<?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-3625899327190763132</id><updated>2012-01-11T03:12:11.499+11:00</updated><category term='1'/><title type='text'>{ sandyrad.blogspot.com</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sandyrad.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3625899327190763132/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sandyrad.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3625899327190763132/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05388190983101039756</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_Wu43pLyCdhA/SFELUn4_rHI/AAAAAAAAARM/KvDJeI9DeLQ/S220/n726840685_914908_2134.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>524</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3625899327190763132.post-7119704962329767821</id><published>2011-12-22T00:27:00.002+11:00</published><updated>2011-12-22T01:24:48.680+11:00</updated><title type='text'>12.27 22.12.11</title><content type='html'>I'm in one of those moods. Yes, those end-of-the-year-reflection-post moods that I even typed in 'blogger.com' instead of just using my default tumblr. I should however add in a disclaimer, because I still haven't really finished the last post. So instead, I'll just start writing.. not so much about the year, but just about the few thoughts and pie-graph segments of my conciousness as of right now at 12.27am on the 22nd of December 2011.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Work.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What can I say? I love work. It consumes my life, but I wouldn't have it any other way. I wrote a facebook status about it the other week and it was all true.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday, I came to work and as we started handover at 7 in the morning, a 40 something year old man, painted with tattoos, Hep B+, alcohol overdose who was query bleeding from somewhere in his digestive tract started getting agitated. He accused us of judging him as we handed over his presenting condition and started shouting as he pulled off his ECG dots and went to pull out his IV cannula. I bend down on my knees, grabbed his hand, spoke firmly and looked straight into his eyes. I got him to shut up long enough to listen, I explained why he was admitted, what we were doing for him and that no one was judging him. I earned his trust.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Two years ago, I don't think I could have done that. I didn't have the people skills, the confidence or communication skills to be able to do that. I would have just run away. That's one of the reasons I chose nursing, when I was that timid, socially awkward teenager with the phobia of answering the phone at the end of year twelve. It was the idea of the person I wanted to become. Confident. Caring. Intelligent. Capable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel my most confident at work, I feel like I'm doing something. I'm not always good at it and not always the smartest.. and very often I am forgetful but I'd like to think that I'm making a difference. I'd like to think I'm good at my job. This year, I finished my grad year and started full time on RAMU which was my first rotation. I'm so happy with my decision, I'm having a great time. I've learnt a lot, I've developed my skills, I've made great friends and I feel comfortable there. I was in charge the other week, which for me, was a great leap of confidence from my manager, that she thinks I was capable enough to be entrusted with that role. I loved that shift. I can't wait for more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The ANF EBA is a whole other blog post. Don't get me started.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Nanda. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The boyfriend. This year has been good to us. It's our second year together, which most of my friends who are in long term relationships say is the year of the fights. We can definitely follow the norm on that one. This year, we've had the biggest, most dramatic (on my part, obviously, think screaming in the rain in the middle of swanston street), hurtful, testing fights this year but I still say that this year has been good to us. Despite the events of this year, it's all just apart of the journey we have together. We've learnt from our mistakes, sometimes it takes us a few of the same mistakes to learn the lesson but I think that's natural. We've put our relationship first before all the hurts and mistrust. We've managed to overcome it. When I think back to each fight, I remember each time we fixed it. My tears, his arms around me. His smile and his quirky sense of humour that reminds me of why it's worth it. Why he's the one for me. It's the lesson of compromise, of trust, of just being reassured that he does love me and only me. I think we have a good thing. So here's to our third year together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and 'long distance'? Facetime has saved my life. The 4 hour difference and doing full time shift work? Not so much. Never fear, we have 7 more days. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Friendship. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't have much to say about this, because apparently I'm not very good at it. I don't know if it's because I'm working, my lack of time management or that I'm too cranky after work.. but this year in friendships has been a gentle decline towards the asymptote of just one. (Yes, that one is you Su Wen Ng).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've made heaps of friends at work though, I love it. We all like to have a laugh and there's always someone whose willing to give me a hug. If I walk into work after a fight with Nanda, someone will automatically pick up on my flat affect and ask me what's up. I've gotten useful advice about marriage and finance from the older married nurses, I've sung Glee mashups while preparing medications in the treatment room. I love my little RAMU family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To be continued.. because my laptop is out of battery and my charger is.. over there.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3625899327190763132-7119704962329767821?l=sandyrad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sandyrad.blogspot.com/feeds/7119704962329767821/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3625899327190763132&amp;postID=7119704962329767821&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3625899327190763132/posts/default/7119704962329767821'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3625899327190763132/posts/default/7119704962329767821'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sandyrad.blogspot.com/2011/12/1227-221211.html' title='12.27 22.12.11'/><author><name>sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05388190983101039756</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_Wu43pLyCdhA/SFELUn4_rHI/AAAAAAAAARM/KvDJeI9DeLQ/S220/n726840685_914908_2134.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3625899327190763132.post-963693597742376135</id><published>2011-07-29T00:03:00.003+10:00</published><updated>2011-07-29T01:27:47.017+10:00</updated><title type='text'>telefriend :)</title><content type='html'>It's been a good 7 months since I blogged here. I've abandoned it for the microblog sensation that is tumblr. Some things have changed, but most of it hasn't. I've been to Europe for a month and back. I'm no longer a graduate nurse. I've lost and bought a new jacket. Besides that, It's pretty much the same me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I posted on my tumblr/facebook, two years ago today marks the start of the nandadermawan chapter of my life :) I'll be honest and not too overly sentimental and therefore not gloss over the fact that I was already very involved with another &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;chapter&lt;/span&gt; which took another three months later to close but hey! everyone has to go through many other life experiences to get to the main event. It's like in How I met you mother, Ted tells the story of all his other romances because each one leads him into another situation or changes his mindset about something that in the end, prepares him to meet his future wife (well, we all hope we finally get to meet her at the end of the series!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, it started off with a facebook status. We had talked before in the casual setting. I thought he was a pretty cool kid. I think I wrote on his affirmation wall at camp too :P It wasn't love at first sight. It wasn't for him either. It wasn't until he posted a status about Ninjiom lozenges and on my request -- kept one in his pocket until friday to give me one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I still remember the moment. I think he came up to me or I went up to him.. and he stuck his hand out, opened his fingers to reveal a small silver wrapper. He told me that he had kept it in his pocket to give me and that made me happy inside :3 That same weekend I drove him and Francis and while Francis was pooing, Nanda just started playing &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Blackbird&lt;/span&gt; on his guitar sitting on the other side of the room. A song that I personally love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been reading through my blog to see my thoughts on that period of my life -- such a different time! I can completely remember my state of mind when writing each post. That's why I felt like I needed to write a long post like this again.. just so I can look back in another two years at this post and remember my state of happiness right now.. whatever happens! Here's the post from that first weekend when Nanda started to enter my life:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Monday, 3 August 2009&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;weekend.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;suwii and bagel dates with beans on brunswick&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;bus rides with cousins and accountablity and church talk&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;immunisations and two aching arms&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;zoe lee dinners of gnocchi, brownies and fairybread&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;keys missions x 2 dejavu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;camerajo debut for an event = pros&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;hersheys cookies and cream&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;supper x 2 dumplings then pancakes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;you idiot you monkey&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;stalkercheck.com&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;shopping for interviews&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;finding my brother's new wife (5th year med student ++ christian LOL)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;finding janey's brother's new wife (2nd year commence student ++ has brownie cheesecake stash)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;jesus rocks my world with colin buchanan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;snuggies with whole air vents&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;same person as janey&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;secret revelations&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;zane: car expert and appreciation&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;sunday school worship and dancing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;this is the flag flown high from the castle of my heart&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;bubblewrap pwnz jit&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;breaking into goh residence&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;nanda serenade while pranchis pooed&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;post it up jem's car and more janeytime&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;pok ribs and brownie cheesecake&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;the devil wears prada and simon baker&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;a whole lot of fb catch up (aka the last 24 hours LOL)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;but i think the highlight was..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;NIN JIOM CHINESE HERBAL COUGH SYRUP IN LOZENGE FORM.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Thank you Nanda :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nanda didn't even read my blog then.. he didn't even like me then yet! He was just being genuinely nice by bringing me the lonzenge! That's just him though, being genuinely nice. He wasn't trying to win me over or anything, he was just being himself. I like that about him. He's very honest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From then on, I think I had a little crush on him.. though I thought nothing of it because of the age difference and the fact I had someone else on my mind.. I did do the whole facebook stalk.. and I loved his photos! So artistic :) He was certainly interesting.. but it wasn't until one night at Randall's house when Nanda was starting a msn conversation with Randall -- about what else but GAMING -- when I pretended to be Randall and say "I hear this Sarah chick is pretty cool.. you should add her on msn" and silly things like that. When I got home, we became msn friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He told me about his childhood, I told him about my life, we talked nonsense and we always seemed to say the same things at the same time -- we were telepathic! We stayed up until 6am one night just talking and talking. I never felt so comfortable talking to one person. It just.. flowed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I told him about my spontaneous 4 day trip to Malaysia with my mum and the night before I left, he hugged me. Nanda had just gotten my number then too and we texted constantly the whole time I was overseas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="font-style: italic;" class="h1"&gt;Saturday, 15 August 2009&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="font-style: italic;" class="h2"&gt;hot chocolate.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;anyway,  i think i'm just having a little angst session because i'm flying off  tomorrow and because the last time i took off, my world changed. i  wonder what's instore for me this time.. hopefully, it's just gai fan  and some milo bing! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 85%; font-style: italic;"&gt;and hugs before i leave ♥ teehee.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;       &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He later told me that he realised he liked me right after we hugged.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OKAY HE'S TELLING ME TO GO TO SLEEP NOW SO I WILL. TO BE CONTINUED .. I HOPE.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3625899327190763132-963693597742376135?l=sandyrad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sandyrad.blogspot.com/feeds/963693597742376135/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3625899327190763132&amp;postID=963693597742376135&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3625899327190763132/posts/default/963693597742376135'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3625899327190763132/posts/default/963693597742376135'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sandyrad.blogspot.com/2011/07/telefriend.html' title='telefriend :)'/><author><name>sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05388190983101039756</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_Wu43pLyCdhA/SFELUn4_rHI/AAAAAAAAARM/KvDJeI9DeLQ/S220/n726840685_914908_2134.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3625899327190763132.post-8396977754352495051</id><published>2010-12-14T22:52:00.001+11:00</published><updated>2010-12-14T22:53:48.532+11:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I was going to update something epic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But then I couldn't be bothered.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha. Story of my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3625899327190763132-8396977754352495051?l=sandyrad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sandyrad.blogspot.com/feeds/8396977754352495051/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3625899327190763132&amp;postID=8396977754352495051&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3625899327190763132/posts/default/8396977754352495051'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3625899327190763132/posts/default/8396977754352495051'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sandyrad.blogspot.com/2010/12/i-was-going-to-update-something-epic.html' title=''/><author><name>sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05388190983101039756</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_Wu43pLyCdhA/SFELUn4_rHI/AAAAAAAAARM/KvDJeI9DeLQ/S220/n726840685_914908_2134.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3625899327190763132.post-527922962973996102</id><published>2010-10-18T01:22:00.004+11:00</published><updated>2010-10-18T01:54:07.166+11:00</updated><title type='text'>Weeeekenddd</title><content type='html'>So I've finished my two weeks of night duty and I've had my four days off already. Which means work tomorrow. Facepalm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nights were pretty good. I didn't find staying up that difficult. Anndd the workload is so much lesss. But the patients do go a little crazy at night. And have falls. And I did like 4 riskmans. And get really sick. It kinds sucks cause there's less nurses around (only 3 at night), so there's not that many people to help you. Also you have 8 patients, which is double the normal patient ratio.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, weeekend was good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Thursday&lt;/span&gt; Finished that morning, went for breakfast with the family at Harry's (ticked another from Cheap eats guide), rushed to make it to Catch's bake sale (nom nom) then to RMIT. Then I slept. Then Culter &amp;amp; Co. for dinner with the family. Amazzzzingg food.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Wu43pLyCdhA/TLsL1EE1ptI/AAAAAAAAB1o/Ldq4maGHOfM/s1600/IMG_7425.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 384px; height: 256px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Wu43pLyCdhA/TLsL1EE1ptI/AAAAAAAAB1o/Ldq4maGHOfM/s320/IMG_7425.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5529025973782423250" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Wu43pLyCdhA/TLsL0972TaI/AAAAAAAAB1g/JZgqfdy_kf8/s1600/IMG_7367.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 379px; height: 253px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Wu43pLyCdhA/TLsL0972TaI/AAAAAAAAB1g/JZgqfdy_kf8/s320/IMG_7367.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5529025972134104482" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Friday&lt;/span&gt; Slept til like 3pm. Fail. Dermawan came over and we watched Greys. Then impact. Saw the Pheeeebs after her return from the motherland, who preached. We ate seaweed. Then stayed up with my brother and watched Chuck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Saturday&lt;/span&gt; Drove up and down Williams St looking for asian fobs and thus Janey. NEW YORK TOMATO. Which is where I've wanted to go for like a year (Another Cheap Eats Guide tick). Artsy Fartsy. Big W for Pheebs' present and my outfit for Ken's. Found $10. Got free parking. Watched The Truman Show. Got kicked out for wearing thongs. Bought Big W shoes. Then got into Ken's drinks with nerds that play with fire and jaffals. Old Town Kopitiam for supper. Food &gt; drinks anytime. Pls.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc4/hs906.snc4/71928_443215383148_730973148_5478060_1308268_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 192px; height: 250px;" src="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc4/hs906.snc4/71928_443215383148_730973148_5478060_1308268_n.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc4/hs834.snc4/69446_480871056003_525166003_6726468_3897720_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 187px; height: 250px;" src="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc4/hs834.snc4/69446_480871056003_525166003_6726468_3897720_n.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunday&lt;br /&gt;Woke up lates for church and got ready in two potatoes. Combined church service with chinese. Sabrina confirmed that she saw me singing chinese. I am a winner. Epic altar call. Get prayed for and bawl my eyes out, get the amazing Jesus presence tingles. Prawn mee. Fail parking at shoppo, so John2 drops us. Koko black. Watch more Chuck with my brother and Derms. Junior masterchef. Sleeps. Have epic talk about Jesus and stuff in the car with the love of my life (: Theenn facebook. And blogging. Yeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fun. Food. Family. Friends (including Nanda, ofc. Cause friend ma). And Jesus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everything I love. And now back to work.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3625899327190763132-527922962973996102?l=sandyrad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sandyrad.blogspot.com/feeds/527922962973996102/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3625899327190763132&amp;postID=527922962973996102&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3625899327190763132/posts/default/527922962973996102'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3625899327190763132/posts/default/527922962973996102'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sandyrad.blogspot.com/2010/10/weeeekenddd.html' title='Weeeekenddd'/><author><name>sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05388190983101039756</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_Wu43pLyCdhA/SFELUn4_rHI/AAAAAAAAARM/KvDJeI9DeLQ/S220/n726840685_914908_2134.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Wu43pLyCdhA/TLsL1EE1ptI/AAAAAAAAB1o/Ldq4maGHOfM/s72-c/IMG_7425.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3625899327190763132.post-120211392292460457</id><published>2010-10-03T22:24:00.002+11:00</published><updated>2010-10-03T23:23:25.312+11:00</updated><title type='text'>tumblring</title><content type='html'>&lt;span&gt;i copied catchtumblr. to give bloggy some love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TEN ARE YOU’S&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Are you single - if you like it, you should have put a ring on it.&lt;br /&gt;2. Are you happy  - yes, and no. yes, because of nandajaneysuwiijohnjohn (: no, because of everyone else and epidemics.&lt;br /&gt;3. Are you bored - i love not having anything to do. the best part of working and not studying :D&lt;br /&gt;4. Are you naked - ;) YA WINKYFACE CATCH.&lt;br /&gt;5. Are you a blonde - i'm asian, not azn.&lt;br /&gt;6. Are you moody – yesss..&lt;br /&gt;7. Are you a lover/hater - lover %%&lt;br /&gt;8. Are you hot/cold - i'm hot and i'm cold, i'm yes, and i'm no. actually no, cause that's suwii. aka katy perry.&lt;br /&gt;9. Are you Irish - no&lt;br /&gt;10. Are you Asian- ASIAN FUSION. like tina and mike chang in glee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TEN FACTS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Name - sarah&lt;br /&gt;2. Nicknames – rah.&lt;br /&gt;3. Any birth marks- MOLEY.&lt;br /&gt;4. Hair color – black.&lt;br /&gt;5. Natural hair color - black.&lt;br /&gt;6. Eye color - brown&lt;br /&gt;7. Height - 162-3?&lt;br /&gt;8. Mood - tired, so tired has EYEPIMPLE D:&lt;br /&gt;9. Favorite color – navy blue&lt;br /&gt;10. One Place You Want to Visit - disneyland.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TEN THIS OR THAT&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Love or lust – love.&lt;br /&gt;3. Cats or dogs – phileo cause.. SO FLUFFFFYY.&lt;br /&gt;4. A few best friends or many regular friends - a few &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;5. Television or internet - internet and greys anatomy.&lt;br /&gt;6. Chinese Or Indian - indian %%&lt;br /&gt;7. Wild night out or romantic night in – night in with the polar bear (:&lt;br /&gt;8. Money or Happiness - happiness.&lt;br /&gt;9. Night or day - NOT NIGHT DUTY D:&lt;br /&gt;10. Msn or phone - phone (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TEN HAVE YOU EVER&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Been caught sneaking out – i too ninja pls.&lt;br /&gt;2. Been skinny dipping - i fell off the rope and bikini top flew up in vanuatu D: does that count D: D: D:&lt;br /&gt;3. Bungee jumped – no, i want to. but i think i'd be too scared when it came to it. too much experience of seeing people doing reckless things ending up in comas or paralysed.&lt;br /&gt;5. Lied to someone you liked – ya, when i said he had small nostrils&lt;br /&gt;9. Cried because you lost a pet – YES. the most i've ever cried was when my late doggie passed away ):&lt;br /&gt;10. Wanted to disappear – ya, invisibility cloak ftwftw.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TEN PREFERENCES IN A PARTNER&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Smile or eyes - SMILE &lt;3 (8:&lt;br /&gt;2. Light or dark hair – dark hair.&lt;br /&gt;3. Hugs or kisses - huggles &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;4. Shorter or taller – taller&lt;br /&gt;5. Intelligence or attraction – you are so dumb, so dumb, so dumb.&lt;br /&gt;6. Romantic or spontaneous - spontaneous, more than cliche romantics&lt;br /&gt;7. Funny or serious - funnny, but serious when needs be.&lt;br /&gt;8. Older or Younger - ;) WINKYFACEE.&lt;br /&gt;9. Outgoing or quiet - outgoing&lt;br /&gt;10. Sweet or Bad Ass – sweet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TEN HAVE YOU’S&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.  Ever performed in front of a large crowd - i did have a stint in the acting career in my pre-teens :P&lt;br /&gt;2. Ever done drugs – everyday, at work.&lt;br /&gt;3. Ever consumed alcohol? casual etoh consumption.&lt;br /&gt;5. Ever been on a cheerleading team – BALWYN HIGH SKYRAIDERS. um no. pls.&lt;br /&gt;9. Ever owned a BMW, Mercedes Benz, Escalade, Hummer or Bentley? nope. hummer. lol.&lt;br /&gt;10. Ever been in a rap video? no, BUT I THINK WE SHOULD.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TEN LASTS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Last phone call you made – nanda dermawan&lt;br /&gt;2. Last person you hung out with - family for cousin's birthday dinner (: before that, janeyjohnjohnsuwiinanda at redrooster &lt;3 my fav peeps.&lt;br /&gt;4. Last time you worked – friday am! best non-working weekend in ages! also, start nightduty tomorrow night D:&lt;br /&gt;5. Last person you tackled – ;) catch put winkyface D:&lt;br /&gt;6. Last person you IM’d - nanda dermawan (8:&lt;br /&gt;8. Last person(s) you went to the movies with - janeylee and zefron prettiness.&lt;br /&gt;9. Last thing you missed – this whole year because of work.&lt;br /&gt;10. Last thing you ate - muscles and chrizo dish at the pav for cousin's din (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LAST PERSON TO&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Sleep beside you? - janeyleeee&lt;br /&gt;2. See you cry? – nanda dermawan &lt;3 love you, professional tear wiper (:&lt;br /&gt;5. Call you? - father wong.&lt;br /&gt;7. Made you laugh? - family dinner times (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WOULD YOU RATHER&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Pierce your nose or tongue? - nose. cause it's indian.&lt;br /&gt;2. Be serious or be funny? - funny&lt;br /&gt;3. Drink whole or skim milk? - SKIM D: my mother banned me from full milk at home, so now i'm accustomed to it.&lt;br /&gt;4. Spend time with your parents or enemies? - parentalz. probably.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ARE YOU&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Simple or complicated? - i'm avril lavinge&lt;br /&gt;2. Retarded? - YA RETARD (Y)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DO YOU PREFER&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Flowers or candy? - flowahzzz.&lt;br /&gt;2. Gray or black? - greys. anatomyy. BAM.&lt;br /&gt;3. Color or Black and white photos? - colour, but i often use black and white.&lt;br /&gt;4. Sunrise or sunset? - sunset :)&lt;br /&gt;6. Staying up late or waking up early? - up late. but i can do both, thanks to my job. though not sure HOW LATE. shall test my late wakingness on nd.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DO YOU PREFER&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Sun or moon? - i wanna be the moon, cause it reflects the sun. don't wanna be the sun, shines on everyone.&lt;br /&gt;2. Winter or Summer? - autumn (Y) PWNZ SPRING PLS.&lt;br /&gt;3. Left or right? - lefty.&lt;br /&gt;4. 10 acquaintances or having two best friends? - two best fwenz.&lt;br /&gt;5. Sun or rain? - sun.&lt;br /&gt;6. Vanilla or chocolate ice cream? - chocolate.&lt;br /&gt;7. Vodka or Jack Daniels? - vodka.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;UNIQUE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Nervous Habits? - pen clicking?&lt;br /&gt;2. Are you double jointed? - ma fingersz.&lt;br /&gt;3. Can you twist your tongue around and roll it? - D:&lt;br /&gt;4. Can you raise one eyebrow? - also yah.&lt;br /&gt;5. Can You cross your eyes? - not really D: &gt;_&lt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Do you make your bed daily? - depends. i do make BEDS daily. not always mine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;QUESTIONS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Which shoe goes on first? - right?&lt;br /&gt;2. Ever thrown something at someone? - i threw a pokemon at nanda today.&lt;br /&gt;3. On average, how much money do you carry with you? - i normally take out $140 from atm, then it decreases from there.&lt;br /&gt;4. Do you twirl your spaghetti or cut it? - twirlsies.&lt;br /&gt;5. Have you ever eaten Spam? - ya spam.&lt;br /&gt;6. What’s your favorite beverage? - milkz.&lt;br /&gt;7. Do you cook? - can, not well :P but has dermawan who can (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3625899327190763132-120211392292460457?l=sandyrad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sandyrad.blogspot.com/feeds/120211392292460457/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3625899327190763132&amp;postID=120211392292460457&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3625899327190763132/posts/default/120211392292460457'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3625899327190763132/posts/default/120211392292460457'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sandyrad.blogspot.com/2010/10/tumblring.html' title='tumblring'/><author><name>sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05388190983101039756</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_Wu43pLyCdhA/SFELUn4_rHI/AAAAAAAAARM/KvDJeI9DeLQ/S220/n726840685_914908_2134.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3625899327190763132.post-7500210996295698406</id><published>2010-09-21T14:58:00.002+10:00</published><updated>2010-09-21T15:30:06.821+10:00</updated><title type='text'>forsaken</title><content type='html'>On my quest to defy gravity, I have abandoned this blog. But the world can rejoice, because I am back. Kind of.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've re-located most of my scattering of thoughts to my tumblr, however am keeping my lovely blogspot (of so many memories are kept) for the longer life-update kind of posts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So my life right now:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Work has been good, and pretty much the main section of the pie graph that is my life. I've settled into my new ward, Oncology (and Haematology). I like it. It's a priveledge to be there for someone in their last days. There's a certain kind of peace and acceptance. It doesn't make it any sadder though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have to start thinking (well, I've already started.. and started freaking out actually.) about where I want to take my career next year. I'm half way through this year, and it's gone by so quick.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Currently, my plan is to go to Europe with Su-Wen Ng (despite my uneasyness.. I just gotta let go.. take a chance.. why not.. this is turning into a Hilary Duff song..). Cause I really gotta do something with my life. I need something to look forward to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then hopefully, I'll come back to a job at RAMU. I went back to RAMU a few days ago and jokingly asked one fo the ANUMs if I could have a job and she said SURE. :D Which made me (Y) She said they missed my sarcasm lolol. Fail. However, it's not up to her, it's the NUM herself.. of which I don't know very well. Sighface.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Besides that, I'm going to Synicity with my brother for food adventures. Can't wait. I need to make more money.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I think I'll go finish that angus pie I left half-eaten for lunch. Til next time, tumblr me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3625899327190763132-7500210996295698406?l=sandyrad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sandyrad.blogspot.com/feeds/7500210996295698406/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3625899327190763132&amp;postID=7500210996295698406&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3625899327190763132/posts/default/7500210996295698406'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3625899327190763132/posts/default/7500210996295698406'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sandyrad.blogspot.com/2010/09/forsaken.html' title='forsaken'/><author><name>sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05388190983101039756</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_Wu43pLyCdhA/SFELUn4_rHI/AAAAAAAAARM/KvDJeI9DeLQ/S220/n726840685_914908_2134.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3625899327190763132.post-603224142242288923</id><published>2010-08-03T22:32:00.002+10:00</published><updated>2010-08-03T22:45:08.507+10:00</updated><title type='text'>this ain't a fantasy</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Wu43pLyCdhA/TFgPHVjrZTI/AAAAAAAAB1Q/ecNJNgwdtpU/s1600/aj_20100402_aatheory.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 286px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Wu43pLyCdhA/TFgPHVjrZTI/AAAAAAAAB1Q/ecNJNgwdtpU/s400/aj_20100402_aatheory.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5501163563553350962" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Somethin bout the way&lt;br /&gt;Somethin bout the way you look&lt;br /&gt;In my eyes&lt;br /&gt;You make everything so damn easy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;So easy that I don't got to worry bout a thing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;And baby when we touch&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; All I can see is the image of us&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Sitting by the ocean&lt;br /&gt;Just before the dusk&lt;br /&gt;Sippin on a juice box and&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Sand between our toes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;This is the part when we say were in love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; And the part where we have our first kiss&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;But this ain't a movie&lt;br /&gt;I know you can't come with me&lt;br /&gt;You got your life&lt;br /&gt;He better be treatin you right&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just tell me you don't love me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Tell me you don't feel the same way that I do&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; Tell me I don't make you smile&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; Like I do when you walk in the room&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;You're so hard to let go&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;This is the part when we say were in love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; And the part where we say it's forever&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;But this ain't a fantasy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; I know you can't come with me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; You got your life&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;He better be treatin you right&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This hurts so much to know that you're&lt;br /&gt;With someone else when you should be with me&lt;br /&gt;It's just hard to accept that I can't be around&lt;br /&gt;He better be treatin you good&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I'm no Einstein but I know a sign&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; When I see one&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; And I know you love me too&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; I know you love me too&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Wu43pLyCdhA/TFgPHS3EFHI/AAAAAAAAB1I/dMlbht_UhZ8/s1600/Picture-121-390x219.png"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 390px; height: 219px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Wu43pLyCdhA/TFgPHS3EFHI/AAAAAAAAB1I/dMlbht_UhZ8/s400/Picture-121-390x219.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5501163562829354098" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3625899327190763132-603224142242288923?l=sandyrad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sandyrad.blogspot.com/feeds/603224142242288923/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3625899327190763132&amp;postID=603224142242288923&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3625899327190763132/posts/default/603224142242288923'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3625899327190763132/posts/default/603224142242288923'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sandyrad.blogspot.com/2010/08/this-aint-fantasy.html' title='this ain&apos;t a fantasy'/><author><name>sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05388190983101039756</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_Wu43pLyCdhA/SFELUn4_rHI/AAAAAAAAARM/KvDJeI9DeLQ/S220/n726840685_914908_2134.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Wu43pLyCdhA/TFgPHVjrZTI/AAAAAAAAB1Q/ecNJNgwdtpU/s72-c/aj_20100402_aatheory.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3625899327190763132.post-5832461628578747063</id><published>2010-08-02T02:25:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2010-08-02T02:28:49.014+10:00</updated><title type='text'>the 2am insecurities.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;So here's the thing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really love Jesus. There are times I don't show it. There are moments I wish that part of my life could be hidden and that I had no one to be accountable to. Sometimes I am just.. lazy. The self-pity and apathy sets in, and I just walk away (or fall asleep). I'm tired. I'm constantly tired. I don't know if it's work, or just life.. but I'm exhausted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to live life to the full. I'm young. The world is my oyster (nom nom). I have so many vague goals and I know I'm slowly getting there but.. it's hard. I'm getting older. I have more responsibilities. I don't like it. I feel tied down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel like it's not fair. I am jealous that I've been pushed so quickly into this next chapter of my life and that I didn't get to fully experience everything I was supposed to in my university years. I'm jealous of my friends who are still relishing those years. I hate it. I hate being here by myself. I don't feel ready. I hate that no one &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;fully&lt;/span&gt; understands where I am and how I feel.. and I hate that despite their best intentions, their words feel so empty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't feel like I belong anywhere anymore. I used to find comfort within my group of uni friends, always have people to sit with in lectures and weekly yumchas. I used to find comfort in my high school friends and our adventures, but those times are long gone. There's something missing now.. we're all too busy. I used to find comfort in friday nights and sunday mornings. Now when I walk in, I feel like an outsider.. and that no one even notices if I'm there or not. I'm a shadow. I'm not needed anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate that even after so long, you're still the same. So much has changed, but I think that something will always be there. This hurts me the most. I wish none of it had happened at all. I wish you had left me alone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss my brother. I miss having my family all together. I miss our random ranting and laughing so hard that I can't breathe sessions, all warm and cosy in my parents room, just being a family. I miss the feeling of being a child, I feel like I'm being treated like an adult now.. when all I want to do when I get home from work is to regress into my little fantasy childlike world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate feeling like I could cry at any moment. I hate that I'm not strong enough to handle this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;On the other hand,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm proud of myself for getting this far. I live on the feeling of accomplishment and satisfaction after a good day at work. I know that this is where God wants me for this season. I know He has a future for me, more than I can ever imagine.. if I continue to seek Him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love Jesus. I love music. I love the peace that comes with just finding rest in Jesus. I love the bible and the words that speak so clearly and give so much encouragement. I love the God-amazing feeling. I love worship. I love that no matter how many times I fail, He's there to pick me up again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love the allied health rants with Su-Wen Ng. Our late night 7eleven runs and just chillin' at my house. I'm excited about our travel plans, although they take so much drama to organise. I think her abs are amazing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love the bum moments with Janey, and just random phone calls that amount to nothing, but count for everything. I love her nerd-like passion for transcription and translation and mRNA and tRNA and codons. I love that she has a dream and she's working her butt off to try her best.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love my parents for being my parents. My mum always drops me at work  (Yes, even the 7am starts) and has breakfast waiting for me (: It helps  so much. I love that my dad watches the window to see if the trees are  swaying because that means that it'll be ideal weather for more kite  flying. I love the stories my mum tells. I love that my mum likes Steve  Carrell. I loved spending even just a car ride with my brother and  buying a whole cheesecake cause it was on sale. I love Phileo (: I can't imagine the pain the Pillai's are going through now.. and I don't even want to think about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love that I've found someone who is perfect for me. I can be myself, completely, when I'm with him. Someone that &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;clicks&lt;/span&gt;. There's just this strange feeling, that no one else understands me and my quirks, like he does. Someone who loves me, for me.. as cliche as that sounds. It's comfortable. I'm finally happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Aaand..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;..those are the thoughts in my mind, swirling around.. making up my emotional state right now. Bittersweet, I guess. But then again, it is 2.30am. I should really sleep. This helped. Thanks for listening (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3625899327190763132-5832461628578747063?l=sandyrad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sandyrad.blogspot.com/feeds/5832461628578747063/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3625899327190763132&amp;postID=5832461628578747063&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3625899327190763132/posts/default/5832461628578747063'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3625899327190763132/posts/default/5832461628578747063'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sandyrad.blogspot.com/2010/08/2am-insecurities.html' title='the 2am insecurities.'/><author><name>sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05388190983101039756</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_Wu43pLyCdhA/SFELUn4_rHI/AAAAAAAAARM/KvDJeI9DeLQ/S220/n726840685_914908_2134.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3625899327190763132.post-7561468620170228045</id><published>2010-08-02T00:07:00.001+10:00</published><updated>2010-08-02T00:11:25.703+10:00</updated><title type='text'>:D</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Wu43pLyCdhA/TFWAKYoSDAI/AAAAAAAAB1A/3wFwb4wg-90/s1600/tumblr_l6h8e57vfG1qc84yh.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Wu43pLyCdhA/TFWAKYoSDAI/AAAAAAAAB1A/3wFwb4wg-90/s400/tumblr_l6h8e57vfG1qc84yh.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5500443435801381890" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Wu43pLyCdhA/TFWAKMQrCYI/AAAAAAAAB04/gUE6b5ZqQbE/s1600/38181_452310998427_703168427_6257080_7549953_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Wu43pLyCdhA/TFWAKMQrCYI/AAAAAAAAB04/gUE6b5ZqQbE/s400/38181_452310998427_703168427_6257080_7549953_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5500443432481130882" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the snow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;= SOOO COLDDDDD&lt;br /&gt;= sabrina woon love&lt;br /&gt;= pwnz architects&lt;br /&gt;= stealing small asian child's stick&lt;br /&gt;= coffeee mug sculpture (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3625899327190763132-7561468620170228045?l=sandyrad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sandyrad.blogspot.com/feeds/7561468620170228045/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3625899327190763132&amp;postID=7561468620170228045&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3625899327190763132/posts/default/7561468620170228045'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3625899327190763132/posts/default/7561468620170228045'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sandyrad.blogspot.com/2010/08/d.html' title=':D'/><author><name>sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05388190983101039756</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_Wu43pLyCdhA/SFELUn4_rHI/AAAAAAAAARM/KvDJeI9DeLQ/S220/n726840685_914908_2134.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Wu43pLyCdhA/TFWAKYoSDAI/AAAAAAAAB1A/3wFwb4wg-90/s72-c/tumblr_l6h8e57vfG1qc84yh.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3625899327190763132.post-7352470823158830746</id><published>2010-08-01T23:32:00.001+10:00</published><updated>2010-08-01T23:33:54.782+10:00</updated><title type='text'>home and away</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/cHqUtxcpw-Q&amp;amp;hl=en_GB&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/cHqUtxcpw-Q&amp;amp;hl=en_GB&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I WILL GO THE DISTANCEEEEE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need Hercules on DVD now please.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So much Aj Rafael stalking love tonight.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3625899327190763132-7352470823158830746?l=sandyrad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sandyrad.blogspot.com/feeds/7352470823158830746/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3625899327190763132&amp;postID=7352470823158830746&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3625899327190763132/posts/default/7352470823158830746'/><link 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href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Wu43pLyCdhA/TE7qc25nUWI/AAAAAAAAB0w/OS7yrsXOycs/s1600/IMG_8710.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 258px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Wu43pLyCdhA/TE7qc25nUWI/AAAAAAAAB0w/OS7yrsXOycs/s400/IMG_8710.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5498589976560357730" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;i want to fly.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(not really though, cause my view on superhero powers is that TELEPORTATION is the best. because:&lt;br /&gt;1. beats flying: cause you can just teleport to where you want to go, instead of flying, which takes longer)&lt;br /&gt;2. beats invisibility: cause you can just teleport to the place you want to sneak into and teleport out if something starts to turn around and see you&lt;br /&gt;3. beats force fields/ uber fighting powerz: cause you can just teleport out of danger/ away from the bullet heading toward you&lt;br /&gt;4. means you can go anywhere, at anytime, and you never have to miss anyone again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;though i wouldnt mind that serene feeling of flying above the clouds and feeling on top of the world (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3625899327190763132-8130830318773375535?l=sandyrad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sandyrad.blogspot.com/feeds/8130830318773375535/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3625899327190763132&amp;postID=8130830318773375535&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3625899327190763132/posts/default/8130830318773375535'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;i've started my second rotation:&lt;/span&gt; oncology. i hated it the first week, it was such a shock starting at a whole new place.. but i'm getting used to the ward now (: and has a new ranga friend :D i think he's my first real ranga friend ever. so excite. lololol. still semi-ceebs going to work though ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;this weekend:&lt;/span&gt; first weeekend off in ages! after a lot of discussions, i'm going to the snow for the first time since i was like four D: ahahah. i'm scared!! i don't want to get injured.. cause i'm so clumsy D: but am so excited :D and then after has aj rafael concert (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;annual leave:&lt;/span&gt; going to china 16-27th august with the family, and then 28th august-1st september going to gold coast with suwiiii (and mebee li). cannot WAIT for something new and exciting X) i've been stalking other people's adventures on faceboook. wanttttt.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3625899327190763132-9188330554340554911?l=sandyrad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sandyrad.blogspot.com/feeds/9188330554340554911/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3625899327190763132&amp;postID=9188330554340554911&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3625899327190763132/posts/default/9188330554340554911'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3625899327190763132/posts/default/9188330554340554911'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sandyrad.blogspot.com/2010/07/life-update.html' title='life update'/><author><name>sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05388190983101039756</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_Wu43pLyCdhA/SFELUn4_rHI/AAAAAAAAARM/KvDJeI9DeLQ/S220/n726840685_914908_2134.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3625899327190763132.post-4380844675325702549</id><published>2010-07-21T22:52:00.005+10:00</published><updated>2010-07-21T23:25:52.845+10:00</updated><title type='text'>catch22</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;to the pioneer of underage clubbing and the default pose.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hope your day is..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Wu43pLyCdhA/TEbzNfviD5I/AAAAAAAABz4/yGLSwXVm2JA/s1600/19758_296563023427_703168427_4669844_2491787_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Wu43pLyCdhA/TEbzNfviD5I/AAAAAAAABz4/yGLSwXVm2JA/s400/19758_296563023427_703168427_4669844_2491787_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5496347808436981650" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;as sweet as strawberries&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Wu43pLyCdhA/TEbzM90zCLI/AAAAAAAABzw/PTAfI5GjtvU/s1600/18958_275839213427_703168427_4567279_8366994_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Wu43pLyCdhA/TEbzM90zCLI/AAAAAAAABzw/PTAfI5GjtvU/s400/18958_275839213427_703168427_4567279_8366994_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5496347799332260018" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;or as sweet as a sweet disposition..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Wu43pLyCdhA/TEb0fly1IUI/AAAAAAAAB0A/FlwvrQwkybw/s1600/n703168427_1106797_3293.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Wu43pLyCdhA/TEb0fly1IUI/AAAAAAAAB0A/FlwvrQwkybw/s400/n703168427_1106797_3293.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5496349218810700098" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;as crazy as wild animalz&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Wu43pLyCdhA/TEbwTigDZgI/AAAAAAAABzQ/Qkg0btWz5Ag/s1600/29165_452188729828_837084828_6072534_2476868_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Wu43pLyCdhA/TEbwTigDZgI/AAAAAAAABzQ/Qkg0btWz5Ag/s400/29165_452188729828_837084828_6072534_2476868_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5496344613721695746" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and crazy like those creepy photos of womynz in that toilet&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Wu43pLyCdhA/TEbwTSRJvyI/AAAAAAAABzI/afkxn4Ll04U/s1600/25896_386022072834_626832834_4858126_428911_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Wu43pLyCdhA/TEbwTSRJvyI/AAAAAAAABzI/afkxn4Ll04U/s400/25896_386022072834_626832834_4858126_428911_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5496344609364229922" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;as bright as that light surrounding you..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Wu43pLyCdhA/TEbwS9E5vkI/AAAAAAAABzA/H0satWaSpPY/s1600/7734_153499560685_726840685_3334600_960897_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Wu43pLyCdhA/TEbwS9E5vkI/AAAAAAAABzA/H0satWaSpPY/s400/7734_153499560685_726840685_3334600_960897_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5496344603675704898" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and the lights of the melbourne skyline..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Wu43pLyCdhA/TEbwSiPmeYI/AAAAAAAABy4/pXkc9Der0pg/s1600/4196_92578730685_726840685_2470254_1486039_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Wu43pLyCdhA/TEbwSiPmeYI/AAAAAAAABy4/pXkc9Der0pg/s400/4196_92578730685_726840685_2470254_1486039_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5496344596472822146" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and a box hill carpark.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();}  catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Wu43pLyCdhA/TEbwT4ISM_I/AAAAAAAABzY/0ZXhqbkOtE4/s1600/29514_433456608427_703168427_5741624_4958281_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Wu43pLyCdhA/TEbwT4ISM_I/AAAAAAAABzY/0ZXhqbkOtE4/s400/29514_433456608427_703168427_5741624_4958281_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5496344619527582706" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;as  celebratory as a gradation..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Wu43pLyCdhA/TEb0gBTBl1I/AAAAAAAAB0I/MZJxEZ9iSfE/s1600/30415_420824323427_703168427_5430864_1735649_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Wu43pLyCdhA/TEb0gBTBl1I/AAAAAAAAB0I/MZJxEZ9iSfE/s400/30415_420824323427_703168427_5430864_1735649_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5496349226193491794" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;because it is your birthday!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Wu43pLyCdhA/TEb1ObuBtFI/AAAAAAAAB0Q/xnJEB0xyF6E/s1600/17465_269067657834_626832834_4432510_3733649_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Wu43pLyCdhA/TEb1ObuBtFI/AAAAAAAAB0Q/xnJEB0xyF6E/s400/17465_269067657834_626832834_4432510_3733649_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5496350023560049746" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;have a great day!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3625899327190763132-4380844675325702549?l=sandyrad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sandyrad.blogspot.com/feeds/4380844675325702549/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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needs?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eb                           Fm                     Eb/G&lt;br /&gt;Who walks the road with me, has grown with me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ab            Bb        Cm&lt;br /&gt;Through all that I have been&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bb       Am&lt;br /&gt;Jesus It is You&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bb         Eb&lt;br /&gt;Jesus It is You&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ab&lt;br /&gt;I lift my hands&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eb&lt;br /&gt;I bring my song&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ab                         Bb                            Eb&lt;br /&gt;All of my days, all of my rights, all of my wrongs&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ab          Bb           Cm&lt;br /&gt;I offer my life Here and beyond&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fm              Eb/G&lt;br /&gt;To the one thing true&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ab     Bb     Eb&lt;br /&gt;Jesus It is You&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who sees my brokenness&lt;br /&gt;And carries me when I am frail and weak?&lt;br /&gt;Jesus It is You&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who tells the storm to rest&lt;br /&gt;When I am overwhelmed and cannot speak&lt;br /&gt;Jesus It is You&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who wears my guilt on His shoulders?&lt;br /&gt;Who holds my heart in His hand?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who takes my thoughts and fears&lt;br /&gt;And hangs them on the arms of Calvary?&lt;br /&gt;Jesus It is You&lt;br /&gt;Jesus It is You&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3625899327190763132-6910629027884122848?l=sandyrad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sandyrad.blogspot.com/feeds/6910629027884122848/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3625899327190763132&amp;postID=6910629027884122848&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3625899327190763132/posts/default/6910629027884122848'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3625899327190763132/posts/default/6910629027884122848'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sandyrad.blogspot.com/2010/07/chords_16.html' title='chords'/><author><name>sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05388190983101039756</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_Wu43pLyCdhA/SFELUn4_rHI/AAAAAAAAARM/KvDJeI9DeLQ/S220/n726840685_914908_2134.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3625899327190763132.post-3709996044061831550</id><published>2010-07-16T11:16:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2010-07-16T11:17:01.014+10:00</updated><title type='text'>chords</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: separate; color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; letter-spacing: normal; line-height: normal; orphans: 2; text-indent: 0px; text-transform: none; white-space: normal; widows: 2; word-spacing: 0px; font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;div&gt;Eb      Fm&lt;/div&gt;Who makes the sun to rise&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eb/G   Ab    Bb   Cm&lt;br /&gt;And  brings the earth new life in every beam&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Bb    Ab&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Jesus  it is You&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who turns the day to night &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And  watches me as I begin to dream&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Jesus It is You&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Fm          Eb        Cm&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Who brings me food for my table&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Fm           Ab         Bb&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Who cares for all of my needs?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Eb             Fm         Eb/G&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Who walks the road with me, has  grown with me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;         Ab       Bb         Cm&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Through  all that I have been&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Bb             Am&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Jesus  It is You&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Bb            Eb&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Jesus It  is You&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;            Ab&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I lift my hands&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;             Eb&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I bring my song&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;             Ab            Bb             EB&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;All of my days, all of my  rights, all of my wrongs&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;                Ab        Bb         Cm&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I offer my life      Here and beyond&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;         Fm       Eb/G&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;To the one thing true&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ab        Bb        Eb&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Jesus It is You&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Who  sees my brokenness&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And carries me when I am frail and weak?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Jesus  It is You&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Who tells the storm to rest&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;When  I am overwhelmed and cannot speak&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Jesus It is You&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Who  wears my guilt on His shoulders?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Who holds my heart in His  hand?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Who takes my thoughts and dears&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And  hangs them on the arms of Calvary?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Jesus It is You&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Jesus  It is you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3625899327190763132-3709996044061831550?l=sandyrad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sandyrad.blogspot.com/feeds/3709996044061831550/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3625899327190763132&amp;postID=3709996044061831550&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3625899327190763132/posts/default/3709996044061831550'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sandyrad.blogspot.com/2010/07/yes-please.html' title='yes please.'/><author><name>sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05388190983101039756</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_Wu43pLyCdhA/SFELUn4_rHI/AAAAAAAAARM/KvDJeI9DeLQ/S220/n726840685_914908_2134.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Wu43pLyCdhA/TD6ZbB9Y81I/AAAAAAAAByw/bLrX5boKg2o/s72-c/travelsplans.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3625899327190763132.post-672203199832612035</id><published>2010-07-14T21:07:00.002+10:00</published><updated>2010-07-14T23:45:04.632+10:00</updated><title type='text'>CAKEPIE.</title><content type='html'>Do you sing in the car?&lt;br /&gt;- always. though my janey cd is permastuck in the cdplayer now. youuuspinnmyyheaddrighhttrounnddrightround.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you have a hard time admitting you're wrong?&lt;br /&gt;- sometimes. depends to who :P to my parents, definately.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When is the last time you had pizza?&lt;br /&gt;- last tuesday at la porchetta with the impacters (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you wear shoes in your house or take them off?&lt;br /&gt;- take them off. BE FREE MY LITTLE FEETIES!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you swallow gum when you're finished?&lt;br /&gt;- no cannot D: though i'm not a big fan of gum. the concept freaks me out. yeah, im weird like that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is good grammar attractive?&lt;br /&gt;- i hate wen chu talk lyk dis. but halarious if used for mocking purposes. and i accept LOLcatz speak.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your phone is ringing. Its your ex. What do you say?&lt;br /&gt;- weiiiiiiiiiii?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How are you feeling at this exact moment?&lt;br /&gt;- tired. so glad i have two days off. looking forward to 7am saturday morning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you ever wonder how other people see you?&lt;br /&gt;- i won't lie and say no. (ie. i'll tell the truth and say yes)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What's something you really want right now?&lt;br /&gt;- TO GO SOMEWHERE. adventure pls.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What was the first thing you did this morning?&lt;br /&gt;- turn off alarm and hide under the doona. did. not. want. work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you brush your teeth in the shower?&lt;br /&gt;- i find this repulsive. soo nekkid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If alcohol were banned, what would be your reaction be?&lt;br /&gt;- ahaha in australia? lies. as crazy as having a ranga prime minister.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have your parents ever caught you drinking?&lt;br /&gt;- i don't drink much. so no.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When people smoke around you, does it make you cough?&lt;br /&gt;- no, but nogaryno.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you know anyone who works at McDonald's?&lt;br /&gt;- yes, went through uni with maccas connections. X) free chicken nuggets, large chips and drinks, burgers with multiple patties.. and then 50% off. I MISS IT SO.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is it warm out enough to go out in a T-shirt where you live?&lt;br /&gt;- not particulary, it's quite cold. but i am in my afrojew tshirt atm (Y)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Would you rather be able to teleport or be invisible?&lt;br /&gt;- teleport. deffffffff. so so much right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What do you do when you have an itch you can't itch?&lt;br /&gt;- dance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Name something you know about algebra.&lt;br /&gt;- iz funsauz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you like dollar stores?&lt;br /&gt;- love it. so many amazing china inventionz there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you like those big headbands with flowers Blair on Gossip Girl wears?&lt;br /&gt;- yesss. i love blair's fashion (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you think it's weird how babies are made?&lt;br /&gt;- i'm still convinced that babies come from pooo. and if you decided it was time you wanted a baby, you just pick out the poo from the toilet and wash it until it clean and grows.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What's one memory you wish would just vanish?&lt;br /&gt;- the rollercoaster of last year. srsly. gimme me life back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whats your favorite thing to order at McDonalds?&lt;br /&gt;- chicken nugggett.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apple Juice or Orange Juice?&lt;br /&gt;- MILK. pls. when i was young i vomitted orange juice and hated it ever since.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Name a very well known bar in your town.&lt;br /&gt;- mars bar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you think it's stupid when people have x's in their username?&lt;br /&gt;- um. i has s2 in mine, so i can't judge.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What would you prefer to get from a guy/girl: flowers, a hand written  poem, a picture he drew of you or a nice night out?&lt;br /&gt;- A PICTURE HE DREW OF YOU. ahaha fail. flowers when on a nice night out. X)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you know the chicken dance?&lt;br /&gt;- definately :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If a random person asked how old you are, would you tell them?&lt;br /&gt;- i always make my patients guess, i've gotten 17-24-30.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-----&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ABC About You Questions:&lt;br /&gt;A - AVAILABLE: N/A.&lt;br /&gt;B - BIRTHDAY: Everyday is my birthday :D&lt;br /&gt;C - CRUSHIN' ON: Sheldon Cooper.&lt;br /&gt;D - DRINK YOU LAST HAD: Milk.&lt;br /&gt;E - EASIEST PERSON TO TALK TO: Autobot.&lt;br /&gt;F - FAVORITE SONG: Maybe I was born.&lt;br /&gt;G - GUMMY BEARS OR GUMMY WORMS: Gummy Bears!&lt;br /&gt;H - HOMETOWN: Rahlan.&lt;br /&gt;I - IN LOVE WITH: Susej.&lt;br /&gt;J - JUGGLE: With scarves.&lt;br /&gt;K - KILLED SOMEONE: I'll kill her.&lt;br /&gt;L - LONGEST CAR RIDE: To Canberra/Sydney.&lt;br /&gt;M- MILKSHAKE FLAVOR: Chocolate.&lt;br /&gt;N - NUMBER OF SIBLINGS: 1&lt;br /&gt;O - ONE WISH: Upon a star.&lt;br /&gt;P - PERSON YOU CALLED LAST: Nanda Dermawan (Indonesia)&lt;br /&gt;R - REASON TO SMILE: Cause I'm not in it to win it, I'm in it for you.&lt;br /&gt;S - SONG YOU LAST HEARD: Thief in the night - David Choi&lt;br /&gt;T - TIME YOU WOKE UP: 6.40 am -.-&lt;br /&gt;U - UNDERWEAR COLOR/PATTERN: Black %%&lt;br /&gt;W - WORST HABIT: Sleeepy.&lt;br /&gt;X - X-RAYS YOU'VE HAD: For my braces. For my foot when I feel from monkeybar.&lt;br /&gt;Y – YOYOS ARE: free from accounting companies.&lt;br /&gt;Z - ZODIAC SIGN: COWSNAKE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; Random Questions About You...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Spell your name without vowels: Srh Wng&lt;br /&gt;What color do you wear most?: White and Navy :P&lt;br /&gt;Are you happy with your life right now?: Yes and no. I miss my freedom ):&lt;br /&gt;What is your favorite class in school?: Mathz. Chemistry.&lt;br /&gt;Favorite pair of shoes?: My urban outfitters flats from Americaz.&lt;br /&gt;Where do you wish you were right now?: Some third world country somewhere.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THE CANS:&lt;br /&gt;Can you dance?: So I think I can.&lt;br /&gt;Can you whistle?: No ):&lt;br /&gt;Write with both hands?: My handwriting is shocking with both :P&lt;br /&gt;Walk with your toes curled?: Wazzat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THE DO'S:&lt;br /&gt;Do you believe there is life on other planets?: ANGEL PLANET.&lt;br /&gt;Do you believe in miracles?: Yes.&lt;br /&gt;Do you believe in magic?: Illusionists are pretty cool.&lt;br /&gt;Do you believe in love at first sight?: Mebe.&lt;br /&gt;Do you believe in Santa?: Fatty.&lt;br /&gt;Do you like roller coasters?: Not particulary. Esp. Emotional rollercoasters.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THE HAVES:&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever been on a plane?: I love it.&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever asked someone out?: Ya.&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever been asked out by someone?: Ya.&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever been to the ocean?: It is lovely.&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever painted your nails?: Yup.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THE WHATS:&lt;br /&gt;What is the temperature outside?: Cold.&lt;br /&gt;What radio station do you listen to?: Light FM.&lt;br /&gt;What was the last restaurant you ate at?: boxhillllhospital cafeteriaaa.&lt;br /&gt;What was the last thing you bought?: cotton on jumper (:&lt;br /&gt;What was the last thing on TV you watched?: HIMYM.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THE WHOS:&lt;br /&gt;Who was the last person you IM'd?: Skyping the Mochi.&lt;br /&gt;Who was the last person you took a picture of?: Printscreen the nan.&lt;br /&gt;Who was the last person you said I love you to?: Some douche in indonesiaaa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CRYING SECTION:&lt;br /&gt;Ever really cried your heart out?: Yes.&lt;br /&gt;Ever cried yourself to sleep?: Often.&lt;br /&gt;Ever cried on your friend's shoulder?: Yes.&lt;br /&gt;Ever cried over the opposite sex?: Often.&lt;br /&gt;Do you cry when you get an injury?: I don't often get injured.&lt;br /&gt;Do certain songs make you cry?: Yupz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAPPY SECTION.&lt;br /&gt;Are you a happy person?: YAYA!&lt;br /&gt;What/who can make you happy?: Chocolate.&lt;br /&gt;Do you wish you were happier?: Ya.&lt;br /&gt;Can music make you happy?: PSYCHMUSICSSSSS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOVE SECTION.&lt;br /&gt;How many times have you had your heart broken?: Several.&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever loved someone so much that you'd die for them?: Phileo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOOK AT ME.&lt;br /&gt;What is your current hair color?: Negro.&lt;br /&gt;Current piercings?: Ears!&lt;br /&gt;Have any tattoos?: Nope.&lt;br /&gt;Eye color?: Chocolate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IN A BOY/GIRL:&lt;br /&gt;Favorite eye color: Chocolate.&lt;br /&gt;Short or long hair: Permed. LAWLZ. No, mangahead pls.&lt;br /&gt;Height: Ahem.&lt;br /&gt;Best clothing: Hawtz. No tank tops.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THIS OR THAT&lt;br /&gt;Pepsi or Coke: Coke. I love coke.&lt;br /&gt;McDonald's or Burger King: Macccasss. I love maccas.&lt;br /&gt;Strawberries or Blueberries: Strawberries.&lt;br /&gt;Meat or Veggies: MEAT.&lt;br /&gt;TV or Movie: Movies.&lt;br /&gt;Adidas or Nike: Nike cause Marky.&lt;br /&gt;Cheerios or Corn Flakes: Corn flakes.&lt;br /&gt;Cake or Pie: WHOA. So tough. CAKE AND PIE. CAKE PIE.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3625899327190763132-672203199832612035?l=sandyrad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sandyrad.blogspot.com/feeds/672203199832612035/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3625899327190763132&amp;postID=672203199832612035&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3625899327190763132/posts/default/672203199832612035'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3625899327190763132/posts/default/672203199832612035'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sandyrad.blogspot.com/2010/07/cakepie.html' title='CAKEPIE.'/><author><name>sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05388190983101039756</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_Wu43pLyCdhA/SFELUn4_rHI/AAAAAAAAARM/KvDJeI9DeLQ/S220/n726840685_914908_2134.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3625899327190763132.post-7291809942632619956</id><published>2010-07-09T00:12:00.001+10:00</published><updated>2010-07-09T00:17:02.749+10:00</updated><title type='text'>two n</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Wu43pLyCdhA/TDXdhldv2TI/AAAAAAAAByA/EBivfADi4JE/s1600/IMG_0601.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Wu43pLyCdhA/TDXdhldv2TI/AAAAAAAAByA/EBivfADi4JE/s320/IMG_0601.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5491538889710491954" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Wu43pLyCdhA/TDXdgp9aD3I/AAAAAAAABxw/PQXG45GrkYs/s1600/IMG_5006.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Wu43pLyCdhA/TDXdgp9aD3I/AAAAAAAABxw/PQXG45GrkYs/s320/IMG_5006.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5491538873737154418" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Wu43pLyCdhA/TDXdhOypQ2I/AAAAAAAABx4/jFgM_ggaNPs/s1600/IMG_6006.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Wu43pLyCdhA/TDXdhOypQ2I/AAAAAAAABx4/jFgM_ggaNPs/s320/IMG_6006.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5491538883624125282" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;three more shifts.&lt;br /&gt;it's been a blast.&lt;br /&gt;but i'm pretty excited about the next rotation (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;another challenge.&lt;br /&gt;bring it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3625899327190763132-7291809942632619956?l=sandyrad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sandyrad.blogspot.com/feeds/7291809942632619956/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3625899327190763132&amp;postID=7291809942632619956&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3625899327190763132/posts/default/7291809942632619956'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3625899327190763132/posts/default/7291809942632619956'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sandyrad.blogspot.com/2010/07/two-n.html' title='two n'/><author><name>sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05388190983101039756</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_Wu43pLyCdhA/SFELUn4_rHI/AAAAAAAAARM/KvDJeI9DeLQ/S220/n726840685_914908_2134.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Wu43pLyCdhA/TDXdhldv2TI/AAAAAAAAByA/EBivfADi4JE/s72-c/IMG_0601.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3625899327190763132.post-1291548333915822031</id><published>2010-07-04T22:51:00.005+10:00</published><updated>2010-07-05T00:29:03.901+10:00</updated><title type='text'>my life.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I miss this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Wu43pLyCdhA/TDCIVQ9YnsI/AAAAAAAABxI/yQVM1FgTQIY/s1600/DSC09614.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; 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width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Wu43pLyCdhA/TDCJpwl6N8I/AAAAAAAABxY/rf1J_Oo_S64/s320/DSC08931.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5490039296276182978" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Wu43pLyCdhA/TDCF7nlDjbI/AAAAAAAABwY/givtJSd1i0k/s1600/DSC03917.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Wu43pLyCdhA/TDCF7nlDjbI/AAAAAAAABwY/givtJSd1i0k/s320/DSC03917.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5490035205047815602" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Wu43pLyCdhA/TDCITPRuLvI/AAAAAAAABwo/O7CV9iuxeZs/s1600/DSC03349.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Wu43pLyCdhA/TDCITPRuLvI/AAAAAAAABwo/O7CV9iuxeZs/s320/DSC03349.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5490037809864388338" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Wu43pLyCdhA/TDCITwdo12I/AAAAAAAABww/fauapfA2k1k/s1600/DSC05700.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Wu43pLyCdhA/TDCITwdo12I/AAAAAAAABww/fauapfA2k1k/s320/DSC05700.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5490037818772739938" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and this&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Wu43pLyCdhA/TDCF64J8l0I/AAAAAAAABwI/bP3QjuE21f0/s1600/DSC00900.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Wu43pLyCdhA/TDCF64J8l0I/AAAAAAAABwI/bP3QjuE21f0/s320/DSC00900.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5490035192317646658" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This year a lot has changed in my life. I think I've changed. Looking back to my life last year, it just feels sooo different.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My life last year was all about people. Adventure. Foooood. Uni. Placements. Tanya Uebergang. Third Wheeling. Impact. Elevators. Dondon. Aimless shopping around the city. Spontaneous meetings. Lunch. I never have lunch with anyone anymore. Bumping into randoms at the QV bus stop or at MC clock. Roadtrips. Never ending okay bye but still talking for another two hours msn convos. Random late night eateries. Sleeeeeep ins. Wagging lectures to go watch Dragonball Z. Hearing about other people's relationships. Tramming down to Victoria St for pho inbetween tutes. Spending every Saturday with Janey without fail. Kebabs. Perfecting the pause-minimise-alt-tab when watching movies in the library and a librarian would walk past. Bible class before impacts at Pheebs house. Berrybliss (zomg haven't had that in ages and still has to claim my free cup). Drama. Talking about drama. Rollercoasters (but don't really miss that). Beyonce can't handle this jelly singalongs. Hudsons. All you can eat Yumcha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was talking to Pheebs about this on the train the other night when we were abadoned by our parents who asked us to take a taxi after walking from Docklands to Melbourne Central.. and I was just rambling about how difference my life is. She asked if this was a good or bad thing.. which got me thinking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Though I loved my life last year, I think this year has taught me a lot. I think I'm finally starting to grow up. I've got a credit card, for one. (I just paid my first bill which came to $5.98) I'm working full time. I'm in a &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(gasp)&lt;/span&gt; stable relationship. But most of all.. I'm finally doing what I've spent the last three years working towards. I feel accomplished. Leading up to it, I was so scared that I couldn't be able to do it.. and now I have been for the past 4 months. And I think I'm pretty awesome. Kinda.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yeah, I'm not sure about the previous question.. but here I am. And I can't go back. So bring it on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3625899327190763132-1291548333915822031?l=sandyrad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sandyrad.blogspot.com/feeds/1291548333915822031/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3625899327190763132&amp;postID=1291548333915822031&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3625899327190763132/posts/default/1291548333915822031'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3625899327190763132/posts/default/1291548333915822031'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sandyrad.blogspot.com/2010/07/my-life.html' title='my life.'/><author><name>sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05388190983101039756</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_Wu43pLyCdhA/SFELUn4_rHI/AAAAAAAAARM/KvDJeI9DeLQ/S220/n726840685_914908_2134.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Wu43pLyCdhA/TDCIVQ9YnsI/AAAAAAAABxI/yQVM1FgTQIY/s72-c/DSC09614.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3625899327190763132.post-1452499489990670486</id><published>2010-06-24T22:19:00.005+10:00</published><updated>2010-06-24T22:58:38.326+10:00</updated><title type='text'>socceroospam.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;am proud.&lt;br /&gt;am sad.&lt;br /&gt;am everything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Wu43pLyCdhA/TCNVSMNkLTI/AAAAAAAABvo/gJNlRPAIFsg/s1600/102346309.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 212px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Wu43pLyCdhA/TCNVSMNkLTI/AAAAAAAABvo/gJNlRPAIFsg/s320/102346309.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5486322542071524658" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lucas neill - the captain&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Wu43pLyCdhA/TCNVRt_iWcI/AAAAAAAABvg/uip5j98OiGA/s1600/102347006.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 235px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Wu43pLyCdhA/TCNVRt_iWcI/AAAAAAAABvg/uip5j98OiGA/s320/102347006.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5486322533959621058" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;neil &amp;amp; pimmy huggles (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Wu43pLyCdhA/TCNVRbGPD4I/AAAAAAAABvY/GzcDBAIB3h4/s1600/102223754.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 213px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Wu43pLyCdhA/TCNVRbGPD4I/AAAAAAAABvY/GzcDBAIB3h4/s320/102223754.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5486322528887443330" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;harryyyyyyyy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Wu43pLyCdhA/TCNUj7npLjI/AAAAAAAABvQ/xxLug6HL_vg/s1600/102342332.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 220px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Wu43pLyCdhA/TCNUj7npLjI/AAAAAAAABvQ/xxLug6HL_vg/s320/102342332.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5486321747343519282" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;before the match determination.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Wu43pLyCdhA/TCNUjjzohZI/AAAAAAAABvI/tSC8dhkfnfE/s1600/102225765.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 220px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Wu43pLyCdhA/TCNUjjzohZI/AAAAAAAABvI/tSC8dhkfnfE/s320/102225765.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5486321740951356818" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the green and gold army are always behind them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Wu43pLyCdhA/TCNUjP_dSWI/AAAAAAAABvA/zXmV_6ardeE/s1600/102054975.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 207px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Wu43pLyCdhA/TCNUjP_dSWI/AAAAAAAABvA/zXmV_6ardeE/s320/102054975.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5486321735632243042" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;despite contraversy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Wu43pLyCdhA/TCNUiVqBzTI/AAAAAAAABu4/zOSEH-Gr9y4/s1600/102054591.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 220px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Wu43pLyCdhA/TCNUiVqBzTI/AAAAAAAABu4/zOSEH-Gr9y4/s320/102054591.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5486321719973104946" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and those red cards.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Wu43pLyCdhA/TCNSHs66CZI/AAAAAAAABuw/p4seQOQ0Pb4/s1600/102345306.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 218px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Wu43pLyCdhA/TCNSHs66CZI/AAAAAAAABuw/p4seQOQ0Pb4/s320/102345306.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5486319063338191250" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;huggles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Wu43pLyCdhA/TCNSGSiONiI/AAAAAAAABuo/BbcmUr1oNe4/s1600/102345171.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 218px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Wu43pLyCdhA/TCNSGSiONiI/AAAAAAAABuo/BbcmUr1oNe4/s320/102345171.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5486319039075464738" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IS LOVING BRETT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Wu43pLyCdhA/TCNSFdvv_DI/AAAAAAAABug/F2c4XVZa73w/s1600/102345169.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Wu43pLyCdhA/TCNSFdvv_DI/AAAAAAAABug/F2c4XVZa73w/s320/102345169.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5486319024905124914" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;who i saw shopping on bourke st mall.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Wu43pLyCdhA/TCNSFL8e36I/AAAAAAAABuY/JocUXz_46JY/s1600/102345157.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Wu43pLyCdhA/TCNSFL8e36I/AAAAAAAABuY/JocUXz_46JY/s320/102345157.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5486319020126691234" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the classic timmy celebration.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Wu43pLyCdhA/TCNSD1tXhfI/AAAAAAAABuQ/Z23GdBLDq58/s1600/102345022.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 211px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Wu43pLyCdhA/TCNSD1tXhfI/AAAAAAAABuQ/Z23GdBLDq58/s320/102345022.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5486318996977845746" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pointing back at the ghana kid who pointed at us after the redcard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Wu43pLyCdhA/TCNVTxFwlPI/AAAAAAAABv4/6DnIwCUzrgA/s1600/102346420.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 233px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Wu43pLyCdhA/TCNVTxFwlPI/AAAAAAAABv4/6DnIwCUzrgA/s320/102346420.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5486322569150764274" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;timmy celebrationz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Wu43pLyCdhA/TCNVTLaqcqI/AAAAAAAABvw/bDVt9YjiWMY/s1600/102347013.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Wu43pLyCdhA/TCNVTLaqcqI/AAAAAAAABvw/bDVt9YjiWMY/s320/102347013.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5486322559037895330" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Y) (Y)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3625899327190763132-1452499489990670486?l=sandyrad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sandyrad.blogspot.com/feeds/1452499489990670486/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3625899327190763132&amp;postID=1452499489990670486&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3625899327190763132/posts/default/1452499489990670486'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3625899327190763132/posts/default/1452499489990670486'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sandyrad.blogspot.com/2010/06/socceroospam.html' title='socceroospam.'/><author><name>sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05388190983101039756</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_Wu43pLyCdhA/SFELUn4_rHI/AAAAAAAAARM/KvDJeI9DeLQ/S220/n726840685_914908_2134.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Wu43pLyCdhA/TCNVSMNkLTI/AAAAAAAABvo/gJNlRPAIFsg/s72-c/102346309.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3625899327190763132.post-506692890324193346</id><published>2010-06-15T02:40:00.002+10:00</published><updated>2010-06-15T02:43:14.674+10:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Wu43pLyCdhA/TBZbtRrqn-I/AAAAAAAABuI/UfyPAtX_fIw/s1600/IMG_8290.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Wu43pLyCdhA/TBZbtRrqn-I/AAAAAAAABuI/UfyPAtX_fIw/s320/IMG_8290.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5482670429768949730" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;http://eatsaralee.wordpress.com/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the lilychen &amp;amp; my new food blog.&lt;br /&gt;cause we're fatties.&lt;br /&gt;and like taking photos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we might be noob, but it's fun.&lt;br /&gt;and life has to be fun sometimes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(photo taken when i went to the good food &amp;amp; wine show and saw gary and george from masterchef! aha i should upload those photos soon too..)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3625899327190763132-506692890324193346?l=sandyrad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sandyrad.blogspot.com/feeds/506692890324193346/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3625899327190763132&amp;postID=506692890324193346&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3625899327190763132/posts/default/506692890324193346'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3625899327190763132/posts/default/506692890324193346'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sandyrad.blogspot.com/2010/06/httpeatsaralee.html' title=''/><author><name>sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05388190983101039756</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_Wu43pLyCdhA/SFELUn4_rHI/AAAAAAAAARM/KvDJeI9DeLQ/S220/n726840685_914908_2134.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Wu43pLyCdhA/TBZbtRrqn-I/AAAAAAAABuI/UfyPAtX_fIw/s72-c/IMG_8290.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3625899327190763132.post-8355410734472002646</id><published>2010-06-14T23:31:00.007+10:00</published><updated>2010-06-15T01:23:02.792+10:00</updated><title type='text'>graduation.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;So I graduated..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To me this was a pretty big deal. Uni for me went way to quick and I feel like I never really got to experience what you're supposed to experience in uni. I only really enjoyed the last year of it.. and that in itself was too short due to placements and all that jazz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So graduating was kind of marking the real end to a chapter of my life that I felt like I never really got to live.. which was sad. On the bright side however, at least I graduated from something I love and brings me into a pretty awesome career.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was pretty proud (: And I guess it's these big milestones in life that you find out who really cares and bothers to make an effort to let you know they care.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So thanks loves for those who came and those who msged (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Wu43pLyCdhA/TBYxpcrpquI/AAAAAAAABtQ/a6WK4T5TQXQ/s1600/IMG_8424.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 134px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Wu43pLyCdhA/TBYxpcrpquI/AAAAAAAABtQ/a6WK4T5TQXQ/s200/IMG_8424.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5482624184513833698" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Wu43pLyCdhA/TBZF3L2tuzI/AAAAAAAABto/GAibzPauYh4/s1600/IMG_8466.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 134px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Wu43pLyCdhA/TBZF3L2tuzI/AAAAAAAABto/GAibzPauYh4/s200/IMG_8466.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5482646410747558706" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Wu43pLyCdhA/TBYwNoRZItI/AAAAAAAABtI/ukWSo2zya-M/s1600/IMG_8437.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 134px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Wu43pLyCdhA/TBYwNoRZItI/AAAAAAAABtI/ukWSo2zya-M/s200/IMG_8437.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5482622607076958930" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Wu43pLyCdhA/TBYwM7wJ_oI/AAAAAAAABtA/NAua7zxYPso/s1600/IMG_8429.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 134px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Wu43pLyCdhA/TBYwM7wJ_oI/AAAAAAAABtA/NAua7zxYPso/s200/IMG_8429.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5482622595126394498" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sabrina; Catono; Johnjohn; Li O__o&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And those that endured the whole ceremony X)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Wu43pLyCdhA/TBZHH0sCgKI/AAAAAAAABt4/6NDjystkzGk/s1600/IMG_8554.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Wu43pLyCdhA/TBZHH0sCgKI/AAAAAAAABt4/6NDjystkzGk/s320/IMG_8554.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5482647796098171042" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My cousin, Suwii (who came straight from clinics) and the Dermawan ♥&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My parents who had to endure the whole threee years of tantrums and early mornings and last minute assignment editting and driving me to the bus stop cause I like sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Wu43pLyCdhA/TBZHHAIU6jI/AAAAAAAABtw/vTazLDT6C9s/s1600/IMG_8435.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Wu43pLyCdhA/TBZHHAIU6jI/AAAAAAAABtw/vTazLDT6C9s/s320/IMG_8435.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5482647781989739058" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And of course, those that made the last year amazing!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Wu43pLyCdhA/TBZHIcmQE8I/AAAAAAAABuA/p__AlLfduSI/s1600/30931_405329314094_647109094_4160352_4274582_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Wu43pLyCdhA/TBZHIcmQE8I/AAAAAAAABuA/p__AlLfduSI/s320/30931_405329314094_647109094_4160352_4274582_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5482647806811313090" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love you guys!!&lt;br /&gt;(Awaiting the professional photo which had all of us in it (: )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3625899327190763132-8355410734472002646?l=sandyrad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sandyrad.blogspot.com/feeds/8355410734472002646/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3625899327190763132&amp;postID=8355410734472002646&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3625899327190763132/posts/default/8355410734472002646'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3625899327190763132/posts/default/8355410734472002646'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sandyrad.blogspot.com/2010/06/graduation.html' title='graduation.'/><author><name>sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05388190983101039756</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_Wu43pLyCdhA/SFELUn4_rHI/AAAAAAAAARM/KvDJeI9DeLQ/S220/n726840685_914908_2134.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Wu43pLyCdhA/TBYxpcrpquI/AAAAAAAABtQ/a6WK4T5TQXQ/s72-c/IMG_8424.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3625899327190763132.post-7749238637459853977</id><published>2010-06-03T01:37:00.001+10:00</published><updated>2010-06-03T01:39:48.416+10:00</updated><title type='text'>june 8th</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;All graduating students must wear full academic dress – black gown,  black trencher/bonnet and the appropriate hood/stole for your award.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Your Academic Regalia will be ordered upon payment of the Graduation  fee. Sizing is not required as gowning professionals provide all sizes  on the day.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Dress code at graduation ceremonies is smart. We suggest you wear an  appropriate seasonal outfit, keeping in mind the weather on the day and  that the gowns are quite warm.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Attire that is not suitable includes:&lt;/p&gt; &lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Jeans  &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Singlets  &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Thongs (and similar footwear)  &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Runners/Joggers  &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Shorts &lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt; &lt;p&gt;The length of the gown is below the knee so female graduands that  wear knee dresses knee length or shorter will often appear to the  audience as though they are only wearing the gown.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Graduands will need to negotiate stairs during the presentation and  therefore very high heels can be problematic.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;The hoods (faculty colours) worn by Bachelor, Masters and Doctoral  graduands can often be difficult to hold in place. Most hoods have a  loop that can be slipped over a button on a buttoned shirt to assist  holding it in place.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;We also recommend a simple hairstyle that will accommodate wearing  your trencher (graduation hat), which is close-fitting.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;h3 id="colours"&gt;Faculty Colours&lt;/h3&gt;  &lt;table class="border"&gt;&lt;thead&gt; &lt;tr&gt; &lt;th&gt;Faculty&lt;/th&gt; &lt;th&gt;Colour Name&lt;/th&gt; &lt;th&gt;Approximate Shade&lt;/th&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/thead&gt; &lt;tbody&gt; &lt;tr&gt; &lt;th&gt;Faculty of Arts and Sciences&lt;/th&gt; &lt;td&gt;Spectrum Blue&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td style="background-color: rgb(0, 51, 255);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr&gt; &lt;th&gt;Faculty of Education&lt;/th&gt; &lt;td&gt;Malachite Green&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td style="background-color: rgb(51, 153, 102);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr&gt; &lt;th&gt;Faculty of Health Sciences&lt;/th&gt; &lt;td&gt;Peach&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td style="background-color: rgb(255, 204, 153);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HILARIOUS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JUNE 8th. Ceremony starts at 5.30. Come and take pictures with me from 2-4pm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BE THERE OR BE HEXAGON.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3625899327190763132-7749238637459853977?l=sandyrad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sandyrad.blogspot.com/feeds/7749238637459853977/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3625899327190763132&amp;postID=7749238637459853977&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3625899327190763132/posts/default/7749238637459853977'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3625899327190763132/posts/default/7749238637459853977'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sandyrad.blogspot.com/2010/06/june-8th.html' title='june 8th'/><author><name>sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05388190983101039756</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_Wu43pLyCdhA/SFELUn4_rHI/AAAAAAAAARM/KvDJeI9DeLQ/S220/n726840685_914908_2134.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3625899327190763132.post-3415597228687383401</id><published>2010-06-03T00:22:00.002+10:00</published><updated>2010-06-03T00:47:53.955+10:00</updated><title type='text'>aloof</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;I'm not really good with words.. which is why I probably don't blog as much as I should. I just can't seem to get my thoughts out in words. I read this the other day on a blog of a fellow &lt;a href="http://users.livejournal.com/____aloof/"&gt;Sarah&lt;/a&gt; of whom I stalk regardly. She kinda just took the words out of my head and eloquently shared them onto the interwebz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;I've editted bits out ofc. Here we go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;This is what I’ve really learned this  year. Relationships are so important but so &lt;s&gt;f***ing&lt;/s&gt; scary. People walk  in and out of yours lives every day and sitting back and taking it as  people you love leave, people you could’ve loved won’t listen, and the  people you need disappear is such a burden of humanity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Maybe I think  about “change” too much. I really don’t like the idea of just leaving  everything behind. Changing places always means saying goodbye or at  least feeling like something is empty or missing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;I’m realizing that the only person I can count on is  myself. I don’t mean that in the sense that everybody else lets you  down. But you’re the only person you’ll see every day, every month,  every year. You can’t count that other people won’t change in ways that  seem strange or unappealing to you. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Everybody changes, and you can’t  expect people to change along with you. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Thoughts change, emotions  change, people change. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Our young lives are a rushing stream of  experiences, people, experiences, people, experiences, people. And we  can’t get off this ride as much as we wanted to. I feel sick sometimes,  sick that nobody will stick with me. We fall second and third and fourth  and sometimes don’t even make the countdown in terms of who people care  about most. I’ll never be a person’s number one. Even our families, or  closest friends value and tend to other relationships.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;I sometimes dream I could live in a world with no  goodbyes. But that’s just silly. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;We’re meant to move forward through our  lives. We’re meant to branch and reach and grow and travel and explore  and learn and change.&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;font-family:georgia;font-size:180%;"  &gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;Since starting full-time shift work, I feel like my life has completely changed. Even since celebrating my 21st, I've realised how far I've come from who I was last year. My network of close friends has frizzled from at least a dozen to two or three.. and even those relationships feel somewhat strained.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love my job, I love who it's making me become.. compassionate, confident, knowledgable, respectable, kind.. and the impact I'm making on people's lives (because it's not just about the patient, it's the patient's families that I care for as well..). I love it. I love the sense of satisfaction knowing that my life is dedicated for others and not just for making money for my own comforts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even thinking about not working for the next two weeks kind of makes me sad thinking about what I'm missing out on at work. On the other hand.. I LOVE SLEEP. I LOVE INTERNET. I LOVE GREYS ANATOMY. I LOVE BEING A BUM. So much captial letters.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yes, I will continue to enjoy my annual leave.. and hopefully use this time to catch up with a few people that have time to catch up with me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3625899327190763132-3415597228687383401?l=sandyrad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sandyrad.blogspot.com/feeds/3415597228687383401/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3625899327190763132&amp;postID=3415597228687383401&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3625899327190763132/posts/default/3415597228687383401'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3625899327190763132/posts/default/3415597228687383401'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sandyrad.blogspot.com/2010/06/aloof.html' title='aloof'/><author><name>sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05388190983101039756</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_Wu43pLyCdhA/SFELUn4_rHI/AAAAAAAAARM/KvDJeI9DeLQ/S220/n726840685_914908_2134.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3625899327190763132.post-8683624835336233126</id><published>2010-06-01T00:02:00.002+10:00</published><updated>2010-06-01T00:19:47.249+10:00</updated><title type='text'>suweng.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;for the only loyal reader of my blog,&lt;br /&gt;the soon to be qualified physiotherapist,&lt;br /&gt;the girl that made the t-ball team a mixed team,&lt;br /&gt;the other designated driver,&lt;br /&gt;the camwhore at the bus stop/the student room/the toilet/anywhere,&lt;br /&gt;the given by her grandmother pajama wearer,&lt;br /&gt;the one banana a day walking to dight ave companion,&lt;br /&gt;the lover of a certain chocolate sandwich biscuit,&lt;br /&gt;the loudest laugh and sigh from miles round,&lt;br /&gt;the artist behind the mutant bluebear,&lt;br /&gt;the woman to has had the same haircut for the past 21 years..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204); font-style: italic;font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;happy 21st birthday!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;just wanted to thank you for ..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Wu43pLyCdhA/TAPBsBiQvnI/AAAAAAAABsw/pmvP4H2Ik5o/s1600/n703168427_542868_3333.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 220px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Wu43pLyCdhA/TAPBsBiQvnI/AAAAAAAABsw/pmvP4H2Ik5o/s320/n703168427_542868_3333.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5477434533883199090" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the times in methods, and highschool that seems so long ago now, yet so fresh in our minds and our exact same vce subjects and borderline stalkerlike obsession with our teachers ..and our first photo together,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Wu43pLyCdhA/TAPBr95-IVI/AAAAAAAABso/w2DtR49HHiU/s1600/n703168427_806184_8841.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Wu43pLyCdhA/TAPBr95-IVI/AAAAAAAABso/w2DtR49HHiU/s320/n703168427_806184_8841.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5477434532908900690" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the first ever dandenong roadtrip and said roadtrip partners and all the drama that goes along with that LD and every other drama that comes and goes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Wu43pLyCdhA/TAPBrh0OvZI/AAAAAAAABsg/VXGV1jdbxp8/s1600/17465_282429417834_626832834_4488099_5877685_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Wu43pLyCdhA/TAPBrh0OvZI/AAAAAAAABsg/VXGV1jdbxp8/s320/17465_282429417834_626832834_4488099_5877685_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5477434525368630674" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the fob adventures and talking in fob accents and talking about fobs and getting interrupted by random old man on tram who eavvesdropped on our exisistentialistic conversations,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Wu43pLyCdhA/TAPBrV1XbHI/AAAAAAAABsY/xxd12x_HZWY/s1600/11837_215302675685_726840685_3788999_5984967_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Wu43pLyCdhA/TAPBrV1XbHI/AAAAAAAABsY/xxd12x_HZWY/s320/11837_215302675685_726840685_3788999_5984967_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5477434522152168562" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the fresh bebe coconuts and tuskerirriki d&amp;amp;ms and steps together towards independence and the scaryness along the way,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Wu43pLyCdhA/TAPBq0XRFhI/AAAAAAAABsQ/2it6vF9Nbug/s1600/9234_171222864828_837084828_3820309_2170064_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Wu43pLyCdhA/TAPBq0XRFhI/AAAAAAAABsQ/2it6vF9Nbug/s320/9234_171222864828_837084828_3820309_2170064_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5477434513167554066" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to crazy fun parties, groovimanderaaiyoyoyos, huggles, falling into people's arms and just fun filled times (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but mostly for those moments, seated outside your house/my house/ the park near linda's house in either one of RSL or TAZ listening to richard mercer and just talking, ranting, bitching, encouraging, laughing.. LOVING X) those are the moments that i cherish the most.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;su-wen ng, i love you more than any south-asian male&lt;br /&gt;and i give you permission to touch anytime you like X)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*MACROPHAGEEE*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3625899327190763132-8683624835336233126?l=sandyrad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sandyrad.blogspot.com/feeds/8683624835336233126/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3625899327190763132&amp;postID=8683624835336233126&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3625899327190763132/posts/default/8683624835336233126'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3625899327190763132/posts/default/8683624835336233126'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sandyrad.blogspot.com/2010/06/suweng.html' title='suweng.'/><author><name>sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05388190983101039756</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_Wu43pLyCdhA/SFELUn4_rHI/AAAAAAAAARM/KvDJeI9DeLQ/S220/n726840685_914908_2134.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Wu43pLyCdhA/TAPBsBiQvnI/AAAAAAAABsw/pmvP4H2Ik5o/s72-c/n703168427_542868_3333.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3625899327190763132.post-1469032950462331815</id><published>2010-05-16T23:58:00.001+10:00</published><updated>2010-05-17T00:00:34.141+10:00</updated><title type='text'>li's boyfriend.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;how old is srhwng turning on the 19th of May, 2010? (1 bonus mark)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;According  to the official information birthday published by Sarah Wong on  Facebook indicates her birthday is on the 19th of May [1]. However, no  further information is given on her actual birth year. An recent event  hosted by Sarah Wong titled &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;the twenty-first of sarah ♥ &lt;/span&gt;had  invited over 150 guests with further invitations extended to  "Partners/lovers/special friend" of the original 150 guests [2].  According to the information provided on the description of &lt;span style="font-family: 'lucida grande',tahoma,verdana,arial,sans-serif; font-size: 14px; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-weight: bold;"&gt;the  twenty-first of sarah ♥&lt;/span&gt; event had indicated she invited her  guests to celebrate "the momentous occasion that is my twenty-first  birthday" on Saturday, 1st of May 2010. Further photo evidence collected  by Dr. Catherine Cheah [3], a well respected optometrist, on the day of  the aforementioned event suggest it was indeed Sarah Wong's 21st  birthday [4] and not a public ploy to hoax her 150 guests. Thus, this  concludes Sarah Wong had celebrated her 21st birthday on the 1st of May  and will have another birthday on the 19th of May to celebrate her 22nd  birthday.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;References:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;[1] &lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/profile.php?id=703168427" target="_blank"&gt;http://www.facebook.com/&lt;wbr&gt;profile.php?id=703168427&lt;/a&gt;,  Sarah Wong's Facebook page (id=703168427)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;[2] &lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/?ref=logo#%21/event.php?eid=111498722211921" target="_blank"&gt;http://www.facebook.com/?&lt;wbr&gt;ref=logo#!/event.php?eid=&lt;wbr&gt;111498722211921&lt;/a&gt;,  the twenty-first of sarah event page on Facebook (Party - Cocktail  Party)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;[3] &lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/cmkcheah" target="_blank"&gt;http://www.facebook.com/&lt;wbr&gt;cmkcheah&lt;/a&gt;, Dr. Catherine  Cheah's Facebook page (cmkcheah: enough said)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;[4] &lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/profile.php?id=703168427&amp;amp;v=photos&amp;amp;so=40#%21/photo.php?pid=5282657&amp;amp;op=3&amp;amp;o=global&amp;amp;view=global&amp;amp;subj=703168427&amp;amp;id=626832834" target="_blank"&gt;http://www.facebook.com/&lt;wbr&gt;profile.php?id=703168427&amp;amp;v=&lt;wbr&gt;photos&amp;amp;so=40#!/photo.php?pid=&lt;wbr&gt;5282657&amp;amp;op=3&amp;amp;o=global&amp;amp;view=&lt;wbr&gt;global&amp;amp;subj=703168427&amp;amp;id=&lt;wbr&gt;626832834&lt;/a&gt;,  Photographic evidence gathered by Dr. Catherine Cheah (sarah's 21st: in  non-times-new-roman font)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Summary by Tsai, S. (2010)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3625899327190763132-1469032950462331815?l=sandyrad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sandyrad.blogspot.com/feeds/1469032950462331815/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3625899327190763132&amp;postID=1469032950462331815&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3625899327190763132/posts/default/1469032950462331815'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3625899327190763132/posts/default/1469032950462331815'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sandyrad.blogspot.com/2010/05/lis-boyfriend.html' title='li&apos;s boyfriend.'/><author><name>sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05388190983101039756</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_Wu43pLyCdhA/SFELUn4_rHI/AAAAAAAAARM/KvDJeI9DeLQ/S220/n726840685_914908_2134.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3625899327190763132.post-2351506800512862139</id><published>2010-05-15T02:28:00.003+10:00</published><updated>2010-05-15T02:50:29.600+10:00</updated><title type='text'>couughhsplatterrrgrahh</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;the cough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pathophysiology:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://journals.prous.com/journals/dnp/19981108/html/dn110480/images/Chapman2.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 513px;" src="http://journals.prous.com/journals/dnp/19981108/html/dn110480/images/Chapman2.gif" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;duration:&lt;br /&gt;past 3 days&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;type:&lt;br /&gt;both dry and chesty&lt;br /&gt;intermittent. coughing fits 4-5 times an hour. variable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;treatment:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.chineseherb.co.uk/images/health/NinJiomPeiPaKoa.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 216px; height: 209px;" src="http://www.chineseherb.co.uk/images/health/NinJiomPeiPaKoa.gif" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nin jiom&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;+&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://ecx.images-amazon.com/images/I/317OMt3p9hL._SL500_AA280_.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 321px; height: 321px;" src="http://ecx.images-amazon.com/images/I/317OMt3p9hL._SL500_AA280_.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cow&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;+&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Wu43pLyCdhA/S-18sRvoqRI/AAAAAAAABsI/DQxdAyvhstY/s1600/100515-023451.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Wu43pLyCdhA/S-18sRvoqRI/AAAAAAAABsI/DQxdAyvhstY/s320/100515-023451.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5471166222444308754" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;warm giodarno jacket&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;result:&lt;br /&gt;contemplating calling in sick tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;(or at least on tuesday night.. the day before my birthday X))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3625899327190763132-2351506800512862139?l=sandyrad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sandyrad.blogspot.com/feeds/2351506800512862139/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3625899327190763132&amp;postID=2351506800512862139&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3625899327190763132/posts/default/2351506800512862139'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3625899327190763132/posts/default/2351506800512862139'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sandyrad.blogspot.com/2010/05/couughhsplatterrrgrahh.html' title='couughhsplatterrrgrahh'/><author><name>sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05388190983101039756</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_Wu43pLyCdhA/SFELUn4_rHI/AAAAAAAAARM/KvDJeI9DeLQ/S220/n726840685_914908_2134.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Wu43pLyCdhA/S-18sRvoqRI/AAAAAAAABsI/DQxdAyvhstY/s72-c/100515-023451.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3625899327190763132.post-3779022275257862762</id><published>2010-05-14T13:24:00.001+10:00</published><updated>2010-05-14T13:36:24.041+10:00</updated><title type='text'>When Five Fell</title><content type='html'>&lt;object style="background-image: url(&amp;quot;http://i1.ytimg.com/vi/pSrXMFcQ4dY/hqdefault.jpg&amp;quot;);" height="295" width="480"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/pSrXMFcQ4dY&amp;amp;hl=en_GB&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/pSrXMFcQ4dY&amp;amp;hl=en_GB&amp;amp;fs=1" allowscriptaccess="never" allowfullscreen="true" wmode="transparent" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" height="295" width="480"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The Objects&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Can the things we love, love us back just the same?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://wongfuproductions.com/web/wp-content/uploads/2010/05/glassess.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 350px; height: 196px;" class="alignnone size-medium wp-image-4306" title="glassess" src="http://wongfuproductions.com/web/wp-content/uploads/2010/05/glassess-300x168.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Glasses&lt;/strong&gt; (David Choi – &lt;em&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.davidchoimusic.com/"&gt;davidchoimusic.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/em&gt;) – The  glasses represent sight. In a relationship, there are times when our one  desire is to share with the other person. We hope to offer a new  perspective. To learn and grow from each other in that way. To show the  world. Unfortunately, nothing stays clear forever. Many things can blind  us: jealousy, doubt, overthinking, and ironically, comfort.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://wongfuproductions.com/web/wp-content/uploads/2010/05/phonee.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 350px; height: 198px;" class="alignnone size-medium wp-image-4307" title="phonee" src="http://wongfuproductions.com/web/wp-content/uploads/2010/05/phonee-300x168.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Telephone&lt;/strong&gt; (Bobby Choy – &lt;em&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.bigphonymusic.com/"&gt;bigphonymusic.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/em&gt;) – The  phone represents hearing. Relationships can’t exist without listening  and communication. Sometimes, circumstances prevent people from  communicating face to face. That distance greatly effects them. We hear  about experiences when what we really want is to live them. Words can  only go so far. The phone is interesting because it is constantly  eavesdropping on our talks. What would that feel like? To always be  talked to but never the subject of conversation. It must hurt to be so  unknowingly ignored.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://wongfuproductions.com/web/wp-content/uploads/2010/05/umbrella.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 350px; height: 196px;" class="alignnone size-medium wp-image-4308" title="umbrella" src="http://wongfuproductions.com/web/wp-content/uploads/2010/05/umbrella-300x168.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Umbrella &lt;/strong&gt;(AJ Rafael – &lt;em&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.myspace.com/ajrafael"&gt;myspace.com/ajrafael&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;)&lt;/strong&gt;  – The umbrella represents touch. The very simple idea of being close  enough to touch someone. Physical contact. To be able to hold, cover,  protect. These are basic parts of a relationship we hope to fulfill.  Essentially an umbrella reflects occasional necessity. But who would  want that? To feel needed when it’s only convenient.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://wongfuproductions.com/web/wp-content/uploads/2010/05/scarff.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 351px; height: 197px;" class="alignnone size-medium wp-image-4309" title="scarff" src="http://wongfuproductions.com/web/wp-content/uploads/2010/05/scarff-300x168.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Scarf&lt;/strong&gt; (Paul Dateh – &lt;em&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.pauldateh.com/"&gt;pauldateh.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/em&gt;)  – The scarf represents smell. The intimacy of knowing someones scent is  very special. It’s a privelege that isn’t easily shared and is often  overlooked. It may sound ridiculous, but who are the people you can  identifty with smell? Most likely those that you are very close with.  People you have known for more than awhile. Also, scents can fade.  Physical contact carries and transfers a scent but when that contact  disappears, the scent is no longer.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://wongfuproductions.com/web/wp-content/uploads/2010/05/cupp.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 352px; height: 198px;" class="alignnone size-medium wp-image-4310" title="cupp" src="http://wongfuproductions.com/web/wp-content/uploads/2010/05/cupp-300x168.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cup &lt;/strong&gt;(Chris Dinh) – The cup represents taste. More specifically,  the cup represents a kiss. And a kiss is the most universal symbol of  love and affection. The fact that it describes a first kiss is even more  significant. A first kiss is innocent and naive. We cherish it as  though it will last forever. But when the cup is broken, the kiss is no  longer possible– just like a relationship.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;A pair of glasses that goes blind. A phone that resorts to  eavesdropping. An umbrella that longs to be held. A scarf that treasures  scent. A cup that wants to be kissed. These are the ways I tried to  personify the objects to show they fell in and out of love. Between the  five, viewers should be able to relate to different dimensions and roles  of a relationship. Whether it’s budding in the early stages, the  challenge of long distance, slowly fading feelings, or losing out to  someone else. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;----&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I've been waiting for this short by wongfuproductions to come out for the past year, since they posted the trailer.. that long ago. Which is fitting I guess.. because I wouldn't have truly understood the message behind the short until now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;In the past six months, I've learnt a lot. I've learnt that it's not all about me.. the meaning of compromise.. or selflessness and of the importance of trust. Relationships come and go.. and soon it becomes difficult to differentiate what's real and what's not. Feelings fade.. the euphoria of a new relationship eventually wanes into mediocrity and stagnation. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;What makes it real is how willing you are to make it work. It's the effort, the mutual resolution.. and the respect for one another to keep it going. But most importantly, its the simple moments that remind you of why you fell in the first place.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3625899327190763132-3779022275257862762?l=sandyrad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sandyrad.blogspot.com/feeds/3779022275257862762/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3625899327190763132&amp;postID=3779022275257862762&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3625899327190763132/posts/default/3779022275257862762'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3625899327190763132/posts/default/3779022275257862762'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sandyrad.blogspot.com/2010/05/when-five-fell.html' title='When Five Fell'/><author><name>sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05388190983101039756</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_Wu43pLyCdhA/SFELUn4_rHI/AAAAAAAAARM/KvDJeI9DeLQ/S220/n726840685_914908_2134.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3625899327190763132.post-1759013987019528318</id><published>2010-05-12T00:17:00.002+10:00</published><updated>2010-05-12T01:06:40.965+10:00</updated><title type='text'>birthday.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Wu43pLyCdhA/S-ltwD5IQwI/AAAAAAAABr4/1BtfHKpfcd0/s1600/29811_413551627834_626832834_5282679_6093388_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Wu43pLyCdhA/S-ltwD5IQwI/AAAAAAAABr4/1BtfHKpfcd0/s320/29811_413551627834_626832834_5282679_6093388_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5470023894864249602" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Wu43pLyCdhA/S-ltv03qB8I/AAAAAAAABrw/DUIOgGEAqrU/s1600/30315_391451815685_726840685_4708463_6785414_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Wu43pLyCdhA/S-ltv03qB8I/AAAAAAAABrw/DUIOgGEAqrU/s320/30315_391451815685_726840685_4708463_6785414_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5470023890831542210" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Wu43pLyCdhA/S-ltvVAZftI/AAAAAAAABro/zk1tL2VgTrE/s1600/30315_391254595685_726840685_4702389_3630335_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Wu43pLyCdhA/S-ltvVAZftI/AAAAAAAABro/zk1tL2VgTrE/s320/30315_391254595685_726840685_4702389_3630335_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5470023882278272722" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so my birthday was apparently a big deal.&lt;br /&gt;which is cool.&lt;br /&gt;but there's actually still another week to go til the real deal X)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;more plans:&lt;br /&gt;19th balwynz dinner&lt;br /&gt;29th uni dinner&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so yeah, it's totally my birthmonth. love it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(although yes, it's also suwii's. i love you you are sexy!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Wu43pLyCdhA/S-ltwUszW8I/AAAAAAAABsA/l3mVpDntFFs/s1600/30934_439986619828_837084828_5792532_975241_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Wu43pLyCdhA/S-ltwUszW8I/AAAAAAAABsA/l3mVpDntFFs/s320/30934_439986619828_837084828_5792532_975241_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5470023899375950786" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;let's go to su:t&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3625899327190763132-1759013987019528318?l=sandyrad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sandyrad.blogspot.com/feeds/1759013987019528318/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3625899327190763132&amp;postID=1759013987019528318&amp;isPopup=true' 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width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3625899327190763132.post-4746598739750127</id><published>2010-05-03T00:15:00.002+10:00</published><updated>2010-05-03T00:21:00.734+10:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Nandaaaaaaaaa says:&lt;br /&gt;i knows foo&lt;br /&gt;:P&lt;br /&gt;i give you&lt;br /&gt;REAL LAPTOP&lt;br /&gt;sarah ♫ says:&lt;br /&gt;ahaha&lt;br /&gt;IS IT&lt;br /&gt;I HAVENT OPENEDD YETT&lt;br /&gt;?&lt;br /&gt;MEBE JUST A BOX WITH DELL ON IT&lt;br /&gt;Nandaaaaaaaaa says:&lt;br /&gt;actuallly&lt;br /&gt;just&lt;br /&gt;a&lt;br /&gt;CARDBOARD BOX&lt;br /&gt;minus big fish&lt;br /&gt;and small fish&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-sjc1/hs586.snc3/30934_440050004828_837084828_5794695_863250_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 250px;" src="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-sjc1/hs586.snc3/30934_440050004828_837084828_5794695_863250_n.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i loves birthdays (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;more epic post coming X)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3625899327190763132-4746598739750127?l=sandyrad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sandyrad.blogspot.com/feeds/4746598739750127/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3625899327190763132&amp;postID=4746598739750127&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3625899327190763132/posts/default/4746598739750127'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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had time to do a lot of things.. it's taking time to get used to shift/weekend work X)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and thus! days off and events are very rare and very special.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;upcoming&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;16/4 &lt;/span&gt;graduate study day. getting paid to listen to lectures and study X) and i see amyahn and dorcasss :)&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17/4&lt;/span&gt; janeytimee and the last song plspls.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;18-22/4&lt;/span&gt; 5 days straight of works&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;22/4&lt;/span&gt; switchfooot at billboards&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;23-24/4&lt;/span&gt; torquay for janey's birthday&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;24/4&lt;/span&gt; janey's birthday&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;1/5&lt;/span&gt; my 21st birthday partyyyyyyy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;19/5&lt;/span&gt; my 21st birthdayday&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;24/5&lt;/span&gt; socceroos vs. newzealand maatch&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;28/5 &lt;/span&gt;suwii's birthday :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;likes this.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3625899327190763132-5384272137457911195?l=sandyrad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sandyrad.blogspot.com/feeds/5384272137457911195/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3625899327190763132&amp;postID=5384272137457911195&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3625899327190763132/posts/default/5384272137457911195'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3625899327190763132/posts/default/5384272137457911195'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sandyrad.blogspot.com/2010/04/excites.html' title='excites.'/><author><name>sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05388190983101039756</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_Wu43pLyCdhA/SFELUn4_rHI/AAAAAAAAARM/KvDJeI9DeLQ/S220/n726840685_914908_2134.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3625899327190763132.post-8490407333402336098</id><published>2010-04-13T20:06:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2010-04-13T20:10:45.596+10:00</updated><title type='text'>mlia.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Wu43pLyCdhA/S8RC9AhpvvI/AAAAAAAABrg/DneUo9xBIUo/s1600/IMG_7812.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Wu43pLyCdhA/S8RC9AhpvvI/AAAAAAAABrg/DneUo9xBIUo/s320/IMG_7812.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5459562264160485106" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;love loves this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my life is awesome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3625899327190763132-8490407333402336098?l=sandyrad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sandyrad.blogspot.com/feeds/8490407333402336098/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3625899327190763132.post-7163917214214275600</id><published>2010-04-13T00:04:00.004+10:00</published><updated>2010-04-13T00:21:23.235+10:00</updated><title type='text'>different names for the same thing.</title><content type='html'>i'm actually starting to really enjoy work :) it's the 5th week and the appraisal is due next week. i've just done mine today with my newly discovered preceptor and i'm anxious to see what she writes.. because i think i've improved tremendously in the last two weeks or so :) i feel like part of the ward, the staff are all lovely, the patients are gorgeous if they're not demented and i feel like i might actually have something to contribute to the betterment of society.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i say again, i'm actually starting to enjoy work :) life is looking up :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3625899327190763132-7163917214214275600?l=sandyrad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sandyrad.blogspot.com/feeds/7163917214214275600/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3625899327190763132&amp;postID=7163917214214275600&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3625899327190763132/posts/default/7163917214214275600'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3625899327190763132/posts/default/7163917214214275600'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sandyrad.blogspot.com/2010/04/different-names-for-same-thing.html' title='different names for the same thing.'/><author><name>sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05388190983101039756</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_Wu43pLyCdhA/SFELUn4_rHI/AAAAAAAAARM/KvDJeI9DeLQ/S220/n726840685_914908_2134.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3625899327190763132.post-7378881389768848782</id><published>2010-04-09T09:44:00.003+10:00</published><updated>2010-04-09T10:14:48.490+10:00</updated><title type='text'>saturate.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Like a fire shut up in my bones&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I want the world to know&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are God&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With a passion burning deep within&lt;br /&gt;I want the world to know&lt;br /&gt;That You live&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Let Your presence come and saturate&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Every part of me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Make me new&lt;br /&gt;Let Your Spirit come and move within&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Fill me once again&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I need more&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jesus I'm desperate for You&lt;br /&gt;Jesus I'm hungry for You&lt;br /&gt;Jesus I'm longing for You&lt;br /&gt;Lord You are, all I want&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Come like a flood&lt;br /&gt;And saturate me now&lt;br /&gt;You're all I want&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Come like the wind&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;And sweep throughout this place&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;You're all we want.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So shakersconference is/was this week. I got to go to 1.5 sessions despite work.. and it was definitely worth it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've grown up in church, I've known of this God my whole existence and that fact is divine FAVOUR that has been put on my life. I've always known Him to be real, even as a kid.. I always looked up to the grown ups who praised with their hands lifted up and wish the kids around me could do that too.. thinking that that next level of worship was only for the grown ups. I could always feel His presence even from a young age.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was in year 8 when I truly started to understand the significance and reality of this God that my parents had dedicated their lives to. I found Him real for myself. I was on fire, I was passionate, I raised my hands when no one else my age did. I jumped around like crazy. It was the first love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, 8 years later.. I'm here. After so many hurts and disappointments and just the mundanity of life.. I've lost that fire. I remember being that teenager and seeing my leaders skip conference and being appalled by their lack to enthusiasm. But now I'm the leader.. so what kind of example am I setting?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We really need to get back to the place of our first love. That passion  that you just can't contain. That's the passion you see at shakers conference. The other night I was praising and going crazy.. and for a moment opened my eyes and saw the thousands of young people just abandoned in praise. I saw young people reaching that high and connecting with their creator.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think there's a balance. I'm not that teenager anymore, but that  doesn't mean we can't be passionate. We need to start edging on the next  generation to reach those highs and start stirring up that passion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want that passion that feels like a fire shut up in my bones. Saturate me.&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3625899327190763132-7378881389768848782?l=sandyrad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sandyrad.blogspot.com/feeds/7378881389768848782/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3625899327190763132&amp;postID=7378881389768848782&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3625899327190763132/posts/default/7378881389768848782'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3625899327190763132/posts/default/7378881389768848782'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sandyrad.blogspot.com/2010/04/saturate.html' title='saturate.'/><author><name>sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05388190983101039756</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_Wu43pLyCdhA/SFELUn4_rHI/AAAAAAAAARM/KvDJeI9DeLQ/S220/n726840685_914908_2134.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3625899327190763132.post-4352515932175097208</id><published>2010-04-01T10:45:00.001+11:00</published><updated>2010-04-01T10:47:13.577+11:00</updated><title type='text'>RT @karencheng</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="postmetadata"&gt;Category : &lt;a href="http://www.karencheng.com.au/category/daily/" title="View all  posts in Daily Living" rel="category tag"&gt;Daily Living&lt;/a&gt;            &lt;/div&gt;       &lt;p&gt;&lt;a title="Mosters Comic by Karen Cheng, on  Flickr" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/karencheng/4468650285/"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4006/4468650285_2bf35cc2cd_o.jpg" alt="Mosters Comic" height="300" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;My almost 7 year old has been secretly making a comic series, and the  other day, he revealed his work in progress to me.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;I thought it was the coolest thing ever! I was so impressed with the  consistency of his cover designs and drawings. It was all inspired by  Star Wars, of course.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;But he was gutted (very disappointed) when I mentioned that he had  spelled MONSTERS wrong.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;So he decided that “MOSTERS” was the name of the alien race.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a title="Monters Comic by Karen Cheng, on Flickr" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/karencheng/4469427228/"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4067/4469427228_cafaed2d33_o.jpg" alt="Monters Comic" height="300" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;-----------&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I WANT TO BE KAREN CHENG. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Yes, my life is that dull that I need to reblog other people's lives.&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/3625899327190763132-4352515932175097208?l=sandyrad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sandyrad.blogspot.com/feeds/4352515932175097208/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3625899327190763132&amp;postID=4352515932175097208&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3625899327190763132/posts/default/4352515932175097208'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3625899327190763132/posts/default/4352515932175097208'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sandyrad.blogspot.com/2010/04/rt-karencheng.html' title='RT @karencheng'/><author><name>sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05388190983101039756</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_Wu43pLyCdhA/SFELUn4_rHI/AAAAAAAAARM/KvDJeI9DeLQ/S220/n726840685_914908_2134.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3625899327190763132.post-3541966912017196907</id><published>2010-04-01T09:54:00.002+11:00</published><updated>2010-04-01T10:02:09.643+11:00</updated><title type='text'>gabe bondoc &amp;hearts</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote class="medium"&gt;You’ve worked very hard to be the person  you’ve become. Do NOT let ANYONE, under ANY circumstances, make you feel  you’re ANY less than you KNOW you are. ‘Self-worth’ is as important as  it sounds.&lt;/blockquote&gt;      &lt;div style="text-align: right;" class="copy"&gt;— Note to self.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote class="short"&gt;Your heart was made to be trusted.. as it is  equally as strong as it is fragile.&lt;/blockquote&gt;      &lt;div class="copy"&gt;— Note to self.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://c3.ac-images.myspacecdn.com/images02/151/l_96d78bdecdd54776aee54b11ba00fc9a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 334px; height: 499px;" src="http://c3.ac-images.myspacecdn.com/images02/151/l_96d78bdecdd54776aee54b11ba00fc9a.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=yUZhQoiF3RU&lt;br /&gt;http://gabebondoc.tumblr.com/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3625899327190763132-3541966912017196907?l=sandyrad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sandyrad.blogspot.com/feeds/3541966912017196907/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3625899327190763132&amp;postID=3541966912017196907&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3625899327190763132/posts/default/3541966912017196907'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3625899327190763132/posts/default/3541966912017196907'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sandyrad.blogspot.com/2010/04/gabe-bondoc.html' title='gabe bondoc &amp;hearts'/><author><name>sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05388190983101039756</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_Wu43pLyCdhA/SFELUn4_rHI/AAAAAAAAARM/KvDJeI9DeLQ/S220/n726840685_914908_2134.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3625899327190763132.post-6992582195942063634</id><published>2010-04-01T01:05:00.001+11:00</published><updated>2010-04-01T01:06:56.634+11:00</updated><title type='text'>quack</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Wu43pLyCdhA/S7NWzGnWIjI/AAAAAAAABrY/ozAZQhklIsk/s1600/IMG_0679.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Wu43pLyCdhA/S7NWzGnWIjI/AAAAAAAABrY/ozAZQhklIsk/s320/IMG_0679.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5454799009624760882" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;also i quite like mini-cupcakes from the cupcake factory&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;♥ ♥&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3625899327190763132-6992582195942063634?l=sandyrad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sandyrad.blogspot.com/feeds/6992582195942063634/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3625899327190763132&amp;postID=6992582195942063634&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3625899327190763132/posts/default/6992582195942063634'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3625899327190763132/posts/default/6992582195942063634'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sandyrad.blogspot.com/2010/04/quack.html' title='quack'/><author><name>sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05388190983101039756</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_Wu43pLyCdhA/SFELUn4_rHI/AAAAAAAAARM/KvDJeI9DeLQ/S220/n726840685_914908_2134.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Wu43pLyCdhA/S7NWzGnWIjI/AAAAAAAABrY/ozAZQhklIsk/s72-c/IMG_0679.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3625899327190763132.post-5063874413737126480</id><published>2010-04-01T00:25:00.004+11:00</published><updated>2010-04-01T01:03:05.052+11:00</updated><title type='text'>the update. prn. x2</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;so the weekend. aka the monday night - wednesday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;monday night&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;angus &amp;amp; halfpipe &amp;amp; robert pattison&lt;br /&gt;dondon &amp;amp; greys anatomy &amp;amp; gilmore girls&lt;br /&gt;milo dinosaur&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Wu43pLyCdhA/S7NS2yJYs3I/AAAAAAAABq4/guXTsW4uhWU/s1600/IMG_0709.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Wu43pLyCdhA/S7NS2yJYs3I/AAAAAAAABq4/guXTsW4uhWU/s320/IMG_0709.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5454794674803356530" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;tuesday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;coconut house&lt;br /&gt;the first shopping spree of janeyrah = &gt; $200 = 2 bags + 1 checked jacket + 1 checked shirt + 1 bra + 1 pair of hot pink undies + 1 scarf + 7 tops + 2 cardigans + 3 jumpers + 2 matching cow pants + 1 very lazy man shorts + 1 towel + 3 bionicles&lt;br /&gt;indoliciousss&lt;br /&gt;cow pants&lt;br /&gt;justin ho&lt;br /&gt;BIONICLES. then GIANT BIONICLES.&lt;br /&gt;impromptu green zone.&lt;br /&gt;more cow pants and same bed.&lt;br /&gt;toesocks&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Wu43pLyCdhA/S7NTkvkKTvI/AAAAAAAABrA/Gu5aHH-0nzM/s1600/IMG_0717.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Wu43pLyCdhA/S7NTkvkKTvI/AAAAAAAABrA/Gu5aHH-0nzM/s320/IMG_0717.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5454795464384335602" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Wu43pLyCdhA/S7NTkzACUhI/AAAAAAAABrI/FBklbjrI9ps/s1600/IMG_0726.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Wu43pLyCdhA/S7NTkzACUhI/AAAAAAAABrI/FBklbjrI9ps/s320/IMG_0726.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5454795465306558994" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;wednesday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;greys anatomy&lt;br /&gt;indians and shoppo and 307&lt;br /&gt;rejected from st v's all over again&lt;br /&gt;winter melon tea&lt;br /&gt;sleeping on the grass ♥&lt;br /&gt;LORD OF THE RINGS : THE FELLOWSHIP OF THE RING&lt;br /&gt;in the cinema again after 9 years&lt;br /&gt;me &amp;amp; my brother reliving the fandom&lt;br /&gt;$12 steak from crown&lt;br /&gt;coming home and more fandomz&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Wu43pLyCdhA/S7NTlX_frbI/AAAAAAAABrQ/9OETc5eFUSI/s1600/IMG_0732.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Wu43pLyCdhA/S7NTlX_frbI/AAAAAAAABrQ/9OETc5eFUSI/s320/IMG_0732.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5454795475236400562" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3625899327190763132-5063874413737126480?l=sandyrad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sandyrad.blogspot.com/feeds/5063874413737126480/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3625899327190763132&amp;postID=5063874413737126480&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3625899327190763132/posts/default/5063874413737126480'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3625899327190763132/posts/default/5063874413737126480'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sandyrad.blogspot.com/2010/04/update-prn-x2.html' title='the update. prn. x2'/><author><name>sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05388190983101039756</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_Wu43pLyCdhA/SFELUn4_rHI/AAAAAAAAARM/KvDJeI9DeLQ/S220/n726840685_914908_2134.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Wu43pLyCdhA/S7NS2yJYs3I/AAAAAAAABq4/guXTsW4uhWU/s72-c/IMG_0709.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3625899327190763132.post-848310035068153331</id><published>2010-03-31T22:49:00.005+11:00</published><updated>2010-04-01T00:16:53.472+11:00</updated><title type='text'>the update. prn.</title><content type='html'>so i haven't used the internet properly for over a week because 1. i've been working and 2. we've been capped so the internet is incredibly slow and thus i ceebs. so right now, the only thing that doesn't require much refreshing of pages is indeed to write a blogpost. so here we go!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;work&lt;/span&gt;. the biggest struggle/ challenge/ test that i'm facing right now. it's a scary thought going to work not knowing what to expect. i think the whole mortality aspect is all a bit too much for me to handle right now at this age. being the person that is the last to touch, to talk, to care for someone in their last hours is an honour but definitely something that impacts your spirit and sense of self, sense of mortality.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that, and the whole responsibility shazam that every job has: being the employee, being accountable to a boss, the performance appraisals, feeling like you have to prove your competence.. is all a little much to handle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;saying that though, i think i'm getting into the swing of things. three fobby nursing students came in on monday and i showed them around the ward, taught them a few things and loved it. education is def. one of my possible career paths :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;life.&lt;/span&gt; so today i had another one of my life evaluations and the familiar sinking feeling in my heart set in. toward the end of last year, i had my dream life set out in front of me.. and in two weeks.. that dream was dashed.. and i was crushed. right now, i still don't think i've gotten over that yet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today i walked around and thought about the life that i had wanted, i walked around and reminisced about my old life, walked around and just took in everything. i feel like a different person from where i was just 4 months ago.. more grown up i guess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think part of maturing is to stop being so idealistic, so naive.. but i think true maturity is to draw the line between being too naive and but still staying optimistic. i know in my head that all these things happened for a reason and the path i'm on now is better.. but a part of me still doesn't understand why things didn't go to plan and why i didn't get my dream.. was it just because He didn't want me to? or was it because i just wasn't good enough?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;people.&lt;/span&gt; because of work and because i'm a socially retardedhead, i feel like i'm completely falling out of the social world. i'm struggling with work and i don't think people understand.. or actually even care how i'm doing. subconciously, i'm shutting people out, withdrawing from people.. and i dont think anyone even realises it. right now, i only trust a selected few.. and i know everyone has their problems and a lot of people's problems are bigger than mine.. but i right now i only care about those who actually care about me. i know it can get exhausting, i've been there, i've been the friend who has to constantly care for the other.. i think that i deserve that in return.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;disclaimer.&lt;/span&gt; so yes, these are just a little possibly over-exaggerated thoughts in my head at the moment. just a few determinant factors of my recent dark cloud of a person i have become. i think i'll start a new post on more positive things, cause it hasn't been all gloom and doom .. or dhoom2. brb.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3625899327190763132-848310035068153331?l=sandyrad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sandyrad.blogspot.com/feeds/848310035068153331/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3625899327190763132&amp;postID=848310035068153331&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3625899327190763132/posts/default/848310035068153331'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3625899327190763132/posts/default/848310035068153331'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sandyrad.blogspot.com/2010/03/update-prn.html' title='the update. prn.'/><author><name>sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05388190983101039756</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_Wu43pLyCdhA/SFELUn4_rHI/AAAAAAAAARM/KvDJeI9DeLQ/S220/n726840685_914908_2134.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3625899327190763132.post-2782186750732167307</id><published>2010-03-23T00:55:00.001+11:00</published><updated>2010-03-23T00:55:38.999+11:00</updated><title type='text'>stillmotion</title><content type='html'>http://vimeo.com/user403001/videos&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i could spend all night watching this. love it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3625899327190763132-2782186750732167307?l=sandyrad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sandyrad.blogspot.com/feeds/2782186750732167307/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3625899327190763132&amp;postID=2782186750732167307&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3625899327190763132/posts/default/2782186750732167307'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3625899327190763132/posts/default/2782186750732167307'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sandyrad.blogspot.com/2010/03/stillmotion.html' title='stillmotion'/><author><name>sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05388190983101039756</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_Wu43pLyCdhA/SFELUn4_rHI/AAAAAAAAARM/KvDJeI9DeLQ/S220/n726840685_914908_2134.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3625899327190763132.post-5429167386265883691</id><published>2010-03-21T22:31:00.002+11:00</published><updated>2010-03-21T22:34:25.382+11:00</updated><title type='text'>nutella</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.oncewed.com/wp-content/gallery/ainjil-chris/16.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 450px; height: 300px;" src="http://www.oncewed.com/wp-content/gallery/ainjil-chris/16.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.oncewed.com/wp-content/gallery/ainjil-chris/10.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 450px; height: 300px;" src="http://www.oncewed.com/wp-content/gallery/ainjil-chris/10.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay, enough wedding photos/blogs/website stalking for tonight&lt;br /&gt;to sleep i go :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;this week:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;early monday&lt;br /&gt;tuesday &amp;amp; wednesdays off&lt;br /&gt;thursday study day :D (yes, i get paid yay)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;my days are so messed up. X)&lt;br /&gt;someone do something fun with me this week :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3625899327190763132-5429167386265883691?l=sandyrad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sandyrad.blogspot.com/feeds/5429167386265883691/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3625899327190763132&amp;postID=5429167386265883691&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3625899327190763132/posts/default/5429167386265883691'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3625899327190763132/posts/default/5429167386265883691'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sandyrad.blogspot.com/2010/03/nutella.html' title='nutella'/><author><name>sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05388190983101039756</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_Wu43pLyCdhA/SFELUn4_rHI/AAAAAAAAARM/KvDJeI9DeLQ/S220/n726840685_914908_2134.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3625899327190763132.post-9103131124146792158</id><published>2010-03-17T10:17:00.003+11:00</published><updated>2010-03-17T10:21:03.862+11:00</updated><title type='text'>copypaste tidal wave.</title><content type='html'>I wish I could cross my arms&lt;br /&gt;And cross your mind 'cause I believe&lt;br /&gt;You'd  unfold your paper heart&lt;br /&gt;And wear it on your sleeve&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All my  life I wish I broke mirrors&lt;br /&gt;Instead of promises&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;'Cause all I see  is a shattered conscience&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Staring right back at me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish I  had covered all my tracks completely&lt;br /&gt;'Cause I'm so afraid&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Is that  the light at the far end of the tunnel&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Or just the train?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lift  your arms, only Heaven knows&lt;br /&gt;Where the danger grows and it's safe to  say&lt;br /&gt;There's a bright light up ahead&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;And help is on the way, help  is on the way&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I forget the last time I felt brave&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I just  recall insecurity&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;'Cause it came down like a tidal wave&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;And sorrow  swept over me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Depression, please cut to the chase&lt;br /&gt;And cut a  long story short&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Oh, please be done, how much longer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Can this  drama afford to run?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fate looks sharp, severs all my ties&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;And  breaks whatever doesn't bend&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;But sadly then, all my heavy hopes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Just  pull me back down again&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I forget the last time I felt brave&lt;br /&gt;I  just recall insecurity&lt;br /&gt;'Cause it came down like a tidal wave&lt;br /&gt;And  sorrow swept over me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I was given grace and love&lt;br /&gt;I was  blind but now I can see&lt;br /&gt;'Cause I found a new hope from above&lt;br /&gt;And  courage swept over me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;It hurts just to wake up&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Whenever you're  wearing thin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alone on the outside&lt;br /&gt;So tired of looking in&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The  end is uncertain&lt;br /&gt;And I've never been so afraid&lt;br /&gt;But I don't need a  telescope&lt;br /&gt;To see that there's hope&lt;br /&gt;And that makes me feel brave&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3625899327190763132-9103131124146792158?l=sandyrad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sandyrad.blogspot.com/feeds/9103131124146792158/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3625899327190763132&amp;postID=9103131124146792158&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3625899327190763132/posts/default/9103131124146792158'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3625899327190763132/posts/default/9103131124146792158'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sandyrad.blogspot.com/2010/03/copypaste-tidal-wave.html' title='copypaste tidal wave.'/><author><name>sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05388190983101039756</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_Wu43pLyCdhA/SFELUn4_rHI/AAAAAAAAARM/KvDJeI9DeLQ/S220/n726840685_914908_2134.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3625899327190763132.post-314681743286613590</id><published>2010-03-15T01:23:00.010+11:00</published><updated>2010-03-15T01:59:51.553+11:00</updated><title type='text'>maintaining the work-life balance.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Since the last post.&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Wednesday. &lt;/span&gt;The day-off 1.&lt;br /&gt;Sleepies , ACMI, Flipbooks, Balwyns, Cho gao, Lychee sohos, Alien encounters, Max brenners, Giant sundaes, ME WANTEMS THIS, hand gestures &amp;amp; 201 busrides&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Wu43pLyCdhA/S5zy_VzkwZI/AAAAAAAABpg/NzgXjdgeQwE/s1600-h/IMG_7269.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Wu43pLyCdhA/S5zy_VzkwZI/AAAAAAAABpg/NzgXjdgeQwE/s320/IMG_7269.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5448496819210600850" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Thursday. &lt;/span&gt;The day-off 2.&lt;br /&gt;Greysgreysgreys. Suwii's house. Suwii's exercice video. Mummy ng talking. Shoppo. JBHIFI. Snobbing off my nurseincharge. Pizza expresso with the impactleads. Missing out on Sabrina's birthday D: Came home and found the brother baking. Peanut butter and chocolate cookies. Nommmm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Wu43pLyCdhA/S5z0Nct6aaI/AAAAAAAABpw/tsUHLi_ljkE/s1600-h/IMG_0582.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Wu43pLyCdhA/S5z0Nct6aaI/AAAAAAAABpw/tsUHLi_ljkE/s320/IMG_0582.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5448498161095698850" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Wu43pLyCdhA/S5z0MXvzQ4I/AAAAAAAABpo/hOKK_p25ECM/s1600-h/IMG_7323.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Wu43pLyCdhA/S5z0MXvzQ4I/AAAAAAAABpo/hOKK_p25ECM/s320/IMG_7323.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5448498142581572482" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Friday.&lt;/span&gt; The first work day.&lt;br /&gt;Sleep. Work. Blood transfusions. Failed venepunctures. Crazy running around. Missing the train by like 10 seconds and waiting 30 mins for the next one. Tyrone's 21st. Fellow nurse talking with Julie. High school love with Bryan. Coronas. Cake stealing. Constanter ac fideliter to Tyroning. Slept over at Janey's. Princess Monoke.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Wu43pLyCdhA/S5z4zKxU3KI/AAAAAAAABqY/EPXlr38-8Ec/s1600-h/IMG_0587.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Wu43pLyCdhA/S5z4zKxU3KI/AAAAAAAABqY/EPXlr38-8Ec/s320/IMG_0587.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5448503207159717026" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Wu43pLyCdhA/S5z3LujeQOI/AAAAAAAABp4/9kdg0OZrs-E/s1600-h/IMG_0588.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Wu43pLyCdhA/S5z3LujeQOI/AAAAAAAABp4/9kdg0OZrs-E/s320/IMG_0588.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5448501430058893538" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Saturday.&lt;/span&gt; The second work day.&lt;br /&gt;Wake up from reality dream. Taking the Janey to indoschool. Breakfast hunting with John2. Kebabs &amp;amp; the office. Fridge transformations. Bubblecup and crepes and parks. Work. Had the first experience with a dead body. Cold. Went down to the morgue and felt sick D: Easy shift. Sunset dinner dates with patients. Besties patients.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Awesome parents driving me to city after shift to EVERMORE gig. I want to be a popsta.. pornstarr WHAT? Red and yellow Coronas. Talks. Camwhores. Evermore. Light surrounding you. Running. It's too late. Never let you go. Tonight's gonna be a good night. Pieface. IPHONE DROPPAGE when stealing jn's chips. Dermstalk. CAT'S REVELATION IN THE CAR - BEST. Last passenger talks with suwii :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Wu43pLyCdhA/S5z3M4ukYZI/AAAAAAAABqI/_IgfysBRUO4/s1600-h/IMG_0622+%2820%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Wu43pLyCdhA/S5z3M4ukYZI/AAAAAAAABqI/_IgfysBRUO4/s320/IMG_0622+%2820%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5448501449969656210" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Wu43pLyCdhA/S5z5LLEIGcI/AAAAAAAABqo/-fk3OJVI8aI/s1600-h/IMG_0631+%2826%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Wu43pLyCdhA/S5z5LLEIGcI/AAAAAAAABqo/-fk3OJVI8aI/s320/IMG_0631+%2826%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5448503619555432898" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Wu43pLyCdhA/S5z3MaLhIOI/AAAAAAAABqA/QeXkwDgS7XA/s1600-h/IMG_0598+%2813%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Wu43pLyCdhA/S5z3MaLhIOI/AAAAAAAABqA/QeXkwDgS7XA/s320/IMG_0598+%2813%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5448501441769578722" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Sunday.&lt;/span&gt; The third work day.&lt;br /&gt;Drove the brother to church. Picked up the janey, ida and dermawan from the city. Ate pies. Church. Driving to work. Work. Humming. Home. Interwebz catch-up. Photo commenting Blogging. Sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Wu43pLyCdhA/S5z3_cd5D7I/AAAAAAAABqQ/FW9iDrkqg8I/s1600-h/26112_10150125472725034_622995033_11315885_403136_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 199px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Wu43pLyCdhA/S5z3_cd5D7I/AAAAAAAABqQ/FW9iDrkqg8I/s320/26112_10150125472725034_622995033_11315885_403136_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5448502318556843954" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;.. and so I'm working tomorrow late and Tuesday early.. and it's my weekend again! I have Wednesday and Thursday off :) No plans yet.. besides a tentative balwyn dinner on Thursday. Mebe spontaneous mbro visit.. but we'll see :) Looking forward to it. Greys misses me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also. Death of my iphone's camera capabilities. SADFACE. Probs go to shoppo before work tomorrow and see if can fixies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Wu43pLyCdhA/S5z4zgpO2JI/AAAAAAAABqg/YyNy7d2yu1w/s1600-h/IMG_0651.png"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Wu43pLyCdhA/S5z4zgpO2JI/AAAAAAAABqg/YyNy7d2yu1w/s320/IMG_0651.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5448503213031348370" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HOW TO FIX. GAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH. Sif can live without photos srsly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3625899327190763132-314681743286613590?l=sandyrad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sandyrad.blogspot.com/feeds/314681743286613590/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3625899327190763132&amp;postID=314681743286613590&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3625899327190763132/posts/default/314681743286613590'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3625899327190763132/posts/default/314681743286613590'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sandyrad.blogspot.com/2010/03/maintaining-work-life-balance.html' title='maintaining the work-life balance.'/><author><name>sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05388190983101039756</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_Wu43pLyCdhA/SFELUn4_rHI/AAAAAAAAARM/KvDJeI9DeLQ/S220/n726840685_914908_2134.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Wu43pLyCdhA/S5zy_VzkwZI/AAAAAAAABpg/NzgXjdgeQwE/s72-c/IMG_7269.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3625899327190763132.post-2078653317743480446</id><published>2010-03-11T11:16:00.001+11:00</published><updated>2010-03-11T11:17:53.176+11:00</updated><title type='text'>birthdaysss.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Wu43pLyCdhA/S5g2jyNGhII/AAAAAAAABpY/8uZqeuo8Kfs/s1600-h/n703168427_129531_1794.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Wu43pLyCdhA/S5g2jyNGhII/AAAAAAAABpY/8uZqeuo8Kfs/s320/n703168427_129531_1794.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5447163737704662146" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;happy birthday sabrinaa and sarahhh :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3625899327190763132-2078653317743480446?l=sandyrad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sandyrad.blogspot.com/feeds/2078653317743480446/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3625899327190763132&amp;postID=2078653317743480446&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3625899327190763132/posts/default/2078653317743480446'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3625899327190763132/posts/default/2078653317743480446'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sandyrad.blogspot.com/2010/03/birthdaysss.html' title='birthdaysss.'/><author><name>sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05388190983101039756</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_Wu43pLyCdhA/SFELUn4_rHI/AAAAAAAAARM/KvDJeI9DeLQ/S220/n726840685_914908_2134.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Wu43pLyCdhA/S5g2jyNGhII/AAAAAAAABpY/8uZqeuo8Kfs/s72-c/n703168427_129531_1794.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3625899327190763132.post-3594585819919425088</id><published>2010-03-10T23:51:00.003+11:00</published><updated>2010-03-10T23:56:51.203+11:00</updated><title type='text'>the one.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;blue pill or the&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;a style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);" href="http://www.acmi.net.au/timeslice/Timeslice.htm?file=ts-20100310-826ad63ef7fe056ce704125483a443bc.flv"&gt;red pill&lt;/a&gt;?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cause who doesn't love a matrix reenactment?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(note: click the red pill)&lt;br /&gt;(here's the link to awesomeness if you are really that fail at clicking skills :D&lt;br /&gt;http://www.acmi.net.au/timeslice/Timeslice.htm?file=ts-20100310-826ad63ef7fe056ce704125483a443bc.flv)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3625899327190763132-3594585819919425088?l=sandyrad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sandyrad.blogspot.com/feeds/3594585819919425088/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3625899327190763132&amp;postID=3594585819919425088&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3625899327190763132/posts/default/3594585819919425088'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3625899327190763132/posts/default/3594585819919425088'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sandyrad.blogspot.com/2010/03/one.html' title='the one.'/><author><name>sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05388190983101039756</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_Wu43pLyCdhA/SFELUn4_rHI/AAAAAAAAARM/KvDJeI9DeLQ/S220/n726840685_914908_2134.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3625899327190763132.post-7357653472578594036</id><published>2010-03-10T12:06:00.003+11:00</published><updated>2010-03-10T12:10:19.893+11:00</updated><title type='text'>trying to keep afloat</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;TWO DAYS OFF.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;..after only two days at work. but hey, im working the weekend ok. pooface.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I've spent my whole morning catching up on the world that is the internet. Blogs. Facebook photos. Youtube. And I'm starting to realise that I haven't really missed that much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think the internet is one of those friends that you make when you're bored and lonely but ditch once you actually have a life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I kid. I heart you interwebZ.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, now to head out into the world and talk to real people. Seeeyazz.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3625899327190763132-7357653472578594036?l=sandyrad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sandyrad.blogspot.com/feeds/7357653472578594036/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3625899327190763132&amp;postID=7357653472578594036&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3625899327190763132/posts/default/7357653472578594036'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3625899327190763132/posts/default/7357653472578594036'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sandyrad.blogspot.com/2010/03/two-days-off.html' title='trying to keep afloat'/><author><name>sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05388190983101039756</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_Wu43pLyCdhA/SFELUn4_rHI/AAAAAAAAARM/KvDJeI9DeLQ/S220/n726840685_914908_2134.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3625899327190763132.post-4234587530711056061</id><published>2010-03-07T22:49:00.001+11:00</published><updated>2010-03-07T22:49:56.479+11:00</updated><title type='text'>upcomingss</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;this week&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; wednesday: balwyns meetup with the jn finally :)&lt;br /&gt;thursday: youthleaders dinner&lt;br /&gt;friday: tyrone's 21st of which i think i will princess leia it up for.&lt;br /&gt;saturday: evermoreeeeeee gig for catch's bday :D (yes, we are still  celebrating like 8 months later :D )&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3625899327190763132-4234587530711056061?l=sandyrad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sandyrad.blogspot.com/feeds/4234587530711056061/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3625899327190763132&amp;postID=4234587530711056061&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3625899327190763132/posts/default/4234587530711056061'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3625899327190763132/posts/default/4234587530711056061'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sandyrad.blogspot.com/2010/03/upcomingss.html' title='upcomingss'/><author><name>sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05388190983101039756</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_Wu43pLyCdhA/SFELUn4_rHI/AAAAAAAAARM/KvDJeI9DeLQ/S220/n726840685_914908_2134.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3625899327190763132.post-3648820663284248768</id><published>2010-03-07T22:04:00.003+11:00</published><updated>2010-03-07T22:52:23.532+11:00</updated><title type='text'>from the great unknown.</title><content type='html'>so i should be in bed by now because work is at 7am and i am exhausted.. but i thought i'd just delay a little and just update about the first week andd my life :) because sometimes venting is better therapy than sleep is. (also i don't get paid for another two weeks, so retail therapy will have to wait.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;so the first week.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the first two days were purely orientation, freee morning tea/lunch/afternoon tea and making new friends. yes, i have a new bestie now that i call sandra oh :D ahah yes, we both love greys anatomy. she's awesome. new friends = (y)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the next three days were on the ward. wednesday was actually pretty good :) we were just getting used to the ward and iuno not much was expected. but by the time friday came around, i felt like i was crumbling. all i wanted to do was hide away in my room and just cry. i am a emo child srsly. if i was someone else looking in, i would slap myself silly. but.. iuno this is how i feel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but yes. that fear hasn't really gone away yet. and tomorrow begins the first real week on my own without constant supervision. this is it. threee years of my lifeee has built up to this point. andd i should be asleep soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;so the last weekend&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;along with the whole new working thing is the shiftwork. which means, working early mornings, nights, weekends etc. so this last weekend was the last full weekend for the next two months of which i know my roster for D: but i think i spent it well :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;WEEKEND IN DOT POINTS BECAUSE I NEED TO SLP IN THE NEXT 15 MINUTES.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- after work eye apptment and i chose my glasssesssssss :D freaking pwnz.&lt;br /&gt;- impacttttttttttttt&lt;br /&gt;- supper til 2am for the birthday of the brother&lt;br /&gt;- sleeeep in and awaken to the hilarious happenings of the gc crew. i am still laughing.&lt;br /&gt;- the brother's birthday lunch at heide cafe vue. i finally took photos for the first time in like a month X) and the food/ ambiance was lovely. recommended (Y)&lt;br /&gt;- seeing ida and serene on the train ride and talks about dead arms and scaring small children sitting next to us&lt;br /&gt;- THE CRAZY WEATHER STORMM that meant being locked up in melbourne central borders o lol.&lt;br /&gt;- being rescued from the weather by the lees and watching sisters keeper while lovertime with the janey and babbit&lt;br /&gt;- steamboat with the unis and ranting and laughing and eating and eating and being comforted that i'm not that nooob X)&lt;br /&gt;- watched men who stare at goats with george clooney/ ewan mcgregor/ jedis and goast ofc. with $10 hoytstickets&lt;br /&gt;- return to the leehouse sleepover with princesss monoke and sleeping&lt;br /&gt;- waking early and washing my hair with no towel and the van ride to churchh&lt;br /&gt;- churchhhhhhhhh&lt;br /&gt;- kfc lunch with my 1 gay krush&lt;br /&gt;- indooor soccer and running with janeyida though i pwnz them cause i am pwnzing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;..anddd a much needed indomie, electric stove cooked dinner that now gives me enough :) to face tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3625899327190763132-3648820663284248768?l=sandyrad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sandyrad.blogspot.com/feeds/3648820663284248768/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3625899327190763132&amp;postID=3648820663284248768&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3625899327190763132/posts/default/3648820663284248768'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3625899327190763132/posts/default/3648820663284248768'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sandyrad.blogspot.com/2010/03/from-great-unknown.html' title='from the great unknown.'/><author><name>sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05388190983101039756</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_Wu43pLyCdhA/SFELUn4_rHI/AAAAAAAAARM/KvDJeI9DeLQ/S220/n726840685_914908_2134.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3625899327190763132.post-162988955974708103</id><published>2010-03-06T02:18:00.004+11:00</published><updated>2010-03-06T02:33:33.111+11:00</updated><title type='text'>dare you to moveeee</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Wu43pLyCdhA/S5EiqZo5kwI/AAAAAAAABpQ/akY51QEMQ6c/s1600-h/n750072052_586606_8961.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Wu43pLyCdhA/S5EiqZo5kwI/AAAAAAAABpQ/akY51QEMQ6c/s320/n750072052_586606_8961.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5445171536299922178" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-style: italic;"&gt;It was a beautiful letdown&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;When I crashed and burned&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I found myself alone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Unknown and hurt&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was a beautiful letdown&lt;br /&gt;The day I knew&lt;br /&gt;That all the riches this world had to offer me&lt;br /&gt;Would never do&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In a world full of bitter pain&lt;br /&gt;And bitter doubts&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I was trying so hard to fit in&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fit in, until I found out&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't belong here (I don't belong)&lt;br /&gt;I don't belong here (I don't belong)&lt;br /&gt;I will carry a cross and a song&lt;br /&gt;Where I don't belong&lt;br /&gt;I don't belong&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was a beautiful letdown&lt;br /&gt;When You found me here&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, for once in a rare blue moon&lt;br /&gt;I see everything clear&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll be a beautiful letdown&lt;br /&gt;That's what I'll forever be&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;And though it may cost my soul&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll sing for free&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We're still chasing our tails&lt;br /&gt;In the rising sun&lt;br /&gt;In our dark water planet still spinning&lt;br /&gt;In a direction no one wins&lt;br /&gt;No one's won.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See, I don't belong here&lt;br /&gt;Well, I don't belong here, I don't belong&lt;br /&gt;I will carry a cross&lt;br /&gt;With a song where I don't belong&lt;br /&gt;I don't belong&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm gonna set side&lt;br /&gt;And set sail&lt;br /&gt;For the kingdom come, kingdom come&lt;br /&gt;Your kingdom come&lt;br /&gt;Won't you let me down, yeah &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let my foolish pride&lt;br /&gt;forever let me down&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah, Easy living, you're not much like the name&lt;br /&gt;Easy dying, you look just about the same&lt;br /&gt;Would you please take me off your list&lt;br /&gt;Easy living please c'mon and let me down&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;We are a beautiful letdown&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Painfully uncool&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The church of the dropouts&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The losers, the sinners,&lt;br /&gt;the failures, and the fools&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What a beautiful letdown&lt;br /&gt;Are we salt in the wound&lt;br /&gt;Hey, let us sing one true tune&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Cause I don't belong here&lt;br /&gt;Won't you let me down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so i just got tickets for switchfoooooot on 22/4 as i am working an early on that day :D&lt;br /&gt;AWESOMESAUZ. switchfoot was totally one of my teenage angst bands. i must say, i really like going to concert/gigs :D i have another three lined up already. evermore next week!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i can't wait to get paid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3625899327190763132-162988955974708103?l=sandyrad.blogspot.com' alt='' 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src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_Wu43pLyCdhA/SFELUn4_rHI/AAAAAAAAARM/KvDJeI9DeLQ/S220/n726840685_914908_2134.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Wu43pLyCdhA/S5EiqZo5kwI/AAAAAAAABpQ/akY51QEMQ6c/s72-c/n750072052_586606_8961.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3625899327190763132.post-3112792006608196020</id><published>2010-03-04T00:20:00.003+11:00</published><updated>2010-03-04T00:35:28.271+11:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/M74DI628DUg&amp;amp;hl=en_GB&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/M74DI628DUg&amp;amp;hl=en_GB&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;So leave it behind cause we, have a night to get away,&lt;br /&gt;So come on and fly with me, as we make our great escape.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So baby dont worry, you are my only,&lt;br /&gt;You wont be lonely, even if the sky is falling down,&lt;br /&gt;Youll be my only, no need to worry..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ever since the hilton night / dancing but not clubbing at tangerine / the margaret night / the night suwii got hit on by a woman / the night of the jono induction / linda's birthday / yes, that's all the same night X) i've loved this song :) i just like the thought of someone saying these words .. to me. it sounds kinda lame, but i think every girl want to feel like they're the someone's &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;only&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ahaha. embarrass.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I MEAN.. I JUST LIKE THE INDIANS OK? %% mm vindaloo.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3625899327190763132-3112792006608196020?l=sandyrad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sandyrad.blogspot.com/feeds/3112792006608196020/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3625899327190763132&amp;postID=3112792006608196020&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3625899327190763132/posts/default/3112792006608196020'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3625899327190763132/posts/default/3112792006608196020'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sandyrad.blogspot.com/2010/03/so-leave-it-behind-cause-we-have-night.html' title=''/><author><name>sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05388190983101039756</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_Wu43pLyCdhA/SFELUn4_rHI/AAAAAAAAARM/KvDJeI9DeLQ/S220/n726840685_914908_2134.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3625899327190763132.post-8414458384289931424</id><published>2010-03-03T20:45:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2010-03-03T20:46:03.572+11:00</updated><title type='text'>the first day.</title><content type='html'>sarah ♫ says:&lt;br /&gt; ahahaha&lt;br /&gt; funtimes&lt;br /&gt; i pwnz the doctors today&lt;br /&gt; like&lt;br /&gt;ńëìĻ says:&lt;br /&gt; ooo&lt;br /&gt;sarah ♫ says:&lt;br /&gt; tanya would be so proud&lt;br /&gt;ńëìĻ says:&lt;br /&gt; what&lt;br /&gt; how&lt;br /&gt; u pwn&lt;br /&gt; doctorz&lt;br /&gt;sarah ♫ says:&lt;br /&gt; ahaha&lt;br /&gt; soz&lt;br /&gt; becauseeeeee&lt;br /&gt; my pt was like&lt;br /&gt; thicken fluids etc&lt;br /&gt; sooo&lt;br /&gt; had to crush meds&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; but she was on esopramazole&lt;br /&gt; which is enteric coated&lt;br /&gt; because it's a proton pump inhibitor&lt;br /&gt; and thus is absorbed in the small intestines&lt;br /&gt;ńëìĻ says:&lt;br /&gt; lolz&lt;br /&gt; yea&lt;br /&gt;sarah ♫ says:&lt;br /&gt; so if crushed, the drug would be metabolised in the stomashh aciddsss and thusss doesn't work effectively&lt;br /&gt; SO.&lt;br /&gt; i was like&lt;br /&gt;ńëìĻ says:&lt;br /&gt; thats where its suppose to be absorbed&lt;br /&gt; srsly?&lt;br /&gt; the doc didnt know htat?&lt;br /&gt; lol&lt;br /&gt;sarah ♫ says:&lt;br /&gt; OH HAI DOCTORRRAHH&lt;br /&gt; so like&lt;br /&gt; i have nexiumz for patient and likee have to crushess&lt;br /&gt; but enteric coated to cannot&lt;br /&gt; so ya&lt;br /&gt; how&lt;br /&gt; and then FOOL INTERN&lt;br /&gt; was like&lt;br /&gt; o rly&lt;br /&gt; and i was like ya rly&lt;br /&gt; and then he was like&lt;br /&gt;ńëìĻ says:&lt;br /&gt; do u wanna go out?&lt;br /&gt; lolz&lt;br /&gt;sarah ♫ says:&lt;br /&gt; i'll check with my registarrr&lt;br /&gt; and then i explained to registrarrr&lt;br /&gt; and she was like.. oh so can i put her on omeprazole?&lt;br /&gt; and imma lke&lt;br /&gt; you're the doctor foo!&lt;br /&gt; and she changed order.&lt;br /&gt;ńëìĻ says:&lt;br /&gt; lolz&lt;br /&gt;sarah ♫ says:&lt;br /&gt; YES HERO I AM PATIENT ADCOVATE.&lt;br /&gt;ńëìĻ says:&lt;br /&gt; LOL&lt;br /&gt; haha&lt;br /&gt; funnnyyyy&lt;br /&gt;sarah ♫ says:&lt;br /&gt; actuallly this is prow&lt;br /&gt; imma gonna blog it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3625899327190763132-8414458384289931424?l=sandyrad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sandyrad.blogspot.com/feeds/8414458384289931424/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3625899327190763132&amp;postID=8414458384289931424&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3625899327190763132/posts/default/8414458384289931424'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3625899327190763132/posts/default/8414458384289931424'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sandyrad.blogspot.com/2010/03/first-day.html' title='the first day.'/><author><name>sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05388190983101039756</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_Wu43pLyCdhA/SFELUn4_rHI/AAAAAAAAARM/KvDJeI9DeLQ/S220/n726840685_914908_2134.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3625899327190763132.post-2389505996677318612</id><published>2010-02-24T01:03:00.001+11:00</published><updated>2010-02-24T01:04:53.200+11:00</updated><title type='text'>RAMUUUUUUUU</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt; &lt;p style="font-style: italic;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Arial;"&gt;Hi All, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-style: italic;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Arial;"&gt;I am just touching base with you, to remind  you that Orientation is on Monday at Wantirna Health. You will need to  park in the gravel car park which is on your  left as you turn into the hospital. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-style: italic;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Arial;"&gt;You are not required to wear your uniform on  the first day however on Tuesday you will need to.    &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-style: italic;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Arial;"&gt; If you haven’t already returned all your  paper work to HR, please bring it with you to Orientation (this includes  your certificate from the NBV).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-style: italic;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Arial;"&gt; Any concerns please email me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-style: italic;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Arial;"&gt; See you all on Monday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Wingdings;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Wingdings;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;     &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Arial;"&gt;Melinda Grice&lt;br /&gt;Acting Graduate coordinator&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Arial;"&gt;------&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Arial;"&gt;This just makes it that much more real. I start on Monday. I am freaking out. I don't want to do this anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3625899327190763132-2389505996677318612?l=sandyrad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sandyrad.blogspot.com/feeds/2389505996677318612/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3625899327190763132&amp;postID=2389505996677318612&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3625899327190763132/posts/default/2389505996677318612'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3625899327190763132/posts/default/2389505996677318612'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sandyrad.blogspot.com/2010/02/ramuuuuuuuu.html' title='RAMUUUUUUUU'/><author><name>sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05388190983101039756</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_Wu43pLyCdhA/SFELUn4_rHI/AAAAAAAAARM/KvDJeI9DeLQ/S220/n726840685_914908_2134.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3625899327190763132.post-8618853655814178024</id><published>2010-02-17T23:57:00.001+11:00</published><updated>2010-02-18T00:08:37.836+11:00</updated><title type='text'>semi pieface.</title><content type='html'>π says:&lt;br /&gt; ahhh&lt;br /&gt; I see&lt;br /&gt; well, I'll start to get jealous of your awesome number D:&lt;br /&gt;sarah ♫ says:&lt;br /&gt; it's pretty awesome&lt;br /&gt; dont be jealous&lt;br /&gt; envy is sin&lt;br /&gt; you know what would be cool?&lt;br /&gt; a phone number that was&lt;br /&gt; PI&lt;br /&gt; WHOA&lt;br /&gt;π says:&lt;br /&gt; LOL&lt;br /&gt; not very likely&lt;br /&gt; unless it's...&lt;br /&gt;sarah ♫ says:&lt;br /&gt; BUT WOULD BE AWESOME&lt;br /&gt; like 0 PI&lt;br /&gt;π says:&lt;br /&gt; 0431 415 926&lt;br /&gt;sarah ♫ says:&lt;br /&gt; 04 PI&lt;br /&gt; ahahahahaha&lt;br /&gt; X)&lt;br /&gt;π says:&lt;br /&gt; I want that number!&lt;br /&gt;sarah ♫ says:&lt;br /&gt; LET'S CALL IT &lt;br /&gt; ahahaha&lt;br /&gt;π says:&lt;br /&gt; pi is my favourite sequence of numbers&lt;br /&gt;sarah ♫ says:&lt;br /&gt; why so?&lt;br /&gt;π says:&lt;br /&gt; following that is the fibonacci sequence&lt;br /&gt; why? um...&lt;br /&gt; I just like it.&lt;br /&gt; maybe because&lt;br /&gt; I memorized it to the 32nd place the year before&lt;br /&gt; x)&lt;br /&gt;sarah ♫ says:&lt;br /&gt; ahahah&lt;br /&gt; you are amazing&lt;br /&gt;π says:&lt;br /&gt; nah&lt;br /&gt; you're more awesome&lt;br /&gt; with your awesome number&lt;br /&gt;sarah ♫ says:&lt;br /&gt; i must admit&lt;br /&gt; it is pretty awesome&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3625899327190763132-8618853655814178024?l=sandyrad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sandyrad.blogspot.com/feeds/8618853655814178024/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3625899327190763132&amp;postID=8618853655814178024&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3625899327190763132/posts/default/8618853655814178024'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3625899327190763132/posts/default/8618853655814178024'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sandyrad.blogspot.com/2010/02/semi-pieface.html' title='semi pieface.'/><author><name>sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05388190983101039756</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_Wu43pLyCdhA/SFELUn4_rHI/AAAAAAAAARM/KvDJeI9DeLQ/S220/n726840685_914908_2134.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3625899327190763132.post-826086500104343358</id><published>2010-02-15T00:41:00.003+11:00</published><updated>2010-02-15T00:55:43.185+11:00</updated><title type='text'>today was</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Wu43pLyCdhA/S3gAggHeMaI/AAAAAAAABpI/nWMin9WjpS4/s1600-h/taylor-swift-lautner.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 195px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Wu43pLyCdhA/S3gAggHeMaI/AAAAAAAABpI/nWMin9WjpS4/s320/taylor-swift-lautner.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5438097108426961314" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;Today was a fairytale&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;You were the prince&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I used to be a  damsel in distress&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You took me by the hand&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span&gt;and you picked me up at  six&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Today was a fairytale&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;Today  was a fairytale&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;I wore a dress&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;You wore a dark grey t-shirt&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You  told me I was pretty when I looked like a mess&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span&gt;Today was a fairytale&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Time  slows down whenever you're around&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;But can you feel this magic in  the air?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;It must have been the way you kissed me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;Fell in love  when I saw you standing there&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;It must have been the way&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Today was a  fairytale&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;Today  was a fairytale&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;You've got a smile that takes me to another planet&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every  move you make everything you say is right&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today was a fairytale&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;Today  was a fairytale&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;All that I can say is it's getting so much clearer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Nothing  made sense until the time I saw your face&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span&gt;Today was a fairytale&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;Time  slows down whenever you're around&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I can feel my heart&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's  beating in my chest&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Did you feel it?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't put this down&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;But can you feel this magic in the air?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It must have  been the way you kissed me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fell in love when I saw you standing there&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;It  must have been the way&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;Today was a fairytale&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;It must have been  the way&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Today was a fairytale.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3625899327190763132-826086500104343358?l=sandyrad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sandyrad.blogspot.com/feeds/826086500104343358/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3625899327190763132&amp;postID=826086500104343358&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3625899327190763132/posts/default/826086500104343358'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3625899327190763132/posts/default/826086500104343358'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sandyrad.blogspot.com/2010/02/today-was.html' title='today was'/><author><name>sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05388190983101039756</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_Wu43pLyCdhA/SFELUn4_rHI/AAAAAAAAARM/KvDJeI9DeLQ/S220/n726840685_914908_2134.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Wu43pLyCdhA/S3gAggHeMaI/AAAAAAAABpI/nWMin9WjpS4/s72-c/taylor-swift-lautner.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3625899327190763132.post-8835427634574736224</id><published>2010-02-14T01:24:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2010-02-14T01:27:14.159+11:00</updated><title type='text'>marry me juliet</title><content type='html'>&lt;object height="265" width="320"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/DGUVdL4PZDI&amp;amp;hl=en_GB&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/DGUVdL4PZDI&amp;amp;hl=en_GB&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" height="265" width="320"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;happy valentine's day lovers who read my blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;love love me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3625899327190763132-8835427634574736224?l=sandyrad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sandyrad.blogspot.com/feeds/8835427634574736224/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3625899327190763132&amp;postID=8835427634574736224&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3625899327190763132/posts/default/8835427634574736224'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3625899327190763132/posts/default/8835427634574736224'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sandyrad.blogspot.com/2010/02/marry-me-juliet.html' title='marry me juliet'/><author><name>sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05388190983101039756</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_Wu43pLyCdhA/SFELUn4_rHI/AAAAAAAAARM/KvDJeI9DeLQ/S220/n726840685_914908_2134.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3625899327190763132.post-2188865225541576106</id><published>2010-02-13T01:03:00.002+11:00</published><updated>2010-02-13T01:08:25.180+11:00</updated><title type='text'>pink.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://scienceblogs.com/strangerfruit/polar-bear.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 338px; height: 225px;" src="http://scienceblogs.com/strangerfruit/polar-bear.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hi there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;do you know how heavy polar bears are?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O______O''&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;..enough to break the ice. %%&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;:D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;teehee.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3625899327190763132-2188865225541576106?l=sandyrad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sandyrad.blogspot.com/feeds/2188865225541576106/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3625899327190763132&amp;postID=2188865225541576106&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3625899327190763132/posts/default/2188865225541576106'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3625899327190763132/posts/default/2188865225541576106'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sandyrad.blogspot.com/2010/02/pink.html' title='pink.'/><author><name>sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05388190983101039756</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_Wu43pLyCdhA/SFELUn4_rHI/AAAAAAAAARM/KvDJeI9DeLQ/S220/n726840685_914908_2134.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3625899327190763132.post-3116741517553736518</id><published>2010-02-12T03:03:00.004+11:00</published><updated>2010-02-12T03:41:21.204+11:00</updated><title type='text'>overdramatic and slightly inappropriate answers.</title><content type='html'>&lt;p style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;sup class="versenum" id="en-AMP-28665"&gt;1&lt;/sup&gt;IF I [can] speak in the  tongues of men and [even] of angels, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;but have not love&lt;/span&gt; (that reasoning,  intentional, spiritual devotion such as is inspired by God's love for and  in us), I am only a noisy gong or a clanging cymbal.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;     &lt;sup class="versenum" id="en-AMP-28666"&gt;2&lt;/sup&gt;And if I have prophetic powers  and understand all the secret truths and mysteries  and possess all knowledge, and if I have faith so that I  can remove mountains, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;but have not love&lt;/span&gt; (God's love in me)&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; I am nothing&lt;/span&gt;  (a useless nobody).&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;     &lt;sup class="versenum" id="en-AMP-28667"&gt;3&lt;/sup&gt;Even  if I dole out all that I have to the poor in providing food, and if I  surrender my body to be burned or in order that I may glory, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;but have  not love&lt;/span&gt; (God's love in me),&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; I gain nothing&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Wu43pLyCdhA/S3QwYT9ST3I/AAAAAAAABow/aMNN0Puqxq4/s1600-h/IMG_0849.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Wu43pLyCdhA/S3QwYT9ST3I/AAAAAAAABow/aMNN0Puqxq4/s320/IMG_0849.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5437023844375351154" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(And again,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;sup class="versenum" id="en-MSG-12229"&gt;1&lt;/sup&gt; If I speak with&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; human  eloquence&lt;/span&gt; and angelic ecstasy &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;but don't love&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I'm nothing&lt;/span&gt; but the  creaking of a rusty gate. &lt;sup class="versenum" id="en-MSG-12230"&gt;2&lt;/sup&gt;If  I speak God's Word with power, revealing all his mysteries and making  everything plain as day, and if I have faith that says to a mountain,  "Jump," and it jumps, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;but I don't love&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I'm nothing&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;sup class="versenum" id="en-MSG-12231"&gt;3-7&lt;/sup&gt;If I give everything I own  to the poor and even go to the stake to be burned as a martyr, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;but I  don't love&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I've gotten nowhere&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;So, no matter what I say, what I  believe, and what I do, I'm bankrupt without &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;love&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Wu43pLyCdhA/S3Qu1t8qptI/AAAAAAAABog/HtEjyiw3mUA/s1600-h/smallwatshappening.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Wu43pLyCdhA/S3Qu1t8qptI/AAAAAAAABog/HtEjyiw3mUA/s320/smallwatshappening.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5437022150545024722" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;sup class="versenum" id="en-AMP-28670"&gt;6&lt;/sup&gt;It does not rejoice at injustice and  unrighteousness, but rejoices when right and truth prevail.&lt;sup class="versenum" id="en-AMP-28671"&gt; 7&lt;/sup&gt;Love bears up under anything  and everything that comes,&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; is ever ready to believe the best of every  person&lt;/span&gt;, its hopes are fadeless under all circumstances, and&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; it endures  everything [without weakening].&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;     &lt;sup class="versenum" id="en-AMP-28672"&gt;8&lt;/sup&gt;Love never fails [never fades out or becomes  obsolete or comes to an end].&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Wu43pLyCdhA/S3QwZnmRExI/AAAAAAAABpA/gQmhsxpyCd0/s1600-h/Easter-camp07094.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Wu43pLyCdhA/S3QwZnmRExI/AAAAAAAABpA/gQmhsxpyCd0/s320/Easter-camp07094.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5437023866827379474" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;(And again,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;sup class="versenum" id="en-MSG-12232"&gt;8-10&lt;/sup&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Love never dies&lt;/span&gt;.  Inspired speech will be over some day; praying in tongues will end;  &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;understanding will reach its limit&lt;/span&gt;. We know only a portion of the truth,  and what we say about God is always incomplete. But when the Complete  arrives, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;our incompletes will be canceled&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;sup class="versenum" id="en-MSG-12233"&gt;11&lt;/sup&gt;When I was an infant at my mother's breast, I  gurgled and cooed like any infant. When I grew up, I left those infant  ways for good. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: left;"&gt; &lt;sup class="versenum" id="en-MSG-12234"&gt;12&lt;/sup&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;We  don't yet see things clearly&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;We're squinting in a fog, peering through  a mist&lt;/span&gt;. But it won't be long before the weather clears and &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;the sun  shines bright&lt;/span&gt;! We'll see it all then, see it all as clearly as God sees  us, knowing him directly just as he knows us!&lt;sup class="versenum" id="en-MSG-12235"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/sup&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;sup class="versenum" id="en-MSG-12235"&gt;13&lt;/sup&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;But for right now&lt;/span&gt;, until that  completeness, we have three things to do to lead us toward that  consummation:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Trust steadily in God,hope unswervingly, love  extravagantly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;And the best of the three is love.)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;sup class="versenum" id="en-AMP-28677"&gt;13&lt;/sup&gt;And so &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;faith, hope, love  abide&lt;/span&gt; [faith--&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;conviction and belief&lt;/span&gt; respecting man's relation to God and  divine things; hope--&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;joyful and confident expectation&lt;/span&gt; of eternal  salvation; love--true affection for God and man, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;growing out of God's  love for and in us&lt;/span&gt;], these three; but the greatest of these is&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; love&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Wu43pLyCdhA/S3QvNJhKJtI/AAAAAAAABoo/jiDe0GErWU4/s1600-h/carpediem+075.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Wu43pLyCdhA/S3QvNJhKJtI/AAAAAAAABoo/jiDe0GErWU4/s320/carpediem+075.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5437022553082832594" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Admittedly, I have been through and done this church thing for so long. I've been in it my whole life. I've been in ministry. I've seen church through the motions. Ask me about the camp from 2003 or that one night in 2005 and I'd have been there. I've been to church. I'm an expert at church. At some point, you have to start evaluating why you keep going. Is it for the reputation as a christian? The duties and responsibility held? Even the friends that you've made through these years? No. It's all about Jesus and what he's done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I think one thing that someone said to me recently really struck a chord  with me while reading this. What are the results of after doing church for so long? What are the fruits of being close to God? The answer: It's that you love people more. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;That growing out of love for and in us, we keep persevering.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try  {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Wu43pLyCdhA/S3QwZEm84mI/AAAAAAAABo4/6thqpD1y7x8/s1600-h/DSCF2425.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Wu43pLyCdhA/S3QwZEm84mI/AAAAAAAABo4/6thqpD1y7x8/s320/DSCF2425.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5437023857435009634" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Right now, I don't think I'm exactly living this out. I feel exhausted even thinking about going through another emotional rollercoaster. I don't think I have anything to offer anymore. I think need a fresh start.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Or maybe I'm just overly emotional today.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3625899327190763132-3116741517553736518?l=sandyrad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sandyrad.blogspot.com/feeds/3116741517553736518/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3625899327190763132&amp;postID=3116741517553736518&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3625899327190763132/posts/default/3116741517553736518'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3625899327190763132/posts/default/3116741517553736518'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sandyrad.blogspot.com/2010/02/1-if-i-can-speak-in-tongues-of-men-and.html' title='overdramatic and slightly inappropriate answers.'/><author><name>sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05388190983101039756</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_Wu43pLyCdhA/SFELUn4_rHI/AAAAAAAAARM/KvDJeI9DeLQ/S220/n726840685_914908_2134.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Wu43pLyCdhA/S3QwYT9ST3I/AAAAAAAABow/aMNN0Puqxq4/s72-c/IMG_0849.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3625899327190763132.post-7671949291843074738</id><published>2010-02-11T11:14:00.002+11:00</published><updated>2010-02-11T11:26:42.432+11:00</updated><title type='text'>you didn't fight for me.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Wu43pLyCdhA/S3NOrxMVQlI/AAAAAAAABoY/eozSs5fJeO8/s1600-h/zacvanessasleepingbeauy-500x342.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 219px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Wu43pLyCdhA/S3NOrxMVQlI/AAAAAAAABoY/eozSs5fJeO8/s320/zacvanessasleepingbeauy-500x342.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5436775689012724306" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;The other day, Ida came over and we spent the day watching Taylor Swift videos, Disney songs and The Little Mermaid. Yes, we're cool like that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We got into a discussion on how and why the two main characters in each fairytale fall in the oh so glorified notion of &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;love&lt;/span&gt;. In Thumbelina, it's because they're both small. In the Little Mermaid, it's because she sings. In the Lion King it's because they're childhood friends. In Aladdin, it's because he shows her a whole other &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;world&lt;/span&gt; to the one she knows, and loves her before finding out she's a princess. The list goes on..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But in the end, we figured that it was because the guy was willing to fight for the girl. I think inside every girl there's this subconscious need for that knight in shining armour, the man who is brave enough to fight.. and fight for her love.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3625899327190763132-7671949291843074738?l=sandyrad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sandyrad.blogspot.com/feeds/7671949291843074738/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3625899327190763132&amp;postID=7671949291843074738&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3625899327190763132/posts/default/7671949291843074738'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3625899327190763132/posts/default/7671949291843074738'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sandyrad.blogspot.com/2010/02/you-didnt-fight-for-me.html' title='you didn&apos;t fight for me.'/><author><name>sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05388190983101039756</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_Wu43pLyCdhA/SFELUn4_rHI/AAAAAAAAARM/KvDJeI9DeLQ/S220/n726840685_914908_2134.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Wu43pLyCdhA/S3NOrxMVQlI/AAAAAAAABoY/eozSs5fJeO8/s72-c/zacvanessasleepingbeauy-500x342.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3625899327190763132.post-1709175750390307572</id><published>2010-02-09T01:04:00.002+11:00</published><updated>2010-02-09T01:49:03.168+11:00</updated><title type='text'>470</title><content type='html'>This is my 470th post which means I'm nearly at the 500 mark! I think it's time for another survey YAY !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Would you rather move to New York city or a small town no one has heard  of?&lt;br /&gt;NEWW YORKKK cause these lights will inspiree youuu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Would you be shocked if the last person you kissed texted you right now?&lt;br /&gt;Not really.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Which one of your friends would you get arrested with?&lt;br /&gt;Janey, cause she black.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Was 2009 a good year for you?&lt;br /&gt;Yes :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When is the last time someone of the opposite sex gave you a hug?&lt;br /&gt;My daddddddddd.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you have a best friend who is of the opposite sex?&lt;br /&gt;No.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who did you like 3 months ago?&lt;br /&gt;Joseph Gordon-Levitt&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Would you take $20,000 or a brand new car?&lt;br /&gt;MONEYS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Were you drinking the last time you threw up?&lt;br /&gt;Yeh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What does your last outgoing text say? And to who?&lt;br /&gt;About pirates and ninjas. Janey ofc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How many people of the opposite sex do you fully trust?&lt;br /&gt;Not many.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever talked to someone when they were high?&lt;br /&gt;Nope.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ever cried while you were on the phone with someone?&lt;br /&gt;Nope, but have been on the receiving end.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't tell me lies, so is the last person you texted attractive?&lt;br /&gt;I'm not gonna lie and say yes :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you find smoking unattractive?&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes.. D:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever copied someone else's homework?&lt;br /&gt;Of course!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will next Friday be a good one?&lt;br /&gt;Hopefullyyyyyyyy :D IMPACT LAUNCH CHYEAHHBOII.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever fell asleep with anyone on your top friends?&lt;br /&gt;Don't have topfriends pls. But yesssssss. Many.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How many days til your next birthday?&lt;br /&gt;19 + 31 + 30 + 19 = 99 days&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How's life going for you?&lt;br /&gt;The calm before the storm?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last person to make you laugh?&lt;br /&gt;Janey/ My parents telling me I'm sterile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you remember who you had a crush on in sixth grade?&lt;br /&gt;Boys are groce pls.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who was the last person who told you that things were going to be okay?&lt;br /&gt;Nandana Bhagaskara Dermawan..   ?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3625899327190763132-1709175750390307572?l=sandyrad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sandyrad.blogspot.com/feeds/1709175750390307572/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3625899327190763132&amp;postID=1709175750390307572&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3625899327190763132/posts/default/1709175750390307572'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3625899327190763132/posts/default/1709175750390307572'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sandyrad.blogspot.com/2010/02/470.html' title='470'/><author><name>sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05388190983101039756</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_Wu43pLyCdhA/SFELUn4_rHI/AAAAAAAAARM/KvDJeI9DeLQ/S220/n726840685_914908_2134.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3625899327190763132.post-117359634194831312</id><published>2010-02-08T02:03:00.003+11:00</published><updated>2010-02-08T02:19:28.622+11:00</updated><title type='text'>sólo Cristo</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Wu43pLyCdhA/S27ZGPdExTI/AAAAAAAABoQ/FIwt_RqaIZQ/s1600-h/IMG_2876.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Wu43pLyCdhA/S27ZGPdExTI/AAAAAAAABoQ/FIwt_RqaIZQ/s320/IMG_2876.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5435520501533689138" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;En reposo, en silencio sé que tú eres Señor.&lt;br /&gt;Al estar en tu  presencia sé que hay restauración.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Al oír tu dulce voz,&lt;br /&gt;Te  seguiré mi rey, mi Dios.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No hay nadie como tú, sólo Cristo.&lt;br /&gt;Moriste  por mí en la cruz, viviré para alabar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;En el caos, en tormenta  sé que&lt;br /&gt;sigues siendo Dios.&lt;br /&gt;Cuando siento que soy débil me das&lt;br /&gt;la  gracia para seguir.&lt;br /&gt;Al oír tu dulce voz,&lt;br /&gt;cantaré esta canción.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;//Mi  deleite está en ti,&lt;br /&gt;Mi corazón, toda mi fe&lt;br /&gt;Mi deleite está en ti,  por siempre.//&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3625899327190763132-117359634194831312?l=sandyrad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sandyrad.blogspot.com/feeds/117359634194831312/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3625899327190763132&amp;postID=117359634194831312&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3625899327190763132/posts/default/117359634194831312'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3625899327190763132/posts/default/117359634194831312'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sandyrad.blogspot.com/2010/02/solo-cristo.html' title='sólo Cristo'/><author><name>sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05388190983101039756</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_Wu43pLyCdhA/SFELUn4_rHI/AAAAAAAAARM/KvDJeI9DeLQ/S220/n726840685_914908_2134.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Wu43pLyCdhA/S27ZGPdExTI/AAAAAAAABoQ/FIwt_RqaIZQ/s72-c/IMG_2876.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3625899327190763132.post-5033790770598444482</id><published>2010-02-08T01:34:00.005+11:00</published><updated>2010-02-08T02:20:46.597+11:00</updated><title type='text'>owl city</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Wu43pLyCdhA/S27RXtXF2eI/AAAAAAAABoI/3GY8o-yuUYg/s1600-h/IMG_5541.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Wu43pLyCdhA/S27RXtXF2eI/AAAAAAAABoI/3GY8o-yuUYg/s320/IMG_5541.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5435512005526411746" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can finally see&lt;br /&gt;That's you're right there beside me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am not my own&lt;br /&gt;For I have been made new&lt;br /&gt;Please don't let me go&lt;br /&gt;I desperately need you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am not my own&lt;br /&gt;For I have been made new&lt;br /&gt;Please don't let me go&lt;br /&gt;I desperately need you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3625899327190763132-5033790770598444482?l=sandyrad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sandyrad.blogspot.com/feeds/5033790770598444482/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3625899327190763132&amp;postID=5033790770598444482&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3625899327190763132/posts/default/5033790770598444482'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3625899327190763132/posts/default/5033790770598444482'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sandyrad.blogspot.com/2010/02/i-can-finally-see-thats-youre-right.html' title='owl city'/><author><name>sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05388190983101039756</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_Wu43pLyCdhA/SFELUn4_rHI/AAAAAAAAARM/KvDJeI9DeLQ/S220/n726840685_914908_2134.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Wu43pLyCdhA/S27RXtXF2eI/AAAAAAAABoI/3GY8o-yuUYg/s72-c/IMG_5541.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3625899327190763132.post-7217679600521729547</id><published>2010-02-03T01:21:00.004+11:00</published><updated>2010-02-03T02:08:04.809+11:00</updated><title type='text'>two corinthians.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;sup class="versenum" id="en-NIV-28380"&gt;1&lt;/sup&gt;When I came  to you, brothers, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I did not come with eloquence or superior wisdom&lt;/span&gt; as I  proclaimed to you the testimony about God.&lt;sup class="footnote" value="" href="&amp;quot;#fen-NIV-28380a&amp;quot;" title="&amp;quot;See"&gt;a]"&gt;[&lt;a href="http://www.biblegateway.com/passage/?search=1%20Corinthians+2&amp;amp;version=NIV#fen-NIV-28380a" title="See footnote a"&gt;a&lt;/a&gt;]&lt;/sup&gt; &lt;sup class="versenum" id="en-NIV-28381"&gt;2&lt;/sup&gt;For I resolved to know nothing while I was with  you except Jesus Christ and him crucified. &lt;sup class="versenum" id="en-NIV-28382"&gt;3&lt;/sup&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I came to you in weakness and fear, and with  much trembling. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;sup class="versenum" id="en-NIV-28383"&gt;4&lt;/sup&gt;My  message and my preaching &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;were not with wise and persuasive words, but  with a demonstration of the Spirit's power&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;sup class="versenum" id="en-NIV-28384"&gt;5&lt;/sup&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;so that your faith might not rest on men's  wisdom, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;but on God's power&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think one of the main things I tend to battle with is self-worth. I think growing up with an over-achieving sibling and over-achieving friends around me has made a psychological defect in my way of thinking and feeling. I'm never good enough, smart enough, pretty enough, skinny enough or nice enough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even with starting this new phase in my life, I am again wrestling with the fears of being incompetent and useless at the job of which I was pretty certain that God had predestined me to do. What if I can't live up the expectations that the world and God's purpose has for me? What if? What if? These thoughts, these worries can be crippling. Sometimes I just want to get away from it all, y'know? But part of me wants to just jump in there to see how I go. If I fail, I fail.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been cleaning my room in the past few days and my lastest target is the wardrobe - which hasn't been cleared.. well, ever. It's just an accumulation of my life over the past 9 years since we've moved in. The old school reports, the excercise books filled with years of knowledge that was clearly not retained, the notes written in class between friends, the birthday cards and the lost photographs are all being discovered and re-read.. making the whole cleaning process a lot slower than first thought. But I guess it's better to do it all thoroughly now than later, because there will be never a time after this that I will be this free.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have to say, I've lead a pretty awesome life so far. My school reports were all pretty above the status quo, the memories that were so long forgotten now remind me of the hilariously retarded but awesome times we've had and the little bits of craft and drawings are cringe-worthy looking at it now in more mature eyes X). It's been a tiring but satisfying journey of nostalgia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess reading these verses really show that in the end, it's not about our strengths or our weaknesses that count. Being christian isn't about proclaiming the holiness or righteousness or even superiority, but recognizing the lack and short-comings of being a human being and giving that all up to the one who made us. It's about proclaiming God's power, no matter how significant we feel we are, it's all about Jesus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I guess, when it comes to my future.. (ironically) I should look at my past and see the stages of life that I've gone through and succeeded in to this day and see that through it all.. it's been Jesus that's brought me through, and that He will be with me in this new season.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;----&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in less emo news, nostalgia is awesome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Wu43pLyCdhA/S2g_TW-L9DI/AAAAAAAABoA/7be3tM9220Y/s1600-h/y1prPEgxY2ZrEMo0TaAwjdVc3tKgiLDCsSKnWc1jp1A6jrs44ojPrgLaF8bw2oOYxrIFdvsRHvzgMA.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 220px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Wu43pLyCdhA/S2g_TW-L9DI/AAAAAAAABoA/7be3tM9220Y/s320/y1prPEgxY2ZrEMo0TaAwjdVc3tKgiLDCsSKnWc1jp1A6jrs44ojPrgLaF8bw2oOYxrIFdvsRHvzgMA.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5433662552238978098" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me and suwii in MATHS METHODS 1+2 WHILE WE WERE 14.&lt;br /&gt;that's right. WE ARE GENIUS. X) PRAISE ME.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3625899327190763132-7217679600521729547?l=sandyrad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sandyrad.blogspot.com/feeds/7217679600521729547/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3625899327190763132&amp;postID=7217679600521729547&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3625899327190763132/posts/default/7217679600521729547'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3625899327190763132/posts/default/7217679600521729547'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sandyrad.blogspot.com/2010/02/two-corinthians.html' title='two corinthians.'/><author><name>sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05388190983101039756</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_Wu43pLyCdhA/SFELUn4_rHI/AAAAAAAAARM/KvDJeI9DeLQ/S220/n726840685_914908_2134.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Wu43pLyCdhA/S2g_TW-L9DI/AAAAAAAABoA/7be3tM9220Y/s72-c/y1prPEgxY2ZrEMo0TaAwjdVc3tKgiLDCsSKnWc1jp1A6jrs44ojPrgLaF8bw2oOYxrIFdvsRHvzgMA.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3625899327190763132.post-1298237133548368541</id><published>2010-02-03T00:34:00.002+11:00</published><updated>2010-02-03T00:39:07.505+11:00</updated><title type='text'>hearts.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4d5KY4UkSWM/Sw1TPDyP4cI/AAAAAAAABOw/D95BJQS4rf0/s1600/johnmayer.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 450px; height: 347px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4d5KY4UkSWM/Sw1TPDyP4cI/AAAAAAAABOw/D95BJQS4rf0/s1600/johnmayer.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="status-body"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="status-body"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="status-body"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;RT @&lt;a href="http://twitter.com/johncmayer" class="tweet-url screen-name" title="John Mayer"&gt;johncmayer&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;                      &lt;span class="entry-content"&gt;I just ate two giant pieces of cake.  Hey, it's somebody's birthday somewhere.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="status-body"&gt;&lt;span class="entry-content"&gt;This man is a genius.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3625899327190763132-1298237133548368541?l=sandyrad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sandyrad.blogspot.com/feeds/1298237133548368541/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3625899327190763132&amp;postID=1298237133548368541&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3625899327190763132/posts/default/1298237133548368541'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3625899327190763132/posts/default/1298237133548368541'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sandyrad.blogspot.com/2010/02/hearts.html' title='hearts.'/><author><name>sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05388190983101039756</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_Wu43pLyCdhA/SFELUn4_rHI/AAAAAAAAARM/KvDJeI9DeLQ/S220/n726840685_914908_2134.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4d5KY4UkSWM/Sw1TPDyP4cI/AAAAAAAABOw/D95BJQS4rf0/s72-c/johnmayer.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3625899327190763132.post-3157740881300457497</id><published>2010-02-02T01:17:00.002+11:00</published><updated>2010-02-02T01:18:23.044+11:00</updated><title type='text'>the tide.</title><content type='html'>http://asifpulledbyamagnet.com/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's strange that something can both be calming, but make you feel sick at the same time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yet i can't help watching.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3625899327190763132-3157740881300457497?l=sandyrad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sandyrad.blogspot.com/feeds/3157740881300457497/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3625899327190763132&amp;postID=3157740881300457497&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3625899327190763132/posts/default/3157740881300457497'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3625899327190763132/posts/default/3157740881300457497'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sandyrad.blogspot.com/2010/02/tide.html' title='the tide.'/><author><name>sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05388190983101039756</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_Wu43pLyCdhA/SFELUn4_rHI/AAAAAAAAARM/KvDJeI9DeLQ/S220/n726840685_914908_2134.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3625899327190763132.post-3777200506290678248</id><published>2010-02-01T22:54:00.005+11:00</published><updated>2010-02-02T00:44:32.075+11:00</updated><title type='text'>john mayer.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;so last week was pretty fun :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;monday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Wu43pLyCdhA/S2bJ04YTA0I/AAAAAAAABnw/RmzGRsxSgrA/s1600-h/IMG_0306.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Wu43pLyCdhA/S2bJ04YTA0I/AAAAAAAABnw/RmzGRsxSgrA/s320/IMG_0306.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5433251910793757506" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a trip to tiffany&amp;amp;co&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Wu43pLyCdhA/S2bDfY8kG4I/AAAAAAAABng/xrZj6xihJJc/s1600-h/IMG_0309.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Wu43pLyCdhA/S2bDfY8kG4I/AAAAAAAABng/xrZj6xihJJc/s320/IMG_0309.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5433244944508918658" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a traumatic trip to the dentist&lt;br /&gt;dinner with the LUCY who works at st vincents&amp;amp;mercy private&lt;br /&gt;and gets to scrub in on c-sections = MY TWO GREATEST JOYS = BABIES + THEATRE&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; a walk and dnm with the whole khoowongparental unit. goodtimes (Y)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;tuesday (australia day :))&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Wu43pLyCdhA/S2bDgHuL2TI/AAAAAAAABno/tQvbwdQzxXk/s1600-h/IMG_0315.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Wu43pLyCdhA/S2bDgHuL2TI/AAAAAAAABno/tQvbwdQzxXk/s320/IMG_0315.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5433244957065074994" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;chadstone and invictus (amazingg movie pls foo' !! want to go to south africa :D )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Wu43pLyCdhA/S2bDerE_l7I/AAAAAAAABnQ/aMOhZgyDBmE/s1600-h/IMG_0322.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Wu43pLyCdhA/S2bDerE_l7I/AAAAAAAABnQ/aMOhZgyDBmE/s320/IMG_0322.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5433244932196243378" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PAIN..tball with churchies and suwii :) :)&lt;br /&gt;we got overalls and breastplates and 12 bruises.&lt;br /&gt;but it was pretty fun i must admit X)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;wednesday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;RMIT enrollement with idaleeeee&lt;br /&gt;brandjunction with idaleee&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Wu43pLyCdhA/S2bDeVtzClI/AAAAAAAABnI/WH4vv_FVsao/s1600-h/IMG_0331.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Wu43pLyCdhA/S2bDeVtzClI/AAAAAAAABnI/WH4vv_FVsao/s320/IMG_0331.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5433244926461807186" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;koreandramass with idaaleee and zaneleeeeeee&lt;br /&gt;mocktails with ida leeee&lt;br /&gt;potato salad and treasured planet with idaleee :)&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; prayer meeting ofc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;thursday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the long awaited catchsuwii date X)&lt;br /&gt;dondon and HINDSIGHT ALL OF HIGHSCHOOOLZ.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Wu43pLyCdhA/S2bCaI29-wI/AAAAAAAABnA/35VnaT5QXbc/s1600-h/IMG_0333.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Wu43pLyCdhA/S2bCaI29-wI/AAAAAAAABnA/35VnaT5QXbc/s320/IMG_0333.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5433243754779507458" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;buBbL3cUpZ s2 ~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Wu43pLyCdhA/S2bCZhBSltI/AAAAAAAABm4/HLZyURBqvEY/s1600-h/IMG_0334.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Wu43pLyCdhA/S2bCZhBSltI/AAAAAAAABm4/HLZyURBqvEY/s320/IMG_0334.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5433243744085382866" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then bloood donating with racheygroup :D&lt;br /&gt;makes me really want to start nursing already D: D:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;friday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;designated bumday but ended up at ikeaaa&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Wu43pLyCdhA/S2bSdLP3fTI/AAAAAAAABn4/WgXyKiUEe64/s1600-h/IMG_0337.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Wu43pLyCdhA/S2bSdLP3fTI/AAAAAAAABn4/WgXyKiUEe64/s320/IMG_0337.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5433261399146462514" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Wu43pLyCdhA/S2bCZXrvYFI/AAAAAAAABmw/ovochcECBzY/s1600-h/IMG_0343+%286%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Wu43pLyCdhA/S2bCZXrvYFI/AAAAAAAABmw/ovochcECBzY/s320/IMG_0343+%286%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5433243741579075666" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;baked cupcakes for the semiroadtrip tomorrow :D&lt;br /&gt;and a pretty hilarious night at the khoohouse for tdiv inductions and confucious says :)&lt;br /&gt;then hot sexy nights with janey slpover :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;saturday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wokie and kissed goodbye the lover in my bed&lt;br /&gt;then lucy's house and waiting for fran to pick us up for semi-ROADTRIP :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Wu43pLyCdhA/S2bDfL-88wI/AAAAAAAABnY/-QEPPAuhn90/s1600-h/IMG_0352.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Wu43pLyCdhA/S2bDfL-88wI/AAAAAAAABnY/-QEPPAuhn90/s320/IMG_0352.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5433244941029274370" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;moringtonish area with heaps of food (ofc)&lt;br /&gt;water tunnels, sandcastles, owl city and..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Wu43pLyCdhA/S2bCY9umLfI/AAAAAAAABmo/JMyyFEQUAaM/s1600-h/IMG_0355.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Wu43pLyCdhA/S2bCY9umLfI/AAAAAAAABmo/JMyyFEQUAaM/s320/IMG_0355.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5433243734611734002" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PUPPIESSS :D freckles and blackie :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then back to boxhilll for bubblecupss&lt;br /&gt;made currypuffs/ various puffpasty treats with idaandjaneleee&lt;br /&gt;and the traumatic SARONG PARTY.&lt;br /&gt;of which i have photos of but am afraid of looking at.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-----&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;but now this week,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;neil started work at fawkner&lt;br /&gt;lucy still at stv's&lt;br /&gt;suwii started uni&lt;br /&gt;catch in GC (Y)&lt;br /&gt;li still overseas&lt;br /&gt;and janey&amp;amp; highschool kiddies start school again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so i'm bored X) someone save me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and yes, ive spent today started phase two of roomraiders and finding a lot of evidence of the amazing person i am even as a child. ahahaha. i need a scanner X) and i've thrown out one box of recyclables and two bags of rubbish (Y) this feels good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3625899327190763132-3777200506290678248?l=sandyrad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sandyrad.blogspot.com/feeds/3777200506290678248/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3625899327190763132&amp;postID=3777200506290678248&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3625899327190763132/posts/default/3777200506290678248'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3625899327190763132/posts/default/3777200506290678248'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sandyrad.blogspot.com/2010/02/john-mayer.html' title='john mayer.'/><author><name>sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05388190983101039756</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_Wu43pLyCdhA/SFELUn4_rHI/AAAAAAAAARM/KvDJeI9DeLQ/S220/n726840685_914908_2134.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Wu43pLyCdhA/S2bJ04YTA0I/AAAAAAAABnw/RmzGRsxSgrA/s72-c/IMG_0306.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3625899327190763132.post-8318676781518526720</id><published>2010-02-01T02:42:00.003+11:00</published><updated>2010-02-01T03:04:23.098+11:00</updated><title type='text'>perfectly lonely.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;friendship is..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Wu43pLyCdhA/S2WnCaibjhI/AAAAAAAABmQ/zcROE8i-5qA/s1600-h/IMG_0134.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Wu43pLyCdhA/S2WnCaibjhI/AAAAAAAABmQ/zcROE8i-5qA/s320/IMG_0134.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5432932185417682450" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;life revolving around food and berrybliss&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Wu43pLyCdhA/S2WnBbskz3I/AAAAAAAABmI/tAkJMW178Go/s1600-h/IMG_0127.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Wu43pLyCdhA/S2WnBbskz3I/AAAAAAAABmI/tAkJMW178Go/s320/IMG_0127.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5432932168548798322" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;have 3/4s of each others dvds and justifying starwars purchases.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Wu43pLyCdhA/S2WnAbW4GzI/AAAAAAAABmA/y_qHAIdF2Ck/s1600-h/IMG_0044.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Wu43pLyCdhA/S2WnAbW4GzI/AAAAAAAABmA/y_qHAIdF2Ck/s320/IMG_0044.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5432932151277919026" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;not judging borderline mental illness/ delusions of grandeur&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Wu43pLyCdhA/S2WoiCwjZEI/AAAAAAAABmY/wnZkif1mPQk/s1600-h/toothbrush.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Wu43pLyCdhA/S2WoiCwjZEI/AAAAAAAABmY/wnZkif1mPQk/s320/toothbrush.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5432933828301907010" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;having now permanent toothbrushes at each others houses because it's not your house or my house, it's OUR house :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;..and realising that she may have been right all along.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;love you janey :) gluck go pwnz them yr11nerdss!&lt;br /&gt;welcome to vce, the best years of your life (Y) srsly.&lt;br /&gt;studying is fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3625899327190763132-8318676781518526720?l=sandyrad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sandyrad.blogspot.com/feeds/8318676781518526720/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3625899327190763132&amp;postID=8318676781518526720&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3625899327190763132/posts/default/8318676781518526720'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3625899327190763132/posts/default/8318676781518526720'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sandyrad.blogspot.com/2010/02/perfectly-lonely.html' title='perfectly lonely.'/><author><name>sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05388190983101039756</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_Wu43pLyCdhA/SFELUn4_rHI/AAAAAAAAARM/KvDJeI9DeLQ/S220/n726840685_914908_2134.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Wu43pLyCdhA/S2WnCaibjhI/AAAAAAAABmQ/zcROE8i-5qA/s72-c/IMG_0134.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3625899327190763132.post-2551635389946850016</id><published>2010-01-28T22:24:00.005+11:00</published><updated>2010-01-28T23:12:06.781+11:00</updated><title type='text'>are you there? or are you just a decoy dream.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Wu43pLyCdhA/S2F-FGScfQI/AAAAAAAABl4/YQ_9W5MisW4/s1600-h/bwflowerz.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Wu43pLyCdhA/S2F-FGScfQI/AAAAAAAABl4/YQ_9W5MisW4/s320/bwflowerz.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5431761251637951746" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- ii lubz 5iiv3 hrZ ob t4Lkin' lyK3 dis wid d@ c4tH3r1ne &amp;amp; sH0w11.&lt;br /&gt;- dondon is the best value meal you can get in melbourne, hands down.&lt;br /&gt;- after giving blood today, i really feel like starting work asap please.&lt;br /&gt;- 32 days til work and i still haven't found my ideal outfit D:&lt;br /&gt;- i still haven't began the next phase of ROOMRAIDERS (Y)&lt;br /&gt;- i miss university. i miss being a student. rewind my life please.&lt;br /&gt;- i heart owl city. heart heart heart. they are my new repeat album :)&lt;br /&gt;- djokovic out ): don't want to watch anymore. though i probably will.&lt;br /&gt;- my bruises are getting bigger and changing to weirder colours.&lt;br /&gt;- the primary organ of my cardiovascular system can't handle this anymore.&lt;br /&gt;- i feel very alone&lt;br /&gt;and yes, my flowers are dying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3625899327190763132-2551635389946850016?l=sandyrad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sandyrad.blogspot.com/feeds/2551635389946850016/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3625899327190763132&amp;postID=2551635389946850016&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3625899327190763132/posts/default/2551635389946850016'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3625899327190763132/posts/default/2551635389946850016'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sandyrad.blogspot.com/2010/01/are-you-there-or-are-you-just-decoy.html' title='are you there? or are you just a decoy dream.'/><author><name>sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05388190983101039756</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_Wu43pLyCdhA/SFELUn4_rHI/AAAAAAAAARM/KvDJeI9DeLQ/S220/n726840685_914908_2134.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Wu43pLyCdhA/S2F-FGScfQI/AAAAAAAABl4/YQ_9W5MisW4/s72-c/bwflowerz.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3625899327190763132.post-1429981017797315702</id><published>2010-01-23T11:40:00.002+11:00</published><updated>2010-01-23T11:48:04.470+11:00</updated><title type='text'>default.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Wu43pLyCdhA/S1pGJdXPfSI/AAAAAAAABlw/fUP_wUJ3VoQ/s1600-h/IMG_6508.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Wu43pLyCdhA/S1pGJdXPfSI/AAAAAAAABlw/fUP_wUJ3VoQ/s320/IMG_6508.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5429729429063433506" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I MISS YOU KIDS X)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ahah after like spending EVERYDAY srsly with these kids.. it's like two days withdrawal X)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and yes, im finally uploading photos again X)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3625899327190763132-1429981017797315702?l=sandyrad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sandyrad.blogspot.com/feeds/1429981017797315702/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3625899327190763132&amp;postID=1429981017797315702&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3625899327190763132/posts/default/1429981017797315702'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3625899327190763132/posts/default/1429981017797315702'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sandyrad.blogspot.com/2010/01/default.html' title='default.'/><author><name>sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05388190983101039756</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_Wu43pLyCdhA/SFELUn4_rHI/AAAAAAAAARM/KvDJeI9DeLQ/S220/n726840685_914908_2134.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Wu43pLyCdhA/S1pGJdXPfSI/AAAAAAAABlw/fUP_wUJ3VoQ/s72-c/IMG_6508.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3625899327190763132.post-6400751024781367039</id><published>2010-01-23T01:09:00.003+11:00</published><updated>2010-01-23T02:59:57.038+11:00</updated><title type='text'>happy working song.</title><content type='html'>Nandaaaaaaaaa says:&lt;br /&gt;WHERE IS  CLEANING ROOM&lt;br /&gt;x)&lt;br /&gt;or&lt;br /&gt;are you dancing&lt;br /&gt;so the birds and deer and rabbits and mice can come in&lt;br /&gt;and dance around you&lt;br /&gt;sarah says:&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHA&lt;br /&gt;X)&lt;br /&gt;Nandaaaaaaaaa says:&lt;br /&gt;and weave you a dress?&lt;br /&gt;and magically clean up your place&lt;br /&gt;x)&lt;br /&gt;sarah says:&lt;br /&gt;yes please.&lt;br /&gt;X)&lt;br /&gt;Nandaaaaaaaaa says:&lt;br /&gt;while singingg disney songs&lt;br /&gt;sarah says:&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHA&lt;br /&gt;Nandaaaaaaaaa says:&lt;br /&gt;x)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;PHASE ONE of the roomclean is COMPLETE.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THE DESK. the desk of the past at least TWO YEARS has finally been cleared after two weeks of procrastination.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;PHOTOGRAPHIC EVIDENCE BAMMMM.&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Wu43pLyCdhA/S1nJXQbkzsI/AAAAAAAABlY/YooBHPRGwmc/s1600-h/IMG_6719.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Wu43pLyCdhA/S1nJXQbkzsI/AAAAAAAABlY/YooBHPRGwmc/s320/IMG_6719.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5429592227156643522" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CLEAR. TABLE. SURFACE. WHOA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Wu43pLyCdhA/S1nJXw1ztII/AAAAAAAABlg/lnp_S1fOQAA/s1600-h/IMG_6721.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Wu43pLyCdhA/S1nJXw1ztII/AAAAAAAABlg/lnp_S1fOQAA/s320/IMG_6721.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5429592235856606338" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the items that made the cut and escaped the rubbish bin:&lt;br /&gt;nerfgun. blueplaydoh. sushierasers. suwiiface. jnliface. dettol. LUNCHBOX.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Wu43pLyCdhA/S1nJYO8RvwI/AAAAAAAABlo/WHMwlGHGDpk/s1600-h/IMG_6732.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Wu43pLyCdhA/S1nJYO8RvwI/AAAAAAAABlo/WHMwlGHGDpk/s320/IMG_6732.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5429592243936804610" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FLOWERZ.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;NEXT on roomraiders:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Top of drawers/ Jewellery etc&lt;br /&gt;2. Under desk&lt;br /&gt;3. CLOSET. this hasn't been touched since i've moved in 9 years ago and has just been growing and growing X) SURE to find some gems there %%&lt;br /&gt;4. CLOTHES. time for some cruel culling of the wardrobe. IT'S LIKE A TANK TOPPPP. and time for new wardrobe in (once i get my first paycheck ahaha)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but yes, that's for another week. going to try to do it all before work :) YES I HAVE A GOAL IN LIFE pls.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; in other news, we've finally made the teens :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3625899327190763132-6400751024781367039?l=sandyrad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sandyrad.blogspot.com/feeds/6400751024781367039/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3625899327190763132&amp;postID=6400751024781367039&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3625899327190763132/posts/default/6400751024781367039'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3625899327190763132/posts/default/6400751024781367039'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sandyrad.blogspot.com/2010/01/happy-working-song.html' title='happy working song.'/><author><name>sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05388190983101039756</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_Wu43pLyCdhA/SFELUn4_rHI/AAAAAAAAARM/KvDJeI9DeLQ/S220/n726840685_914908_2134.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Wu43pLyCdhA/S1nJXQbkzsI/AAAAAAAABlY/YooBHPRGwmc/s72-c/IMG_6719.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3625899327190763132.post-1192575023196124283</id><published>2010-01-21T22:23:00.007+11:00</published><updated>2010-01-22T01:12:14.084+11:00</updated><title type='text'>mebe bebe.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;so the past WEEK (and a bit) has been FILLED with the following people.&lt;br /&gt;yes, i stole these pictures from various people. kudos :)&lt;br /&gt;it's been pretty ePIC. loves it. 20 days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;tempertrap. 12.01.10&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;driving to flemington rd, walking down elizabeth, OLD TOWN KOPITIAM MAMAK, waiting in line, meeting catfriends, BOXER REBELLLIONNN, DOUGIE AND ARMVEINTATTOOS, srsly like front roww/ 1.5 metres away from the band, THE DRUM SONG, DOWNRIVER, barefeet walking to maccas, tramstop waiting and lovechild making %%&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Wu43pLyCdhA/S1hLAdIp6HI/AAAAAAAABlQ/a6ijpWwPp9o/s1600-h/DSC01264.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Wu43pLyCdhA/S1hLAdIp6HI/AAAAAAAABlQ/a6ijpWwPp9o/s320/DSC01264.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5429171821988145266" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dougiee :) the indonesian from tempertrappp :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Wu43pLyCdhA/S1hGJWTzgwI/AAAAAAAABj4/k_q3-mv1aN8/s1600-h/17465_269067657834_626832834_4432510_3733649_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Wu43pLyCdhA/S1hGJWTzgwI/AAAAAAAABj4/k_q3-mv1aN8/s320/17465_269067657834_626832834_4432510_3733649_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5429166477216547586" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;waiting in line with the parents :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;jn's 21st 15.01.10&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the 24hours before writing speeech, $67.90 outfit, 1+ hours doing my TATTOOS, playdohhh, SHERRIILOVE :D , handcufffs, THE SPEEECH, ms shale storiesss, semidance, camwhores, misplacing my wallet and running around melb to get it, chillimalammm and ofc crashing the leehaus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Wu43pLyCdhA/S1hGKLwgzcI/AAAAAAAABkI/iIBzdHXsFcU/s1600-h/18466_258446625685_726840685_4010726_2868248_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Wu43pLyCdhA/S1hGKLwgzcI/AAAAAAAABkI/iIBzdHXsFcU/s320/18466_258446625685_726840685_4010726_2868248_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5429166491564035522" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lovers :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Wu43pLyCdhA/S1hGJ8-7b1I/AAAAAAAABkA/ddXA4h770jU/s1600-h/18466_258436950685_726840685_4010679_4470510_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 213px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Wu43pLyCdhA/S1hGJ8-7b1I/AAAAAAAABkA/ddXA4h770jU/s320/18466_258436950685_726840685_4010679_4470510_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5429166487597969234" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my tatts pls. i am gangsta pls.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;ausopen day1 18.01.10&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bestdaysrsly. doubledating. RAINING. margaret court. ROCHIIIII. RODIIIIIIII. TOMIIIIIIc.. RAIN RAIN RAIN. FREEBIE LAND. oasis x2. kia blast. FREE NECKWARMER. BHASKAR. ballkids in pink. STRETCHED HATS. jacobscreekphotos. RAINRAINRAIN. yourthai. more tomic and front row seats. free umbrellas. HISENSE ARENA upgradeeee. TRAM. headleaning. BOXHILL JOOK :D so satisfying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Wu43pLyCdhA/S1hGIxRlm0I/AAAAAAAABjw/MKcVXrLu2L8/s1600-h/17465_278603692834_626832834_4471668_1020653_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Wu43pLyCdhA/S1hGIxRlm0I/AAAAAAAABjw/MKcVXrLu2L8/s320/17465_278603692834_626832834_4471668_1020653_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5429166467275135810" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;molesting GIANT BALL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Wu43pLyCdhA/S1hHTDQH9VI/AAAAAAAABkQ/4vL38gm0aD4/s1600-h/17465_278603377834_626832834_4471636_6961809_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Wu43pLyCdhA/S1hHTDQH9VI/AAAAAAAABkQ/4vL38gm0aD4/s320/17465_278603377834_626832834_4471636_6961809_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5429167743411156306" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;jono has long arms.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Wu43pLyCdhA/S1hGIZXAx3I/AAAAAAAABjo/zRy0JlU0JxM/s1600-h/17465_278603947834_626832834_4471696_1362766_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Wu43pLyCdhA/S1hGIZXAx3I/AAAAAAAABjo/zRy0JlU0JxM/s320/17465_278603947834_626832834_4471696_1362766_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5429166460855437170" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;all our freeebies :D YES! HOT!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;linda's 21st. 19.01.10&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;walking down the stairs, walking up the stairs and walking down the stairs again X) heapsa people i haven't seen in AGES srsly. balwyniess. english classs kids, old church kids, rachsteph and white pants, THE AMAZING CAKE. passionfruitbrowniee. cat's generally funny speech. twirlling. prowparallel parking. PIEFACE. NUGGETS. (Y)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Wu43pLyCdhA/S1hJyIjgEII/AAAAAAAABlI/0KmiBuN3ah8/s1600-h/P1192314.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Wu43pLyCdhA/S1hJyIjgEII/AAAAAAAABlI/0KmiBuN3ah8/s320/P1192314.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5429170476433805442" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;stalking rachsteph in toilets and DRYING OUR HANDS WHOA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Wu43pLyCdhA/S1hJxnX8tXI/AAAAAAAABlA/JuaLvTw4GQs/s1600-h/P1192324.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Wu43pLyCdhA/S1hJxnX8tXI/AAAAAAAABlA/JuaLvTw4GQs/s320/P1192324.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5429170467526980978" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;more SUWII ABS rape :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Wu43pLyCdhA/S1hJwydyvtI/AAAAAAAABk4/79TkwO_O-Gk/s1600-h/P1192305.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Wu43pLyCdhA/S1hJwydyvtI/AAAAAAAABk4/79TkwO_O-Gk/s320/P1192305.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5429170453324414674" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;happy family&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;semi-roadtrip 21.01.10&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;buttermilk pancakes :D good soundtrack in the smn hondacivic (Y) SUNNYRIDGEEEEEE. pick strawberries. ALBINO STRAWBERRY. ASEXUAL or PUNNETSQUARE? X) dandelionfail. KICKERBOKERGLORY. maccas craving. using GPS to lead us to nearest maccas = rosebud. mcchickenmeal (Y) cat's first fastfood endevourrr in two years X) SAFETY BEACH. the DEFAULT POSE. the drive home. the lost phone. the drive home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Wu43pLyCdhA/S1hHUUs52LI/AAAAAAAABko/48CZJgIKVqY/s1600-h/17465_282429422834_626832834_4488100_6622110_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Wu43pLyCdhA/S1hHUUs52LI/AAAAAAAABko/48CZJgIKVqY/s320/17465_282429422834_626832834_4488100_6622110_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5429167765275138226" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;strawberrypicking :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Wu43pLyCdhA/S1hHTwJQfxI/AAAAAAAABkg/NENJkPedZHQ/s1600-h/17465_282429622834_626832834_4488128_2080908_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Wu43pLyCdhA/S1hHTwJQfxI/AAAAAAAABkg/NENJkPedZHQ/s320/17465_282429622834_626832834_4488128_2080908_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5429167755461951250" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lovers at safetybeach/dromana&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Wu43pLyCdhA/S1hHTr9KwCI/AAAAAAAABkY/Ve3VzQaCNSE/s1600-h/17465_282429597834_626832834_4488124_8155545_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Wu43pLyCdhA/S1hHTr9KwCI/AAAAAAAABkY/Ve3VzQaCNSE/s320/17465_282429597834_626832834_4488124_8155545_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5429167754337501218" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hearts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so yes! it's been a crazy week and a bit and i feel like people are starting to get sick of myface X) but i've had a blast :D love you bebes X) ahahhaa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;38 days til i start work already, which is pretty daunting.. but kinda.. I JUST WANNA GO OUT AND DO MY THANNGGG ;) ahaha. Lucy already started at yes.. MY DREAM JOB D: (DREAMSTEALERRR.. dreamthief?) and seems to be doing okay, because she is a prow. Part of me knows I can do this.. but I guess there's always that little bit of apprehension? So I'm just trying to live out my last few moment of freedom before MY LIFE AS I KNOW IT ENDS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but yes, right now. i'm very happy :) :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;..i just wish people were happy for me too.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3625899327190763132-1192575023196124283?l=sandyrad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sandyrad.blogspot.com/feeds/1192575023196124283/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3625899327190763132&amp;postID=1192575023196124283&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3625899327190763132/posts/default/1192575023196124283'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3625899327190763132/posts/default/1192575023196124283'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sandyrad.blogspot.com/2010/01/mebe-bebe.html' title='mebe bebe.'/><author><name>sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05388190983101039756</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_Wu43pLyCdhA/SFELUn4_rHI/AAAAAAAAARM/KvDJeI9DeLQ/S220/n726840685_914908_2134.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Wu43pLyCdhA/S1hLAdIp6HI/AAAAAAAABlQ/a6ijpWwPp9o/s72-c/DSC01264.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3625899327190763132.post-5242877551357137933</id><published>2010-01-13T16:28:00.004+11:00</published><updated>2010-01-13T16:31:58.758+11:00</updated><title type='text'>smoove</title><content type='html'>Nandaaaaaaaaa says:&lt;br /&gt;onoess birdss&lt;br /&gt;Birds and planes are fighting for airspace, and it's getting increasingly crowded.&lt;br /&gt;Read more: http://www.time.com/time/quotes/0,26174,1953108,00.html#ixzz0cSxjcsb8&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i was playing a random game on bird migration yesterday&lt;br /&gt;had to dodge plaaaness&lt;br /&gt;sarah says:&lt;br /&gt;ahahaha&lt;br /&gt;wahh&lt;br /&gt;why didnt tell me&lt;br /&gt;Nandaaaaaaaaa says:&lt;br /&gt;whyy?&lt;br /&gt;is it even importantee?&lt;br /&gt;sarah says:&lt;br /&gt;ahaha&lt;br /&gt;yess&lt;br /&gt;everything is importantee&lt;br /&gt;Nandaaaaaaaaa says:&lt;br /&gt;ahaha&lt;br /&gt;okay&lt;br /&gt;well i've gone for a dump once today :D&lt;br /&gt;sarah says:&lt;br /&gt;how was it?&lt;br /&gt;consistency?&lt;br /&gt;Nandaaaaaaaaa says:&lt;br /&gt;ahahaha&lt;br /&gt;ermmm&lt;br /&gt;gaseous&lt;br /&gt;sarah says:&lt;br /&gt;ahahah&lt;br /&gt;nice&lt;br /&gt;Nandaaaaaaaaa says:&lt;br /&gt;x)&lt;br /&gt;sarah says:&lt;br /&gt;normally in the morning?&lt;br /&gt;Nandaaaaaaaaa says:&lt;br /&gt;ahaha&lt;br /&gt;here yes&lt;br /&gt;but in aus&lt;br /&gt;randommmm&lt;br /&gt;sarah says:&lt;br /&gt;aahahaha&lt;br /&gt;why do you think is?&lt;br /&gt;Nandaaaaaaaaa says:&lt;br /&gt;ahaha&lt;br /&gt;ionoo&lt;br /&gt;cause&lt;br /&gt;my insides are messed up when around you?  :$&lt;br /&gt;sarah says:&lt;br /&gt;ahahahaha&lt;br /&gt;that is the most smoooth line ever&lt;br /&gt;X)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3625899327190763132-5242877551357137933?l=sandyrad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sandyrad.blogspot.com/feeds/5242877551357137933/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3625899327190763132&amp;postID=5242877551357137933&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3625899327190763132/posts/default/5242877551357137933'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3625899327190763132/posts/default/5242877551357137933'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sandyrad.blogspot.com/2010/01/smoove.html' title='smoove'/><author><name>sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05388190983101039756</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_Wu43pLyCdhA/SFELUn4_rHI/AAAAAAAAARM/KvDJeI9DeLQ/S220/n726840685_914908_2134.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3625899327190763132.post-128364596645811583</id><published>2010-01-13T01:37:00.001+11:00</published><updated>2010-01-13T13:56:54.826+11:00</updated><title type='text'>steal janey songs again.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Wu43pLyCdhA/S000QF7NHoI/AAAAAAAABjg/wZwfAHVklFM/s1600-h/Neckjewell.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Wu43pLyCdhA/S000QF7NHoI/AAAAAAAABjg/wZwfAHVklFM/s320/Neckjewell.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5426050577124368002" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="txt_1"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="txt_1"&gt; don't want to see you hear you, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;be anywhere near you&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="txt_1"&gt;you probably think I'm threatened by you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="txt_1"&gt;but your illusionary power doesn't threaten me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="txt_1"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Actually I think it's kind of funny that you create an illusion &lt;/span&gt;that is a mirror.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="txt_1"&gt;I don't appreciate you and I know that that surprises you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="txt_1"&gt;I suppose you see that those who follow their heart always win,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="txt_1"&gt;those with integrity have won the match before it's begun&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="txt_1"&gt;So rather than being pushed around, I'm going to &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;push you away&lt;/span&gt; first&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="txt_1"&gt;So rather than trying to protect you, I'm going to &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;cover my bases&lt;/span&gt; first&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="txt_1"&gt;So rather than trying to open my heart, I'm going to lock it with a key&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="txt_1"&gt;So that only the special ones, so that only the special ones, can ever get through to me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="txt_1"&gt;you could offer me nothing, you could offer me nothing that I need&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="txt_1"&gt;Do you think I'm asking too much?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="txt_1"&gt;I don't want to be angry.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="txt_1"&gt;This is not worthy of me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="txt_1"&gt;and now with clarity I see&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="txt_1"&gt;that I can walk away,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="txt_1"&gt;I can walk away.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3625899327190763132-128364596645811583?l=sandyrad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link 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src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_Wu43pLyCdhA/SFELUn4_rHI/AAAAAAAAARM/KvDJeI9DeLQ/S220/n726840685_914908_2134.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Wu43pLyCdhA/S000QF7NHoI/AAAAAAAABjg/wZwfAHVklFM/s72-c/Neckjewell.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3625899327190763132.post-6539408785872170051</id><published>2010-01-12T15:36:00.002+11:00</published><updated>2010-01-12T16:34:30.478+11:00</updated><title type='text'>sweeeeeeeeet.</title><content type='html'>so i have 48 days til the next chapter of my life begins, aka the era of FULL TIME WORK. not only is it full time work, but FULL TIME SHIFT WORK. which means the early mornings and the late nights and DUN DUN DUN.. NIGHT SHIFTS. of which i have yet to experience yet..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;holidays have been pretty sweet so far X)  since the last day of placements, i've been to vanuatu, enjoyed christmas, adelaide, canberra, rung in the new year, been to the beach, stayed a night at hilton, lived at janey's, had dondon, played rockband and written a lot of emails :) i have yet to get to the stage where i'm bored of holidays X)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;as a previous post already reported, i'm going to tempertrap tonight! and have two more 21st in the next week. and a speech to write ! D: i'm kinda feeling the pressure cause i suck at public speaking pls D: and don't know if our injokes will be funny to the rest lolol X)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so yes, enjoying it so far :) and am really quite happy. boompz.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3625899327190763132-6539408785872170051?l=sandyrad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sandyrad.blogspot.com/feeds/6539408785872170051/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3625899327190763132&amp;postID=6539408785872170051&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3625899327190763132/posts/default/6539408785872170051'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3625899327190763132/posts/default/6539408785872170051'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sandyrad.blogspot.com/2010/01/sweeeeeeeeet.html' title='sweeeeeeeeet.'/><author><name>sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05388190983101039756</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_Wu43pLyCdhA/SFELUn4_rHI/AAAAAAAAARM/KvDJeI9DeLQ/S220/n726840685_914908_2134.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3625899327190763132.post-7002583352664603236</id><published>2010-01-10T20:29:00.004+11:00</published><updated>2010-01-10T21:49:17.747+11:00</updated><title type='text'>hee.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Wu43pLyCdhA/S0mjBruFGTI/AAAAAAAABi4/fSiRQqnud00/s1600-h/4680_108887514828_837084828_2792396_1223504_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Wu43pLyCdhA/S0mjBruFGTI/AAAAAAAABi4/fSiRQqnud00/s320/4680_108887514828_837084828_2792396_1223504_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5425046475455666482" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we tried to kill cat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Wu43pLyCdhA/S0mjCLeiGNI/AAAAAAAABjA/vmqP-Xs7_yU/s1600-h/18466_246674800685_726840685_3957263_2591713_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Wu43pLyCdhA/S0mjCLeiGNI/AAAAAAAABjA/vmqP-Xs7_yU/s320/18466_246674800685_726840685_3957263_2591713_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5425046483980392658" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but jono saved her :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Wu43pLyCdhA/S0mjCo2_qnI/AAAAAAAABjI/eHP8kaNQvso/s1600-h/18466_246674825685_726840685_3957268_7931139_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Wu43pLyCdhA/S0mjCo2_qnI/AAAAAAAABjI/eHP8kaNQvso/s320/18466_246674825685_726840685_3957268_7931139_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5425046491867622002" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I AM VICTORIOUS TROLLEY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;heh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Wu43pLyCdhA/S0mwlOzg0oI/AAAAAAAABjY/xUk4iSbnEtM/s1600-h/17465_261418742834_626832834_4391147_591153_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Wu43pLyCdhA/S0mwlOzg0oI/AAAAAAAABjY/xUk4iSbnEtM/s320/17465_261418742834_626832834_4391147_591153_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5425061379820278402" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i love friends :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3625899327190763132-7002583352664603236?l=sandyrad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sandyrad.blogspot.com/feeds/7002583352664603236/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3625899327190763132&amp;postID=7002583352664603236&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3625899327190763132/posts/default/7002583352664603236'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3625899327190763132/posts/default/7002583352664603236'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sandyrad.blogspot.com/2010/01/hee.html' title='hee.'/><author><name>sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05388190983101039756</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_Wu43pLyCdhA/SFELUn4_rHI/AAAAAAAAARM/KvDJeI9DeLQ/S220/n726840685_914908_2134.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Wu43pLyCdhA/S0mjBruFGTI/AAAAAAAABi4/fSiRQqnud00/s72-c/4680_108887514828_837084828_2792396_1223504_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3625899327190763132.post-2163417915147476281</id><published>2010-01-08T13:14:00.003+11:00</published><updated>2010-01-08T13:29:00.412+11:00</updated><title type='text'>cause i ceeebs.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;cause i ceebs doing the rest of twenty oh nine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the rest of the year was filled with these peoples&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the unis X)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Wu43pLyCdhA/S0aXM9zN3ZI/AAAAAAAABio/f0pVph1kh0k/s1600-h/DSC00950.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Wu43pLyCdhA/S0aXM9zN3ZI/AAAAAAAABio/f0pVph1kh0k/s320/DSC00950.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5424189050217946514" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;acu balllllll&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Wu43pLyCdhA/S0aXLoBCayI/AAAAAAAABiQ/1NdYKKKyZz4/s1600-h/12943_352608245180_577125180_10054809_3372017_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 239px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Wu43pLyCdhA/S0aXLoBCayI/AAAAAAAABiQ/1NdYKKKyZz4/s320/12943_352608245180_577125180_10054809_3372017_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5424189027190467362" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;badgee ceremonyyy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and balwynzz&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Wu43pLyCdhA/S0aXMFeMb_I/AAAAAAAABiY/WAafScBMSSg/s1600-h/IMG_3466.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Wu43pLyCdhA/S0aXMFeMb_I/AAAAAAAABiY/WAafScBMSSg/s320/IMG_3466.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5424189035097386994" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sofitelllll&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Wu43pLyCdhA/S0aXNSG8bwI/AAAAAAAABiw/o3P5dZh_yMw/s1600-h/6240_112646235685_726840685_2818991_1699145_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Wu43pLyCdhA/S0aXNSG8bwI/AAAAAAAABiw/o3P5dZh_yMw/s320/6240_112646235685_726840685_2818991_1699145_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5424189055669399298" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;galvanicc cellllll&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3625899327190763132-2163417915147476281?l=sandyrad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sandyrad.blogspot.com/feeds/2163417915147476281/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3625899327190763132&amp;postID=2163417915147476281&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3625899327190763132/posts/default/2163417915147476281'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3625899327190763132/posts/default/2163417915147476281'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sandyrad.blogspot.com/2010/01/cause-i-ceeebs.html' title='cause i ceeebs.'/><author><name>sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05388190983101039756</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_Wu43pLyCdhA/SFELUn4_rHI/AAAAAAAAARM/KvDJeI9DeLQ/S220/n726840685_914908_2134.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Wu43pLyCdhA/S0aXM9zN3ZI/AAAAAAAABio/f0pVph1kh0k/s72-c/DSC00950.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3625899327190763132.post-7950172098811184482</id><published>2010-01-01T16:40:00.003+11:00</published><updated>2010-01-01T17:41:32.318+11:00</updated><title type='text'>may.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;yes, i'm kind of late with the end of year post since it is already 2010. but give me a break, i was in adelaide (and canberrraa) pls. ahaha. so this is may.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Wu43pLyCdhA/Sz2QcZryoII/AAAAAAAABiI/kmSFek9FlSc/s1600-h/IMG_9089.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Wu43pLyCdhA/Sz2QcZryoII/AAAAAAAABiI/kmSFek9FlSc/s320/IMG_9089.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421648344029241474" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the cupcakes :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Wu43pLyCdhA/Sz2QbyBiYaI/AAAAAAAABiA/spmuF2RoyKI/s1600-h/4464_200390835342_620535342_6968783_7413910_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Wu43pLyCdhA/Sz2QbyBiYaI/AAAAAAAABiA/spmuF2RoyKI/s320/4464_200390835342_620535342_6968783_7413910_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421648333383033250" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the mornington roadtripp&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Wu43pLyCdhA/Sz2Qbr2NqgI/AAAAAAAABh4/tE9jbrTsRWM/s1600-h/n525166003_2509559_1414989.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Wu43pLyCdhA/Sz2Qbr2NqgI/AAAAAAAABh4/tE9jbrTsRWM/s320/n525166003_2509559_1414989.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421648331724925442" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the mothers day picnicc&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Wu43pLyCdhA/Sz2QbXF4HXI/AAAAAAAABhw/uPYkBLGQNIs/s1600-h/4680_108885544828_837084828_2792349_4385488_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Wu43pLyCdhA/Sz2QbXF4HXI/AAAAAAAABhw/uPYkBLGQNIs/s320/4680_108885544828_837084828_2792349_4385488_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421648326153477490" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the birthdays and the carpark dancing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Wu43pLyCdhA/Sz2QbGDN4vI/AAAAAAAABho/43JnjVx1cOk/s1600-h/DSC09880.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Wu43pLyCdhA/Sz2QbGDN4vI/AAAAAAAABho/43JnjVx1cOk/s320/DSC09880.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421648321578918642" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the placements at como private hospital.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Wu43pLyCdhA/Sz2NR1LoBpI/AAAAAAAABhg/K6SQujCKXTU/s1600-h/DSC09702.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Wu43pLyCdhA/Sz2NR1LoBpI/AAAAAAAABhg/K6SQujCKXTU/s320/DSC09702.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421644863897077394" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the red shoes and the manchesterlane party.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Wu43pLyCdhA/Sz2NRWgFONI/AAAAAAAABhY/QXSDUQ9n3Hs/s1600-h/DSC09813.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Wu43pLyCdhA/Sz2NRWgFONI/AAAAAAAABhY/QXSDUQ9n3Hs/s320/DSC09813.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421644855661377746" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the dralion with the fam.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Wu43pLyCdhA/Sz2NQ2K9-zI/AAAAAAAABhQ/ydyppDKNH1E/s1600-h/DSC09614.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Wu43pLyCdhA/Sz2NQ2K9-zI/AAAAAAAABhQ/ydyppDKNH1E/s320/DSC09614.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421644846982888242" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the last tanya lecture!!! D:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Wu43pLyCdhA/Sz2NQrSOOdI/AAAAAAAABhI/39AheON2lUo/s1600-h/DSC09588.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Wu43pLyCdhA/Sz2NQrSOOdI/AAAAAAAABhI/39AheON2lUo/s320/DSC09588.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421644844060522962" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the opera with sarah and esther :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Wu43pLyCdhA/Sz2NQEOmraI/AAAAAAAABhA/kQCdQre_XNc/s1600-h/DSC09627.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Wu43pLyCdhA/Sz2NQEOmraI/AAAAAAAABhA/kQCdQre_XNc/s320/DSC09627.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421644833576365474" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the haircut D:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;may was srsly the best month ever X)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so 2010!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;no resolutions at the moment. just to live life to the full and try to maintain work/life balance x)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;things to look forward to:&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;tonight&lt;/span&gt; balwyndin &amp;amp; janey back tonight at 12.30&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;tomorrow&lt;/span&gt; my parent's anniversary din2&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;3-5th jan&lt;/span&gt; beacchiess at torquayy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;8th jan&lt;/span&gt; hilton night with the balwyns for li's 21st&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;12th jan&lt;/span&gt; TEMPERTRAP&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;16th jan&lt;/span&gt; jn's 21st&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;19th jan&lt;/span&gt; linda's 21st ? not sure..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3625899327190763132-7950172098811184482?l=sandyrad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sandyrad.blogspot.com/feeds/7950172098811184482/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3625899327190763132&amp;postID=7950172098811184482&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3625899327190763132/posts/default/7950172098811184482'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3625899327190763132/posts/default/7950172098811184482'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sandyrad.blogspot.com/2010/01/may.html' title='may.'/><author><name>sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05388190983101039756</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_Wu43pLyCdhA/SFELUn4_rHI/AAAAAAAAARM/KvDJeI9DeLQ/S220/n726840685_914908_2134.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Wu43pLyCdhA/Sz2QcZryoII/AAAAAAAABiI/kmSFek9FlSc/s72-c/IMG_9089.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3625899327190763132.post-5635258738352761727</id><published>2009-12-28T18:54:00.007+11:00</published><updated>2009-12-28T20:17:55.053+11:00</updated><title type='text'>the year's end.</title><content type='html'>so i guess it's time to do the year long reflection post. i'm going to adelaide tomorrow and i'm not sure if there's internet there D: so i'll try to be comprehensive as possible as i semi-pack for the city of churches.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;where do we start?&lt;/span&gt; i think this year has been probably the most &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;rollercoaster&lt;/span&gt;-like year of my life. i've had my heartbreaks (x infnity) but really, what are the ups without the downs? so many great moments. this year hasn't been the biggest for epic roadtrips or sleepovers like last year, but for the little moments, conversations and dates that in the end, are what's truly important. it was my last year at uni and filled with placements and experience in my professional area of life. i've travelled and i've reached a few of life's landmarks. i've had those hard conversations that end in tears and others about nothing at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's been a tough year, but the ride was worth the dips.. cause i'd rather live life to the full and experience the hurts along the way than live in mediocrity and have nothing to reflect on. i'd rather a  y = sinx life than a  y = 0 . yes &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;i am a nerd. you love it :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;i think i've talked to death about my year already, so i won't rehash all the emotional details X) just talk to me and ask me if you want, cause really i love the sound of my own voice :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so instead, i'll to the typical year in photos/ blog post recaps X) cause that's how we rolled.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;january&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- return from america/canada&lt;br /&gt;- a whole month of emo blog posts&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Wu43pLyCdhA/SzhpvHsykaI/AAAAAAAABfg/0sLGQ5Zmut4/s1600-h/DSC08114.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Wu43pLyCdhA/SzhpvHsykaI/AAAAAAAABfg/0sLGQ5Zmut4/s320/DSC08114.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5420198409782071714" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- beach and old men with the catsuwii.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Wu43pLyCdhA/Szhpup9wYUI/AAAAAAAABfY/Fucsl9MpfsU/s1600-h/DSC08047.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Wu43pLyCdhA/Szhpup9wYUI/AAAAAAAABfY/Fucsl9MpfsU/s320/DSC08047.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5420198401800167746" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- a whole lot of hanging out with the citycellers&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Wu43pLyCdhA/SzhpuJmX8rI/AAAAAAAABfQ/3AgA-2tXuOI/s1600-h/DSC07964.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Wu43pLyCdhA/SzhpuJmX8rI/AAAAAAAABfQ/3AgA-2tXuOI/s320/DSC07964.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5420198393112162994" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- and awesome friends at karaoke and threats at bashing people up :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;february&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- new job at VNS&lt;br /&gt;- the wahbeloved saga and all it's implications&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Wu43pLyCdhA/Szhtnevq7eI/AAAAAAAABf4/kABUVLp2SiI/s1600-h/DSC08297.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Wu43pLyCdhA/Szhtnevq7eI/AAAAAAAABf4/kABUVLp2SiI/s320/DSC08297.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5420202676575727074" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- climbing the 1000 steps with my love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Wu43pLyCdhA/SzhtmzuFfTI/AAAAAAAABfw/3jCXKIQJy0k/s1600-h/DSC08138.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Wu43pLyCdhA/SzhtmzuFfTI/AAAAAAAABfw/3jCXKIQJy0k/s320/DSC08138.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5420202665026354482" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- the start and return of impact&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Wu43pLyCdhA/SzhtmYMJRjI/AAAAAAAABfo/NXfVeWkc-2M/s1600-h/DSC08437.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Wu43pLyCdhA/SzhtmYMJRjI/AAAAAAAABfo/NXfVeWkc-2M/s320/DSC08437.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5420202657636238898" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- the start of FINAL YEAR OF UNI :)   &amp;amp;i love lucy srsly  x))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;march&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- soundrelief and all it's dramas&lt;br /&gt;- 17 again premier and the lovely zefron :D&lt;br /&gt;- rejections of the first letter of the alphabets D:&lt;br /&gt;- earth hour day&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Wu43pLyCdhA/Szhwei6jFnI/AAAAAAAABgg/hkBQiL0Qflc/s1600-h/DSC08586.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Wu43pLyCdhA/Szhwei6jFnI/AAAAAAAABgg/hkBQiL0Qflc/s320/DSC08586.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5420205821611153010" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- coldplayconcert&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Wu43pLyCdhA/SzhweOOCYOI/AAAAAAAABgY/7d5iL5ZEi0A/s1600-h/DSC08958.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Wu43pLyCdhA/SzhweOOCYOI/AAAAAAAABgY/7d5iL5ZEi0A/s320/DSC08958.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5420205816055750882" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- clubbing like wha?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Wu43pLyCdhA/SzhwdibKqsI/AAAAAAAABgQ/PjeWABrdNxQ/s1600-h/DSC09098.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Wu43pLyCdhA/SzhwdibKqsI/AAAAAAAABgQ/PjeWABrdNxQ/s320/DSC09098.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5420205804299659970" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- the arrival of chris martin :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Wu43pLyCdhA/SzhwdVFB2fI/AAAAAAAABgI/jw8ijgoBHvY/s1600-h/DSC08931.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Wu43pLyCdhA/SzhwdVFB2fI/AAAAAAAABgI/jw8ijgoBHvY/s320/DSC08931.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5420205800717146610" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- the one month to live program and laundrette bible studies&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Wu43pLyCdhA/Szhwc4lTDuI/AAAAAAAABgA/2gHsTuCccTs/s1600-h/DSC08681.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Wu43pLyCdhA/Szhwc4lTDuI/AAAAAAAABgA/2gHsTuCccTs/s320/DSC08681.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5420205793067863778" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- more yumchas and birthdays :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Wu43pLyCdhA/Szhy1fBDaZI/AAAAAAAABgo/c8OQgWSy-zc/s1600-h/DSC08755.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Wu43pLyCdhA/Szhy1fBDaZI/AAAAAAAABgo/c8OQgWSy-zc/s320/DSC08755.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5420208414724942226" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- and the arrival of mochi and mbro :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;april&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- the assignment month&lt;br /&gt;- the failing of that stupid ethics seminar&lt;br /&gt;- the relationshipstatuschange&lt;br /&gt;- the camerajo night&lt;br /&gt;- the easter camp&lt;br /&gt;- the dramas of easter camp&lt;br /&gt;- the adam hills date&lt;br /&gt;- the new job as a PCA and the shifts that followed D:&lt;br /&gt;- the janey birthday and fail surprises&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Wu43pLyCdhA/SfcdExXNfzI/AAAAAAAABCM/NAgy-TaGL1c/s1600-h/3263_93934088427_703168427_2570738_2382344_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Wu43pLyCdhA/SfcdExXNfzI/AAAAAAAABCM/NAgy-TaGL1c/s320/3263_93934088427_703168427_2570738_2382344_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329760651823644466" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- releasing the inner rockstar within through karaoke and unis .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Wu43pLyCdhA/SfcdEpPtbHI/AAAAAAAABCE/vRVLQO7tgOM/s1600-h/3006_85302062834_626832834_2505360_8079619_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 239px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Wu43pLyCdhA/SfcdEpPtbHI/AAAAAAAABCE/vRVLQO7tgOM/s320/3006_85302062834_626832834_2505360_8079619_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329760649644698738" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- balwyn foods and camwhores in the car&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Wu43pLyCdhA/Szh1hRnrB5I/AAAAAAAABg4/R77YOCN7SzY/s1600-h/DSC09313.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Wu43pLyCdhA/Szh1hRnrB5I/AAAAAAAABg4/R77YOCN7SzY/s320/DSC09313.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5420211366066325394" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- manifestt&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Wu43pLyCdhA/Szh1gxjfsqI/AAAAAAAABgw/o6x-OkPSIQs/s1600-h/DSC09237.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Wu43pLyCdhA/Szh1gxjfsqI/AAAAAAAABgw/o6x-OkPSIQs/s320/DSC09237.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5420211357458870946" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- the insectsaurus invasion at uni X) good times&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;and now i think it's time for an intermission cause may need a post all for itself X)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3625899327190763132-5635258738352761727?l=sandyrad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sandyrad.blogspot.com/feeds/5635258738352761727/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3625899327190763132&amp;postID=5635258738352761727&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3625899327190763132/posts/default/5635258738352761727'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3625899327190763132/posts/default/5635258738352761727'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sandyrad.blogspot.com/2009/12/years-end.html' title='the year&apos;s end.'/><author><name>sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05388190983101039756</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_Wu43pLyCdhA/SFELUn4_rHI/AAAAAAAAARM/KvDJeI9DeLQ/S220/n726840685_914908_2134.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Wu43pLyCdhA/SzhpvHsykaI/AAAAAAAABfg/0sLGQ5Zmut4/s72-c/DSC08114.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3625899327190763132.post-6522873335406639159</id><published>2009-12-27T23:35:00.004+11:00</published><updated>2009-12-28T00:26:14.040+11:00</updated><title type='text'>vanuatuuuu</title><content type='html'>some happy snaps from li's amazing photos since i am still too busy to look through mine x) contemplating a end of year reflection post soon tooo, so watch out lovers :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Wu43pLyCdhA/SzdaqFM1kYI/AAAAAAAABfI/0SVTOAlJhDQ/s1600-h/19966_224034100685_726840685_3825277_1532229_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Wu43pLyCdhA/SzdaqFM1kYI/AAAAAAAABfI/0SVTOAlJhDQ/s320/19966_224034100685_726840685_3825277_1532229_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5419900355560706434" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hideaway island.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Wu43pLyCdhA/Szdap48iNeI/AAAAAAAABfA/ydmsXjG7rAw/s1600-h/19966_223493925685_726840685_3821612_7454547_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Wu43pLyCdhA/Szdap48iNeI/AAAAAAAABfA/ydmsXjG7rAw/s320/19966_223493925685_726840685_3821612_7454547_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5419900352271103458" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;white sands beach&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Wu43pLyCdhA/SzdaprhZbTI/AAAAAAAABe4/FKkHQzxAv0U/s1600-h/11837_216598075685_726840685_3793986_1004831_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Wu43pLyCdhA/SzdaprhZbTI/AAAAAAAABe4/FKkHQzxAv0U/s320/11837_216598075685_726840685_3793986_1004831_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5419900348667620658" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lovers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Wu43pLyCdhA/SzdaaPLJR_I/AAAAAAAABew/5UTK2FH9Rto/s1600-h/19966_225630730685_726840685_3833615_5815113_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 213px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Wu43pLyCdhA/SzdaaPLJR_I/AAAAAAAABew/5UTK2FH9Rto/s320/19966_225630730685_726840685_3833615_5815113_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5419900083360057330" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;our favourite place to chillax: numbawan cafe :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Wu43pLyCdhA/SzdaZ38SB8I/AAAAAAAABeo/m2KCqY8WrUA/s1600-h/19966_224152745685_726840685_3825742_3776073_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 213px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Wu43pLyCdhA/SzdaZ38SB8I/AAAAAAAABeo/m2KCqY8WrUA/s320/19966_224152745685_726840685_3825742_3776073_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5419900077123700674" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;snokelling/ finding nemo at hideaway :D my favourite part srsly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Wu43pLyCdhA/SzdaZuYEcFI/AAAAAAAABeg/Nvv2xP8nn5g/s1600-h/11837_215556205685_726840685_3789802_6639560_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Wu43pLyCdhA/SzdaZuYEcFI/AAAAAAAABeg/Nvv2xP8nn5g/s320/11837_215556205685_726840685_3789802_6639560_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5419900074555895890" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;rope diving in the blue lagooon&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Wu43pLyCdhA/SzdaZHOzJ4I/AAAAAAAABeY/0ZTmXBgfR0c/s1600-h/19966_224034050685_726840685_3825268_2544693_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Wu43pLyCdhA/SzdaZHOzJ4I/AAAAAAAABeY/0ZTmXBgfR0c/s320/19966_224034050685_726840685_3825268_2544693_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5419900064048031618" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i stole li's hat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3625899327190763132-6522873335406639159?l=sandyrad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sandyrad.blogspot.com/feeds/6522873335406639159/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3625899327190763132&amp;postID=6522873335406639159&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3625899327190763132/posts/default/6522873335406639159'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3625899327190763132/posts/default/6522873335406639159'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sandyrad.blogspot.com/2009/12/vanuatuuuu.html' title='vanuatuuuu'/><author><name>sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05388190983101039756</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_Wu43pLyCdhA/SFELUn4_rHI/AAAAAAAAARM/KvDJeI9DeLQ/S220/n726840685_914908_2134.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Wu43pLyCdhA/SzdaqFM1kYI/AAAAAAAABfI/0SVTOAlJhDQ/s72-c/19966_224034100685_726840685_3825277_1532229_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3625899327190763132.post-4619515377513731945</id><published>2009-12-26T01:35:00.003+11:00</published><updated>2009-12-26T02:12:08.112+11:00</updated><title type='text'>the gift.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And with this &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Christmas wish&lt;/span&gt; is missed&lt;br /&gt;The point I could convey&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;If only I could find the words to say&lt;br /&gt;to let You know how much You've touched my life&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Because here is where You're finding me,&lt;br /&gt;in the exact same place as New Year's eve&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;And from a lack of my persistency&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;We're less than half as close as I want to be&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;And the first time&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; That You opened Your eyes did You realize that You would be my Saviour&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; And the first breath that left Your lips&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Did You know that it would change this world forever&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And so this Christmas I'll compare the things I felt in prior years&lt;br /&gt;To what this midnight made so clear&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;That You have come to meet me here&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To look back and think that&lt;br /&gt;This baby would one day save me&lt;br /&gt;In the hope that what You did&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;That you were born so I might live&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;To look back and think that&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;This baby would one day save me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; And I, I celebrate the day&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;That You were born to die&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; So I could one day pray for You to save my life&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3625899327190763132-4619515377513731945?l=sandyrad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sandyrad.blogspot.com/feeds/4619515377513731945/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3625899327190763132&amp;postID=4619515377513731945&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3625899327190763132/posts/default/4619515377513731945'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3625899327190763132/posts/default/4619515377513731945'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sandyrad.blogspot.com/2009/12/ill-celebrate-day.html' title='the gift.'/><author><name>sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05388190983101039756</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_Wu43pLyCdhA/SFELUn4_rHI/AAAAAAAAARM/KvDJeI9DeLQ/S220/n726840685_914908_2134.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3625899327190763132.post-2128902355539581627</id><published>2009-12-20T16:39:00.002+11:00</published><updated>2009-12-20T16:49:26.919+11:00</updated><title type='text'>vanuatu</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;so i'm typing this blog from notepad since the internet here is really slow. i haven't had access to the internet on my laptop for this whole time and now i think i've figured out why.. stupid firewalls. i am prow hax0rz srsly. so i've been using my iphone to upload the photos that i've uploaded so far and only now attempting to upload my DSLR photos :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so far it's been pretty fun. the people here are incredibly friendly, that it really puts us aussies to shame. so socially awkward, srsly. the attitude here is just so chillax.. and well.. happy :) it's really nice here. our place is right in the middle of port villa and the ocean is close than the bus stop is to my house at home x) so it's pretty sweeet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/photo.php?pid=4338259&amp;amp;id=703168427" id="myphotolink"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 409px; height: 307px;" src="http://photos-b.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc3/hs117.snc3/16439_237731078427_703168427_4338254_5678513_n.jpg" id="myphoto" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, this is my view. Be jealous.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3625899327190763132-2128902355539581627?l=sandyrad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sandyrad.blogspot.com/feeds/2128902355539581627/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3625899327190763132&amp;postID=2128902355539581627&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3625899327190763132/posts/default/2128902355539581627'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3625899327190763132/posts/default/2128902355539581627'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sandyrad.blogspot.com/2009/12/vanuatu.html' title='vanuatu'/><author><name>sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05388190983101039756</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_Wu43pLyCdhA/SFELUn4_rHI/AAAAAAAAARM/KvDJeI9DeLQ/S220/n726840685_914908_2134.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3625899327190763132.post-8251100662896761050</id><published>2009-12-14T21:29:00.001+11:00</published><updated>2009-12-14T21:29:46.199+11:00</updated><title type='text'>sexytalk.</title><content type='html'>sarah says:&lt;br /&gt; hope its not a kiss or soemthing&lt;br /&gt; ahahahaha&lt;br /&gt;Janey says:&lt;br /&gt; HAAHHAHA&lt;br /&gt; mistletoe&lt;br /&gt;sarah says:&lt;br /&gt; HAHAHAH&lt;br /&gt; DOWANNNN&lt;br /&gt;Janey says:&lt;br /&gt;  :P&lt;br /&gt; i'll give YOU a mistletoe&lt;br /&gt;sarah says:&lt;br /&gt; HAHA&lt;br /&gt; you can mistle on my toe anytime&lt;br /&gt;  %%&lt;br /&gt;Janey says:&lt;br /&gt; hahahahah&lt;br /&gt; oh yehhh ?&lt;br /&gt; i'll tap that&lt;br /&gt; SHIZZZ&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3625899327190763132-8251100662896761050?l=sandyrad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sandyrad.blogspot.com/feeds/8251100662896761050/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3625899327190763132&amp;postID=8251100662896761050&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3625899327190763132/posts/default/8251100662896761050'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3625899327190763132/posts/default/8251100662896761050'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sandyrad.blogspot.com/2009/12/sexytalk.html' title='sexytalk.'/><author><name>sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05388190983101039756</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_Wu43pLyCdhA/SFELUn4_rHI/AAAAAAAAARM/KvDJeI9DeLQ/S220/n726840685_914908_2134.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3625899327190763132.post-8209452966726443806</id><published>2009-12-13T00:23:00.002+11:00</published><updated>2009-12-13T00:28:39.129+11:00</updated><title type='text'>the HA-ierarchy?</title><content type='html'>sarah says:&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHAHAHAH&lt;br /&gt;no actually, that joke does not deserve capital letters&lt;br /&gt;Nanda thinks Tiffany is nooobsauz says:&lt;br /&gt;ahahah&lt;br /&gt;sarah says:&lt;br /&gt;so only&lt;br /&gt;hahahahaha&lt;br /&gt;not HAHAHAHA&lt;br /&gt;Nanda thinks Tiffany is nooobsauz says:&lt;br /&gt;i see&lt;br /&gt;is this&lt;br /&gt;Nanda thinks Tiffany is nooobsauz says:&lt;br /&gt;the HA-ierarchy?&lt;br /&gt;sarah says:&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHAHAHA&lt;br /&gt;Nanda thinks Tiffany is nooobsauz says:&lt;br /&gt;tehehehhehe&lt;br /&gt;sarah says:&lt;br /&gt;YESSSSSSSSSSSS&lt;br /&gt;WINNNNNNNN.&lt;br /&gt;Nanda thinks Tiffany is nooobsauz says:&lt;br /&gt;(:&lt;br /&gt;sarah says:&lt;br /&gt;do teach pls.&lt;br /&gt;Nanda thinks Tiffany is nooobsauz says:&lt;br /&gt;ahahahahha&lt;br /&gt;(:&lt;br /&gt;well&lt;br /&gt;if you're sarcastic laughing&lt;br /&gt;you put&lt;br /&gt;a full stop at the end of your non capital ha's&lt;br /&gt;sarah says:&lt;br /&gt;ha. ha.&lt;br /&gt;Nanda thinks Tiffany is nooobsauz says:&lt;br /&gt;ha.&lt;br /&gt;not amused&lt;br /&gt;clearly.&lt;br /&gt;Nanda thinks Tiffany is nooobsauz says:&lt;br /&gt;for smiles&lt;br /&gt;you do the normal&lt;br /&gt;ahaha&lt;br /&gt;sarah says:&lt;br /&gt;ahahaha&lt;br /&gt;Nanda thinks Tiffany is nooobsauz says:&lt;br /&gt;for extra smiles you prolong the ha's&lt;br /&gt;to haaaaaaaaahaahaaaaaaa&lt;br /&gt;or&lt;br /&gt;multiply their number&lt;br /&gt;sarah says:&lt;br /&gt;haaaaaaaahaaaaahaaaaaa&lt;br /&gt;Nanda thinks Tiffany is nooobsauz says:&lt;br /&gt;to hahahahahahahahhahahahahah&lt;br /&gt;sarah says:&lt;br /&gt;ahahahahahahahahahahahahahhaa&lt;br /&gt;Nanda thinks Tiffany is nooobsauz says:&lt;br /&gt;for outrageously funny things&lt;br /&gt;you can combine all of those&lt;br /&gt;with added&lt;br /&gt;capitals&lt;br /&gt;no full stops though&lt;br /&gt;so&lt;br /&gt;HAAAAAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHHAH&lt;br /&gt;sarah says:&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHAHA&lt;br /&gt;i love it.&lt;br /&gt;Nanda thinks Tiffany is nooobsauz says:&lt;br /&gt;(:&lt;br /&gt;sarah says:&lt;br /&gt;is there one more than that?&lt;br /&gt;Nanda thinks Tiffany is nooobsauz says:&lt;br /&gt;the heeehee?&lt;br /&gt;thats my own style&lt;br /&gt;you have the ahahs&lt;br /&gt;since&lt;br /&gt;always start with a&lt;br /&gt;sarah says:&lt;br /&gt;ahaha&lt;br /&gt;it does&lt;br /&gt;why? i dont know&lt;br /&gt;D:&lt;br /&gt;Nanda thinks Tiffany is nooobsauz says:&lt;br /&gt;because a is before h?&lt;br /&gt;sarah says:&lt;br /&gt;ahaha&lt;br /&gt;Nanda thinks Tiffany is nooobsauz says:&lt;br /&gt;but after...&lt;br /&gt;the&lt;br /&gt;sarah says:&lt;br /&gt;mebe&lt;br /&gt;Nanda thinks Tiffany is nooobsauz says:&lt;br /&gt;NOOOOOOOoo&lt;br /&gt;A IS NOT AFTER ANYTHING&lt;br /&gt;sarah says:&lt;br /&gt;CAPSLOK.&lt;br /&gt;Nanda thinks Tiffany is nooobsauz says:&lt;br /&gt;CANOT DO THE i BEFORE e&lt;br /&gt;format.&lt;br /&gt;sarah says:&lt;br /&gt;ahahaha&lt;br /&gt; funy funny man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;no, i did not ask for permission to post this but thought it was so vital for the world to know the ha-ierarchy that i posted it anyway. pls don't sue for copyright kthanks. i give you cookie.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3625899327190763132-8209452966726443806?l=sandyrad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sandyrad.blogspot.com/feeds/8209452966726443806/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3625899327190763132&amp;postID=8209452966726443806&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3625899327190763132/posts/default/8209452966726443806'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3625899327190763132/posts/default/8209452966726443806'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sandyrad.blogspot.com/2009/12/ha-ierarchy.html' title='the HA-ierarchy?'/><author><name>sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05388190983101039756</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_Wu43pLyCdhA/SFELUn4_rHI/AAAAAAAAARM/KvDJeI9DeLQ/S220/n726840685_914908_2134.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3625899327190763132.post-6319351826311535803</id><published>2009-12-12T12:28:00.002+11:00</published><updated>2009-12-12T12:40:59.939+11:00</updated><title type='text'>emails.</title><content type='html'>i think it's getting rare to getting emails other than the facebookspam and various other spams. emails that actually say something, that actually mean something. however, recently with the lovers being overseas i've had the privileged of receiving a few of previously mentioned emails that make you (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;like this one from suwii:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;so ok plan for ur ARRIVAL. Thursday - i'll prob still have afternoon at placement..have u arranged airport transfer with the lady? coz zomg notoriously lazy and slow - have to call her to come now and pick u up! else take BUS not taxi!!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;we go ROXY'S at erakor for dinner and sunset - meet beforehand and we ride in bus :) on friday you guys go to national museum - do the tour - walk shops, mebe go iririki (but i dunno if u have to pay for day pass ._____________. ) and then at night we go moonlight cinema at nambawan cafe and watch ICE AGE 3 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;hahahah it is so cool the setting :) sounds good? sunday we go on the round island tour cos nothing is open on sunday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOVE IT. FIVE DAYS to the vatu. yes please. it doesn't help after 3 sending offs at the airport this week. the next trip will be FOR ME.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and an editted one from janey:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="font-style: italic;"&gt;So, events of the year ? ( in no particular order coz i ceebs)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-style: italic;"&gt;-failed sweet 16th&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-style: italic;"&gt;-hottest day ever ever but hawtest reunion day ever ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-style: italic;"&gt;-L's&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-style: italic;"&gt;-awesome 20th at mornington penisular&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-style: italic;"&gt;-telepathy epicness 2 weekends after mornington which totally blew my mind&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-style: italic;"&gt;-RELIENT K BEST DAY EVERRRR&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-style: italic;"&gt;-the invention of D:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-style: italic;"&gt;-camerajo epicness and welcome to australiana&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-style: italic;"&gt;-you are 20 and old :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-style: italic;"&gt;-death and resurrection of the word 'epic'&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-style: italic;"&gt;-disbanded JIST&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-style: italic;"&gt;-watching tranformers and pores of Megan fox in pyjamas&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-style: italic;"&gt;-discovery of 17 again and hawtest version of zac efron ever&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-style: italic;"&gt;-janey rah weekend over 30 times this year&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-style: italic;"&gt;-no shopping coz we no shop together&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-style: italic;"&gt;-fail conversations with grandma wong&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-style: italic;"&gt;-HIJAB&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-style: italic;"&gt; and more&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;but totally editted half of those cause cannot be for public viewing X) which reminds me that i should do a end of year post soon (a la sabrina woon :)) haha. but we'll see how that goes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and quite few more emails about taylorswiftlautneradventures :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh and i've established blackbird, gentlemen don't, and somewhere over the rainbow and can't help falling in love with you as part of my wedding song list.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but for now, i should get up and ready for mimi's birthday bbq this arvo with my fellow RN1s :D we made it baby !! :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3625899327190763132-6319351826311535803?l=sandyrad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sandyrad.blogspot.com/feeds/6319351826311535803/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3625899327190763132&amp;postID=6319351826311535803&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3625899327190763132/posts/default/6319351826311535803'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3625899327190763132/posts/default/6319351826311535803'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sandyrad.blogspot.com/2009/12/emails.html' title='emails.'/><author><name>sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05388190983101039756</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_Wu43pLyCdhA/SFELUn4_rHI/AAAAAAAAARM/KvDJeI9DeLQ/S220/n726840685_914908_2134.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3625899327190763132.post-1072122401445400572</id><published>2009-12-11T03:32:00.005+11:00</published><updated>2009-12-11T03:47:24.526+11:00</updated><title type='text'>i'm a satellite heart.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;gone.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; the most important people in my life.&lt;br /&gt;suwii. jemface. arman. nanda. my brother. janey. tiff. i feel like im living at the airport now, and i'll be there again this time next week with li off to vanuatu. beach. sun. photos. bring it :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;done.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; last clinicals ever. preceptorship done.&lt;br /&gt;even after a terrible shift (ended with me crying in the toilets x)) i have to say i had a great time at epworth. i'll miss it. the next time i enter a hospital, it'll be as a registered nurse.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;one.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; person in the world for you? is there really &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;the one&lt;/span&gt;?&lt;br /&gt;i'm not sure but all the drama that comes with it is with it better be worth it. but right now, i'm happy .. and i miss you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3625899327190763132-1072122401445400572?l=sandyrad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sandyrad.blogspot.com/feeds/1072122401445400572/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3625899327190763132&amp;postID=1072122401445400572&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3625899327190763132/posts/default/1072122401445400572'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3625899327190763132/posts/default/1072122401445400572'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sandyrad.blogspot.com/2009/12/im-satellite-heart.html' title='i&apos;m a satellite heart.'/><author><name>sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05388190983101039756</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_Wu43pLyCdhA/SFELUn4_rHI/AAAAAAAAARM/KvDJeI9DeLQ/S220/n726840685_914908_2134.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3625899327190763132.post-2447428309807186979</id><published>2009-12-05T02:25:00.001+11:00</published><updated>2009-12-05T02:29:38.125+11:00</updated><title type='text'>i need you in my lifeee.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos-d.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc3/hs024.snc3/11132_221886031146_644641146_4678369_4809426_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 231px; height: 308px;" src="http://photos-d.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc3/hs024.snc3/11132_221886031146_644641146_4678369_4809426_n.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh internet, how i've missed you so.&lt;br /&gt;so i haven't used the internet on my computer for what seems like weeks.&lt;br /&gt;so much facebook to catch up&lt;br /&gt;and tagged photos.&lt;br /&gt;and emo blogposts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but i'm exhausted and janey is in my bed.&lt;br /&gt;so, til another day my loves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5 shifts to go&lt;br /&gt;til i can sign RN1 after my name.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;also loves to pheebs who whoppwhopped me at my badge ceremony. ily.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3625899327190763132-2447428309807186979?l=sandyrad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sandyrad.blogspot.com/feeds/2447428309807186979/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3625899327190763132&amp;postID=2447428309807186979&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3625899327190763132/posts/default/2447428309807186979'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3625899327190763132/posts/default/2447428309807186979'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sandyrad.blogspot.com/2009/12/i-need-you-in-my-lifeee.html' title='i need you in my lifeee.'/><author><name>sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05388190983101039756</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_Wu43pLyCdhA/SFELUn4_rHI/AAAAAAAAARM/KvDJeI9DeLQ/S220/n726840685_914908_2134.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3625899327190763132.post-7076584398086987354</id><published>2009-12-02T12:30:00.004+11:00</published><updated>2009-12-02T12:41:43.303+11:00</updated><title type='text'>badge ceremony.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Wu43pLyCdhA/SxXFGxI_YkI/AAAAAAAABeE/b0rxNxc6QXw/s1600-h/12943_352608160180_577125180_10054796_3350757_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Wu43pLyCdhA/SxXFGxI_YkI/AAAAAAAABeE/b0rxNxc6QXw/s320/12943_352608160180_577125180_10054796_3350757_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5410447247416451650" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Wu43pLyCdhA/SxXFGs9NJII/AAAAAAAABd8/XhR16nOubX4/s1600-h/12943_352608245180_577125180_10054809_3372017_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 239px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Wu43pLyCdhA/SxXFGs9NJII/AAAAAAAABd8/XhR16nOubX4/s320/12943_352608245180_577125180_10054809_3372017_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5410447246293279874" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the uebergansters with their namesake :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Wu43pLyCdhA/SxXFGYdBFZI/AAAAAAAABd0/g3SNkBXdAzA/s1600-h/12943_352608290180_577125180_10054815_1094182_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 239px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Wu43pLyCdhA/SxXFGYdBFZI/AAAAAAAABd0/g3SNkBXdAzA/s320/12943_352608290180_577125180_10054815_1094182_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5410447240789562770" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;STEVE. what a tank srsly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Wu43pLyCdhA/SxXFF5SPXGI/AAAAAAAABds/927axH9KBm8/s1600-h/12943_352608300180_577125180_10054816_8212967_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 239px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Wu43pLyCdhA/SxXFF5SPXGI/AAAAAAAABds/927axH9KBm8/s320/12943_352608300180_577125180_10054816_8212967_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5410447232422861922" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;steve and joe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Wu43pLyCdhA/SxXFFktYw5I/AAAAAAAABdk/G8_yDIyK7Kk/s1600-h/12943_352608240180_577125180_10054808_743632_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Wu43pLyCdhA/SxXFFktYw5I/AAAAAAAABdk/G8_yDIyK7Kk/s320/12943_352608240180_577125180_10054808_743632_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5410447226899579794" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my two greatest loves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Wu43pLyCdhA/SxXE3Y6ogzI/AAAAAAAABdc/3-qrYx3S-r8/s1600-h/12943_352608230180_577125180_10054806_6105138_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Wu43pLyCdhA/SxXE3Y6ogzI/AAAAAAAABdc/3-qrYx3S-r8/s320/12943_352608230180_577125180_10054806_6105138_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5410446983215743794" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my favourite couple :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so the pseudograduation was last night, aka the badge ceremony.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it was amazing :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;two days ago, it looked like no one was going -- amy and diana hadn't bought badges, fran hadn't replied and lucy had placements and neil is a snorlax. but after some convincing, i turned up at 6pm at front cafe and &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;EVERYONE WAS THERE&lt;/span&gt; :) :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the whole ceremony was fairly enjoyable, with all our lectures there to make speeches and such and &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;HEAPSA OF MY PHOTOS&lt;/span&gt; were used in the photoslideshowvideolikething :) so proud! the moment standing behind the stage waiting for my name to be called was amazing, as my name was called by the amazing tanya uebergang, i looked into her eyes, smiled and skipped on stage to grab my badge from santha :D with a GO RAHFACE in the audience x) hehe. love my kids :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i am incredibly happy.&lt;br /&gt;now to get through 8 more shifts of placements!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3625899327190763132-7076584398086987354?l=sandyrad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sandyrad.blogspot.com/feeds/7076584398086987354/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3625899327190763132&amp;postID=7076584398086987354&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3625899327190763132/posts/default/7076584398086987354'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3625899327190763132/posts/default/7076584398086987354'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sandyrad.blogspot.com/2009/12/badge-ceremony.html' title='badge ceremony.'/><author><name>sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05388190983101039756</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_Wu43pLyCdhA/SFELUn4_rHI/AAAAAAAAARM/KvDJeI9DeLQ/S220/n726840685_914908_2134.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Wu43pLyCdhA/SxXFGxI_YkI/AAAAAAAABeE/b0rxNxc6QXw/s72-c/12943_352608160180_577125180_10054796_3350757_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3625899327190763132.post-2243611979092112721</id><published>2009-12-02T12:18:00.002+11:00</published><updated>2009-12-02T12:28:38.274+11:00</updated><title type='text'>i think i've done this quiz before but alo.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande',tahoma,verdana,arial,sans-serif; font-size: 11px; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); line-height: 14px;"&gt;If you married the last person that texted you what would your last name be?&lt;br /&gt;lee&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you know anyone named Molly?&lt;br /&gt;from primary school, but don't really know her anymore besides facebook x)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What smiley face do you use often?&lt;br /&gt;(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Honestly, have you ever eaten raw cookie dough?&lt;br /&gt;yesyesyes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande',tahoma,verdana,arial,sans-serif; font-size: 11px; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); line-height: 14px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who’s texted you in the past 24 hours?&lt;br /&gt;janey, nanda, jackie, amyahn, phoebe, lucy, neil, motherwong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who were you with Saturday night?&lt;br /&gt;janey, beyonce, lizzie maguire, johnjohn &amp;amp; the choir X)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is bothering you?&lt;br /&gt;5 days. placements.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande',tahoma,verdana,arial,sans-serif; font-size: 11px; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); line-height: 14px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What’s your favorite kind of ice cream?&lt;br /&gt;$1 korean icecream.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are any of your friends taller than you?&lt;br /&gt;some X) the important one is ;P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you like hugs?&lt;br /&gt;yesyesyes. i am a hugwhore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What are you listening to right now?&lt;br /&gt;maybe i was born to&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande',tahoma,verdana,arial,sans-serif; font-size: 11px; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); line-height: 14px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who’s the last person you talked to on the phone?&lt;br /&gt;bandana&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande',tahoma,verdana,arial,sans-serif; font-size: 11px; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); line-height: 14px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Feel like talking to someone you haven’t in a while?&lt;br /&gt;i should write an email.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who was the first person you talked to today?&lt;br /&gt;well if today was counted as midnight, amyahn x)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Has anyone ever sang to you?&lt;br /&gt;yesssssssss &lt;3 the way to my heart srsly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Has anybody ever told you that you have pretty eyes?&lt;br /&gt;yesss :) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande',tahoma,verdana,arial,sans-serif; font-size: 11px; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); line-height: 14px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How was your weekend?&lt;br /&gt;janeyjaneyjaney. bootylicious. toga.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will you be up before seven am tomorrow?&lt;br /&gt;yes, i start work at 7.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is something you disliked about your day?&lt;br /&gt;placements in 1.5 hours.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande',tahoma,verdana,arial,sans-serif; font-size: 11px; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); line-height: 14px;"&gt;How late did you stay up last night?&lt;br /&gt;3ish, and yes my grandma was GIRL CANNOT GO OUT PAST 3am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you’re home alone do you still close the door when you shower?&lt;br /&gt;yessssssssssssssssssssss&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande',tahoma,verdana,arial,sans-serif; font-size: 11px; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); line-height: 14px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can you remember the last time you really liked someone?&lt;br /&gt;nownownow&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What were you doing at 10 last night?&lt;br /&gt;were we still at viethouse? or driving :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande',tahoma,verdana,arial,sans-serif; font-size: 11px; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); line-height: 14px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Were you in a good mood last night?&lt;br /&gt;definately.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande',tahoma,verdana,arial,sans-serif; font-size: 11px; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); line-height: 14px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When was the last picture you took?&lt;br /&gt;last night at badge ceremony :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande',tahoma,verdana,arial,sans-serif; font-size: 11px; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); line-height: 14px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Would you ever dye your hair red?&lt;br /&gt;mebe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What are you doing for valentines day?&lt;br /&gt;working prolly D:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3625899327190763132-2243611979092112721?l=sandyrad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sandyrad.blogspot.com/feeds/2243611979092112721/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3625899327190763132&amp;postID=2243611979092112721&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3625899327190763132/posts/default/2243611979092112721'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3625899327190763132/posts/default/2243611979092112721'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sandyrad.blogspot.com/2009/12/i-think-ive-done-this-quiz-before-but.html' title='i think i&apos;ve done this quiz before but alo.'/><author><name>sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05388190983101039756</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_Wu43pLyCdhA/SFELUn4_rHI/AAAAAAAAARM/KvDJeI9DeLQ/S220/n726840685_914908_2134.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3625899327190763132.post-3683828316386686713</id><published>2009-11-27T00:25:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2009-11-27T00:26:33.602+11:00</updated><title type='text'>i know very well.</title><content type='html'>so life,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;placementsplacementsplacements&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;earlylatesearlylates&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but i'm halfway through now with TWO WEEKS LEFT EVER (if i pass) and i think i'm finally getting the hang of things (: i was just chatting to my &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;VADERCEPTOR&lt;/span&gt; today during lunch break and she was just telling me abt the students she failed (by this point i was semifreaking out) and so i stopped her and jokingly asked how i was going and she said i good (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so yes, it's been good, i think. i've gotten used to the ward, so i'm not just wandering aimlessly around the place looking for linen and i've gotten into the routine of things. well, i'd like to think so. and i think i'm lovely. haha. patients tend to stay a little longer in ortho - about a week or so - so you get to know them. so i was working in room 13 end of last week/early this but the past few days i've been in other rooms, but went into rm13 to help the other nurse and they were all like HII SARAHHH :D heh. i am awesome. one of the patients said i would be a good mother, cause i was playing colouring with one of the little kids ( her name was bella, yes like from twilight hello taylor lautner :D)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;so the year is drawing to a close&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and all the end of year events and such are happening. this year's pretty special because of graduations and all that jazz. i've got the khoowong dinner on monday, then my grandma's coming on tuesday morning which is dec 1st aka my badge ceremony :D then the saturday after, dec 5th is my brother's graduation and then ida's 18th at night. then it's dec 7th, which is the day before dominic monaghan's birthday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;three days after that, i'm done with placements FOREVER.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and finally, ten days after THAT.. lilychen and myself will be reunited with our suweng&lt;br /&gt;in VANUATU :) :) sexy times to be had.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but for now, i sleep. i have a free lunch to attend tomorrow :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3625899327190763132-3683828316386686713?l=sandyrad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sandyrad.blogspot.com/feeds/3683828316386686713/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3625899327190763132&amp;postID=3683828316386686713&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3625899327190763132/posts/default/3683828316386686713'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3625899327190763132/posts/default/3683828316386686713'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sandyrad.blogspot.com/2009/11/i-know-very-well.html' title='i know very well.'/><author><name>sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05388190983101039756</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_Wu43pLyCdhA/SFELUn4_rHI/AAAAAAAAARM/KvDJeI9DeLQ/S220/n726840685_914908_2134.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3625899327190763132.post-3764992451139532949</id><published>2009-11-26T23:34:00.005+11:00</published><updated>2009-11-27T00:28:22.390+11:00</updated><title type='text'>i steal janey songs.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Wu43pLyCdhA/Sw6BMlvh3kI/AAAAAAAABdM/VIRkbl7Abd8/s1600/Romeo_Juliet_1996_1200_l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 208px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Wu43pLyCdhA/Sw6BMlvh3kI/AAAAAAAABdM/VIRkbl7Abd8/s320/Romeo_Juliet_1996_1200_l.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5408402255808421442" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;You run your fingers across my lips&lt;br /&gt;No I've never felt like this before, no, no&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I know I'm young but I know love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I'd know I know an angel if I saw one&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;But I know very well&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Gentlemen don't kiss and tell&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I promise I won't tell the world&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;If you say you want to be my girl&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;In your own words..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm just a simple man, simple plans,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Good work, take care of fam,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm sure you understand&lt;br /&gt;Because you're heaven sent, independent,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Do you think you need me?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I think I need you girl, baby can't you see?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I know very well&lt;br /&gt;Gentlemen don't kiss and tell&lt;br /&gt;And I promise I won't tell the world&lt;br /&gt;If you say you want to be my girl&lt;br /&gt;In your words..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cards on the table&lt;br /&gt;Willing and able&lt;br /&gt;Stable, capable&lt;br /&gt;Of holding you down&lt;br /&gt;I'm just sayin..&lt;br /&gt;I'm not complaining&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Your love is worth waitin' for&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I know very well&lt;br /&gt;Gentlemen don't kiss and tell&lt;br /&gt;And I promise I won't tell the world&lt;br /&gt;If you say you want to be my girl&lt;br /&gt;In your words..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3625899327190763132-3764992451139532949?l=sandyrad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sandyrad.blogspot.com/feeds/3764992451139532949/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3625899327190763132&amp;postID=3764992451139532949&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3625899327190763132/posts/default/3764992451139532949'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3625899327190763132/posts/default/3764992451139532949'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sandyrad.blogspot.com/2009/11/i-steal-janey-songs.html' title='i steal janey songs.'/><author><name>sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05388190983101039756</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_Wu43pLyCdhA/SFELUn4_rHI/AAAAAAAAARM/KvDJeI9DeLQ/S220/n726840685_914908_2134.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Wu43pLyCdhA/Sw6BMlvh3kI/AAAAAAAABdM/VIRkbl7Abd8/s72-c/Romeo_Juliet_1996_1200_l.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3625899327190763132.post-913221596690168417</id><published>2009-11-23T10:27:00.002+11:00</published><updated>2009-11-23T10:50:01.250+11:00</updated><title type='text'>i'm still trying to not mess up.</title><content type='html'>Would you shave your head if a family member asked you to because they had cancer?&lt;br /&gt;it'll be hard, but in the end i think i would. and get a wig.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What would you do if the doctor told you that you were pregnant?&lt;br /&gt;HCG testt&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did the one person who hurt you the most in your life apologize?&lt;br /&gt;yes, but it still doesn't seem like they meant it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are you good at hiding your feelings?&lt;br /&gt;at times, yes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Explain the last time you threw up:&lt;br /&gt;in canada, after eating yumcha. Yes, it tasted like jook.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last thing that made you cry:&lt;br /&gt;re-watching jim&amp;amp;pam's wedding :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you have a bad temper?&lt;br /&gt;yes D:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you think you'll be married in 10 years?&lt;br /&gt;i hope to be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How many funerals have you been to in your lifetime?&lt;br /&gt;a few.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How often do you think about suicide?&lt;br /&gt;not recently.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is your deepest fear?&lt;br /&gt;losing everything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you REALLY love all your family?&lt;br /&gt;yes :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did you reject or accept your last friend request?&lt;br /&gt;reject&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Was the last person you hugged a male or female?&lt;br /&gt;male&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are you taller than your mum?&lt;br /&gt;yes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you find it hard to trust others?&lt;br /&gt;not particulary&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last compliment you received?&lt;br /&gt;:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What did you wish for on your birthday?&lt;br /&gt;haha more cake?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Were you single on your last birthday?&lt;br /&gt;yes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Would you be able to date someone who doesn't make you laugh?&lt;br /&gt;CANNOT. laughter = love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are you scared to fall in love?&lt;br /&gt;yes, don't want to get hurt again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Has someone of the opposite sex ever told you they loved you, and meant it?&lt;br /&gt;i think so :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you say you 'dont care' do you mean it?&lt;br /&gt;not always.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are you sarcastic?&lt;br /&gt;yes, apparently.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The last time you really laughed?&lt;br /&gt;last night. something about 80 tolerance and car upholstery.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What hurts right now?&lt;br /&gt;dramarama.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is your hair naturally curly or straight?&lt;br /&gt;straight&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you usually apologize first?&lt;br /&gt;yes, if warranted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you still watch movies on VCR?&lt;br /&gt;like, recorded masterchef yes x)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do people ever call you by your last name?&lt;br /&gt;yes ;P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever fallen asleep thinking about a boy/girl?&lt;br /&gt;:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ever felt like you're not good enough?&lt;br /&gt;all the time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you miss anyone?&lt;br /&gt;yup. mbro is too far away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you think two people can last forever?&lt;br /&gt;i'd like to think so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When was the last time you held hands with someone?&lt;br /&gt;D: can't remember.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Does it make you uncomfortable when you receive a compliment?&lt;br /&gt;at times, yes. but learning to accept them :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is there a person you look at and automatically smile?&lt;br /&gt;yes please.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When was the last time you were unhappy with your life?&lt;br /&gt;october 17th&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you want your life to stay the way it is right now forever?&lt;br /&gt;no way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can you recall the last time you liked someone?&lt;br /&gt;yesss&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who is someone you wish you could fix things with?&lt;br /&gt;two people in particular.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did your parents spoil you as a child?&lt;br /&gt;of course :D imma princessss.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where EXACTLY were you when you entered 2009?&lt;br /&gt;watching the crystal ball drop on tv, in Dix Hills, Long Island, America :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What do you feel weird without?&lt;br /&gt;MY PHONE D:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you brush your hair with a comb or a brush?&lt;br /&gt;confession: i don't really brush my hair D: UNRULY HAIR.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How many hours of sleep did you get last night?&lt;br /&gt;7ish?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you like funny people or serious people?&lt;br /&gt;a balance of both. but more funny kthanks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What are you listening to?&lt;br /&gt;art of love - guy sebastian + jordin sparks (kthanks li ;D)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Cause I'm still learning the art of love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; I'm still trying to not mess up&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; So whenever I stumble let me know&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; You need to spell it out for me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Cause I'm still trying to learn the art of love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are you wearing any make up right now?&lt;br /&gt;nope&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you sing in the car?&lt;br /&gt;constantly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever cried from being so mad?&lt;br /&gt;defo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Expecting something to change in the next month?&lt;br /&gt;everything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you talked about marriage with another person?&lt;br /&gt;marriage. honeymoons. kids. everything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Could you ever be friends with someone who hurt you badly?&lt;br /&gt;we'll see.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are you proud of who you are?&lt;br /&gt;at times yes, since i'm about to graduate and i'm only 20 what. but in other aspects, no.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you feel alone even in crowded rooms?&lt;br /&gt;when there's no janey, yes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're dying in 10 seconds, what are your last words to your best friend?&lt;br /&gt;IT'S LIKE A TANKK TOPPPP. ily.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...to your worst enemy?&lt;br /&gt;Neeed a lift? A pun? yeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you care if people hate you?&lt;br /&gt;yes, always.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Name one moment where you couldn't control your rage:&lt;br /&gt;D:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Name one moment where you sincerely wanted to just die:&lt;br /&gt;January 10th 2009&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For the last one, just say anything you want, anything at all:&lt;br /&gt;I miss you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3625899327190763132-913221596690168417?l=sandyrad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sandyrad.blogspot.com/feeds/913221596690168417/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3625899327190763132&amp;postID=913221596690168417&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3625899327190763132/posts/default/913221596690168417'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3625899327190763132/posts/default/913221596690168417'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sandyrad.blogspot.com/2009/11/im-still-trying-to-not-mess-up.html' title='i&apos;m still trying to not mess up.'/><author><name>sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05388190983101039756</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_Wu43pLyCdhA/SFELUn4_rHI/AAAAAAAAARM/KvDJeI9DeLQ/S220/n726840685_914908_2134.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3625899327190763132.post-1320627926007360557</id><published>2009-11-20T12:21:00.002+11:00</published><updated>2009-11-20T12:31:01.358+11:00</updated><title type='text'>countdowns.</title><content type='html'>06 days til suwiidepartureforvanuatu&lt;br /&gt;10 days til my grandma is here&lt;br /&gt;11 days til badge ceremony&lt;br /&gt;15 days til brother's graduation/ ida's bdayparty&lt;br /&gt;17 days til the nbdeparture&lt;br /&gt;22 days til janeymsiatime&lt;br /&gt;26 days til rmit graduation&lt;br /&gt;27 days til the vanuatudeparture&lt;br /&gt;35 days til christmas&lt;br /&gt;41 days til 2010&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; 16 shifts of studentnursingleft before graduate if pass :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3625899327190763132-1320627926007360557?l=sandyrad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sandyrad.blogspot.com/feeds/1320627926007360557/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3625899327190763132&amp;postID=1320627926007360557&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3625899327190763132/posts/default/1320627926007360557'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3625899327190763132/posts/default/1320627926007360557'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sandyrad.blogspot.com/2009/11/countdowns.html' title='countdowns.'/><author><name>sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05388190983101039756</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_Wu43pLyCdhA/SFELUn4_rHI/AAAAAAAAARM/KvDJeI9DeLQ/S220/n726840685_914908_2134.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3625899327190763132.post-3884737801147031542</id><published>2009-11-17T22:04:00.003+11:00</published><updated>2009-11-17T22:23:55.249+11:00</updated><title type='text'>phileo.</title><content type='html'>i feel the need to update, but don't really have anything to update.&lt;br /&gt;i also haven't taken photos for that long, so i have nothing to update.&lt;br /&gt;so i looked through my chrismartin folder and found these that i never uploaded.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i know everyone thinks their doggie is the cutest, but really. phileo is the cutest dog ever. pwnz you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Wu43pLyCdhA/SwKE9UCl3nI/AAAAAAAABdE/r5MSrqF7eio/s1600/IMG_3929.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Wu43pLyCdhA/SwKE9UCl3nI/AAAAAAAABdE/r5MSrqF7eio/s320/IMG_3929.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5405028691684482674" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;gimme my close up :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Wu43pLyCdhA/SwKE8w4InrI/AAAAAAAABc8/xqc6BnIcwsI/s1600/IMG_3922.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Wu43pLyCdhA/SwKE8w4InrI/AAAAAAAABc8/xqc6BnIcwsI/s320/IMG_3922.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5405028682245381810" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;schleeppytiredface.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Wu43pLyCdhA/SwKE8u87-TI/AAAAAAAABc0/GEYays5qhXg/s1600/IMG_3924.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Wu43pLyCdhA/SwKE8u87-TI/AAAAAAAABc0/GEYays5qhXg/s320/IMG_3924.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5405028681728653618" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pensive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Wu43pLyCdhA/SwKE8HhG_bI/AAAAAAAABcs/f9ihQj8pGNA/s1600/IMG_3918.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Wu43pLyCdhA/SwKE8HhG_bI/AAAAAAAABcs/f9ihQj8pGNA/s320/IMG_3918.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5405028671142952370" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wazzzzupp.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so placements so far have been okay :) but i don't know how i'm going to survive another 4 weeks.. and the rest of my life living shiftwork. i'm exhausted already and all i want to do is sleep. my nanna naps are the highlight of the day. besides that, nothing much to report. but yes, i'm very happy :) :) cause this one is how we rolled.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3625899327190763132-3884737801147031542?l=sandyrad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sandyrad.blogspot.com/feeds/3884737801147031542/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3625899327190763132&amp;postID=3884737801147031542&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3625899327190763132/posts/default/3884737801147031542'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3625899327190763132/posts/default/3884737801147031542'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sandyrad.blogspot.com/2009/11/phileo.html' title='phileo.'/><author><name>sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05388190983101039756</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_Wu43pLyCdhA/SFELUn4_rHI/AAAAAAAAARM/KvDJeI9DeLQ/S220/n726840685_914908_2134.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Wu43pLyCdhA/SwKE9UCl3nI/AAAAAAAABdE/r5MSrqF7eio/s72-c/IMG_3929.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3625899327190763132.post-2604830841824477742</id><published>2009-11-17T21:59:00.001+11:00</published><updated>2009-11-17T22:00:29.051+11:00</updated><title type='text'>therapist?</title><content type='html'>for your reference again. stalk me please :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;d: 0700-1500     e: 1400-2200&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span lang="en-AU"&gt;&lt;div style="margin: 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri,sans-serif; font-size: 55px;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 11px;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;table style="border-style: none; border-collapse: collapse; width: 300pt;" border="1" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0"&gt; &lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt; &lt;td style="border: 1pt solid windowtext; padding: 0pt 5.4pt; width: 46.15pt;" valign="top" width="76"&gt; &lt;div style="margin: 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri,sans-serif; font-size: 85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 11px;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12px;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td style="border-style: solid solid solid none; padding: 0pt 5.4pt; width: 65.5pt; color: windowtext;" valign="top" width="109"&gt; &lt;div style="margin: 0pt; text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri,sans-serif; font-size: 85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 11px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Monday&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;/td&gt; &lt;td style="border-style: solid solid solid none; padding: 0pt 5.4pt; width: 54.15pt; color: windowtext;" valign="top" width="90"&gt; &lt;div style="margin: 0pt; text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri,sans-serif; font-size: 85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 11px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Tuesday&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;/td&gt; &lt;td style="border-style: solid solid solid none; padding: 0pt 5.4pt; width: 70.15pt; color: windowtext;" valign="top" width="116"&gt; &lt;div style="margin: 0pt; text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri,sans-serif; font-size: 85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 11px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Wednesday&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;/td&gt; &lt;td style="border-style: solid solid solid none; padding: 0pt 5.4pt; width: 60.85pt; color: windowtext;" valign="top" width="101"&gt; &lt;div style="margin: 0pt; text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri,sans-serif; font-size: 85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 11px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Thursday&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;/td&gt; &lt;td style="border-style: solid solid solid none; padding: 0pt 5.4pt; width: 45.5pt; color: windowtext;" valign="top" width="75"&gt; &lt;div style="margin: 0pt; text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri,sans-serif; font-size: 85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 11px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Friday&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;/td&gt;   &lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr&gt; &lt;td style="border-style: none solid solid; padding: 0pt 5.4pt; width: 46.15pt; color: windowtext;" valign="top" width="76"&gt; &lt;div style="margin: 0pt; text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri,sans-serif; font-size: 85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 11px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Week 1 (16/11)&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;/td&gt; &lt;td style="border-style: none solid solid none; border-right: 1pt solid windowtext; border-bottom: 1pt solid windowtext; padding: 0pt 5.4pt; width: 65.5pt;" valign="top" width="109"&gt; &lt;div style="margin: 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri,sans-serif; font-size: 85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 11px;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12px;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="margin: 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri,sans-serif; font-size: 85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 11px;"&gt;Orientation&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;/td&gt; &lt;td style="border-style: none solid solid none; border-right: 1pt solid windowtext; border-bottom: 1pt solid windowtext; padding: 0pt 5.4pt; width: 54.15pt;" valign="top" width="90"&gt; &lt;div style="margin: 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri,sans-serif; font-size: 85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 11px;"&gt;D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;/td&gt; &lt;td style="border-style: none solid solid none; border-right: 1pt solid windowtext; border-bottom: 1pt solid windowtext; padding: 0pt 5.4pt; width: 70.15pt;" valign="top" width="116"&gt; &lt;div style="margin: 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri,sans-serif; font-size: 85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 11px;"&gt;E&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;/td&gt; &lt;td style="border-style: none solid solid none; border-right: 1pt solid windowtext; border-bottom: 1pt solid windowtext; padding: 0pt 5.4pt; width: 60.85pt;" valign="top" width="101"&gt; &lt;div style="margin: 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri,sans-serif; font-size: 85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 11px;"&gt;D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;/td&gt; &lt;td style="border-style: none solid solid none; border-right: 1pt solid windowtext; border-bottom: 1pt solid windowtext; padding: 0pt 5.4pt; width: 45.5pt;" valign="top" width="75"&gt; &lt;div style="margin: 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri,sans-serif; font-size: 85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 11px;"&gt;E&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="margin: 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri,sans-serif; font-size: 85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 11px;"&gt;Rita&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;/td&gt;   &lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr&gt; &lt;td style="border-style: none solid solid; padding: 0pt 5.4pt; width: 46.15pt; color: windowtext;" valign="top" width="76"&gt; &lt;div style="margin: 0pt; text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri,sans-serif; font-size: 85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 11px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Week 2&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="margin: 0pt; text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri,sans-serif; font-size: 85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 11px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;(23/11)&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;/td&gt; &lt;td style="border-style: none solid solid none; border-right: 1pt solid windowtext; border-bottom: 1pt solid windowtext; padding: 0pt 5.4pt; width: 65.5pt;" valign="top" width="109"&gt; &lt;div style="margin: 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri,sans-serif; font-size: 85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 11px;"&gt;E&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;/td&gt; &lt;td style="border-style: none solid solid none; border-right: 1pt solid windowtext; border-bottom: 1pt solid windowtext; padding: 0pt 5.4pt; width: 54.15pt;" valign="top" width="90"&gt; &lt;div style="margin: 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri,sans-serif; font-size: 85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 11px;"&gt;D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;/td&gt; &lt;td style="border-style: none solid solid none; border-right: 1pt solid windowtext; border-bottom: 1pt solid windowtext; padding: 0pt 5.4pt; width: 70.15pt;" valign="top" width="116"&gt; &lt;div style="margin: 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri,sans-serif; font-size: 85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 11px;"&gt;E&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;/td&gt; &lt;td style="border-style: none solid solid none; border-right: 1pt solid windowtext; border-bottom: 1pt solid windowtext; padding: 0pt 5.4pt; width: 60.85pt;" valign="top" width="101"&gt; &lt;div style="margin: 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri,sans-serif; font-size: 85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 11px;"&gt;D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;/td&gt; &lt;td style="border-style: none solid solid none; border-right: 1pt solid windowtext; border-bottom: 1pt solid windowtext; padding: 0pt 5.4pt; width: 45.5pt;" valign="top" width="75"&gt; &lt;div style="margin: 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri,sans-serif; font-size: 85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 11px;"&gt;E&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="margin: 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri,sans-serif; font-size: 85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 11px;"&gt;Rita&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;/td&gt;   &lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr&gt; &lt;td style="border-style: none solid solid; padding: 0pt 5.4pt; width: 46.15pt; color: windowtext;" valign="top" width="76"&gt; &lt;div style="margin: 0pt; text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri,sans-serif; font-size: 85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 11px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Week 3&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="margin: 0pt; text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri,sans-serif; font-size: 85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 11px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;(30/11)&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;/td&gt; &lt;td style="border-style: none solid solid none; border-right: 1pt solid windowtext; border-bottom: 1pt solid windowtext; padding: 0pt 5.4pt; width: 65.5pt;" valign="top" width="109"&gt; &lt;div style="margin: 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri,sans-serif; font-size: 85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 11px;"&gt;D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;/td&gt; &lt;td style="border-style: none solid solid none; border-right: 1pt solid windowtext; border-bottom: 1pt solid windowtext; padding: 0pt 5.4pt; width: 54.15pt;" valign="top" width="90"&gt; &lt;div style="margin: 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri,sans-serif; font-size: 85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 11px;"&gt;D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;/td&gt; &lt;td style="border-style: none solid solid none; border-right: 1pt solid windowtext; border-bottom: 1pt solid windowtext; padding: 0pt 5.4pt; width: 70.15pt;" valign="top" width="116"&gt; &lt;div style="margin: 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri,sans-serif; font-size: 85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 11px;"&gt;E&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;/td&gt; &lt;td style="border-style: none solid solid none; border-right: 1pt solid windowtext; border-bottom: 1pt solid windowtext; padding: 0pt 5.4pt; width: 60.85pt;" valign="top" width="101"&gt; &lt;div style="margin: 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri,sans-serif; font-size: 85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 11px;"&gt;D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;/td&gt; &lt;td style="border-style: none solid solid none; border-right: 1pt solid windowtext; border-bottom: 1pt solid windowtext; padding: 0pt 5.4pt; width: 45.5pt;" valign="top" width="75"&gt; &lt;div style="margin: 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri,sans-serif; font-size: 85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 11px;"&gt;D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;/td&gt;   &lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr&gt; &lt;td style="border-style: none solid solid; padding: 0pt 5.4pt; width: 46.15pt; color: windowtext;" valign="top" width="76"&gt; &lt;div style="margin: 0pt; text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri,sans-serif; font-size: 85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 11px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Week 4&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="margin: 0pt; text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri,sans-serif; font-size: 85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 11px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;(7/12)&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;/td&gt; &lt;td style="border-style: none solid solid none; border-right: 1pt solid windowtext; border-bottom: 1pt solid windowtext; padding: 0pt 5.4pt; width: 65.5pt;" valign="top" width="109"&gt; &lt;div style="margin: 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri,sans-serif; font-size: 85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 11px;"&gt;D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;/td&gt; &lt;td style="border-style: none solid solid none; border-right: 1pt solid windowtext; border-bottom: 1pt solid windowtext; padding: 0pt 5.4pt; width: 54.15pt;" valign="top" width="90"&gt; &lt;div style="margin: 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri,sans-serif; font-size: 85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 11px;"&gt;D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;/td&gt; &lt;td style="border-style: none solid solid none; border-right: 1pt solid windowtext; border-bottom: 1pt solid windowtext; padding: 0pt 5.4pt; width: 70.15pt;" valign="top" width="116"&gt; &lt;div style="margin: 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri,sans-serif; font-size: 85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 11px;"&gt;E&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;/td&gt; &lt;td style="border-style: none solid solid none; border-right: 1pt solid windowtext; border-bottom: 1pt solid windowtext; padding: 0pt 5.4pt; width: 60.85pt;" valign="top" width="101"&gt; &lt;div style="margin: 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri,sans-serif; font-size: 85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 11px;"&gt;D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;/td&gt; &lt;td style="border-style: none solid solid none; border-right: 1pt solid windowtext; border-bottom: 1pt solid windowtext; padding: 0pt 5.4pt; width: 45.5pt;" valign="top" width="75"&gt; &lt;div style="margin: 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri,sans-serif; font-size: 85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 11px;"&gt;E&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="margin: 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri,sans-serif; font-size: 85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 11px;"&gt;Rita&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;/td&gt;   &lt;/tr&gt; &lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt; &lt;div style="margin: 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri,sans-serif; font-size: 85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 11px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3625899327190763132-2604830841824477742?l=sandyrad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sandyrad.blogspot.com/feeds/2604830841824477742/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3625899327190763132&amp;postID=2604830841824477742&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3625899327190763132/posts/default/2604830841824477742'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3625899327190763132/posts/default/2604830841824477742'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sandyrad.blogspot.com/2009/11/therapist.html' title='therapist?'/><author><name>sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05388190983101039756</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_Wu43pLyCdhA/SFELUn4_rHI/AAAAAAAAARM/KvDJeI9DeLQ/S220/n726840685_914908_2134.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3625899327190763132.post-7931099157826901520</id><published>2009-11-16T22:20:00.003+11:00</published><updated>2009-11-16T22:21:56.982+11:00</updated><title type='text'>prewhat?</title><content type='html'>Nanda says:&lt;br /&gt;:P &lt;br /&gt; woah&lt;br /&gt; such an awesome title&lt;br /&gt; I AM.&lt;br /&gt; YOUR.&lt;br /&gt; door swoosh opens&lt;br /&gt; smoke comes out&lt;br /&gt; back-lit environment&lt;br /&gt; PRECEPTOR.&lt;br /&gt;rah says:&lt;br /&gt; AHHAHAA&lt;br /&gt; DUN DUN DUNNNNNnn&lt;br /&gt;Nanda says:&lt;br /&gt; ksshhkkk *vader*&lt;br /&gt; ahahha&lt;br /&gt;rah says:&lt;br /&gt; ahaha&lt;br /&gt; so epic right&lt;br /&gt; i want to be a preceptor&lt;br /&gt; when im prownurse&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so i'm doing my preceptorship, which means i follow just one nurse around for 4 weeks and she assesses me on my skills and whether or not i am worthy to pass/ proficient to graduate. it's kinda daunting. i officially start tomorrow so pray that i get along with her, cause i'm stuck with her for 4 weeks! my people skills suck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay really, bed now. 6am tmo.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3625899327190763132-7931099157826901520?l=sandyrad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sandyrad.blogspot.com/feeds/7931099157826901520/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3625899327190763132&amp;postID=7931099157826901520&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3625899327190763132/posts/default/7931099157826901520'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3625899327190763132/posts/default/7931099157826901520'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sandyrad.blogspot.com/2009/11/prewhat.html' title='prewhat?'/><author><name>sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05388190983101039756</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_Wu43pLyCdhA/SFELUn4_rHI/AAAAAAAAARM/KvDJeI9DeLQ/S220/n726840685_914908_2134.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3625899327190763132.post-2918829285265884022</id><published>2009-11-16T21:22:00.001+11:00</published><updated>2009-11-16T22:19:51.809+11:00</updated><title type='text'>never tie us down.</title><content type='html'>i should sleep. but my favourite people are busy and i have nothing to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;= survey timez.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Spell your name without an L :&lt;br /&gt;sarah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When was the last time you were told you were cute?&lt;br /&gt;:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you have unlimited texting?&lt;br /&gt;YESYESYES and it's the best thing ever kthanks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What do you have to say about the first person on your top friends?&lt;br /&gt;who was my first person on my topfriends? suwiing? she has a blog! and is going to tasmania soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did any particular thing brighten up your day today?&lt;br /&gt;hudsons :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Does anyone hate you?&lt;br /&gt;possibly. various people's parents D:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you like to text or call more?&lt;br /&gt;txt txt txt pxt but i like calls also :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you have an older brother?&lt;br /&gt;yes, he wears threadless shirts and is kinda cooler thann me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Were you happy when you woke up this morning?&lt;br /&gt;ngahhharrghhh = exact thoughts this morning&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is there someone you can’t stop thinking about?&lt;br /&gt;yes :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you know anyone with the same name as you?&lt;br /&gt;not anybody in a cemetery.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Does anyone have feelings for you?&lt;br /&gt;yes please.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What're you doing tomorrow?&lt;br /&gt;taking the 48 tram at 6.28am for preceptorship at epworth :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you have someone of the opposite sex you can tell anything to?&lt;br /&gt;yess :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are you happy right now?&lt;br /&gt;i'm pretty excited to sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are you single? If so, who do you like flirting with?&lt;br /&gt;yes, janey lee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will you regret your next kiss?&lt;br /&gt;engagement day kthanksbye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What was the last thing you threw at someone?&lt;br /&gt;D:          can't remember.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you follow recipes?&lt;br /&gt;not particularly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you look people in the eye when you talk to them?&lt;br /&gt;yes O________O&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you follow your head or your heart?&lt;br /&gt;my heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When was the last time you used a glue stick?&lt;br /&gt;pva glue. on my hands. cause it's cool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you ever look back at your yearbooks?&lt;br /&gt;always. the buchanan. good times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you introduce yourself, do you give hand shakes?&lt;br /&gt;generally yes, in a social setting. but in nursing setting no.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is there a limit to how many best friends you have?&lt;br /&gt;is there? i don't think so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you like screamo music?&lt;br /&gt;no thanks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Would you rather have money or love?&lt;br /&gt;LOVE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you have the strength to say goodbye forever?&lt;br /&gt;do i? i don't think so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever walked away from someone and they didn't come after you?&lt;br /&gt;never &gt;:P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Would you date a 18 year old at the age you are now?&lt;br /&gt;no way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What about 30?&lt;br /&gt;if they look good for their age.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you had the chance to shoot someone, would you?&lt;br /&gt;why would you, if you can just PUSH THEM ON THE TRAIN&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Name something you dislike about the day you're having:&lt;br /&gt;the early nights.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who was the last person to smoke a cigarette in your presence?&lt;br /&gt;random people near the bench.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are you dating the last person you texted?&lt;br /&gt;i am in a relationship with jane lee, yes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who was the last person you talked to before you went to bed last night?&lt;br /&gt;nbd.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What were you doing last night at midnight?&lt;br /&gt;studying about ACL's&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If someone liked you right now, would you want them to tell you?&lt;br /&gt;constantly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Could you go out in public looking like you do now?&lt;br /&gt;in my ctrlz threadlesstee and pink boardies. i am hot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are you alone in the room?&lt;br /&gt;yes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What are you doing Friday?&lt;br /&gt;placements and then IMPACT :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are you always happy?&lt;br /&gt;not situationally happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are you on any medication?&lt;br /&gt;nope.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you want more piercings?&lt;br /&gt;maybe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you try to please everyone?&lt;br /&gt;i try to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you wish someone would call you right now?&lt;br /&gt;yes please. but no thanks cause going to sleep now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you laugh at stupid things?&lt;br /&gt;always. ndjokes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you cried this week?&lt;br /&gt;yessum. WHY DIDNT YOU WRITE ME? I WROTE YOU 365 TIMESSSS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;do you like the colour pink?&lt;br /&gt;yes :D :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are you wearing school shorts?&lt;br /&gt;no, but i often do (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you say you don't care, do you usually mean it?&lt;br /&gt;sometimes. sometimes i just don't want to deal with it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How often do you hold back from saying what you are thinking?&lt;br /&gt;depends who from.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can you recall the last time you liked someone a lot?&lt;br /&gt;yessss.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you crack your knuckles a lot?&lt;br /&gt;I CANT. i can't click either.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How long does it take you to fall asleep at night?&lt;br /&gt;not long ;P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How many people do you trust fully?&lt;br /&gt;3 or 4?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are you happy with the choices you've made?&lt;br /&gt;i'd like to think so. but i'm not 100% sure yet. but i am happy :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you ever think about the past?&lt;br /&gt;always.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When was the last time you wanted to punch someone in their face?&lt;br /&gt;this arvo at the bustop but then a little kid came along ;P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The person you like/love runs up and kisses you, what do you do?&lt;br /&gt;punch that someone in their face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are you okay with making a total fool of yourself?&lt;br /&gt;OK . SIDEWAYS MAN WHOA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you still pinky promise?&lt;br /&gt;always :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What's the most important part of a relationship in your opinion?&lt;br /&gt;trust.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sex ruins relationships, right?&lt;br /&gt;outside marriage, yes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When was the last time you saw someone really attractive?&lt;br /&gt;today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When was the last time you really laughed?&lt;br /&gt;today :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is there anyone who doesn't like you because of something you did?&lt;br /&gt;maybe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you like Red Bull?&lt;br /&gt;nope. natural high kthanks :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever wished on a shooting star?&lt;br /&gt;yes. don't often see them though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you have a best friend that knows you inside and out?&lt;br /&gt;yes, better than i know myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can a boy and girl be friends without having feelings for each other?&lt;br /&gt;yes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is there anyone you wish you could be spending time with right now?&lt;br /&gt;yes please.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is there someone who meant a lot to you at one point, and isn't around now?&lt;br /&gt;they may still be around, but not in that sense anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're locked in a room with the person you fell hardest for, any problems?&lt;br /&gt;eat them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The boy/girl you truly care about needs you at 3 AM, would you go?&lt;br /&gt;this calls for a maccacss runn :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wallpaper on your phone?&lt;br /&gt;ikea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay bed hello :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3625899327190763132-2918829285265884022?l=sandyrad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_Wu43pLyCdhA/SFELUn4_rHI/AAAAAAAAARM/KvDJeI9DeLQ/S220/n726840685_914908_2134.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3625899327190763132.post-6389238643595707890</id><published>2009-11-16T01:07:00.002+11:00</published><updated>2009-11-16T01:09:08.464+11:00</updated><title type='text'>bridge rd.</title><content type='html'>so i start preceptorship tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;four weeks of clinicals.&lt;br /&gt;one preceptor.&lt;br /&gt;the last test before becoming what i've been studying for the last 3 years to be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;scared much? you bet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but bring it on.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3625899327190763132-6389238643595707890?l=sandyrad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sandyrad.blogspot.com/feeds/6389238643595707890/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3625899327190763132&amp;postID=6389238643595707890&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3625899327190763132/posts/default/6389238643595707890'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3625899327190763132/posts/default/6389238643595707890'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sandyrad.blogspot.com/2009/11/bridge-rd.html' title='bridge rd.'/><author><name>sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05388190983101039756</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_Wu43pLyCdhA/SFELUn4_rHI/AAAAAAAAARM/KvDJeI9DeLQ/S220/n726840685_914908_2134.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3625899327190763132.post-7078293620174983526</id><published>2009-11-15T19:24:00.002+11:00</published><updated>2009-11-15T20:28:57.590+11:00</updated><title type='text'>swell.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Wu43pLyCdhA/Sv_Ju4vQWsI/AAAAAAAABck/WnYaTFtDd_s/s1600-h/IMG_1057.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Wu43pLyCdhA/Sv_Ju4vQWsI/AAAAAAAABck/WnYaTFtDd_s/s320/IMG_1057.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5404259885209639618" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Use the truth as a weapon&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;To beat up all your friends&lt;br /&gt;Every chink in the armor&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;An excuse to cause offense&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;And the boys from the hallway calling out your name&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;And true love will find them in the end&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;You were restless&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;I was somewhere &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;less secure&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; So I went running to the road&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;And so now there's a long list of places I was&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I quit my rambling and came home&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Cause maybe I was born to hold you in these arms&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Maybe I was born to hold you in these arms&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Use your saints and your mantra &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;And you things to keep you calm&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;If you stay with that asshole&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;He's gonna do you harm&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;There's a voice singing loudly&lt;/span&gt; on the radio&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; just for you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;That good fortune will find him in the end&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Maybe I was born to hold you in these arms.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3625899327190763132-7078293620174983526?l=sandyrad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sandyrad.blogspot.com/feeds/7078293620174983526/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3625899327190763132&amp;postID=7078293620174983526&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3625899327190763132/posts/default/7078293620174983526'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3625899327190763132/posts/default/7078293620174983526'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sandyrad.blogspot.com/2009/11/swell.html' title='swell.'/><author><name>sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05388190983101039756</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_Wu43pLyCdhA/SFELUn4_rHI/AAAAAAAAARM/KvDJeI9DeLQ/S220/n726840685_914908_2134.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Wu43pLyCdhA/Sv_Ju4vQWsI/AAAAAAAABck/WnYaTFtDd_s/s72-c/IMG_1057.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3625899327190763132.post-1426154340916326180</id><published>2009-11-13T13:28:00.006+11:00</published><updated>2009-11-13T15:49:05.364+11:00</updated><title type='text'>love.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Wu43pLyCdhA/SvzlNb0b48I/AAAAAAAABcc/jQP0t3AqaLg/s1600-h/photo2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Wu43pLyCdhA/SvzlNb0b48I/AAAAAAAABcc/jQP0t3AqaLg/s320/photo2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5403445671906501570" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Wu43pLyCdhA/Svzk1hVxeOI/AAAAAAAABcU/APnWwncPAHg/s1600-h/photo1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Wu43pLyCdhA/Svzk1hVxeOI/AAAAAAAABcU/APnWwncPAHg/s320/photo1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5403445261071644898" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Wu43pLyCdhA/SvzOcQodO7I/AAAAAAAABcM/vp0CsVPZQFI/s1600-h/photo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Wu43pLyCdhA/SvzOcQodO7I/AAAAAAAABcM/vp0CsVPZQFI/s320/photo.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5403420637834066866" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;MISSION STATEMENT:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;                        &lt;p&gt;To Write Love on Her Arms is a non-profit movement dedicated to presenting hope and finding help for people struggling with depression, addiction, self-injury and suicide.  TWLOHA exists to encourage, inform, inspire and also to invest directly into treatment and recovery.&lt;/p&gt;                        &lt;p style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;VISION:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;                                    &lt;p&gt;The vision is that we actually believe these things…&lt;/p&gt;                                                                        &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;You were created to love and be loved.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;You were meant to live life in relationship with other people, to know and be known. You need to know that your story is important and that you're part of a bigger story.&lt;span&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;You need to know that your life matters.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;We all wake to the human condition.&lt;span&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;We wake to mystery and beauty but also to tragedy and loss.&lt;span&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Millions of people live with problems of pain.&lt;span&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Millions of homes are filled with questions – moments and seasons and cycles that come as thieves and aim to stay.&lt;span&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;We know that pain is very real.  It is our privilege to suggest that hope is real, and that help is real. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;                                    &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;You need to know that rescue is possible, that freedom is possible, that God is still in the business of redemption.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;We're seeing it happen.&lt;span&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;We're seeing lives change as people get the help they need.&lt;span&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;People sitting across from a counselor for the first time.&lt;span&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;People stepping into treatment.&lt;span&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;In desperate moments, people calling a suicide hotline.&lt;span&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;We know that the first step to recovery is the hardest to take.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;We want to say here that it's worth it, that your life is worth fighting for, that it's possible to change.&lt;span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;                                    &lt;p&gt;Beyond treatment, we believe that community is essential,&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; that people need other people, that we were never meant to do life alone.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;                                    &lt;p&gt;&lt;span&gt;The vision is that community and hope and help would replace secrets and silence.&lt;span&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;                                    &lt;p&gt;The vision is people putting down guns and blades and bottles.&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;The vision is that we would learn what it means to love our friends, and that we would love ourselves enough to get the help we need.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;                                    &lt;p&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The vision is better endings.&lt;/span&gt;  The vision is the restoration of broken families and broken relationships.&lt;span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; The vision is&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; people finding life, finding freedom, finding love.  The vision is graduation, a Super Bowl, a wedding, a child, a sunrise.  The vision is people becoming incredible parents, people breaking cycles, making change.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;                                    &lt;p&gt;&lt;span&gt;The vision is the possibility that your best days are ahead.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;                                    &lt;p&gt;&lt;span&gt;The vision is the possibility that we're more loved than we'll ever know.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;                                    &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The vision is hope, and hope is real.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;                                    &lt;p style="font-style: italic;"&gt;You are not alone, and this is not the end of your story.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3625899327190763132-1426154340916326180?l=sandyrad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sandyrad.blogspot.com/feeds/1426154340916326180/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3625899327190763132&amp;postID=1426154340916326180&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3625899327190763132/posts/default/1426154340916326180'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3625899327190763132/posts/default/1426154340916326180'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sandyrad.blogspot.com/2009/11/love_13.html' title='love.'/><author><name>sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05388190983101039756</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_Wu43pLyCdhA/SFELUn4_rHI/AAAAAAAAARM/KvDJeI9DeLQ/S220/n726840685_914908_2134.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Wu43pLyCdhA/SvzlNb0b48I/AAAAAAAABcc/jQP0t3AqaLg/s72-c/photo2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3625899327190763132.post-9184179294220812115</id><published>2009-11-12T00:19:00.004+11:00</published><updated>2009-11-12T00:44:34.788+11:00</updated><title type='text'>dora luz.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Wu43pLyCdhA/Svq_qqdl6AI/AAAAAAAABcE/CT8EqiTXrQg/s1600-h/BadDora.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 242px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Wu43pLyCdhA/Svq_qqdl6AI/AAAAAAAABcE/CT8EqiTXrQg/s320/BadDora.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5402841442658150402" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;del feliz cumpleaños la escritura del ninja de la cautela im en español causa su la lengua que usted necesitará aprender para su esposa futura así que acostúmbrese a ella y cause solamente las proas que saben al babelfish entenderá.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cumpleaños tan feliz mi amigo telepático para de quien permaneceremos para arriba hasta que seis est porque ninguna confianza el reloj del pollo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;usted hace que mis sueños vienen verdad y morir por su lado sería una manera divina de morir puesto que hicieron una estatua de nosotros y teníamos porción de zorros. tan it' disposición dulce del S.A. que su su cumpleaños hoy causa a it' s im la muchacha más afortunada en la zona este más baja.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;¿secreto? oh sí, ése es cómo rodamos. feliz cumpleaños usted.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3625899327190763132-9184179294220812115?l=sandyrad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sandyrad.blogspot.com/feeds/9184179294220812115/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3625899327190763132&amp;postID=9184179294220812115&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3625899327190763132/posts/default/9184179294220812115'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3625899327190763132/posts/default/9184179294220812115'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sandyrad.blogspot.com/2009/11/dora-luz.html' title='dora luz.'/><author><name>sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05388190983101039756</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_Wu43pLyCdhA/SFELUn4_rHI/AAAAAAAAARM/KvDJeI9DeLQ/S220/n726840685_914908_2134.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Wu43pLyCdhA/Svq_qqdl6AI/AAAAAAAABcE/CT8EqiTXrQg/s72-c/BadDora.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3625899327190763132.post-3865948046939899951</id><published>2009-11-11T16:00:00.003+11:00</published><updated>2009-11-11T16:16:27.790+11:00</updated><title type='text'>procrastination.</title><content type='html'>Things I have achieved today/hope to&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Updated my Centrelink Payment/ Intention to study paperwork&lt;br /&gt;Registered for my Optus "MyAccount" and changed to online billing&lt;br /&gt;Downloaded the NBV registration form etc.&lt;br /&gt;Photocopy Birth Certificate and get it certified&lt;br /&gt;Checked my financial status from my Bankwest/Ing accounts&lt;br /&gt;Transferred to pay parents for Vanuatu&lt;br /&gt;Transferred more money into my Commbank since I ONLY HAVE &lt;img src="file:///C:/DOCUME%7E1/SARAHW%7E1/LOCALS%7E1/Temp/moz-screenshot-3.jpg" alt="" /&gt;$25.78&lt;br /&gt;Pay for phonebill hopefully&lt;br /&gt;Caught up on Brothers &amp;amp; Sisters&lt;br /&gt;Had a mud-mask&lt;br /&gt;Made my brother a salmoncheese sandwich&lt;br /&gt;Stalked facebook&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And it's 4pm. Save me. I have nothing to do.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3625899327190763132-3865948046939899951?l=sandyrad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sandyrad.blogspot.com/feeds/3865948046939899951/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3625899327190763132&amp;postID=3865948046939899951&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3625899327190763132/posts/default/3865948046939899951'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3625899327190763132/posts/default/3865948046939899951'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sandyrad.blogspot.com/2009/11/procrastination.html' title='procrastination.'/><author><name>sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05388190983101039756</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_Wu43pLyCdhA/SFELUn4_rHI/AAAAAAAAARM/KvDJeI9DeLQ/S220/n726840685_914908_2134.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
