-04-20T05:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-01-03T08:27:37.213-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tired</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;Its 10:21 and I’m tired. Ahh I had a long “discussion” with Vy, far it’s annoying. She gets pissed at two girls for calling me cute when there’s nothing going on at all. Next I asks how have I changed she says “don’t worry” I say “fine”. She then says “See, before you always use to say tell me now you’re just like fine”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really hate when girls play them mind tricks on you... Any girls that are reading this let me make it hella clear and the guys will agree with me on this, DO NOT SAY ANYTHING LIKE “NO I’M OK” OR “NOTHINGS WRONG REALLY” IF YOUR NOT!!! Let me clarify for you that boys are simple ignorant creatures, if you say anything like that boys will believe it, so just say what you’re feeling so then we can fricken help you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But in the end in worked out, I mean I can’t stay angry at Vy, love her too much. Turns out that she thought those two girls were gonna "steal" me away from her and she had other stuff going on and didn’t want to tell me, I was disappointed that she didn’t wanna tell me because she didn’t want me worrying about her stupid things. I told there’s nothing to stupid that she can’t tell me, because that’s the reason I’m there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So that “discussion” was over and ended up on a good note. Rest of the night was pretty good talking to people, haha here’s a actually good quote from Savannah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Well if you randomly went up to a stranger with a big smile and said hello, maybe you saved someone from killing themself that day” That quite deep I reckon. Anyways tomorrow I’ve got my dancing/acting thingy with the audition on Thursday so better go sleep early. Nights everyone that actually reads my blog&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1511368985459966121-1193848090691839657?l=thatniceguy2210.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thatniceguy2210.blogspot.com/feeds/1193848090691839657/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thatniceguy2210.blogspot.com/2009/04/tired.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1511368985459966121/posts/default/1193848090691839657'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1511368985459966121/posts/default/1193848090691839657'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thatniceguy2210.blogspot.com/2009/04/tired.html' title='Tired'/><author><name>thatniceguy2210</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04264053730749361409</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XPp_p10POHU/SwlD-X4Qb5I/AAAAAAAAAB8/0avs5QJSZuk/S220/04102009(005).jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1511368985459966121.post-5531572086295710476</id><published>2009-04-18T21:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-01-03T08:28:07.440-08:00</updated><title type='text'>NotInTheMood</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;Frick man I’m pissed, last night I got told off for an hour or something cause of my phone, which I admit it was my wrong doing, but still getting crap. And people have been giving me shit cause of Leo's birthday, bloody hell why should I get told off if I don't wanna waste my money on such freaking expensive things.Then today my day with Vy was cancelled... at the last minute, which pissed me off, but yeah it wasn’t her fault. But I’m really missing her and make me wonder if it’ll work out. So I’ve spent the whole day at home, feeling pissed and sad, and there’s nothing I can do about it. I just hope rest of the week is gonna be better. Ah shit still haven’t started my legal essay yet...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1511368985459966121-5531572086295710476?l=thatniceguy2210.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thatniceguy2210.blogspot.com/feeds/5531572086295710476/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thatniceguy2210.blogspot.com/2009/04/notinthemood.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1511368985459966121/posts/default/5531572086295710476'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1511368985459966121/posts/default/5531572086295710476'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thatniceguy2210.blogspot.com/2009/04/notinthemood.html' title='NotInTheMood'/><author><name>thatniceguy2210</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04264053730749361409</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XPp_p10POHU/SwlD-X4Qb5I/AAAAAAAAAB8/0avs5QJSZuk/S220/04102009(005).jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1511368985459966121.post-8998636290479483868</id><published>2009-04-07T04:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-01-03T08:28:31.788-08:00</updated><title type='text'>First Blog</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;Ah far man I've had this account for how long but couldn't be stuffed to write In it, haha I only did this cause I saw Ilah's blog which looked alright, so I thought I’ll give it a go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways the past 3 days have been tiring like cause of the dancing/acting workshops. But they've been hella fun, though I am sick of the song "Freeze" now, freaking danced to that for like a bloody hour or something, met lots of new awesome people, and me and Nicky have been able to spend what she calls "bonding time", ahah she’s a funny one Nicky. Candy, the lady running it all, is pretty awesome, she a mad dancer, rapper and actress. I really hope I’ll make the auditions, if I do I get PAID, that’s just like bloody awesome. If I don't make it, at least I still got the netball/channel 10 thingy so that’s gonna be sweet as, haha I hope William has thought of a dance by now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ARGH!!! I lost my freaking wallet, it only had like $10 in it, but I have my bus pass, train pass, id card, Video Ezy card haha, ah so pissed about that, I could've sworn I left it at the coffee shop but went there this morning but nothing, so pissed. And also I haven't been turning up to work, at the chemist for the last 3 days, so boss is gonna be pretty pissed, but hey I get paid $7.50 an hour so like what the hell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well at least I got Sunday to look forward to, meeting up with Vy for the movies and everything so that so be good, hmm don't know what we're watching yet. But yeah, I love her, she's awesome, puts a smile on my face every time I hear her voice =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, I think this should be enough for my first blog, until next time BYE =)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1511368985459966121-8998636290479483868?l=thatniceguy2210.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thatniceguy2210.blogspot.com/feeds/8998636290479483868/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thatniceguy2210.blogspot.com/2009/04/first-blog.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1511368985459966121/posts/default/8998636290479483868'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1511368985459966121/posts/default/8998636290479483868'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thatniceguy2210.blogspot.com/2009/04/first-blog.html' title='First Blog'/><author><name>thatniceguy2210</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04264053730749361409</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XPp_p10POHU/SwlD-X4Qb5I/AAAAAAAAAB8/0avs5QJSZuk/S220/04102009(005).jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
