<?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-6329502378203313014</id><updated>2011-10-17T21:11:03.837+10:30</updated><category term='caution: laser beam'/><title type='text'>Writing in hopes of.</title><subtitle type='html'>Because you're bored.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abrightersideofsuffering.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6329502378203313014/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abrightersideofsuffering.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6329502378203313014/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>chrisgrz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08062171229435740589</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-IW4WSJTlI2E/Ta2XgP3FbCI/AAAAAAAAAHI/dFHslIrOvNQ/s220/206672_10150161284863691_650433690_6970045_2137541_n.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>150</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6329502378203313014.post-682101823306006969</id><published>2011-10-17T21:11:00.001+10:30</published><updated>2011-10-17T21:11:03.865+10:30</updated><title type='text'>formspring.me</title><content type='html'>dddddddddddddddddddddddddddddddddddddddddddddddddddddddddddddddddddddddfffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffff &lt;a href="http://www.formspring.me/sp00kytitz" target="_blank"&gt;http://www.formspring.me/sp00kytitz&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6329502378203313014-682101823306006969?l=abrightersideofsuffering.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abrightersideofsuffering.blogspot.com/feeds/682101823306006969/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://abrightersideofsuffering.blogspot.com/2011/10/formspringme.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6329502378203313014/posts/default/682101823306006969'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6329502378203313014/posts/default/682101823306006969'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abrightersideofsuffering.blogspot.com/2011/10/formspringme.html' title='formspring.me'/><author><name>chrisgrz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08062171229435740589</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-IW4WSJTlI2E/Ta2XgP3FbCI/AAAAAAAAAHI/dFHslIrOvNQ/s220/206672_10150161284863691_650433690_6970045_2137541_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6329502378203313014.post-183692375421379250</id><published>2011-09-07T19:23:00.001+09:30</published><updated>2011-09-07T19:23:17.885+09:30</updated><title type='text'>is it normal to eat your period blood?</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="formspringmeText"&gt;is it normal to eat your period blood?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="formspringmeFooter"&gt;    Answer &lt;a href="http://4ms.me/oJ6tzy"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6329502378203313014-183692375421379250?l=abrightersideofsuffering.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abrightersideofsuffering.blogspot.com/feeds/183692375421379250/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://abrightersideofsuffering.blogspot.com/2011/09/is-it-normal-to-eat-your-period-blood.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6329502378203313014/posts/default/183692375421379250'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6329502378203313014/posts/default/183692375421379250'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abrightersideofsuffering.blogspot.com/2011/09/is-it-normal-to-eat-your-period-blood.html' title='is it normal to eat your period blood?'/><author><name>chrisgrz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08062171229435740589</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-IW4WSJTlI2E/Ta2XgP3FbCI/AAAAAAAAAHI/dFHslIrOvNQ/s220/206672_10150161284863691_650433690_6970045_2137541_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6329502378203313014.post-5353026677953662561</id><published>2011-08-12T15:40:00.001+09:30</published><updated>2011-08-12T15:40:07.380+09:30</updated><title type='text'>HEY BLOGGER</title><content type='html'>I MISS YOU!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6329502378203313014-5353026677953662561?l=abrightersideofsuffering.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abrightersideofsuffering.blogspot.com/feeds/5353026677953662561/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://abrightersideofsuffering.blogspot.com/2011/08/hey-blogger.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6329502378203313014/posts/default/5353026677953662561'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6329502378203313014/posts/default/5353026677953662561'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abrightersideofsuffering.blogspot.com/2011/08/hey-blogger.html' title='HEY BLOGGER'/><author><name>chrisgrz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08062171229435740589</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-IW4WSJTlI2E/Ta2XgP3FbCI/AAAAAAAAAHI/dFHslIrOvNQ/s220/206672_10150161284863691_650433690_6970045_2137541_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6329502378203313014.post-4423086606217854267</id><published>2011-04-21T01:50:00.000+09:30</published><updated>2011-04-21T01:50:00.525+09:30</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>It's so cute hearing Arlen speak to me about his love interest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just hope he doesn't make the same mistake I made. He seems pretty cheery about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Damn it City and Colour, :c&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The girl.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6329502378203313014-4423086606217854267?l=abrightersideofsuffering.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abrightersideofsuffering.blogspot.com/feeds/4423086606217854267/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://abrightersideofsuffering.blogspot.com/2011/04/its-so-cute-hearing-arlen-speak-to-me.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6329502378203313014/posts/default/4423086606217854267'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6329502378203313014/posts/default/4423086606217854267'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abrightersideofsuffering.blogspot.com/2011/04/its-so-cute-hearing-arlen-speak-to-me.html' title=''/><author><name>chrisgrz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08062171229435740589</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-IW4WSJTlI2E/Ta2XgP3FbCI/AAAAAAAAAHI/dFHslIrOvNQ/s220/206672_10150161284863691_650433690_6970045_2137541_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6329502378203313014.post-1473301739168293041</id><published>2011-04-20T13:16:00.001+09:30</published><updated>2011-04-20T13:16:10.370+09:30</updated><title type='text'>All I want right now is somebody to talk to</title><content type='html'>Ugh.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6329502378203313014-1473301739168293041?l=abrightersideofsuffering.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abrightersideofsuffering.blogspot.com/feeds/1473301739168293041/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://abrightersideofsuffering.blogspot.com/2011/04/all-i-want-right-now-is-somebody-to.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6329502378203313014/posts/default/1473301739168293041'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6329502378203313014/posts/default/1473301739168293041'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abrightersideofsuffering.blogspot.com/2011/04/all-i-want-right-now-is-somebody-to.html' title='All I want right now is somebody to talk to'/><author><name>chrisgrz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08062171229435740589</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-IW4WSJTlI2E/Ta2XgP3FbCI/AAAAAAAAAHI/dFHslIrOvNQ/s220/206672_10150161284863691_650433690_6970045_2137541_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6329502378203313014.post-1766817261965613550</id><published>2011-04-12T20:58:00.000+09:30</published><updated>2011-04-12T20:58:24.756+09:30</updated><title type='text'>Tumblr post, about my party and other stuff</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: white; background-image: url(http://assets.tumblr.com/images/input_bg.gif); background-origin: initial; background-position: 50% 0%; background-repeat: repeat no-repeat; color: black; font-family: 'Lucida Grande', Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; font-weight: normal; line-height: 1.4; margin-bottom: 8px; margin-left: 12px; margin-right: 12px; margin-top: 8px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;If anyone ever reads this shit, you're in for a treat! Especially if you're attending mine on Saturday c;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mum hates me because I got my hair dyed even though when I asked her she said it was fine. And whenever she sees me she is like "DO YOU THINK IT LOOKS GOOD? HUH? YOU'RE UGLY" And I'm like thanks a bunch, I couldn't care less. I don't like the colour that much but everyone else seems to, so whatever..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And like omg. I have to do two assignments by the 21st. And I'm recording Tom's band on the 18th. And there's my party.&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow I was thinking of borrowing a microphone and recording shit at home for my first assignment, but then also go into the yard and clean more shit up. There's like a bunch of branches and shit in one bit because it couldn't fit in the bin, I'm gonna go clean that up tomorrow. Then buy duct-tape and tape up that mattress that me and Debbie found, that's in the band room. I'm gonna do some more shit to the fireplace and clean up the shed more.&lt;br /&gt;Thursday I'll return the microphone, and when I get home I'll get rid of maybe one of the tables in the shed, and get rid of loose bricks everywhere, and probably get the pool table set up, and try out Debbie's speakers on my stereo. On Friday since I only have one lesson which is from 12-1 I will drive into town and then get someone to come with me and go shopping for supplies somewhere. Supplies aka. pinata and condoms and shit, and I guess food and stuff.&lt;br /&gt;I only have $155 in my account right now, and $200 should deposited in there by the end of the week because of my ebay thing! So that'll be $355, cool.&lt;br /&gt;I don't know how many people are coming so I don't know how much I should buy.. I know a lot of people are bringing shit, but still.. I have half a carton of beer, I was thinking of buying another two cartons and possibly a carton of cider, so that'll be $120 on 96 bottles of shit. But I think I might just fuck the cider and if we need more on the night I'll get someone to drive me to Dan Murphys.&lt;br /&gt;But yeah and then on Friday I'll have to figure out where everything is going and try to get a strobe from someone aha, and like then I'll mow the lawn that evening I guess, and then I'll need to get firewood somehow. A lot of firewood. And I have no fucking idea what else. Like I need to actual like clean the backyard because there's so much dirt and stuff, actually there's not much, but it still looks bad for some reason.. Hate the trees around it.&lt;br /&gt;I just hope the sky is clear that night. That is all I want. And for people to have fun. People have had fun at my other ones so I guess they should be alright. The shit thing will be randoms, like I know that about 5 people are going which I don't even know, and I hope that no-one brings extra randoms and that they don't sleep over and shit, bleh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's only one thing which I hope I doesn't happen because my whole year will be fucking ruined! Serious. Don't you hate when you're at a party and the girl you like flirts with other guys? Well that would kinda suck, I actually haven't experienced this but I have been to parties where this has happened and they kinda turn out ugly. But yeah if that happened I would feel so shit and like drink so fucking much more, but I'm not scared of that happening as much as seeing her hook up with another guy. That would be fucking horrible. I don't even know I don't like her that much but I do kinda it's so fucking weird :c I can't explain it, DIE!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6329502378203313014-1766817261965613550?l=abrightersideofsuffering.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abrightersideofsuffering.blogspot.com/feeds/1766817261965613550/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://abrightersideofsuffering.blogspot.com/2011/04/tumblr-post-about-my-party-and-other.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6329502378203313014/posts/default/1766817261965613550'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6329502378203313014/posts/default/1766817261965613550'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abrightersideofsuffering.blogspot.com/2011/04/tumblr-post-about-my-party-and-other.html' title='Tumblr post, about my party and other stuff'/><author><name>chrisgrz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08062171229435740589</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-IW4WSJTlI2E/Ta2XgP3FbCI/AAAAAAAAAHI/dFHslIrOvNQ/s220/206672_10150161284863691_650433690_6970045_2137541_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6329502378203313014.post-2931103469734435490</id><published>2011-04-01T15:57:00.000+10:30</published><updated>2011-04-01T15:57:11.581+10:30</updated><title type='text'>Wow, you're kinda horrible.</title><content type='html'>I should stop kinda liking you, but I can't.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Basically you ditch me even though this whole thing was your idea, and then you're driving past mine anyways and where you're going, you're going to be bored as fuck. And then you ask me what there is to do in town, even though you're not 18.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fucking loser.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6329502378203313014-2931103469734435490?l=abrightersideofsuffering.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abrightersideofsuffering.blogspot.com/feeds/2931103469734435490/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://abrightersideofsuffering.blogspot.com/2011/04/wow-youre-kinda-horrible.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6329502378203313014/posts/default/2931103469734435490'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6329502378203313014/posts/default/2931103469734435490'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abrightersideofsuffering.blogspot.com/2011/04/wow-youre-kinda-horrible.html' title='Wow, you&apos;re kinda horrible.'/><author><name>chrisgrz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08062171229435740589</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-IW4WSJTlI2E/Ta2XgP3FbCI/AAAAAAAAAHI/dFHslIrOvNQ/s220/206672_10150161284863691_650433690_6970045_2137541_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6329502378203313014.post-1006845362029239182</id><published>2011-03-30T19:19:00.001+10:30</published><updated>2011-03-30T19:19:06.451+10:30</updated><title type='text'>formspring.me</title><content type='html'>bububububored &amp; listening to the black parade, oh my &lt;a href="http://formspring.me/anonymooze" target="_blank"&gt;http://formspring.me/anonymooze&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6329502378203313014-1006845362029239182?l=abrightersideofsuffering.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abrightersideofsuffering.blogspot.com/feeds/1006845362029239182/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://abrightersideofsuffering.blogspot.com/2011/03/formspringme.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6329502378203313014/posts/default/1006845362029239182'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6329502378203313014/posts/default/1006845362029239182'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abrightersideofsuffering.blogspot.com/2011/03/formspringme.html' title='formspring.me'/><author><name>chrisgrz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08062171229435740589</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-IW4WSJTlI2E/Ta2XgP3FbCI/AAAAAAAAAHI/dFHslIrOvNQ/s220/206672_10150161284863691_650433690_6970045_2137541_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6329502378203313014.post-7838099536041698703</id><published>2011-03-26T01:40:00.001+10:30</published><updated>2011-03-26T02:16:18.966+10:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='caution: laser beam'/><title type='text'>BLOGGER WOW HEY LONG TIME NO SEE</title><content type='html'>So much has happened since our last proper meet.&lt;br /&gt;Finally got a band together. This is good. Stay tuned for more&lt;br /&gt;Uni is pretty rad at the moment.&lt;br /&gt;I have a crush on this girl, kinda, a bit, I dunno.&lt;br /&gt;The only person that knows who it is, is Tom. I feel like an idiot, ha. But yeah, she is pretty great. I hope I don't get friend-zoned but I hope stuff happens between us. But it probably won't.&lt;br /&gt;I don't want to go into it anymore, if not I won't be able to sleep at all .____.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So what's been happening, blogger?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6329502378203313014-7838099536041698703?l=abrightersideofsuffering.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abrightersideofsuffering.blogspot.com/feeds/7838099536041698703/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://abrightersideofsuffering.blogspot.com/2011/03/blogger-wow-hey-long-time-no-see.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6329502378203313014/posts/default/7838099536041698703'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6329502378203313014/posts/default/7838099536041698703'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abrightersideofsuffering.blogspot.com/2011/03/blogger-wow-hey-long-time-no-see.html' title='BLOGGER WOW HEY LONG TIME NO SEE'/><author><name>chrisgrz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08062171229435740589</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-IW4WSJTlI2E/Ta2XgP3FbCI/AAAAAAAAAHI/dFHslIrOvNQ/s220/206672_10150161284863691_650433690_6970045_2137541_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6329502378203313014.post-8292835794681688022</id><published>2011-03-25T10:31:00.001+10:30</published><updated>2011-03-25T10:31:24.016+10:30</updated><title type='text'>Yeah, blogger :D I'll be  waiting oh ho ho ;)</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="formspringmeAnswer"&gt;Oh wow, this is cool.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="formspringmeFooter"&gt;    &lt;a href="http://www.formspring.me/anonymooze?utm_medium=social&amp;utm_source=blogger&amp;utm_campaign=shareanswer"&gt;SAY ANYTHING&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6329502378203313014-8292835794681688022?l=abrightersideofsuffering.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abrightersideofsuffering.blogspot.com/feeds/8292835794681688022/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://abrightersideofsuffering.blogspot.com/2011/03/yeah-blogger-d-i-be-waiting-oh-ho-ho.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6329502378203313014/posts/default/8292835794681688022'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6329502378203313014/posts/default/8292835794681688022'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abrightersideofsuffering.blogspot.com/2011/03/yeah-blogger-d-i-be-waiting-oh-ho-ho.html' title='Yeah, blogger :D I&amp;#39;ll be  waiting oh ho ho ;)'/><author><name>chrisgrz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08062171229435740589</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-IW4WSJTlI2E/Ta2XgP3FbCI/AAAAAAAAAHI/dFHslIrOvNQ/s220/206672_10150161284863691_650433690_6970045_2137541_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6329502378203313014.post-4901026961486642070</id><published>2011-03-20T23:19:00.001+10:30</published><updated>2011-03-20T23:19:52.163+10:30</updated><title type='text'>Can I have your MacBook?</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="formspringmeAnswer"&gt;&lt;a href="http://25.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lh442fxgPj1qhubtso1_500.jpg" target="_blank" rel="nofollow" class="nofollow"&gt;http://25.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lh442fxgPj1qhubtso1_500.jpg&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="formspringmeFooter"&gt;    &lt;a href="http://www.formspring.me/anonymooze?utm_medium=social&amp;utm_source=blogger&amp;utm_campaign=shareanswer"&gt;SAY ANYTHING&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6329502378203313014-4901026961486642070?l=abrightersideofsuffering.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abrightersideofsuffering.blogspot.com/feeds/4901026961486642070/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://abrightersideofsuffering.blogspot.com/2011/03/can-i-have-your-macbook.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6329502378203313014/posts/default/4901026961486642070'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6329502378203313014/posts/default/4901026961486642070'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abrightersideofsuffering.blogspot.com/2011/03/can-i-have-your-macbook.html' title='Can I have your MacBook?'/><author><name>chrisgrz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08062171229435740589</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-IW4WSJTlI2E/Ta2XgP3FbCI/AAAAAAAAAHI/dFHslIrOvNQ/s220/206672_10150161284863691_650433690_6970045_2137541_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6329502378203313014.post-7410241539921991791</id><published>2011-01-16T21:49:00.000+10:30</published><updated>2011-01-16T21:49:37.055+10:30</updated><title type='text'>Hello again, blogger c:</title><content type='html'>Long time no see. I've been on tumblr the whole time, can't blame me though. It looks so much better and more people see shit you post which is pretty cool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rahhhhh where do I start?&lt;br /&gt;So things are looking up with her, ironically the night after I start considering giving up and moving on, ha. But I do think I try too hard, with a lot of things actually. But with some things I also couldn't care less.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are things I'd like to say but I'm wary of, which is why I'm posting on blogger rather than tumblr since it is basically deserted now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some friends are just bitches, whom criticise you a lot of the time.&lt;br /&gt;And fuck, I think it is happening again. Like ages ago I blogged about people becoming friends with your friends and being biffles with them so they do heaps of shit together and are closer friends than you and they were, yeah kinda happening. Or it's me just being paranoid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I hate how everyone is two faced :c&lt;br /&gt;Like you're friends with someone one minute and the next thing they hate you or are talking shit about you, when they're with others. Lameeee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay now for me to rant about something. I don't want to sound bitchy even though I will, but noone will want to hear it. And it's better me posting on this than telling someone and them finding out.&lt;br /&gt;So on Saturday I was like who wants to beach it after I finish work at 11? And Justin and Matt said sure. Then I get changed and shit after work, and call them up and they "forgot" even though they said so a few hours earlier. Then Louise was like Chris come to the bay! And I was like okay, but they were at Schutzenfest or whatever so I was like aww damn I'll just go home. Then turns out I got ditched for Michaela and I was like omg you guys. But on well. And today I ask if anyone wants to hang out and Justin is like bike ride but I'm like nah cbf putting my brake back on, and him and Matt went bike riding around the city. I stayed home and Justin was like beach with me and Matt! But I was like that will be boring actually, not so keen anymore. I'll blow them off, revenge! Plus they didn't have girls going, so I was like aww. But anyway Matt was just like grr on the phone. He was sounding so pretentious and egotistical and I was like well when you guys forgot to go to the beach last night I didn't get too mad, I tried to make other plans no big deal. But he was like omg Justin he is complaining about driving we're not even asking him to drive and I was like Matt I'm not talking about now, I meant last night and he's like I'm not talking to you and I tried to hang up but my phone froze so I removed the battery.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-sigh-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wall of text for the win&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6329502378203313014-7410241539921991791?l=abrightersideofsuffering.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abrightersideofsuffering.blogspot.com/feeds/7410241539921991791/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://abrightersideofsuffering.blogspot.com/2011/01/hello-again-blogger-c.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6329502378203313014/posts/default/7410241539921991791'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6329502378203313014/posts/default/7410241539921991791'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abrightersideofsuffering.blogspot.com/2011/01/hello-again-blogger-c.html' title='Hello again, blogger c:'/><author><name>chrisgrz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08062171229435740589</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-IW4WSJTlI2E/Ta2XgP3FbCI/AAAAAAAAAHI/dFHslIrOvNQ/s220/206672_10150161284863691_650433690_6970045_2137541_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6329502378203313014.post-5648470139122785559</id><published>2010-12-13T22:13:00.002+10:30</published><updated>2010-12-13T22:13:28.583+10:30</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>"I FELL IN LOVE WITH A FAT FUCKING STONER WHICH WORKS IN HJS AND WHY? BECAUSE HE GAVE ME ATTENTION AND I LIKED IT AND I FELL IN LOVE WITH HIM"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6329502378203313014-5648470139122785559?l=abrightersideofsuffering.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abrightersideofsuffering.blogspot.com/feeds/5648470139122785559/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://abrightersideofsuffering.blogspot.com/2010/12/i-fell-in-love-with-fat-fucking-stoner.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6329502378203313014/posts/default/5648470139122785559'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6329502378203313014/posts/default/5648470139122785559'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abrightersideofsuffering.blogspot.com/2010/12/i-fell-in-love-with-fat-fucking-stoner.html' title=''/><author><name>chrisgrz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08062171229435740589</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-IW4WSJTlI2E/Ta2XgP3FbCI/AAAAAAAAAHI/dFHslIrOvNQ/s220/206672_10150161284863691_650433690_6970045_2137541_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6329502378203313014.post-8748059918671640130</id><published>2010-12-07T11:39:00.000+10:30</published><updated>2010-12-07T11:39:46.123+10:30</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>So I was hell excited about seeing the Architects, and I went to school for some reason, and everyone in year 12 had to. Some orientation for uni or some shit. Then I tried to leave at like 5pm for Architects and like the foyer was my shop floor and there was Mr. Lopresto and he was all like no because you all have to sleep here and I'm like are you fucking serious I can't sleep this early I went to bed at like 4 last night and have since I'm working so late, and he was like hmm well I could let you out for a maximum of 5 hours due to all these reasons blablabla then he went to let me out and pulled some fat lever out from the ground and I got out but I had to walk around the shopping centre to find the exit which was weird.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was like shit I'm running late so I started running &amp;nbsp;to Fowlers, I was just down the road like where HQ was or something, but I was massively tired for some reason but I kept running and all of these torpedoes &amp;nbsp;kept hitting me or just missing me and I was like what the fuck! Then I got to Fowlers and everything looked creepy as shit and Fowlers was like a shack hahahaha. And I kept asking what do I do for the meet and greet? But no-one would tell me anything. Rolo Tomassi were doing a different genre of music, then I drove home to get Hollow Crown and my tour poster to get signed. Then I put a tv in my room and watched half a movie or some shit then got back and Comeback Kid was playing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I was driving a van and I was with some dude and we kept seeing all these people riding or running around with watermelon or massive strawberries and we chased this one person and it was like a story or some shit, he got hell rich because he sold the thing he was holding and yeah. We were wearing suits and it was all like mafia shit or something, lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I know Muth was in this submarine and was shooting like sea land missiles at us and we were running along a shoreline and kept trying to dodge them :S&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;motorbike, watermelon or some shit&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6329502378203313014-8748059918671640130?l=abrightersideofsuffering.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abrightersideofsuffering.blogspot.com/feeds/8748059918671640130/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://abrightersideofsuffering.blogspot.com/2010/12/so-i-was-hell-excited-about-seeing.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6329502378203313014/posts/default/8748059918671640130'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6329502378203313014/posts/default/8748059918671640130'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abrightersideofsuffering.blogspot.com/2010/12/so-i-was-hell-excited-about-seeing.html' title=''/><author><name>chrisgrz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08062171229435740589</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-IW4WSJTlI2E/Ta2XgP3FbCI/AAAAAAAAAHI/dFHslIrOvNQ/s220/206672_10150161284863691_650433690_6970045_2137541_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6329502378203313014.post-2580702957736728808</id><published>2010-12-06T18:38:00.000+10:30</published><updated>2010-12-06T18:38:00.749+10:30</updated><title type='text'>some people are soooo bad</title><content type='html'>and annoying. for example, every week saying we haven't hung out in ages and we need to catch up. like i saw you last week and this is so annoying. what about your other friends? jeez.&lt;br /&gt;like we're not even that good friends but okay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but yeah srsly, like agoodah work wanting to catch up, talking for like 20 minutes while having coffee, and leaving. i dislike shoving caffiene and sugar and shit into my system unless i really need it. like a phone convo would be a million times better. like i never see emmy but she's one of my closest female friends, all we do is like call eachother and gossip and shit every week or two, it's all good.&lt;br /&gt;it would atleast be much more productive and interesting saying like, im having friends over tonight, come and bring people. or im going on an outing, seeing a gig, killing clone troopers, etc, and saying come. atleast it would be fun&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i need new shoes&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6329502378203313014-2580702957736728808?l=abrightersideofsuffering.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abrightersideofsuffering.blogspot.com/feeds/2580702957736728808/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://abrightersideofsuffering.blogspot.com/2010/12/some-people-are-soooo-bad.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6329502378203313014/posts/default/2580702957736728808'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6329502378203313014/posts/default/2580702957736728808'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abrightersideofsuffering.blogspot.com/2010/12/some-people-are-soooo-bad.html' title='some people are soooo bad'/><author><name>chrisgrz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08062171229435740589</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-IW4WSJTlI2E/Ta2XgP3FbCI/AAAAAAAAAHI/dFHslIrOvNQ/s220/206672_10150161284863691_650433690_6970045_2137541_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6329502378203313014.post-2852452837460413277</id><published>2010-12-06T17:00:00.000+10:30</published><updated>2010-12-06T17:00:39.948+10:30</updated><title type='text'>haven't used this in ages lol</title><content type='html'>and tumblr is down, so guess what&lt;br /&gt;i'm gonna write my dream down here! wooooot&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so ummm.&lt;br /&gt;i'm not sure if i had this dream last night or this morning.&lt;br /&gt;like i went to bed at like 2 or something, but i got woken up by my mum at like 6am because she wanted to use my laptop and shit, and i got angry and was like i never get sleep because youre always on the phone at 5am and now this i just want sleep, and she left like 5 mins later lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i know i was in my work uniform (woolies) and i walked into coles up the road with kids from my school.&lt;br /&gt;then i was at home and will was here and then he left but he left me car keys and was like see you at grad. then i was like what. then walked into my garage and my car was half reversed and there was this car behind it, it was either a celica, 360z, silvia or 180sx or something, one of them jap imports. then i drove it to grad and i forgot what happened but then i went home and returned the keys to him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thats all i remember, pretty shit lol&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6329502378203313014-2852452837460413277?l=abrightersideofsuffering.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abrightersideofsuffering.blogspot.com/feeds/2852452837460413277/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://abrightersideofsuffering.blogspot.com/2010/12/havent-used-this-in-ages-lol.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6329502378203313014/posts/default/2852452837460413277'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6329502378203313014/posts/default/2852452837460413277'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abrightersideofsuffering.blogspot.com/2010/12/havent-used-this-in-ages-lol.html' title='haven&apos;t used this in ages lol'/><author><name>chrisgrz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08062171229435740589</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-IW4WSJTlI2E/Ta2XgP3FbCI/AAAAAAAAAHI/dFHslIrOvNQ/s220/206672_10150161284863691_650433690_6970045_2137541_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6329502378203313014.post-372093296562980790</id><published>2010-11-30T20:08:00.001+10:30</published><updated>2010-11-30T20:08:55.930+10:30</updated><title type='text'>I'm gonna post my tumblr post about last night's dream just because I have neglected blogger D:</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="color: #444444; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 19px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 10px; outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: 0px;"&gt;Okay this was so fucking weird. I woke up from it at 8 am and was like ..woah.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #444444; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 19px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 10px; outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: 0px;"&gt;It started off with me playing some online MMORPG, Forsaken World or something. Instead of Emmy, my friend Jen was coming to my grad. I asked her on chat where her address was so I could pick her up on the way to grad, and she said next to some big sign and said that I would see her there. I didn’t know where it was so I asked for her coordinates.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #444444; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 19px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 10px; outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: 0px;"&gt;Then I went there but it turned into real life and I was in my backyard and people were there. Mr. Miller my Geography teacher was there and I was talking to him, and he said that my exam result was good but it wasn’t as good as he expected it to be, and then he walked off.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #444444; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 19px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 10px; outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: 0px;"&gt;I don’t know what I was doing but it was on the way to Graduation I’m pretty sure. I didn’t even go in but I walked past and went around the corner to some furniture shop and I was sitting around a coffee table on my phone and there were others there talking and on their slate pcs and whatnot.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #444444; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 19px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 10px; outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: 0px;"&gt;&lt;strong style="margin-bottom: 0px !important; margin-top: 0px !important; outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: 0px;"&gt;I left after a few minutes. This is the fucked part.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #444444; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 19px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 10px; outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: 0px;"&gt;&lt;strong style="margin-bottom: 0px !important; margin-top: 0px !important; outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: 0px;"&gt;I walked out and saw my mum walking up a hill and she was like let’s go. And she was pushing my dad in a wheelchair. I shit bricks so hard, I was like what this can’t be happening he died years ago. He was in the chair just sitting like a vegetable and my mum said that yeah, he was a vegetable. I was like what so his brain still works he just can’t move or feel anything? And she was like yep. I asked if he could see but she was like no. So then I was like what the fuck if this happened to me I would rather someone let me die than turn into a vegetable and be like that. She was like oh sorry then. My dad then got out of his chair and like gave me a hug kinda, put his weight all on me with his arms around me. He held a fat kitchen knife or something and tried to put it in my hand. He was making slitting actions and I was like what the fuck no I’m not doing that, that’s inhumane, so I wasn’t taking the knife. Then he put half of his weight on me and held the knife up, and ws making the slitting action but then he put the knife against my throat. I could feel blood pouring down me and I was just so fucking scared. And yeah I woke up feeling so uncomfortable.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6329502378203313014-372093296562980790?l=abrightersideofsuffering.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abrightersideofsuffering.blogspot.com/feeds/372093296562980790/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://abrightersideofsuffering.blogspot.com/2010/11/im-gonna-post-my-tumblr-post-about-last.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6329502378203313014/posts/default/372093296562980790'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6329502378203313014/posts/default/372093296562980790'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abrightersideofsuffering.blogspot.com/2010/11/im-gonna-post-my-tumblr-post-about-last.html' title='I&apos;m gonna post my tumblr post about last night&apos;s dream just because I have neglected blogger D:'/><author><name>chrisgrz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08062171229435740589</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-IW4WSJTlI2E/Ta2XgP3FbCI/AAAAAAAAAHI/dFHslIrOvNQ/s220/206672_10150161284863691_650433690_6970045_2137541_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6329502378203313014.post-162484257188861597</id><published>2010-11-23T00:13:00.002+10:30</published><updated>2010-11-23T00:13:26.579+10:30</updated><title type='text'>THIS ALBUM IS GREAT</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/en/a/ad/MCR_Dange_Days_Front.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/en/a/ad/MCR_Dange_Days_Front.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6329502378203313014-162484257188861597?l=abrightersideofsuffering.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abrightersideofsuffering.blogspot.com/feeds/162484257188861597/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://abrightersideofsuffering.blogspot.com/2010/11/this-album-is-great.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6329502378203313014/posts/default/162484257188861597'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6329502378203313014/posts/default/162484257188861597'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abrightersideofsuffering.blogspot.com/2010/11/this-album-is-great.html' title='THIS ALBUM IS GREAT'/><author><name>chrisgrz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08062171229435740589</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-IW4WSJTlI2E/Ta2XgP3FbCI/AAAAAAAAAHI/dFHslIrOvNQ/s220/206672_10150161284863691_650433690_6970045_2137541_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6329502378203313014.post-2407905315798829847</id><published>2010-11-18T23:57:00.000+10:30</published><updated>2010-11-18T23:57:16.278+10:30</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Kinect is awesome. I just need more games for it.&lt;br /&gt;The Dance Central demo is actually pretty cool, I really wanna get it. And Kinect sports I guess, and the fitness one is pretty cool too, played around with it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But Emily's formal tomorrow, I hope it's good lol. nah I'm sure it will be alright, afterparty will be great hopefully anyways.&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah, schoolies. FML.&lt;br /&gt;Like, me Joe and Will were talking about it and we kinda had plans but nothing ever happened. i hate it, like, joe doesn't plan or anything, well help planning. All him and Matt and heaps of people I know do is just talk about shit and doing things but they never actually do it. that's why I missed our formal start of the year anyways.&lt;br /&gt;But yeah, and joe isn't keen to start a band, he didn't even seem too keen when I was tlking to him about busking in town sometime. srsly like fuck!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6329502378203313014-2407905315798829847?l=abrightersideofsuffering.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abrightersideofsuffering.blogspot.com/feeds/2407905315798829847/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://abrightersideofsuffering.blogspot.com/2010/11/kinect-is-awesome.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6329502378203313014/posts/default/2407905315798829847'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6329502378203313014/posts/default/2407905315798829847'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abrightersideofsuffering.blogspot.com/2010/11/kinect-is-awesome.html' title=''/><author><name>chrisgrz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08062171229435740589</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-IW4WSJTlI2E/Ta2XgP3FbCI/AAAAAAAAAHI/dFHslIrOvNQ/s220/206672_10150161284863691_650433690_6970045_2137541_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6329502378203313014.post-5732702560736498203</id><published>2010-11-15T00:00:00.002+10:30</published><updated>2010-11-15T00:00:21.055+10:30</updated><title type='text'>Hmm, intriguing.</title><content type='html'>People complain about losing followers after spamming photos of singers and shit, but I just spammed porn and gore and didn't lose any.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Interesting.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6329502378203313014-5732702560736498203?l=abrightersideofsuffering.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abrightersideofsuffering.blogspot.com/feeds/5732702560736498203/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://abrightersideofsuffering.blogspot.com/2010/11/hmm-intriguing.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6329502378203313014/posts/default/5732702560736498203'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6329502378203313014/posts/default/5732702560736498203'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abrightersideofsuffering.blogspot.com/2010/11/hmm-intriguing.html' title='Hmm, intriguing.'/><author><name>chrisgrz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08062171229435740589</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-IW4WSJTlI2E/Ta2XgP3FbCI/AAAAAAAAAHI/dFHslIrOvNQ/s220/206672_10150161284863691_650433690_6970045_2137541_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6329502378203313014.post-6008080880549543788</id><published>2010-11-14T15:13:00.000+10:30</published><updated>2010-11-14T15:13:21.815+10:30</updated><title type='text'>Gonna probs starting use blogger more</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 16px;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 20px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;Because tumblr is turning to shit. I'm just sick of it, too much whining, too many stuck up people, too much shit.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 20px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;Anyways.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 20px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;I had 2 dreams last night.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 20px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;First dream was I was in town with someone and jetty surf had an allphones sign outside of it. We went inside and looked around and the counter had heaps of computers and there were people working inside of it but it was the computers from allphones.&lt;br /&gt;We left the store and some chick who was meant to be famous was there,&amp;nbsp;said hey to her and waited outside boost with her.&lt;br /&gt;Then we saw Cameron and he said he had no way to get home,&amp;nbsp;same with 2 other people. I lol’d at them. Then we were all somewhere North of Adelaide, and they were in my car and I dropped Cameron off at the train station and went to drop the other people off at home but they got out and I was like woooo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 20px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;Second dream:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 20px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;Got on a bus with either Matt or Kris from explosm. Talked for a bit. We then went to a cinema and bought tickets to some movie.&lt;br /&gt;We went looking for the theatre number because they didn’t have signs but found it after ages&lt;br /&gt;But the cinema was packed so I had to look for the people I was with but i found them.&lt;br /&gt;Had to sit away because there was no room around them. People were everywhere. And it wasn’t like a normal cinema. It was like at HQ how there are tables and stuff and seats in places but there were also chairs on the dancefloor.&lt;br /&gt;Some movie which the band D.R.U.G.S. made.&lt;br /&gt;After it I left and&amp;nbsp;got in a van.&lt;br /&gt;Someone was driving and we were going to a dam&lt;br /&gt;Everything Outside looked like sand, kinda like around the pyramids I guess, like it was all yellowey.&lt;br /&gt;Went around this course thing and kept going in circles and we were raging because we just wanted to get to the dam.&lt;br /&gt;Other epople were there when we got out of the van.&lt;br /&gt;Pam from my old school was there, brought lots of alcohol and soft drink for some reason.&lt;br /&gt;And I know Justin (both of the ones I know) and Derek were there, along with Will. Will was like running around the place, it was pretty funny.&lt;br /&gt;We walked around the track thingo like 2 times then me and someone else stayed where we left all the food and drink because I was thirsty.&lt;br /&gt;When people were almost back these 3 guys from the cinema came past, like they were dickheads and I knew they were going to do something.&lt;br /&gt;They took drinks and we raged and they were talking like douches&lt;br /&gt;Then everyone got back and they threw an open pepsi can at us but it went nowhere near us.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 20px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;I grabbed a pepsi can and shook it up shitloads. For some reason they had potato and gravy from KFC and I was standing behind Derek and they ditched it at him and it went EVERYWHERE.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 20px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;Oh that’s right, Chris Hoban was in my dream too. He was like Chris you have some potato on you so I got rid of it.&lt;br /&gt;I threw the pepsi can at one of the guys but it didn’t explode or even open but it was crushed heaps. They threw it back and nothing happened so I was like fuuuu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 20px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;But then they got in trouble with some people lol.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 20px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;And umm yeaaaaaaahh&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6329502378203313014-6008080880549543788?l=abrightersideofsuffering.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abrightersideofsuffering.blogspot.com/feeds/6008080880549543788/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://abrightersideofsuffering.blogspot.com/2010/11/gonna-probs-starting-use-blogger-more.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6329502378203313014/posts/default/6008080880549543788'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6329502378203313014/posts/default/6008080880549543788'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abrightersideofsuffering.blogspot.com/2010/11/gonna-probs-starting-use-blogger-more.html' title='Gonna probs starting use blogger more'/><author><name>chrisgrz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08062171229435740589</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-IW4WSJTlI2E/Ta2XgP3FbCI/AAAAAAAAAHI/dFHslIrOvNQ/s220/206672_10150161284863691_650433690_6970045_2137541_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6329502378203313014.post-5877745306469159741</id><published>2010-10-29T09:38:00.003+10:30</published><updated>2010-10-29T10:42:00.110+10:30</updated><title type='text'>my name is boxxy</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=H6MdNy88hUk"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=H6MdNy88hUk&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SHAMELESS SELF ADVERTISING&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6329502378203313014-5877745306469159741?l=abrightersideofsuffering.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abrightersideofsuffering.blogspot.com/feeds/5877745306469159741/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://abrightersideofsuffering.blogspot.com/2010/10/my-name-is-boxxy.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6329502378203313014/posts/default/5877745306469159741'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6329502378203313014/posts/default/5877745306469159741'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abrightersideofsuffering.blogspot.com/2010/10/my-name-is-boxxy.html' title='my name is boxxy'/><author><name>chrisgrz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08062171229435740589</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-IW4WSJTlI2E/Ta2XgP3FbCI/AAAAAAAAAHI/dFHslIrOvNQ/s220/206672_10150161284863691_650433690_6970045_2137541_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6329502378203313014.post-9202228418481304143</id><published>2010-10-23T10:11:00.000+10:30</published><updated>2010-10-23T10:11:37.541+10:30</updated><title type='text'>So I was just gonna blog</title><content type='html'>About my last few days at school, but I cannot be fucked right now.&lt;br /&gt;For some reason I just feel so like, bad. I was fine last night but the fact that I have no-one to hang out with this weekend is shit. I was never really keen on the picnic, I am not good friend with many people going, but it does give me the chance to see like Millie and stuff whom I haven't seen in so long!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to see like Resident Evil Afterlife today but I doubt anyone will go whom I will be fine with, atleast aha.&lt;br /&gt;If I cannot find anything to do I guess I will drive to the bay, find parking and pay for like an hour, hang with some people and leave and call heaps of people asking to chill with them, or try and bring people to Marion to watch Resident Evil lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But yeah I don't know why I just feel so bad this morning anyway. T'was weird. I have nothing to complain about though, other people have worse problems than I, or atleast I can control my rage in some way unlike just throwing expensive phones against walls hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;lt;3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6329502378203313014-9202228418481304143?l=abrightersideofsuffering.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abrightersideofsuffering.blogspot.com/feeds/9202228418481304143/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://abrightersideofsuffering.blogspot.com/2010/10/so-i-was-just-gonna-blog.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6329502378203313014/posts/default/9202228418481304143'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6329502378203313014/posts/default/9202228418481304143'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abrightersideofsuffering.blogspot.com/2010/10/so-i-was-just-gonna-blog.html' title='So I was just gonna blog'/><author><name>chrisgrz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08062171229435740589</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-IW4WSJTlI2E/Ta2XgP3FbCI/AAAAAAAAAHI/dFHslIrOvNQ/s220/206672_10150161284863691_650433690_6970045_2137541_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6329502378203313014.post-4117201843832392807</id><published>2010-10-19T17:16:00.000+10:30</published><updated>2010-10-19T17:16:34.605+10:30</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Well, I am currently posting from my mobile telephone. I'm on the bus home, yipee. The past week has actually been really great.&lt;br /&gt;It started with getting Paramore tickets last Tuesday. I'll upload and post photos once I get home. I made a sign and walked with it around town. I got nasty looks from people, everyone stared at me or laughed but eh. No luck. Until I was on the bus and Luke called and said I could have his so I was like yay, got it and gave him $50 and yeah.&lt;br /&gt;Relient K were great, Paramore were amazing, again. But this time the crowd was complete shit.&lt;br /&gt;The next day I picked up Debbie, Rach, and we went to the airport to meet Paramore and Relient K. It was great. Hayley is so cute irl, and I talked to Matt and Justin of Relient K and they were really awesome and chilled guys. I drove around with Rach, Deb, Joe,and other Rach. Went to IKEA and nearly got kicked out lolz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thursday night Deb came to mine - we bought vegan food and beer and made sweet chili stir fry which was great, and had beers like we have been meaning to for ages. Andrew came over for a little aswell. Deb slept over and the next day we snuck her into school and she was there for half the day ahahah.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;Friday was alright though, fucked around town after school. Saturday was a good day. I forgot what happened but I ended up driving Matt, Justin, Joe and Deb to Kieran's movie night. They found $135 in a wallet and took it and they only gave me $15 petrol money though so I was like what the shit guys! Kieran's was great though. Josh's picnic on Sunday was good and then I picked Kaylee up afterwards and she gave me $30 petrol money and I was like holy shit love you bro! She slept over and cleaned my sheets from last time ahah and yeahhh. I didn't go to school Monday. Dropped Kaylee off at her school then went home and did my drama. Went to school at 3.30 and presented my individual study.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;Then went to music and yeahhhh.&lt;br /&gt;Today I went to school with orange and mango juice with Smirnoff green apple twost. SO GOOOOOD!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6329502378203313014-4117201843832392807?l=abrightersideofsuffering.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abrightersideofsuffering.blogspot.com/feeds/4117201843832392807/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://abrightersideofsuffering.blogspot.com/2010/10/well-i-am-currently-posting-from-my.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6329502378203313014/posts/default/4117201843832392807'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6329502378203313014/posts/default/4117201843832392807'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abrightersideofsuffering.blogspot.com/2010/10/well-i-am-currently-posting-from-my.html' title=''/><author><name>chrisgrz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08062171229435740589</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-IW4WSJTlI2E/Ta2XgP3FbCI/AAAAAAAAAHI/dFHslIrOvNQ/s220/206672_10150161284863691_650433690_6970045_2137541_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6329502378203313014.post-5334351672261294608</id><published>2010-10-04T17:35:00.000+10:30</published><updated>2010-10-04T17:35:41.498+10:30</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I hate seeing/knowing how close everyone is with other people.&lt;br /&gt;Whether it is with one other person or a small group of people, it doesn't matter. It's just like, wow I wish I was really close with someone (In a friendly way, not relationship-wise). I was never really that close to anyone in that uhh, nerd scene group anyway - Joe was probably the closest but he is so much closer with the other people - mainly the girls such as Beth, Rach, Debbie which is okay though haha. But yeah everyone seems so close to other people and I'm really the in between person.&lt;br /&gt;I'm usually by myself and when they all split off into subgroups I go to the group which has the people I like in it more.&lt;br /&gt;I could totally write a friendship map and shit, but there's honestly no point. It's already written in my head anyway ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But yeah on the drive home today I was like aww man. Hanging with the CSMF peeps was good, but it was shit how most of them left before I got there. Then Matt was like omg you hang with them more than with us. And I'm like uhh this is the second time I've hung with them and plus they are actually fun, hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;Anyways they all left and I was like aww, but I still felt really good. Then Kaylees and Justins phones were both off, and Matt and Joe weren't picking up for ages. Then when they finally did I met them at chinatown and all it consisted of was walking around, waiting for people, and buying stuff. But then I saw Kieran and Emma and it was really nice seeing them!&lt;br /&gt;But yeah everyone left in their little groups then I was left to walk to my car by myself and drive home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I honestly didn't care at the time but then Empty With You - The Used came on and I was singing along then I started thinking about it and it made me feel kinda shitty. Then I was all like I could get rid of this shitty facade (what's the alt code for that accented c?) of not giving a shit about anything and being all happy and stuff when I know on the inside I am constantly feeling like crap. Like hey I'd get a little more attention but stuff wouldn't change, so what's the point of me doing it anyways?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well. I guess I have just reached the sensitive part of my monthly hormonal cycle, ahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel bad because I feel as if I have been whining. Well I have but I just needed to let shit out. Man up Chris!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;lt;3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6329502378203313014-5334351672261294608?l=abrightersideofsuffering.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abrightersideofsuffering.blogspot.com/feeds/5334351672261294608/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://abrightersideofsuffering.blogspot.com/2010/10/i-hate-seeingknowing-how-close-everyone.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6329502378203313014/posts/default/5334351672261294608'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6329502378203313014/posts/default/5334351672261294608'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abrightersideofsuffering.blogspot.com/2010/10/i-hate-seeingknowing-how-close-everyone.html' title=''/><author><name>chrisgrz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08062171229435740589</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-IW4WSJTlI2E/Ta2XgP3FbCI/AAAAAAAAAHI/dFHslIrOvNQ/s220/206672_10150161284863691_650433690_6970045_2137541_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6329502378203313014.post-7133498533545660659</id><published>2010-09-28T21:47:00.000+09:30</published><updated>2010-09-28T21:47:13.075+09:30</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I hate it when people bitch about their really good friends but continue to be friends with them. Like I know everyone bitches about everyone is some way, but I mean like really badly. Or they complain about them being too emotional or sensitive or annoying or something, but they're still hell good friends even though they hate them deep down.&lt;br /&gt;And then it's like, there are more normal people easier to get along that aren't bitches or over emotional or some shit but they don't have friends as good as them, humans are weird.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People by themselves can be really good people, but once their friends are around or get involved or whatever, everything turns to shit. Oh well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uni interview tomorrow fuck yes!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6329502378203313014-7133498533545660659?l=abrightersideofsuffering.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abrightersideofsuffering.blogspot.com/feeds/7133498533545660659/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://abrightersideofsuffering.blogspot.com/2010/09/i-hate-it-when-people-bitch-about-their.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6329502378203313014/posts/default/7133498533545660659'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6329502378203313014/posts/default/7133498533545660659'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abrightersideofsuffering.blogspot.com/2010/09/i-hate-it-when-people-bitch-about-their.html' title=''/><author><name>chrisgrz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08062171229435740589</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-IW4WSJTlI2E/Ta2XgP3FbCI/AAAAAAAAAHI/dFHslIrOvNQ/s220/206672_10150161284863691_650433690_6970045_2137541_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6329502378203313014.post-6121162659439509686</id><published>2010-09-25T21:25:00.000+09:30</published><updated>2010-09-25T21:25:30.159+09:30</updated><title type='text'>BTWWW</title><content type='html'>I forgot to say that I met Enter Shikari!&lt;br /&gt;They are mass chillers!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lol so this is Joe, Rou, myself&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://i547.photobucket.com/albums/hh466/N00Btube/20100919_011.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://i547.photobucket.com/albums/hh466/N00Btube/20100919_011.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rou, Chris, Rob, myself (Rory left as we got there D:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://i547.photobucket.com/albums/hh466/N00Btube/20100919_013.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://i547.photobucket.com/albums/hh466/N00Btube/20100919_013.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chris signed one of my tickets :D what a babe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://i547.photobucket.com/albums/hh466/N00Btube/20100920_003.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://i547.photobucket.com/albums/hh466/N00Btube/20100920_003.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6329502378203313014-6121162659439509686?l=abrightersideofsuffering.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abrightersideofsuffering.blogspot.com/feeds/6121162659439509686/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://abrightersideofsuffering.blogspot.com/2010/09/btwww.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6329502378203313014/posts/default/6121162659439509686'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6329502378203313014/posts/default/6121162659439509686'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abrightersideofsuffering.blogspot.com/2010/09/btwww.html' title='BTWWW'/><author><name>chrisgrz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08062171229435740589</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-IW4WSJTlI2E/Ta2XgP3FbCI/AAAAAAAAAHI/dFHslIrOvNQ/s220/206672_10150161284863691_650433690_6970045_2137541_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6329502378203313014.post-4645589312552980508</id><published>2010-09-25T20:46:00.001+09:30</published><updated>2010-09-25T21:25:26.767+09:30</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I hate having blogger &amp;amp; tumblr, and I don't want to leave blogger because it's all like eh I'll miss it! Even though so many more people have tumblr and it does look really pretty!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of missing things, this week was the Catholic Schools Music Festival (CSMF from now on because it's too damn long to write)&lt;br /&gt;At first I was like eh, it'll be fun I suppose. But by the end of it I wanted more. Honestly, probably the best experience I've had all my life, because because everything there was so good. Performing was really good, but what happened before and after was even better. And the people there, just damn. Everyone there was like amazing, and no-one hated eachother (except a couple of people thought the guy in the green with the guitar was annoying or something so they detuned his guitar, but it was still all good lol). So many memories from the past week, and going to school on Friday seemed different. I just wasn't feeling it, and since then I've been thinking of everyone at the CSMF and last night in town I was hoping that I'd bump into a few of them. I saw Liam and said Amy and Raquel were in the food court, so I left the people I was with (Joe, Justin, and their friends) and looked for them, but I couldn't find them so I went home! We're having a meetup soon, mass busking sesh in the second week of the holidays, which will be awesome. Should get my new acoustic this week so I'll bring it then too!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://i547.photobucket.com/albums/hh466/N00Btube/20100922_003.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://i547.photobucket.com/albums/hh466/N00Btube/20100922_003.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I was thinking, since my mum leaves for the Philippines on October 11 (aka first day of school) for two weeks, I was thinking that I could have like everyone from the CSMF over for a meetup and drinks and heaps of stuff! And they could stay the night or whatever, but I don't really have many instruments at home so it'd be lame if I had it ahah. But then on one of the photos people were talking about having a CSMF party so I was like ooooo! We could invite Denise and Saz too ahah, Denise is crazy after a few glasses of wine, as observed on Thursday night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://i547.photobucket.com/albums/hh466/N00Btube/20100923_010.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://i547.photobucket.com/albums/hh466/N00Btube/20100923_010.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;WE SO COOL WITH OUR MYSPAZ PHOTOS N' SHIT!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://i547.photobucket.com/albums/hh466/N00Btube/20100923_012.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://i547.photobucket.com/albums/hh466/N00Btube/20100923_012.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;GRRRRRRR&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway I have to wee and don't know what else to say part from being really bored and would appreciate some texts or inboxes or something on facebook.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://i547.photobucket.com/albums/hh466/N00Btube/20100923_013.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://i547.photobucket.com/albums/hh466/N00Btube/20100923_013.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;FINAL WARM UP, EVER.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-ash2/hs358.ash2/63815_475605229223_769099223_6822645_8207414_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-ash2/hs358.ash2/63815_475605229223_769099223_6822645_8207414_n.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;BEST GROUP OF PEOPLE, EVER&amp;lt;3&amp;lt;3&amp;lt;3&amp;lt;3&amp;lt;3&amp;lt;3&amp;lt;3&amp;lt;3&amp;lt;3&amp;lt;3&amp;lt;3&amp;lt;3&amp;lt;3&amp;lt;3&amp;lt;3&amp;lt;3&amp;lt;3&amp;lt;3&amp;lt;3&amp;lt;3&amp;lt;3&amp;lt;3&amp;lt;3&amp;lt;3&amp;lt;3&amp;lt;3&amp;lt;3&amp;lt;3&amp;lt;3&amp;lt;3&amp;lt;3&amp;lt;3&amp;lt;3&amp;lt;3&amp;lt;3&amp;lt;3&amp;lt;3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6329502378203313014-4645589312552980508?l=abrightersideofsuffering.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abrightersideofsuffering.blogspot.com/feeds/4645589312552980508/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://abrightersideofsuffering.blogspot.com/2010/09/i-hate-having-blogger-tumblr-and-i-dont.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6329502378203313014/posts/default/4645589312552980508'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6329502378203313014/posts/default/4645589312552980508'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abrightersideofsuffering.blogspot.com/2010/09/i-hate-having-blogger-tumblr-and-i-dont.html' title=''/><author><name>chrisgrz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08062171229435740589</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-IW4WSJTlI2E/Ta2XgP3FbCI/AAAAAAAAAHI/dFHslIrOvNQ/s220/206672_10150161284863691_650433690_6970045_2137541_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6329502378203313014.post-2453386645524235603</id><published>2010-09-17T00:30:00.000+09:30</published><updated>2010-09-17T00:30:06.050+09:30</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>The next few days are looking good, I have stuff planned for once!&lt;br /&gt;Today was great. Got to school at 12:30, did my Geo exam. Didn't do too well, but meh. Lewis got the o-bahn back to my car with me, drove into town, went to Australias Pizza House and got us a 15 inch pizza. I was so full afterwards haha, filled me up for the whole day!&lt;br /&gt;Waited around for drama, got to the Bakehouse early, went through notes and stuff. Our plays went well, Sam got the highest mark (28/30), I got the second (25), then Jeremy (23), Nguyen (20), and Lewis (18). Sucks for Lewis though, he &amp;nbsp;would've gotten a good mark but he didn't do very much, damn Carroll!&lt;br /&gt;Hung around for a while, wanted to go somewhere afterwards but eh, there was nowhere to go and we're not over 18! So we all went home. Tomorrow I'm gonna go on an adventure, probably picking Joe up as well, then tomorrow night I'm going to Shannon's 18th, Moulin Rouge themed! I'm just gonna wear fancy clothes, and hopefully borrow someones dress lmao.&lt;br /&gt;Saturday I'm staying home and doing all of my music shit.&lt;br /&gt;Sunday it's fucking Enter Shikari! It's gonna go off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been talking to so many anons lately, its not funny! And whats lame is none of them wish to tell me their identities! I bet I'm getting trolled so hard lol. meh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;lt;3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6329502378203313014-2453386645524235603?l=abrightersideofsuffering.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abrightersideofsuffering.blogspot.com/feeds/2453386645524235603/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://abrightersideofsuffering.blogspot.com/2010/09/next-few-days-are-looking-good-i-have.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6329502378203313014/posts/default/2453386645524235603'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6329502378203313014/posts/default/2453386645524235603'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abrightersideofsuffering.blogspot.com/2010/09/next-few-days-are-looking-good-i-have.html' title=''/><author><name>chrisgrz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08062171229435740589</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-IW4WSJTlI2E/Ta2XgP3FbCI/AAAAAAAAAHI/dFHslIrOvNQ/s220/206672_10150161284863691_650433690_6970045_2137541_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6329502378203313014.post-4780418424258887553</id><published>2010-09-13T20:53:00.000+09:30</published><updated>2010-09-13T20:53:21.805+09:30</updated><title type='text'>My english comms exam thingo.</title><content type='html'>This is complete shit but I'm gonna post it here anyway haha. We had to do expository writing so yeah, it's about how religion and politics do not belong. I wasn't in the zone today so it's all over the place and it isn't very good :3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;As Australia is developing as a country, we are slowly moving away from the laws and policies which were put in place by religion which is a great thing. Hopefully Australia does not go back in time and changes its policies back to a more primitive state. I would take issue with that, let me explain my reasons.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;There was once a time when there was only one set of rules to live by, and if you did not choose to abide by those rules you would be shunned and hung, poisoned, or even stoned to death. The rulebook was something called the bible - a book which leads a following of millions of people around the world and like everything, has been subject to many different opinions and views. When Australia officially became a country, the rules and policies which were formed were heavily influenced by christian teachings - as were many other countries such as the United States of America and England. Many countries were also founded by other religions, such as Islamic and Arab countries. &lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;In the countries where religion was essentially the base of their government, are years behind the rest of the world and are still struggling with wars and public executions being the social norm. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;Look at many different kinds of religious people - going to church every Sunday, getting their ‘sins’ washed away, praying for a good life and praying that when they die they will go to a better place for all of eternity. And for the people that don’t believe in their religion? That for all eternity they will go to hell, and be torchered forever. Let me ask you, does this sound reasonable? For doing a few bad things, not borthering to give up an hour per week to be told to do good things, you will spend forever and ever being torchered? This seems extremely unfair, but from a religious person’s point of view this is perfectly acceptable. Almost every war in history has been sparked because of religious differences. The slaughtering of numerous human lives just because of a lack of their beliefs – this was inhumane. If Australia lived by the bible, we would be going back in time – not going to a church on Sunday and they’d be sending roses to you, getting ready for your stoning. A common argument sent in retort to religious fanatics – “It is God’s will for me not to be religious” fares fairly well aganist a line such as “God made you and he isn’t going to give you a sign he is there, it is up to you to believe that he is”. Non religious persons win the intellectual argument, but what ever happened to vengeful God, anyway? I would like to see those four horsemen in action, thank you very much.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;“Science just proves what is already there” is a well-known quote. If God is there then why have we no knowledge of his existance? No solid proof? Would he hide himself from us because we would discover bad things? Or maybe God just exists in a different dimension. With the issue of global warming, you would think that God would at least come down and save us all – but no; more and more people are dying due to wild weather and religious people are still praying for the world to recover. Science is a good thing, with research helping to increase the human life span, treatments and medicines for diseases,&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;and soon to be extending our reach into the stars – but what about religion? No progress since the idea had first come up – no evolution – nothing. Religion is holding the world back from accomplishing bigger and better things. What about the dinosaurs and even evolution? No, “evolution is a lie, and God put dinosaur bones there to mislead us”. So even though we can prove all of this, it is still a lie? You may aswell say space is a lie and that we are all tiny leoplurodons – also unicorns hide in the shadow.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;Countries like Israel and Palestine have been founded on the basis of religion, and look where they are? Constant wars and fighting with thousands of people – even civillians – being killed. They were once contries behind the world, but they have progressed even more backwards with these wars; their outrageous laws were bad enough but now the countries are just unliveable.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;Why should you give up your life and devote it to something which may not even be real? You may aswell worship the flying spaghetti monster, or even join scientology. Look at the no gay-marriage policy which was coined because of religion – if God gave everyone free will, and one’s will was to love another of the same sex, what is wrong with that? They should be allowed to marry if they love eachother, much like a man and a woman – but no, it is wrong because the bible and church say so.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;With Australia being such a multi-cultural country, with a wide array or different religions, why make laws and rules bias towards one religion? Some may view religion as a way for peoples’ minds to be at peace, or something to give people hope or something to help them through tough times, so this should stay like that and not have anything to do with politics whatsoever. Forcing people to abide by rules only set by one religion is silly as Australia has always been a free country.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;In conclusion, running a country based on religious views is outrageous. Things are looking up though, as Julia Gillard leading Australia as its first non-religious prime minister, hopefully we will move away from the last of the religious policies and have a new start as a true multi-cultural country. However, if we are to believe the bible, then this surely means zombies are real. As Jesus died and then rose again, not bleeding from his cuts and being able to push a giant boulder away – he was emitting all of the traits of a zombie and he was most likely in want of brains, too.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6329502378203313014-4780418424258887553?l=abrightersideofsuffering.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abrightersideofsuffering.blogspot.com/feeds/4780418424258887553/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://abrightersideofsuffering.blogspot.com/2010/09/my-english-comms-exam-thingo.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6329502378203313014/posts/default/4780418424258887553'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6329502378203313014/posts/default/4780418424258887553'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abrightersideofsuffering.blogspot.com/2010/09/my-english-comms-exam-thingo.html' title='My english comms exam thingo.'/><author><name>chrisgrz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08062171229435740589</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-IW4WSJTlI2E/Ta2XgP3FbCI/AAAAAAAAAHI/dFHslIrOvNQ/s220/206672_10150161284863691_650433690_6970045_2137541_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6329502378203313014.post-455884393143012540</id><published>2010-09-12T22:29:00.000+09:30</published><updated>2010-09-12T22:29:29.116+09:30</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Today was nice, better than I thought it would be but at the same time it wasn't very good, no-one really talked and I expected there to be alot more people. But hey atleast I went out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway I was just thinking about how bad I am at making friends!&lt;br /&gt;I used to be good I guess but I've lost my touch? Aha.&lt;br /&gt;Like I can make acquaintances easily but nothing more really, and it sucks quite alot&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and there is a new friendly anon, Debbie was the other friendly anon and I was like damn you! The only person I didn't guess!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But yeah I better finish this drama homework and make this Mi Goreng!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6329502378203313014-455884393143012540?l=abrightersideofsuffering.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abrightersideofsuffering.blogspot.com/feeds/455884393143012540/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://abrightersideofsuffering.blogspot.com/2010/09/today-was-nice-better-than-i-thought-it.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6329502378203313014/posts/default/455884393143012540'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6329502378203313014/posts/default/455884393143012540'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abrightersideofsuffering.blogspot.com/2010/09/today-was-nice-better-than-i-thought-it.html' title=''/><author><name>chrisgrz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08062171229435740589</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-IW4WSJTlI2E/Ta2XgP3FbCI/AAAAAAAAAHI/dFHslIrOvNQ/s220/206672_10150161284863691_650433690_6970045_2137541_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6329502378203313014.post-6353768398238609853</id><published>2010-09-11T23:09:00.000+09:30</published><updated>2010-09-11T23:09:16.703+09:30</updated><title type='text'>I'm blogging less and less</title><content type='html'>I have no idea if this is a good or bad thing.&lt;br /&gt;But hey I'm in a blogging mood for once, so this is alright.&lt;br /&gt;Right now I'm also writing a text blog on tumblr, about how love isn't everything and how I hate it when I see people tear themselves apart because of a guy or a girl and how it's just stupid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've realised how much less social I am now.&lt;br /&gt;Like, I am not less social. I love getting out and I still talk to random people and it is all good, but I have been going out less and less for quite sometime.&lt;br /&gt;You know how I have been all like, I want to find a new friendship group because mine kinda sucks, and I'm somewhere near the bottom of the food chain, shall we say, so yeah. Well I thought I was on my way to finding new people, I've made acquaintances and such along the way, but we aren't acquainted enough to really make plans and basically our bridge inbetween has been all like we'll hang out but not with them, which really sucks. But anyway I see alot of people from the "nerd scene" making new friends and getting into different friendships and stuff and I'm like what the hell they're not actually trying ._. Each to their own I guess, I guess I will keep trying and yeah who knows!&lt;br /&gt;If I were like Matt and lived somewhere far away such as Aldinga and didn't know anyone near my area, I wouldn't be like him and stay in town and sleep everywhere every night, I'd stay at home for like a month and then go out for a weekend and that would be it, just the sort of person I am I guess. Like I can be patient and I'm fine with not having contact with people irl, even though I love it too.&lt;br /&gt;It is nice seeing people have a good time and be happy though, don't get me wrong. It's just what I do when they are out having a life, having fun that irritates me, just because everyone's out and I'm fucking bored as usually. Oh well.&lt;br /&gt;I am still content with life though, friendships are just really annoying I guess.&lt;br /&gt;But like when I talk to people I don't really talk to that much it is really good I reckon, I think I am just going to have to call up people I don't talk/hang out with that much and meet up with them or something sometimes, I'd rather alot of people be like aww man that chris guy is awesome and stuff even though we're not hell good friends, rather than people I see a lot go meh. Oh well I can live with ittttt&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A living in the moment kind-of lifestyle is good because I don't worry about much and I'm really calm and I don't care what happens most of the time, but it is shit because I am expecting people to invite me out, like everyone knows about the parties and stuff which are on this weekend, and I have only just found out and I'm like uhh okay then cool. Don't know why I expect people to ask me on adventures and shit though, because I should know by now that no-one will! Now that I have my new phone and I am on a plan I kinda really expected people to text me and organise stuff with me, but nopeeeeeeeee!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate people who try to put other people down and make that person seem really bad/irresponsible or bad infront of others, even if they're friends, unless they're joking. But you can tell they're joking because of their face and how their voice sounds. So yeah it is really irritating and annoying and is just really lame.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Trial exams this coming week, and my drama production aswell.&lt;br /&gt;I was going to record shit for music tech this Monday, but because I have so much other stuff going on, I'm postponing it until next week. I have my English Comms. writing task Monday afternoon, Psych exam Tuesday afternoon, drama&amp;nbsp;rehearsals&amp;nbsp;Tuesday after the exam, drama dress rehersal on Wednesday afternoon/night, Geography exam Thursday afternoon, drama performance after that, and I have postponed my music exam until the week after just because there's so much shit going on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friendly anon is really nice and is great to talk to, but fuck I have no idea who it is and it is annoying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It sucks when you know stuff about someone but you're not sure if they know that you know and you hope that they do know because you can be all like hey I'm here for you I know what's wrong or I know what you're going through so just you know, yeah it's okay, but you're not sure if they think you know and you don't wanna bring it up because it's just awkward lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not sure what else to write, but I wish you well, blogger!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6329502378203313014-6353768398238609853?l=abrightersideofsuffering.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abrightersideofsuffering.blogspot.com/feeds/6353768398238609853/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://abrightersideofsuffering.blogspot.com/2010/09/im-blogging-less-and-less.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6329502378203313014/posts/default/6353768398238609853'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6329502378203313014/posts/default/6353768398238609853'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abrightersideofsuffering.blogspot.com/2010/09/im-blogging-less-and-less.html' title='I&apos;m blogging less and less'/><author><name>chrisgrz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08062171229435740589</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-IW4WSJTlI2E/Ta2XgP3FbCI/AAAAAAAAAHI/dFHslIrOvNQ/s220/206672_10150161284863691_650433690_6970045_2137541_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6329502378203313014.post-9086424910960743931</id><published>2010-08-27T21:10:00.002+09:30</published><updated>2010-08-27T21:10:39.212+09:30</updated><title type='text'>gonn'</title><content type='html'>&lt;h4 style="color: #2c2c2c; font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; font-weight: bold; line-height: 13px; margin-bottom: 14px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;post what i posted on tumblr on here because it actually belongs here lol.&lt;/h4&gt;&lt;div style="color: #2c2c2c; font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 10px; line-height: 13px; margin-bottom: 9px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #2c2c2c; font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 10px; line-height: 13px; margin-bottom: 9px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;Been looking at heaps of further study, not sure on what to do yet!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #2c2c2c; font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 10px; line-height: 13px; margin-bottom: 9px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;Spent two of my frees talking to Ms. Tidemann about what I shall do, and I’m gonna need so much more information on these courses.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #2c2c2c; font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 10px; line-height: 13px; margin-bottom: 9px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;I, much like everyone else, dislike theory work and would rather have a hands-on approach.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #2c2c2c; font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 10px; line-height: 13px; margin-bottom: 9px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;The area I’m looking around is sound/live sound engineering/mixing.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #2c2c2c; font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 10px; line-height: 13px; margin-bottom: 9px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;The best and probably only Uni course that has well, this, is the Sound Engineering course at Adelaide Uni (only 1 year). This would get me a Diploma in music (sound engineering)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #2c2c2c; font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 10px; line-height: 13px; margin-bottom: 9px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;There is a TAFE course at Salisbury which would get me (diploma of music/advanced diploma of music) which would take 1/2 years respectively.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #2c2c2c; font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 10px; line-height: 13px; margin-bottom: 9px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;There’s this school called the SAE Institute. It’s in the city and apparently everyone who goes there is really pleased with it and it’s really good. Plus they seem really helpful! This would get me a Diploma of Sound Production (1 year), then I can be offered a Bachelor in sound production which would be another year, and I’d have to go to either Perth, Melbourne, Sydney, Auckland to get it! It would be great, so long as I could find housing and had someone to live with ahah!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #2c2c2c; font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 10px; line-height: 13px; margin-bottom: 9px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;If I could go back in time I’d take up specialist maths and physics, because I really want to do aerospace engineering! D:&lt;br /&gt;Plus there is alot of work going in to space ventures (mostly by private companies because Obama is shit and cut NASA’s funding) and by the time you get the degree (4 years) NASA would have the first Saturn rockets up there and SpaceX would have it’s Dragon station and Falcon rockets near completion :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6329502378203313014-9086424910960743931?l=abrightersideofsuffering.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abrightersideofsuffering.blogspot.com/feeds/9086424910960743931/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://abrightersideofsuffering.blogspot.com/2010/08/gonn.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6329502378203313014/posts/default/9086424910960743931'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6329502378203313014/posts/default/9086424910960743931'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abrightersideofsuffering.blogspot.com/2010/08/gonn.html' title='gonn&apos;'/><author><name>chrisgrz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08062171229435740589</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-IW4WSJTlI2E/Ta2XgP3FbCI/AAAAAAAAAHI/dFHslIrOvNQ/s220/206672_10150161284863691_650433690_6970045_2137541_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6329502378203313014.post-6046557720497792420</id><published>2010-08-24T14:41:00.001+09:30</published><updated>2010-08-24T20:56:06.944+09:30</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: yellow;"&gt;Music Gala last night was actually really good!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: yellow;"&gt;It was pretty fun backstage, even though I couldn't be bothered doing much or talking to many people, but I did at the end and it was good aha. We performed Sway then everyone did the Glee cover of Don't Stop Believing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: yellow;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: yellow;"&gt;I may go into more details sometime if I can be bothered aha. I'm in English right now, typing up my response to my poetry. So I may as well post them on here now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: yellow;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: yellow;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 18pt; line-height: 115%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: yellow;"&gt;Opening&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 16pt; line-height: 115%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: yellow;"&gt;So much depends&lt;br /&gt;upon&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 16pt; line-height: 115%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: yellow;"&gt;The first&lt;br /&gt;moments&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 16pt; line-height: 115%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: yellow;"&gt;Shaking ever&lt;br /&gt;so slightly&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 16pt; line-height: 115%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: yellow;"&gt;As the curtain rises&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 16pt; line-height: 115%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: yellow;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: yellow;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 16pt; line-height: 115%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 18pt; line-height: 115%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: yellow;"&gt;Try Facebook&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 16pt; line-height: 115%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: yellow;"&gt;So much depends&lt;br /&gt;upon&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 16pt; line-height: 115%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: yellow;"&gt;The status which&lt;br /&gt;you posted&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 16pt; line-height: 115%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: yellow;"&gt;Wishing for&lt;br /&gt;a comment&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Calibri, sans-serif; font-size: 21px; line-height: 24px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: yellow;"&gt;Too bad Myspace&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri, sans-serif; font-size: 16pt; line-height: 115%;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: yellow;"&gt;is dead&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 16pt; line-height: 115%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri, sans-serif; font-size: 16pt; line-height: 115%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: yellow;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 16pt; line-height: 115%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: yellow;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri, sans-serif; font-size: 16pt; line-height: 115%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 18pt; line-height: 115%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: yellow;"&gt;9 ways of looking at a candle&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 16pt; line-height: 115%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: yellow;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 16pt; line-height: 115%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: yellow;"&gt;Sitting in the dark&lt;br /&gt;We started our conversation&lt;br /&gt;We looked straight at the candle light&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 16pt; line-height: 115%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: yellow;"&gt;Bringing hope in darkness&lt;br /&gt;Terror or peace&lt;br /&gt;Life and well being&lt;br /&gt;And hope in this despair&lt;br /&gt;Like bright lights into my eyes&lt;br /&gt;Flickering like fire&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 16pt; line-height: 115%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: yellow;"&gt;Replaceable&lt;br /&gt;Recreatable&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 16pt; line-height: 115%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: yellow;"&gt;Soul, love&lt;br /&gt;In times of need&lt;br /&gt;What happens&lt;br /&gt;When it is blown out&lt;br /&gt;The flame is gone&lt;br /&gt;And stowed&lt;br /&gt;Until it is needed again&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 16pt; line-height: 115%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: yellow;"&gt;It gives and gives&lt;br /&gt;Until the time&lt;br /&gt;It is no longer needed&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 16pt; line-height: 115%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: yellow;"&gt;Relighting in time of memory&lt;br /&gt;This star&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 16pt; line-height: 115%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: yellow;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: yellow;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 16pt; line-height: 115%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 18pt; line-height: 115%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: yellow;"&gt;Big City Dreams&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 16pt; line-height: 115%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: yellow;"&gt;Please&lt;br /&gt;Take me away&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 16pt; line-height: 115%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: yellow;"&gt;From small city&lt;br /&gt;dreams&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 16pt; line-height: 115%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: yellow;"&gt;There is not&lt;br /&gt;enough&lt;br /&gt;for me&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 16pt; line-height: 115%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: yellow;"&gt;Not just&lt;br /&gt;for my hands&lt;br /&gt;But for&lt;br /&gt;my opened palms&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri, sans-serif; font-size: 16pt; line-height: 115%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: yellow;"&gt;&lt;br clear="all" style="mso-special-character: line-break; page-break-before: always;" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 16pt; line-height: 115%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: yellow;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri, sans-serif; font-size: 16pt; line-height: 115%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 16pt; line-height: 115%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: yellow;"&gt;Don’t stop now&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 14pt; line-height: 115%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: yellow;"&gt;Don't worry, take what you need&lt;br /&gt;but when the lights burn out&lt;br /&gt;don't come home crying to me&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 14pt; line-height: 115%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: yellow;"&gt;You should've known better by now&lt;br /&gt;but she looks so damn good&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 14pt; line-height: 115%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: yellow;"&gt;Time to go down in flames, she’s dragging you too&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 14pt; line-height: 115%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: yellow;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Would&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: yellow;"&gt; it hurt the same if nobody knew?&lt;br /&gt;Would you wreck this if you had to?&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 14pt; line-height: 115%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: yellow;"&gt;You should have known better by now&lt;br /&gt;but she looks so damn good&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri, sans-serif; font-size: 14pt; line-height: 115%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: yellow;"&gt;“I believe it’s time for me to move for forward”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 16pt; line-height: 115%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: yellow;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 14pt; line-height: 115%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: yellow;"&gt;the death of a dream&lt;br /&gt;this never ending story&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 24pt; line-height: 115%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: yellow;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 14pt; line-height: 115%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: yellow;"&gt;You should have known better by now&lt;br /&gt;but she looks so damn good&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 14pt; line-height: 115%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: yellow;"&gt;This road is long&lt;br /&gt;but where's the light?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 14pt; line-height: 115%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: yellow;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 14pt; line-height: 115%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: yellow;"&gt;Go get your black dress&lt;br /&gt;and put your dancing shoes on&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: yellow;"&gt;It's so easy to come back into you&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 14pt; line-height: 115%;"&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: yellow;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 14pt; line-height: 115%;"&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: yellow;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 18pt; line-height: 115%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: yellow;"&gt;Intentions so Gold&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 16pt; line-height: 115%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: yellow;"&gt;That dying breed&lt;br /&gt;with intentions so gold&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri, sans-serif; font-size: 16pt; line-height: 115%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: yellow;"&gt;lost and sick of this dying world&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 16pt; line-height: 115%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: yellow;"&gt;It’s got to get better than this&lt;br /&gt;but &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 16pt; line-height: 115%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: yellow;"&gt;I'm too young to care&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 16pt; line-height: 115%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: yellow;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 16pt; line-height: 115%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: yellow;"&gt;I was expecting this all along&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri, sans-serif; font-size: 16pt; line-height: 115%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: yellow;"&gt;Just pretend it never happened&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 16pt; line-height: 115%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: yellow;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri, sans-serif; font-size: 16pt; line-height: 115%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: yellow;"&gt;There’s no weakness&lt;br /&gt;in forgiveness &lt;br /&gt;but there’s weakness&lt;br /&gt;in you&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 16pt; line-height: 115%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: yellow;"&gt;It’s got to get better than this&lt;br /&gt;but &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 16pt; line-height: 115%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: yellow;"&gt;I'm too young to care&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 16pt; line-height: 115%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: yellow;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri, sans-serif; font-size: 16pt; line-height: 115%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: yellow;"&gt;Try to change their minds&lt;br /&gt;It’s only a matter of time&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri, sans-serif; font-size: 16pt; line-height: 115%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: yellow;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri, sans-serif; font-size: 16pt; line-height: 115%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: yellow;"&gt;He’s a selfish bastard&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 16pt; line-height: 115%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: yellow;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri, sans-serif; font-size: 16pt; line-height: 115%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: yellow;"&gt;but he’s not alone&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: yellow;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: yellow;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: yellow;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: yellow;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: yellow;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: yellow;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: yellow;"&gt;BTW the new nevershoutnever! album is fucking insane! :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6329502378203313014-6046557720497792420?l=abrightersideofsuffering.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abrightersideofsuffering.blogspot.com/feeds/6046557720497792420/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://abrightersideofsuffering.blogspot.com/2010/08/music-gala-last-night-was-actually.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6329502378203313014/posts/default/6046557720497792420'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6329502378203313014/posts/default/6046557720497792420'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abrightersideofsuffering.blogspot.com/2010/08/music-gala-last-night-was-actually.html' title=''/><author><name>chrisgrz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08062171229435740589</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-IW4WSJTlI2E/Ta2XgP3FbCI/AAAAAAAAAHI/dFHslIrOvNQ/s220/206672_10150161284863691_650433690_6970045_2137541_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6329502378203313014.post-4666283943857814205</id><published>2010-08-20T22:54:00.000+09:30</published><updated>2010-08-20T22:54:05.619+09:30</updated><title type='text'>Last blog published: 10 days ago</title><content type='html'>Wow. I feel really bad, it's like I'm letting blogger down D:&lt;br /&gt;Tumblr is so much more fun and interesting because there are actually updates and it's colourful and all that, aha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am too tired to think because of Scary Kids last night (it was amazing) so i'm really really tired but umm.&lt;br /&gt;I haven't needed to vent that much recently. Mainly because hasn't really been any drama lately and I'm not going out as much or hanging out with some people or because I let heaps of shit fly over.&lt;br /&gt;But umm when I can be bothered I'll post the poems I've done for English, my teacher said one that I wrote was depressing and I was like no way!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But anyway SKSK were awesome. MOD SUN was actually really good too!&lt;br /&gt;Quite alot of energy from the keyboardist, Derek, and Tyson a little oh and the bassist. But the guitarists were like eh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://img694.imageshack.us/img694/461/19082010168.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://img694.imageshack.us/img694/461/19082010168.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://img375.imageshack.us/img375/3006/19082010171.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://img375.imageshack.us/img375/3006/19082010171.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://img338.imageshack.us/img338/8123/19082010172.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://img338.imageshack.us/img338/8123/19082010172.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://img63.imageshack.us/img63/5038/19082010173.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://img63.imageshack.us/img63/5038/19082010173.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At the end we were all chanting ONE MORE SONG! For like 5 minutes. Then me and some guy took the lead and yeah but the roadies came on and were like sorry guys so we were like fuuuuu-!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I bought a Scary Kids top and Derek and Pouyan were there and I was like talking to Derek when he was signing my ticket and I was like I love you man, gonna miss you shitloads. And he was like drunk and high and was saying how in America they didn't get love like that and shit, they were the most chillest guys ever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://img8.imageshack.us/img8/3538/20082010180.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://img8.imageshack.us/img8/3538/20082010180.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Pouyan, Derek and Tyson signed my ticket. We talked for a bit then Derek and Pouyan left and Joe got a fucking friendship bracelet from Pouyan! Then I asked Tyson (who was stoned as hell) to sign my tit and he was like uhh okay.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://img153.imageshack.us/img153/7187/99121274.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="272" src="http://img153.imageshack.us/img153/7187/99121274.png" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Really wish I could get that tattooed, it was fucking amazing!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Hope I can blog more on here! I just need motivation.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6329502378203313014-4666283943857814205?l=abrightersideofsuffering.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abrightersideofsuffering.blogspot.com/feeds/4666283943857814205/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://abrightersideofsuffering.blogspot.com/2010/08/last-blog-published-10-days-ago.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6329502378203313014/posts/default/4666283943857814205'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6329502378203313014/posts/default/4666283943857814205'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abrightersideofsuffering.blogspot.com/2010/08/last-blog-published-10-days-ago.html' title='Last blog published: 10 days ago'/><author><name>chrisgrz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08062171229435740589</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-IW4WSJTlI2E/Ta2XgP3FbCI/AAAAAAAAAHI/dFHslIrOvNQ/s220/206672_10150161284863691_650433690_6970045_2137541_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6329502378203313014.post-3483545289062299547</id><published>2010-08-10T18:41:00.000+09:30</published><updated>2010-08-10T18:41:57.142+09:30</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>sorry i hadn't blogged on the weekend, but hey i'm on now! :D&lt;br /&gt;what a perfect thing to start off with.&lt;br /&gt;my mum was just like; chris check the energy bill. and it was something like $254, and i was like oh how come it's so much? she said something along the lines of "because of you. because you're in your room all evening on the computer you use ll the energy" i'm like uhh what. you use the lcd, satellite thing, and vcr. she's like so what you use more electricity.&lt;br /&gt;i'm like, uhh laptops dont use that much energy, not to mention its a 48 inch lcd vs a 51.1 inch. i have the stereo on and oh the light. but apparently that uses more energy than her.&lt;br /&gt;oh yeah and i wear heaps of clothing when it's hell cold, in the lounge room she uses the big heater thingo in the wall, she has a foot heater or whatever, and she uses another heater in her room. and oh chris just wears heaps of clothing.&lt;br /&gt;she yelled t me hell loud saying she was right, so im like okay whatever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;rediscovered eminem :D&lt;br /&gt;he is a pretty badass guy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;not much to really blog about, although we get our year 12 jumpers next thursday which is awesome.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6329502378203313014-3483545289062299547?l=abrightersideofsuffering.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abrightersideofsuffering.blogspot.com/feeds/3483545289062299547/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://abrightersideofsuffering.blogspot.com/2010/08/sorry-i-hadnt-blogged-on-weekend-but.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6329502378203313014/posts/default/3483545289062299547'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6329502378203313014/posts/default/3483545289062299547'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abrightersideofsuffering.blogspot.com/2010/08/sorry-i-hadnt-blogged-on-weekend-but.html' title=''/><author><name>chrisgrz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08062171229435740589</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-IW4WSJTlI2E/Ta2XgP3FbCI/AAAAAAAAAHI/dFHslIrOvNQ/s220/206672_10150161284863691_650433690_6970045_2137541_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6329502378203313014.post-3063691029672865338</id><published>2010-08-07T11:06:00.001+09:30</published><updated>2010-08-07T11:06:09.576+09:30</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i feel bad for not posting on blogger as much lol.&lt;br /&gt;i'll post tomorrow or something, promiseee :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6329502378203313014-3063691029672865338?l=abrightersideofsuffering.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abrightersideofsuffering.blogspot.com/feeds/3063691029672865338/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://abrightersideofsuffering.blogspot.com/2010/08/i-feel-bad-for-not-posting-on-blogger.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6329502378203313014/posts/default/3063691029672865338'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6329502378203313014/posts/default/3063691029672865338'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abrightersideofsuffering.blogspot.com/2010/08/i-feel-bad-for-not-posting-on-blogger.html' title=''/><author><name>chrisgrz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08062171229435740589</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-IW4WSJTlI2E/Ta2XgP3FbCI/AAAAAAAAAHI/dFHslIrOvNQ/s220/206672_10150161284863691_650433690_6970045_2137541_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6329502378203313014.post-7560178062687513291</id><published>2010-07-30T20:30:00.003+09:30</published><updated>2010-07-30T20:30:31.758+09:30</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;Song I wrote for the uhhh songwriting workshop thing we did this week at school lol.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;It's pretty shit, but hey I did it in two nights when I was really sleepy lol.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;You’re not like them&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;No cares in the world just “swear you’ll never look back”&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;No tell me, what is your occupation?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;You can run, you can hide, please vent all your frustrations&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;To me&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;Shut up shut up please just leave&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;Rips and claws, she yells at the door&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;Hoping, waiting, commiserating&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;With the cracks in the wall&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;She wishes for more&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;Like a dream, so it seems&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;There’s more to this can’t you see&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;It’s killing her like a disease&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;Don’t blink at all, we’re getting too old&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;Cliché’s all ‘round, do you get it now&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;Won’t you stay with me, stay with me&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;Don’t get what you deserve&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;She thinks nobody cares, she’s probably right&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;She tries her hardest to just seem alright&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;There’s no point staying, you just don’t belong&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;Seems that it’s over now, time to move on&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;They won’t even miss you or care that you’re gone&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;Don’t blink at all, we’re getting too old&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;Cliché’s all ‘round, do you get it now&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;Won’t you stay with me, stay with me&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;Just thinkin’ there’s a better way&lt;i&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;You let the rage build up but you just don’t care&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;Keep livin’ life you say, so screw despair&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;You’re happy on the outside but dying on the inside&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;I just don’t know what you want&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;It’s your fault but you’re not to blame&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;I won’t say anything at all but that you’ll be just fine&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;Alive for the first time in nights&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;I know that someone like you with all you can do&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;You’re not a fool but they’re hatin’ on you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;You’ve come too far to just give in~&amp;nbsp;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;So let’s bring this place down to its knees&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;Don’t blink at all, we’re getting too old&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;Cliché’s all ‘round, do you get it now&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;Won’t you stay with me, stay with me&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;Tell yourself you’re not to blame&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;Woahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;Don’t blink at all, we’re getting too old&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;Cliché’s all ‘round, do you get it now&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;Won’t you stay with me, stay with me&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;Won’t you stay with me, stay with me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;Won’t you stay with me, stay with me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;Won’t you stay with me, stay with me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;We’ll watch this world burn to the ground&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6329502378203313014-7560178062687513291?l=abrightersideofsuffering.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abrightersideofsuffering.blogspot.com/feeds/7560178062687513291/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://abrightersideofsuffering.blogspot.com/2010/07/song-i-wrote-for-uhhh-songwriting.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6329502378203313014/posts/default/7560178062687513291'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6329502378203313014/posts/default/7560178062687513291'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abrightersideofsuffering.blogspot.com/2010/07/song-i-wrote-for-uhhh-songwriting.html' title=''/><author><name>chrisgrz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08062171229435740589</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-IW4WSJTlI2E/Ta2XgP3FbCI/AAAAAAAAAHI/dFHslIrOvNQ/s220/206672_10150161284863691_650433690_6970045_2137541_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6329502378203313014.post-8653936425311355488</id><published>2010-07-30T19:48:00.000+09:30</published><updated>2010-07-30T19:48:08.519+09:30</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Don't you hate it when you know people say shit about you and&amp;nbsp;hate you but you hang out anyway, and a lot of the time they don't act like it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6329502378203313014-8653936425311355488?l=abrightersideofsuffering.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abrightersideofsuffering.blogspot.com/feeds/8653936425311355488/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://abrightersideofsuffering.blogspot.com/2010/07/dont-you-hate-it-when-you-know-people.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6329502378203313014/posts/default/8653936425311355488'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6329502378203313014/posts/default/8653936425311355488'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abrightersideofsuffering.blogspot.com/2010/07/dont-you-hate-it-when-you-know-people.html' title=''/><author><name>chrisgrz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08062171229435740589</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-IW4WSJTlI2E/Ta2XgP3FbCI/AAAAAAAAAHI/dFHslIrOvNQ/s220/206672_10150161284863691_650433690_6970045_2137541_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6329502378203313014.post-1001557433147044263</id><published>2010-07-15T03:01:00.001+09:30</published><updated>2010-07-15T03:01:01.528+09:30</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>so fucking close to losing it at people.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6329502378203313014-1001557433147044263?l=abrightersideofsuffering.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abrightersideofsuffering.blogspot.com/feeds/1001557433147044263/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://abrightersideofsuffering.blogspot.com/2010/07/so-fucking-close-to-losing-it-at-people.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6329502378203313014/posts/default/1001557433147044263'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6329502378203313014/posts/default/1001557433147044263'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abrightersideofsuffering.blogspot.com/2010/07/so-fucking-close-to-losing-it-at-people.html' title=''/><author><name>chrisgrz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08062171229435740589</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-IW4WSJTlI2E/Ta2XgP3FbCI/AAAAAAAAAHI/dFHslIrOvNQ/s220/206672_10150161284863691_650433690_6970045_2137541_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6329502378203313014.post-3812651821587628628</id><published>2010-07-14T20:13:00.000+09:30</published><updated>2010-07-14T20:13:07.291+09:30</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>It's so lame when like heaps of girls come onto your friends and flirt with them and shit and you're like oh man how does that happen?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The most recent easiest story for me to write down is:&lt;br /&gt;Joe was telling me some random girl added him and she was flirting with him heaps and she made it hell obvious and they talked for ages. And I was like oh she added me after the last CTF and the first time she proper talked to me was last night too. And I was like I tried to make conversation but she stopped replying after like 3 messages :S&lt;br /&gt;I was like dammit what the hell! She looks alright but still I don't really care, I was just like what the hell that's hell lame.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Am I that shit to talk to? Or am I just uninteresting?&lt;br /&gt;But I don't know how like alot of people go like oh I think this person is really nice even though I've never had contact with them, there's just something about them which makes me want to ____________ or ________________ etc&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had the best dream last night, but I only remember bits because Dan woke me up and I fell asleep again and forgot everything almost.&lt;br /&gt;Basically I was at school for some reason. I was walking to school at some point and saw Mr. Caretti get into a car and was like fuck! And me and Joe were talking to Mariah over msn and she was like Justin is here we're in some town out of Adelaide it's like 100km away so it'll take you 1.5 hours to get here or something.&lt;br /&gt;That's all I remember :C&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I'll try to talk to randoms on facebook just cause. I should write this on facebook but eh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I cannot be fucked writing anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;lt;3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6329502378203313014-3812651821587628628?l=abrightersideofsuffering.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abrightersideofsuffering.blogspot.com/feeds/3812651821587628628/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://abrightersideofsuffering.blogspot.com/2010/07/its-so-lame-when-like-heaps-of-girls.html#comment-form' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6329502378203313014/posts/default/3812651821587628628'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6329502378203313014/posts/default/3812651821587628628'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abrightersideofsuffering.blogspot.com/2010/07/its-so-lame-when-like-heaps-of-girls.html' title=''/><author><name>chrisgrz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08062171229435740589</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-IW4WSJTlI2E/Ta2XgP3FbCI/AAAAAAAAAHI/dFHslIrOvNQ/s220/206672_10150161284863691_650433690_6970045_2137541_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6329502378203313014.post-6214294034882588204</id><published>2010-07-13T00:53:00.000+09:30</published><updated>2010-07-13T00:53:42.027+09:30</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I feel bad for writing (most of) that whole last blog, because I snapped back to reality soon after after some guy I knew wasn't in a relationship anymore, some teenager afew people I know knew died in a car accident, and afew other things happened.&lt;br /&gt;Quite afew people seemed sad tonight, I was like awwwwh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I hate when young people die. It's better when old people die, because they've lived life. That girl was 16 I think, got into a car accident and died. Made me feel really bad, missed out on life.&lt;br /&gt;But hey, we've all got to go sometime right? But&amp;nbsp;definitely&amp;nbsp;not when we're young - unless it's one of those people who talk in movie theaters or molest little kids.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;lt;3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6329502378203313014-6214294034882588204?l=abrightersideofsuffering.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abrightersideofsuffering.blogspot.com/feeds/6214294034882588204/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://abrightersideofsuffering.blogspot.com/2010/07/i-feel-bad-for-writing-most-of-that.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6329502378203313014/posts/default/6214294034882588204'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6329502378203313014/posts/default/6214294034882588204'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abrightersideofsuffering.blogspot.com/2010/07/i-feel-bad-for-writing-most-of-that.html' title=''/><author><name>chrisgrz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08062171229435740589</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-IW4WSJTlI2E/Ta2XgP3FbCI/AAAAAAAAAHI/dFHslIrOvNQ/s220/206672_10150161284863691_650433690_6970045_2137541_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6329502378203313014.post-5810763940003657839</id><published>2010-07-12T21:14:00.001+09:30</published><updated>2010-07-12T21:25:37.496+09:30</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>All of a sudden shit seems down, not sure why though.&lt;br /&gt;CTF was pretty good today, the last round lasted like an hour and the final dash was epic. I almost caught up to the guy who took our flag (if they got a capture we would've lost, it was 2-1) but the base was like just there and I was like fuck, then there was a massive pit and everything and everyone was trying to get either flag. Hectic. But we lost it right there.&lt;br /&gt;Had drama rehersals today, went okay, just need to memorize more and that should be all good!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway uhh.&lt;br /&gt;Adding onto my last blog, it seems wherever I go I get ridiculed by people. Whether they're being serious or not, I don't know, but yeah people I like or thought were fine with me say shit and I'm like what the fuck I haven't done anything to you. And then you have the people who are like all this shit you wear and your hair and stuff is all shit. It's like bleh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And last week was really good I guess, well one or two days were. One of the days I spent talking to randoms on facebook. Like I didn't talk to anyone I knew IRL really, mainly randoms aand it was really nice and refreshing!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What pisses me off alot of eh I don't know. Heaps of stuff lately. I can hide it and shit but it's times like this when no-one is talking to you, you're trying to play/learn music with meaningful lyrics and you just think about heaps of stuff too.&lt;br /&gt;Like I actually don't really hate anyone. If anything, I have dislikes for afew people, but there are barely any people I hate. It's not that I let go of many things once they're no use, or once shit has happened, it's that i cannot be fucked caring what people do now. Yet it seems so many people hate me for some reason.&lt;br /&gt;I actually try to change myself for people, just so I fit in or get people to like me or not to get hated and shit, but no matter what I do either: people's opinions don't change or they just hate on me for something else.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is what makes me fucking angy about alot of people.&lt;br /&gt;Like no-one can fucking let go or get over anything.&lt;br /&gt;If there are fights and shit they criticize other people and say like oh that was nothing get over it or it's been ages get over it and let go and shit. But other shit that happens, old habits or arguments or&amp;nbsp;behaviour&amp;nbsp;or anything else, the same people would've still held onto those things: well their opinions on other people and it's fucking annoying.&lt;br /&gt;I bet I could get flamed and called a hypocrite because some trolls/people who think they're top shit would be like oh you can't get over the fact that people can't get over shit or anything. But yeah.&lt;br /&gt;Like people do stereotype others because it's easier, and some people do stereotype friends either as jokes or because they can't be fucked thinking of anything else to say or call them. Like you could convince everyone you're something but heaps of people would still go back to not giving a shit and continue on their old beliefs. Fuck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just had to get that out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I know afew friends of mine say bad shit about me to others, or if people are like oh he seems nice they're like nah he's a dick or whatever. That's cool you want to do that I guess. I forgot the word for it, but we use it in psych. But humans do whatever they can to get the upper hand - well increase rewards for their own benefit - or atleast something they like.&lt;br /&gt;But yeah I guess it's because my status is so low. Everyone's like hey that's Chris he's at the bottom NOONE BE LIKE HIM OR ANYTHING. Well not exactly like that but still. If I were successful or something it'd change right? I have no idea but yeah. I don't even know what I just wrote.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I barely update my facebook status now, because all I ever get now is likes. Unless I ask who's going to &lt;insert event="" here="" popular="" social=""&gt;.&lt;/insert&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I hate hearing all the time like. Well how heaps of people around you get compliments, like on either their personality or physical features, because heaps of people which I know do and I haven't gotten a compliment like that in a year. And hahaha that facebook like shit. Like 0MGggGggGG L13k mY S7@7US 4ND 1LL FUCK ITS HARD TO WRITE LIKE THAT tell you what i like/dislike about you&lt;br /&gt;Shit is stupid, I've done it once and it took me a long time. barely anyone liked it but i wrote heaps on their pages and went more in depth than saying like: cool dislike: nothing&lt;br /&gt;But they do get annoying because people keep doing them so I just like them. But it does suck when they don't comment you -_- But yeah with that stuff people have written for me like oh you're a cool guy and can be nice. I'm like wow great. Then sometimes people are like I don't like your goatse obsession and shit, like what the fuck man that shit is old. Internet friends say the best things about me, funnily enough. Then alot of other peoples, they have heaps of compliments and shit. And i'm like fuuuuuuuuuuuuu-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway I'll get flamed for complaining about shit on facebook. Usually I wouldn't give a shit and shrug it off. But tonight I'm feeling kinda down as you can see.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Facebook is really shit now anyway, I barely post statuses unless I am in town and need company or unless they are song lyrics. Mainly because no-one likes anything anyway, wait I think I've said this earlier :S oh well&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I just realised I'll get called a hypocrite for not getting over little things like that. But with that thing I meant like personal stuff and other shit, not just things which annoy you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I hate it when you think friends care about you but then you realise they don't ._.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway I think that's enough for me tonight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;lt;3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6329502378203313014-5810763940003657839?l=abrightersideofsuffering.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abrightersideofsuffering.blogspot.com/feeds/5810763940003657839/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://abrightersideofsuffering.blogspot.com/2010/07/all-of-sudden-shit-seems-down-not-sure.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6329502378203313014/posts/default/5810763940003657839'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6329502378203313014/posts/default/5810763940003657839'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abrightersideofsuffering.blogspot.com/2010/07/all-of-sudden-shit-seems-down-not-sure.html' title=''/><author><name>chrisgrz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08062171229435740589</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-IW4WSJTlI2E/Ta2XgP3FbCI/AAAAAAAAAHI/dFHslIrOvNQ/s220/206672_10150161284863691_650433690_6970045_2137541_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6329502378203313014.post-8901054343511912315</id><published>2010-07-10T18:04:00.000+09:30</published><updated>2010-07-10T18:04:34.251+09:30</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>hey i think i'll do a slightly long post tonight - perfect time too: saturday prevening.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First my dream last night was weird. I forgot the first bit where I had interaction with people, but I remember driving somewhere out of town on a highway, and I pull up at a Liberty because my tank was half full. Then I was like wtf I filled up 2 days ago and then I filled up again. Weird as.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway...&lt;br /&gt;I've been told quite afew times now by people that I'm not fun and I'm boring and shit, and fair enough.&lt;br /&gt;It's not really my fault, but I guess it is too.&lt;br /&gt;I used to have fun wherever I went, but now it's just stopped really. Why?&lt;br /&gt;I used to think to myself - well I think it started after I was like okay I'm gonna stop drawing dicks, saying goatse, linking people to shock sites, and all that jazz. And I was like damn Muth for continuously complaining about it so I'll try to stop. And yeah I did stop. But I regret it so much. Everyone still says all I do is search up goatse and shit, and that's the first thing they think of me even though I haven't said that crap in over 9000. &amp;nbsp;I don't know, everything just seems so... so boring now. Nah, I just can't put my finger on it. But yeahh.&lt;br /&gt;Now I'm thinking maybe it's who I hang out with. And then I thought...&lt;br /&gt;I think that's the main cause now.&lt;br /&gt;Like, I hang out with most of the people I do now because well probably because I know them more than other people even though most of us don't relate at all. Especially most of them are into anime and manga and all of that, and I could get into that but tbh I don't think my time is worth it. But each unto their own.&lt;br /&gt;And I dunno I'm just always there to the side and everything, while they're talking and all that stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I hang out with people I rarely see and I find it really fun. Mainly because they actually want to talk to me and we have stuff to talk about, but yeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or maybe I am just boring now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But when I see or hear about people doing shit I used to that people were like just no. or something, and people are like lol about it, it makes me angy. Well I don't get angy but I'm all like awh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But blegghhhhhhhhhhhhh I don't know what to think!&lt;br /&gt;Like some people which I've known for longer than others or even people which I know but other have never met like get along really well and they talk heaps and share secrets and shit wheras we don't talk but we do irl more than the others.&lt;br /&gt;I don't even wanna know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to go out tonight. But everyone either has been doing stuff all day, afew people are working, or uhm yeah, have other plans I guess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i feel massively sleep deprived and feel like i want to rip my skin off. no idea why!&lt;br /&gt;i know i feel like shit but i keep my head up and i'm getting tired of it.&lt;br /&gt;oh well :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;fml right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;lt;3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6329502378203313014-8901054343511912315?l=abrightersideofsuffering.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abrightersideofsuffering.blogspot.com/feeds/8901054343511912315/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://abrightersideofsuffering.blogspot.com/2010/07/hey-i-think-ill-do-slightly-long-post.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6329502378203313014/posts/default/8901054343511912315'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6329502378203313014/posts/default/8901054343511912315'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abrightersideofsuffering.blogspot.com/2010/07/hey-i-think-ill-do-slightly-long-post.html' title=''/><author><name>chrisgrz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08062171229435740589</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-IW4WSJTlI2E/Ta2XgP3FbCI/AAAAAAAAAHI/dFHslIrOvNQ/s220/206672_10150161284863691_650433690_6970045_2137541_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6329502378203313014.post-2421591257581936940</id><published>2010-07-10T16:06:00.001+09:30</published><updated>2010-07-10T16:06:12.333+09:30</updated><title type='text'>Fucking trolled.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Segoe UI', Helvetica, Arial, FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: 9.16667px; line-height: 19px;"&gt;Funniest email convo ever. It's worth reading the whole thing!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Segoe UI', Helvetica, Arial, FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: 9.16667px; line-height: 19px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Segoe UI', Helvetica, Arial, FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: 9.16667px; line-height: 19px;"&gt;Shannon (the secretary) has lost her cat and has asked David (the graphic designer) to help with a lost poster. This is their email correspondence...&lt;br style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;" /&gt;&lt;br style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;" /&gt;From: Shannon Walkley&lt;br style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;" /&gt;Date: Monday 21 June 2010 9.15am&lt;br style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;" /&gt;To: David Thornea&lt;br style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;" /&gt;Subject: Poster&lt;br style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;" /&gt;Hi&lt;br style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;" /&gt;I opened the screen door yesterday and my cat got out and has been missing since then so I was wondering if you are not to busy you could make a poster for me. It has to be A4 and I will photocopy it and put it around my suburb this afternoon.&lt;br style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;" /&gt;&lt;br style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;" /&gt;&lt;img alt="Posted Image" class="bbc_img" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v626/nicole379/78fe8b6a.jpg" style="border-bottom-style: none; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-color: initial; border-left-style: none; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-style: none; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-style: none; border-top-width: 0px; border-width: initial; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; vertical-align: middle;" /&gt;&lt;br style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;" /&gt;&lt;br style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;" /&gt;This is the only photo of her I have she answers to the name Missy and is black and white and about 8 months old. missing on Harper street and my phone number.&lt;br style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;" /&gt;Thanks Shan.&lt;br style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;" /&gt;&lt;br style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;" /&gt;__________________________________________________ __&lt;br style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;" /&gt;Fromavid Thorne&lt;br style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;" /&gt;Date: Monday 21 June 2010 9.26am&lt;br style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;" /&gt;To: Shannon Walkley&lt;br style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;" /&gt;Subject: Re: Poster&lt;br style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;" /&gt;Dear Shannon ,&lt;br style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;" /&gt;That is shocking news. Luckily I was sitting down when I read your email and not half way up a ladder or tree. How are you holding up? I am surprised you managed to attend work at all what with thinking about Missy out there cold, frightened and alone... possibly lying on the side of the road, her back legs squashed by a vehicle, calling out "Shannon, where are you?"&lt;br style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;" /&gt;Although I have two clients expecting completed work this afternoon, I will, of course, drop everything and do whatever it takes to facilitate the speedy return of Missy.&lt;br style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;" /&gt;Regards, David.&lt;br style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;" /&gt;&lt;br style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;" /&gt;__________________________________________________ __&lt;br style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;" /&gt;From: Shannon Walkley&lt;br style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;" /&gt;Date: Monday 21 June 2010 9.37am&lt;br style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;" /&gt;To: David Thorne&lt;br style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;" /&gt;Subject: Re: Re: Poster&lt;br style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;" /&gt;yeah ok thanks. I know you dont like cats but I am really worried about mine. I have to leave at 1pm today.&lt;br style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;" /&gt;&lt;br style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;" /&gt;__________________________________________________ __&lt;br style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;" /&gt;From: David Thorne&lt;br style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;" /&gt;Date: Monday 21 June 2010 10.17am&lt;br style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;" /&gt;To: Shannon Walkley&lt;br style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;" /&gt;Subject: Re: Re: Re: Poster&lt;br style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;" /&gt;&lt;br style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;" /&gt;Dear Shannon,&lt;br style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;" /&gt;I never said I don't like cats. Once, having been invited to a party, I went clothes shopping beforehand and bought a pair of expensive G-Star boots. They were two sizes too small but I wanted them so badly I figured I could just wear them without socks and cut my toenails very short. As the party was only a few blocks from my place, I decided to walk. After the first block, I lost all feeling in my feet. Arriving at the party, I stumbled into a guy named Steven, spilling Malibu &amp;amp; coke onto his white Wham 'Choose Life' t-shirt, and he punched me. An hour or so after the incident, Steven sat down in a chair already occupied by a cat. The surprised cat clawed and snarled causing Steven to leap out of the chair, slip on a rug and strike his forehead onto the corner of a speaker; resulting in a two inch open gash. In its shock, the cat also defecated, leaving Steven with a foul stain down the back of his beige cargo pants. I liked that cat.&lt;br style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;" /&gt;Attached poster as requested.&lt;br style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;" /&gt;Regards, David.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;" /&gt;&lt;br style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;" /&gt;&lt;img alt="Posted Image" class="bbc_img" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v626/nicole379/8c223c62.jpg" style="border-bottom-style: none; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-color: initial; border-left-style: none; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-style: none; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-style: none; border-top-width: 0px; border-width: initial; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; vertical-align: middle;" /&gt;&lt;br style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;" /&gt;&lt;br style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;" /&gt;_______________________&lt;br style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;" /&gt;From: Shannon Walkley&lt;br style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;" /&gt;Date: Monday 21 June 2010 10.24am&lt;br style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;" /&gt;To: David Thorne&lt;br style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;" /&gt;Subject: Re: Re: Re: Re: Poster&lt;br style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;" /&gt;&lt;br style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;" /&gt;yeah thats not what I was looking for at all. it looks like a movie and how come the photo of Missy is so small?&lt;br style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;" /&gt;&lt;br style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;" /&gt;__________________________________________________ __&lt;br style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;" /&gt;From: David Thorne&lt;br style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;" /&gt;Date: Monday 21 June 2010 10.28am&lt;br style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;" /&gt;To: Shannon Walkley&lt;br style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;" /&gt;Subject: Re: Re: Re: Re: Poster&lt;br style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;" /&gt;&lt;br style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;" /&gt;Dear Shannon,&lt;br style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;" /&gt;It's a design thing. The cat is lost in the negative space.&lt;br style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;" /&gt;Regards, David.&lt;br style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;" /&gt;&lt;br style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;" /&gt;__________________________________________________ __&lt;br style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;" /&gt;From: Shannon Walkley&lt;br style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;" /&gt;Date: Monday 21 June 2010 10.33am&lt;br style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;" /&gt;To: David Thorne&lt;br style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;" /&gt;Subject: Re: Re: Re: Re: Re: Poster&lt;br style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;" /&gt;&lt;br style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;" /&gt;Thats just stupid. Can you do it properly please? I am extremely emotional over this and was up all night in tears. you seem to think it is funny. Can you make the photo bigger please and fix the text and do it in colour please. Thanks.&lt;br style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;" /&gt;__________________________________________________ __&lt;br style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;" /&gt;From: David Thorne&lt;br style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;" /&gt;Date: Monday 21 June 2010 10.46am&lt;br style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;" /&gt;To: Shannon Walkley&lt;br style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;" /&gt;Subject: Re: Re: Re: Re: Re: Re: Poster&lt;br style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;" /&gt;&lt;br style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;" /&gt;Dear Shannon,&lt;br style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;" /&gt;Having worked with designers for a few years now, I would have assumed you understood, despite our vague suggestions otherwise, we do not welcome constructive criticism. I don't come downstairs and tell you how to send text messages, log onto Facebook and look out of the window. I am willing to overlook this faux pas due to you no doubt being preoccupied with thoughts of Missy attempting to make her way home across busy intersections or being trapped in a drain as it slowly fills with water. I spent three days down a well once but that was just for fun.&lt;br style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;" /&gt;I have amended and attached the poster as per your instructions.&lt;br style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;" /&gt;Regards, David.&lt;br style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;" /&gt;&lt;br style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;" /&gt;&lt;img alt="Posted Image" class="bbc_img" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v626/nicole379/5701bc48.jpg" style="border-bottom-style: none; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-color: initial; border-left-style: none; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-style: none; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-style: none; border-top-width: 0px; border-width: initial; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; vertical-align: middle;" /&gt;&lt;br style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;" /&gt;&lt;br style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;" /&gt;_______________________&lt;br style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;" /&gt;From: Shannon Walkley&lt;br style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;" /&gt;Date: Monday 21 June 2010 10.59am&lt;br style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;" /&gt;To: David Thorne&lt;br style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;" /&gt;Subject: Re: Re: Re: Re: Re: Re: Re: Poster&lt;br style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;" /&gt;&lt;br style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;" /&gt;This is worse than the other one. can you make it so it shows the whole photo of Missy and delete the stupid text that says missing missy off it? I just want it to say Lost.&lt;br style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;" /&gt;&lt;br style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;" /&gt;__________________________________________________ __&lt;br style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;" /&gt;From: David Thorne&lt;br style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;" /&gt;Date: Monday 21 June 2010 11.14am&lt;br style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;" /&gt;To: Shannon Walkley&lt;br style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;" /&gt;Subject: Re: Re: Re: Re: Re: Re: Re: Re: Poster&lt;br style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;" /&gt;&lt;br style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;" /&gt;&lt;img alt="Posted Image" class="bbc_img" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v626/nicole379/25eb117d.jpg" style="border-bottom-style: none; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-color: initial; border-left-style: none; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-style: none; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-style: none; border-top-width: 0px; border-width: initial; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; vertical-align: middle;" /&gt;&lt;br style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;" /&gt;&lt;br style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;" /&gt;_______________________&lt;br style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;" /&gt;From: Shannon Walkley&lt;br style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;" /&gt;Date: Monday 21 June 2010 11.21am&lt;br style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;" /&gt;To: David Thorne&lt;br style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;" /&gt;Subject: Re: Re: Re: Re: Re: Re: Re: Re: Re: Poster&lt;br style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;" /&gt;&lt;br style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;" /&gt;yeah can you do the poster or not? I just want a photo and the word lost and the telephone number and when and where she was lost and her name. Not like a movie poster or anything stupid. I have to leave early today. If it was your cat I would help you. Thanks.&lt;br style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;" /&gt;&lt;br style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;" /&gt;__________________________________________________ __&lt;br style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;" /&gt;From: David Thorne&lt;br style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;" /&gt;Date: Monday 21 June 2010 11.32am&lt;br style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;" /&gt;To: Shannon Walkley&lt;br style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;" /&gt;Subject: Awww&lt;br style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;" /&gt;&lt;br style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;" /&gt;Dear Shannon,&lt;br style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;" /&gt;I don't have a cat. I once agreed to look after a friend's cat for a week but after he dropped it off at my apartment and explained the concept of kitty litter, I kept the cat in a closed cardboard box in the shed and forgot about it. If I wanted to feed something and clean faeces, I wouldn't have put my mother in that home after her stroke. A week later, when my friend came to collect his cat, I pretended that I was not home and mailed the box to him. Apparently I failed to put enough stamps on the package and he had to collect it from the post office and pay eighteen dollars. He still goes on about that sometimes, people need to learn to let go.&lt;br style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;" /&gt;I have attached the amended version of your poster as per your detailed instructions.&lt;br style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;" /&gt;Regards, David.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;" /&gt;&lt;br style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;" /&gt;&lt;img alt="Posted Image" class="bbc_img" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v626/nicole379/79c021d7.jpg" style="border-bottom-style: none; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-color: initial; border-left-style: none; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-style: none; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-style: none; border-top-width: 0px; border-width: initial; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; vertical-align: middle;" /&gt;&lt;br style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;" /&gt;&lt;br style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;" /&gt;_______________________&lt;br style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;" /&gt;From: Shannon Walkley&lt;br style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;" /&gt;Date: Monday 21 June 2010 11.47am&lt;br style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;" /&gt;To: David Thorne&lt;br style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;" /&gt;Subject: Re: Awww&lt;br style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;" /&gt;&lt;br style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;" /&gt;Thats not my cat. where did you get that picture from? That cat is orange. I gave you a photo of my cat.&lt;br style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;" /&gt;&lt;br style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;" /&gt;__________________________________________________ __&lt;br style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;" /&gt;From: David Thorne&lt;br style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;" /&gt;Date: Monday 21 June 2010 11.58am&lt;br style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;" /&gt;To: Shannon Walkley&lt;br style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;" /&gt;Subject: Re: Re: Awww&lt;br style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;" /&gt;&lt;br style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;" /&gt;I know, but that one is cute. As Missy has quite possibly met any one of several violent ends, it is possible you might get a better cat out of this. If anybody calls and says "I haven't seen your orange cat but I did find a black and white one with its hind legs run over by a car, do you want it?" you can politely decline and save yourself a costly veterinarian bill.&lt;br style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;" /&gt;I knew someone who had a basset hound that had its hind legs removed after an accident and it had to walk around with one of those little buggies with wheels. If it had been my dog I would have asked for all its legs to be removed and replaced with wheels and had a remote control installed. I could charge neighbourhood kids for rides and enter it in races. If I did the same with a horse I could drive it to work. I would call it Steven.&lt;br style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;" /&gt;Regards, David.&lt;br style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;" /&gt;&lt;br style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;" /&gt;__________________________________________________ __&lt;br style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;" /&gt;From: Shannon Walkley&lt;br style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;" /&gt;Date: Monday 21 June 2010 12.07pm&lt;br style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;" /&gt;To: David Thorne&lt;br style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;" /&gt;Subject: Re: Re: Re: Awww&lt;br style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;" /&gt;&lt;br style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;" /&gt;Please just use the photo I gave you.&lt;br style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;" /&gt;&lt;br style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;" /&gt;__________________________________________________ __&lt;br style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;" /&gt;From: David Thorne&lt;br style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;" /&gt;Date: Monday 21 June 2010 12.22pm&lt;br style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;" /&gt;To: Shannon Walkley&lt;br style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;" /&gt;Subject: Re: Re: Re: Re: Awww&lt;br style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;" /&gt;&lt;br style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;" /&gt;&lt;img alt="Posted Image" class="bbc_img" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v626/nicole379/313c81de.jpg" style="border-bottom-style: none; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-color: initial; border-left-style: none; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-style: none; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-style: none; border-top-width: 0px; border-width: initial; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; vertical-align: middle;" /&gt;&lt;br style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;" /&gt;&lt;br style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;" /&gt;From: Shannon Walkley&lt;br style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;" /&gt;Date: Monday 21 June 2010 12.34pm&lt;br style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;" /&gt;To: David Thorne&lt;br style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;" /&gt;Subject: Re: Re: Re: Re: Re: Awww&lt;br style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;" /&gt;&lt;br style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;" /&gt;I didnt say there was a reward. I dont have $2000 dollars. What did you even put that there for? Apart from that it is perfect can you please remove the reward bit. Thanks Shan.&lt;br style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;" /&gt;&lt;br style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;" /&gt;__________________________________________________ __&lt;br style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;" /&gt;From: David Thorne&lt;br style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;" /&gt;Date: Monday 21 June 2010 12.42pm&lt;br style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;" /&gt;To: Shannon Walkley&lt;br style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;" /&gt;Subject: Re: Re: Re: Re: Re: Re: Awww&lt;br style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;" /&gt;&lt;br style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;" /&gt;&lt;img alt="Posted Image" class="bbc_img" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v626/nicole379/1026bead.jpg" style="border-bottom-style: none; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-color: initial; border-left-style: none; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-style: none; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-style: none; border-top-width: 0px; border-width: initial; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; vertical-align: middle;" /&gt;&lt;br style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;" /&gt;&lt;br style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;" /&gt;_______________________&lt;br style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;" /&gt;From: Shannon Walkley&lt;br style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;" /&gt;Date: Monday 21 June 2010 12.51pm&lt;br style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;" /&gt;To: David Thorne&lt;br style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;" /&gt;Subject: Re: Re: Re: Re: Re: Re: Re: Awww&lt;br style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;" /&gt;&lt;br style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;" /&gt;Can you just please take the reward bit off altogether? I have to leave in ten minutes and I still have to make photocopies of it.&lt;br style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;" /&gt;&lt;br style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;" /&gt;__________________________________________________ __&lt;br style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;" /&gt;From: David Thorne&lt;br style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;" /&gt;Date: Monday 21 June 2010 12.56pm&lt;br style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;" /&gt;To: Shannon Walkley&lt;br style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;" /&gt;Subject: Re: Re: Re: Re: Re: Re: Re: Re: Awww&lt;br style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;" /&gt;&lt;br style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;" /&gt;&lt;img alt="Posted Image" class="bbc_img" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v626/nicole379/511033c5.jpg" style="border-bottom-style: none; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-color: initial; border-left-style: none; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-style: none; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-style: none; border-top-width: 0px; border-width: initial; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; vertical-align: middle;" /&gt;&lt;br style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;" /&gt;&lt;br style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;" /&gt;_______________________&lt;br style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;" /&gt;From: Shannon Walkley&lt;br style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;" /&gt;Date: Monday 21 June 2010 1.03pm&lt;br style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;" /&gt;To: David Thorne&lt;br style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;" /&gt;Subject: Re: Re: Re: Re: Re: Re: Re: Re: Re: Awww&lt;br style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;" /&gt;&lt;br style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;" /&gt;Fine. That will have to do.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6329502378203313014-2421591257581936940?l=abrightersideofsuffering.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abrightersideofsuffering.blogspot.com/feeds/2421591257581936940/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://abrightersideofsuffering.blogspot.com/2010/07/fucking-trolled.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6329502378203313014/posts/default/2421591257581936940'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6329502378203313014/posts/default/2421591257581936940'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abrightersideofsuffering.blogspot.com/2010/07/fucking-trolled.html' title='Fucking trolled.'/><author><name>chrisgrz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08062171229435740589</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-IW4WSJTlI2E/Ta2XgP3FbCI/AAAAAAAAAHI/dFHslIrOvNQ/s220/206672_10150161284863691_650433690_6970045_2137541_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6329502378203313014.post-1994899722554878369</id><published>2010-07-08T21:57:00.000+09:30</published><updated>2010-07-08T21:57:20.647+09:30</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I had pretty whacked dreams for a week or two, about one or two weeks ago aha. &amp;nbsp;But yeah today I remembered my dreams last night and I was like woahhhhhhhh!&lt;br /&gt;And I cannot be fucked writing out what happened again, so here's a screenshot from what I wrote on Joe's profile!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://img59.imageshack.us/img59/1386/lolmlm.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://img59.imageshack.us/img59/1386/lolmlm.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love having long ass and weird crazy dreams, because we spend like half-1/3 of hour lives sleeping and stuff. I wish to lucid dream one day, it would be the best ever!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These holidays have been pretty shit, I've gotten nothing done except for the fact that I went to town to get my ipod back today!&lt;br /&gt;Today I was going to mow the lawn until the guy from Harvey Norman called and said my ipod was ready so I was like fuck yeah I'll just do this tomorrow. I better do it tomorrow or I'll be angy at myself lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But yeah I hope I keep having crazy and long dreams, because Mr. Clarke said next term for Psych we're gonna have sleep logs and he said we could write down our dreams if we remember them. I'm gonna write so much! Ahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just thought I'd post this on blogger because I haven't posted here in a while, haven't needed to much but I have a feeling I'll write a kinda deep blog soon~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;lt;3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6329502378203313014-1994899722554878369?l=abrightersideofsuffering.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abrightersideofsuffering.blogspot.com/feeds/1994899722554878369/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://abrightersideofsuffering.blogspot.com/2010/07/i-had-pretty-whacked-dreams-for-week-or.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6329502378203313014/posts/default/1994899722554878369'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6329502378203313014/posts/default/1994899722554878369'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abrightersideofsuffering.blogspot.com/2010/07/i-had-pretty-whacked-dreams-for-week-or.html' title=''/><author><name>chrisgrz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08062171229435740589</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-IW4WSJTlI2E/Ta2XgP3FbCI/AAAAAAAAAHI/dFHslIrOvNQ/s220/206672_10150161284863691_650433690_6970045_2137541_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6329502378203313014.post-2685798004241534200</id><published>2010-07-02T19:51:00.001+09:30</published><updated>2010-07-02T19:51:42.693+09:30</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>hey blogger.&lt;br /&gt;i feel bad because i haven't used this in a while, well it hasn't been too long but i've been using tumblr more, even though i mainly post pictures.&lt;br /&gt;don't really know what to say lol.&lt;br /&gt;for some reason the past few weeks i've preferred my school life more than my social life, it's pretty fucked at the moment for some reason.&lt;br /&gt;meh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but for now i will leave you with a picture of some boob-&lt;s&gt;sharks&lt;/s&gt;&amp;nbsp;dolphins.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://29.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_l4ttfc7W1N1qbqrpoo1_400.jpg" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6329502378203313014-2685798004241534200?l=abrightersideofsuffering.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abrightersideofsuffering.blogspot.com/feeds/2685798004241534200/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://abrightersideofsuffering.blogspot.com/2010/07/hey-blogger.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6329502378203313014/posts/default/2685798004241534200'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6329502378203313014/posts/default/2685798004241534200'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abrightersideofsuffering.blogspot.com/2010/07/hey-blogger.html' title=''/><author><name>chrisgrz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08062171229435740589</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-IW4WSJTlI2E/Ta2XgP3FbCI/AAAAAAAAAHI/dFHslIrOvNQ/s220/206672_10150161284863691_650433690_6970045_2137541_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6329502378203313014.post-7435134795479007630</id><published>2010-06-27T21:59:00.000+09:30</published><updated>2010-06-27T21:59:56.507+09:30</updated><title type='text'>zeds</title><content type='html'>Hopefully soon I will be able to lucid dream.&lt;br /&gt;I've been doing heaps of dream recall lately, just by telling facebook or people on facebook who are in my dreams.&lt;br /&gt;Except this one girl, aha. It was pretty creepy because I barely even know her :S&lt;br /&gt;But none of that matters haha.&lt;br /&gt;I'm gonna keep this up until I can finally lucid dream. I will keep blogger posted on my progress (slowly)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6329502378203313014-7435134795479007630?l=abrightersideofsuffering.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abrightersideofsuffering.blogspot.com/feeds/7435134795479007630/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://abrightersideofsuffering.blogspot.com/2010/06/zeds.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6329502378203313014/posts/default/7435134795479007630'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6329502378203313014/posts/default/7435134795479007630'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abrightersideofsuffering.blogspot.com/2010/06/zeds.html' title='zeds'/><author><name>chrisgrz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08062171229435740589</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-IW4WSJTlI2E/Ta2XgP3FbCI/AAAAAAAAAHI/dFHslIrOvNQ/s220/206672_10150161284863691_650433690_6970045_2137541_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6329502378203313014.post-6326091428305480891</id><published>2010-06-23T19:03:00.000+09:30</published><updated>2010-06-23T19:03:44.181+09:30</updated><title type='text'>8======D</title><content type='html'>i'm over it i reckon&lt;br /&gt;all that relationship stuff i've been going on about lately.&lt;br /&gt;made myself realise just to like yeah, not give a shit aha. stuff will happen when it does, all i need to do now is do whatever i want, and uhh yeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;lt;3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6329502378203313014-6326091428305480891?l=abrightersideofsuffering.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abrightersideofsuffering.blogspot.com/feeds/6326091428305480891/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://abrightersideofsuffering.blogspot.com/2010/06/8d.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6329502378203313014/posts/default/6326091428305480891'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6329502378203313014/posts/default/6326091428305480891'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abrightersideofsuffering.blogspot.com/2010/06/8d.html' title='8======D'/><author><name>chrisgrz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08062171229435740589</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-IW4WSJTlI2E/Ta2XgP3FbCI/AAAAAAAAAHI/dFHslIrOvNQ/s220/206672_10150161284863691_650433690_6970045_2137541_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6329502378203313014.post-6532535793864410013</id><published>2010-06-22T22:49:00.000+09:30</published><updated>2010-06-22T22:49:07.758+09:30</updated><title type='text'>WAVES</title><content type='html'>I posted my first proper post on&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://timesoldroman.tumblr.com/"&gt;tumblr&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;HOLY FUCKING SHIT BLOGGER'S NEW POSTING BOX LOOKS SO MUCH PRETTIER THEY MUST'VE CHANGED IT OR SOMETHING like, a post which wasn't a photo or video or anything.&lt;br /&gt;I was just like, not as many people use blogger anymore, so I'll continue to post more porn and stuff on here but I'll still use blogger, and I'll use tumblr as my medium between facebook/twitter/blogger.&lt;br /&gt;I never really realised how empty my blogger dash was though, there are quite a few updates from a few people but I looked at my following list and was like fuck, so many people have stopped.&lt;br /&gt;Then I see my tumblr list and it's full of stuff. Most of the things posted are pictures anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway,&lt;br /&gt;I hate how like, you have randoms on your social networking account, so in the case of almost everybody, facebook account, and like, well.&lt;br /&gt;I've been talking to quite a few randoms on various social networking sites and they are actually really really cool. Makes me wonder how many awesome people are on my facebook list.&lt;br /&gt;There are a few I really would like to initiate a conversation with, but some of these people would be like what the fuck if I posted on their wall, or just not comment it and leave me hangin'. So yeah oh well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;lt;3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6329502378203313014-6532535793864410013?l=abrightersideofsuffering.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abrightersideofsuffering.blogspot.com/feeds/6532535793864410013/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://abrightersideofsuffering.blogspot.com/2010/06/waves.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6329502378203313014/posts/default/6532535793864410013'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6329502378203313014/posts/default/6532535793864410013'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abrightersideofsuffering.blogspot.com/2010/06/waves.html' title='WAVES'/><author><name>chrisgrz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08062171229435740589</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-IW4WSJTlI2E/Ta2XgP3FbCI/AAAAAAAAAHI/dFHslIrOvNQ/s220/206672_10150161284863691_650433690_6970045_2137541_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6329502378203313014.post-6629866012787839892</id><published>2010-06-19T00:02:00.001+09:30</published><updated>2010-06-19T00:13:16.940+09:30</updated><title type='text'>hurr durr</title><content type='html'>I'm in bed, my shoulders and neck and nipples are fairly cold compared to the rest of my body.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img709.imageshack.us/img709/5364/30789978.png" width="550" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yep, that's me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I may or may not upload my English Comms exam on here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I forgot what I was going to write about.&lt;br /&gt;But. I know I'm trying really hard to not give a shit about trying to like someone. Because my brain now is all like I need to like someone and I'm like wut. But there is actually no-one I properly do, even like a little bit. So yeah I think it'll work so much more if I'm not aware of it. I'll try but I probably won't succeed, aha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, Parkway's new album is awesome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS. If you have/have a link for 'Exit Through the Gift Shop' please share!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;lt;3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6329502378203313014-6629866012787839892?l=abrightersideofsuffering.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abrightersideofsuffering.blogspot.com/feeds/6629866012787839892/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://abrightersideofsuffering.blogspot.com/2010/06/hurr-durr.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6329502378203313014/posts/default/6629866012787839892'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6329502378203313014/posts/default/6629866012787839892'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abrightersideofsuffering.blogspot.com/2010/06/hurr-durr.html' title='hurr durr'/><author><name>chrisgrz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08062171229435740589</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-IW4WSJTlI2E/Ta2XgP3FbCI/AAAAAAAAAHI/dFHslIrOvNQ/s220/206672_10150161284863691_650433690_6970045_2137541_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6329502378203313014.post-4405407515569284163</id><published>2010-06-16T17:35:00.003+09:30</published><updated>2010-06-16T17:57:57.078+09:30</updated><title type='text'>orange-breasted chipmunks</title><content type='html'>&lt;img width=500 src="http://25.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_l43jhzZKx11qbqrpoo1_500.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Story of the Year, so fucking good live.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Past few days have been fairly alright.&lt;br /&gt;Monday I stayed at home, did heaps of Geography.&lt;br /&gt;Tuesday I had my English Comms exam to start the day, it wasn't all too hard. We got noms in town, and then headed back to school to study for our Psych exam.&lt;br /&gt;I had vocal after school, and I left a little early at around 4:30. Got home, prettied myself up and hopped on the O-Bahn to town. I had to walk from the mall to HQ, but it was alright.&lt;br /&gt;Joseph, Despina, Eric, Nguyen and their friend were like, almost at the front of the line, there was a group of people just infront of us. I really had to pee, as did Debbie, so we wboth went to the Maccas toilets. Someone was taking a dump in the guys toilets and it smelt so bad, so Debbie was like if you're quick go in the girls toilets before me. And fuck, the girls toilets are so clean and nice and don't smell like shit! It was so good.&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, they let us in and I got a Saosin wristband. Phobia - Breaking Benjamin was playing. It was on repeat too, so the whole album played through all of the interludes and stuff.&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, blessthefall came on! We were so pumped, the mosh was alright too! Their intro was so good!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/z9JDi8qhE4w&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&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/z9JDi8qhE4w&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;" 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;Saosin sounded good, apart from a mic not working early in their set. The only thing that bothered me was Cove (their lead singer) was so unenthused the whole time. This guy right next to me kept trying to hi-5 him, and whenever Cove saw he looked away and blocked him out with his hand. He wouldn't even accept our love!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Story of the Year were brilliant. I love these guys' stage presence. They had alot of energy, too bad I was pretty tired. And when they played my favourite song by them, I came!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="640" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/ZnKZXkrgKlM&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&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/ZnKZXkrgKlM&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="640" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At the start, me and Joe were slowdancing next to the (soon to be) pit. I'm singing it as loud as I can. Once the chorus kicked in I went spaz in the mosh! It was so good. I yelled every single lyric, and I went to Nguyen and some randoms at one point and sang "I'd scream this song right in your face if you were hear" at them! (ironic, huh?) It was so good.&lt;br /&gt;The last line of the song (just before the final phrase) I got Joe to help me up and crowdsurf, and man that one was good! I'm singing it loud, and i'm on my stomach. Staring right at Dan (the singer) and the bassist was looking at me and I was like fuck yeah! Then I got thrown off right at the end (afew seconds later, really) and yeah! That made my night, no week. No, month. It was so fucking good, made me want to cry! Just because everything was so fucking good and dreamy I guess, aha. The rest was also good.&lt;br /&gt;I got a lift to Klemzig interchange with Debbie because that's where I was parked, and yeahh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I had music exams, so lucky it was in the afternoon because I was fucked in the morning. I got like 40/50 for it, and Roach said he couldn't hear anything I was playing after it stopped going all acousticy (I played Regret Not - All That Remains) so that's where I lost heaps of marks. But he said from what it looked like it was good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm now trying to do my Geography because I'm pretty sure it's due tomorrow and my last exam (Geography) is tomorrow. So yeah I still have fuckloads to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS. Changed my layout, hopefully it's alot better!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6329502378203313014-4405407515569284163?l=abrightersideofsuffering.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abrightersideofsuffering.blogspot.com/feeds/4405407515569284163/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://abrightersideofsuffering.blogspot.com/2010/06/gurr.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6329502378203313014/posts/default/4405407515569284163'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6329502378203313014/posts/default/4405407515569284163'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abrightersideofsuffering.blogspot.com/2010/06/gurr.html' title='orange-breasted chipmunks'/><author><name>chrisgrz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08062171229435740589</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-IW4WSJTlI2E/Ta2XgP3FbCI/AAAAAAAAAHI/dFHslIrOvNQ/s220/206672_10150161284863691_650433690_6970045_2137541_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6329502378203313014.post-8549435834241192526</id><published>2010-06-08T20:12:00.001+09:30</published><updated>2010-06-08T20:12:19.889+09:30</updated><title type='text'>Oral :D</title><content type='html'>&lt;span xmlns=''&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;How to play &lt;em&gt;the game&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;HEY GUYS, WOMEN WHO SHOULD BE IN THE KITCHEN, AND TEACHER.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;It was a warm summer eve, in the year of 2007. After my daily WoW sesh, I had proceeded to google as my game time had run out. I looked and looked, for a new game to keep me entertained, as I could not bare to face a week without my beloved level 37 paladin. As my laziest option, I resorted to using google. My laziness only enabled me to use the least amount of words possible, therefore I was only able to type 'game'. Scanning the results, I come to the first option which seemed a little suss, but in my stupidity and desperation, I clicked it. I was soon shocked as to what I had uncovered. I spent minutes comprehending the amount of mindfuck that this webpage contained. You cannot fathom the amount of fuck which I had gone through at that moment. I sent the webpage to my friend, to help me decipher the rules. We had both forgot about it that week and we were on our merry way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Months had passed, and it was only if a science lesson in 2008 which I zoned out in, when I randomly just exclaimed "I lost the game!". Me and my friend, who shall remain nameless, both gave each other a look of hatred, fear, mind-blowingness, and, well, suckyness.&lt;br/&gt;We spread the word to most of our friendship group, and from then on it has been an ever-present meme, and at many times, in our preconscious, just waiting to spoil the moment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Rule 1 – You are playing the game&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Rule 2 – If you think about the game, you lose&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Rule 3 – Loss must be announced.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Three simple rules to a simple game – or is it so?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Most people who hear about the game, need a proper explanation, so that is why I am at your service.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;The game&lt;/em&gt; is a metaphorical term for, I don't know, something more like a conflict. It is mind game, even though people often mistake it for something physical.    &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;So the first rule – &lt;em&gt;you are playing the game&lt;/em&gt; – is fairly straightforward. You might question yourself, saying "what game?"&lt;br/&gt;The first rule introduces you to the concept of the game. You do not know what the game is yet, but further explanation is given in rule number 2.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;If you think about the game, you lose.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;/em&gt;This rule is actually really straightforward, although it does take a more informed mind to understand this right away. The basic gist of this is that there is this 'game', if you will, and once it comes to thought, then you have lost it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Think of it as hide and seek, you don't know that you are caught unless you are given indication that you have been caught. The same concept applies to the game. As you have no idea what the game is beforehand, the rules don't apply to you. This is the same is sitting, standing, crouching, balancing, ninjaing, rolling, sliding, pulling, lifting, bracing, or squatting in a hiding place. Being reminded of the game is exactly the same as hearing someone say that you've been caught in hide and seek.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;You don't have to hear the actual word 'the game', you could be reminded of it, or even be in pleasurable deep thought and just thinking of the game. This would be enough to ensure that you've lost.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;Loss must be announced.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;/em&gt;The novelty of announcing that you have lost wears off after only a little while. Losing the game does get old and annoying really quickly, especially when something as clever as this is stuck in your head. So many people withhold from announcing loss, so they do not have to bother explaining the rules to the people whom enquire, but it is also a good technique to rid this game from your head, as it will not be in repetition as much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;There are catches with trying to win the game. Before you are introduced to the game, you are winning, but as you are oblivious to the game which is, some may argue that you have not been winning. The only time that you would be able to win the game is when you are not thinking about it, as I have stated above. The harder you try to win the game, the harder it is to win, as you would be thinking about not winning the game therefore you are still thinking about the game. Anyone whom tries to win the game is stuck in a 'Catch-22'. The only way to win is to forget about it, or not think about it, but by thinking about not trying to think about it, or forgetting it, you are still actually thinking about it.&lt;br/&gt;That may seem confusing, but when you read it on paper slowly, it makes perfect logical sense.&lt;br/&gt;The best way to win would be to just do whatever, because eventually it will drain out of your mind; unless you are unlucky enough to have been around the game for a long time, because it will be stuck in your unconscious or even preconscious and you will remember the game, even if it is not very often.&lt;br/&gt;Another way to win the game is to die. You would die and be ridden of the game. If you believe in the afterlife and all that jazz, then bad luck. But for those that don't, or all the Buddhists in the class who are rockin' the rebirth system, your consciousness would be no more. As your consciousness would have said bye-bye, you would not know that you are winning the game, so then, you would win. But because you have died and cease to exist, then you are out of the game.&lt;br/&gt;You would be out of the game at the same time that you would have won, so really you would not win at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;So there you go, my laziness has now resulted in a massive mindfuck for me, and hopefully for you too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Why do people play this game, a game with no real prize in the end? Is it for self-satisfaction? Do they need something lingering in their mind at all times? Are they a troll? I will leave this question up to you guys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I am a spaz&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6329502378203313014-8549435834241192526?l=abrightersideofsuffering.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abrightersideofsuffering.blogspot.com/feeds/8549435834241192526/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://abrightersideofsuffering.blogspot.com/2010/06/oral-d.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6329502378203313014/posts/default/8549435834241192526'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6329502378203313014/posts/default/8549435834241192526'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abrightersideofsuffering.blogspot.com/2010/06/oral-d.html' title='Oral :D'/><author><name>chrisgrz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08062171229435740589</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-IW4WSJTlI2E/Ta2XgP3FbCI/AAAAAAAAAHI/dFHslIrOvNQ/s220/206672_10150161284863691_650433690_6970045_2137541_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6329502378203313014.post-1475420818590893813</id><published>2010-06-08T20:07:00.002+09:30</published><updated>2010-06-08T20:10:36.179+09:30</updated><title type='text'>mindfuck</title><content type='html'>This is so weird.&lt;br /&gt;Last night I was talking to Joe about that Airplaes song (can we pretend that airplanes in the night sky are like shooting stars...), and about 10 or 15 seconds later I see a FUCKING METEOR. That's right.&lt;br /&gt;It was the biggest and brightest one that I've ever seen, it was really close aswell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But anyways, I was like woah what a coincidence.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night just after music, on the way to HJ's, we go past the road to my ex's place, and then we were having some general chit-chat about stuff.&lt;br /&gt;Then I was like, I would be pissed off if she texted Ella and was like hey let's be friends, and he was like yeah she isn't friends with anyone anymore.&lt;br /&gt;But yeah tonight, Joe gets a text from her asking how he is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHATTTTT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Probs won't talk about as much personal stuff anymore, but I'll still post ahah.&lt;br /&gt;But yeahhhhh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, I did Jen's English oral, because I could.&lt;br /&gt;I enjoyed writing it though, and if we have to do another oral for English then I'm so doing it aswell. I'll upload it here for future reference lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6329502378203313014-1475420818590893813?l=abrightersideofsuffering.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abrightersideofsuffering.blogspot.com/feeds/1475420818590893813/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://abrightersideofsuffering.blogspot.com/2010/06/mindfuck.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6329502378203313014/posts/default/1475420818590893813'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6329502378203313014/posts/default/1475420818590893813'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abrightersideofsuffering.blogspot.com/2010/06/mindfuck.html' title='mindfuck'/><author><name>chrisgrz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08062171229435740589</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-IW4WSJTlI2E/Ta2XgP3FbCI/AAAAAAAAAHI/dFHslIrOvNQ/s220/206672_10150161284863691_650433690_6970045_2137541_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6329502378203313014.post-9156797690692822823</id><published>2010-06-06T22:35:00.000+09:30</published><updated>2010-06-06T22:35:09.627+09:30</updated><title type='text'>ohman!</title><content type='html'>I'm doing my music homework right now (finally &gt;_&gt; should've been done 2 weeks ago, but hey) and I was thinking; OH! I also have to comment a piece of work on the music blog. So I went on and I forgot what we were meant to do. But I looked through and the work that I uploaded had 4 comments, so I decided to see what people said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Surprisingly people said good things about it, even though it got me a C for music :\&lt;br /&gt;But yeah I decided to listen to it again, and omfg it made me lol so hard! I added a little bit into it, the ending static thing from &lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;Hey John, What's Your Name Again?&lt;/b&gt; - The Devil Wears Prada&lt;/i&gt; and then the intro to &lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;The Downfall Of Us All&lt;/b&gt; - A Day To Remember&lt;/i&gt;. That mad eme crack up heaps. But I now know what I should've changed. Mainly the volume and everything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://firstclass.scotch.sa.edu.au/~ahubmayer/FOV1-0002805B/Things%20That%20Rhyme%20With%20Orange%20Remix.mp3?FCItemID=S009FB0DA"&gt;But it's here if you want to listen @_@. Come on, I'm only a link&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also found out that I can post to Blogger via Word 2010.&lt;br /&gt;I'll try that sometime, in the meantime.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6329502378203313014-9156797690692822823?l=abrightersideofsuffering.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abrightersideofsuffering.blogspot.com/feeds/9156797690692822823/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://abrightersideofsuffering.blogspot.com/2010/06/ohman.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6329502378203313014/posts/default/9156797690692822823'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6329502378203313014/posts/default/9156797690692822823'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abrightersideofsuffering.blogspot.com/2010/06/ohman.html' title='ohman!'/><author><name>chrisgrz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08062171229435740589</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-IW4WSJTlI2E/Ta2XgP3FbCI/AAAAAAAAAHI/dFHslIrOvNQ/s220/206672_10150161284863691_650433690_6970045_2137541_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6329502378203313014.post-4646724747773046172</id><published>2010-06-06T21:18:00.000+09:30</published><updated>2010-06-06T21:18:45.887+09:30</updated><title type='text'>short.</title><content type='html'>Most of the people I hang around with now, are all in to anime.&lt;br /&gt;I have nothing against anime, I just don't watch it.&lt;br /&gt;I've seen a few anime movies, and afew episodes from collections (except pokemon and DBZ, because that shit was so cash).&lt;br /&gt;But yeah alot of the time they talk about anime, or even games. I don't really play games that much now. And I just don't find anime worth the time. Like well, it just doesn't interest me. But even alot of people I know have started to get into anime the past year and yeahhhhh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel like the odd one out, especially when people talk about anime.&lt;br /&gt;That's another reason I was looking for new peoples.&lt;br /&gt;But yeah, I'll have a hard time looking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The only thing I want to look forward to is opportunity. But lately I've been all like, oh man woman. Like hey Chris you keep thinking about getting a girlfriend and shiz even though you don't want to but it keeps getting the best of you and is annoying. I'm trying to stop thinking about that stuff but it's pretty hard. But yeah new opportunities are great to look forward to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm having a hard time doing homework. I'm just not motivated enough tonight. But I am motivated to play guitar. I won't even do my music homework.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can sweep the intro to Vela, Together We Await the Storm.&lt;br /&gt;I can do it good at half speed, and pretty good at 75% speed. I can do it at full speed but it's pretty messy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Still looking for a song for my music exam~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6329502378203313014-4646724747773046172?l=abrightersideofsuffering.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abrightersideofsuffering.blogspot.com/feeds/4646724747773046172/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://abrightersideofsuffering.blogspot.com/2010/06/short.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6329502378203313014/posts/default/4646724747773046172'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6329502378203313014/posts/default/4646724747773046172'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abrightersideofsuffering.blogspot.com/2010/06/short.html' title='short.'/><author><name>chrisgrz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08062171229435740589</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-IW4WSJTlI2E/Ta2XgP3FbCI/AAAAAAAAAHI/dFHslIrOvNQ/s220/206672_10150161284863691_650433690_6970045_2137541_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6329502378203313014.post-848421231617557655</id><published>2010-06-05T18:47:00.000+09:30</published><updated>2010-06-05T18:47:21.998+09:30</updated><title type='text'>Woah, they're purple</title><content type='html'>Ohey blogger. Would you like to hear about mine and Justin's adventure? Good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the way to Justin's at around 2:30, I was driving up Portrush Road, then I see this lady stopped on the footpath. She looked like a granny, about 70 years old? Anyway, I just see her leg it across the road! I was like what the fuuuuuuuuuuuuck. She ran pretty fast to, but like, wow.&lt;br /&gt;1 or 2km up the road, as I'm turning onto Greenhill Road, this red Ferrari pulls out infront of me. I came, as it sounded sooooooooo good. It looked like a pretty recent one aswell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Justin's computer spazzed out, as it wouldn't open my &lt;i&gt;.docx&lt;/i&gt; Word document, so we proceeded to the Burnside library to print out. It cost me 25c to print out one copy or my Geography survey, and it was in black and white aswell! Would have been cheaper to go to copyfax and print them off. But we scanned the print-out, because we saved 5c per print, but the quality was shitty anyways ._.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went to HJ's on either Lower North East Road, or Darley road (I'm not sure which one lol)&lt;br /&gt;I got a bacon deluxe meal, and I bought Justin a whopper meal without meat. We got our stuff and I was like, hey didn't I get a whopper meal? And the girl was like nope I didn't put it through as that. So I was like, I think this is a little too expensive but whatever. Then 5 minutes later she came up to us and was like sorry it was a whopper meal but I removed it accidentally. So she gave us small chips and a drink (even though if I were her I would've given us a medium, or even large). I said foiled! And Justin was like that is okay. Then we both agreed she was cool for doing that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We next head up to Paradise interchange, to hand out surveys, and on the way we pondered on what to do next. We settled on just handing out surveys at Paradise today, and I could go to Klemzig during the week and do the last bit. I was being fussy, and saying we shouldn't ask people listening to music, or anyone ethnic after an Asian lady and a Sudanese lady had uhh, some trouble understanding. There were a few cool people which we surveyed that seemed pretty cool, then the last people we surveyed were these two girls. Only one of them filled it out, which happened to be the cuter of the two, aha. They kept laughing/giggling. We didn't care but later on we started thinking about it, and it was either because we were being a little clumsy, because the jacket that I bought the day before which I just put on, looked weird (which I still think it does), or because of the way I structured survey questions.&lt;br /&gt;I look forward to surveying more people during the week, though; only another 20 or so to go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;(By the way, if anyone reading this catches the O-Bahn, ever, then hit me up (or insert other 'hip' slang here).&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We headed back to his, I was finally able to urinate, and he got to stuff as he was going to Matt's game night. Talked to his nan for a little, then I dropped Justin off in town, outside the pancake kitchen. I'm stopped at Main North Road, and Matt calls me. I answer and he is like you have to go back to Justin's. I'm like, why? He says it's an emergency, and he kept saying that. I was like why? He was like because you have to. I was like tell me or I won't go. He was hell heshitant so I knew something was up. Eventually he gave in and said that Justin forgot to bring SSM:B because that was the must-have Wii game. I got &lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/pages/Im-not-angy-LOL-JK-Im-Markus/128694157157406?ref=ts"&gt;angy&lt;/a&gt; and put my phone away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know some other stuff happened but I don't remember at the moment, hah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well anyways.&lt;br /&gt;Took me about 6 hours in total (the previous two afternoons) to get myself a good jumper. Could've gotten a good hoodie but I settled on a heavy jacket instead. I reckon it looks weird but Justin and Kieran liked it, so I got it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I could probably write some proper things right now, instead of jibber-jabber, but I have things to do so I'd rather do them actually, ahah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Try to do the 2009 Psychology exam for practice.&lt;br /&gt;- Start putting the survey results into an excel worksheet, i'll need 2 or 3 workbooks for it, though.&lt;br /&gt;- Do a little more Geography&lt;br /&gt;- Try and find a good song to learn for music exam&lt;br /&gt;- Music homework&lt;br /&gt;- Start on my English novel review&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So much to do this weekend!&lt;br /&gt;But just letting you know, I'm still free to talk to people. Calling me would be great also.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS. I found my meme folder!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6329502378203313014-848421231617557655?l=abrightersideofsuffering.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abrightersideofsuffering.blogspot.com/feeds/848421231617557655/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://abrightersideofsuffering.blogspot.com/2010/06/woah-theyre-purple.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6329502378203313014/posts/default/848421231617557655'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6329502378203313014/posts/default/848421231617557655'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abrightersideofsuffering.blogspot.com/2010/06/woah-theyre-purple.html' title='Woah, they&apos;re purple'/><author><name>chrisgrz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08062171229435740589</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-IW4WSJTlI2E/Ta2XgP3FbCI/AAAAAAAAAHI/dFHslIrOvNQ/s220/206672_10150161284863691_650433690_6970045_2137541_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6329502378203313014.post-6410982918918610211</id><published>2010-05-31T23:15:00.000+09:30</published><updated>2010-05-31T23:15:15.388+09:30</updated><title type='text'>how about some hardcore</title><content type='html'>It's been a hard day.&lt;br /&gt;So I started off with education, and then going to Scotch College for music.&lt;br /&gt;Me and Joe couldn't be fucked going to music but we went anyway, I had energy at the start, but that course always makes me really tired. All we do is sit, talk and yeah basically.&lt;br /&gt;Me and Joe got HJ's and I proceeded to drop him off.&lt;br /&gt;Got home and fixed up some points on my resume. I'll &lt;i&gt;eventually&lt;/i&gt; print it off, one day...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well I was continuing with my Geography IFS, and like 5 minutes later my mum comes in and is like 'CHRIS I WANT TO GO FOR A DRIVE'. (yeah I know, wrong quotation marks, but I really cbf) Lately well, I think I've mentioned this in another past blog but yeah. It was alright when I was able to just go for a drive for a little. That was awesome. But once she was all like go let me stalk my ex from 1.5 years ago it got hell fucking annoying.&lt;br /&gt;I refused but then I was like omg only if it doesn't take long. We were on the way home and let's just say, I had to drive to Salisbury and then back to Woodville and then home again. It pissed my the fuck off, I was doing fast turns, 120 down the Port River Expressway, and heaps of dickhead things to vent my anger. And I'm home now and I can't really be fucked, and I ought to go to bed because it's kinda late now (trying to sleep earlier so I have more energy.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On to the main part of this post.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate how like no-one really tells me anything now.&lt;br /&gt;Back well, year 8,9, and some of 10, people used to tell me stuff and go to me and stuff. This didn't happen as much and now it's like bleh.&lt;br /&gt;I liked it as 1) I felt good knowing how people felt, and hopefully helping them and stuff&lt;br /&gt;2) Kept me in the 'know', even if no-one was like this is what my problems are ________, people would still tell me stuff, or heck, even gossip.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alot of the time is was people I met on&lt;i&gt; the internet&lt;/i&gt;, but it was also quite a lot of IRL people. But atleast I knew the shit that was going on though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now like, friends and shit are fucked.&lt;br /&gt;It was like Dan and Joe and Matt and Jarrad and shit, then Jarrad went off. Then like I didn't hear as much about Matt and Lewis and Pete and all this shit happened and Matt wasn't friends with them.&lt;br /&gt;Then like Dan started hanging out with the scene kids and everyone else went together. Then it's like me Joe Matt with Justin Muth Kieran Jono Tom etc. They've been friends for ages (Kieran Jono Tom Debbie etc etc.) But they all seem to love Joe and talk to Matt as much, so I'm kinda by myself now. It's really shit as like, well it's just me mostly. I can blog all I like but I still feel like fuck. Anyway,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I still remember afew months ago I was trying to find new friends and like, hopefully become tight with them. But that has failed miserably. I'm not even gonna bother anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, does anyone have any suggestions for a song for me to learn for my music exam? It's like in 2 weeks but I haven't really learnt any challenging songs this year, I need a good one for ittt!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6329502378203313014-6410982918918610211?l=abrightersideofsuffering.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abrightersideofsuffering.blogspot.com/feeds/6410982918918610211/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://abrightersideofsuffering.blogspot.com/2010/05/how-about-some-hardcore.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6329502378203313014/posts/default/6410982918918610211'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6329502378203313014/posts/default/6410982918918610211'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abrightersideofsuffering.blogspot.com/2010/05/how-about-some-hardcore.html' title='how about some hardcore'/><author><name>chrisgrz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08062171229435740589</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-IW4WSJTlI2E/Ta2XgP3FbCI/AAAAAAAAAHI/dFHslIrOvNQ/s220/206672_10150161284863691_650433690_6970045_2137541_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6329502378203313014.post-814618858348718955</id><published>2010-05-31T21:10:00.001+09:30</published><updated>2010-05-31T21:10:16.343+09:30</updated><title type='text'>I hate it</title><content type='html'>When people are like what does Chris like? Or describe Chris. Or people introduce me to people;&lt;br /&gt;And they go like, Chris loves goatse, blue waffle, jar squatter, etc... And they name heaps of shock sites.&lt;br /&gt;Like guys, come on I've stopped that shit for quite a while now. I feel quite proud, but people keep going on and on and on about it and it's really annoying and gay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eh, oh well.&lt;br /&gt;But if you want me to continue, I'll go right ahead and I will constantly spam you with shock sites.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Live long and prosper;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6329502378203313014-814618858348718955?l=abrightersideofsuffering.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abrightersideofsuffering.blogspot.com/feeds/814618858348718955/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://abrightersideofsuffering.blogspot.com/2010/05/i-hate-it.html#comment-form' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6329502378203313014/posts/default/814618858348718955'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6329502378203313014/posts/default/814618858348718955'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abrightersideofsuffering.blogspot.com/2010/05/i-hate-it.html' title='I hate it'/><author><name>chrisgrz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08062171229435740589</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-IW4WSJTlI2E/Ta2XgP3FbCI/AAAAAAAAAHI/dFHslIrOvNQ/s220/206672_10150161284863691_650433690_6970045_2137541_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6329502378203313014.post-1165575961148744960</id><published>2010-05-27T22:33:00.000+09:30</published><updated>2010-05-27T22:33:17.399+09:30</updated><title type='text'>Taylor Swift</title><content type='html'>Is amazing at helping me do homework.&lt;br /&gt;But I'm still having trouble.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's more like I'm not motivated. As a wrote in a previous blog, dunno why I have little motivation for school at the moment. but I'm not sure how I have the motivation to write this aswell, dammit. I should try vlogging. I'll be mega later to the party, but it's worth a shot, hey. I probably won't end up doing it, but it'll be soooooso much easier!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6329502378203313014-1165575961148744960?l=abrightersideofsuffering.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abrightersideofsuffering.blogspot.com/feeds/1165575961148744960/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://abrightersideofsuffering.blogspot.com/2010/05/taylor-swift.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6329502378203313014/posts/default/1165575961148744960'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6329502378203313014/posts/default/1165575961148744960'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abrightersideofsuffering.blogspot.com/2010/05/taylor-swift.html' title='Taylor Swift'/><author><name>chrisgrz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08062171229435740589</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-IW4WSJTlI2E/Ta2XgP3FbCI/AAAAAAAAAHI/dFHslIrOvNQ/s220/206672_10150161284863691_650433690_6970045_2137541_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6329502378203313014.post-5301184724455611687</id><published>2010-05-27T21:15:00.003+09:30</published><updated>2010-05-27T21:16:14.325+09:30</updated><title type='text'>i like like like like.</title><content type='html'>Me: Mr. Jalleh, would I be able to get my middle name also embroided on the front of my year 12 jumper?&lt;br /&gt;Mr. Jalleh: Hmm&lt;br /&gt;Me: Come on, &lt;i&gt;Chris Guy Rocky Zeno&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mr. Jalleh: NO!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Automatic Loveletter - Truth or Dare&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img width=400 src="http://27.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_l2mnwh6Que1qzet6xo1_500.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Epic.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6329502378203313014-5301184724455611687?l=abrightersideofsuffering.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abrightersideofsuffering.blogspot.com/feeds/5301184724455611687/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://abrightersideofsuffering.blogspot.com/2010/05/i-like-like-like-like_27.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6329502378203313014/posts/default/5301184724455611687'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6329502378203313014/posts/default/5301184724455611687'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abrightersideofsuffering.blogspot.com/2010/05/i-like-like-like-like_27.html' title='i like like like like.'/><author><name>chrisgrz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08062171229435740589</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-IW4WSJTlI2E/Ta2XgP3FbCI/AAAAAAAAAHI/dFHslIrOvNQ/s220/206672_10150161284863691_650433690_6970045_2137541_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6329502378203313014.post-6866755684792487492</id><published>2010-05-27T20:57:00.000+09:30</published><updated>2010-05-27T20:57:31.607+09:30</updated><title type='text'>isn't it ironic.</title><content type='html'>It's ironic how like, awhile back I would be called immature quite alot, especially when I mentioned goatse, blue waffle, jarsquatter, etc. I've stopped saying that stuff, even though people still say I'm obsessed with that and everything, and yeah I think lately I've been a little more mature, but with that people have stopped taking to me and shit, I don't think I'm as fun. I'm probably not as fun as I used to be, but hey I try to be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I try to have fun/be fun but I think I'm boring D:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the plus side, I've done almost all of my Geography data collection. Now for surveys and riding the O-Bahn &gt;;D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS. 100th post on here! :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6329502378203313014-6866755684792487492?l=abrightersideofsuffering.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abrightersideofsuffering.blogspot.com/feeds/6866755684792487492/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://abrightersideofsuffering.blogspot.com/2010/05/isnt-it-ironic.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6329502378203313014/posts/default/6866755684792487492'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6329502378203313014/posts/default/6866755684792487492'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abrightersideofsuffering.blogspot.com/2010/05/isnt-it-ironic.html' title='isn&apos;t it ironic.'/><author><name>chrisgrz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08062171229435740589</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-IW4WSJTlI2E/Ta2XgP3FbCI/AAAAAAAAAHI/dFHslIrOvNQ/s220/206672_10150161284863691_650433690_6970045_2137541_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6329502378203313014.post-925493334848296909</id><published>2010-05-25T18:46:00.000+09:30</published><updated>2010-05-25T18:46:47.688+09:30</updated><title type='text'>Found.</title><content type='html'>Well, I don't really know a life without LOST.&lt;br /&gt;Started watching when it first came out, which was 2005. I was in year 7 at the time. It actually first aired in 2004, but being Australia, we got it 6 months later. I wasn't inclined to watch it at first. Then my friend watched the promo and recommended me to watch the encore screening afew days later. I did and was like, this seems interesting. And that's how it started.&lt;br /&gt;I've watched it all up until now. It kind of annoys me that many LOST fans say they hated the finale and that is was horrible - simply because it didn't answer as many questions as they wanted. It was obvious that the show was based around the characters and the journey they have all been through. Oh well, as the show has reinforced the past season - answers will only lead to more questions. And - You have to let go and move on.&lt;br /&gt;They have both been strong motifs, along with science vs faith, or two opposing sides.&lt;br /&gt;I am extremely pleased with how the finale played out. And it was also really emotional and sad for me. I haven't cried in a long, long time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, off LOST.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I seem to be a more individual person than a group person. I dunno why. With work, I find it hard to concentrate even with one other person talking, or any noises, except for some music. In groups I can't work at all. Well I can, but really slowly. Probably because I always get someone talking to me or something. But anyway. I actually meant socially. I spend more time alone than with others, I guess. And I have like, no-one I am really close with, friends-wise. Hey, it would have probably been Arlen, but he is paranoid of the public or something, I'm not sure, he never goes out unless it's to pick up his girlfriend. Me and Joe were cool but now him and Matt are like hell tight. Don't think they were this close like, end of last year and through the holidays, when all of that shit went down between Dan, Lewis, and the group, and Matt. And I still have no idea what happened anyway. I think Matt was mad at Pete for going out with Lewis' ex even though Lewis didn't give a shit, then he was spreading rumors to break them up or spreading rumors to numerous girls about others in the group or something. That's what I think I was told aha.&lt;br /&gt;Anyway yeah, if I ever go out it's either a group event, or I'm told the night before/that day. And it's usually "are you going to town?" and I'm like no and they're like oh go etc. Now I'll get the usual lecture from Muth and he will go like "that's why you make plans earlier" (sic). It's like, others would have made plans anyway, I'd be turned down too, maybe I'd be unwanted etc. And it's not like a care honestly. I care, quite alot actually. But I mean like, it's hard to explain. But well, that's cool, you guys have fun, I'll make my own fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But yeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess I'm the kind of person who likes attention. Well everybody does. But I rarely get any. Except for after school and I was doing my bus/passenger counts on Grenfell Street. This car stops at the lights and this girl yelled out and she was like hey my sister thinks you're cute, what do you have to say? I was like, uhh cool, and gave her the thumbs up. Anyway. She seemed like a spaz aswell, aha. CONTINUING. I do like attention, sometimes too much is horrible, because it sometimes gets annoying, but I'm trying to force myself to live with none. Which I guess is good. I don't mean forcing myself, but like, well live with it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also continuing on the topic of being a loner and such, my phone is fucking lonely. The only texts I've received recently have been today when I texted Nat, my fatty, on the bus, just catching up and stuff. And parkour Dan texted me afew days back saying we should hang out after he gets back from Melb. But yeah. Then heaps of people I know are constantly getting texts from several different people. Unless everyone is on Virgin, I have no clue. Oh well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm going to try blog way more often, like, maybe even daily. We'll see how that goes. Just means my blogs will be alot smaller (hopefully), which will be good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, this layout is really weird and looks pretty bad. I'm going to change it up alot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, to watch the Big Bang Theory finale!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6329502378203313014-925493334848296909?l=abrightersideofsuffering.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abrightersideofsuffering.blogspot.com/feeds/925493334848296909/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://abrightersideofsuffering.blogspot.com/2010/05/found.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6329502378203313014/posts/default/925493334848296909'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6329502378203313014/posts/default/925493334848296909'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abrightersideofsuffering.blogspot.com/2010/05/found.html' title='Found.'/><author><name>chrisgrz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08062171229435740589</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-IW4WSJTlI2E/Ta2XgP3FbCI/AAAAAAAAAHI/dFHslIrOvNQ/s220/206672_10150161284863691_650433690_6970045_2137541_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6329502378203313014.post-8266101874847678423</id><published>2010-05-24T21:09:00.002+09:30</published><updated>2010-05-26T16:58:00.061+09:30</updated><title type='text'>PS,</title><content type='html'>I have just watched the LOST finale. Well, by just, I mean it finished over an hour ago.&lt;br /&gt;And wow. What can I say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you Carlton Cuse and Damon Lindelof for an amazing ride. And thank you JJ. Abrams for coming up with the concept.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There would be so many interpretations of this. But I loved the last scene, and how it brought the show well, full circle.&lt;br /&gt;Final image ever:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RfV5VMtlSWQ/S_o9J7Xe7KI/AAAAAAAAC44/Gyc5n40MdHI/s400/Eye.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First image ever:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img width=400 src="http://img228.imageshack.us/img228/5205/openm.png"&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6329502378203313014-8266101874847678423?l=abrightersideofsuffering.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abrightersideofsuffering.blogspot.com/feeds/8266101874847678423/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://abrightersideofsuffering.blogspot.com/2010/05/ps.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6329502378203313014/posts/default/8266101874847678423'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6329502378203313014/posts/default/8266101874847678423'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abrightersideofsuffering.blogspot.com/2010/05/ps.html' title='PS,'/><author><name>chrisgrz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08062171229435740589</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-IW4WSJTlI2E/Ta2XgP3FbCI/AAAAAAAAAHI/dFHslIrOvNQ/s220/206672_10150161284863691_650433690_6970045_2137541_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RfV5VMtlSWQ/S_o9J7Xe7KI/AAAAAAAAC44/Gyc5n40MdHI/s72-c/Eye.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6329502378203313014.post-8606412393422573603</id><published>2010-05-24T21:06:00.000+09:30</published><updated>2010-05-24T21:06:37.554+09:30</updated><title type='text'>Soul Survivor</title><content type='html'>&lt;i&gt;English narrative I handed up afew weeks ago. Got a 17 for it, was pissed though as he actually marked my draft and was like well it's a little late, 17 is good enough though isn't it? Even though Jack and others have had like, 4 or 5 drafts. Oh well.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Day 42: It’s been almost a week since I’ve lost contact. I don’t know how much longer I can live in this state… This state of loneliness. What’s happening down there? I’ve had more than enough time to ponder this. Have some of the communication towers been knocked down? Was there a power failure they have yet to fix? Or am I simply one of their pitiful experiments? I need contact, it’s only been 6 days but in my head it has seemed sevenfold longer. I’m seeing ghosts, shadows or something, I can’t put my finger on what exactly I’m seeing. There’s nothing to do but wait from now on, hoping that someone, anyone would talk to me. It’s such a bad coincidence that the rest of my crew left days before this happened; they’ll be back in afew weeks, if everything hopefully goes to plan. I miss Penny and Charlie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Day 56: I hate to say this, but if anything happens to me before I receive any contact, hopefully somebody views the ship log and sees what I’ve gone through. I’ve been eating more, just because it’s been so much more comforting, and I have food which will last me I don’t know, a few more years at the most? I spend most of my time staring at the stars, out here space is many times more visible than down on Earth, oh how I miss that place. Not a day has gone past where I ponder what my existence means to everyone down there, whether they still care about me or whether they are continually observing my every movie for their enjoyment, or just to study me. There’s no point in worrying though, right? It’s probably just a technicality that needs to be worked out, and my crew will be back soon. But these shadows are back they could keep me company, right..?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Day 63: I never used to be a believer. I honestly tried to believe, at least for the past week. Nothing is going to happen. I haven’t seen any rocket being launched, no signal at all. I’m losing hope and faith, not just in NASA, but in humanity. I don’t know what their intentions are and there’s no way of me knowing what they are. I hope Penny and Charlie are okay. I really do, they are what is making this worse, but they are also making me feel better. There’s no point in thinking actually, that will only make it worse. Oh well, only time will tell. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Day 72: It’s been roughly 32 days since I’ve lost contact. I don’t know what to think… Today I broke one of the tables because I’ve been so fucking frustrated! I have nothing to do, NOTHING! They SHOULD HAVE been back by now and it’s pissing me the hell off. I wonder what Penny and Charlie are doing. Do they know what is happening? How much do they care? The music that is on board SUCKS and it annoyed me so much so I deleted ALL OF IT. Now it’s even more lonely, except… THESE BLOODY GHOSTS! OR SHADOWS! WHATEVER THEY ARE. JUST LEAVE ME ALONE!! FUCKING HELL!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Day 90: Is any of this really happening? It could all be a dream. Is this the absolute truth? Does this truly exist? What if this, ALL OF THIS… Is actually hell...? Not that I believe in religion but what if, I had somehow died. This is actually my afterlife? It sounds silly but hell, am I willing to believe anything now. These tears on my journal, how they are slowly draining me of life. Maybe this is hell, maybe I deserve this. Maybe this is part of my imagination because I have always feared of being alone. Maybe the truth, maybe it doesn’t exist. Is it absolutely true that the absolute truth doesn’t exist? So maybe this is not hell, rather my perception of the world. OUR perception of the world. Our society and how we live. Maybe none of this exists and it is just in my head. I can’t see any way out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Day 95: Maybe… There’s a New World Order down there… Ahahaha! Maybe, everyone is under control by a government. Screw them, screw them all to hell. Hell couldn’t be as bad as this or maybe THIS IS HELL. I DON’T FUCKING KNOW FUCK. So much shit is in my head right now. I can’t uhh. I can’t tether onto hope for much longer. The only thing… The only thing useful I have done lately is uhh. I found the rest of the music because I found out I didn’t delete all of it. Fucking technology. Fucking shadows. They remind me of human life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Day 96: Why the fuck should I believe. Time goes by so fast down there but here it seems like forever. I think I will take an emergency pod. Not down to earth but rather away. It’s not my fault they haven’t taught any of us to fucking use them. Maybe it was their plan all along. I’M NOT A FUCKING TECHNICIAN I CAN’T PROGRAM SOMETHING DOWN TO EARTH. No matter what I do I will die, or it will seem like dying. Anything is better than here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Day 97: I just had a dream. This dream was different… It’s what they call uhh, uhh, lucid? Yes, Lucid dreaming. I realised it was a dream. I could control everything. I had a dream that I could see Penny and Charlie. It was so amazing. I could feel them and talk to them. I don’t remember details, but some weird shit happened too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Day 98: Lost count of days I’ve been alone…&lt;br /&gt;The world is so close but seems so distant.&lt;br /&gt;It makes me sad but I am still hoping for the best.&lt;br /&gt;I’m seeing things, but it’s my mind playing tricks on me.&lt;br /&gt;I’ve listened to some new music, but this music is calming.&lt;br /&gt;How I wish I had video games to pass the time, that would be-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Day 99: FUCK! HOLY SHIT CRAP DAMMIT!&lt;br /&gt;A FIRE BROKE OUT LAST NIGHT! SCARED THE SHIT OUT OF ME AND I LOST HALF OF MY STUFF, I BURNT SOME OF MY LEG AND IT FUCKING HURTS SO MUCH. THE MEDICAL FACILITY IS RUINED SO I CAN’T DO FUCK ALL, MANAGED TO PUT THE FIRE OUT BUT FUCK.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Day 100: The fire was started by. I don’t know what exactly and I honestly don’t give a fuck. Maybe I left something on or there was a big solar flare, or maybe the government blew it up somehow on purpose. Fucking politics, I hate it. My mind has been off Charlie and Penny but I still love them. I wonder if we will be together again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Day 108: DO NOT THINK.&lt;br /&gt;FUCKING HELL I SHOULD NOT HAVE THOUGHT ABOUT ANYTHING.&lt;br /&gt;I HAVE DRIVEN MYSELF CRAZY DAMMIT… ALL OF THESE THOUGHTS BUILDING UP INSIDE ME.&lt;br /&gt;I GAVE UP ON TRYING TO BE HAPPY I GUESS. I JUST GAVE UP.&lt;br /&gt;THIS PLACE IS BETTER OFF WITHOUT ME. I’M GETTING AWAY FROM HERE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Desmond! Desmond man! What the fuck are you trying to do???”&lt;br /&gt;“Who let him out of the room? It’s been locked for months now!”&lt;br /&gt;“I DON’T KNOW BUT HE’S RUNNING AROUND SCREAMING LIKE A MAD MAN, IF HE KEEPS DOING THIS HE’S GONNA KILL US ALL!”&lt;br /&gt;“CALM DOWN. CALM DOWN EVERYONE!”&lt;br /&gt;“I’M SO SORRY GUYS! I thought it wouldn’t matter if he skipped his meds for a day or two. This is all my fault.”&lt;br /&gt;“No it’s not your fault. I’m sure we will be fine if we somehow calm him down. We only have to wait another 8 days until we are able to send him down, back home where he can be taken care of properly. Hang on… Guys, come in here and check this out, he left his diary.”&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6329502378203313014-8606412393422573603?l=abrightersideofsuffering.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abrightersideofsuffering.blogspot.com/feeds/8606412393422573603/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://abrightersideofsuffering.blogspot.com/2010/05/soul-survivor.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6329502378203313014/posts/default/8606412393422573603'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6329502378203313014/posts/default/8606412393422573603'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abrightersideofsuffering.blogspot.com/2010/05/soul-survivor.html' title='Soul Survivor'/><author><name>chrisgrz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08062171229435740589</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-IW4WSJTlI2E/Ta2XgP3FbCI/AAAAAAAAAHI/dFHslIrOvNQ/s220/206672_10150161284863691_650433690_6970045_2137541_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6329502378203313014.post-3307770332923293328</id><published>2010-05-23T19:23:00.000+09:30</published><updated>2010-05-23T19:23:48.702+09:30</updated><title type='text'>hurr</title><content type='html'>Where shall I begin. I'm going to start my drama review after this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, &lt;i&gt;World of Goo&lt;/i&gt; is a really fun game.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is irritating how some people take things too seriously. For example, I am hearing more and more about boys &amp; girls getting into arguments because they had to cancel plans and weren't able to see them. Love is a sensitive topic, and, well brings out emotions in people that they may now have shown before/do not show often. Fair enough, as it is one of those feelings. But still, just as one cannot see another, it doesn't need to erupt into a fight or anything. It's mainly the reason this stuff happens though - love. Now I am missing the feeling, more and more. Love is probably too strong - more like, or affection, or heck, even intimacy. Especially as I see more and more people become closer and such;&lt;br /&gt;Probably mainly as it is winter and well it's colder, and cuddles are awesome and everything, but recently I've actually seen way more people cuddle and stuff, quite a few. And personally I love cuddles, but haven't really in a while. And I'm not the kinda guy to just be like hey let's cuddle, out of the blue. But umm yeah, don't know where I was heading with that. This is why I tend to avoid the city or heavily crowded places aha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, two albums I've listened to quite a lot recently:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Blue Sky Noise&lt;/i&gt; - Circa Survive&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img width=200= src="http://static.global.ciscoeos.com/avatars/d6c/4bb/d6c4bb6545f9445654c5fe6130ecad28_6.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Broken Frames&lt;/i&gt; - Eyes Set to Kill&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/en/3/33/Estk-brokenframes.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They're both amazing. Definately ESTK's best album to-date.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;School is starting to take it's toll. It's mainly my fault for not doing my assignments on time. Always leave them until the last moment, usually. Don't know why, as usually I complain that I'm bored (not so much recently though) yet I don't do homework or read my book, dammit.&lt;br /&gt;Doesn't help that most nights my mum forces me to drive her to her ex's house just to see if he is home and isn't lying to her on the phone. Waste of fucking time. The OCD I get while driving doesn't make it anymore fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next few weeks I would love to have some people over, probably one or two at a time. Highly unlikely I'd be able to sleep anywhere else though. My mum doesn't want that, but she seems fine for me to go out and drive home at 2am :\ Weirdo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life is boring. I'm starting to sound like Hoban but it is. Same routine everyday. Add some drama, new revelations and news, and yeah. We pay him out by asking him if he is bored most of the time, but it kinda is. Oh well, only a few more months left of school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dunno what else to say. So I'll try to do my drama homework now, and then I'll either watch the LOST pilot again or play World of Goo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6329502378203313014-3307770332923293328?l=abrightersideofsuffering.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abrightersideofsuffering.blogspot.com/feeds/3307770332923293328/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://abrightersideofsuffering.blogspot.com/2010/05/hurr.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6329502378203313014/posts/default/3307770332923293328'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6329502378203313014/posts/default/3307770332923293328'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abrightersideofsuffering.blogspot.com/2010/05/hurr.html' title='hurr'/><author><name>chrisgrz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08062171229435740589</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-IW4WSJTlI2E/Ta2XgP3FbCI/AAAAAAAAAHI/dFHslIrOvNQ/s220/206672_10150161284863691_650433690_6970045_2137541_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6329502378203313014.post-6142836605414014609</id><published>2010-05-23T01:54:00.000+09:30</published><updated>2010-05-23T01:54:45.249+09:30</updated><title type='text'>like,</title><content type='html'>I was planning to log earlier tonight, after town. But it turns out I went to Tom's house so I didn't get a chance to. This one's gonna be quick, probably have a bigger one tomorrow or something, so ummmm yeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kieran's birthday picnic was cool, would have been wicked if I could've gotten there a little earlier but oh well. Some girl made actual blue waffles which I found awesome, we climbed the sex tree and did much more, but I can't be bothered writing anything else at it is almost 2am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One thing on my mind, though. Letting go.&lt;br /&gt;Some people just don't know when to let go. There are reasons for some people clinging onto things quite old, which are fair enough. But honestly there's no reason for normal people to continue clinging on to something which obviously isn't there anymore.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6329502378203313014-6142836605414014609?l=abrightersideofsuffering.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abrightersideofsuffering.blogspot.com/feeds/6142836605414014609/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://abrightersideofsuffering.blogspot.com/2010/05/like.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6329502378203313014/posts/default/6142836605414014609'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6329502378203313014/posts/default/6142836605414014609'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abrightersideofsuffering.blogspot.com/2010/05/like.html' title='like,'/><author><name>chrisgrz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08062171229435740589</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-IW4WSJTlI2E/Ta2XgP3FbCI/AAAAAAAAAHI/dFHslIrOvNQ/s220/206672_10150161284863691_650433690_6970045_2137541_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6329502378203313014.post-1124184499447061925</id><published>2010-05-17T21:16:00.001+09:30</published><updated>2010-05-17T21:16:26.755+09:30</updated><title type='text'>XKCD</title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://imgs.xkcd.com/comics/blogging.png"&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6329502378203313014-1124184499447061925?l=abrightersideofsuffering.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abrightersideofsuffering.blogspot.com/feeds/1124184499447061925/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://abrightersideofsuffering.blogspot.com/2010/05/xkcd.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6329502378203313014/posts/default/1124184499447061925'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6329502378203313014/posts/default/1124184499447061925'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abrightersideofsuffering.blogspot.com/2010/05/xkcd.html' title='XKCD'/><author><name>chrisgrz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08062171229435740589</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-IW4WSJTlI2E/Ta2XgP3FbCI/AAAAAAAAAHI/dFHslIrOvNQ/s220/206672_10150161284863691_650433690_6970045_2137541_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6329502378203313014.post-4792340667237606232</id><published>2010-05-15T11:45:00.001+09:30</published><updated>2010-05-15T11:47:20.109+09:30</updated><title type='text'>:D</title><content type='html'>I have no clue what to think about. I'm pretty confused, but i'll probably be fine after this post.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, first off, question meeeee!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.formspring.me/anonymooze"&gt;http://www.formspring.me/anonymooze&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This morning I was thinking like, uhh.&lt;br /&gt;The feeling of liking someone is pretty good actually, and being in a relationship is actually pretty shit. You part of your social life goes astray , depending on who your other is. As good as it feels it's probably like, your friends would most likely become upset, or be mad at you because they wouldn't be able to see you as much. But yeah.&lt;br /&gt;So at the moment I'm thinking relationship = bad, while crush or equivalent = good.&lt;br /&gt;I'm saying at the moment, because of, well I don't know. It's either school and shit, or because subconsciously I don't feel ready or something. Or maybe I've just been thinking too much into it, adding up pros and cons. But I will see what life decides to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oooo, the season 5 finale of Supernatural was last night. *This paragraph will contain spoilers*&lt;br /&gt;I got teary towards the end, as much as I felt like crying, I couldn't, I have no idea why. But it was extremely sad, and the moment when the light hits Lucifer's eye (in Sam's body), and then he looks at the car and like, Sam's life flashes past, and then Sam comes back. That whole scene is breathtaking. It was really sad, and when Cas and Bobby explode and get their neck snapped, respectively, is shocking as. Cas coming back from heaven and fixing Dean and Bobby is really good. And I can't believe Chuck was God the whole time. Like what the hell! Wasn't expecting that whatsoever. And then the final image is Sam staring at Dean and that girl and her son. Was this Lucifer, somehow back out of the cage? Was this actually Sam, and God brought him back? Season 6 should be awesome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This weekend, like, I thought it was Kieran's picnic, again, but it's actually next week, so I was like fuck now I don't have plans this weekend. Oh well. I guess I'll catch up on my Geography, I might be a little behind on that. And I'll actually do work. Open up the info I need and the massive document I have, and I'll slowly work on it. Plus it looks really pretty! Aha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pride and Prejudice and Zombies is really good, I might have to start it again, for some reason I can't remember much of what has happened. Damn school and all the noises!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am really tired of the city. All we do is walk around and sit and talk. There isn't much fun stuff we do anymore. Often there are fun things we do, and CTF and Flash Mobs are really good. But yeah. I'd rather just chill at someone's house, watch a movie, or show, or play games. Or even go to a park with heaps of people. Now &lt;i&gt;that&lt;/i&gt; would be awesome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6329502378203313014-4792340667237606232?l=abrightersideofsuffering.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abrightersideofsuffering.blogspot.com/feeds/4792340667237606232/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://abrightersideofsuffering.blogspot.com/2010/05/d.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6329502378203313014/posts/default/4792340667237606232'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6329502378203313014/posts/default/4792340667237606232'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abrightersideofsuffering.blogspot.com/2010/05/d.html' title=':D'/><author><name>chrisgrz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08062171229435740589</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-IW4WSJTlI2E/Ta2XgP3FbCI/AAAAAAAAAHI/dFHslIrOvNQ/s220/206672_10150161284863691_650433690_6970045_2137541_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6329502378203313014.post-4757784874099495282</id><published>2010-05-13T21:57:00.000+09:30</published><updated>2010-05-13T21:57:32.751+09:30</updated><title type='text'>airplanes</title><content type='html'>Homework is such a bitch. It's because I need more sleep.&lt;br /&gt;During school, I have a bit of energy and I do assignments, maybe not all that fast due to distractions, but most of the time I have a positive attitude towards them and like, am more motivated to do assignments then when I'm at home. At home I am just too tired to think really, I need a really good sleep, I'm barely getting sleep on weekends aswell, which is horrible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today for assembly, Josh, Pash, Garth, 2 year 11's, and I, sang. Senior vocal ensemble for the win. I was kinda nervous mainly last night and this morning. But I got over it fair quick, then after setting up I got a little nervous again just standing where we were meant to be later on, but I calmed myself down. Garth on the other hand was pretty nervous, and the things we said to him, didn't really help aha. When they called us up I was like shit, don't focus on any of the crowd. But my nerves were actually mainly gone, I was too focused on not screwing up (which I know I did once or twice). But people said they liked it and that it was good, so good job to us hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I should really try tagging my posts, it'll come in handy when referring to it for school, like for drama where we need to keep a journal for our rehersals, or for English where we have to write a letter to a year 11 and talk about year 12 and stuff. But meh I can't really be bothered.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finding new people to hang out with is a bitch. So I'm going to just let life, free will, do whatever and hopefully some good stuff will happen soon. Winter sucks being lonely, because it's all cold and all you want is cuddles! D:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hopefully soon I can blog properly, when I have time, can be bothered, and have lots of good stuff to write about, or just spill my mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, I'll probably upload some English assignment I've done, just because I can.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6329502378203313014-4757784874099495282?l=abrightersideofsuffering.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abrightersideofsuffering.blogspot.com/feeds/4757784874099495282/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://abrightersideofsuffering.blogspot.com/2010/05/airplanes.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6329502378203313014/posts/default/4757784874099495282'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6329502378203313014/posts/default/4757784874099495282'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abrightersideofsuffering.blogspot.com/2010/05/airplanes.html' title='airplanes'/><author><name>chrisgrz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08062171229435740589</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-IW4WSJTlI2E/Ta2XgP3FbCI/AAAAAAAAAHI/dFHslIrOvNQ/s220/206672_10150161284863691_650433690_6970045_2137541_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6329502378203313014.post-1911178146789299200</id><published>2010-05-11T21:31:00.000+09:30</published><updated>2010-05-11T21:31:15.138+09:30</updated><title type='text'>gonna</title><content type='html'>Properly blog later in the week, I don't have time and can't be fucked right now.&lt;br /&gt;But hey, the school got in the book I wanted for English; Pride and Prejudice and Zombies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life is a little boring now, it's mainly just all school and music stuff, blehhhhh.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6329502378203313014-1911178146789299200?l=abrightersideofsuffering.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abrightersideofsuffering.blogspot.com/feeds/1911178146789299200/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://abrightersideofsuffering.blogspot.com/2010/05/gonna.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6329502378203313014/posts/default/1911178146789299200'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6329502378203313014/posts/default/1911178146789299200'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abrightersideofsuffering.blogspot.com/2010/05/gonna.html' title='gonna'/><author><name>chrisgrz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08062171229435740589</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-IW4WSJTlI2E/Ta2XgP3FbCI/AAAAAAAAAHI/dFHslIrOvNQ/s220/206672_10150161284863691_650433690_6970045_2137541_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6329502378203313014.post-2730036598576820112</id><published>2010-05-08T16:36:00.001+09:30</published><updated>2010-05-08T16:36:29.581+09:30</updated><title type='text'>well.</title><content type='html'>Sometimes when I blog, to some people it will seem like I'm having a bitch, or am really sad, depressed, or angry. Or some other sort of negative emotion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While I may feel negative emotions towards situations or people, I don't feel sad at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like, right now I feel worthless for some reason, but I can still smile and don't let any sad overcome me. Like, I don't feel truly happy but I feel a little happy and not sad at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I'm sick of people on facebook going all sad over a particular small thing, or something equivalent.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6329502378203313014-2730036598576820112?l=abrightersideofsuffering.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abrightersideofsuffering.blogspot.com/feeds/2730036598576820112/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://abrightersideofsuffering.blogspot.com/2010/05/well.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6329502378203313014/posts/default/2730036598576820112'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6329502378203313014/posts/default/2730036598576820112'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abrightersideofsuffering.blogspot.com/2010/05/well.html' title='well.'/><author><name>chrisgrz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08062171229435740589</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-IW4WSJTlI2E/Ta2XgP3FbCI/AAAAAAAAAHI/dFHslIrOvNQ/s220/206672_10150161284863691_650433690_6970045_2137541_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6329502378203313014.post-6728668444196890840</id><published>2010-05-08T14:48:00.002+09:30</published><updated>2010-05-08T15:02:59.709+09:30</updated><title type='text'>i am a massive faggot please rape my face</title><content type='html'>The past few days have been quite different. Like, I've been thinking more about girls and like, afew more people I know have started to be in relationships. But some people are like, dickheads, yet they still get friendgirls and stuff. Seriously. No matter how much everyone hates a person, they still manage to get a girlfriend, even if their girlfriend knows everything they've done and how many people hate them. It's fucking bull. And also, I have noticed so many of my friends flirting with girls, multiple ones actually. I'm just like meh, they flirt back though which leaves everything else a teeny-bit awkward aha. But there are some which talk to a girl or multiple girls like all the time. Oh well, good for them.&lt;br /&gt;Oh, what annoys me so much is like, if there's a guy which a few girls like, and they flirt with the girl(s), but nothing further even happens. Even if it's clear they try to force it, and they're like nope. But the worst thing is those guys aren't players and stuff, they're just like oh I can't get over a girl I used to date quite a while ago, or even oh I don't want one because I'll get hurt but I'll be sad about it anyway.&lt;br /&gt;So uhh yeah, even though I probably don't care for a relationship at the moment, makes me feel shit how most of the people I know have someone they talk to alot and yeah. Anyways.&lt;br /&gt;Actually no. Well I reckon I wrote that because I'm a loner, basically&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I had a job, I'd try to get so many shifts. Just because I'd have something to do, rather than go like, anyone wanna go to the movies or something? All day on facebook.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Most of my friends organise shit with each other, but no-one does with me, or like none even inform me. While I do get along with them and we have fun when we're out, makes me feel unwanted when I find out everyone's in town.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't hold it against anyone anyways, but just sayin'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Probably just wrote this because I'm lonely, no-one wants to do anything, and I remembered some stuff I was meant to blog about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, but I reckon like.&lt;br /&gt;The person I probably would organise stuff with, is massively anti-social. Just because he's paranoid, because he thinks everyone judges him or something, not sure but yeah. Plus the only time I see him out of school is when his girlfriend is like I'm meeting him in town and then we're leaving, so come say hi, so yeah. I'd probably organise stuff with candidate number two (haha, plus, whoever gets this reference gets some of my love. But no-one will get it :P) but another of our friends organises stuff with him all the time, so there's no room for me I guess lol. The next two in line, both organise a lot of stuff with each-other, plus I can't contact one of them now anyway D:&lt;br /&gt;I could try to organise stuff with a few more people, and some of them I do know people will listen to them or ask them if they're in town or something. Oh well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND. In a few weeks I want like, heaps of people to go see a movie. I know it won't happen, even if I try to organise it, oh well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, flash mob was last night. It was pretty awesome, even though if a few things didn't go right on plan (they never do anyway). Then I got the bus home with Boadicea. One of the videos of flashmob was hilarious, we all walked past in the massive line thing, and Hoban walk past and he looks hell bored and bland, listening to music and walking funny. Fucking hilarious, I lol'd for agessss. Looking forward to the next one, though. Which should be a massive hide and seek in IKEA? Or a thing where heaps of people wear pyjamas and sleep in IKEA or some other big furniture shop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, PS.&lt;br /&gt;Even though I don't do anything wrong, people seem to think I'm a dick, or a douche. Like they get sick of me real quick or something. It's weird how like, people didn't hate me as much afew months ago when I was all like goatse! and blue waffle! and 2girls1cup! and all those shock sites. I also was going out much more. Now that I've actually stopped quite abit, people have also disliked me or not gone out with me as much. Is it because I'm boring without that shit? :\&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6329502378203313014-6728668444196890840?l=abrightersideofsuffering.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abrightersideofsuffering.blogspot.com/feeds/6728668444196890840/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://abrightersideofsuffering.blogspot.com/2010/05/i-am-massive-faggot-please-rape-my-face.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6329502378203313014/posts/default/6728668444196890840'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6329502378203313014/posts/default/6728668444196890840'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abrightersideofsuffering.blogspot.com/2010/05/i-am-massive-faggot-please-rape-my-face.html' title='i am a massive faggot please rape my face'/><author><name>chrisgrz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08062171229435740589</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-IW4WSJTlI2E/Ta2XgP3FbCI/AAAAAAAAAHI/dFHslIrOvNQ/s220/206672_10150161284863691_650433690_6970045_2137541_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6329502378203313014.post-2163630850596987581</id><published>2010-05-05T19:05:00.000+09:30</published><updated>2010-05-05T19:05:19.860+09:30</updated><title type='text'>ramblings.</title><content type='html'>I'm not going to complain at all this post. I'm going to vent, and write down what I think is lame, bullshit, etc, but I'm not gonna complain at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well it kinda sucks when like, you're friends with people and see them quite abit, but then more of your friends meet this person/group of people and then you don't see each other very much but they're always hangout out or talking to them. It's pretty shit because it makes you feel like, a loner. Or makes you think, have I been ditched because they've been saying shit about me? Maybe they've forgotten about me because I don't constantly try to talk to them. Maybe they never really liked me, or they just like this/these person/s better.&lt;br /&gt;Fuck, I was meant to see Rory after school again, to deliver my speech. Fuck!&lt;br /&gt;But anyway, maybe it's me being paranoid again or something, but I dunno. I'm not really targeting a specific group or people, but yeah. I'm sure everyone has been through this though, well almost everyone. Such as people who have been like, popular all their life, who got along well with all their teachers, who everyone liked and was always the leader of everything. Those people probably wouldn't care that much, just because like, yeah, you know what I mean.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not really gonna go all like, who wants to go out and stuff now, because when I do I have to ask quite a lot for people to go like, we're going out, we'll meet you, or something as such. I probably will on some days but like yeah. Dunno why, only a few people I know call me or tell me to go to town, and they're pretty cool. But everyone else is gay, aha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Matt and Joe were saying that they wanted to start a band, since Matt wanted to learn bass. Matt would be bass, Joe would be lead guitar, I would be secondary guitar, Arlen would sing. He said our only option for drums would be Rachele, but if Rach were drums it would be hard because that would mean she would see Arlen out of school more and Mickey would probably have to be there for some reason and they hate each other bla bla bla. Matt was being like yeah, but if he didn't want Rach to drum because Arlen's girlfriend hates her, then don't consider her? Plus the only good times for practice would be after school for various reasons. if the band were to happen I don't see any practicing getting done. Matt, Joe and Arlen together would be like. Well they wouldn't get much done. Mostly Joe and Matt mucking around, and when they're not it would be Joe and Arlen.&lt;br /&gt;I highly doubt anything is going to happen but Matt was really considering it, well, making a fuss out of it, so I shall see what progresses.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As for Battle of the Bands, not sure what's happening yet. Either tomorrow night or Friday night I'll talk to Rach and see whether she still wants to do it, and then start getting people to do it. I don't think Joe wants to do it, as I asked him and he seemed hesitant to agree, and he didn't even agree. I'm pretty sure he was like I dunno. But hopefully we should get a list of songs soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm trying not to let school stress me. Only thinking about assignments for one or two subjects, so not to overwhelm me. If I start to panic I just think, I don't give a shit about this I'll get it done, and it makes me feel better, which is always good. Once this Psychology essay is done (it better be in the next hour or two), I can properly concentrate on Geography. Right now music is in the back of my mind. For music tech it doesn't take long to do the assignments, and for music prac, I don't even know aha. I can take my time with English, but for the next two weeks we're reading a book and writing a summary on it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me and Hoban were talking about people bitching about friends, and how even good friends bitch about each other. I don't really do it, unless people bitch to me about a specific person, or this person does a really stupid thing which is extremely annoying, or yeah. but like yeah I forgot what I was going to say, again, lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was talking to Penny after school. She told me some stuff that happened in the holidays which I wasn't aware of. It makes me feel okay that like, I don't have to deal with their problems and everything, but it makes me feel like a shit friend by not sorting it out. Like, it'd be nice if something someone does, stopped, and they weren't such a sociopath, along with some of one's friends, but hey. I would try to stop it if they told me about it, or I was there when it happened. Oh well aha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright, now I'm gonna work super hard on my psychology and have it done by 9:30, so I can then watch the new episode of LOST!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6329502378203313014-2163630850596987581?l=abrightersideofsuffering.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abrightersideofsuffering.blogspot.com/feeds/2163630850596987581/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://abrightersideofsuffering.blogspot.com/2010/05/ramblings.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6329502378203313014/posts/default/2163630850596987581'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6329502378203313014/posts/default/2163630850596987581'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abrightersideofsuffering.blogspot.com/2010/05/ramblings.html' title='ramblings.'/><author><name>chrisgrz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08062171229435740589</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-IW4WSJTlI2E/Ta2XgP3FbCI/AAAAAAAAAHI/dFHslIrOvNQ/s220/206672_10150161284863691_650433690_6970045_2137541_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6329502378203313014.post-134671675636164448</id><published>2010-05-01T00:04:00.000+09:30</published><updated>2010-05-01T00:04:32.480+09:30</updated><title type='text'>FOR YOUR WEALTH.</title><content type='html'>Disregard what I said in my last blog, I don't think it'll work.&lt;br /&gt;I'll try and be a little more reserved, and occasionally I'll figure out who/what people's interactions are, but I'm not gonna waste my time trying to figure everything out @_@&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I was saying to someone before, lonely is okay but it always seems like there's something missing. Figuratively, of course. More like there's a missing feeling, but that's pretty obvious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WE'RE FOR YOUR HEALTH&lt;br /&gt;AND WE'RE A BAND&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FOUR FUCKING YEARS&lt;br /&gt;BUY OUR SHIRTS&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6329502378203313014-134671675636164448?l=abrightersideofsuffering.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abrightersideofsuffering.blogspot.com/feeds/134671675636164448/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://abrightersideofsuffering.blogspot.com/2010/05/for-your-wealth.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6329502378203313014/posts/default/134671675636164448'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6329502378203313014/posts/default/134671675636164448'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abrightersideofsuffering.blogspot.com/2010/05/for-your-wealth.html' title='FOR YOUR WEALTH.'/><author><name>chrisgrz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08062171229435740589</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-IW4WSJTlI2E/Ta2XgP3FbCI/AAAAAAAAAHI/dFHslIrOvNQ/s220/206672_10150161284863691_650433690_6970045_2137541_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6329502378203313014.post-5298489681149004090</id><published>2010-04-29T18:31:00.000+09:30</published><updated>2010-04-29T18:31:09.814+09:30</updated><title type='text'>Catch-22</title><content type='html'>Life is so boring at the moment, there's just nothing much to do, it's all the same thing really.&lt;br /&gt;It's not that there isn't much to do, but I can't really do much because of school and because I'm under 18.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm basically gonna take a step back at life and observe how things go for a little while. Meaning like, go out when I'm invited out, don't talk as much but like, observe what others are doing and everything. I honestly have no idea why I'm gonna do this. Probably because I'm bored and want to think about lots for some reason. This will give me a chance to well, see how friends act in a bigger group, who they decide to hug first, talk to the most, pay attention to the most, and how they act with different people around.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I probably won't be doing this for a long time, I'm just sick of the repetitiveness of life, so for me it makes sense to take a rest from everything and being way more analytical.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While I'm at it I'll try to do new things, probably do some hands-on stuff in the yard or something practical for a chance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This doesn't mean I'll be like, you know, the quiet guy who is everyone and stuff. I'll still try to like uhh, be out there, like, well talk to people I guess.&lt;br /&gt;But this will only be for a short time, since I don't see anything major happening in the next few weeks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6329502378203313014-5298489681149004090?l=abrightersideofsuffering.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abrightersideofsuffering.blogspot.com/feeds/5298489681149004090/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://abrightersideofsuffering.blogspot.com/2010/04/catch-22.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6329502378203313014/posts/default/5298489681149004090'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6329502378203313014/posts/default/5298489681149004090'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abrightersideofsuffering.blogspot.com/2010/04/catch-22.html' title='Catch-22'/><author><name>chrisgrz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08062171229435740589</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-IW4WSJTlI2E/Ta2XgP3FbCI/AAAAAAAAAHI/dFHslIrOvNQ/s220/206672_10150161284863691_650433690_6970045_2137541_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6329502378203313014.post-6525049402221181097</id><published>2010-04-27T17:58:00.000+09:30</published><updated>2010-04-27T17:58:37.372+09:30</updated><title type='text'>rant/thought/etc</title><content type='html'>I don't know where to start, again.&lt;br /&gt;I'll start with people, well people being sad.&lt;br /&gt;Not really sad, but posting stuff and telling everyone they feel sad and yeah, well they imply it. On facebook now, there are quite a lot of people complaining about the opposite sex, some reasons are fairly genuine but most are just a waste. It's not just about the opposite sex, like it's more broader than that but yeah. Like, they're complaining about the little things, and are getting pissy over something tiny, and it is really annoying. There are one or two people that I have added which I know post many things for attention, but I don't really anything to them, but other people are getting sad over the smallest or stupidest things. Like hey, it's something tiny so there is no reason for you to get upset over it, considering what you already have you shouldn't do that. I'm not targeting anyone in particular, but yeah. Again, I don't mean everything which is posted like that is shit, like if your relationship is being fucked over, or something fairly serious, but having a cry over a boy/girl or a small fight, especially when it has nothing to do with you is just shit. And there are many more people out there with more problems, or more serious ones anyway, which need help or there are people which are really depressed, and they don't say much. Like they may post some sad statuses. But atleast they're all not like "I cAn'T bElIeVe YoU dId ThAt (i'm getting tired of writing like a retard), they're a slut why are you doing this, it's not fair I never get picked" etc etc. Many of them have meaning, heck, they may not even post any even though they feel shit. But yeah kinda trailing off now, just my little rant.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I walked to Arlen's tram stop after school because music got cancelled. We had a kinda deep talk (well as deep as you could go in a public place while walking). It got me thinking. One of the things we talked about was how quick life goes past. I didn't think of this until I departed to my bus stop, and was on the bus home but yeah. He said apparently when you're married life goes past heaps quickly, and it does from your mid-20's until you're 40 or so. And how he looks at himself and sees that he is sixteen (sexteen lol) and so many years have gone past, so yeah.&lt;br /&gt;That's not really the case. As what, you don't remember much as a kid, and you're in education facilities most of your life until year 12/uni. It is actually a long time which passes, but looking back it doesn't seem that long, why? It might start to seem long after thinking long and hard about everything you have done in those years, and working out time differences if you want, but just thinking about it you don't think of many things so yeah. &lt;br /&gt;Not sure about getting older though. When you're married sure, since your life would probably be stable, like you wouldn't do as many things as you would being single, or even just dating.&lt;br /&gt;I have lost track of what else I was going to write, I can't be bothered with that, but what I will say is this:&lt;br /&gt;I probably won't accomplish everything I want to do with my life, and not many people will. Lives are filled with too much drama ot do anything for a start. No matter what you do you can't get away from it. And also not many people do things they want because it might take up a lot of time and probably money.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm actually going to do my English homework and Geography homework now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6329502378203313014-6525049402221181097?l=abrightersideofsuffering.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abrightersideofsuffering.blogspot.com/feeds/6525049402221181097/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://abrightersideofsuffering.blogspot.com/2010/04/rantthoughtetc.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6329502378203313014/posts/default/6525049402221181097'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6329502378203313014/posts/default/6525049402221181097'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abrightersideofsuffering.blogspot.com/2010/04/rantthoughtetc.html' title='rant/thought/etc'/><author><name>chrisgrz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08062171229435740589</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-IW4WSJTlI2E/Ta2XgP3FbCI/AAAAAAAAAHI/dFHslIrOvNQ/s220/206672_10150161284863691_650433690_6970045_2137541_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6329502378203313014.post-2019090715925519269</id><published>2010-04-26T00:39:00.000+09:30</published><updated>2010-04-26T00:39:29.657+09:30</updated><title type='text'>16</title><content type='html'>Several posts back I mentioned that I wanted to cut back on me being, well, gross I guess. I am well on my way to achieving that goal I reckon. I said that I'd like to be able to not say goatse every few minutes. This has stopped and now whenever I type out 'goatse', I don't see it as a normal word anymore aswell, which is great. The last time I properly went on a shock site was at my gath, which was before I said I wanted to try stop anyway. I went on once, the first day at school, because Dan kept talking about it and I had my laptop so I just went on it, only for a few seconds though.&lt;br /&gt;This is both good and bad. When people used a word to associate me with something, they'd say goatse or something, even though some people might still say it, other people probably won't and hey, some of my uniqueness is gone. But atleast I don't flinch at every single thing. Except for spiders, that is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I enjoy receiving random texts from Khoa, like, I am just sitting down, or driving, or walking or something, and I just get a text from Khoa saying some random/funny shit. I love him haha. Haven't seen him since he moved to Melb though, which has been like, 1 1/2 years? Damn, that's a pretty long time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I haven't actually mentioned anything about my birthday so far. Like my actual birthday, not my gath. It was on the 11th of this month, I turned seventeen. I got $100 from one of my godparents I think? Or auntie, I don't know lol. And then after my birthday I got $50 from my mum's friend. $150 all up, which sucked. Mum didn't even get me an acoustic guitar, which I said I wanted. Fuckin' balls, man. Oh well! The day was shithouse though. Drove mum around, went to town while she was at her friends', then I picked her up and yeah, oh went to her friend's son's 21st. It was the worst 21st I've been to, in a hall with little kids screaming around, having a dodgy sound system and music too. Oh, Bo got me chocolate and made me a badge, that was nice of her haha! But uhh yeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One last thing, before I call it a night. I just checked my blog and well, it doesn't look very good. I want a colourful one! So probably tomorrow morning I'll start changing it around and stuff, make it look way better haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm pretty drowsy so, goodnight! &lt;3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6329502378203313014-2019090715925519269?l=abrightersideofsuffering.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abrightersideofsuffering.blogspot.com/feeds/2019090715925519269/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://abrightersideofsuffering.blogspot.com/2010/04/16.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6329502378203313014/posts/default/2019090715925519269'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6329502378203313014/posts/default/2019090715925519269'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abrightersideofsuffering.blogspot.com/2010/04/16.html' title='16'/><author><name>chrisgrz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08062171229435740589</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-IW4WSJTlI2E/Ta2XgP3FbCI/AAAAAAAAAHI/dFHslIrOvNQ/s220/206672_10150161284863691_650433690_6970045_2137541_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6329502378203313014.post-6040059342810907598</id><published>2010-04-26T00:19:00.000+09:30</published><updated>2010-04-26T00:19:07.359+09:30</updated><title type='text'>23</title><content type='html'>Finally, a time to blog.&lt;br /&gt;I kinda have alot to talk about, whether or not I retain everything I want to write about before I actually do, is another matter, but anyway...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First week of school wasn't as bad as I thought it would be.&lt;br /&gt;Setting the alarm for 6:50 am helped quite alot from last term, as it would be set at 7 and for some reason I'd just stay in bed for 15 - 20 minutes. Now I'm getting up right away, give afew minutes and have a shower.&lt;br /&gt;I've also been getting my usual bus now, which is better than missing it 2 - 3 days a week like I used to. It's amazing what 10 minutes can do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I blog really good when, well when I feel really shitty or really good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's interesting to see how I've changed the past few years.&lt;br /&gt;Like, when I was 12 or something, I used to be like, oh my life is horrible, kill me, I did stupid things and shit, and if I were someone else I'd be going like, you're an annoying kid blablabla. But hey I didn't have myspace or anything back then, so atleast it wasn't as bad as it could've been haha.&lt;br /&gt;Then I started being more relaxed and not as extreme. This was probably the point where I started to get out more, I did bitch alot but I gained social skills and yeah.&lt;br /&gt;I was still a little shy, and yeah still a pessimist, had cries over the littlest thing and yeah.&lt;br /&gt;Awhile later like, I did grow up abit, but I was still pretty emotional about shit.&lt;br /&gt;I started blogging sometime after this, and I don't remember my first posts because like, I blogged on myspace, then I got hacked &gt;_&gt; and they deleted all of my posts, along with like everything else aha. But yeah mainly my blogs were me bitching about others, mainly family but yeah. There was quite alot of drama in my blog, mainly from me over-reacting to quite a lot of things, but nonetheless I was still a bitch.&lt;br /&gt;But hey, atleast those posts were like, filled with emotion. Sure many people would have found them annoying, but there were some people who told me they enjoyed reading my blogs and I was like oh thank you, well quite obviously haha. One or two said it was because of the way I wrote everything, some said it was because of the emotion. And as I said before, it may have seemed like I was over-reacting at the time, but I didn't think so.&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, now what I blog about is just, it's partly to figure myself out, partly because it helps me get my feelings out and makes me feel better, and partly because it helps me contemplate life and figure out behaviour and stuff, a little more complicated but that will do for nowww. Sure, I'll miss my emotional blogs but eh, I'd rather this lol, but at times I do like, get kinda shitty and blog, it'll probably really short and you can tell I'm sad/pissed.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6329502378203313014-6040059342810907598?l=abrightersideofsuffering.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abrightersideofsuffering.blogspot.com/feeds/6040059342810907598/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://abrightersideofsuffering.blogspot.com/2010/04/23.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6329502378203313014/posts/default/6040059342810907598'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6329502378203313014/posts/default/6040059342810907598'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abrightersideofsuffering.blogspot.com/2010/04/23.html' title='23'/><author><name>chrisgrz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08062171229435740589</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-IW4WSJTlI2E/Ta2XgP3FbCI/AAAAAAAAAHI/dFHslIrOvNQ/s220/206672_10150161284863691_650433690_6970045_2137541_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6329502378203313014.post-41883799448174492</id><published>2010-04-16T22:14:00.003+09:30</published><updated>2010-04-16T22:26:57.541+09:30</updated><title type='text'>more personal~</title><content type='html'>Where do I start, I think this will be my last blog for tonight, as I'm downloading new supernatural so I can watch that, then I might write some more music for Joshhhhh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, the past week I've been looking at more space stuff and reading alot about it, and I had the biggest FML ever. Well, I thought "Why am I even doing music?" Like, I enjoy playing and singing, and like setting stuff up and editing is also enjoyable. But what I find more enjoyable for me is space. I've been thinking about possible future career paths, again. And well, I'll probably study music technology in TAFE, and after a year or two do it in Uni for a few years. Then (hopefully) join a touring company and set stuff up for bands, be a roadie! Haha. Unlikely that I will be in a proper band, as much as I would like that to happen, let alone a successful band. But it would suck if I were just a producer, it would actually be really lame. So let's just see where stuff takes me. Then I was thinking like, I could do astronomy as a hobby, like, there's a planetarium in Mawson Lakes and they do tours and I think there's a Uni or TAFE course thing there, so I'd like to join up there or something eventually.&lt;br /&gt;BUT.&lt;br /&gt;If they didn't offer Astronomy to only one Physics class, and anyone could do it, I would've definitely done it. Maybe now I could be like, well I love astronomy so I'll have a band or something as a hobby, complete opposite of what I'm thinking now hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But sometime soon I'd love to go to someone's house, or even have a few people over and like we just go star-gazing, I reckon it'd be amazing. Not sure about now, since it's nearing Winer so the sky would be cloudy more often. But the good thing about Winter is that the sky is s bright as it can get for us on Earth which is good. And I think in the Winter months we can see the Andromeda galaxy (closest galaxy to us) and I'm pretty sure the Orion Nebula is visible. Winter's also good because you can go out and have really warm quilts and snuggle up. Now I either need a telescope, or need to find a friend with one lol. Spring is really good for star gazing, and in Summer we can see really far object clearly, but then again we need a telescope.&lt;br /&gt;Oh BTW, also with the astronomy stuff. Me being a roadie or some random music dude isn't really doing to change anything, but atleast if I'm an astronomer, I can help map stuff out and search for even more stuff. Sure I'm not helping build any electronics or hardware, but oh well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;More and more people that I know are getting into relationships, which is good. Sure, it means less single friends to hang out with, but hey as long and they're happy. Like, now I see couples playing around and stuff, and instead of feeling bad going aw lucky, etc, like how I used to, now like I do kinda feel shit, but pile more happy thoughts ontop of that also. Like I go aww, how cute, or wow, they look really happy, or I remember times like those, and stuff aswell. Which is like yeah better than thinking all pessimistic. But I was thinking and like, hard to explain, but in some circumstances, I'd sacrifice say like, something, if it meant someone else would be happy. I don't even know how I phrased those words like that, since I don't want to contradict myself at any point. But yeah I'd rather see all my friends happy and me be all like eh, than make one or more persons sad for the sake of myself. Like I distanced myself from my emotions for a little while, but lately I've learnt to come back to them, I mean like distance myself less from them so I become normal again. I mean this isn't all the time, but like when I'm alone just thinking, I can feel shit and then just stop myself and yeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And awhile back I wrote about trying to find a woman-friend, or friendgirl, and I had literally no luck. So a few weeks back I thought to myself Chris just stop. You'll find someone but you want to find one quick and that's definitely not gonna happen. So well, I have hope but yeah, I'm not well giving up but just giving up trying, because me getting to meet more people isn't going to happen, not anytime soon anyways.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the way, add my tumblr: &lt;a href="http://timesoldroman.tumblr.com/"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And ask me a question on formspringgg! which is kinda lame but it is enjoyable when people comment you, or I troll others. &lt;a href="http://www.formspring.me/anonymooze"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And you know what, I'm gonna have a blog post dedicated to well my sites.&lt;br /&gt;So sites like well obviously facebook, tumblr, twitter, explosm, youtube, ug and everything.&lt;br /&gt;Sometime&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6329502378203313014-41883799448174492?l=abrightersideofsuffering.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abrightersideofsuffering.blogspot.com/feeds/41883799448174492/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://abrightersideofsuffering.blogspot.com/2010/04/more-personal.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6329502378203313014/posts/default/41883799448174492'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6329502378203313014/posts/default/41883799448174492'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abrightersideofsuffering.blogspot.com/2010/04/more-personal.html' title='more personal~'/><author><name>chrisgrz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08062171229435740589</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-IW4WSJTlI2E/Ta2XgP3FbCI/AAAAAAAAAHI/dFHslIrOvNQ/s220/206672_10150161284863691_650433690_6970045_2137541_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6329502378203313014.post-5633125324013623369</id><published>2010-04-16T21:38:00.000+09:30</published><updated>2010-04-16T21:38:03.377+09:30</updated><title type='text'>4</title><content type='html'>Today I finally got out of the house. The wind was a real bitch, so my hair was like blergh, but oh well. Missed my first bus as usual, so I got the bus to paradise and saw Dan there. He went to some girl's place (and they're now dating, good for them) and I went to town. Met up with Ella and stuff in town, waited for Michael. Finally saw him, he was wearing a top, jeans, and thongs. We were like what the fuck! And I told him if you think it's going to be hot, to wear shorts atleast as that is the most logical thing to do. But as he said, "he's a doong". We went to the Botanicals and met up with people going to Tom and Jonow's picnic. I finally saw Kieran, like after aaaagggeeessssss, and saw alot of cool people too. It was alright but fairly boring, and there was this guy like, all by himself. He brought a picnic rug and food and stuff, and he sat there by himself. I think he was with people that were there earlier, but he stayed and they left, but I felt really bad. Dan said we should talk to him and I was like I kinda want to but we will later, because like we were going to go out for a little. There were a few couples there and most seemed happy, and Gaia and Greg were like all over each other ahahah. But yeah it was alright, not the best as like, mostly we just sat down not doing anything, so it could have been better. I took Nganga's thongs like, 3 or 4 times, and one time Kieran put one of them in a tree that he climbed, but he got them back. Dan, Mike and I went to the hospital and had some cold water, then walked to the mall. There were quite alot of holiday scenes there. It was pretty damn crowded, too. We looked for earphones for me, I think I'll get a pair of ultimate ears on Monday, as long as the reviews don't fail me. Then we went to EB since Dan thought Angus was there, then we walked around and then left.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Luckily I don't go to town that often anymore. Luckily I haven't been in during the holidays at all (well I was in last Sunday, but only for an hour tops, and I was barely in the mall). Holiday sceneies take up heaps of space, and it's all a waste. Like I have no idea why they even exist. You walk past a group and most of them stare at you, and they're taking spots like in emo park, outside HJ's, outside Cibo, and probably heaps of other places aswell.&lt;br /&gt;Why would you only dress up like that during the holidays? I hope they realise that they get payed out for it and stuff. There's really no point in my going on about them, yeah they're annoying and there's no point in them doing the stuff they're doing, but meh I'll let them be. I seem like an idiot ranting about them.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6329502378203313014-5633125324013623369?l=abrightersideofsuffering.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abrightersideofsuffering.blogspot.com/feeds/5633125324013623369/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://abrightersideofsuffering.blogspot.com/2010/04/4.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6329502378203313014/posts/default/5633125324013623369'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6329502378203313014/posts/default/5633125324013623369'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abrightersideofsuffering.blogspot.com/2010/04/4.html' title='4'/><author><name>chrisgrz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08062171229435740589</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-IW4WSJTlI2E/Ta2XgP3FbCI/AAAAAAAAAHI/dFHslIrOvNQ/s220/206672_10150161284863691_650433690_6970045_2137541_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6329502378203313014.post-4286411892747363762</id><published>2010-04-16T19:40:00.000+09:30</published><updated>2010-04-16T19:40:16.695+09:30</updated><title type='text'>damn tweens.</title><content type='html'>I'll probably be posting a few blogs tonight, because I'm not sure what I want to write, well how much, anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First I'll talk about something Dan, Mike and I briefly talked about in town. Basically Dan saw some year 8 kid from our school, he was wog, and he said that was one of the kids he punched in the face last Friday, because he was with a group of people who started with Dan and a group of others. This let me to the point about strictness and stuff.&lt;br /&gt;Like, so many kids now who are pretty young (i.e tweens), are really derro and gross and well, rude if anything. Oh and they usually think they're top shit. I remember when I was in year 8 I didn't go out too much, saw friends a lot but yeah. Now there are kids who are just starting high school who like smoke, drink heaps, quite a few sleep around now and they try so hard, honestly.&lt;br /&gt;Plus when me and most others were that age we didn't really talk to kids quite older than us, and when we did we didn't threaten them or try to act better than them and stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm guessing it's partly parents' fault. Not entirely but yeah.&lt;br /&gt;Like, so many people (including myself) complain about parentals being too strict, but then again we're not twelve.&lt;br /&gt;Parents who are like, alright do whatever, basically allow their kids to do heaps of shit. I know that sounds obvious, but like they'd go out most nights and hang with their friends, who&lt;br /&gt;It's mainly their friends, like many of them hang out with older kids which is really lame of them to (the older kids, I mean), but then they're exposed to drugs and sex and shit so much more quicker and effectively, mainly because of peer pressure. Like "oh hey have a smoke" "nah" -everyone "COME ONNN" "alrighty". Same things go for drugs and drinking really. Sex is  different matter. Well mainly since at their age their hormones are raging so yeah, but their older friends would talk more about sex and shit so yeah.&lt;br /&gt;If they weren't exposed to that stuff as much, they'd have a more uhh, not as out there personlity, so yeah damn parents ahah.&lt;br /&gt;I think that it's alright if parents are strict until they're say, 14 or so. But they should start loosening up a little earlier than that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's not for me to basically say like, what parents should be doing and stuff, but this is my point of view.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's also a point against me which would be like, if we're all gonna die, then why would we wanna waste an extra few years of teenage life? Mainly since they're young(er), their bodies wouldn't handle drugs and alcohol (wait, alcohol is a drug, wha-) as well as someone more matured. Like have you seen the tweens these days??? Like 13 year olds look 9 or 10, seriously. Today Matt had to like babysit kinda, his brother or something, he was twelve but he looked 10. Maybe even 9, like they are so short and not as big and stuff. Fucking weird as. But anyway they  they'd be losing a few years of their lives by doing drugs and shit at a young age. This isn't all tweens by the way, but most of them that I see are like that, and the female tweens are the same, except they dress mega slutty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm gonna head off for a drive now, but I'll be back soon.&lt;br /&gt;Seeya blog, ily.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6329502378203313014-4286411892747363762?l=abrightersideofsuffering.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abrightersideofsuffering.blogspot.com/feeds/4286411892747363762/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://abrightersideofsuffering.blogspot.com/2010/04/damn-tweens.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6329502378203313014/posts/default/4286411892747363762'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6329502378203313014/posts/default/4286411892747363762'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abrightersideofsuffering.blogspot.com/2010/04/damn-tweens.html' title='damn tweens.'/><author><name>chrisgrz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08062171229435740589</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-IW4WSJTlI2E/Ta2XgP3FbCI/AAAAAAAAAHI/dFHslIrOvNQ/s220/206672_10150161284863691_650433690_6970045_2137541_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6329502378203313014.post-8385767499598989321</id><published>2010-04-12T12:52:00.000+09:30</published><updated>2010-04-12T12:52:24.929+09:30</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>the past two or three days i've felt pretty shitty,&lt;br /&gt;but i laugh at myself and just keep thinking that i'm happy, so even though my brain is like t4irg9jofbvnwrt4ogutfv, like yeah, aha.&lt;br /&gt;but if afew people piss me off, i'll go berserk.&lt;br /&gt;i'll probably blog about life and such later this week&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6329502378203313014-8385767499598989321?l=abrightersideofsuffering.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abrightersideofsuffering.blogspot.com/feeds/8385767499598989321/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://abrightersideofsuffering.blogspot.com/2010/04/past-two-or-three-days-ive-felt-pretty.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6329502378203313014/posts/default/8385767499598989321'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6329502378203313014/posts/default/8385767499598989321'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abrightersideofsuffering.blogspot.com/2010/04/past-two-or-three-days-ive-felt-pretty.html' title=''/><author><name>chrisgrz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08062171229435740589</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-IW4WSJTlI2E/Ta2XgP3FbCI/AAAAAAAAAHI/dFHslIrOvNQ/s220/206672_10150161284863691_650433690_6970045_2137541_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6329502378203313014.post-6843811377429326343</id><published>2010-04-08T16:31:00.000+09:30</published><updated>2010-04-08T16:31:28.185+09:30</updated><title type='text'>now for my thoughtsssss</title><content type='html'>First thing, last night me and dan showed mikki goatse, goatsemarathon, mylazysundays, thepounder, and then emmy and afew others later on. That stuff is pretty funny for us, but also kinda gross for others. So i'm going to try to stop showing people that stuff. Like, if I find a new shock site which is plain funny or new or disturbing, like, one which really stands out, then I'll show afew close friends which I know will find it amusing or something, but i'll try to stop showing others not as close to me since I won't know their reactions, plus yeah it portrays that i'm a gross kinda person, while it may seem like I am, I just do it because I think it's funny and stuff, now i'm gonna start thinking of others more. Not that I didn't think of others before, but I mean in different ways I guess, I can't really think of the word right now so i'll just let that be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And yeah same goes with mooning and stuff. Did it quite abit last night but then again, i'll try not to do it as much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fronds! :D &lt;img src="http://alachia.com/this/fronds.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And with the cuddles bit in my last blog, like, I haven't cuddled anyone in fucking ages. I forgot the feeling, but I think it makes people happy, and makes them feel safe and secure etc. So I'll try to cuddle people more :D It's truly an amazing experience.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh when I was like blogging I guess, well putting my thoughts out there in bed last night (sounds kinda suss), and one was about Lost. It was really just about the last episode, apart from me explaining to Joe some of the story and backstory behind the episode and previous episodes, I thought it was pretty good. Like, I was just saying in the sideways world timeline, when Charlie chokes on his heroin bag when they're flying over the island, before he got revived, he actually had a vision, of Clare. In the original timeline him and Clare were so in love, and he was like a father to her newborn babby, and in the sideways world, since the plane doesn't crash, he has a vision of Clare and their baby, Aaron, and he told Desmond that he could feel the love and it was amazing and such, and even though he was poor and stuff, he still didn't care since he had felt that love. And through the sideways world he is trying to OD or come close to death, as he said he was meant to die, but yeah. Desmond experienced this also, and I'm pretty sure that now in the sideways world, instead of being addicted to heroin, Charlie is addicted to love and is trying to come close to death to experience that too. I thought this was really damn creative of the writers. So to the people who think Lost is shit and doesn't make sense, this shows how creative the writers are. Once Lost is finished, I'll have experienced an amazing journey while other people miss out aha :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had other stuff to say, but I can't think properly and see right, damn lack of sleep lol. And I feel pretty hungry for some reason, probably since I haven't eaten properly in over a day.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6329502378203313014-6843811377429326343?l=abrightersideofsuffering.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abrightersideofsuffering.blogspot.com/feeds/6843811377429326343/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://abrightersideofsuffering.blogspot.com/2010/04/now-for-my-thoughtsssss.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6329502378203313014/posts/default/6843811377429326343'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6329502378203313014/posts/default/6843811377429326343'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abrightersideofsuffering.blogspot.com/2010/04/now-for-my-thoughtsssss.html' title='now for my thoughtsssss'/><author><name>chrisgrz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08062171229435740589</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-IW4WSJTlI2E/Ta2XgP3FbCI/AAAAAAAAAHI/dFHslIrOvNQ/s220/206672_10150161284863691_650433690_6970045_2137541_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6329502378203313014.post-9125405263260064250</id><published>2010-04-08T16:05:00.001+09:30</published><updated>2010-04-08T16:38:07.825+09:30</updated><title type='text'>last night/thoughts</title><content type='html'>i'm gonna split this up into two blogs.&lt;br /&gt;this one will be what happened last night, the next one will be some thought i've had and stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so last night i had a gath thingo.&lt;br /&gt;joe was meant to come around at like 4 and help set up, but he stayed in town and went home with matt for some reason, so i got dan to come over and help me, we picked up mikki from ttp at around 6 and when we got back went to coles to get some chips and stuff. picked up joe on the way as he and matt were walking down, matt went and did a poo at mine and stayed there till we got back. in coles, joe went on a rocking horse mecha thingo, might upload the video later, and mikki got on my shoulders since she's so short. we got back to mine, was pretty boring since there was only 5 of us but yeah, bo came next and then hannah and catheryn arrived and brought 3 randoms, oliver, some guy, and rach. pretty rude considering they didnt tell me they were bringing them and stuff but yeah.&lt;br /&gt;hannah and kitti were already drunk, rach then got drunk too. matt was tipsy, i was kinda but barely, although apparently people said i was drunk, and i was nowhere near it. we went on chatroulette, mooned people, showed them nipples, and we had the cam on my boob and i was rubbing my nipple and holding it and stuff, this old man we were connected to was kissing the camera, licking his lips, then i showed him my bum, pulled my underwear up so it looked like a thong, and was like licking the camera and shit, and then i pretended to finger myself by rubbing my finger up and down my bumcrack, then we pointed the camera at me and matt but i dont think he seemed to care which was kinda scary, funny nonetheless. later on kitti was hooking up with that random guy, and then she was making out with oliver on the grass later on. she was saying shit about hannah which wasn't true and was acting the most hypo, then emmy came! dan and stuff were throwing tomatoes at houses and came back, half the people were just chilling inside or out front, we were at the computer in the shed showing gross stuff to emmy and mikki and stuff haha. after we stopped, two cops came around. they said they've had noise complants, which was funny since we couldn't even hear the music on the footpath, but then they had a report of bottles being smashed/thrown. we said we sent the girl home since she was too drunk, so they were like that's okay but you'll have to turn the music off and if we have to come down again you'll get a fine, which is weird because sometimes cops have come around to houses two or three times before saying that. but yeah we turned the music off, most people stayed inside, people were playing halo or just talking and it was alright. joe and mikki were laying on the sofa cuddling and i was like naww, looked really cute, then i was like man i miss cuddling. i started to feel a little down because like i was a loner and i was like man they look happy and stuff, but yeah i had a little think, then i decided to go see hannah because she was alone in the shed playing pokemon. i went down there and brought her a jumper since i'm a gentleman like that. we kinda had a dnm which was really nice, then i went up and emmy decided to go. oliver and rach were out the front with hannah waiting for the cab, that other random which i forgot his name, left afew hours earlier, but i waited with them for their cab. rach needs to give me my twloha wristband back ahah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this was just after the cops came, people were going through the fridge at the back, where the beer and other alco was, someone got a cruiser out, hannah had it and i was like don't take another one they're my mums she'll get fucking angry so she was like ok. i found some more empty bottles of cruisers and was like wtf? turns out kitti was taking them, dan and josh were like put them back they're chris' mums but she like ran off with some bottles, which was fucking stupid. just a rant, kitti was taking random stuff she saw, running round with it or throwing it around, made heaps of bottles fall off the tables and shit, and was being annoying. like, the main reason i didn't want her to come was because i had thought justin was coming with steph, so i said i'd rather them two than you. she was like this is pretty mean so i was like sorry but yeah, and i also thought that she wouldn't drink too much, like when i've seen her drinking she was reall hypo and did crazy shit, but i was hoping she wouldn't be like that as my mum was home. it was pretty annoying but i didn't really complain. but she just took cruisers out, gave them to people or drank them even after people said no to her. my mum was pretty fucking mad at that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me, joe and mikki were meant to sleep in my room. i was like hannah please come in because i dont want to be stuck with them two spooning and shit all night, but she was like nah i dunno. kitti and josh went to the spare room, josh was so tired and drunk and stuff so he was mega tired obv and wanted to sleep, they were having a competition or something to see who could fall asleep last. i thought hannah and cruz and dan were going in there too, matt and bo in the lounge. was gonna be the case but dan was being an annoying cunt and turning on the lights there, same with my room, so matt and bo tried to fit onto my two beds lol. was pretty squashed, dan kept opening the door and saying shit, turning the lights on and he started throwing easter eggs at us, like fucking shitloads. i was like blogging to them kinda, just saying some thoughts i had at the time, often talking about other random stuff and it was fun i guess aha, albeit annoying. after all those annoyances and getting people to be quiet we finally got to sleep after 5. woke up at probably 7:30, then just before joes alarm went off at 8:30.&lt;br /&gt;matt and joe were rushing to get ready and stuff as his dad was picking them up soon, me mickey and bo stayed in bed awhile longer. cruz was sleeping on the couch, dan slept on the floor, hannah on the couch, josh and cathryn in the spare room, and then us. bo left at 10, then i was like mikki you owe me cuddles from before, so yeah it was really nice, i dozed off for a little bit too. hannah came in and i got up, looked around the house. the back room was all cleaned, i was like what the fuck who did that? anyways we cleaned up the back and everything, and put everything back in place, looked for anything lost (which is now just hannahs pokewalker) and yeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;before we went to bed there was still some alcohol in the fridge, and drinks, but in the morning they were all fucking gone. after people left my mum came out of her room, i thought that she went to work but she didn't. she showed me. everything in the fridge was gone except some juice, old baileys and something else. i was like wtf? someone took everything, or they drunk everything while we were trying to sleep. fucking shithouse man. my mum was spastic. i called people to find out who took it and stuff, people mustve just drunk the stuff then. there was a $60 bottle of champagne someone took/drunk, all of my mum's cruisers, and 4 bundys. i think one or two becks aswell! my mum was actually stressing so much, and i felt fucking bad. like it was her/my fault for not putting everything in the big fridge or hiding it somewhere but we didn't expect people to just walk into the back and open the fridge. mum called her friends and she seemed calmer, i talked to her about it and explained, she understood but she was saying i should've controlled them, and i told her i tried but i couldn't be everywhere at once.&lt;br /&gt;but yeah all i know is kate had most of the cruisers and josh or dan took a bottle out, but i dont know who took the champagne. i texted kate asking her if she had it, she said she just had the cruisers. she didn't sound uhh, yknow, yeh. like i told her my mum was pissed off because all the cruisers were gone and so was all the other alcohol and she was just like oh okay. heaps remorseful. i know who i'm never having over ever again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;afew people didn't come which was shit, but then again it allowed for more sleeping areas. nganga couldn't come cuz his dad would whip him, lmao. tom was sick! ella had babbysitting. and justin and steph couldn't come because they were sad or something. honestly i have no idea what happened, matt said something like they were fine in town and something happened and people got sad or something, no clueee. but yeah we were all like awww. and steph said she might get her mum to drop her off if she is allowed later on, justin had no transport to get here, hope them kids are alright though!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yeah this is about it i think aha&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6329502378203313014-9125405263260064250?l=abrightersideofsuffering.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abrightersideofsuffering.blogspot.com/feeds/9125405263260064250/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://abrightersideofsuffering.blogspot.com/2010/04/last-nightthoughts.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6329502378203313014/posts/default/9125405263260064250'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6329502378203313014/posts/default/9125405263260064250'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abrightersideofsuffering.blogspot.com/2010/04/last-nightthoughts.html' title='last night/thoughts'/><author><name>chrisgrz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08062171229435740589</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' 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src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-IW4WSJTlI2E/Ta2XgP3FbCI/AAAAAAAAAHI/dFHslIrOvNQ/s220/206672_10150161284863691_650433690_6970045_2137541_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6329502378203313014.post-4886435305083704050</id><published>2010-03-31T21:16:00.000+10:30</published><updated>2010-03-31T21:16:56.409+10:30</updated><title type='text'>long few wks.</title><content type='html'>The past few days I've been listening to these two songs quite abit.&lt;br /&gt;Oceanic 815 - Michael Giacchino&lt;br /&gt;Waitin' For A Superman - Iron and Wine&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oceanic 815 is an orchestral song, and obviously from the LOST OST, but it's really amazing. It sounds extremely good, makes me sad yet calm and happy in a way.&lt;br /&gt;Waitin For A Superman is just fucking amazing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank fuck it's the end of the first term of school. It's gone quite quickly, so I'm glad I listened to other teachers + previous year 12s when they say the year goes past quickly. I think i'm gonna need a planner, since early in the term I tried to do most of my work when I got it to minimise my workload, but I started getting slack and now I'm hurrying to finish this Psych essay and email it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dunno why suddenly I've had trouble with doing work and concentrating. It kinda started when I had that flu, and soundwave, as I started going to school later and I didn't get as much sleep, and I couldn't do that much homework. but I got better but I failed to sleep much more. I've tried different ways to get to sleep, well trying to cool my room down or go outside or to think about various different things, some things work but it always changes for me so yeah. Not to mention some nights my mum is on the phone and it's harder for me to sleep, and when I try to sleep in on the weekends, my mum either calls me, wakes me up to drive her to/pick her up from work, or drive her to church on sunday. And I can't go to fucking bed early if not I'll just be on my bed doing nothing for awhile. Hopefully she doesn't call me every morning of the holidays getting her to pick her up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh one last thing, reports.&lt;br /&gt;Pretty bullshit I think, although it's only term reports, the way I see school now is worse.&lt;br /&gt;Music first thing. Roach didn't get the marks from our Scotch teacher until like after reports were finalized. But he said he guessed the same marks so yeah. Basically Josh and Pash got A's, Arlen got a B, me and Joe got C's and Derek got a D. I think it's pretty bull though. Like me and Joe were first to find out about the music tech course and I was like omfggg yes, so was Joe. Pash and Josh joined music the first week so just found out about it but yeah. And really I did exactly what our music teacher said, and he still gave me pretty shit marks, although it was after I said kick-ass and he got mad at me. I spent like 2 weeks on that remix, Arlen did it the night before and got a B, while me and Joe got C's. Derek got a D and he didn't even show up apart from the first two weeks, didn't hand up anything either. Music is really really lame. I hope it gets better but I doubt it. So I won't show up for afew weeks and go to drama rehersals instead, but yeah. Really shit because like, I was like hey music tech is a possible career path, and now i'm having second thoughts, because like people are doing way better than me so yeah. I have no fucking clue honestly, unless I got a bad mark just because I remixed a screamo song and he hates screamo but idk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm gonna go finish psych now, so byee&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6329502378203313014-4886435305083704050?l=abrightersideofsuffering.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abrightersideofsuffering.blogspot.com/feeds/4886435305083704050/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://abrightersideofsuffering.blogspot.com/2010/03/long-few-wks.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6329502378203313014/posts/default/4886435305083704050'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6329502378203313014/posts/default/4886435305083704050'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abrightersideofsuffering.blogspot.com/2010/03/long-few-wks.html' title='long few wks.'/><author><name>chrisgrz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08062171229435740589</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-IW4WSJTlI2E/Ta2XgP3FbCI/AAAAAAAAAHI/dFHslIrOvNQ/s220/206672_10150161284863691_650433690_6970045_2137541_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6329502378203313014.post-5967443070657668861</id><published>2010-03-28T18:59:00.000+10:30</published><updated>2010-03-28T18:59:04.267+10:30</updated><title type='text'>zhristopher ruy cocky seno giclari</title><content type='html'>haven't blogged as much as-of late.&lt;br /&gt;i have thought of issues around me in my mind, and kind of blogged in there, but i cannot be fucked writing that out, let alone remember most of the stuffs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well i will just blog about today.&lt;br /&gt;CTF (Cature the Flag for those nubs) was on. It was raining, turnout wasn't too big (around 40 people all up) but it was still a load of fun. We had a chance of winning, as it was tied 2-2, but there was heaps of arguable decisions. The first 2 captures were both not counted for some reason, I forget. One I hated heaps was like, I ran into red team's flag circle, and grabbed the flag as this guy on their team had our flag and threw it into the circle. So my hand was on it as he threw it in. Then they were yelling like it's a cap and stuff, people kept yelling it at me so like 50m down I stop, this guy chasing me grabs my tag and I let go of their flag. Then i'm like wtf I grabbed it and he was like nah we had it in first so it's ours. Then I went over to Muth and was like what the fuck, and Matt and stuff said it was bull. Another one was this guy with our flag was running to the red base and like 10m away we get his tag off and people were like gotcha, but he kept running and put it in their circle. At the same time they tagged him Jeremy got their flag and ran out, then they were like that's our cap, and there was heaps of stuff going on so they said we'd reset it and not count it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There were several other occasions like that, so I though it'd be wise if we had umpires and stuff for it but i'm not sure how much that would work lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't be fucked writing anymore, I'm gonna start my drama and Psych homework, ttylz&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6329502378203313014-5967443070657668861?l=abrightersideofsuffering.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abrightersideofsuffering.blogspot.com/feeds/5967443070657668861/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://abrightersideofsuffering.blogspot.com/2010/03/zhristopher-ruy-cocky-seno-giclari.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6329502378203313014/posts/default/5967443070657668861'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6329502378203313014/posts/default/5967443070657668861'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abrightersideofsuffering.blogspot.com/2010/03/zhristopher-ruy-cocky-seno-giclari.html' title='zhristopher ruy cocky seno giclari'/><author><name>chrisgrz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08062171229435740589</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-IW4WSJTlI2E/Ta2XgP3FbCI/AAAAAAAAAHI/dFHslIrOvNQ/s220/206672_10150161284863691_650433690_6970045_2137541_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6329502378203313014.post-2518724553336797982</id><published>2010-03-20T00:23:00.000+10:30</published><updated>2010-03-20T00:23:26.187+10:30</updated><title type='text'>haven't</title><content type='html'>blogged in quite awhile again, lol.&lt;br /&gt;where do i starttttt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This week has been lazy, school Monday, didn't go to retreat Tuesday, went Wednesday, half-day Thursday and Drama excursion today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Drama was alright, wayyy better than school, my hair went heaps curly in the morning which was fucking lame though D:&lt;br /&gt;On out Recess break Luke was talking to these two girls and they exchanged Facebooks and stuff, and I was like holy crap man, I'm staying next to you all day haha.&lt;br /&gt;This kinda worked, I guess. At lunch we're sitting on stairs at the Festival Centre, then he walks to talk to some girl he knew, then like one of her friends talks to him and gets him to take a picture of them, then they get a picture with him and stuff and Derek was yelling out like omg you dog and stuff, I finally got Luke to come over and we were what just happened, then they come to us and get pictures with us for some reason.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Put Dereks phone on normal, called it during a presentation and I pressed speaker accidentally so you could hear my phone and it was fucking funny, me and Nguyen laughed for ages lol.&lt;br /&gt;Oh and during lunch this girl walked past with a shirt saying 'Free hugs' and I got a hug from her, I want one of those shirts!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After school I walked back to school with Luke, walked through the mall and I saw Emma getting interviewed by some people and I kept yelling out to her, then they were like oh let's interview you guys. And it was bout dogs and having penalties on the owner if they did bad stuff and yeah.&lt;br /&gt;So after we left the mall we saw those same girls again across the road and they waved, took me awhile to figure out who they were, they were form like Temple, and who knows what they were doing near out school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Got to school, practiced Misery Business with Josh and Pash, went home, changed, straightened hair, got my guitar, drove to school and yeah. The music night was fucking shit. It went up by age order, the little kids took fucking agesss, and everyone was leaving too, and me and Arlen were meant to do the 4 Chords song but he was like nah, so we all just did Misery Business. I couldn't hear my guitar for shit and I screwed up quite abit, mainly because I didn't know we were doing that right then and plus the leads were dodgy and I didn't wanna jump around and anything. plus they only had 1 fucking mic so I couldn't sing, even though I did haha.&lt;br /&gt;But yeah like 5 minutes before we played there were like, 50 people there, and while we played it was reduced down to 1 table.&lt;br /&gt;So yeah it was pretty shit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah and before I sign off, no sign of a lady-friend yet, obviously.&lt;br /&gt;I'll probably stop saying stuff about this since it might get me in trouble and all of this other confusing shit, so yeah.&lt;br /&gt;Umm wait what.&lt;br /&gt;No luck for me yet, if at all actually, haha.&lt;br /&gt;Oh well I guess&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright ima go to bed soonish, bai.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6329502378203313014-2518724553336797982?l=abrightersideofsuffering.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abrightersideofsuffering.blogspot.com/feeds/2518724553336797982/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://abrightersideofsuffering.blogspot.com/2010/03/havent.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6329502378203313014/posts/default/2518724553336797982'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6329502378203313014/posts/default/2518724553336797982'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abrightersideofsuffering.blogspot.com/2010/03/havent.html' title='haven&apos;t'/><author><name>chrisgrz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08062171229435740589</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-IW4WSJTlI2E/Ta2XgP3FbCI/AAAAAAAAAHI/dFHslIrOvNQ/s220/206672_10150161284863691_650433690_6970045_2137541_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6329502378203313014.post-8611668310113732771</id><published>2010-03-07T21:59:00.000+10:30</published><updated>2010-03-07T21:59:48.111+10:30</updated><title type='text'>1</title><content type='html'>Friday was alright, then Friday night, well i've had better nights.&lt;br /&gt;Saturday was boring, Saturday night was okay but pretty boring still.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So today was pretty lazy, but more fun than a usual Sunday.&lt;br /&gt;I put the speakers which were in the lounge, in my room, since we never use them now, and we won't be able to unless I get a coaxial - component adapter + cable, or a home theater box thing but that'll come with speakers anyway. So yeah may as well make use of them now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went to bed at like 1 the night before, but I woke up at 8:30 or 9:30. I couldn't get back to sleep, so I listened to music. I got up at like 10 and mum said her friend was coming over, since her daughter's laptop was full of viruses or something.&lt;br /&gt;She gets here and says the laptop is running slow because it's full of viruses or something. I turn it on but nothing, so I plugged it into the charger and off it went. And hey guess what? After the Vista loading screen had finished, I was greeted by a BSOD. Oh and the screen had a fat crack running diagonally from the top right corner to the bottom left.&lt;br /&gt;Windows startup repair wouldn't fix it, and I tried alot of other stuff on it to no avail. I told her friend that we'd either need to find the Vista repair disc because it would most likely fix it, unless it was a driver problem but I don't see how it would be. Our next option was to install Windows 7 on it. While I waited for Windows 7 to burn to DVD, I ran a Live CD on it but couldn't do anything, so I went and installed 7. She was like how much is it? I thought she was referring to Windows so I was told her it was free, and she was like oh alright I see you don't want my money. Then I was like ohhhhhhhhhh damn :/&lt;br /&gt;I got it to install and started deleting the Windows folder out of 'windows.old'. 3 or 4gb worth of data got deleted but the rest wouldn't, even with me changing the owner and giving permissions to everything and stuff. So they only have like 11gb free on that HDD. But yeah she said she would give me stuff on my birthday (which is 35 days away, hint hint).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway later on in the afternoon, went to my mum's friends place since it was her birthday, Andrew, Ean and his girlfriend were there (forgot her name), we couldn't find anywhere to sit so we went back to mine and got a table + chairs, then went back and played Texas Hold 'Em. Out of the 6 of us playing, I came second (Ean is a cunt and came first lol). ew that sounds wrong, i came second haha.&lt;br /&gt;Anyway after we packed up, so at like 8:30, Ean got called out and his mum was like wtf my friends were insulted by you and stuff. He was like wth?&lt;br /&gt;So what happened was when Ean got there he said "thats stupid (he didnt say stupid i just forgot the word he said, it starts with R and it's longish) they're playing bingo" (he said it as a joke) and they found it offensive, so like after we left to get the shit from mine, we got back and noticed like 3 cars were gone. We didn't take notice but like 6 of her friends left to go to another friends' place near there to play because of it. But they took what he said out of context. They thought he said like it's stupid they're playing bingo on her birthday. But he didn't say it but then they were like mad and refused to come back, then his mum was like don't worry about it.&lt;br /&gt;I find it hypocritical how many (if not most) older people judge younger people and say they should act this way etc, and people are like okay whatever (although some choose to be like fuck you but yeah, you get my point), wheras when someone says something about them, even as a joke they take it too far and out of hand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I must go now, as I am having a coughing fit.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6329502378203313014-8611668310113732771?l=abrightersideofsuffering.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abrightersideofsuffering.blogspot.com/feeds/8611668310113732771/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://abrightersideofsuffering.blogspot.com/2010/03/1.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6329502378203313014/posts/default/8611668310113732771'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6329502378203313014/posts/default/8611668310113732771'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abrightersideofsuffering.blogspot.com/2010/03/1.html' title='1'/><author><name>chrisgrz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08062171229435740589</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-IW4WSJTlI2E/Ta2XgP3FbCI/AAAAAAAAAHI/dFHslIrOvNQ/s220/206672_10150161284863691_650433690_6970045_2137541_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6329502378203313014.post-4678125158038047224</id><published>2010-03-02T20:46:00.000+10:30</published><updated>2010-03-02T20:46:39.103+10:30</updated><title type='text'>quick thoughts.</title><content type='html'>So I just read Muth's blog, actually gave me something to blog about which I had been meaning to, but I had forgotten to.&lt;br /&gt;so really the past three days have been a drag. Sunday I was pissy since I only had 9 hours sleep (when I am lacking major sleep I get mega fucking pissy and have mood swings like girls on their period. But mega easily, so at times in this mode I have gotten pissed at fuck and cried and gotten violent but yeah), body was still aching and I was still extremely tired. Yesterday I wasn't very pissy but I was extremely tired = lazyness. Today I was still hell tired but yeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunday I kinda had to control myself as I was uber pissed but I didn't show anything on the outside which was good. Yesterday (Monday) I saw all of this stuff and felt like breaking down. But hey I just put my music up and was like Chris yeah all these persons are happy and these persons couldn't care less about you and stuff like that, and afew a minute or two I felt more calmer. Not hell calm and chilled etc but way calmer than before and yeah. Then I was like oh well I'll be happy soon enough and then when something bad happens to them I can laugh at them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know this kinda contradicts my last blog about not being sad but what I was really aiming for there was not showing weakness on the outside since it could effect people around me, and hey if I don't show my sad it won't be as bad! Until I'm alone but yeah soon enough it won't really bother me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and I was kinda thinking about stuff back like just over 2 months ago and now it made me think there are some people you can't really trust that much. Like hey it might seem like nothing much but if I knew stuff about one of my good friends which someone i'm not too close with/haven't known that long tells me some stuff and they're like plz don't tell them/keep this secret, i'd still tell them. Fuck the secret shit, they're my friend and it'd probably be better off too. Not that I honestly give a shit now but at the time I would have/did later on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah I can be fucked blogging and guitar and singing but I can't be fucked doing any homework. I'll try to get heaps of sleep tonight so hopefully tomorrow I can finish my English, start my Religion and yeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well, as what Arlen said to me, time to look for a woman friend! (I'm not gonna complete this quest until I've levelled up HEAPS.)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6329502378203313014-4678125158038047224?l=abrightersideofsuffering.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abrightersideofsuffering.blogspot.com/feeds/4678125158038047224/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://abrightersideofsuffering.blogspot.com/2010/03/quick-thoughts.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6329502378203313014/posts/default/4678125158038047224'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6329502378203313014/posts/default/4678125158038047224'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abrightersideofsuffering.blogspot.com/2010/03/quick-thoughts.html' title='quick thoughts.'/><author><name>chrisgrz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08062171229435740589</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-IW4WSJTlI2E/Ta2XgP3FbCI/AAAAAAAAAHI/dFHslIrOvNQ/s220/206672_10150161284863691_650433690_6970045_2137541_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6329502378203313014.post-8068633099510898748</id><published>2010-02-28T11:43:00.000+10:30</published><updated>2010-02-28T11:43:16.810+10:30</updated><title type='text'>Soundwave Festival 2010</title><content type='html'>Soundwave was so fucking epic. My whole body is aching, well only my shoulders and back hurt, but the whole lower portion fucking aches so much. Where do I start.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Met Rach in town at 9, we went to Coles and bought shit, then went to Bakers Delight (where she works) and got some free foods. We were waiting for the tram, outside the Hilton, and I saw some people who looked like they were in a band, probably the singer from Four Year Strong or something, but I'm not really sure. But yeah they had Soundwave passes on them, and they got in a van, a van which everyone from Soundwave used so yeh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Met up with Joe and Nguyen and bussed it down, took like 30 minutes to get there, fucking roadworks. In line I met up with Mikki and I put sunscreen on my face and Joe put whiskers on my but like 5 mins later it was all runny and shit so I rubbed it in. I was going to get the green ADTR shirt, with the mice on the front and on the back it says "we're taking over the world". It was fucking good, but turns out like so many people got it, so I didn't. Just got a TWLOHA shirt/wristband and a DGD top.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saw Rolo Tomaso or something first, they were pretty damn good. Then the band after them, Wilheim Scream or something, they were fucking awesome. Got to the front of YMAS and they were alright, had a circle pit going too. I wanted to see Emarosa but we went to get water and shit, saw some of them though, had some noms, then met with Joe and Nguyen and Dan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I forgot what else we did but we watched most of Alexisonfire from the playground, then like 15 minutes before Paramore was meant to come on we lined up. We were like 10 rows back, after they started the intro I started getting my way through, Rach was grabbing on to me and some other girl was too. I was like LOL! But after the first song we were in the 4th row pretty sure, and we got all the way to the second row, no way I was going to the barrier since there were so many people pushing as it was, got some good pictures. Since I was so psyched for them, even when no-one was really moving I was still like trying to mosh. Even though it was shit aha. But my hand was up and shit, and Hayley looked at me. SHE FUCKING LOOKED AT ME. Then second time she did it, she smiled not sure if it was me but no-one else around me was jumping or something so yeahh. The flip they did was fucking epic aswell!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After All Time Low, me and Nguyen went to the signing booths, but on the way we watched DGD for like 3 songs. Sam fucking Carter, was like 3 metres away from us. We're like fuck, freaking out, going like he better come here I want a picture, since he's getting pictures with some girls, then he like walks off through the tent and we're like wtffff. We sit there for like 10 mins going like omg, then we go back to watch ETF. Oh by the way I almost caught the drummer's stick (from ATL). I like touched it when he threw it but then it bounced or something and it went on the ground lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We see some people looking over the fence before ETF, we look over, we see some people next to the stage. Then this guy with really long hair waves at us, so I wave back, then Nguyen is like FUCK IT'S MAX. I get my sharpie out, Nguyen gets his timetable out. The people tell us to get off the fence, so Nguyen gets on my back and we're standing right next to it.  Max then comes over and signs it USING MY SHARPIE! Then he shook Nguyen's hand and I was like omfggg. I wanted to meet Monte or Rob since I liked them the most, but yeah. Then he was like hey Craig and he nodded or something at us. But yeah during ETF they had a wall of death. I was like yay, since the mosh was fucking shit, but after we hit eachother some girl falls over, this guy falls over her, I trip over the guy. I'm trying to get up but people are running on us and I'm like what the fuck. I finally get up and help the other two up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But yeah ADTR was really good. And everyone was everywhere. Too bad I was really tired so I didn't do that much aha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me and Nguyen waited for ages outside for Joe and shit. I saw Cameron and he gave me my shirts back, then Mikki, we used her phone and then met Joe, then I got a lift home with Mikki and umm. Ollie? I forgot his name aha :3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And yeah it was fucking awesome @_@&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I have shitloads of homework, and i'm really fucking tired.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6329502378203313014-8068633099510898748?l=abrightersideofsuffering.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abrightersideofsuffering.blogspot.com/feeds/8068633099510898748/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://abrightersideofsuffering.blogspot.com/2010/02/soundwave-festival-2010.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6329502378203313014/posts/default/8068633099510898748'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6329502378203313014/posts/default/8068633099510898748'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abrightersideofsuffering.blogspot.com/2010/02/soundwave-festival-2010.html' title='Soundwave Festival 2010'/><author><name>chrisgrz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08062171229435740589</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-IW4WSJTlI2E/Ta2XgP3FbCI/AAAAAAAAAHI/dFHslIrOvNQ/s220/206672_10150161284863691_650433690_6970045_2137541_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6329502378203313014.post-6738311064286690580</id><published>2010-02-26T22:30:00.000+10:30</published><updated>2010-02-26T22:30:58.236+10:30</updated><title type='text'>I haven't</title><content type='html'>really found any time to blog properly lately. But next night I don't have homework I will! Promiseeeeeee&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to 'Sonny Loveless' first gig with Chad, Josh &amp; Calum in, last night.&lt;br /&gt;It was fucking good, for a first gig anyway. Their new shit sounds amaazing!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I've just thought to myself, there's not point in really feeling sad. Like sometimes I can't help it but I reckon I can feel much better if I see that there's no point being sad, and that nothing good really can come out of it. But i'm probably saying this since i'm so psyched for soundwave. I hope I can meet Paramore somehow but it's doubtful. D:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So if you're going and wanna meet up earlier, 9 at the balls, or fb me or something aha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yeah gonna scan my Georgaphy then call it a night.&lt;br /&gt;NIGHT.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6329502378203313014-6738311064286690580?l=abrightersideofsuffering.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abrightersideofsuffering.blogspot.com/feeds/6738311064286690580/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://abrightersideofsuffering.blogspot.com/2010/02/i-havent.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6329502378203313014/posts/default/6738311064286690580'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6329502378203313014/posts/default/6738311064286690580'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abrightersideofsuffering.blogspot.com/2010/02/i-havent.html' title='I haven&apos;t'/><author><name>chrisgrz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08062171229435740589</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-IW4WSJTlI2E/Ta2XgP3FbCI/AAAAAAAAAHI/dFHslIrOvNQ/s220/206672_10150161284863691_650433690_6970045_2137541_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6329502378203313014.post-705902306746248943</id><published>2010-02-21T16:04:00.000+10:30</published><updated>2010-02-21T16:04:36.899+10:30</updated><title type='text'>i know,</title><content type='html'>last week i kept saying i'd blog, but i hadn't really been fucked, so i have nothing to do at the moment, and i'd rather blog than do homework haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So on Wednesday we started taking the front of my car apart. I used to hear this squeaking noise coming from the brakes. Turns out the people from the last service didn't know how to put the clips on properly (ones which hold the brake pads), and one of them was bent and the other one was scraping on the disc brake, so we took them off.&lt;br /&gt;The guys from the RAA said i'd cost quite abit to fix, and would take a whole day to fix my clutch. The guy came over just after 5, and he left at around 8. He had taken the clutch plate and the flywheel, and the bearing to be machined. And to get a clutch kit obviously. He came back on Friday and was done around the same time. So like 6 hours really, and it was $450 all up (although mum gave him extra cuz he was a good guy and the clutch kit probably cost a little more than he thought). But yeah the new clutch is good, but I has to get used to it now D:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been slowly getting homework done, although I left my Psych folder at school D: I still haven't done the practice test aha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh I got credit today, I accidentally got the $30 long expiry rather than the 1 month cap plan, but it's alright I bought interwebz lol. I was going to buy the 300mb for $10 interweb plan, but then it said it expires 30 days after activation, so I just got the 50mb for $5. Which should be good since I can use msnz now and stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Honestly, I forgot what else I was meant to blog about. D:&lt;br /&gt;But I have been trying to learn Don't Stop Believin' on piano, and New Born. And hopefully soon Louder Than Thunder. Because that would be cool and all, aha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BUT YESSS SOUNDWAVE NEXT SATURDAY.&lt;br /&gt;Hope on Friday night there will be some bands arriving at the airport. I want to meet Paramore like heaps. Well mainly Hayley Williams aha. I luuuub her muchly. And ADTR, that would be sick aswell. Then if I see ETF I'll like punch Craig and try to break the rest of his teeth. And Max aswell.&lt;br /&gt;I'm not sure who I'm meeting there. I know I'm meeting Mikki, Joe, Nguyen, Daniel, maybe Ebony. And yeah I don't want to see a band by myself, but if people are like come see this band with me and I don't wanna or don't like them I'll be like NOOOOO.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My next blog will be more other stuff than just talking about my week and ramblings and such.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6329502378203313014-705902306746248943?l=abrightersideofsuffering.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abrightersideofsuffering.blogspot.com/feeds/705902306746248943/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://abrightersideofsuffering.blogspot.com/2010/02/i-know.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6329502378203313014/posts/default/705902306746248943'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6329502378203313014/posts/default/705902306746248943'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abrightersideofsuffering.blogspot.com/2010/02/i-know.html' title='i know,'/><author><name>chrisgrz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08062171229435740589</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-IW4WSJTlI2E/Ta2XgP3FbCI/AAAAAAAAAHI/dFHslIrOvNQ/s220/206672_10150161284863691_650433690_6970045_2137541_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6329502378203313014.post-3150937231305365690</id><published>2010-02-15T21:57:00.000+10:30</published><updated>2010-02-15T21:57:32.390+10:30</updated><title type='text'>ohkayy</title><content type='html'>LOVE is amazing.&lt;br /&gt;The quiet synth/weird sounding bits/interludes sound so much like the music in Eve Online.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some of the songs make me feel sad, but when I listen to the lyrics closely it makes me feel really happy. Quite weird, really. I think the album is about feeling happy, even when you're sad. And yeah obviously because of the album title, but the songs are like yeah. Plus there are songs and parts of songs which sound sad but then there are songs which sound happy and weird and omfg it's just sooo good.&lt;br /&gt;Soundtrack to my life, currently.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Going to do one of these songs for my music technology analysis.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am currently listening to this album, obv, doing my psych, and eating iced-cream.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6329502378203313014-3150937231305365690?l=abrightersideofsuffering.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abrightersideofsuffering.blogspot.com/feeds/3150937231305365690/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://abrightersideofsuffering.blogspot.com/2010/02/ohkayy.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6329502378203313014/posts/default/3150937231305365690'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6329502378203313014/posts/default/3150937231305365690'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abrightersideofsuffering.blogspot.com/2010/02/ohkayy.html' title='ohkayy'/><author><name>chrisgrz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08062171229435740589</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-IW4WSJTlI2E/Ta2XgP3FbCI/AAAAAAAAAHI/dFHslIrOvNQ/s220/206672_10150161284863691_650433690_6970045_2137541_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6329502378203313014.post-7015632085346987809</id><published>2010-02-14T20:32:00.001+10:30</published><updated>2010-02-14T20:40:12.884+10:30</updated><title type='text'>0118</title><content type='html'>Oh my where do I start...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel really shit atm.&lt;br /&gt;I keep telling myself, don't feel shit; just forget about it.&lt;br /&gt;But I can't, I keep delving into these thoughts.&lt;br /&gt;As much as I hate feeling like this, I have missed feeling like this, since I had been for so long and haven't for ages!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have no fucking idea what happened. One day I'm really careless, not giving a shit about my feelings, since I was feeling neutral, and now I'm like this.&lt;br /&gt;It probably because it is valentines, and quite afew people actually have gone into relationships today/recently. So I feel all like u_u saddish.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remember a time a few months ago, I was as happy as I'd ever been, and I noticed many people were complaining about how much their life sucked. I was like woah, when I'm happy, many others are sad. Not sure if that was because I had never noticed they were that sad or something else. But yeah, apart from the people complaining about them not having a valentine, it's rather the opposite now. Except I don't complain in all of my statuses, maybe one or two, and then this blog, but apart from that yeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And people change pretty dramatically. You think that they're great but then they turn into someone really arrogant and mean then it's like bleh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hopefully tomorrow morning I'll get my mind off this so yeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And hey in my next blog I'll put up my English recount, although after Rory drafted it I had to replace some of the stuff with 'bad guys' so some parts sounds kinda lame.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm starting to learn 'Welcome Home - Coheed &amp; Cambria' on guitar. Epic solo, will take me awhile to learn methinks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just need a really fucking big hug.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, thanks to Matt faguire my clutch if fully burnt out, and this morning one of my fish died. FML.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I mean, it's nice to see most people being happy and having fun, but why can't we all be happy and stuff, bleh oh well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and what would be awesome but will never happen, anytime soon anyways would be to befriend someone with many similar interests to me. I think I mentioned this in a previous blog. But someone who liked most of the music I did, and liked LOST, space, and someone who I could talk to all night and day. Oh and who is a female. I can dream right? Heh. Man I need to find a woman. And what I miss most of all, apart from relationships, is flirting. Sounds really shit but I remember like, well yeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of similar interests.&lt;br /&gt;No-one I know has even downloaded Angels &amp; Airwaves' new album, even though they released it for free (only in a shameful 192k, but it's great nonetheless). It's pretty amazing. The only songs which stand out by themselves are "The Flight of Apollo", "Young London", and "Letters to God, Part II", but if you listen to the whole album straight, it is fucking amazing. This is gonna probably be my sleeping music, if I need it, for a long time. And fuck, I can't wait for the movie, which will be released in March/April.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thinking about it, apart from me going out and having fun I guess, my proper real feelings like, well. Wait I did a boo-boo. I mean like, stuff I'd love to do atleast once, like have a fat chat for a day about space and it's possibilities, LOST, so like a dnm about space or life, life could happen but the other stuff won't. Sucks to be me.&lt;br /&gt;And like I forgot what I was gonna say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of March, that's when out formal is. I don't think I'm gonna be able to find anyone for it so I will most likely end up getting Emmy to go then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just keep rambling on, writing random thoughts which come into my head.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well, until next time.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6329502378203313014-7015632085346987809?l=abrightersideofsuffering.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abrightersideofsuffering.blogspot.com/feeds/7015632085346987809/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://abrightersideofsuffering.blogspot.com/2010/02/0118.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6329502378203313014/posts/default/7015632085346987809'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6329502378203313014/posts/default/7015632085346987809'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abrightersideofsuffering.blogspot.com/2010/02/0118.html' title='0118'/><author><name>chrisgrz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08062171229435740589</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-IW4WSJTlI2E/Ta2XgP3FbCI/AAAAAAAAAHI/dFHslIrOvNQ/s220/206672_10150161284863691_650433690_6970045_2137541_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6329502378203313014.post-4743711168956739422</id><published>2010-02-09T21:17:00.000+10:30</published><updated>2010-02-09T21:17:05.413+10:30</updated><title type='text'>umm</title><content type='html'>My life at the moment could be better, but I'm not complaining about it, pretty fine with it.&lt;br /&gt;Except life at home.&lt;br /&gt;I'd be all fine but when I come home, well, that's okay, then my mum finds a tiny thing to get mad at me for and yeah. She makes the rest of that day hell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I keep saying I am sick of this shit and want to do something about it, but I haven't done anything really.&lt;br /&gt;Plus even if I moved out I'd have nowhere to go D:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6329502378203313014-4743711168956739422?l=abrightersideofsuffering.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abrightersideofsuffering.blogspot.com/feeds/4743711168956739422/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://abrightersideofsuffering.blogspot.com/2010/02/umm.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6329502378203313014/posts/default/4743711168956739422'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6329502378203313014/posts/default/4743711168956739422'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abrightersideofsuffering.blogspot.com/2010/02/umm.html' title='umm'/><author><name>chrisgrz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08062171229435740589</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-IW4WSJTlI2E/Ta2XgP3FbCI/AAAAAAAAAHI/dFHslIrOvNQ/s220/206672_10150161284863691_650433690_6970045_2137541_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6329502378203313014.post-5642586609261104889</id><published>2010-02-09T19:02:00.000+10:30</published><updated>2010-02-09T19:02:29.127+10:30</updated><title type='text'>yesterdaiiiiiii.</title><content type='html'>Imma talk about yesterday evening, it was so fucking awesome.&lt;br /&gt;Me, Joe, Arlen and Derek get the O-Bahn to Klemzig, which is where I had parked my car.&lt;br /&gt;Got Justin's gun out of the back, and we killed Derek many times, and then Joe was shooting people on the side of the road, was pretty cool. We get to Scotch where our music technology course is and OMFG. They have a student car park. The place is fucking massive, and it looks kinda like Hogwarts. The inside anyway. It was pretty cool, but we swear that the music room there is worth more than our whole fucking school. This course seems kinda hard though, well easy but I don't think we're gonna get shown much by them, software-wise anyway. Me and Joe decided that when/if a zombie apocalypse arrives in Adelaide, we're taking camp at Scotch. it has a good view of Adelaide city, there is lots of greenery around the place plus it has afew good sniping spots, not to mention quite a bit of field.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Needless to say, it was awesome. We Derek walked off to find Pash and Josh so that he could go to KFC with them, and me and Joe waited with Arlen until his mum picked him up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me and Joe decided to drop by Grace's. I was like, hmm they're just over the main road, and I told Grace we might say hi sometimes. And Joe was like yeah let's go there for the lolz. We we did. Joe held his gun up to the door and I was like I think it's their step-dad opening the door. Joe was like shit so I took the gun and was like OHAII pew pew. And I was like oh we just dropped by to say hi and he was like come in. Then Josslyn was like HAI haven't seen you in ages, and Grace was like O.O WTFFFFFF. I lol'd, and was like oooooooo this is Joeeeee. And Josslyn was like ohhhhhhh hey Joe. The I was shooting them and Jos was like STOP ITTTTT so I was like D: And apparently I was more talkative than usual, and yeah. Then all of a sudden I look to my right and Gemma is fucking standing there, like shitting herself, surprised and all. I was like uhhhhhh shit. And was trying to signal Joe to get us to gooo but he didn't get it or hear me, and then we were leaving and I was like see you LA DA then Jos was like what's with the tunnel in your ear blablabla. But yeah it was funny as fuck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But loll, Joe was like Derek and shit are still in KFC so we went in and got chips and some drink and chicken, then I told them what happened, and Josh was like, "oh she has a hot sister? Why didn't you bring me??" I was like OH SORRY (Derek fucking up at assembly and apologizing while singing reference) and I said I'd drop him there for a sec if he wants but he was like uhh nah.&lt;br /&gt;Then I dropped Derek and Josh at the train station and drove Joe and Pash home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That is all, I must go to the toilet now, and excrete some (not so) toxic waste.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6329502378203313014-5642586609261104889?l=abrightersideofsuffering.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abrightersideofsuffering.blogspot.com/feeds/5642586609261104889/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://abrightersideofsuffering.blogspot.com/2010/02/yesterdaiiiiiii.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6329502378203313014/posts/default/5642586609261104889'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6329502378203313014/posts/default/5642586609261104889'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abrightersideofsuffering.blogspot.com/2010/02/yesterdaiiiiiii.html' title='yesterdaiiiiiii.'/><author><name>chrisgrz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08062171229435740589</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-IW4WSJTlI2E/Ta2XgP3FbCI/AAAAAAAAAHI/dFHslIrOvNQ/s220/206672_10150161284863691_650433690_6970045_2137541_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6329502378203313014.post-3439338714306167976</id><published>2010-02-03T22:36:00.000+10:30</published><updated>2010-02-03T22:36:05.020+10:30</updated><title type='text'>4</title><content type='html'>lately I've been taking everyday, day-by-day.&lt;br /&gt;Wake up in the morning, shower, coffee, school, and maybe even town after school.&lt;br /&gt;I come home, do homework, go on the net, some guitar, sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then it gets to the weekend and I realise that I haven't planned anything.&lt;br /&gt;Although I do like how I don't feel bad about not doing much, tonight I've just really thought about this, and yeah I feel pretty alone quite abit of the time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And yeah I'm pretty lame actually, hmm.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6329502378203313014-3439338714306167976?l=abrightersideofsuffering.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abrightersideofsuffering.blogspot.com/feeds/3439338714306167976/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://abrightersideofsuffering.blogspot.com/2010/02/4.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6329502378203313014/posts/default/3439338714306167976'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6329502378203313014/posts/default/3439338714306167976'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abrightersideofsuffering.blogspot.com/2010/02/4.html' title='4'/><author><name>chrisgrz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08062171229435740589</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-IW4WSJTlI2E/Ta2XgP3FbCI/AAAAAAAAAHI/dFHslIrOvNQ/s220/206672_10150161284863691_650433690_6970045_2137541_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6329502378203313014.post-6284385874104551504</id><published>2010-02-03T21:39:00.000+10:30</published><updated>2010-02-03T21:39:12.510+10:30</updated><title type='text'>thinks irl.</title><content type='html'>I don't know how i'm gonna do it, but I'm going to find more/new friends who have similar tastes to me.&lt;br /&gt;Not that my current ones are bad, but when it comes to alot of things, many like, well yeah.&lt;br /&gt;First of all I'm going to befriend a drummer. A good one, who isn't a pussy, aha.&lt;br /&gt;And someone who likes Sci-Fi/spacee.&lt;br /&gt;Someone who likes Lost. (This will probably be a challenge)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not going to use a flameshield.&lt;br /&gt;Just sometimes I get really into shit and people will be like alright, on your own.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6329502378203313014-6284385874104551504?l=abrightersideofsuffering.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abrightersideofsuffering.blogspot.com/feeds/6284385874104551504/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://abrightersideofsuffering.blogspot.com/2010/02/thinks-irl.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6329502378203313014/posts/default/6284385874104551504'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6329502378203313014/posts/default/6284385874104551504'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abrightersideofsuffering.blogspot.com/2010/02/thinks-irl.html' title='thinks irl.'/><author><name>chrisgrz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08062171229435740589</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-IW4WSJTlI2E/Ta2XgP3FbCI/AAAAAAAAAHI/dFHslIrOvNQ/s220/206672_10150161284863691_650433690_6970045_2137541_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
