<?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-7185916</id><updated>2011-04-22T08:08:53.589+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Days of My Life</title><subtitle type='html'>Fairly self explanatory. Thanks all for visiting, have a look around, comment, do whatever. Feel free to contact me at buffy_bot_1@hotmail.com. If i don't like you, i'll just block you. Excellllent...</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kcmai.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7185916/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kcmai.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7185916/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Casey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06419007795120755333</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://forums.sudhian.com/i/authorsicons/stewie_rev.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>170</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7185916.post-115849753471667945</id><published>2006-09-17T22:48:00.001+10:00</published><updated>2006-09-17T23:01:26.846+10:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>argh stupid history! i cant find raw facts anywhere..that is ALL i need, and instead the internet provides me with various articles all with different spins and judgements embedded within...i want facts so i can make my OWN judgement, that is like HALF THE POINT of history.. UGH everything is lying or exagerrating or stating 'according to' or 'we heard' or 'our souces say'..why cant people post what really happened?? itd be a hell of alot easier. Why does everyone hav to beat down what good comes from this world???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok sorry. venting here.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7185916-115849753471667945?l=kcmai.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kcmai.blogspot.com/feeds/115849753471667945/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7185916&amp;postID=115849753471667945' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7185916/posts/default/115849753471667945'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7185916/posts/default/115849753471667945'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kcmai.blogspot.com/2006/09/argh-stupid-history-i-cant-find-raw.html' title=''/><author><name>Casey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06419007795120755333</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://forums.sudhian.com/i/authorsicons/stewie_rev.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7185916.post-115233683258773534</id><published>2006-07-08T15:32:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2006-07-08T17:03:20.716+10:00</updated><title type='text'>12 Songs I Like:</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;(in no particular order)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1)  &lt;embed type="application/x-shockwave-flash"  src="http://stat.radioblogclub.com/radio.blog/skins/mini/player.swf"  width="180px" height="23px"  bgcolor="#FF99CC"  id="radioblog_player_1"  FlashVars="id=1&amp;status=maximize&amp;filepath=http://ayn.altervista.org/_altervista_ht/radio.blog/sounds/17-dashboard_confessional-dont_wait.mp3.rbs&amp;colors=body:#FF99CC;border:#FF0099;button:#FF6699;player_text:#9900FF;playlist_text:#999999;&amp;tracknum=10"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt; ...swiss army romance&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2)  &lt;embed type="application/x-shockwave-flash"  src="http://stat.radioblogclub.com/radio.blog/skins/mini/player.swf"  width="180px" height="23px"  bgcolor="#99CCFF"  id="radioblog_player_1"  FlashVars="id=1&amp;status=maximize&amp;filepath=http://www.valorfive.com/Radio/sounds/Tom Petty - Learning To Fly.mp3.rbs&amp;colors=body:#99CCFF;border:#0099FF;button:#0099FF;player_text:#3300FF;playlist_text:#999999;&amp;tracknum=6"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt; ...reflective&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3)  &lt;embed type="application/x-shockwave-flash"  src="http://stat.radioblogclub.com/radio.blog/skins/mini/player.swf"  width="180px" height="23px"  bgcolor="#CCCCFF"  id="radioblog_player_1"  FlashVars="id=1&amp;status=maximize&amp;filepath=http://www.icylabel.net/rb/radio.blog/sounds/Life House - You And Me.rbs&amp;colors=body:#CCCCFF;border:#CC66FF;button:#CC99FF;player_text:#CC00FF;playlist_text:#999999;&amp;tracknum=9"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt; ...cute&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4)  &lt;embed type="application/x-shockwave-flash"  src="http://stat.radioblogclub.com/radio.blog/skins/mini/player.swf"  width="180px" height="23px"  bgcolor="#CCFFCC"  id="radioblog_player_1"  FlashVars="id=1&amp;status=maximize&amp;filepath=http://culturerock.free.fr/radio.blog/sounds/Panic! At The Disco - I Write Sins Not Tragedies.rbs&amp;colors=body:#CCFFCC;border:#00CC66;button:#00CC66;player_text:#009900;playlist_text:#999999;&amp;tracknum=95"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt; ...awesome&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5)  &lt;embed type="application/x-shockwave-flash"  src="http://stat.radioblogclub.com/radio.blog/skins/mini/player.swf"  width="180px" height="23px"  bgcolor="#FFFFCC"  id="radioblog_player_1"  FlashVars="id=1&amp;status=maximize&amp;filepath=http://twoinone.free.fr/radio/sounds/[1.08] Tegan And Sara - Fix You Up.rbs&amp;colors=body:#FFFFCC;border:#FFCC00;button:#FFCC33;player_text:#FF6600;playlist_text:#999999;&amp;tracknum=25"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt; ...save me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6)  &lt;embed type="application/x-shockwave-flash"  src="http://stat.radioblogclub.com/radio.blog/skins/mini/player.swf"  width="180px" height="23px"  bgcolor="#FF9999"  id="radioblog_player_1"  FlashVars="id=1&amp;status=maximize&amp;filepath=http://twoinone.free.fr/radio/sounds/[1.04] Tegan And Sara - Where Does The Good Go.rbs&amp;colors=body:#FF9999;border:#FF3333;button:#FF0033;player_text:#FF0000;playlist_text:#999999;&amp;tracknum=25"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt; ...no mans land&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7)  &lt;embed type="application/x-shockwave-flash"  src="http://stat.radioblogclub.com/radio.blog/skins/mini/player.swf"  width="180px" height="23px"  bgcolor="#99CCFF"  id="radioblog_player_1"  FlashVars="id=1&amp;status=maximize&amp;filepath=http://princesslohan.free.fr/Nous/radio.blog.2.5/radio.blog/sounds/The Rasmus - No fear.mp3.rbs&amp;colors=body:#99CCFF;border:#FF33CC;button:#FF66CC;player_text:#6600FF;playlist_text:#999999;&amp;tracknum=2"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt; ...showtime&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8)  &lt;embed type="application/x-shockwave-flash"  src="http://stat.radioblogclub.com/radio.blog/skins/mini/player.swf"  width="180px" height="23px"  bgcolor="#FF99FF"  id="radioblog_player_1"  FlashVars="id=1&amp;status=maximize&amp;filepath=http://princesslohan.free.fr/Nous/radio.blog.2.5/radio.blog/sounds/Nickelback - Saving Me.mp3.rbs&amp;colors=body:#FF99FF;border:#FF0099;button:#FF00CC;player_text:#FF0066;playlist_text:#999999;&amp;tracknum=2"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt; ...interesting&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9)  &lt;embed type="application/x-shockwave-flash"  src="http://stat.radioblogclub.com/radio.blog/skins/mini/player.swf"  width="180px" height="23px"  bgcolor="#CCFFCC"  id="radioblog_player_1"  FlashVars="id=1&amp;status=maximize&amp;filepath=http://omarscorp.free.fr/radio.blog.2.5/radio.blog/sounds/Edwin McCain - I'll Be.rbs&amp;colors=body:#CCFFCC;border:#33CC00;button:#339900;player_text:#FF00FF;playlist_text:#999999;&amp;tracknum=1"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt; ...sweet&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10) &lt;embed type="application/x-shockwave-flash"  src="http://stat.radioblogclub.com/radio.blog/skins/mini/player.swf"  width="180px" height="23px"  bgcolor="#FFFFCC"  id="radioblog_player_0"  FlashVars="id=0&amp;status=maximize&amp;filepath=http://kgirlsite.altervista.org/_altervista_ht/radio.blog/sounds/Pink - Who Knew.rbs&amp;colors=body:#FFFFCC;border:#FFCC33;button:#FFCC33;player_text:#FF6600;playlist_text:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt; ...sad vid&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11) &lt;embed type="application/x-shockwave-flash"  src="http://stat.radioblogclub.com/radio.blog/skins/mini/player.swf"  width="180px" height="23px"  bgcolor="#99CCFF"  id="radioblog_player_1"  FlashVars="id=1&amp;status=maximize&amp;filepath=http://juanvaldez.free.fr/maradioblog//sounds/train - drops of jupiter.rbs&amp;colors=body:#99CCFF;border:#0000FF;button:#0099FF;player_text:#0000CC;playlist_text:#999999;&amp;tracknum=4"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt; ...sweet pilkington&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12) &lt;embed type="application/x-shockwave-flash"  src="http://stat.radioblogclub.com/radio.blog/skins/mini/player.swf"  width="180px" height="23px"  bgcolor="#CCCCFF"  id="radioblog_player_0"  FlashVars="id=0&amp;status=maximize&amp;filepath=http://www.pixelkitten.com/radio.blog/sounds/Elton John - Tiny Dancer.rbs&amp;colors=body:#CCCCFF;border:#9900FF;button:#9900FF;player_text:#9933FF;playlist_text:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt; ...classic&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7185916-115233683258773534?l=kcmai.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kcmai.blogspot.com/feeds/115233683258773534/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7185916&amp;postID=115233683258773534' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7185916/posts/default/115233683258773534'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7185916/posts/default/115233683258773534'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kcmai.blogspot.com/2006/07/12-songs-i-like.html' title='12 Songs I Like:'/><author><name>Casey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06419007795120755333</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://forums.sudhian.com/i/authorsicons/stewie_rev.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7185916.post-114708877677328695</id><published>2006-05-08T21:03:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2006-05-08T21:46:16.786+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Hanashanites</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Hanahanites-loyal followers of the Hagannah's dictator-&lt;a href="http://emshaz.livejournal.com/"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ms Hanashan&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"United we stand Divided we fall"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So this morning, Jacki, Beth, Mel, Gemma, Jess,  and I all spotted Ms. Hanahshan frolicking in the gardens with Mr. Haasdyk so naturally we decided we should bash down the locker room windows in an attempt to gain her attention...once we were spotted, she made a dash for it. Where to? She did not know. She ran, leaving a baffled Mr. Haasdyk behind, our mob soon surrounded the building, and swarmend the phone room...&lt;br /&gt;'1..3..9' Three numbers that led to our downfall, "Hello?" the dictator asked, panic stricken in her voice. "Ms. Hanashdftgajrh!gejkgeraafs!djsthgo!!!(*a communal breath was taken)Shanahsfcijevnergbvaiwefjnvaljiowr!!!" Footsteps. Growing louder and louder until we saw it. A slight wisp of boof hair from above. It was she. None other than Boof herself "ARGHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!", me and Jacki screamed scrambling out of the office with the rest of the mob as we climbed the locker room stairs in a desparate attempt of losing she, we called, "The Will". "Jacki..!" It had been too late. Jacki was spotted, she was a gonner; as for the rest of us, we scrambled and struggled to run further to the depths of the uniform store, hiding amongst the tents (aka the summer uniforms)"....and friends...." the boof announced...This was it, we had to turn and face her, the boof... as we decended down the stairs, each step we took revealed another foot of the teacher standing below. To our absolute relief, the boof had gone and the dictator was back...&lt;br /&gt;Well thats a bit of a story for ya. Sorry i couldnt be bothered finishing the story coz i suck at creatve writing and the rest of the story was us sucking up to numerous teachers in an effort to please Ms Shanahan. Basically she was like "(*laugh, laugh*) Girls, that was a very bad thing to do, you disrupted many teachers and i want you to make a formal apology to them." "noooo" and she was lke "well corby told me to give you arvos..so maybe ill just do that" and beth's like "You're lying shanny, we know, u suck at acting" and she is like "guys, just do it. To Mr Haasdyk Mr Corby and The Will" and i was like "but but Mr Haasdyk was laughing at us!" and shes like "yeh well he shuldnt hav been" (*she then laughed*) (*and then we laughed at her whole attempt of being angry*) and that was basically it. fun fun. the calls were gay, mr haasdyk came down and he was really sweet and like asked for all our names and thanked us and im like hah, but them the other 2 teachers vame down and they were full angry and stuff but uno it was all worth it for the embarassment we most probably had caused Shanny. classic&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7185916-114708877677328695?l=kcmai.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kcmai.blogspot.com/feeds/114708877677328695/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7185916&amp;postID=114708877677328695' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7185916/posts/default/114708877677328695'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7185916/posts/default/114708877677328695'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kcmai.blogspot.com/2006/05/hanashanites.html' title='Hanashanites'/><author><name>Casey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06419007795120755333</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://forums.sudhian.com/i/authorsicons/stewie_rev.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7185916.post-114241702539666382</id><published>2006-03-15T20:26:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2006-03-15T22:15:30.580+11:00</updated><title type='text'>I AM DISGUSTED WITH THE WORLD!!</title><content type='html'>I am so disgusted with the world. So lately, we have been talking about those 2 young (like 12 or 13 year old) girl twins who are totally like nationalists and racist. It’s sick, they have been brought up with pro-Nazi morals (they have twisted views of what happened during the Holocaust) and believe that Americans (and other white races) should keep their race white, and eliminate the black people from their country. This is a letter I found amusing from a girl who once met them (its not that important just sorta interesting/funny):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I know Lynx and Lamb. I was at the [NAME REDACTED] mall one day with my BFFs Kirsten and Jess and wer were just standing by Claire's waiting for Jess's ear to stop bleeding becuz she got another hole peirced (she has 14 holes in her left ear!) and this blond girl came up to us and asked us who we were. It was wierd becuz we didn't know her and she wanted top know who we were. So we told her and she told us her name was Lynx. And honestly I didn't laff. Honestly. But Kirsten kind of did. (Jess couldn't cuz she was kind of crying.) And she got a little mad but whatever. So she asked us if we went to school and we told her we did. She said she was homeschooled and Kirsten kind of laffed more becuz obvs homeschooled kids are total freakes. I just stood there and didnt do anything really. Oh, Lynx looked like a milkmaid. It was wierd. Anyway she said she was new in Bakersfield and she was looking for freinds which was wired becuz you don't really look for freinds, you just mnake them, you know? Anyway so that was wreid. (And Jess's ear was really bleeding at this point. She went ot the bathroom I think.) BUt we we like whatever. So we just staired at each other for awhile. Then another Lynx walked up to us but she said her name was Lamb. At this point Kirsten completly lost it and ran away. So I was standing there by myself with these two girls who looked like milkmaids looking at me with thier creepy blue eyes. TOTALLY creepy. IT was so deirw. Lamb said I was pretty and they were new in Bakersfield and they were just in the mall and whatever. She seemed more normal even tho her name was Lamb. Then Lynx was like I told them that already and got all crazy. I was like Lynx is TOTALLY the cunty one becuz with twins theres always a nice one and always a cunty one. I didnt' say that but that's what I thought,. Then Lynx asked me if had any black freinds. So I said yes becuz I'm totally in the drama club with An'gell. So Lynx spat on me and Lamb kicked me in the shin and they walked away. And I was just standing there. Kirsten wasn't around and JEss was still iun the bathroom. THEN, they turned around and called me n-lover, if you know what I mean. I can't write it becuz it's too awful. So I screamed milkmaid ho's at them, but they just walked away. So thats how I knew they were little racist bitches. I'm glad I know becuz if I ever see them again or in concert, I'll totally throw crap at them. Like bottles or something."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That’s it. Haha it is so American, “becuz obvs homeschooled kids are total freakes”. Anyways, these two girls, Lynx n Lamb have a band called “Prussian Blue” (which is named after like the gas they used in Nazi concentration camps) and they like have all these albums –AND- heaps of Americans actually buy their album and stuff which is so etch. They are fully creeping me out right now, I google-d them (coz I was interested and google=awesome) and i found this photo:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok well it wont let me add the foto :(. but wat it was is these 2 chicks ive been talking about and they are wearing this white tshirt with a yellow smiley face in the middle which has been customised to be a little smiley hitler. Complete with beard and hat sporting a wide grin = totally disturbing.&lt;br /&gt;go to this to see the photo: &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Image:American_band_Prussian_Blue.jpg"&gt;DISTURBING twins with Hitler Tshirts&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Man its sick. The thing is tho, they have been home schooled by their mum, who has been teaching them about white american civil rights and preservationalism (is that a word?) and so they hav these feelings passed from their mum and they think they are completely right. So i can't force my feelings and morals at them because how do we know what IS right? but just put it this way. I think it is so disgusting that so many people are racist in our world and i dont understand what gave white coloured people the automatic superiority over black people. where did this originate? The African Americans of America have just as much right as the caucasian americans (is that wat u wuld say?) to live there. Is this an uneducated statement? Im sorry if it is, im not really an expert on American history at all, so i cant fully make judgements, but whether one race was there first or watev, it really doesnt matter because no race whuld be superior to another, it makes absolutely no sence.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is so weird to see these two girls who look completely normal and to know there twisted views on society, its hard to believe they have so much racial hate inside of them. Beth or sum1 was telling me today that their mum was quoted as saying stuff like 'my girls are so pretty and i cant wait until they grow up so i can like exploit there beauty to change opinions'. She sed like, 'what 16 year old guy isnt interested in sex?' as if to imply that she wuldnt mind her daughters sleeping around because it wuld help to build/preach to others racial hate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;arghhh im just angry and needed to vent. arghhh its sick&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BTW. i dont believe these girls are old enuf to be blamed and hated for their views. Although i completely disagree with them on all accounts, i think if someone is to blame it should be their mother, who has imprinted her judgements and prejedices on to her daughters, who are now being merclessly hounded by press and media (rightfully), which is not really fair at that age, seeing as it is not their fault entirely. Following?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7185916-114241702539666382?l=kcmai.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kcmai.blogspot.com/feeds/114241702539666382/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7185916&amp;postID=114241702539666382' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7185916/posts/default/114241702539666382'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7185916/posts/default/114241702539666382'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kcmai.blogspot.com/2006/03/i-am-disgusted-with-world.html' title='I AM DISGUSTED WITH THE WORLD!!'/><author><name>Casey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06419007795120755333</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://forums.sudhian.com/i/authorsicons/stewie_rev.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7185916.post-114225018823317696</id><published>2006-03-13T22:09:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2006-03-14T22:40:26.396+11:00</updated><title type='text'>Crack Down Week Begins-dun dun dunnn</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;One term. One week. One special skool&lt;/strong&gt;....it could only mean-dun dun dunn-CRACK DOWN WEEK. Well today was the official launch of this terms crack down week. Crack down week is the week of school where school prefects are on special alert to find people, for their utter pleasure, who they can give detentions to. Its the double demerit road point weekend of skool. No warnings. Just detentions. As the prefects seize the moment running around frantically trying to find sumone to add to their list-in a hope that sum day, they too will go down in history of being the top button nazi (C-j) re-incanate, Bobby-Bri. There is one certain prefect, i know, who has taken the initiative to count each and every misdemeaner of the uniform as a warning and therefore finish with a detention. Eg. (for those who do not follow my ramble):&lt;br /&gt;I walk up to the gates and this certain girl says "Where is your panama hat?-warning #1" i proceed to make excuses, "top button-warning #2" i hmpth and do the choker up. Her eyes scout my uniform in a hope to somehow find that 3rd piece to the puzzle, which would award me a detention "socks are up-&lt;em&gt;Sorry&lt;/em&gt;, i have to give you a detention...Name." !! Btw-those who are foreign with roseville ways-normally if u are wearing the uniform incorrectly u get one warning for everthing at the one time. = you can't go from no warnings to a detention in the one gate passing. but not this girl. btw. i have not yet mastered the ways of those b4 me (cough*beth*cough) to get all three (and more eg. shoes not polished, hair band wrong colour, bracelets, earings etc) in the one bang, but someday...oh, someday..., so this was all just an example based on sum1 else.&lt;br /&gt;Yeh so we had announcements today in assembly and the Dep. got up and gave us a 10 min announcement on uniform (im dissapointed they didnt have a sketch :( ). I mean the Dep is quite a nice lady i like her, but i mean we are going one step forward two step backwards. one step being her arrival two seps back being going back to rules that reynolds enforced. Eg. We are not allowed to wear coloured hair ties or ribbons or clips, ONLY maroon.&lt;br /&gt;a) i dont own anything maroon and the hair ties i use dont even come in maroon!&lt;br /&gt;b) i think it absolutely ABSURD, that we cannot wear black (she specifically mentioned it) hair ties. if anything i would have thought them to be superior to maroon because they are camoflaged in dark brown and black hair.&lt;br /&gt;c) what is even the point of the whole coloured hair tie rule?&lt;br /&gt;i) the school just doesnt want outsiders seeing us with coloured hair ties&lt;br /&gt;aka. showing any sign of personality or fun.&lt;br /&gt;ii) we have the panama hat to cover them up outside school&lt;br /&gt;iii) r they really going to start giving us detentions for the colour of our hair tie!??&lt;br /&gt;iv) ITS A HAIR TIE PEOPLE!&lt;br /&gt;Yeh so crack down week started with a bang. Emma got sent home because she had a bad hair week. (she had previously bleached it blonde and then bleached it a auburny colour which didnt eacly work that well). yeh so buh bii emma. dont know when she is allowed back thru the roseville gates.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a different note. i was at softball prac this arvo and ali chap was like "hey guys there is a man over there walking around naked" and we were all like "haha yeh rite", but for some reason we all congregated together and watched intrigued by the matter. eventually a man (butt naked) ran from behind a bush into a front door while sort of side stepping, covering his personal anatomy, trying to hide from an entire team of softballers who were staring at him laughing our heads off. ok well im gonna go. cya&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7185916-114225018823317696?l=kcmai.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kcmai.blogspot.com/feeds/114225018823317696/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7185916&amp;postID=114225018823317696' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7185916/posts/default/114225018823317696'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7185916/posts/default/114225018823317696'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kcmai.blogspot.com/2006/03/crack-down-week-begins-dun-dun-dunnn.html' title='Crack Down Week Begins-dun dun dunnn'/><author><name>Casey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06419007795120755333</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://forums.sudhian.com/i/authorsicons/stewie_rev.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7185916.post-114168336289794226</id><published>2006-03-07T09:06:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2006-03-07T09:16:02.913+11:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>So im in business (1st) period and i so totally cant do the work, so here i am again, procrastinating my way thru the day.&lt;br /&gt;ahh english assessment 2moro, i hav 2 memorise like 3pages-which i have basically done just hav to learn to write quickly so i get it all down in 40 minutes. bahahahah mel didnt come 2 skool 2day rite, and if ur not at skool within 2days b4 an assessment then u need a doctors certificate. and she was just taking a day of for study...she is so dead. Mark:0&lt;br /&gt;Anyway um who are those mystery phantom tag boarders? seriously it is not me beth. my mind is not brilliant enuf 2 think of a brilliant name like 'gorga', 'phontin' or 'lots'. they are just pure gold.&lt;br /&gt;yeh so hoo eva u r can u actually do a normal comment (which contains full name country of origin and a brief biography of ur life thus far?) thanks.&lt;br /&gt;ummm next period i hav art...shuld b interesting. Janeway thinks up the most torcherous ways to bore us during art history ahhh... then it maths (=maths test bak woo) then i hav swimming 4 pe and i actually remembered my swimmers. OH MY GOSH! it was so funny the other day. the yr 12s were walking bhind this yr7 girl who was FULLY balling her eyes out crying and eventually they were like "wats the matter?" and the yr 7 was like "i-i-i  f-forgot  m-my towel a-and i have sw-swimming next..." and then staerted crying again. hahahahaha hilaruious. i remember in yr 7 beth and i got an arvo detention and beth started crying lol. and then there was that time that gem and i got a saturday detention and gemma was crying lol 9but i gotta admit i was VERY close to tears) i was trying to be &lt;em&gt;brave &lt;/em&gt;lol so i could cheer up gem. haha we were such weeners.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7185916-114168336289794226?l=kcmai.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kcmai.blogspot.com/feeds/114168336289794226/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7185916&amp;postID=114168336289794226' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7185916/posts/default/114168336289794226'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7185916/posts/default/114168336289794226'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kcmai.blogspot.com/2006/03/so-im-in-business-1st-period-and-i-so_07.html' title=''/><author><name>Casey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06419007795120755333</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://forums.sudhian.com/i/authorsicons/stewie_rev.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7185916.post-114008098122918682</id><published>2006-02-16T20:08:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2006-02-16T20:09:41.576+11:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>This is a generalisation, but is it just me, or does every teenager in melbourne feel that they are, like, gangsta?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7185916-114008098122918682?l=kcmai.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kcmai.blogspot.com/feeds/114008098122918682/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7185916&amp;postID=114008098122918682' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7185916/posts/default/114008098122918682'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7185916/posts/default/114008098122918682'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kcmai.blogspot.com/2006/02/this-is-generalisation-but-is-it-just.html' title=''/><author><name>Casey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06419007795120755333</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://forums.sudhian.com/i/authorsicons/stewie_rev.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7185916.post-113999358643352835</id><published>2006-02-15T19:26:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2006-02-15T22:54:25.090+11:00</updated><title type='text'>My Day + a few flashbacks</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;1st Period= Art w. Janeway:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, after getting to school and trudging off to Art i was told by Beth "Don't worry casey! Janeway barely notices when we are late. She doesnt even care!" Famous last words. Because the first words out of Janeway's mouth was "Go get a late note". The rest of the period was OK, basically jusy summarising all this crud.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;2nd Period= English w. the Fletch:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;English was as boring as ever. I basically just put my head on my desk and pretended not to listen except occasionally shooting my hand up (while my head is still down on the desk) and answering the question to prove i'm not dumb and i can actually participate in class discussions whether awake or not. This routine should only take place for a few more weeks (Parent-teacher interviews are coming up), then i will feel free to sleep through the whole lesson.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Recess:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nothing majorly exciting happened at recess today. But i will use this opportunity to tell you about yesterday at lunch. It. was. absolutely. disgusting. Ok. so im sitting on Vandy Jr with my friends talking about wateva crap that pops into our tiny heads and suddenly everyone starts screaming, so obviously i join in, totally freaking my self out in the process. once we all settle down i find out that Jess has proceeded to-get this- SNORT philidelphia. It was gross and heinous even tho that word in this context does not work, but that is wat it was. I was mid way thru eating a banana and one look at jess's white nose made me gag. Looking around i saw i wasnt the only one. Jacki looked horrified and sick too. Meanwhile Jess and Ali thinks it's 'hilarious' and continue to snort philedelphia. it was sick. id almost expect that behaviour from jess but Ali!? u have degraded urself/soiled yourself in my social ladder. that was too gross for words. THEN mr. barnes came up the stairs and started a friendly convo while we were all ushering him into his little house (music house). ew. after that we barred jess who didnt even bother to go hose her very existance down after that little show. ew.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;3rd Period=Christian Studies w. Mrs. ?:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had a weird lesson. I accidentally-on-purpose fell asleep, right? About 45 minutes later i was awoken by Jess, Hannah and Beth screaming my name and as i popped up and looked around i came face to face with Mrs ?. It was so sketch coz the whole lesson (it took me until this arvo to remember it) i had been having this really BAD nightmare. And i think it might be reaccuring. It starts with me on a bus with my friends and then i notice that this guy is in front of me (this guy i used to know hoo like TOTALLY freaks me out now) and next thing i know i totally freak out and he was about to do something when i was woken up. It may not sound scary, but i dunno, like in dreams every feeling is like escalated (me thinks). Yeh so this dream sorta creeped me out for the rest of the day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;4th Period=Business w. the Irish lady!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yay 4 business. It cheered me up. We didnt do too much but it is still enjoyable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Lunch:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok so my mind is blank. I can't remember what happened at lunch, BUT, i can tell u about recess yesterday. (lol this probz shuld have been in the recess section and philly face shuldve been in this section if that makes sence, but watev, yah?) So we were sitting having recess all being compassionate to Ellen and her love life when all of a sudden Mr O'Brien appears at Vandy Jr's stairs and we suddenly shut up and he's like 'what?'. Then he noticed that Ellen was crying and we let him in on the story (lol) and he started giving her love advice (eg. say 'sorry', get back with him so that he gives you a big box of chocolates and then when he least expects it, dump him.!) lol, he's so funny. I like that he's my maths teacher. man, i have the best teachers this year. ANYWAY, it was classic coz then he and jacki started ranting about how they were going to cry during H&amp;A that night (*for reasons unknown to me) and yeh so pretty funny lunch. Ha! I just realised something. This is the only diary-like space that i do not write about my eating habbits! And not bcoz its a blog, i guess its bcoz our group is so darn funny at lunch and recess that i 4get everything else. Excellent.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;5th Period=Maths w. the man from Chima himself, Mr. O'Brien&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well there was a test today (or as Mr O'Brien called it, an exam, to the petrified Yr 7's outside), and i got like 96% (=a merit! ohh yeh, suk it gemma). But b4 u think im smart i shuld say the test was like general standard-pretty easy. Nevertheless, i was proud and i had little Piglet on my desk for good luck (i can't remember what Mr. O'Brien calls Piglet but it was a cute name). Beth had the mohawked duckling.&lt;br /&gt;Blogging later&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7185916-113999358643352835?l=kcmai.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kcmai.blogspot.com/feeds/113999358643352835/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7185916&amp;postID=113999358643352835' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7185916/posts/default/113999358643352835'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7185916/posts/default/113999358643352835'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kcmai.blogspot.com/2006/02/my-day-few-flashbacks.html' title='My Day + a few flashbacks'/><author><name>Casey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06419007795120755333</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://forums.sudhian.com/i/authorsicons/stewie_rev.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7185916.post-113919897633573925</id><published>2006-02-06T15:03:00.001+11:00</published><updated>2006-02-11T13:45:17.086+11:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>so this weekend a young boy died in my neighbourhood and the whole community came together to celebrate his life and farewell him on sunday at a makeshift memorial service. our little church was packed out and it was just so sad to see everyone gathering in boring little davidson where suddenly such a disaster happened.&lt;br /&gt;Everywhere you go you hear different facts and different people who knew the young boy. It's amazing how word spreads and also how in our community, everyone does actually know each other some how. "he went to my school" "i know his sister" "he went to my church" "he is in my youth group" "he lives in my street" "he went to my primary school" etc etc. i am so overcome with grief and sadness and i dont even though the boy that well. its just so hard to think about such a young boy dying, leaving his family heartbroken and his friends distraught. i can only pray for the family and the young man who hit the boy as they seek to live on without Shant in their lives.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7185916-113919897633573925?l=kcmai.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kcmai.blogspot.com/feeds/113919897633573925/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7185916&amp;postID=113919897633573925' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7185916/posts/default/113919897633573925'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7185916/posts/default/113919897633573925'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kcmai.blogspot.com/2006/02/so-this-weekend-young-boy-died-in-my.html' title=''/><author><name>Casey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06419007795120755333</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://forums.sudhian.com/i/authorsicons/stewie_rev.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7185916.post-113776505366558094</id><published>2006-01-21T00:06:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2006-01-21T00:50:53.733+11:00</updated><title type='text'>Bak 2 Skool, Bak 2 Skool</title><content type='html'>Oh. My. Gosh. So alot has been happening recently. and the new year started off with a bang...of fireworks! na that's lame but pun intended for those who understand. anyways so went to fiji. came back from fiji. went to lake mac. came bak from lake mac. went to hawksburry river. came back from hawksburry river.&lt;br /&gt;all was fun. anyways, there is now like a week and a half left of holidays. ino. it has gone sooo so quickly :(. but anyways im looking forward to school. seeing people, starting classes, getting organised, turning a new leaf (of being attentive in class) which will last all of about the first 10 minutes of period one. also i cant wait 4 peer support xcept for the fact that i hav to do term 3. argh! the yr 7s will be annoying by that stage. anyways also looking forward to softball w. gem, i have so many funny memories of my softball years at rosie. not that i can even play the game myself. anyway, its so annoyin, i full get like excited bout going bak to school for the year and then u get to school and every single year i expect like a welcoming parade where mrs colin runs out of her office throwing candy at the eager children and we all get Bak 2 Skool presents and stuff, but noooo EVERY YEAR the same thing happens. our year is told that it is a dud and therefore gets the dud lockers in and even crummier locker room (eg. maths block building or wateva its called the donaldson building or sumthing of the like) and we look at our noticeboard which is empty except for a small note which reads sumthing like 'first class is blah room 18 for mrs blah's class and room M02 for mr blahs class and so forth. then we go to the stupid class where we are given our timetale then they ask us to get our textbooks out (u heard me) and start exercise 3.14. half the class ends up coming to class half and hour late after they have to go back to the crummy locker room to get their textbook (which they forgot on account of it was 'our first day') and then go back and forth between locker room and class room until everyone has everything that they were supposed to bring except for the people like me who figure 'y bring books to the first day of school altogether?' then we are bak to square one where we r given a lecture about all bringing books to class no matter what day it is and then all the rules of that partyicular teacher hav to b revised. then when there is like 5 minutes left to class we all chuckle to ourselves because the teacher has ranted all lesson and so we didnt hav time to start the textbook work anyway. but then, (oh dont think this is finished) we look to the board after hearing the squeaking of the faulty whiteboard markers which are barely visible on the board and which we pay, oh i dont know, $15 g a year to maintain, and to our absolute hooro we see the following:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Complete Pg. 367 Exercise 3.14, 3.15 and Check Your Understanding Qestions 1-16. Read pages 368-371, complete questions 1-5 in Test Yourself and Exercises 3.16-3.18. Oh, and don't forget to have a good first day back."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Completely syphco much? yeh so im left sitting ast the table my eyes wide my mouth left slightly agape questioning whether this is all sum sick joke and meanwhile my other teachers are preparing separate torcherous homework for me coz all teachers hav a philosophy that they shuld giv homework on account of no other teacher would give homework on the first day back. but what they dont seem to understand is that they all think alike and we end up getting 6 seperate chunks of hw to do!! argh annoying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways. im still looking forward to school, i live in hope of my candyland fantasy u see.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;naa i guess i love school (dont quote me on this within a week of school, k). i love the structure of it, the fun we have at lunchtimes, vandy, our modern class (which im so excited about-coz it is practically just my group and a few randoms. so i predict lots of controversial political opinions and topics to arise this year. spesh with the new teacher, she will not've known what hit her, and i shall clearly tell her "mel".), our art class (i cant wait to test janeys patience-coz im getting the feeling she's a bit of a push over...also working on my rep coz right now she's like "i love hanan and bef, they r my class stars" (which they r like soooo not) she just wont give the rest of us time to leave an impression hm.) anyways and lots of other things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Buh bi everyone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Bak 2 skool, bak 2 skool,&lt;br /&gt;to prove to dad that im not a fool.&lt;br /&gt;ive got my lunch packed up, my shoes tied tight, i hope tha i wont get in a fight.&lt;br /&gt;Ohh! Bak 2 skool bak 2 skool bak 2...skool" -good old adam sandler&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7185916-113776505366558094?l=kcmai.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kcmai.blogspot.com/feeds/113776505366558094/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7185916&amp;postID=113776505366558094' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7185916/posts/default/113776505366558094'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7185916/posts/default/113776505366558094'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kcmai.blogspot.com/2006/01/bak-2-skool-bak-2-skool.html' title='Bak 2 Skool, Bak 2 Skool'/><author><name>Casey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06419007795120755333</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://forums.sudhian.com/i/authorsicons/stewie_rev.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7185916.post-113149937814392418</id><published>2005-11-09T12:10:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2005-11-09T12:22:58.156+11:00</updated><title type='text'>Back, but not for long...</title><content type='html'>Hey.&lt;br /&gt;How r ya all, or lack of. Haha, nevermind. Um school certificate finished yesters and so today we have a trial examination of CPT! Aragh it was so boring and useless and stupid (easy) and and a complete waste of time and a whole lot of other words that are pesimistic. Anyway, the exam time is for like an hour and a quarter and like everyone finished in the first half hour oir so so now we are just all just doing nuthin waiting for the lunch bell. Im listening to Hallelujiah right now. Sorry bout this post btw, i realise it is quite boring but what u gonna do...&lt;br /&gt;um...everyone seems to be playing mindless games on the computer to pass the time until lunch.&lt;br /&gt;Oh! After lunch we start peer support training, im wit mel and juz, shuld b kinda fun.&lt;br /&gt;Um...i am at a loss for what to say. Maybe thats y  stopped blogging?&lt;br /&gt;Oh! For the first two periods we watched umm "Room with a View", it was sorta weird but there was like this porn seen when three guys were running around fully naked! the camera wasnt even trying to hide it, if anything they were like flaunting the explicitness by making the men jump around and reveal all! Ew. It was disgusting but hilariious. Jacki is watching it right now, classic.&lt;br /&gt;Um...yester day on the bus, beth was like, in this like skewed voice "Ohh im casey im like a leech whenever i want money i just ask my parents, ill never get a real job"then suddenly the guy infront of us turned behind and with THE CREEPIEST VOICE EVER and sed "Shuuuttttupppppp....!!!"we all started like screaming and laughing as he turned back around. it was this really old guy who had chimed into our convo and like scared us to death haha gold.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;argh, i having buthing more to say...im gonna go do sumthing else to pass thetime. Cya later...like if ever...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love Casey&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7185916-113149937814392418?l=kcmai.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kcmai.blogspot.com/feeds/113149937814392418/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7185916&amp;postID=113149937814392418' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7185916/posts/default/113149937814392418'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7185916/posts/default/113149937814392418'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kcmai.blogspot.com/2005/11/back-but-not-for-long.html' title='Back, but not for long...'/><author><name>Casey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06419007795120755333</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://forums.sudhian.com/i/authorsicons/stewie_rev.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7185916.post-112375599913764389</id><published>2005-08-11T19:59:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2005-08-11T20:26:39.143+10:00</updated><title type='text'>I should name my blog at the end, but i'll probably 4get.</title><content type='html'>Well. Well, well, well i am. random. it just came out. so many things have been happening recently...mostly just personal randomness, but sum cool things hav happened aswell.  Ne ways, 2day my year went on a science excursion to the Powerhouse museum and the IMAX. What's weird is, i don't know whether i enjoyed it or not. it just sorta went by past me eyes. really weird. it was strange.&lt;br /&gt;yesterday was even stranger. wat with people appearing behind lockers with no recollection of ever being there, a 5 minute gap of my life missing and ceiny was so scared of mrs. boof, that she fell down a flight of stairs and the next thing we know she has an ankle cast thingymajig.&lt;br /&gt;my kitty cat isn't well. :( she is staying over night at the vet 2nite. she has, wat feels like, a balloon in her tummy. its sad, i hope she's ok. the doctor thinks it is this fatal illness that kittens can sometimes get. I'll pray that it isn't.&lt;br /&gt;i've been on study overload lately. last wkend, my study regime officially started. 9-5 i worked on maths on saturday, and then more maths on sunday, and every nitght so far this week i hav been cramming more maths study in.  It just doesn't end! i'm hoping 2 finish my maths by 2morro night, so i can get straight in to english on saturday, but no such luck really. after getting home from skool and having a shower and stuff, i'll be off to sg social. ive got CPT on sunday and it goes on from there. i can't wait untill exams are over.&lt;br /&gt;my dad went to this skool 2day in bondi where the student's uniform was like really modern and funky. like they had white track pants for sport and for norm. skool jumper they had a hoodie, and all these other cool uniform styles.&lt;br /&gt;Does everyone else luv gwen stefani's new "Cool" song? i dont really like her music generally that much, but i really like this one. its a bit different. omgosh, im really luving "last train home" by lost prophets aswell. Am i really behind in the times? this might've come out ages ago for all i no.&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, 1st period 2morro is commerce-i get my report bak yay. its so annoying, right, every single commerce test/report/essay writing, i am in between the smartest girls in the class, han n jules, and so im struggling just to determine what the question is asking of me, while, meanwhile, i can here the scratching of pens from either side of me, scurrying along writing their 3rd page or something. Then, as if to make it prominent that she is finished and i havnt even started yet, Han throws her pen to the table, which it hits with a bang, announcing to the class, that, of course SHE is finished. Then, she sits with her arms crossed with a smug look on her face, occasdionally checking her watch to see how much longer she must wait.&lt;br /&gt;well maybe im exaggerating a bit, it's sorta a big joke. she deliberately does it to annoy me now. anyways, i can't blame her; if i didn't sit next to her and julz, i would get atleast 15 marks lower in tests and exams , than what i would get if i was sitting next to kat, for example.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i found out something very interesting recently, but sorry, i can't share it with u. i'll just rub ur nose in it. Sorry bout this blog btw. i realise i've been blabbing on about pointless things in my life, but thanks for baring with me.&lt;br /&gt;untill next time, lots of luv, Casey.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7185916-112375599913764389?l=kcmai.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kcmai.blogspot.com/feeds/112375599913764389/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7185916&amp;postID=112375599913764389' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7185916/posts/default/112375599913764389'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7185916/posts/default/112375599913764389'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kcmai.blogspot.com/2005/08/i-should-name-my-blog-at-end-but-ill.html' title='I should name my blog at the end, but i&apos;ll probably 4get.'/><author><name>Casey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06419007795120755333</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://forums.sudhian.com/i/authorsicons/stewie_rev.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7185916.post-111969062283278644</id><published>2005-06-25T18:54:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2005-06-25T19:10:22.876+10:00</updated><title type='text'>random stuff 2day</title><content type='html'>hey y'all! School's out!!!!!!!!! How fun! well to finish the school term yesterday i went iceskating, then came home....and went ice skating again....!&lt;br /&gt;n e ways, as nerdy as this is gonna sound, im so happy coz mrs. mckenzie burnt me macromedia flash onto a CD so in the holidays i can play around with that practising 4 my project nxt term! how fun-i cant wait roll my friend's heads across the scxreen in spiralling motions adding all sorts of crap-its gonna be funny....&lt;br /&gt;anyways, today i went shopping wit mum n dad and i got 2 pairs of glasses and ordered contacts, then we went to DJs and i full felt like a gay man coz i was picking up (seriously) about 50 tops all getting stacked on my shoulders and was bringing them to the male change rooms and was like "too gay, too many horizontal stripes, pink= secure, the purple goes great with those pants and the cut suits you, the orange stitching will go with the orange top, the jacket's slimming, too dark-it'll blend with the pants, too indian, too pink..." lol...it was fun. I was thinking that maybe their should be a stall at the mall where u can hire a gay escort to help men shop, or hav a fashion label called "QI" as in Queer eye, as in gay, as in good fashion sence.&lt;br /&gt;n e ways i got sum PJs for myself (they're pink n poca dotti) and i went to george and saw mel's dress...and then later mum and i were walking towards Review and we saw Sharon sitting on the seat then we stopped and talked for a while...then kaye and Karl came and we all started talking (yay i hadnt seen karl in ages) and then dad came out of another entrance (he was supposed to meet us in Myer but he just happened to come out of DJs and saw us out the front-major coincidence again seeing as he got lost) and came straight up to us. so that probs didnt make sence but it was wak. n e ways, i best go cook me din dins. cya&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7185916-111969062283278644?l=kcmai.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kcmai.blogspot.com/feeds/111969062283278644/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7185916&amp;postID=111969062283278644' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7185916/posts/default/111969062283278644'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7185916/posts/default/111969062283278644'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kcmai.blogspot.com/2005/06/random-stuff-2day.html' title='random stuff 2day'/><author><name>Casey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06419007795120755333</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://forums.sudhian.com/i/authorsicons/stewie_rev.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7185916.post-111736749754930081</id><published>2005-05-29T21:40:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2005-05-29T21:51:37.560+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Past weekends: Midnight strolls, ice skating, late nights and bumming</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Well, alot has been happening recently, some good things and some bad... but this is just a lil recap of my last few weeks...what i've been up 2 on the wkends...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;2 weeks ago:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Friday&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After coming home from school (bowling!) I went to small group which was a nice way to finish the school week…Its so fun just catching up. Neways we had TWO packets of tasty jacks (ohhhhyehh) and boy were they good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Saturday&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My friend and I were planning to go to the mall (coz she had just won a bet to guess what time and date our friend’s baby would be born and so she got $310). But at the last minute her parents told her that they had to go spread their grandpa’s ashes over the ocean and so had to bail. But all was good coz instead mum and I did some dam good quality shopping. Quality over quantity this time. We went op-shopping first of all in neutral bay and Mosman and then we went to Birkenhead point where I got a teal (teal is SO the new orange) little cardigan from Table 8 (under the table), then I was looking at those boots in sportsgirl but they were REALLY uncomfortable…then I went to this really funky shoe shop and bought a pair of boots that were SOOO SO comfy and looked so mad and were only $50 and had just been featured in Vogue for $350…so im like ‘woooo!’!! Neways…then we went formal dress shopping and mum and I were just about to give up when we suddenly saw ‘Dun-an-dun-aa’ HARTS!! So we had a look in there and I tried on a few pretty dresses and then I found a dress that looked perfect on me and it was really pretty and elegant and I was like ‘yayayayay!’ and mum was like ‘yayayayay!’ and then we were bother like ‘yayayayay!!’ and so we bought it! So now I just have to get a date, and accessorize of course!&lt;br /&gt;An hour later I went to my friend’s house and my mate drove us up to Glenrose where we bought the Incredibles (only bcoz we were under age to buy the exorcist and it wasn’t in the right format) and we bought sum lollies for the night ahead.&lt;br /&gt;For the rest of the night (her parents were out btw) we watched the Incredibles (which we didn’t finish coz we got bored), went in the spa, watched Monty Python, made Nachos and ate lollies, talked and, the infamous night time stroll.&lt;br /&gt;It was precisely 11:57 pm when Rach (my buddy) and I got out of the spa and into our PJ’s and decided to take a walk (…in our Pj’s). We were just strolling along, the occasional drunk (in a car) zooming past, talking and occasionally looking at people going to parties (people were ARRIVING still! open house ones at like midnight). We had walked a fair way away from Rach’s house and it was so weird because I had never seen this particular part of Belrose before, I was completely lost. Neways luckily Rach knew where she was explaining that she jogged this path with her dad in the mornings.&lt;br /&gt;“Here, this is the shortcut, I nearly missed it.” Rachel said pointing into the darkness.&lt;br /&gt;We had been walking on the road so although it was dark, we still occasionally had a street light to aid us in the correct direction. But where Rach was pointing all I could see was a few rocks in the foreground then some trees, then absolute darkness.&lt;br /&gt;I followed a few feet behind Rachel with my arms out in front of me, into the darkness focusing my eyes on what I could see, trying not to walk into something or fall. We kept bush bashing until we got to a small rocky path surrounded by big trees and darkness. It was eerily silent and to break it, I made a joke about how Narrabeen always had condoms in the bushes from all the couple having sex there (I know, its gross-its sort of a pj coz we used to always go there 2gether wit our families). Suddenly, Rachel’s foot steps stopped and she let out a high pitched scream. When I heard her I did the same and screamed. The next thing I knew she bolted past me and so I followed not knowing what was going on. I ran so fast at first that I bolted past her, I was sooooo scared of what she saw or felt or heard or whatever that I expected the worst and was just running towards any form of light hoping that I wouldn’t trip or run into something in the darkness and hoping that Rach was behind me. I was too scared to turn back but I heard Rachel scream “Keep running!”.  I had never run as fast as I did then in my whole life-it’s sort of like when a shark is chasing you, you would swim abnormally fast because you are just so petrified. It was like that. I just kept running with Rachel for, I think, 300 metres until we had reached the top of the nearest hill turned the corner and we could hear a nearby party. As we stood, gasping for air, Rachel stuttered:”S-someone was in the b-bushes Casey, and I think someone might’ve been behind the caravan aswell.” Rachel told me. “I swear they were chasing us…”. We both looked back and both started running again at the same time, this time we only got 50 m, maybe because we were already breathless, or maybe because we weren’t as scared now and couldn’t run as fast. As we went past an open house party we were tempted to go in coz we were so scared it/he/she was still chasing us. We decided to walk quickly, occasionally jogging back home, and once we were home we locked the doors and rested. It was no joke, the scariest moment of my life. It may not sound too scary, but the first 50 m was terrifying coz I had no idea what was happening, I was just running my heart out.&lt;br /&gt;When we got home, we spent the night recalling ghost stories and scary things that had happened in our childhoods.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Sunday&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dan, Rach and I went shopping and Ice skating at Macquarie. It was fun, I love ice skating, except I got a blister which sucks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Last weekend:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;Friday&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Some friend's families came over to celebrate my mum's bday, which was nice, we all just talked in the bar.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;Saturday&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;Mum and I went shopping, then we went to a play called "Minefeilds and Miniskirts" at glenstreet and then I went to Meg's party which was fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Sunday&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the morning i went to Karl's house for brekky to celebrate her bday with the Verkerk's (karlie's fam fam), mum and i, the Humphrises (Rach and dan's famfam) and laura. We then decided to do a bushwalk (woopee.). it was SOOOOO long~! We walked from Bantry bay to Seaforth then back along wakehurst parkway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;This past weekend:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Saturday (night) and Sunday&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, what a night it was. It started with Karlie and I arriving at Rach and Dan’s house at 5. Micheal was already there and Rach’s parents were going out and so once they left, we ordered chinese food. After dinner we watched the movie ‘Club Dread’ (a bit like ‘Scary Movie’) and then afterwards we watched ‘Deadbirds’ (a horror movie). It was midnight and Rach’s parents had come home and went to bed. Danielle followed, then Rach, until it was just Karl, Mike and I watching ‘Rage’ on the TV. Karlie and I decided to creep upstairs and go to bed because it was 1:30am and we were so tired. Mike had to sleep downstairs coz he wasn’t allowed to sleep with us. About 10 minutes later (I was just about asleep) Karlie’s phone beeped indicating a message. She looked at it and it was like ‘Can u guyz come down, the room under the stairs is making noises and im fricken scared’. We laughed and Rach woke up. About 12 messages later Karlie’s phone rang and she picked it up. Guess who? Micheal. He was getting soo annoying, we were just too tired. The conversation consisted of “Can you guys come downstairs?….No…..Please?…..No, you come upstairs……Can you come down?….No…..Please?…. No!” and Karl hung the phone up. 2 sec later the phone rang again. Rach and I were laughing bcoz he was so pathetic, 10 minutes later we were threatening him with ‘Come up or shut up’. (my catchy slogan might I add). As Karl and him kept reasoning with each other over the phone rach and I started trying to get the phone off Karl so we could hang it up. We couldn’t get it off her and eventually he hung up. He was so funny yet so annoying. Then Rach was like, “guys, im hungry, wanna go down stairs and then we’ll go to Michael’s room?” we agreed and crept down the stairs (coz we didn’t wanna wake the parentals up, but karl and rach tripped on a coat hanger and it clinked and then I stepped on this big creak). We then went into Michael’s room as Rach ate boiled rice (yuk) at 3:30 in the morning. We spoke to him for a while until we realised he wasn’t wearing anything under the covers so we ran back upstairs. Not even a minute had passed and Karl’s phone rang again…“Hello?…..Yous wanna come in the spa wif me?…..what! No…well, look out ya window (he’s a country bloke-he has a country accent)…..O-m-gosh…” Michael was in the spa-naked- at 3:30 in the morning! We were like “What!?”! Eventually he put his boxers on and came upstairs and slept in Karl’s bed and we all talked until 5:45 in the morning, when Ray (Rach’s dad) came in and was like “Are you-are you STILL awake!? Is Micheal in here by any chance…..(we sed yeh)…..Where are you? (the lights were off)…(micheal sed he was on the carpet in between me and karl even tho he was in the bed wit karl….lucky ray didn’t turn the light on) and then he was like “Out! Now!”…they both left and we all fell asleep straight away.&lt;br /&gt;We all woke at 11:30 the next morning and we cooked pancakes and had a dishwashing foam fight in the kitchen (to Glenda’s (rachs mum) horror), and we bummed around outside, occasionally walking into the neighbours house with Kayla. We walked up to Shell and got an ice cream and then when we got back Karl and I had to go home coz Glenda needed to take Micheal back to school (he boards).&lt;br /&gt;Yeh, so today and last nite was so much fun….but I can’t afford to go to bet that late (or early (6am)) every Saturday coz I was so dead 2nite that I didn’t go to church….which sucked coz I wanted to go coz last week I was at a friends church and so havnt been to stevos in a while but at the same time I just didn’t wanna move. Then I looked at the time and it was nearly 7 so that made up mi mind for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well I better get back to mi History HW,&lt;br /&gt;Luv Casey&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7185916-111736749754930081?l=kcmai.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kcmai.blogspot.com/feeds/111736749754930081/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7185916&amp;postID=111736749754930081' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7185916/posts/default/111736749754930081'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7185916/posts/default/111736749754930081'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kcmai.blogspot.com/2005/05/past-weekends-midnight-strolls-ice.html' title='Past weekends: Midnight strolls, ice skating, late nights and bumming'/><author><name>Casey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06419007795120755333</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://forums.sudhian.com/i/authorsicons/stewie_rev.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7185916.post-111329154463528360</id><published>2005-04-12T17:37:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2005-04-12T17:39:04.636+10:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;(*Insert popping sound, made by Casey's mouth*)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7185916-111329154463528360?l=kcmai.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kcmai.blogspot.com/feeds/111329154463528360/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7185916&amp;postID=111329154463528360' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7185916/posts/default/111329154463528360'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7185916/posts/default/111329154463528360'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kcmai.blogspot.com/2005/04/insert-popping-sound-made-by-caseys.html' title=''/><author><name>Casey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06419007795120755333</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://forums.sudhian.com/i/authorsicons/stewie_rev.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7185916.post-111305771579856368</id><published>2005-04-10T00:23:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2005-04-10T00:53:34.240+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Well then</title><content type='html'>Stupi computer with its stupi programs trying to stuff all the stupi things up! I dyed my hair pink, well partially, and i took a photo but HELLO isnt working! grrr....N e ways, its kinda the same as last time except my fringe is brighter. The back stuffed up again. Instead of going pink it went redy brown coz my hair was too dark for it too change radically. That's why my fringe always goes so bright bcoz it is really blonde. N e ways, bummer about the pik....Im so excited! 2morro i have heaps of relitives coming ova coz its my Pops 80th bday party. Its gonna b fun coz i havnt seen them all since i was like 2 and they r all gonna b like "Why hello, fine lady, wot is your name and relation to the, hermmm, hinde family?" and ill b like "Casey, and im Ron's elegent yet ravishing granddaughter" and they'll be like "Oh Fartparticles! You mean Casey Mai? Why, i havnt seen you since you were a little ticker. Oh! and how you have grown! (insert grandma cheek wobbling gesture), Oh! and your hair! Its......PINK!"....Ahhh, i could go on for ever...random, sorry bout that script thing i just did. Neways i better slow down and take a new paragraph bcoz i can imagine beth getting annoyed right now, coz she once told me off for not using proper sentence and paragraph structure, on account of 'her eyes hurt'.. Hoo cares, its a blog! Fine, ill do it.Whoa! Its like a revelation. neways, i started a new paragraph and realised i hav nothing else to say. great. well then. ill see ya'll later. Happy holidays for those who hav them. Cya, casey.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7185916-111305771579856368?l=kcmai.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kcmai.blogspot.com/feeds/111305771579856368/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7185916&amp;postID=111305771579856368' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7185916/posts/default/111305771579856368'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7185916/posts/default/111305771579856368'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kcmai.blogspot.com/2005/04/well-then.html' title='Well then'/><author><name>Casey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06419007795120755333</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://forums.sudhian.com/i/authorsicons/stewie_rev.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7185916.post-111156238348568655</id><published>2005-03-23T18:00:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2005-03-23T18:19:43.490+11:00</updated><title type='text'>School, "Coffee" and Plans</title><content type='html'>&lt;table id="HB_Mail_Container" height="100%" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" width="100%" border="0" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr height="100%" width="100%" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;td id="HB_Focus_Element" valign="top" width="100%" background="" height="250" unselectable="off"&gt;Well today was...Wednesday~! N e ways, Ms. Elain Collin gave my CPT class a huge box of rose chocolates and coz there is only like 9 people in my class we all got 8 chocolates each...mm....English was 2nd and i was still eating my chocolates and it was funny coz Mrs Bedford (is that her name? im having a mental blank) really loves the movie we're watching, To Kill A Mockingbird. and it was hilarious coz she's full like "Everybody be quite, you're ruining the moment for me" and so the wrappers of the chocolates were making a really annoying scrunching sound and afta a while she turned around as was like "Who is that!!!??" and i diverted her gaze then i waited like 10 sec (she was watching the movie again) and did this massive scrunching noise (like i rolled the wrapper in my palm for the maximum effect) and she's like "Stop it!!!!!!" You had to be there. Lol, recess was OK then i had crapple. It was OK aswell, we had this art guy who came and like illistrated the bible to us, he was sorta kool. n e ways 3rd period was graffiti then we had science where we gave in our assessments and did a mini presentation, and jacki is complaining that Mrs. Haasdyk was biest towards our whole group coz she sed sumthing bad about us all. It was so funny! She sed about Jess "Well, Jess isn't normal" haha she took offence. Anyways, lunch was detention. I fell asleep and had a pleasant dream about counting steps walking thru glenrose-really random. Anyways Maths was 5th and Geog was 6th and we had the dumbest test-argh! Afta skool i went to Woolies and met up wif Telissa and we bought chocolate 2gether yum.. then i met up wif Kristen and we had "coffee" which was nice. Wen i got home i had a letter from my school rite and ill giv u a quote from it, 1 sec..."I am now writing to ask all our current families who have not yet donated to this appeal to consider a donation of $10 000 or more" I mean isn't that a tad ovr tha top!? Im not gonna even b at roseville to use the new facility! As if! Sumone's gonna b calling ova the next week to make sure we're gonna donate-its so BAD. STUPID SKOOL~!&lt;br /&gt;OMGosh! im so excited-friday nite my group is going to a movie marathon! im so excited ive never done 1 b4!! wooo and also 2morro night mel, bef and i r having our own passover but wif modern food like lamb sag and naan (indian) instead of roast lam and yeastless bread. then junkfood ov course. yayay!! cya l8er&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr hb_tag="1" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;td style="FONT-SIZE: 1pt" height="1" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;div id="hotbar_promo"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7185916-111156238348568655?l=kcmai.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kcmai.blogspot.com/feeds/111156238348568655/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7185916&amp;postID=111156238348568655' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7185916/posts/default/111156238348568655'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7185916/posts/default/111156238348568655'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kcmai.blogspot.com/2005/03/school-coffee-and-plans.html' title='School, &quot;Coffee&quot; and Plans'/><author><name>Casey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06419007795120755333</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://forums.sudhian.com/i/authorsicons/stewie_rev.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7185916.post-111114955332581361</id><published>2005-03-18T23:09:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2005-03-18T23:39:13.330+11:00</updated><title type='text'>The Procrastionation Begins...</title><content type='html'>&lt;table id="HB_Mail_Container" height="100%" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" width="100%" border="0" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr height="100%" width="100%" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;td id="HB_Focus_Element" valign="top" width="100%" background="" height="250" unselectable="off"&gt;Well hello-here i am again. I should be starting my Commerce assessment, due on monday might i add, but i felt the need to blog about my fun day.&lt;br /&gt;It all started at Recess where i can't remember what i did but i'm sure it was grand. Then after recess we had the Karaoke competition-which was SOO fun! Beth was singing for her tutor group, and she sang Eternal flame-which i would've loved to sing!! :( N eways, i couldnt really here beth coz i think the mic was stuffed up. Coz apparently Sammy G wasn't heard-maybe it was the same mic? N e ways i was the grease dude-John Travolta- so im like "I got chills, their multyplying, and i'm losing control...Coz the power, you're supplying, It's ELECTRIFYING!!" It was so much fun! They havn't announced the winner yet, but i think it shuld b Mrs. Boshier's TG. Then again-i think that my tutor Group was really good (im not bias...hehe). but seriously-we were the only group who had soloists! Like come on-it's karaoke. Duets ARE NOT GOOD ENUF!! n e ways afterward everyone like fully bolted to class coz we had an english assessment. OMGosh! it was soooooooooooooooo bad. I had to write a speech, right? and like the first 4 paragraphs i was just summarising the texts/videos and then i was going to write how they all relate (which was like the main thing) and then Mrs. Betts was like "OK girls-2 minutes" Arghhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!!!!!!!!!! So i quickly wrote a conclusion but the speech doesn't make sence! It doesn't relate at all!~~ Argh!! N e ways Art was next and we were doing graffiti and i got a cool graffit initial thing now wooo~! Lunch time was-err- well spagetti was poured on me and down my dress, then Kat put butter and cheese on my leg~! N eways, Bef me n han all went to the middle skool lawn and got a bench and shuved it on the middle of the path and Mr. Mackay walks up, stops in his tracks, pauses, then swivels to the side and walks around us. You had to be there but iut was so funny coz he was like contemplating wat he was seeing and he was like "Huh?" N eways, then han sat in sum birdy doo doo and we all screamed and ran away. Oh! i managed to get my jumber sleeve all around my head like a beanie! its sooo kool! n e ways-afta lunch bef han and i had Yoga and it was so funny coz we got in the lift and pressed floor 1 and this teacher was outside staring at us along wif a cleaner and we were pressing the close door button like a gazillion times it was freaky. N eways we got to floor one (the lift made weird noises tho) and went to Yoga-its getting really annoying-i cant do anything-and betyh just laughs at me! :( Im trying its not funny. seriously. ne ways afta skool i went home and did some of my assessments and then i went to smallgroup which was kinda good but not much fud-lol. N e ways then it was the ernie snr gathering which was soo much fun~! I got to talk to Hannah a bit more which was good. Just talking about random things like "Has mel got a backyard!?" seriously-does n e one know? n e ways-omgosh! ive sed 'neways' so many times!!! its annoying me! Has anyone heard Ashley Olsen in an interview? No joke-she says 'You know' every second word!!! She's like "So, you know, Mary Kate went, you know, her way and, you know, like i went mine. You know? It's like, we have lived with each other, you know,  for so long, you know, and like, you know, sometimes, you know, we just need some space, you know?" NO JOKE~! well atleast this was how she spoke on the interview i saw. I was pissing myself. Blogging off now. Nite&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr hb_tag="1" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;td style="FONT-SIZE: 1pt" height="1" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;div id="hotbar_promo"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7185916-111114955332581361?l=kcmai.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kcmai.blogspot.com/feeds/111114955332581361/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7185916&amp;postID=111114955332581361' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7185916/posts/default/111114955332581361'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7185916/posts/default/111114955332581361'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kcmai.blogspot.com/2005/03/procrastionation-begins.html' title='The Procrastionation Begins...'/><author><name>Casey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06419007795120755333</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://forums.sudhian.com/i/authorsicons/stewie_rev.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7185916.post-110810256925516437</id><published>2005-02-11T16:49:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2005-02-11T17:16:09.260+11:00</updated><title type='text'>Thought and HMD</title><content type='html'>&lt;table id="HB_Mail_Container" height="100%" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" width="100%" border="0" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr height="100%" width="100%" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;td id="HB_Focus_Element" valign="top" width="100%" background="" height="250" unselectable="off"&gt;Well, well, well LOOK AT ME PPLZ IM BLOGGING! wOOHOO I FEEL SO-well i feel the exact way i did 2 minutes ago when i read Mysterious Meh's comment titled 'UPDATE GURL'. So, look at me-i am. Now dont get used to my mumbo jumbo ramblings, this does not mean i am 'blogging' still-i just happen to be on a site called blogger writing my thoughts in the form of a blog.&lt;br /&gt;This morning was funny. It started wif art. Im really annoyed at Mrs. Klupiec (my teacher) coz she made me put purple on my FINISHED painting-now the blodness and the bright coloured babie isn't really that contrasted and it looks crap. ANYWAY mid way thru the class, a puffy eyed Lauren Kelton walks into the room and says that "The SSO lady is helping me look for them". She spoke with a 1/2 sulk in her voice. I asked Cloat what was going on and she explained that Lauren had lost seven $70 Good Charlotte (GC) tickets. It was sort of amusing seeing Lauren cry (as mean as that sounds) bcoz she's like fully punk and GC obviously meant ALOT to her (i already knew that). Neways, a quarter of an hour later she came back into the classroom (she had given up-she or the SSO lady couldn't find the tickets anywhere) so she came back to the classroom, restraining her tears, sat down, and class went on. 30 seconds later she opened up her diary to find all the GC tickets! She put her head in her hands and burst into tears and we all just laughed so hard!&lt;br /&gt;Neways, 2nd period was maths-Argh soooo boring. Although i busied myself writing "PALE" in various sizes on hannah's pale arms (i do that everyday).&lt;br /&gt;3rd period (we had 3 periods in a row today) was english. We got an assignment, but other than that we just went over scenes of the film "School ties".&lt;br /&gt;ANYWAY the important thing today was HOUSE MUSIC DRAMA was today. I was in the sound box and SOOOOOO SOO SOOO STRESSED!!  All the music and mics and ARGH!!! During the play it went fine except for 1 but wen sum people on stage skipped sum lines (which included my cue) so i didnt know when to start the music! Anyway i need to go get ready for small group. Btw-CHISOLM WON. I wish preston won. Chisolm's was pretty good tho. Their dance was excellent. Anyways cya&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr hb_tag="1" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;td style="FONT-SIZE: 1pt" height="1" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;div id="hotbar_promo"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7185916-110810256925516437?l=kcmai.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kcmai.blogspot.com/feeds/110810256925516437/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7185916&amp;postID=110810256925516437' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7185916/posts/default/110810256925516437'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7185916/posts/default/110810256925516437'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kcmai.blogspot.com/2005/02/thought-and-hmd.html' title='Thought and HMD'/><author><name>Casey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06419007795120755333</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://forums.sudhian.com/i/authorsicons/stewie_rev.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7185916.post-110484184249231594</id><published>2005-01-04T23:30:00.001+11:00</published><updated>2005-01-04T23:30:42.493+11:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/241/1213/1024/DSC01746.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:4px solid #000000; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/241/1213/400/DSC01746.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Baby Federik.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7185916-110484184249231594?l=kcmai.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kcmai.blogspot.com/feeds/110484184249231594/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7185916&amp;postID=110484184249231594' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7185916/posts/default/110484184249231594'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7185916/posts/default/110484184249231594'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kcmai.blogspot.com/2005/01/baby-federik.html' title=''/><author><name>Casey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06419007795120755333</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://forums.sudhian.com/i/authorsicons/stewie_rev.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7185916.post-110484181150830535</id><published>2005-01-04T23:30:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2005-01-04T23:30:11.506+11:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/241/1213/1024/DSC01743.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:4px solid #000000; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/241/1213/400/DSC01743.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is my half finished Art picture. This is mainly for Hannah. It reminds me of the cover of the Andy Warhol Art book. Different colours represent different shades.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7185916-110484181150830535?l=kcmai.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kcmai.blogspot.com/feeds/110484181150830535/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7185916&amp;postID=110484181150830535' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7185916/posts/default/110484181150830535'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7185916/posts/default/110484181150830535'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kcmai.blogspot.com/2005/01/this-is-my-half-finished-art-picture.html' title=''/><author><name>Casey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06419007795120755333</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://forums.sudhian.com/i/authorsicons/stewie_rev.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7185916.post-110484161961200694</id><published>2005-01-04T23:26:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2005-01-04T23:37:52.360+11:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;table id="HB_Mail_Container" height="100%" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" width="100%" border="0" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr height="100%" width="100%" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;td id="HB_Focus_Element" valign="top" width="100%" background="" height="250" unselectable="off"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/241/1213/1024/DSC01718.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #000000 4px solid; BORDER-TOP: #000000 4px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #000000 4px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #000000 4px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/241/1213/400/DSC01718.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr hb_tag="1" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;td style="FONT-SIZE: 1pt" height="1" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;div id="hotbar_promo"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;blockquote id="45dc8618"&gt;This photo is of my cousins surrounding my Pop.&lt;br /&gt;Top Row:Terence, Barney, myself, Brennan.&lt;br /&gt;3rd Row: Tyrone, Gemma, Alana, Kelly.&lt;br /&gt;2nd Row: Hayden, India, Baby India, Pop, Jesse.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7185916-110484161961200694?l=kcmai.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kcmai.blogspot.com/feeds/110484161961200694/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7185916&amp;postID=110484161961200694' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7185916/posts/default/110484161961200694'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7185916/posts/default/110484161961200694'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kcmai.blogspot.com/2005/01/this-photo-is-of-my-cousins.html' title=''/><author><name>Casey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06419007795120755333</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://forums.sudhian.com/i/authorsicons/stewie_rev.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7185916.post-110484091527409152</id><published>2005-01-04T23:15:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2005-01-04T23:15:15.273+11:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/241/1213/1024/DSC01689.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:4px solid #000000; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/241/1213/400/DSC01689.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another pick of some more cousins. L-R: Barney (bro), Terence, Tyrone, Hayden, Brennan (*hint*hint*, *knudge*knudge* Rachel haha)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7185916-110484091527409152?l=kcmai.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kcmai.blogspot.com/feeds/110484091527409152/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7185916&amp;postID=110484091527409152' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7185916/posts/default/110484091527409152'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7185916/posts/default/110484091527409152'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kcmai.blogspot.com/2005/01/another-pick-of-some-more-cousins.html' title=''/><author><name>Casey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06419007795120755333</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://forums.sudhian.com/i/authorsicons/stewie_rev.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7185916.post-110484072169223469</id><published>2005-01-04T23:12:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2005-01-04T23:12:01.693+11:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/241/1213/1024/DSC01688.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:4px solid #000000; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/241/1213/400/DSC01688.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bad quality pik of me and sum of mi cousins. L-R: India, Myself, Gemma, Alana. Xmas day-we were all tired and sick of cameras.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7185916-110484072169223469?l=kcmai.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kcmai.blogspot.com/feeds/110484072169223469/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7185916&amp;postID=110484072169223469' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7185916/posts/default/110484072169223469'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7185916/posts/default/110484072169223469'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kcmai.blogspot.com/2005/01/bad-quality-pik-of-me-and-sum-of-mi.html' title=''/><author><name>Casey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06419007795120755333</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://forums.sudhian.com/i/authorsicons/stewie_rev.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7185916.post-110484040327872772</id><published>2005-01-04T23:06:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2005-01-04T23:06:43.276+11:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/241/1213/1024/DSC01658.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:4px solid #000000; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/241/1213/400/DSC01658.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is a pik of my mate Dan and bro Barnical Barnibus going to the formal AS FRIENDS. Dan's shoes were sooo preeeerty. Not a good picture of them though (the shoes).&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7185916-110484040327872772?l=kcmai.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kcmai.blogspot.com/feeds/110484040327872772/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7185916&amp;postID=110484040327872772' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7185916/posts/default/110484040327872772'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7185916/posts/default/110484040327872772'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kcmai.blogspot.com/2005/01/this-is-pik-of-my-mate-dan-and-bro.html' title=''/><author><name>Casey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06419007795120755333</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://forums.sudhian.com/i/authorsicons/stewie_rev.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7185916.post-110467373678827738</id><published>2005-01-02T23:45:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2005-01-03T00:48:56.790+11:00</updated><title type='text'>Uppers and Downers</title><content type='html'>&lt;table id="HB_Mail_Container" height="100%" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" width="100%" border="0" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr height="100%" width="100%" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;td id="HB_Focus_Element" valign="top" width="100%" background="" height="250" unselectable="off"&gt;&lt;p&gt;I had like a breakdown on friday. I don't know why exacly. I spoze alot of things have been messing me up lately, i've been stressed and frustrsated, and unsure, and mourning-i've had it all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life has it's high points and down points i spoze. Ha! I just thought of an analogy (well kinda not, but ill say my thought anyway). Life's high and low points are like those graph things in hospitals where if the line is flat, ur like, dead. But if the line is going up and down, ur like healthy. So it's like having good days and bad days, is healthy, it's normal.....It's not inspirational, but, it'll do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, on friday, i prayed and prayed, and i feel better now. I went to church tonight, which was good coz i have been in Melbourne for the last few weeks and have missed being at church. It relaxed me, and calmed me i spoze you could say. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Sorry, but this thought just popped into my head that i thought would be funny to share. My brother knows this guy, right? This guy, he's full into the sound mixing and editing and stuff, and when he and my brother where in Yr 7, this dude made up this whole sond about this girl in Yr 9, called Danii. It was kind of mean, although, it was sorta funny (i feel guilty). I'll &lt;em&gt;sing&lt;/em&gt; you a couple of lines from the song in a second. It was funny coz the whole entire school (apparently) was obsessed with the song and the dude put it on the internet and like everyone kept listening to it. Here it is: &lt;em&gt;Danii looks like a penguin, she looks just like a lizard. She's got spots, round her eyes, it's her that i despise...Danii looks like a penguin...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Today was pretty cool. I went to Lucy's house (a family friend). The parents all had lunch outside and Lucy, Jess and I all just sat around bumming inside. It was fun; i hadn't seen either of them in ages. They've both grown up so much. And James, he looks so different! Alex too, but i didn't speak to him much coz he was at work most of the time. It was cool, we were all gonna go see 'Saw' tonight, but i needed to go to church. They still might've gone though.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;After church tonight we went to Maccas-that was fun, i needed that too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Lord Jesus, thankyou for all you've done for each and every one of us. Thankyou for answering our prayers and giving us strength and wisdom through different stages. Thankyou for loving us all and helping us through all the difficult times in our life. Whether during those periods, we seek or turn away from you, you are always right next to us or carrying us along.&lt;br /&gt;Lord, i pray for all those who have been struck by the devastating tsunami. I pray that you will be with them all during this hard time, helping them find their loved ones, helping them get their life back together and helping them while they mourn for their brothers and sisters. Let them seek and find comfort in you Lord, let them run to you. I also pray for the volunteer aid workers over in the tsunami struck countries, that they stay healthy and stay so generous. Lord please let bodies be identified and burried before disease sweeps over the towns. Lastly, i pray for Sarah, Judy and Jo who are going on holidays and missionary work in other countries over the next few weeks, that you keep them in excellent health and safety and have amazing experiences in their respective countries. Give them evangelistic opportunities and give them the strength to evangelise and fill them with the Holy Spirit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Amen&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr hb_tag="1" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;td style="FONT-SIZE: 1pt" height="1" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;div id="hotbar_promo"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7185916-110467373678827738?l=kcmai.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kcmai.blogspot.com/feeds/110467373678827738/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7185916&amp;postID=110467373678827738' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7185916/posts/default/110467373678827738'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7185916/posts/default/110467373678827738'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kcmai.blogspot.com/2005/01/uppers-and-downers.html' title='Uppers and Downers'/><author><name>Casey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06419007795120755333</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://forums.sudhian.com/i/authorsicons/stewie_rev.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7185916.post-110441292346302728</id><published>2004-12-30T23:33:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2004-12-31T00:22:03.463+11:00</updated><title type='text'>This World is Weird</title><content type='html'>&lt;table id="HB_Mail_Container" height="100%" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" width="100%" border="0" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr height="100%" width="100%" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;td id="HB_Focus_Element" valign="top" width="100%" background="" height="250" unselectable="off"&gt;I dunno, i can't even remember the reason for me thinking that now. (*sigh*)&lt;br /&gt;Well, there are 32 points i will discuss tonight, lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;My Nana-her prediction. (sorry about me talking about her/this so much. As weirdly as it sounds, this blog helps me organise my thoughts).&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;My Nana-The Tale of the Mysterious Bible&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;The Tsunami-my nanna got in before the rush, eh?&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;p&gt;Everything is so bad right now-i can't stand it! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Okay i will now start elaborating on my points. Nan-i told u how she predicted her death date, and how she went 3 days earlier. Well ages ago, nan sed that she would physically die, but, at that point she would not spiritually die. She sed that her soul would leave her body at the requiem mass. The Requiem Mass was held on the 22nd. You might think we purposely tried to have the RM and the funeral that day (the 22nd) but we didn't. It just turned out that way because that was the earliest mass the church could have. Amazing-you are probably on a different title wave length here but neways (ha. ha. how lame of me).&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;The 2nd point. The Bible, the strange tale of where and when it was written. Let me give you a breif outline. My Nana left me a bible as a special gift, for after her death. She left a message in it aswell. Nan was fine up to the 10th of November, when, at night, she had a ceasure, and went to hospital. Nanna did not come home before she died. She stayed at Monash hospital then later taken to Bethlehem hospital/temporary nursing home. After Nan's first ceasure (the 10th of Nov) she could not write well, she could not read, she could not speak well (she spoke in riddles and mixed different words together) and she didn't understand us well. She also had slight amnesia. This bible was found behind Nan's bed, right? The writing inside the bible, was the style of writing she had when she was really sick. After the message she wrote me, she wrote 'Dec 2004'. All signs point to her, somehow miraculously  writing this message to me sometime after her ceasure. Which is impossible. Maybe im over analysing everything-Arghh!!!! WHY DOES THIS EVEN MATTER!! Sorry computer. I don't mean to be angry with you. I'm just confused, tired, and realise im being stupid. I will go one to the next IMPORTANT point&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;The Tsunami. I am so devastated. This is all so awful. The news keeps telling me that the death toll is 77 thousand and rising. They keep saying 'and rising' or 'and expected to reach' or 'and so-and-so tell us that above 100 000 more people are expected dead'. I'm lucky that i don't know anyone that was over there. It is so hard to find a bright side to this. The best i can come up with is that it is bringing communities and countries together to raise money, and without tradgedy, there would be no compassion. I've already memorised most of the dead australians. I didn't mean to, its just, i cant get them out of my head! It's so sad. Paul Giardina-the 16 yr old boy with down syndrome. Melina 'something' (cant think of last name), the baby. Kim Walsh, a perth teacher.  There are others, but these ones stand out right now. Then there are the 10 or 11 missing. The bomber (i think) footballer-Troy Broadbridge. He was on his honeymoon-he saved his unconscious wife and hasnt been seen since.Then this old man who was almost safe, but he decided to stop and take a photo. Another thing that has stood out was the swedish little boy, 18 months old i think, Hannes. Who was lost. Know one knew where he was from and stuff and he was all upset. But, GOOD NEWS, the boy and his dad have been re-united and also his Nana. Isnt this weird. If i were to gather all my old clothes and send them to the people who lost everything in the tsunami, it would be cheaper for me to do a day trip to Phuket. Isnt that weird-as in the flights being free. I want to go over. Maybe i should ask mum-lol, she will never let me. Maybe she will go over and help with Oxfam. (she organises things with them).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;N e way-it's 12:20 am. The last day of the year today. Scarrry. This year has gone so fast, yet, also very slow. This year has been important for me, it always will be.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr unselectable="on" hb_tag="1"&gt;&lt;td style="FONT-SIZE: 1pt" height="1" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;div id="hotbar_promo"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7185916-110441292346302728?l=kcmai.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kcmai.blogspot.com/feeds/110441292346302728/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7185916&amp;postID=110441292346302728' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7185916/posts/default/110441292346302728'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7185916/posts/default/110441292346302728'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kcmai.blogspot.com/2004/12/this-world-is-weird.html' title='This World is Weird'/><author><name>Casey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06419007795120755333</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://forums.sudhian.com/i/authorsicons/stewie_rev.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7185916.post-110359759162856554</id><published>2004-12-21T13:44:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2004-12-21T13:53:11.626+11:00</updated><title type='text'>Smack, bang in the middle</title><content type='html'>She was spot on. I actually got the date wrong. In my last post, i sed thatshe predicted to die on the 21st. Pop tells me that she predicted for the 22nd, so i was wrong. She wasn't though. She died on the 19th, but guess when the funeral will be? Tomorrow, the 22nd. Scarrrry. She wants to be in a cardboard coffin, painted with clouds and blue sky, she wants a recrium mass (is that how u spell it?) with no-one to attend, she wants no-one to wear black, she wants NO TEARS WHAT SO EVER-thats not gonna happen. It's been a 40 hr tear fest here. It sucks coz im staying with Pop and my family so everyone keeps coming here, and all the funeral people, financial people, visitors, hospital, and minister pplz keep coming here! The phone keeps going off, with people either wanting to speak to Nan or people saying they're sorry, or pplz wanting to know more. Flowers keep coming and mum's crying in the hallway now. The phone's just going off again, i gotta go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7185916-110359759162856554?l=kcmai.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kcmai.blogspot.com/feeds/110359759162856554/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7185916&amp;postID=110359759162856554' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7185916/posts/default/110359759162856554'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7185916/posts/default/110359759162856554'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kcmai.blogspot.com/2004/12/smack-bang-in-middle.html' title='Smack, bang in the middle'/><author><name>Casey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06419007795120755333</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://forums.sudhian.com/i/authorsicons/stewie_rev.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7185916.post-110329346615900188</id><published>2004-12-17T23:59:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2004-12-18T01:24:26.160+11:00</updated><title type='text'>Three Days</title><content type='html'>&lt;table id="HB_Mail_Container" height="100%" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" width="100%" border="0" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr height="100%" unselectable="on" width="100%"&gt;&lt;td id="HB_Focus_Element" valign="top" width="100%" background="" height="250" unselectable="off"&gt;I'm heading down to Melbourne tomorrow morning. I will come back with many stories, some good some bad. I have had an amazing year. I became a christian, joined Ernie/small group/church, was taught about Jesus Christ and my God, found new friends and had fun.&lt;br /&gt;My family friend was over the other day. His name is Duck. (i don't know his real name actually, everyone calls him 'Duck'. This is because he makes wine at Wild Duck Creek. haha, he's famous. He sells $2000 wine.) N e way, he told me something that i thought was quite amazing. He was telling me about his wife who, around 20 years ago had really bad head aches and migranes, and soon she found, that the only way to get rid of them was to sit down with a peice of paper and a pen and just write. Well! You may think this story is boring so far, but you're wrong; when she sat down with her pen, and she started writing, she wouldn't be writing her own thoughts, it was as if spirits were using her as a chanel to communicate. She wrote pages after pages of words that she didn't even understand (she wrote a book's worth!), she wrote in different languages, and weirdly, in different handwriting. She understood nothing of what she was writing, butit was as if, one spirit would start giving her information in one language and in one handwriting style, then suddenly, another spirit came and the handwriting and language changed. Amazing eh? Yeh well, she obviously kept all these pages of notes, and she translated as much as she could and she found out that it actually made sence! She had KNOW IDEA what she was writing but it was all v. profound and amazing. The spirits had sed alot but one thing that stood out for me was that "You are in the playground. They fight to get where you are now..." There was also stuff about how magical, eternity with God is.You may choose not to believe this stuff but, i know spirits exist, and that they make contact with people. I know SOOOO SO SO many accounts like this one i just sed. The only reason im publishing this one impiticular is bcoz i only heard it recently.&lt;br /&gt;My Nanna is an amazing person who has led an extraudinary life. If only you knew. She has died, seen the gates of heaven, returned, been contacted, used as a channel, suffered depression and alot of other things she overcame, making her stronger and more amazing. When she was around 40 years old her second eldest daughter Shauna was away in France (she had 7 other kids inc. my mum). My Nanna was getting worried bcoz Shauna hadn't called for a while, and everytime Nanna tried to call, she got Shauna's answering service. One night, Nanna had a dream. Her dream was of her mum (she was dead) saying "Don't worry she's with me" (implying that Shauna was dead with Nanna's mum). Nanna woke up at around 2am, slightly paniked about her dream. She decided to quickly write everything in her dream down so she wouldn't forget anything. She then walked over to the neighbours and got Fred (i think that's his name-a close neighbour) and took him back to her house at 2am!! She told him everything about the dream, and she brought him over so that she had proof that she really did have this dream before she called up Shauna. Brrrrbpp Brrrrbpp (sound of ringtone). No one answered in France. Nanna soon told Fred that he should go home, and she went back to bed. &lt;strong&gt;The next morning the police called.&lt;/strong&gt; Guess what? Do i really have to say? Shauna died of a drug overdose. I don't know y im sharing all this, but i feel better. N e ways ill get to the point. Nanna's syhcic, i know it. There was the dream i just explained, but also alot of other weird and mysterious "coincidences" that have occured, all revolving around Nanna. Guess what? Her latest prediction. She's sick, and she predicted she would die on the 21st. Two days later she had a ceasure, she didn't die, but she was not well, at all. It is now the 18th of December. &lt;strong&gt;Three days left. SEVENTY-TWO HOURS!! &lt;/strong&gt;She can't speak well but she keeps kind of speaking non-sence then suddenly she goes normal and says "I'm going home Casey". If she does die on her predicted date, we should be having the funeral aroun\d christmas.&lt;br /&gt;I'm not so sure whether anyone reads my blog, so i kinda feel like i can share my deepest secrets without anyone knowing. I will share one last thing. Hours before Nanna had her ceasure, she got her bible, and wrote a message for &lt;strong&gt;ME&lt;/strong&gt; in it. I havnt seen it yet, but apparently, it gives bible verses and important messages and stuff. I'm so excited about seeing it. Coz now that Nanna can't speak or hear properly, i can't communicate with her easily. During the week that i was told about this message in the bible (which was found behind Nanna's bed) i had prayed to the Lord for guidence and strength during the hard period. Low and behold two days later, this message is found. You may think it was a coincidednce but, nup, it wasnt. Nanna had &lt;strong&gt;KNOW IDEA i was a christian&lt;/strong&gt;, we never talked about christianity much, and there was literally 60-70 immediate relitives that she knew were christians. Nanna had 8 children, who all had kids. Nanna's sister had 8 children who all had more kids. Pop's one of 8 children who all have huge families, and out of all these people, Nanna gave her bible and this message to me!? It didn't make sence. It still doesn't, but the Lord answered my prayers, i think. I shall read it in Melbourne tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;It's gonna be a huge, tough, &lt;strong&gt;intense&lt;/strong&gt; week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr unselectable="on" hb_tag="1"&gt;&lt;td style="FONT-SIZE: 1pt" height="1" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;div id="hotbar_promo"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7185916-110329346615900188?l=kcmai.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kcmai.blogspot.com/feeds/110329346615900188/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7185916&amp;postID=110329346615900188' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7185916/posts/default/110329346615900188'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7185916/posts/default/110329346615900188'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kcmai.blogspot.com/2004/12/three-days.html' title='Three Days'/><author><name>Casey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06419007795120755333</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://forums.sudhian.com/i/authorsicons/stewie_rev.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7185916.post-110274034544143538</id><published>2004-12-11T14:53:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2004-12-11T15:45:45.440+11:00</updated><title type='text'>Nanny on the Loose</title><content type='html'>Something kinda funny, yet worrying happened this week. It was my great grandmother. She is ill with multiple sicknesses and has been put in a maximun security nursing home/hospital. So one of her illness's is that during the day she is fine, but at night she goes a bit delusional. So during the day she is happy in a home but at night she thinks she is a prisoner in a high security jail.&lt;br /&gt;She is 90+ years old, and one night, at dinner time, she decided to escape the 'jail'. She plotted everything carefully, deciding to leave when it was dinner time because that is when all the staff is busy. When it was dinner time, the bell sounded, and all the staff and fellow retirees (and sick people) went to the dining hall place. She managed somehow to get outside, and she walked with her walking frame to the edge of the property, where she found a huge metal fence.&lt;br /&gt;She found the gate, except it was locked with a huge padlock and chains so she decided to climb over the gate. Remember, she is 90+ years old and she thinks she's escaping jail. She put her walking frame next to the fence, and used this to help her climb. She managed to get over the fence (we have no idea how she got down the other side of the fence) and walked to the nearest road.&lt;br /&gt;She then hitchhiked to Lindfeild station where she got on a train (we are unsure whether she got a ticket or not) and we dont really know where she got off and what she did, but my Pop called the police and they eventually found her in Paddington! I havnt been told yet what time she was finally found, but she's safe now. Another funny thing was that when the police found her she said something like "Oh I'm soo sorry! Thankyou so much! I'll give you some whiskey. Oooh, my Mummy is gonna be so angry with me." (obviously her mum is dead).&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, all is well now, she was delivered back to the "jail" and is happy. Unfortunately, at night, she still thinks she's a prisoner.&lt;br /&gt;Ciao,&lt;br /&gt;Casey Hinde&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7185916-110274034544143538?l=kcmai.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kcmai.blogspot.com/feeds/110274034544143538/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7185916&amp;postID=110274034544143538' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7185916/posts/default/110274034544143538'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7185916/posts/default/110274034544143538'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kcmai.blogspot.com/2004/12/nanny-on-loose.html' title='Nanny on the Loose'/><author><name>Casey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06419007795120755333</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://forums.sudhian.com/i/authorsicons/stewie_rev.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7185916.post-110208247318981131</id><published>2004-12-04T01:01:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2004-12-04T01:01:13.190+11:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/241/1213/1024/OneTreeHillposter.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:4px solid #000000; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/241/1213/400/OneTreeHillposter.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O-M-G! Who watched OTH (One Tree Hill)!? Chad MM is so gorgeous! Everyone says he shouldn't play the loser but, i rekon if he was the popular guy then the whole story line would have to change-coz he has to play a nice charactor, lol. Aww...but how cool was last nite's ep (fri)! Guess what!? Chad MM and the girl who plays Brooke (Peyton's cheerleader friend) are engaged! Her name is Sophia Bush i think and how alike is this to The OC!! For those of you who don't know, OTH and The OC are really similar and on OTH adds they always say 'If you love the OC, you're gonna love this...'. Yeh so on the OC, Adam Brody (Seth) and Rachel Bilson (Summer) are getting engaged in real life, and now so is the Chad and Sophia-weirrrd. I have watched 1 episode of OTH and already im completely obsessed and know the cast's names. I accidently fell asleep last nite (fri) so i didn't get to watch OTH (Ep 2), but i read the transcript on the net and im presently trying to download it. Lalalala...What was i gonna say? Hmmm...Oh yeh, today was kinda fun. Annie and Ali and other pplz are leaving and its gonna be so hard on monday coz i might neva c them again. Why do they hav to leave? It sucks. Today we went mad with Annie's camera! It was funny, coz we were all on a high, and it was in 5th and 6th period, and we had all finished our recuss prac.s so we just ran off leaving the teacher and the rest of our class in the classroom. I felt like it was the last hour of skool for the year so we were just all doing random stuff that could lead us into detention which we ultimately wouldn't go to anyways. We played stacks on Jess in the muddy garden inclosure on the ground floor, and Annie took a photo from the top floor so it looked like we had all fallen off the balcony. Little did we know a tree trunk thing was digging into Jess' rib cage and she started coughing and choking. We then took photo's of Jess standing ontop of the lockers. A gardner walked past and gave us all a funny look (this from the class who had Georgie stuck in a locker). We then decided we would go to Mr. Langdale's class and ask for the huge inflatable Penguin for an "ICT assignment". Unfortunately he wasn't in his classroom, and the door was locked, so we started walking away, but out of know where, a year 7 literally came up to the door and kicked it open. I actually let out an "oh!". She gave me a funny look and went to class (where we shulda bin). We walked through the now open door and couldn't find the penguinn, so instead we took the huge inflateble globe. As we walked downstairs, we went past the computer room, and who was in there? Mr. Langdale. he saw us with his beloved globe and gave us a fustrated look as we laughed our heads off. Picture this. Your Mr. Langdale, and u absolutely hate Beth, Han and Casey, and you have this huge inflateble globe in ur classroom, that u don't like anyone to touch. You hav to teach a class in COM1 oneday and as ur teaching u see Beth Han and Casey with huge grins on their faces, carrying ur globe outside ur classroom, laughing hystericall and occasionally bouncing it. Ur stuck in ur class room (coz he was teaching yr 7's so he couldnt just leave) and all u can do is watch ur enemies carry away ur fortress.....WHAT AM I TALKING ABOUT!? I think im getting a bit carried away...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7185916-110208247318981131?l=kcmai.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kcmai.blogspot.com/feeds/110208247318981131/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7185916&amp;postID=110208247318981131' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7185916/posts/default/110208247318981131'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7185916/posts/default/110208247318981131'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kcmai.blogspot.com/2004/12/o-m-g-who-watched-oth-one-tree-hill.html' title=''/><author><name>Casey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06419007795120755333</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://forums.sudhian.com/i/authorsicons/stewie_rev.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7185916.post-110208043874392541</id><published>2004-12-04T00:27:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2004-12-04T00:27:18.743+11:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/241/1213/1024/joshhartnett.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:4px solid #000000; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/241/1213/400/joshhartnett.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There i was, casually in the gym, when i saw him. Well, atleast i think it was him. Except for the fact that this guy was in Australia. If this guy was not Josh Hartnett, it was his twin brother. Arghhh! Gosh he's hot...well, actually, he's not that hot anymore, but he used to be...The guy in the gym was like the old Josh Hartnett.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7185916-110208043874392541?l=kcmai.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kcmai.blogspot.com/feeds/110208043874392541/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7185916&amp;postID=110208043874392541' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7185916/posts/default/110208043874392541'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7185916/posts/default/110208043874392541'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kcmai.blogspot.com/2004/12/there-i-was-casually-in-gym-when-i-saw.html' title=''/><author><name>Casey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06419007795120755333</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://forums.sudhian.com/i/authorsicons/stewie_rev.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7185916.post-110198357861376129</id><published>2004-12-02T21:32:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2004-12-02T21:32:58.613+11:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/241/1213/1024/DSC01645.4.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:4px solid #000000; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/241/1213/400/DSC01645.4.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That is such a gorgeous photo....if only Bubs and Hannaniah were in it :(    Yesterday was tough for 2 main reasons 1) The heat. I had choir rehearsals in Period 1, 2, 5 and 6 (originally i had to have choir for recess, lunch and chapel as well). Our choir rehersals were in the multi-multi-multi purpose hall, and we had to stand on these big blocks, standing up for 2 hrs straight, then again 2hrs straight afta lunch. It was tough. The hall has NO air-con and the only thing close, are these 2 shotty fans that can only stay on "Power 1" bcoz they make too much noise otherwise (so u can bearly feel anything). 2) During House Music Drama, Beth and Hannah were pointing at this poor little year 7 girl and laughing. I didn't quite understand why, so i asked hannah why they were being so mean and she whispered sumthing about her being Goth-Bob's sister. I had know idea what this meant, and i was aware that she was aware that Beth and Han were laughing at her and so i tried to say something to her to take her mind off the other two "Do you have a brother?" unfortunately, she didn't hear me correctly and she put her hand in her pocket and got out a rubber and handed it to me with a questioning look. I mouthed to her 'Dont worry' and gave her the rubber back. She put it back in her pocket and put her head in her hands. She looked like she was crying!! I looked at Beth and Han who were in hysterics, then bak at the girl. I decided i better say sumthing to her coz Beth or Han wouldnt, so i sed "I didn't mean to insult you!!" she looked at me and said shyly "I miss heard you". House music drama was finished and she and her friend stood up and went away. So get this, Beth and Hannah go to the Yr 9 corridor and tell EVERYONE that "Casey made a year 7 cry"! Everyone started coming up to me and either saying "OMG ur such a bully!" or asking "how?!" Ahhhh! So frustrating! The world is against me :( Beth and Mel are plotting to get me into trouble with my parents aswell. Great.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7185916-110198357861376129?l=kcmai.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kcmai.blogspot.com/feeds/110198357861376129/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7185916&amp;postID=110198357861376129' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7185916/posts/default/110198357861376129'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7185916/posts/default/110198357861376129'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kcmai.blogspot.com/2004/12/that-is-such-gorgeous-photo.html' title=''/><author><name>Casey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06419007795120755333</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://forums.sudhian.com/i/authorsicons/stewie_rev.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7185916.post-110179005058272190</id><published>2004-11-30T15:47:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2004-11-30T15:47:30.583+11:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/241/1213/1024/DSC01626.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:4px solid #000000; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/241/1213/400/DSC01626.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love airoplanes, it is so magical at sunrise or sunset where your going thru the clouds. I took this photo during sunset, i just thought it was cool, coz looking down it looks like the steriotypical earth, with the green and blue and then the white clouds. I remember when i was travelling alone when i was young, it was around 7am or 8am or something and i remember while the plane slowly decended, it was like travelling through heaven (im serious) the clouds were so close and fluffy, and it was just like a mansion of clouds kinda (this is really hard to explain!). It was so bright and beautiful, it was amazing.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7185916-110179005058272190?l=kcmai.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kcmai.blogspot.com/feeds/110179005058272190/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7185916&amp;postID=110179005058272190' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7185916/posts/default/110179005058272190'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7185916/posts/default/110179005058272190'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kcmai.blogspot.com/2004/11/i-love-airoplanes-it-is-so-magical-at.html' title=''/><author><name>Casey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06419007795120755333</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://forums.sudhian.com/i/authorsicons/stewie_rev.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7185916.post-110178897824319168</id><published>2004-11-30T15:29:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2004-11-30T15:29:38.243+11:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/241/1213/1024/DSC01636.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:4px solid #000000; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/241/1213/400/DSC01636.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My group, minus a few, plus a few.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7185916-110178897824319168?l=kcmai.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kcmai.blogspot.com/feeds/110178897824319168/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7185916&amp;postID=110178897824319168' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7185916/posts/default/110178897824319168'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7185916/posts/default/110178897824319168'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kcmai.blogspot.com/2004/11/my-group-minus-few-plus-few.html' title=''/><author><name>Casey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06419007795120755333</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://forums.sudhian.com/i/authorsicons/stewie_rev.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7185916.post-110153166716188622</id><published>2004-11-27T15:36:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2004-11-27T16:01:07.160+11:00</updated><title type='text'>Another Friday Lunch Chat</title><content type='html'>Well this chat was more of a fight. I just wrote the whole funny story, but my stupid computer deleted it!! So i will just summarise by saying-&lt;strong&gt;I fell into a chocolate cake&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7185916-110153166716188622?l=kcmai.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kcmai.blogspot.com/feeds/110153166716188622/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7185916&amp;postID=110153166716188622' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7185916/posts/default/110153166716188622'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7185916/posts/default/110153166716188622'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kcmai.blogspot.com/2004/11/another-friday-lunch-chat.html' title='Another Friday Lunch Chat'/><author><name>Casey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06419007795120755333</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://forums.sudhian.com/i/authorsicons/stewie_rev.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7185916.post-110095313899506683</id><published>2004-11-20T22:43:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2004-11-20T23:18:58.996+11:00</updated><title type='text'>A Sanctuary</title><content type='html'>I can't wait to go down to Melbourne. It's like a sanctuary for me now. I want to explore. Although Melbourne has no surf, stormy weather and most of my friends reside in Sydney, i find Melbourne a place to relax, reflect and, well, be independent.&lt;br /&gt;I'm due to leave for Melbourne on the 17th or 18th of December, and arrive back on the 29th of December, although i want to stay there longer. I'm trying to book a flight on the 12th of January or something.&lt;br /&gt;I just wanna get out there by my self and catch a train/tram/bus to Monash and visit Nanna, i could do that everyday...Except i doubt i'll be allowed to see her so often, the rest of the family want to see her too. Then there are thousands of friends and other people that we've had to say 'No' to, coz there are just too many peoiple, so we've had to restrict it to family only. I also just wanna walk down to the lake and read, just explore i spoze. When i was a young, it was just all about going down and annoying the heck out of Popsy (he didn't mind of course), but now, he's all glum, and the last thing i wanna do is annoy him.&lt;br /&gt;Maybe i could go get a summer job? It's as if no one (my age) works in Melbourne. My couz does tho. It would be fun to work with her, even if it is at Hungry Jacks. But they are hiring...coz they are wayyy short of staff, mainly coz no-1 visits the restaurant...It would be pretty quiet, but then we could hit Knox with the money.&lt;br /&gt;I'm confused again. My auntie was cleaning my Nanna's room and behind her bed she found a bible. She opened it up and in the first page, it was a message to me (!!) saying basically that she wanted me to have it and that there were sum important passages she wanted me to read and some other things to me.This may sound completely normal, but it isn't. Earlier this week, i was asking God for guidence during this period, then a few days later this bible was found, and i feel like it's a sign. Now i feel stupid. It's just that my Nanna never talked to me about religion, and she didn't even know i was a Christian, and we have such a diverse family, and many of them are Christians, except she chose to give this Bible to me of all people. I'm not even the eldest grandchild, or the most religious, i'm not the most alot of things, yet she's given this to me, and i don't get it. Now it's too late to ask why me? And why was it behind her bed?&lt;br /&gt;Omgosh listen to me, my life is like a mystery book. Unexplained and melodramatic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7185916-110095313899506683?l=kcmai.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kcmai.blogspot.com/feeds/110095313899506683/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7185916&amp;postID=110095313899506683' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7185916/posts/default/110095313899506683'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7185916/posts/default/110095313899506683'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kcmai.blogspot.com/2004/11/sanctuary.html' title='A Sanctuary'/><author><name>Casey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06419007795120755333</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://forums.sudhian.com/i/authorsicons/stewie_rev.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7185916.post-110085460445127369</id><published>2004-11-19T19:24:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2004-11-19T19:56:44.450+11:00</updated><title type='text'>Innocent, Yet Infamous</title><content type='html'>&lt;table id="HB_Mail_Container" height="100%" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" width="100%" border="0" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr height="100%" unselectable="on" width="100%"&gt;&lt;td id="HB_Focus_Element" valign="top" width="100%" background="" height="250" unselectable="off"&gt;Oh, i do so love our &lt;strong&gt;'Innocent, Yet Infamous&lt;/strong&gt;' friday lunch chats. Last week we made a series of gestures to help communicate certain things. Today Jess sat, layed down, legs layed seductivly against the brick wall, occasionally rubbing each leg (btw, she didn't mean it like that, we Roseville girls just get v. v. bored at lunch times sumtimes, so we sprawl out everywhere and rub things into the wood on the balccony).&lt;br /&gt;Neways, as you might know, we have 2 v. suss male teachers at our school. One (my t.t.) who was called up for 'being too close with the girls', who was suspended for this very reason and made to sit up the back of other classes to 'see how it's done'. The other, is Mr. Langdale. He, as yet, has not done that many bad things, but, he did say to the top Geography class that they were the "&lt;strong&gt;smart class&lt;/strong&gt;" and the other class was the "&lt;strong&gt;dumb class&lt;/strong&gt;". How mean was that!? And he has stated fairly clearly that he &lt;strong&gt;hates&lt;/strong&gt; Jacki and Beth. Except, they have kinda been mean to him, except sum times he just infuriates you so much you just burst, so it's not &lt;em&gt;really&lt;/em&gt; their fault.&lt;br /&gt;Yeh, so, as Jess was sprawled out seductively today, Mr Langdale walked past, and made a half smile, as he turned around. (Ahhhhh!!!). Beth thought it would be funny if Jess waved menacingly at Mr. Langdale, which of course she did coz Jess can't turn down a dare. Mr. Langdale caught her gesture, and he kinda shrunk into his neck, touched his cheek, turned slightly and shrugged it off. Later on, i caught a glimpse of Mr. Langdale approaching, so i quickly told Jess to get into 'The Position'. As she did so, Mr. Langdale strolled past, glaring at Jess the whole time. We all couldn't keep back our laughter, and he quickly turned and went away as soon as he eard us. Earlier, we had been talking about what we were wearing to the Middle School Dinner, and so when Mr. Langdale casually strolled back and forth (giving, oh so many, side glances) i sed to Jess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"So Jess, What colour is you Ultra-mini mini skirt gonna be?"&lt;/strong&gt; Jess looked questioningly at me as i signalled that he was listening (he had stopped abruptly on the footpath the moment the words left my lips). Jess answered:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"Oh, what's the point Casey? I've decided that i'm just going to go naked. Everyone is so hyped up about what they are gonna wear, well, i think i'll just go butt naked...." &lt;/strong&gt;(I swear i saw his eyes widen).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"...Either that, or a really skimpy black dress, that barely covers anything."&lt;/strong&gt; Jess finished.&lt;br /&gt;It was so funny! Mr. Langdale passed up and down the footpath atleast ten times. He just went up, pretended to look at sumthing, and wondered back down. lol. I spoze we were kinda immature, but im soo sick of the school hiring such men. Surely they would've fired Mr. P anyway after that certain 'Dress incident'.&lt;br /&gt;Well, i best be off. Tune in, same time next week for another funny lunchtime tale.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr unselectable="on" hb_tag="1"&gt;&lt;td style="FONT-SIZE: 1pt" height="1" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;div id="hotbar_promo"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7185916-110085460445127369?l=kcmai.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kcmai.blogspot.com/feeds/110085460445127369/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7185916&amp;postID=110085460445127369' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7185916/posts/default/110085460445127369'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7185916/posts/default/110085460445127369'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kcmai.blogspot.com/2004/11/innocent-yet-infamous.html' title='Innocent, Yet Infamous'/><author><name>Casey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06419007795120755333</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://forums.sudhian.com/i/authorsicons/stewie_rev.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7185916.post-110077224556324326</id><published>2004-11-18T21:02:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2004-11-18T21:04:05.563+11:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;table id="HB_Mail_Container" height="100%" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" width="100%" border="0" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr height="100%" unselectable="on" width="100%"&gt;&lt;td id="HB_Focus_Element" valign="top" width="100%" background="" height="250" unselectable="off"&gt;Dad through the salad dressing out again. It was in a saucepan on the stove and dad thought it was rubbish. They are in the kitchen now blaming each other. Amusing, really.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr unselectable="on" hb_tag="1"&gt;&lt;td style="FONT-SIZE: 1pt" height="1" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;div id="hotbar_promo"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7185916-110077224556324326?l=kcmai.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kcmai.blogspot.com/feeds/110077224556324326/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7185916&amp;postID=110077224556324326' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7185916/posts/default/110077224556324326'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7185916/posts/default/110077224556324326'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kcmai.blogspot.com/2004/11/dad-through-salad-dressing-out-again.html' title=''/><author><name>Casey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06419007795120755333</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://forums.sudhian.com/i/authorsicons/stewie_rev.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7185916.post-110049755170135462</id><published>2004-11-15T16:43:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2004-11-15T16:45:51.700+11:00</updated><title type='text'>Mad Songs</title><content type='html'> I looked at the trailer for &lt;strong&gt;A Cinderella Story&lt;/strong&gt;, and decided I wouldn’t see the movie, on account of it looked too young and fluffy. I eventually got bored and decided to download it on Kazaa (with v. v. bad quality). I watched it and loved it! It’s such a qte movie! Fluffy -yes- but qte. Sum parts of it made me cringe (is that the right word?) but overall it was sweet. More importantly, the soundtrack absolutely rocks!! My fave songs on the soundtrack (I totally hav a crush on them right now ;) are &lt;strong&gt;Here You Me&lt;/strong&gt; (Jimmy Eat World), &lt;strong&gt;I’ll Be&lt;/strong&gt; (Edwin McCain) and &lt;strong&gt;The Best Day of Your Life&lt;/strong&gt; (Jesse McCartney-not only is he a good singer, but dam hot). Anyone with Kazaa, &lt;strong&gt;has to&lt;/strong&gt; download them!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7185916-110049755170135462?l=kcmai.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kcmai.blogspot.com/feeds/110049755170135462/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7185916&amp;postID=110049755170135462' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7185916/posts/default/110049755170135462'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7185916/posts/default/110049755170135462'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kcmai.blogspot.com/2004/11/mad-songs.html' title='Mad Songs'/><author><name>Casey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06419007795120755333</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://forums.sudhian.com/i/authorsicons/stewie_rev.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7185916.post-110049688822235829</id><published>2004-11-15T16:24:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2004-11-15T16:34:48.223+11:00</updated><title type='text'>Pyrmont</title><content type='html'>&lt;table id="HB_Mail_Container" height="100%" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" width="100%" border="0" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr height="100%" width="100%" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;td id="HB_Focus_Element" valign="top" width="100%" background="" height="250" unselectable="off"&gt;Well, what can i say, maybe i can just clap, then pause for a minute and clap again? &lt;strong&gt;Today was so bad. Geography exucursion. Pyrmont. Boiling Hot. Miss Pippislut.&lt;/strong&gt; Where to start? Where to start? Actually i couldn't be bothered. Maybe i'll go get sum watermelon..mmm....I feel fatter than usual because on the way home from the airport yesters, we stopped at Krispy Kremes. As we waited for the donuts, we watched various shapes and sizes walk through the fat doors (they make them fat so know 1 will get stuck on they're way out), the majority of the people were overweight. Some were much more.&lt;br /&gt;Well, cya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr hb_tag="1" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;td style="FONT-SIZE: 1pt" height="1" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;div id="hotbar_promo"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7185916-110049688822235829?l=kcmai.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kcmai.blogspot.com/feeds/110049688822235829/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7185916&amp;postID=110049688822235829' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7185916/posts/default/110049688822235829'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7185916/posts/default/110049688822235829'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kcmai.blogspot.com/2004/11/pyrmont.html' title='Pyrmont'/><author><name>Casey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06419007795120755333</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://forums.sudhian.com/i/authorsicons/stewie_rev.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7185916.post-109938154565067559</id><published>2004-11-02T18:11:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2004-11-02T18:45:45.650+11:00</updated><title type='text'>Circular Quay</title><content type='html'>&lt;table id="HB_Mail_Container" height="100%" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" width="100%" border="0" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr height="100%" width="100%" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;td id="HB_Focus_Element" valign="top" width="100%" background="" height="250" unselectable="off"&gt;I did a really meaningful long post, published it for 5 minutes, then decided it would spark too many questions, so i just deleted it. I wasted a whole hour.&lt;br /&gt;About 30 students in yr 9 from mi skool went to Circular Quay 2day. We were visiting the Contempory Art Museum, but it was really cool coz we only spent an hour in the museum, and beforehand and afterwards we just all went off in seperate directions and had fun. It was cool.&lt;br /&gt;We (Mel, Gem, Beth and I) did our Serial Silliness task, which was fun. This consisted of going up to Police officers and Fire Fighters etc. and getting them to hold an "I Love Ernie" sign. Our first target was an Australian Army Airforce Officer, with his lil' sailor hat. As i approached him i sed "Excuse me! Can we get a picture of you with this sign for a challenge?" He cautiously agreed, as we shuved the sign in his hands, put the cameras infront of his face, and watched as his girlfriend kept walking in hysterics. We decided that wasn't enough.&lt;br /&gt;We then went walkies, to the bottom of the Sydney Harbour bridge, where we found a car crash surrounded by Firefighters, police and NRMA workers. Perfect. We picked a firefighter and wen Mel asked him, he laughed at the weirdness that is us. He reluctantly posed with our shabby sign, but afterwards his mate (who had a sexy fire man hat) came and showed him how it was done. He took the sign and also posed. Excellent! 2 for 1. It was funny coz i think the first guy thought we were mocking him, i think he though Ernie was a MAN!&lt;br /&gt;Also we got piks of a hot chef, but he wasnt holding the sign :(  Hannah and co. saw a real bum cottage/village. This consisted of an old pram, a trolley, many carboard boxes and other unrecognisable items chucked under hession, as a cheap alternative for shelter near the station.&lt;br /&gt;While waiting at Wharf 4, i decided to take a video of Mel interviewing sum people about ernie.&lt;br /&gt;I turned the video camera on and started filming. Mel found her target. She walked up to a lady and her friend and asked "Do you love Ernie?" The lady was like :"What!?" Mel repeated the question. "I don't know Ernie!?".&lt;br /&gt;Mel="But do u luv Ernie!?"&lt;br /&gt;Lady= "Maybe if i knew him!"&lt;br /&gt;Mel= "It's a place not a person."&lt;br /&gt;Lady= "Ohh"&lt;br /&gt;Mel=" So do you lover Ernie?"&lt;br /&gt;We eventually got her and her friend to admit their love for Ernie, but it took 3 seperate videos, and most of it is Mel rambling on about stuff that doesnt make sence.&lt;br /&gt;Yeh so we got the train to Chatty, where Beth got on the Belrose bus and Mel and I were gonna wait for the Davo one. So we went down to the Molini Mules shop, where we saw Bec and Courtney. We also saw Maya busking! It was soo weird, between getting off the train and getting on the bus i saw Pip, Lara, Nadia, Clarke, Thorn (is that how u spell it&gt; prncd. vorn), Maya, Bec, Courtney, Rory, Mia and sum one else i cant remember.&lt;br /&gt;Weird, n e ways, i g2g.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr hb_tag="1" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;td style="FONT-SIZE: 1pt" height="1" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;div id="hotbar_promo"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7185916-109938154565067559?l=kcmai.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kcmai.blogspot.com/feeds/109938154565067559/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7185916&amp;postID=109938154565067559' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7185916/posts/default/109938154565067559'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7185916/posts/default/109938154565067559'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kcmai.blogspot.com/2004/11/circular-quay.html' title='Circular Quay'/><author><name>Casey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06419007795120755333</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://forums.sudhian.com/i/authorsicons/stewie_rev.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7185916.post-109903189255900475</id><published>2004-10-29T16:26:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2004-10-29T16:38:12.560+10:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Being robbed was fully new to me wen we first got robbed. It makes you feel so insecure, knowing tyhat sum1 could get into ur house if they wanted to. Coz they didn't break the glass windows or anything they were just able to open them. So it was a bit scary late at nite for about a month afta that, but last night i had sum familiar feelings.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;1) It wasn't windy outside my front door because it is wind protected-fully, yet Barney (bro) heard the door rattle. He got up and looked at the door where the keys were swinging.&lt;br /&gt;2) That happened twice.&lt;br /&gt;3) There was numerous noises around the bottom floor-the steriotypical hit-the-rubbish-bin noises.&lt;br /&gt;4)Once Barney and I both went to bed, i heard sum1 walk down the stairs. I shrugged it off thinking it was just me, but seconds later Barney came in asking me whether i heard it too.&lt;br /&gt;5) Lastly, i didn't wanna close my eyes so i decided to read myself to sleep. As i was getting tired, i looked at the curtains to my room (hard to explain), they were moving slightly-really slightly-but i noticed and sed "hello" outloud to let who or what was out there, know that i was there. Suddenly the curtains stopped-they didn't move again untill i went to sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe im just paranoid, but mayb my house is haunted? lol. I have this family friend, right? And when i first met their son *Tom he was about 7 years old. I had been told a story earlier about sumthing when he was a baby-but i didn't really accept/register that *Tom was the boy in the story. The story happened when *Tom was just born and their family moved into a new house. It was a huge house and it was just *Tom and his mum alone in the house in the daytime. *Tom was in his cott, while his mum was in the kitchen cooking-they had one of those baby speaker system things on. *Tom had never had his first word and wen his mum heard *Tom mumble sumthing into the speaker she was overjoyed as she ran to the cott. Upon arrival, not only did she see her baby *Tom, but also another little boy in the cott with him with darker skin. She realised what *tom was saying, his first words had been "Evil...Evil...Evil...". *Tom was never told this story and his family have to lie to him about his first word. *Jess, his sister (who is now my age) came home from school one day and wen she opened the front door she called out to her mum and while doing so she saw a dark skinned lady walk up the stairs. *Jess assured herself that the lady was the window cleaner or sumthing but wen she asked her mum "Mum? Why is that dark lady in our house?...Is she the window cleaner?" her mum sed urgently "What dark lady!?". Together they went thru the house and couldn't find any lady so they agreed not to talk about it. Jess and her mum have both seen more 'things' then, but *Jess' and *Tom's dad won't believe it. He tells us he has never seen anything and that the girls are just making it up. I thopught he was right for a while. But then Rach (mi friend) and I talked to *Jess' older sister, *Sarah (yr 12) about it and she sed she sumtimes saw things too but didnt tell anyone coz she didn't want to believe it.&lt;br /&gt;Lucky *Tom, he'll bever know...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;table id="HB_Mail_Container" height="100%" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" width="100%" border="0" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr height="100%" unselectable="on" width="100%"&gt;&lt;td id="HB_Focus_Element" valign="top" width="100%" background="" height="250" unselectable="off"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr unselectable="on" hb_tag="1"&gt;&lt;td style="FONT-SIZE: 1pt" height="1" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;div id="hotbar_promo"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7185916-109903189255900475?l=kcmai.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kcmai.blogspot.com/feeds/109903189255900475/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7185916&amp;postID=109903189255900475' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7185916/posts/default/109903189255900475'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7185916/posts/default/109903189255900475'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kcmai.blogspot.com/2004/10/being-robbed-was-fully-new-to-me-wen.html' title=''/><author><name>Casey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06419007795120755333</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://forums.sudhian.com/i/authorsicons/stewie_rev.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7185916.post-109895882711703237</id><published>2004-10-28T19:43:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2004-10-28T20:20:27.116+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Big Bad Casey and Bus Crisis</title><content type='html'>&lt;table id="HB_Mail_Container" height="100%" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" width="100%" border="0" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr height="100%" unselectable="on" width="100%"&gt;&lt;td id="HB_Focus_Element" valign="top" width="100%" background="" height="250" unselectable="off"&gt;Well i am now due for my 2nd Afternoon detention in 1 week!!&lt;br /&gt;The detention i recieved today was for making a lil year 7 cry about getting her uniform wet and whimping that she was the target or a huge year 9 bullying organisation. Ha. It could happen. Im not, unlike Julia, showing any simpathy coz she ran of to the teacher, she shoulda talked to me (even tho i wouldntve done that if i was her lol, but i wouldnt tell a teacher! Id get paybak). N e ways, Mrs. Mitchel was on a man hunt to kill me at lunchtime yesterday. I seriously was scared.&lt;br /&gt;N e ways, it was sooo funny (in hindsight) this morning. Here's how it goes:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Beth, Mel and I sat petrified at the amount of study we had to learn in less than 2 hours on Beth's (v. cool) couch at 9:30 this morning. Our bus was going to be at Glenrose at 9:52, to take us to school giving us 5 minutes to spare before our Art Examination started. We decided to get a move on, and as we neared Glenrose, Mel saw a bus heading the way we were heading.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"Ha! Wouldn't that be hilarious if that was our bu-"&lt;/strong&gt; I said with a laugh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"Erm...Casey?....Did that just say...Chatsw-....Oh crap!!" &lt;/strong&gt;Mel exclaimed.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;We all ran to the bus stop and checked the time of the next bus. It turned out that the next bus was coming at 10:31. By that time our peers would be in the classroom signing their examination slip.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"Craaaaappppp!!!"&lt;/strong&gt; We all cried in unison. At first we laughed at ourselves, but it wasn't long until that laugh transformed into a whimper.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;We got out Beth's mobile and started walking to Forestway (pointless really). We first called Guy to get Lucinda's number, then we rang Lucinda but she was at college and wouldnt pick up, we tried her 3 more times but still no answer. We then decided to call Helen to see wether she could take us randomly, but no answer. We then called the church-no answer. Rach-no P Plate! Tom-he was in Chatty :(    Im sure he thought that us ringing was majorly random. N e ways we tried sum other assorted people-sum of them at skool, sum of then doing HSC etc. We ended up trying to ring Lucinda once more. She picked up. She was in a College lecture tho so she was whispering but she couldnt pick us up, so we got Riley's number, rang him, woke him up, and asked whether he could come from Crown of the Hill to Davidson to pik us up...lol. Miraculously (is that correct spelling?) he agreed. That nwas soo sooo sooo nice of him. Thanku Riley. Minutes before we were standing before god asking for a miracle. He once again delivered and as we sat waiting for Riley we had a thank fest:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"....Thanks 4 Riley..."&lt;br /&gt;"....Thanks 4 mobile phones..."&lt;br /&gt;"....Thanks for friends..."&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"....Thanks for your help!..."&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Riley eventually came and he drove us to school, and we didn't miss the exam!! The teachers were just going thru the rules and signing the slips and we were just about to start the 5 min reading time. We were supposed to be in the exam classroom at 10:30, and the exam started at precisely 10:45, and we arrived in the classroom at 10:43. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks again Riley, beff's mum woulda killed Beff if she missed that exam....and Loz woulda killed me. (*gulp*)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr unselectable="on" hb_tag="1"&gt;&lt;td style="FONT-SIZE: 1pt" height="1" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;div id="hotbar_promo"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7185916-109895882711703237?l=kcmai.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kcmai.blogspot.com/feeds/109895882711703237/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7185916&amp;postID=109895882711703237' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7185916/posts/default/109895882711703237'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7185916/posts/default/109895882711703237'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kcmai.blogspot.com/2004/10/big-bad-casey-and-bus-crisis.html' title='Big Bad Casey and Bus Crisis'/><author><name>Casey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06419007795120755333</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://forums.sudhian.com/i/authorsicons/stewie_rev.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7185916.post-109851405606042523</id><published>2004-10-23T16:00:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2004-10-23T16:47:36.060+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Well</title><content type='html'>&lt;table id="HB_Mail_Container" height="100%" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" width="100%" border="0" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr height="100%" width="100%" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;td id="HB_Focus_Element" valign="top" width="100%" background="" height="250" unselectable="off"&gt;Hello Blog and Non-existent blog readers...How are y'all 2day? I'm great. Exams this week...Im excited. Late mornings.....massive bludge...an excuse to eat lollies (they help my brain work) and lotsa formal exams. I like the formal part, not the exam.&lt;br /&gt;N e ways, it was quite amusing the other day. Tutor Group time. Art Room.&lt;br /&gt;We have two art rooms at school that join together by a door, (although there are 2 other doors to enter from) and Jacki, Gem, Hannaniah and I were in one art room, and Bates and his Tutor group were in the other room (inc. Ellen and Beth).  Jacki and Han were wrapping up paint (big spoons full) in glad wrap so Gem and I decided to join in. Soon enough there were 3 gigantic pounds on the joining door, and within seconds, Ellen and Beff burst in and slammed the door on Bates face. "Phew...he was making us stay in there, we escaped..." they panted, as they leant on the door. Bates was on the opposite side trying to open the door, but he failed coz it was his flimsy muscles against 6 of ours. The Librarian who was supposed to be controlling us to prevent things like this sed "What are you girls doing?" we replied with "We're gonna throw paint balls at Bates". "Oh OK then, make sure i can still see you..." she answered.  We then threw the glad wrap balls of paint (paint balls) at Bates. He scuttled like a girl dodging them all (he was laughing tho), occasionally picking one up throwing it at us only to hit the wall which he will later have to pay for (Muahahaha), Beth managed to get a red paint ball to explode on his rowing polo top. Suddenly, a wave of silence fell over everyone. We all quickly slammed the door and watched from the window as he was still starring down at his newly red top. The next thing we knew he had caught us by surprise and came through the opposite door, and with a solemn tone he sed "Girls, follow me." Eventually we all followed him as he led us to THE DEPUTY'S office. Miss. Davis (my connection in the office) told me that Ms. Douglas and Ms. Reynolds were in the hall and wouldnt be in their office anyway, so i had nuthin 2 worry bout. We kept following bates to the deputy's office, where he walked in, and told us to wait in the hallway. He started talking to the 'deputy' in her office, even though she wasnt there. Confused? My conclusion: A) Bates is sycho and was talking to himself thinking he was talking to sumone else.&lt;br /&gt;B) Bates pretended that the Deputy was in her office so we'd b scared or sumin (which we weren't).&lt;br /&gt;I choose B). Although Bates is often dumb at times, i don't think he has &lt;strong&gt;completely&lt;/strong&gt; lost it.&lt;br /&gt;So yeh, he told us we had an arvo detention on friday from 3:30 to 4:30. Great. Everyone except Ellen and I had IGSSA gym on friday all day anyways. So they obviously they couldn't make it for a reasonable reason. Ellen had TKD and i had to meet Helen, so neither could we. The gymnasts all were gonna just skip it and not tell Bates. I thought this was quite stupid bcoz then he would just get even more angry and you could end up with 2 detentions or sumin. I suggested we just tell him that we couldnt make it, and he would change it to another day and most probably 4get it n e way. But noooooo...they, well one of them called me a goody goody and a selfish person. Which i partly disagree with. I am a goody goody sumtimes, and i have no problem with that-id much rather be a 'goody goody' than a liar. But selfish! I probably am sumtimes selfish, but on thursday i wasnt. If i had not told Bates, we wouldve gotten into more trouble, all of us, and if i did tell him that we wouldnt be there, then he wouldve changed the date and most probably 4get the whole thing.&lt;br /&gt;I decided to tell him, and so Ellen and I spoke to him and he sed he'll postpone it, which was good coz that normally means ur off the hook coz he 4gets everything. I told the group that he postponed it and they were like "Thanks" (coz now we wont get a detention at all probably Muahahaha).&lt;br /&gt;Neways, i thought bak to wot that person had sed, and if i had done it her way, not sed n e thing to Bates, i wouldve been in heaps more trouble.&lt;br /&gt;SO the moral is: Telling the truth is for the better, and *Person, learn it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr hb_tag="1" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;td style="FONT-SIZE: 1pt" height="1" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;div id="hotbar_promo"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7185916-109851405606042523?l=kcmai.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kcmai.blogspot.com/feeds/109851405606042523/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7185916&amp;postID=109851405606042523' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7185916/posts/default/109851405606042523'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7185916/posts/default/109851405606042523'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kcmai.blogspot.com/2004/10/well.html' title='Well'/><author><name>Casey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06419007795120755333</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://forums.sudhian.com/i/authorsicons/stewie_rev.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7185916.post-109801500978316904</id><published>2004-10-17T21:39:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2004-10-17T22:10:09.783+10:00</updated><title type='text'>This is cool</title><content type='html'>Im sitting here in front of the computer listening, you heard me, to my study notes. Brilliant plan; tape all study notes, go to gym, work out WHILE learning, GENIOUS! Arghh! I think i spelt that wrong, meh!&lt;br /&gt;N e ways, i got sick of listening to my voice so instead i procrastinated in the form of taping songs on the tape aswell, so if i get bored in the gym, i can just fast forward to the good stuff, tha musik! Sick m8, sick!&lt;br /&gt;Church was fun as 2nite. Except how yukki was that concuction James n Josh made-that was sik! I wish Monty came tho, that wouldve bin funny to see him drink it..&lt;br /&gt;N e ways, ima gonna go prepare mi lunch, ciao now. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7185916-109801500978316904?l=kcmai.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kcmai.blogspot.com/feeds/109801500978316904/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7185916&amp;postID=109801500978316904' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7185916/posts/default/109801500978316904'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7185916/posts/default/109801500978316904'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kcmai.blogspot.com/2004/10/this-is-cool.html' title='This is cool'/><author><name>Casey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06419007795120755333</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://forums.sudhian.com/i/authorsicons/stewie_rev.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7185916.post-109790383712703231</id><published>2004-10-16T15:00:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2004-10-16T15:17:17.126+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Casey</title><content type='html'>&lt;table id="HB_Mail_Container" height="100%" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" width="100%" border="0" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr height="100%" width="100%" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;td id="HB_Focus_Element" valign="top" width="100%" background="" height="250" unselectable="off"&gt;Male&lt;br /&gt;Celtic / Gaelic&lt;br /&gt;Brave, watchful&lt;br /&gt;4/5 stars&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Go me!! Except im female.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Beth: f, Hebrew, means 'house of god'.&lt;br /&gt;Mel: m/f, Celtic/Gaelic, means 'Mill Worker'.&lt;br /&gt;Barnabus: m, Hebrew, 'son of prophesy', haha-barnabus only got 1 star!! Muahahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.babynamesworld.com"&gt;www.babynamesworld.com&lt;/a&gt; you gotta luv it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr hb_tag="1" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;td style="FONT-SIZE: 1pt" height="1" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;div id="hotbar_promo"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7185916-109790383712703231?l=kcmai.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kcmai.blogspot.com/feeds/109790383712703231/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7185916&amp;postID=109790383712703231' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7185916/posts/default/109790383712703231'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7185916/posts/default/109790383712703231'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kcmai.blogspot.com/2004/10/casey.html' title='Casey'/><author><name>Casey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06419007795120755333</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://forums.sudhian.com/i/authorsicons/stewie_rev.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7185916.post-109757319595873423</id><published>2004-10-12T19:09:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2004-10-12T19:26:35.960+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Job!~and a rather embarrassing moment</title><content type='html'>&lt;table id="HB_Mail_Container" height="100%" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" width="100%" border="0" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr height="100%" width="100%" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;td id="HB_Focus_Element" valign="top" width="100%" background="" height="250" unselectable="off"&gt;Calm down Casey, you havn't got it yet...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;JOB!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unfortunately, the interview is at the same time as our small group outing....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;JOB!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who cares~My first interview...I dont even want the $money$, im just facinated at the idea of working....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;WOO!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, ive tried to move the interview earlier so i wont have to miss DeeWhy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Neways, now for the embarassing momento&lt;em&gt;...here's how it goes...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fiddling with my fingers in assembly, i stared blankly at the speaker who was going on about some debating tournement.."...Team A12 had a wonderful win over Kambala B13s, ill read quickly the debaters in the winning teams, Alice Hannigan, Mya Wilson, Samantha Powers, Jennie Craig, Michelle Waters, Katerina Malova, Ellen Fletcher, Rachel Pickering, Daniella Thomas, Katheri......" She just went on and on and on, at a million miles an hour! I hardly could make out one name she was going so fast! N e ways, she finally finished and a sudden rush, an urge, came through me telling me to clap. Partly because she was finally finished, and also because i thought one should be congradulated for speaking, without error, so fast. I lifted my arms in the air, and started a slow, loud clap. Unfortunately, the rest of the school, didnt exacly catch on, they just sat there staring at me for what felt like a minute, then erupted in laughter (well my friends did, and sum other randoms. Others just turned around and stared sum more). I lowered my hands with a whimper with all the unwanted attention, as assembly restarted. Beth and Gemma were in fits of laughter and were making me laugh! It sucked, i tried to just cross my hands and stare at the chair infront, but i couldnt help but laugh at my sad self. In hindsight, what i shouldve done after the girl's speech, is i shouldve stood up, as if standing to start a standing ovation, and then do tha slow clap.  That wouldve been embarrassing but hilarious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr hb_tag="1" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;td style="FONT-SIZE: 1pt" height="1" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;div id="hotbar_promo"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7185916-109757319595873423?l=kcmai.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kcmai.blogspot.com/feeds/109757319595873423/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7185916&amp;postID=109757319595873423' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7185916/posts/default/109757319595873423'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7185916/posts/default/109757319595873423'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kcmai.blogspot.com/2004/10/joband-rather-embarrassing-moment.html' title='Job!~and a rather embarrassing moment'/><author><name>Casey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06419007795120755333</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://forums.sudhian.com/i/authorsicons/stewie_rev.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7185916.post-109748412043910084</id><published>2004-10-11T18:23:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2004-10-11T18:42:00.440+10:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;table id="HB_Mail_Container" height="100%" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" width="100%" border="0" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr height="100%" unselectable="on" width="100%"&gt;&lt;td id="HB_Focus_Element" valign="top" width="100%" background="" height="250" unselectable="off"&gt;I, for some strange reason decided to go on a hike today, ino, ino-im crazy. I went with Danielle and Rachel and it was sooo hot and we didn't bring any water only 3 cans of lemonade stuff. So, naturally we died. I was wearing a halterneck top and got all these bugs on mi shoulders, eww, it was so yuck-i hate bugs!&lt;br /&gt;Also i am soo clumsy! 5 minutes into the first walk a slipped down the side of this cliff thing and got all these scrapes on my thigh, then i kept walking and tripped over a root, and face-planted the dirt. Also i tripped numerous times on the hike. We eventually got back to my house, had a swim, then decided to have another walk in the opposite direction. This time, i decided i would wear thongs, and apon reaching the pipeline i majorly tripped and the fence cut into my leg. We walked on the pipeline for a while, and i was looking up at this balcony where all these dogs were yelping...next thing i knew i had tripped over those big pump things in the pipeline and fell onto it, bolts and all screwing themselves into my newly tanned leg!! It hurt badly, it kinda just went numb, u no wen u hurt urself, u dont wanna stand u just wanna fall? Yeh, well i kinda did that, but lukily Dan and Rach caught me b4 i fell fully off the pipe, that shocked me a bit.&lt;br /&gt;N e ways, im home now. And i hav poppas for skool 2morro! Im so excited, i love poppas.&lt;br /&gt;I saw the Lion King last nit, i luved it, and i saw Caity there! How weird.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;n e ways, life is good rite now. Not just 4 me...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr unselectable="on" hb_tag="1"&gt;&lt;td style="FONT-SIZE: 1pt" height="1" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;div id="hotbar_promo"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7185916-109748412043910084?l=kcmai.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kcmai.blogspot.com/feeds/109748412043910084/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7185916&amp;postID=109748412043910084' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7185916/posts/default/109748412043910084'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7185916/posts/default/109748412043910084'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kcmai.blogspot.com/2004/10/i-for-some-strange-reason-decided-to.html' title=''/><author><name>Casey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06419007795120755333</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://forums.sudhian.com/i/authorsicons/stewie_rev.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7185916.post-109742152410895157</id><published>2004-10-10T23:42:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2004-10-11T01:18:44.106+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Stories # 1, # 2 and # 3-Please read people</title><content type='html'>&lt;table id="HB_Mail_Container" height="100%" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" width="100%" border="0" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr height="100%" unselectable="on" width="100%"&gt;&lt;td id="HB_Focus_Element" valign="top" width="100%" background="" height="250" unselectable="off"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Story #1 - Chances&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Background Info&lt;/strong&gt;: I was told this true story in an evangelism lecture, that related slightly to evangelism. The moral was that you should never pass an opportunity to evangelise, you should just be bold, take a chance and see what happens; it could turn out for the best. Refer to &lt;strong&gt;Story #2&lt;/strong&gt; aswell-&lt;strong&gt;A True Evangelist&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is this highway in the USA, and if you follow it, you come to a huge bridge. Underneath the bridge is an Insulym (? is that how you spell it ?) / mental hospital, and along the highway there are heaps of signs saying "WARNING: Do Not Pick Up Hitchhikers". These signs were because some people from the mental institution, sometimes escaped, and in the past there had been a murder in association with this.&lt;br /&gt;Well, a couple of years ago, it was a rainy stormy night and a pastor and his wife were driving along this highway. The pastor's wife saw the numerous signs and said "Whatever you do, don't pick anyone up". Knowing her generous husband, she mentioned this various times just in case, "Don't pull over...". Eventually, the pastor saw a man beside the road, screaming out something to him and waving his jacked around like a crazy man. The pastor kept driving towards him, with his wife still telling him not to pull over. The pastor just couldn't drive past, "I, I, I just can't, i can't just leave him, I have to pull over."&lt;br /&gt;He pulled over next to the seemingly crazy man, stepped out of his car and told his wife to lock the doors after him, just in case. He approached the man with caution, but as he approached the 'crazy' man exclaimed "Thankyou, thankyou! You don't understand! The bridge, it, it, collapsed! All these cars didn't stop and just kept driving, and they, they, they went off, they died".&lt;br /&gt;Together, the pastor, his wife and the man who had been signalling to them on the road, all tried to capture other driver's attention and get them to stop, so they wouldn't fall off the bridge, but still no cars stopped, and this went on, and heaps of people died in this sad occurrence.&lt;br /&gt;So you see, if this pastor hadn't taken this amazing risk, he would be dead right now. Instead, he went against what the signs and his wife were telling him, took a chance, and this resulted in him saving his and his wife's life. So next time you feel the L&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;ORD&lt;/span&gt; is asking you to spread his wonderful word, take a chance, accept the test, and just do it. What have you got to lose? Nothing, but you can gain a christian.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Story #2 - A True Evangelist&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Background Info&lt;/strong&gt;: This was a story that Judah Smith (funniest pastor ever) told us. It was a story about when he accepted the L&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;ORD&lt;/span&gt;'s test and evangelised to his whole school. The lesson is the same as the previous story, but also just an encouragement to evangelise at school. To let the L&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;ORD&lt;/span&gt;, work through you and reach many schools. (I am guessing some of the quotes to make it more easy to understand, so they are not direct, but they did happen, i am just wording them differently). &lt;strong&gt;1 Samuel 17:20 - "If you will step out, God will meet you."&lt;/strong&gt; (i dont know whether that quote is correct or not coz i couldnt b bothered getting mi bible and checking, so feel free to give me confirmation through commenting-that is my weak atepmt to get comments, lol)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Judah was in Year 12 when he evangelised to his whole school. He grew up in the USA, a strong christian, and he felt the L&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;ORD&lt;/span&gt; was telling him to tell everyone at his school his testimony and evangelise.&lt;br /&gt;The first day of school was only a couple of days away, and this was the only day of the year where the whole school attended the same lunch in the caffeteria. Every other lunch of the school year was year groups at a time, because the caffeteria didn't hold that many people, except for the first day. Judah had no idea what he was going to tell everyone, he had nothing prepared and he was scared out of his wits.&lt;br /&gt;The day came, and as lunchtime drew near, Judah was so scared and anxious. Lunchtime finally came and for the first hour he couldn't bring himself to do it. He looked at his watch, and saw he only had 10 minutes left of lunch, he began to panic and thought, 'Well its now or never'.&lt;br /&gt;His friend came up to him and exclaimed "Yo! J-dawg? Wats up my bro? Come with me, we're going down to the carpark", Judah responded by saying "Look mate, there's just something i gotta do...". His friend watched as Judah solemnly stood onto a seat, and then onto a table.&lt;br /&gt;At this point, Judah was pissing himself, he had no idea wat he was going to say. "Errmmm.....Excuse me, excuse me everyone" he said, clearing his voice. Silence. Suddenly the L&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;ORD&lt;/span&gt;'s spirit just swept through him, and he started preaching. "Hello, for those of you who don't know me, I'm Judah Smith, and im a Chrisitan. When i was........" He continued to preach, untill he spotted a group of year nines talking, who stood up and started walking out of the caffeteria. "Oi!" he exclaimed, "I'm older than you, so SIT DOWN!!!!". He continued his amazing preaching untill the same group of year 9's started talking really loudly again. Judah wasn't the most popular kid at school, so when the captain of the football team (major jock) stood on the opposite table and screamed "Shutup everyone! He's till talking!" (pointing at Judah), Judah felt a new wave of encouragement. Judah kept talking 'till the end of lunch with no more interuptions.&lt;br /&gt;Judah was approached by 50 students in his year alone saying that, thanks to him, they had turned their life to Christ. Not only this, but an english teacher spent the next 2 weeks breaking up into segments, Judah's speech, discussing how effective and thought out it was, and discussing it in various english classes for the following 2 weeks. &lt;br /&gt;Judah made a huge impact at his school, and i just thought id write this down coz hopefully it will inspire other people to do the same. Although i don't think anyone reads my blog anymore :(   Oh well, their loss, eh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr unselectable="on" hb_tag="1"&gt;&lt;td style="FONT-SIZE: 1pt" height="1" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;div id="hotbar_promo"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Story #3 - Cheating&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;Background Info: This story hasn't really got a huge moral, just another thing i learnt. Just that, the L&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;ORD&lt;/span&gt;'s tests are &lt;strong&gt;OPEN-BOOK&lt;/strong&gt; people! Hallelujia, we have a licence to cheat. You see, God tests, the devil tempts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Judah was talking about how bad he was at maths at school, and whenever he was given a test in class, the teacher would have a little chuckle as if, "What's the point of even giving this to you, your gonna fail...". N e way, one day, he was saying that the teacher told them that they were having an open-book test, and he was so happy coz i mean, and open-book test is easy. You just have to copy the answers! He loved it coz he had a licence to cheat! He realised that this was like Christianity. The L&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;ORD &lt;/span&gt;constantly feeds us tests, and although hard to accept at first, all these tests are open-book, the Bible! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;There were soo many other things i learnt at encounterfest, and soo many other stories, too many to tell. The atmosphere on Saturday night was a story in itself, it just blew me away. I remember just before i left to go to encounterfest, i tried to think of what i was expecting and like a steriotypical christian at hillsong. I had the image of thousands of people standing there, reaching their hands out to the L&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;ORD&lt;/span&gt;, singing praise, tears streaming down their faces. I ended up being right, but i dont think it was the people, it was the place and &lt;strong&gt;who&lt;/strong&gt; was in that place if your following (that doesnt &lt;strong&gt;seem&lt;/strong&gt; to make sence, but it does, i think), coz when i was there, specially saturday night, it is all just so emotional and tear-jerking that i was doing things not knowing i was actually doing them. Like i was praising the Lord and suddenly i saw my arms infront of my face, reaching out, and unshed tears in my eyes. I don't think i even felt like i wanted to be doing that, it was just happening, you know? The same thing happened with everyone else.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Neway, ima gonna go.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7185916-109742152410895157?l=kcmai.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kcmai.blogspot.com/feeds/109742152410895157/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7185916&amp;postID=109742152410895157' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7185916/posts/default/109742152410895157'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7185916/posts/default/109742152410895157'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kcmai.blogspot.com/2004/10/stories-1-2-and-3-please-read-people.html' title='Stories # 1, # 2 and # 3-Please read people'/><author><name>Casey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06419007795120755333</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://forums.sudhian.com/i/authorsicons/stewie_rev.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7185916.post-109737492229417455</id><published>2004-10-10T13:18:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2004-10-10T12:22:02.293+10:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'm back, and i feel changed, renewed. It was, at times, overwhelming, but for the most part, absolutely amazing, undescribable, life changing...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7185916-109737492229417455?l=kcmai.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kcmai.blogspot.com/feeds/109737492229417455/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7185916&amp;postID=109737492229417455' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7185916/posts/default/109737492229417455'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7185916/posts/default/109737492229417455'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kcmai.blogspot.com/2004/10/im-back-and-i-feel-changed-renewed.html' title=''/><author><name>Casey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06419007795120755333</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://forums.sudhian.com/i/authorsicons/stewie_rev.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7185916.post-109711772480340327</id><published>2004-10-07T13:42:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2004-10-07T12:55:24.803+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Love</title><content type='html'>&lt;table id="HB_Mail_Container" height="100%" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" width="100%" border="0" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr height="100%" width="100%" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;td id="HB_Focus_Element" valign="top" width="100%" background="" height="250" unselectable="off"&gt;Alot of my friends are probably like "Finally! Who?!", but sorry guys, not like that. I'm just so at peace right now, i feel fullfilled, im just an undescribable word, you know? Well, maybe i just don't know enough english yet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I love God&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I love&lt;/strong&gt; my family and friends&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I love&lt;/strong&gt; church&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I love&lt;/strong&gt; music&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I love&lt;/strong&gt; holidays, yet weirdly I love school. I do, i can't explain why, i just get up in the mornings and im excited (gees im a nerd).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I love&lt;/strong&gt; 2004! This time last year i would've been stressed about exams, but this year, i dunno, my study is finished, i just don't care, i don't think it matters, im not getting money if i pass, there are no teachers that told me if i didn't raise my marks id be put into the bottom class (although i've had various other threats, most focused on my sleeping habbits)...Besides, what have i got to lose? Im already in the bottom english, science and civics class. I spoze i kinda want the exams to come quickly, just to have fun, 5 massive days of bludging. Don't quote me on all this stuff, k?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I love&lt;/strong&gt; nervousness; right before going on stage, sometimes i get nervous, but when your called up you just get this huge weight pulled off your shoulders, and your just replaced fully by joy and exhilleration, i love it. Maybe i don't love nervousness, maybe i love performing? Or the lead up to performances?&lt;br /&gt;I'm sure no-one wants to read all this, but i want to write it, so &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;hm&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I love&lt;/strong&gt; being excited! I can't wait 'till 2nite, the first encounterfest conference! It's gonna be "3 days of epic praise and worship, inspiring teaching and the best time with friends and God...". Go to &lt;a href="http://www.hillsong.com"&gt;www.hillsong.com&lt;/a&gt; 4 more details.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I love&lt;/strong&gt; BABBLING! Like i am doing now, no one is reading this so i could just go on and on and on and on and on! I will not though, i have other things i can go enjoy. I hope everyone else is feeling as happy as i.&lt;br /&gt;Cya, Casey.&lt;br /&gt;PS. On a totally different tone, i just wanted to say im listening to the saddest song, its the original 'Heaven', except you can hear a young girl's voice on top of the song, and she is like talking to/about her dad, who died in 911. I'll finish with someone of the monologue. It won't be the same, you have to hear her voice and how she pauses when she is like crying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"Its been a year daddy....I really really miss you....Mummy says your safe now, in a beautiful place called heaven! We had your favourite dinner 2nite, i ate it allll up! Even tho i dont like carrots........I learnt how to swim this summer....I can even open my eyes....underwater.....Can't you see me?......I started kindergarten this year...I have a picture of us in my blues clues lunchbox....you were the greatest daddy..........I can swing on the swing by myself!.....Cant you see me?.....I miss how you used to tickle me, tickle my belly. My belly hurts....I try not to cry, mum says its okay......I know you dont like it when i cry.......now i dont need to be sad...i try daddy but it hurts. Coz i know your not coming home.....im presuming your in heaven, okay?......I gotta go bed now......i sleep with the light on...just incase you come home, and kiss me goodnight. I love you so much, I miss you daddy."&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr hb_tag="1" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;td style="FONT-SIZE: 1pt" height="1" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;div id="hotbar_promo"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7185916-109711772480340327?l=kcmai.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kcmai.blogspot.com/feeds/109711772480340327/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7185916&amp;postID=109711772480340327' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7185916/posts/default/109711772480340327'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7185916/posts/default/109711772480340327'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kcmai.blogspot.com/2004/10/love_07.html' title='Love'/><author><name>Casey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06419007795120755333</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://forums.sudhian.com/i/authorsicons/stewie_rev.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7185916.post-109698403911054709</id><published>2004-10-05T23:11:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2004-10-05T23:47:19.110+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Sleep-ins, Tennis, Beach and Dinner</title><content type='html'>&lt;table id="HB_Mail_Container" height="100%" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" width="100%" border="0" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr height="100%" width="100%" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;td id="HB_Focus_Element" valign="top" width="100%" background="" height="250" unselectable="off"&gt;Well, yesterday was nice. I managed to have my first proper &lt;strong&gt;sleep-i&lt;/strong&gt;n of the holidays, and then once i had woken (around 12!) i went to play tennis at Evergreen with &lt;strong&gt;Dani, Kimi, Rach, Amelia and Vanessa&lt;/strong&gt;. It was heaps of fun, except for the fact that i majorly suck at the game. Dani (Fox not Humphris) has changed soo much. When we were young, and walking around the rock pools and stuff she used to always be the one daring enough to stick her hand in a big cave in the rockpool and she pulled out all types of animals, and she used to find homes for the different creatures with perfect environments and stuff so the creature would be happy, she was like an Animal Rights Activist. Yeh, well, yesterday she was telling me about how her and Vanessa were playing with George's &lt;strong&gt;frogs&lt;/strong&gt; and they were throwing them at the wall! Dani sed she wanted to see if they stuck there like that gooey gak stuff, but instead they rebounded and fell to the ground, eventually, &lt;strong&gt;one died&lt;/strong&gt;. :(&lt;br /&gt;Dani's friend, Amelia looked soo familiar, and she was so pretty, so i guessed she was a model or sumthing. Guess what? When i got home i realised who she was, opened my gf mag, and she was one of the feature models! The names matched, and i asked Dani 2day and she sed that it was her. So if anyone has &lt;strong&gt;Girlfriend magazine&lt;/strong&gt; this month (Mischa on the front) turn to the Surfing Surfari section (one sec! I'll just find the page) &lt;strong&gt;Pg. 93-101&lt;/strong&gt;. Amelia's the prettier one, haha.&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of pplz in magazines, if anyone has Dolly magazine, &lt;strong&gt;Karlie &lt;/strong&gt;is in it&lt;strong&gt;!&lt;/strong&gt; Unfortunately, i dont know where :(  I will hav to go buy it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2day was also nice. My school group all went to the beach and &lt;strong&gt;perved on semi hot guys&lt;/strong&gt;. I didn't c many hot guys 2day unfortunately, there were too many yr 7 and 8s. As everyone sunbaked 2day, i didnt feel like it so instead i read my school book &lt;strong&gt;Lord of the Flies&lt;/strong&gt;. You may think im a nerd for reading this at the beach, but im SOO behind!! Just b4 the holidays, we had a common test about the novel and i hadnt even read it!! Even tho i didnt sunbake at all (ino! i cant believe it!) i still got a nice line from my bikini. Stuff the tan, i just like it wen u can c ur bikini straps and ur bow from ur bikini bcoz of ur sunburn, thats mad (u guys following?).&lt;br /&gt;2nite church pplz went to Luke's for dinner. It was yum, but i wasnt hungry so instead Gem and I decided to ruin Beth's meal by sprinkling various softdrinks, crumbs, chips, rolls and dust on her spagetti. Interesting. We then all watched &lt;strong&gt;The Others&lt;/strong&gt;. Well, &lt;strong&gt;OC luvers&lt;/strong&gt; only watched it 4 half an hour coz of course we had to flee to another Tv, where we could watch it. The OC 2nite was really good, except Oliver is annoying me, so VERY MUCH!!!!!!! He is ruining everything!!&lt;br /&gt;Neways, im at home now, joy. 2morro im going for a picnic wit church pplz, lol. Fun, fun. Ima gonna go plan a holiday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr hb_tag="1" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;td style="FONT-SIZE: 1pt" height="1" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;div id="hotbar_promo"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7185916-109698403911054709?l=kcmai.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kcmai.blogspot.com/feeds/109698403911054709/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7185916&amp;postID=109698403911054709' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7185916/posts/default/109698403911054709'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7185916/posts/default/109698403911054709'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kcmai.blogspot.com/2004/10/sleep-ins-tennis-beach-and-dinner.html' title='Sleep-ins, Tennis, Beach and Dinner'/><author><name>Casey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06419007795120755333</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://forums.sudhian.com/i/authorsicons/stewie_rev.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7185916.post-109679108405884987</id><published>2004-10-03T17:45:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2004-10-03T18:11:24.056+10:00</updated><title type='text'>......</title><content type='html'>Today was just gorgeous...&lt;br /&gt;Today i went out to Roseville bridge and went out in my friends' boats. It was so fun, we just relaxed and sunbaked all day, and occasionally hit my friend's bro, Alex. He is really annoying.&lt;br /&gt;We occasionally went swimming aswell. Rach, Angus and I. Well, Angus fell in and Rach and I were only in there for a minute or so coz there were sharks and Ray saw something on the radar. That got me out fairly quickly.&lt;br /&gt;I'm burnt. :( Rach got a singlet tan, oh i laugh.&lt;br /&gt;Im just painting my nails, for like the 7th time...&lt;br /&gt;I like this song, its sad tho...&lt;br /&gt;Beth's gonna have a biggr tan than me :(...&lt;br /&gt;Im bored...&lt;br /&gt;Church is soon...&lt;br /&gt;19 min to b exact....&lt;br /&gt;im gonna go....sumwhere...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7185916-109679108405884987?l=kcmai.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kcmai.blogspot.com/feeds/109679108405884987/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7185916&amp;postID=109679108405884987' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7185916/posts/default/109679108405884987'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7185916/posts/default/109679108405884987'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kcmai.blogspot.com/2004/10/blog-post.html' title='......'/><author><name>Casey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06419007795120755333</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://forums.sudhian.com/i/authorsicons/stewie_rev.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7185916.post-109652416249280961</id><published>2004-09-30T16:01:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2004-09-30T16:02:42.493+10:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Testing 1 2 3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7185916-109652416249280961?l=kcmai.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kcmai.blogspot.com/feeds/109652416249280961/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7185916&amp;postID=109652416249280961' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7185916/posts/default/109652416249280961'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7185916/posts/default/109652416249280961'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kcmai.blogspot.com/2004/09/testing-1-2-3.html' title=''/><author><name>Casey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06419007795120755333</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://forums.sudhian.com/i/authorsicons/stewie_rev.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7185916.post-109645696138909865</id><published>2004-09-29T21:06:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2004-09-29T21:22:41.390+10:00</updated><title type='text'>'Cause I believe that love is the answer, I believe that love will find the way</title><content type='html'>&lt;table id="HB_Mail_Container" height="100%" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" width="100%" border="0" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr height="100%" unselectable="on" width="100%"&gt;&lt;td id="HB_Focus_Element" valign="top" width="100%" background="" height="250" unselectable="off"&gt;I'm really interested in 9-11. I dunno, call me morbid if you wish but i find it all so interesting. Sure it was sad, really sad, but there was a sunny side.&lt;br /&gt;I just watched this tribute to america slideshow (for 9-11), and it was so sad. It was to the song 'I believe' (hence the title) by Blessid Union Of Souls. It just helped me see that through all the tragagdy of 911, America stuck close and like all helped each other, and the slideshow really showed the strength of the nation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"These acts of mass murder were intended to frighten our nation into chaos and retreat, but they have failed. Our country is strong. We responded with the best of America, with the daring of our rescue workers, with the caring of strangers and neighbours who came to give blood and help in any way they could..."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;George W. Bush. I think he said this&lt;br /&gt;in his official speech thingo.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr unselectable="on" hb_tag="1"&gt;&lt;td style="FONT-SIZE: 1pt" height="1" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;div id="hotbar_promo"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7185916-109645696138909865?l=kcmai.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kcmai.blogspot.com/feeds/109645696138909865/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7185916&amp;postID=109645696138909865' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7185916/posts/default/109645696138909865'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7185916/posts/default/109645696138909865'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kcmai.blogspot.com/2004/09/cause-i-believe-that-love-is-answer-i.html' title='&apos;Cause I believe that love is the answer, I believe that love will find the way'/><author><name>Casey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06419007795120755333</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://forums.sudhian.com/i/authorsicons/stewie_rev.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7185916.post-109634620560451898</id><published>2004-09-28T14:23:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2004-09-28T14:36:45.606+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Presently Procrastinating</title><content type='html'>&lt;table id="HB_Mail_Container" height="100%" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" width="100%" border="0" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr height="100%" width="100%" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;td id="HB_Focus_Element" valign="top" width="100%" background="" height="250" unselectable="off"&gt;How very Rach of me. I am supposed to be starting my 2hrs of History revision, yet i have succumbed to the temptation of blogging about my day.&lt;br /&gt;Well 2day, Hannah S, Mel and I went ice-skating at Macquarie. So much fun, we all skated at the same speed so it was mad. Mel had a massive stack coz this little girl fell over in front of her and so she like dove down onto the ice. lol. There was these 2 lil kids; one was like a full dare-devil and he was just purposfully falling everywhere, and the other lil boy was soo sweet, he simply ran on the ice! He couldn't skate he just kinda walked / ran on the ice in his skates. It was amusing to watch. These other 2 guys, were soo annoying! As we were skating, they'd start spinning around us, and speed skate right in front of us, so we were forced to swerve to the side really quickly. By the end, we were trying to skate up to them and trip them, (which i got v. close to doing ... :) ...) and then we were gonna ask this random fast guy to do it for us, but by that time they had got off the ice :(&lt;br /&gt;N e ways, i bettr start my study. I was supposed to do it from 10-12 midday, and then followed by 1-3pm, but i couldn't resist going skating. So now i am left with 4 hrs of work, and Mel wants me to come to the gym this arvo, so i dunno wot im gonna do.&lt;br /&gt;Luv KC&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr hb_tag="1" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;td style="FONT-SIZE: 1pt" height="1" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;div id="hotbar_promo"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7185916-109634620560451898?l=kcmai.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kcmai.blogspot.com/feeds/109634620560451898/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7185916&amp;postID=109634620560451898' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7185916/posts/default/109634620560451898'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7185916/posts/default/109634620560451898'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kcmai.blogspot.com/2004/09/presently-procrastinating.html' title='Presently Procrastinating'/><author><name>Casey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06419007795120755333</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://forums.sudhian.com/i/authorsicons/stewie_rev.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7185916.post-109617587579677448</id><published>2004-09-26T15:16:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2004-09-26T15:17:55.796+10:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;table id="HB_Mail_Container" height="100%" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" width="100%" border="0" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr height="100%" unselectable="on" width="100%"&gt;&lt;td id="HB_Focus_Element" valign="top" width="100%" background="" height="250" unselectable="off"&gt;&lt;p&gt;'Sucks to' Sarah! Im sitting here eating an &lt;strong&gt;imported &lt;/strong&gt;cookie!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Muahahaha...hahahaha-ahh..im over it.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr unselectable="on" hb_tag="1"&gt;&lt;td style="FONT-SIZE: 1pt" height="1" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;div id="hotbar_promo"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7185916-109617587579677448?l=kcmai.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kcmai.blogspot.com/feeds/109617587579677448/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7185916&amp;postID=109617587579677448' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7185916/posts/default/109617587579677448'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7185916/posts/default/109617587579677448'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kcmai.blogspot.com/2004/09/sucks-to-sarah-im-sitting-here-eating.html' title=''/><author><name>Casey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06419007795120755333</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://forums.sudhian.com/i/authorsicons/stewie_rev.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7185916.post-109609250560160119</id><published>2004-09-25T15:48:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2004-09-25T16:08:25.600+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Surrounded</title><content type='html'>&lt;table id="HB_Mail_Container" height="100%" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" width="100%" border="0" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr height="100%" unselectable="on" width="100%"&gt;&lt;td id="HB_Focus_Element" valign="top" width="100%" background="" height="250" unselectable="off"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Surrounded&lt;/em&gt; by freaky people&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Surrounded&lt;/em&gt; by friends&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Surrounded&lt;/em&gt; by screaming AFL fans&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;Today was fun. Mel, Pip L and I were gonna go to the beach, except the weather wasn't exacly tan-worthy unfortunately. Instead we went DeeWhy shopping. When Mel and I were standing at forrestway bus stop, we were just sitting on the seats by ourselves, and suddenly there were all these beeps from this one car, and as it drove past us, we were greeted by the sight of 2 male butts sticking out of the front and back windows. It was so gross! They were all hairy and you could see their...eww...&lt;em&gt;other side&lt;/em&gt;. Jacki, don't bother thinking, just keep reading honey...lol. Followed shortly afterwards was a guy, who was really freaky, and as he approached us in his car, he started fully starring at us and without losing eye contact, he started winding down his window and mouthed sumthing. We were a bit freaked. Lukily the bus came, and we got on quickly.&lt;br /&gt;It was a really great day. It wasn't like shopping for like shops like &lt;strong&gt;JustJeans&lt;/strong&gt; and &lt;strong&gt;Sportsgirl&lt;/strong&gt; it was more like vintage shops, St. Vinies and other random, un-heard of shops&lt;strong&gt;.&lt;/strong&gt; I, unfortunately, didn't buy anything, but Pip and Mel did. We did buy sum spotty fabric, for EBN, how adventurous of me, not! Ohh, and we all had subway for lunch...yum.&lt;br /&gt;Well, n e ways, im home now. Occasionally i hear various voices from the TV room. The guys are watching AFL you see, i think it is the Grand Final or something. Their are 6 of them, and whenever they scream, they like frighten me. How can one get so worked up by staring at others (who have nothing to do with you) playing sport. And what's the point screaming at the TV, if none of the players can here you and take your advice! Arghh!&lt;br /&gt;N e way, i wanna go die my tips hot pink, but i can't find the dye! :(   Mum knows where it is, but she's at Softball. Tut.&lt;br /&gt;Well, im gonna go do sumthing more active. Ciao&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr unselectable="on" hb_tag="1"&gt;&lt;td style="FONT-SIZE: 1pt" height="1" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;div id="hotbar_promo"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7185916-109609250560160119?l=kcmai.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kcmai.blogspot.com/feeds/109609250560160119/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7185916&amp;postID=109609250560160119' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7185916/posts/default/109609250560160119'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7185916/posts/default/109609250560160119'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kcmai.blogspot.com/2004/09/surrounded.html' title='Surrounded'/><author><name>Casey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06419007795120755333</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://forums.sudhian.com/i/authorsicons/stewie_rev.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7185916.post-109585551346771754</id><published>2004-09-22T21:37:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2004-09-22T22:18:33.466+10:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm at Peace</title><content type='html'>&lt;table id="HB_Mail_Container" height="100%" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" width="100%" border="0" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr height="100%" unselectable="on" width="100%"&gt;&lt;td id="HB_Focus_Element" valign="top" width="100%" background="" height="250" unselectable="off"&gt;I'm at Peace. I'm sitting here listening to "Blessed be your Name", occasionally sipping my brother's coke and i have drawn little smilies on all mi toes. They now have names too; Aaralyn, Nami, Yareli, Safara, Calais, Halima, Valisa, Raina, Paola. How creative of me. Eh'xcellent.&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday was fantastic. On the bus home we celebrated Melinda's last bus trip, it was brilliant. Here, read &lt;a href="http://bethsmeegos.blogspot.com/2004/09/melindas-last-day-tear.html"&gt;this&lt;/a&gt;. Beth's recount.&lt;br /&gt;Afterwards, i went to the gym with Mel, followed by an amazing jog home in the sunset. It was so nice. As i was jogging up the hill, i could slowly see the sun creeping up over the top of the hill, followed by an assortment of colours. It just relaxed me so much. I ended up doing three laps of the street, so i could maintain the feeling. Afterwards, i sat on the reserve at the top of the hill and just watched the blinding orange sun slowly creep down the horizon. Ocasionally i lifted my silver bottle, to see the orange rays reflecting through it onto my face, and also reflecting in the water washing around inside...it was soothing. I think i'll do the same tomorrow. I didn't record the time i was there tho :( Coz i just had the perfect timing, ill just hav to guess 2morro.&lt;br /&gt;2day was also good, hot too. We're already organising another beach visit. Yay. That was such a good day last time, sitting on the beach with my buds, all digging into the ice-cream tub and checking out Jason Smith...Goodtimes...&lt;br /&gt;Yeh so today we (Mel, Beff and I) stuck up a cardboard sign near the hall, stating "Salutations Melinda...Love Mel, Beth and Casey". It was great, everyone was starring at it. Quite clever too...I dont think Mel thought this way tho... Coz salutations can alos be like "Bye" as in the french word &lt;em&gt;Salut&lt;/em&gt;. But wot she meant was We Salut You/ Congrats.&lt;br /&gt;Neway, this arvo was kool too. Jules and I caight the train to Chatty and we spent an hour in lincraft finding different things for our commerce assignment while sipping (dramatically loudly) our boosts.&lt;br /&gt;Eventually we had to part. I went to the bus stop and only just made the bus. It was sketch coz wen i got on, i was looking for a seat, and this guy at the back seat was screaming out to me different phrases, and so i just avoided eye-contact and sat down as far away as i could from him, which unfortunately was one seat away bcoz the bus was so busy. I think he had a 'problem' or something...maybe terets...coz occasionally he would shout sumthing out to me and other people, then just be quiet again. Eventually i fell asleep, and only awoke 2 stops before mine (luckily) by the excessive and loud obcentities coming from the back seat. Phew.&lt;br /&gt;I scrambled off the bus, walked home, and then collapsed on the table...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr unselectable="on" hb_tag="1"&gt;&lt;td style="FONT-SIZE: 1pt" height="1" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;div id="hotbar_promo"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7185916-109585551346771754?l=kcmai.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kcmai.blogspot.com/feeds/109585551346771754/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7185916&amp;postID=109585551346771754' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7185916/posts/default/109585551346771754'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7185916/posts/default/109585551346771754'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kcmai.blogspot.com/2004/09/im-at-peace.html' title='I&apos;m at Peace'/><author><name>Casey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06419007795120755333</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://forums.sudhian.com/i/authorsicons/stewie_rev.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7185916.post-109567301872336043</id><published>2004-09-20T19:36:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2004-09-20T19:36:58.723+10:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/241/1213/1024/blonde13575.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:4px solid #000000; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/241/1213/400/blonde13575.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just a random thing i saw while looking thru mi mam's emails.....so tru&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7185916-109567301872336043?l=kcmai.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kcmai.blogspot.com/feeds/109567301872336043/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7185916&amp;postID=109567301872336043' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7185916/posts/default/109567301872336043'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7185916/posts/default/109567301872336043'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kcmai.blogspot.com/2004/09/just-random-thing-i-saw-while-looking.html' title=''/><author><name>Casey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06419007795120755333</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://forums.sudhian.com/i/authorsicons/stewie_rev.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7185916.post-109559673628262474</id><published>2004-09-19T22:00:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2004-09-19T22:25:36.283+10:00</updated><title type='text'>An Uneventful Yet Eventful Wkend</title><content type='html'>&lt;table id="HB_Mail_Container" height="100%" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" width="100%" border="0" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr height="100%" width="100%" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;td id="HB_Focus_Element" valign="top" width="100%" background="" height="250" unselectable="off"&gt;Its weird how i sat at home studying most of the wkend, and yet still it was eventful.&lt;br /&gt;Instead of reading a book tonight, maybe you should sit in front of the computer reading &lt;a href="http://bethsmeegos.blogspot.com"&gt;beth&lt;/a&gt;'s blog comments?&lt;br /&gt;There was alot. Alot of them me, sum of them imposters, a few mean heartless people and a cameo by sum friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear Father in Heaven, who is the God of all comfort, pour into my heart your peace and strength. The storms of life have over taken me. I am beaten down and utterly discouraged.&lt;br /&gt;Lord, please keep my group close together,&lt;br /&gt;now more than ever, through these hard times.&lt;br /&gt;Help us to walk side by side, hand in hands, down the road of life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ignoring me might do the trick.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr hb_tag="1" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;td style="FONT-SIZE: 1pt" height="1" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;div id="hotbar_promo"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7185916-109559673628262474?l=kcmai.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kcmai.blogspot.com/feeds/109559673628262474/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7185916&amp;postID=109559673628262474' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7185916/posts/default/109559673628262474'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7185916/posts/default/109559673628262474'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kcmai.blogspot.com/2004/09/uneventful-yet-eventful-wkend.html' title='An Uneventful Yet Eventful Wkend'/><author><name>Casey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06419007795120755333</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://forums.sudhian.com/i/authorsicons/stewie_rev.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7185916.post-109542879292592104</id><published>2004-09-17T23:18:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2004-09-17T23:46:32.926+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Small Group and Big Group</title><content type='html'>&lt;table id="HB_Mail_Container" height="100%" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" width="100%" border="0" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr height="100%" width="100%" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;td id="HB_Focus_Element" valign="top" width="100%" background="" height="250" unselectable="off"&gt;2nite our small group had every one of it's members show!! Unfortunately at seperate times. We have had numerous attempts to get our whole small group in the one room at the same time. So far, no luck :(&lt;br /&gt;Yeh so, SG was fun, we studied Daniel 7 which was all about faith in God, and after reading Daniel's dream we were all a bit bummed (in sum cases scared) and so we hav to remember that in the end it'll all be great and amazing...Oh oh! I forgot what i was talking about...i better re-read the dream, whoops.&lt;br /&gt;Neways, afterwards Nat, Beth, Anika, Gem and I all went to Luke's house. We were greeted by a stoned sounding Jaime [since Luke hadn't arrived home yet!]. Quite amusing really. 10min later, we were accompanied by the others. After all 'bonding' and eating we all sat down in the lounge area and watched &lt;strong&gt;Honey, &lt;/strong&gt;as the guys groaned about how much it was a typical american chick-flick. Well except for Tim and Monty who liked it for the chicks in skimpy clothes, described by Pete as "etch", weird kid.&lt;br /&gt;Neways, im soo happy! 2morro i finally get a sleep-in! That doesn't mean im gonna go to bed early tho. Muahahahaha...&lt;br /&gt;I look at other people's blogs, and they are so deep! They are like spilling out their deepest feelings in a kind of 'blinded' way on blogger. (does that make sence to ANYONE!?) It's weird coz whenever im feeling down its not sumthing that like i can put on blogger, and im not smart enough to 'blind' the major [kind of] concepts. I think i am babbling, and no-one wants to listen...&lt;br /&gt;Cya then.&lt;br /&gt;PS. scroll down peoples and TAG! Tag i say!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr hb_tag="1" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;td style="FONT-SIZE: 1pt" height="1" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;div id="hotbar_promo"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7185916-109542879292592104?l=kcmai.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kcmai.blogspot.com/feeds/109542879292592104/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7185916&amp;postID=109542879292592104' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7185916/posts/default/109542879292592104'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7185916/posts/default/109542879292592104'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kcmai.blogspot.com/2004/09/small-group-and-big-group.html' title='Small Group and Big Group'/><author><name>Casey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06419007795120755333</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://forums.sudhian.com/i/authorsicons/stewie_rev.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7185916.post-109540270492908755</id><published>2004-09-17T16:04:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2004-09-17T16:31:44.930+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Streakers Act 3</title><content type='html'>&lt;table id="HB_Mail_Container" height="100%" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" width="100%" border="0" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr height="100%" unselectable="on" width="100%"&gt;&lt;td id="HB_Focus_Element" valign="top" width="100%" background="" height="250" unselectable="off"&gt;Once again we got a visit from the friendly knox streakers...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;2002&lt;/strong&gt;-&lt;/em&gt;I was a helpless inocent seventh grader, and as i was walking to my lockers i gasped as 5 knox boys rushed past me wearing nothing but towels. &lt;strong&gt;Rumour has it&lt;/strong&gt; that when they reached the end of the school, they were confronted by Mr. C with 2 water pistols standing at the gate. (For anyone who doesnt know Mr. C, he is quite a large man).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;2003-&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;I was in yr 8, and it was just before school, everyone was outside their classroom waiting for their teachers when suddenly everone started screaming and pointing. Now I happened to have the best view, because i was at R11 (outside) and they ran down the pathway, then down the stairs next to the pool. Some of them were wearing boxers and others were wearing nothing but knox ties. &lt;strong&gt;Rumour has it&lt;/strong&gt; (i could go on 4ever) that the Yr 10's [of that year] decided to get revenge and streaked thru knox wearing only their undies. The chief of the group was suspended from our school and went to my brother's school, St Lukes. Now my bro is friends with her coz they are in the same year, so i hear everything from Barnicle Barnabus. Eh'xcellent..!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;2004&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;-Today, my whole year was sitting in the gallery (aka. top of the hall) getting a lecture (an extremely funny one) about date-rape. About 2/3rds or the way through the lecture, someone stood up and started pointing and laughing at sumthing outside. Within seconds, everyone was standing looking in the same direction (even the teachers and lecturer) and in hysterics. There was about 8 Knox Yr12 guys, running outside FULLY naked! By that time half our year was scrambling towards the doors of the hall trying to get a glimpse of (*hem*) them. Teachers stood their ground trying to repel our curious year. Funny as, funny as...&lt;strong&gt;Rumour has it&lt;/strong&gt;.. (oh crap, there arnt no rumours yet!!).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So that was the 3rd streaker Act. Eh'xcellent....!&lt;br /&gt;Streakers, Act 4, coming to you soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr unselectable="on" hb_tag="1"&gt;&lt;td style="FONT-SIZE: 1pt" height="1" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;div id="hotbar_promo"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7185916-109540270492908755?l=kcmai.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kcmai.blogspot.com/feeds/109540270492908755/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7185916&amp;postID=109540270492908755' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7185916/posts/default/109540270492908755'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7185916/posts/default/109540270492908755'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kcmai.blogspot.com/2004/09/streakers-act-3.html' title='Streakers Act 3'/><author><name>Casey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06419007795120755333</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://forums.sudhian.com/i/authorsicons/stewie_rev.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7185916.post-109515555809384898</id><published>2004-09-14T19:38:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2004-09-14T19:52:38.093+10:00</updated><title type='text'>"Coffee", Gym and a Run!</title><content type='html'>&lt;table id="HB_Mail_Container" height="100%" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" width="100%" border="0" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr height="100%" unselectable="on" width="100%"&gt;&lt;td id="HB_Focus_Element" valign="top" width="100%" background="" height="250" unselectable="off"&gt;This afternoon was fun. Mel, Beth and I got off the bus at Glenrose and caught up with Hannah 4 a min b4 walking down to the cafe to have &lt;em&gt;"coffee"&lt;/em&gt; with Luke and Steph. It was soo funny; Luke bought this huge coffee apple scroll thing and had a couple of peices and everyone else was just like sitting there. Mel eventually ripped off a peice, then Steph, followed by myself and afterwards we just kept eating the gooey apple bits, and in the end it looked &lt;strong&gt;soo&lt;/strong&gt; gross. There were like 2 bits left and they were all smushed together and all the apple had been dug out and it just looked sick, beth complained. We had "&lt;em&gt;coffee"&lt;/em&gt; untill around 10 to 5. Mel and I then got changed and went up to the gym. You see so many pplz you know at the gym, it is soo weird! I saw Demetrie, Soph Leong, Laura, obviously Dan and Rach and also another girl who's name i keep 4getting. Weird. N e ways, it was heaps of fun working out with Mel, she has that affect on people. Yeh so we left the gym at around 6:10 coz Mel had dance. It was so refreshing on my way home. I started off walking, and when i got to the library, i spoze i had an adrenaline rush and just sprinted most of the way home. It was also cool coz it was in the dark, i love being outside at night, doing active things. It was such fun. I love doing that, i feel so healthy.&lt;br /&gt;N e way, ima gonna go have a shower.&lt;br /&gt;TaTa4now&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr unselectable="on" hb_tag="1"&gt;&lt;td style="FONT-SIZE: 1pt" height="1" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;div id="hotbar_promo"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7185916-109515555809384898?l=kcmai.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kcmai.blogspot.com/feeds/109515555809384898/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7185916&amp;postID=109515555809384898' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7185916/posts/default/109515555809384898'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7185916/posts/default/109515555809384898'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kcmai.blogspot.com/2004/09/coffee-gym-and-run.html' title='&quot;Coffee&quot;, Gym and a Run!'/><author><name>Casey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06419007795120755333</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://forums.sudhian.com/i/authorsicons/stewie_rev.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7185916.post-109507160140718863</id><published>2004-09-13T20:33:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2004-09-13T20:33:21.406+10:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/241/1213/1024/DSC01470.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:4px solid #000000; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/241/1213/400/DSC01470.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just a random pik from the concert at the pub a couple of wks ago. lol. That's mi dad on the far left, he plays electric guitar and occasionally sings-occasionally in english.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7185916-109507160140718863?l=kcmai.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kcmai.blogspot.com/feeds/109507160140718863/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7185916&amp;postID=109507160140718863' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7185916/posts/default/109507160140718863'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7185916/posts/default/109507160140718863'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kcmai.blogspot.com/2004/09/just-random-pik-from-concert-at-pub.html' title=''/><author><name>Casey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06419007795120755333</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://forums.sudhian.com/i/authorsicons/stewie_rev.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7185916.post-109507129447075640</id><published>2004-09-13T20:28:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2004-09-13T20:28:14.470+10:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/241/1213/1024/DSC01490.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:4px solid #000000; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/241/1213/400/DSC01490.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday night. Rach, Karl and I just bummed around at my house while our parents were at a tango party. (they got bak at like 3 in the morning). We mainly just watched TV (inc. Jackass), talked and ate. Fun, fun. On sunday morning Ralph came over and we all had pancakes, then Rach and I went ice skating. Yeh so, all up it was a fun wkend.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7185916-109507129447075640?l=kcmai.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kcmai.blogspot.com/feeds/109507129447075640/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7185916&amp;postID=109507129447075640' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7185916/posts/default/109507129447075640'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7185916/posts/default/109507129447075640'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kcmai.blogspot.com/2004/09/saturday-night.html' title=''/><author><name>Casey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06419007795120755333</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://forums.sudhian.com/i/authorsicons/stewie_rev.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7185916.post-109482210422722981</id><published>2004-09-10T23:08:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2004-09-10T23:15:04.226+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Bubbe's Parte'</title><content type='html'>&lt;table id="HB_Mail_Container" height="100%" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" width="100%" border="0" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr height="100%" width="100%" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;td id="HB_Focus_Element" valign="top" width="100%" background="" height="250" unselectable="off"&gt;After getting home from the shops, i had 20 min to hav a shower, get dressed, get things ready and curl my hair. Soooo not enough time! Normally that would take me up to 3 hrs! So i decided to drop the curling of my hair, get mum to pack my bag and get other things ready as i had my shower and got changed. Once i finally got to the parte' (we got lost aswell) it was 6:15. Not bad for my rep. I wanna get to sleep so im all awake on my bday so ill make this uber-short. It was a fantasmic night! I love my skool friends so much. Jess had a neck brace. I was bagged out for bludging. Everyone ate way too much. I suck at the dance thingo. I was given the flower i gave to bubs over a month ago. i interegated bubs mum about ebay and I thanked the Lord for giving me such wonderful friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr hb_tag="1" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;td style="FONT-SIZE: 1pt" height="1" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;div id="hotbar_promo"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7185916-109482210422722981?l=kcmai.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kcmai.blogspot.com/feeds/109482210422722981/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7185916&amp;postID=109482210422722981' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7185916/posts/default/109482210422722981'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7185916/posts/default/109482210422722981'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kcmai.blogspot.com/2004/09/bubbes-parte.html' title='Bubbe&apos;s Parte&apos;'/><author><name>Casey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06419007795120755333</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://forums.sudhian.com/i/authorsicons/stewie_rev.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7185916.post-109482166525875896</id><published>2004-09-10T22:57:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2004-09-10T23:07:45.260+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Shopping</title><content type='html'>&lt;table id="HB_Mail_Container" height="100%" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" width="100%" border="0" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr height="100%" width="100%" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;td id="HB_Focus_Element" valign="top" width="100%" background="" height="250" unselectable="off"&gt;Today (friday!) Mum and I went shopping! We started by waking up at 8:00am and going to Dee Why and having brekky with sum of mum's softball buds. We had brekky at the Sand Bar, and it was soo nice! I had waffles with strawberries and blueberries and palm syrup...yumm!&lt;br /&gt;Then we headed off toward Hornsby [shopping complex] and well, shopped. Mum didn't put her pursae away, she just had it out for me to spend! Muahahahaha! I didn't end up buying much though, i didn't see much i liked. I sooo don't like summer's new fashion-its too out there for me, it looks like hippy stuff. The only thing i can stand are the salsa skirts, but the one i wanted wasn't there. :(. Mum was like encouraging me to buy everything, lol, instead she ended up buying stuff. She bought a $300 dress, shoes, a skirt, 3 tops, etc. I am happy with wot i bought tho. I am SUCH a fussy shopper and it annoys me sooo much! Once we had literally shopped till we dropped, we decided to 'drop' ourselves in the cinema. We saw suddenly 30. Surprisingly, it was really good!! Mum was crying by the end...(so qte). All in all it was a great day!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr hb_tag="1" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;td style="FONT-SIZE: 1pt" height="1" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;div id="hotbar_promo"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7185916-109482166525875896?l=kcmai.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kcmai.blogspot.com/feeds/109482166525875896/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7185916&amp;postID=109482166525875896' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7185916/posts/default/109482166525875896'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7185916/posts/default/109482166525875896'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kcmai.blogspot.com/2004/09/shopping.html' title='Shopping'/><author><name>Casey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06419007795120755333</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://forums.sudhian.com/i/authorsicons/stewie_rev.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7185916.post-109482102991989447</id><published>2004-09-10T22:55:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2004-09-10T22:57:09.920+10:00</updated><title type='text'>And the winner is...</title><content type='html'>Davidson High! Yay, i am so happy, they soo deserved it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7185916-109482102991989447?l=kcmai.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kcmai.blogspot.com/feeds/109482102991989447/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7185916&amp;postID=109482102991989447' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7185916/posts/default/109482102991989447'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7185916/posts/default/109482102991989447'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kcmai.blogspot.com/2004/09/and-winner-is.html' title='And the winner is...'/><author><name>Casey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06419007795120755333</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://forums.sudhian.com/i/authorsicons/stewie_rev.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7185916.post-109473487347172584</id><published>2004-09-09T22:50:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2004-09-09T23:01:13.476+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Rock Estedford</title><content type='html'>&lt;table id="HB_Mail_Container" height="100%" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" width="100%" border="0" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr height="100%" width="100%" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;td id="HB_Focus_Element" valign="top" width="100%" background="" height="250" unselectable="off"&gt;It was amazing!&lt;br /&gt;If Davo does not win, then they'll definately come second.&lt;br /&gt;We left two performances before the end. We wanted to beat all the traffic and we didn't want to wait an hour for the edudicating coz Karlie was really sick, she could barely speak.&lt;br /&gt;Yeh so Davidson's dance was titled "Bad Night in Bagdad". Did you know the school, a family and a grandparent got threats about it?! I knew there was heaps of publicity, but i didn't know about that! That sucks! Also, the Davo dancers were only allowed to wear their estedford T-shirts only once or twice coz they didn't want pplz to see them and know they were to do with the controversy, just in case they tried to do sumthing. (if ur following).&lt;br /&gt;Just before the interval, i came out and i saw Pip! She was soo good, she was supposed to be a puppet and it just looked so well....puppety! I talked to her for a while, then Helen came out the same door as i did! What's the odds that Pip, Helen and I were all around the same section, at the same time, and all happened to see each other!?&lt;br /&gt;In the second half, there was an act called 'Janet Jackson Live' or sumthing and they were sooo good. All their moves were perfectly aligned with the beat and they were all so sharp! It was so cool!&lt;br /&gt;Well, anyway, when i find out who won ill post it, but for now, Tata! I'm off to bed! I have a FULL day of shopping ahead of me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr hb_tag="1" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;td style="FONT-SIZE: 1pt" height="1" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;div id="hotbar_promo"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7185916-109473487347172584?l=kcmai.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kcmai.blogspot.com/feeds/109473487347172584/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7185916&amp;postID=109473487347172584' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7185916/posts/default/109473487347172584'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7185916/posts/default/109473487347172584'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kcmai.blogspot.com/2004/09/rock-estedford.html' title='Rock Estedford'/><author><name>Casey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06419007795120755333</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://forums.sudhian.com/i/authorsicons/stewie_rev.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7185916.post-109471273072911391</id><published>2004-09-09T16:50:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2004-09-09T16:52:10.730+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Dang!</title><content type='html'>&lt;table id="HB_Mail_Container" height="100%" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" width="100%" border="0" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr height="100%" width="100%" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;td id="HB_Focus_Element" valign="top" width="100%" background="" height="250" unselectable="off"&gt;Dang, she wasn't home. I left a message on her answering machine tho. If you hav just tuned in, read mi previous post. I'm sure she'll be fine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr hb_tag="1" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;td style="FONT-SIZE: 1pt" height="1" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;div id="hotbar_promo"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7185916-109471273072911391?l=kcmai.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kcmai.blogspot.com/feeds/109471273072911391/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7185916&amp;postID=109471273072911391' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7185916/posts/default/109471273072911391'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7185916/posts/default/109471273072911391'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kcmai.blogspot.com/2004/09/dang.html' title='Dang!'/><author><name>Casey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06419007795120755333</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://forums.sudhian.com/i/authorsicons/stewie_rev.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7185916.post-109471256104693259</id><published>2004-09-09T16:41:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2004-09-09T16:49:21.046+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Accident Prone Jess</title><content type='html'>&lt;table id="HB_Mail_Container" height="100%" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" width="100%" border="0" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr height="100%" width="100%" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;td id="HB_Focus_Element" valign="top" width="100%" background="" height="250" unselectable="off"&gt;Coming from accident prone Jess, we didn't think much when she tripped over today. Boy, where we wrong.&lt;br /&gt;It all started with Jess, Anna, Mel and Katty going riot and using Jess's beloved drink bottle as the ultimate weapon. By this time i had zoned out so i didn't see how Jess fell, or how Hannah tripped over her neck. Next time i looked up, i saw Jess flat on the grass not moving. We all hurried around her thinking she was OK, but just like "Ouch..." but instead we had a semi-conscious Jess. Soon teachers showed up and put her under a sleepingbag, with umbrellas and then a tarpollan sheet ontop. The ambulance was called and well...she went to hospital. Stay tuned as i ring Miriam and see how she's doing....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr hb_tag="1" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;td style="FONT-SIZE: 1pt" height="1" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;div id="hotbar_promo"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7185916-109471256104693259?l=kcmai.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kcmai.blogspot.com/feeds/109471256104693259/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7185916&amp;postID=109471256104693259' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7185916/posts/default/109471256104693259'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7185916/posts/default/109471256104693259'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kcmai.blogspot.com/2004/09/accident-prone-jess.html' title='Accident Prone Jess'/><author><name>Casey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06419007795120755333</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://forums.sudhian.com/i/authorsicons/stewie_rev.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7185916.post-109469776835486839</id><published>2004-09-09T13:42:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2004-09-09T12:42:48.353+10:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>CSI guy for ICT... WATTA BLUDGE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7185916-109469776835486839?l=kcmai.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kcmai.blogspot.com/feeds/109469776835486839/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7185916&amp;postID=109469776835486839' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7185916/posts/default/109469776835486839'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7185916/posts/default/109469776835486839'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kcmai.blogspot.com/2004/09/csi-guy-for-ict.html' title=''/><author><name>Casey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06419007795120755333</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://forums.sudhian.com/i/authorsicons/stewie_rev.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7185916.post-109468899461590039</id><published>2004-09-09T10:14:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2004-09-09T10:16:34.616+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Commerce</title><content type='html'>Here i am in commerce...majorly bored, and my teacher hates me. What's new?&lt;br /&gt;Rock estedford tonight, should b heaps of fun!! Bell. G2g!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7185916-109468899461590039?l=kcmai.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kcmai.blogspot.com/feeds/109468899461590039/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7185916&amp;postID=109468899461590039' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7185916/posts/default/109468899461590039'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7185916/posts/default/109468899461590039'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kcmai.blogspot.com/2004/09/commerce.html' title='Commerce'/><author><name>Casey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06419007795120755333</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://forums.sudhian.com/i/authorsicons/stewie_rev.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7185916.post-109463158767582076</id><published>2004-09-08T17:58:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2004-09-08T18:19:47.676+10:00</updated><title type='text'>100th on my 15th</title><content type='html'>&lt;table id="HB_Mail_Container" height="100%" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" width="100%" border="0" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr height="100%" width="100%" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;td id="HB_Focus_Element" valign="top" width="100%" background="" height="250" unselectable="off"&gt;I have a mission: I will reach my 100th post on my 15th bday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sooo...that is....well lets see...i have to make 6 more posts, and i have 1...2...3, 3 more days! Therefore that is two posts a day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr hb_tag="1" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;td style="FONT-SIZE: 1pt" height="1" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;div id="hotbar_promo"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7185916-109463158767582076?l=kcmai.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kcmai.blogspot.com/feeds/109463158767582076/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7185916&amp;postID=109463158767582076' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7185916/posts/default/109463158767582076'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7185916/posts/default/109463158767582076'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kcmai.blogspot.com/2004/09/100th-on-my-15th.html' title='100th on my 15th'/><author><name>Casey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06419007795120755333</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://forums.sudhian.com/i/authorsicons/stewie_rev.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7185916.post-109447267745442137</id><published>2004-09-06T22:11:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2004-09-06T22:11:17.453+10:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/241/1213/1024/toilet.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:4px solid #000000; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/241/1213/400/toilet.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know this post is kinda random, but i just saw it on the web and i'm like how odd. I know cloat will b amuzed, so i decided to stick it up 4 pplz to see. It's this toilet on the middle of this walking street, that is one sided glass. How intriguing...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7185916-109447267745442137?l=kcmai.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kcmai.blogspot.com/feeds/109447267745442137/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7185916&amp;postID=109447267745442137' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7185916/posts/default/109447267745442137'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7185916/posts/default/109447267745442137'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kcmai.blogspot.com/2004/09/i-know-this-post-is-kinda-random-but-i.html' title=''/><author><name>Casey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06419007795120755333</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://forums.sudhian.com/i/authorsicons/stewie_rev.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7185916.post-109438503504794951</id><published>2004-09-05T21:49:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2004-09-05T21:50:35.046+10:00</updated><title type='text'>The Marathon of Life</title><content type='html'>&lt;table id="HB_Mail_Container" height="100%" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" width="100%" border="0" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr height="100%" width="100%" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;td id="HB_Focus_Element" valign="top" width="100%" background="" height="250" unselectable="off"&gt;Ernie Camp '04!!! It was sooo much fun! I wasn't sure about going at first, but once i was on my way there it was just so exciting! I don't wanna talk about every aspect of the camp, although it is tempting, instead i will just feed out the highlights.It was really amazing coz on Friday arvo, i had been at the beach roller blading and we got on the bus to go back to school at 3:05pm. On the way to the beach it took 20 min so i was really anxious coz i didnt wanna miss by bus coz that could've resulted in me not making camp! At 3:20, the bus was like parked in traffic that just didn't wanna move! I was like come on!!! "Green light! Green light! Plz Green light!!". I ended up praying to the lord to ask that i not miss my bus (!lol) and guess what!? I got to school at half past 3, i grabbed my bag from the other side of the school and sprinted out the school and up the road to the bus stop, only to find that my bus had not yet come! I just really know that God answered my prayers coz like, our bus is never usually that late (it can be a little late but never like 3:33. The bus normally arrives at 3:20-3:25) and yet this one time that i needed to catch my bus most, it came late! Thnx sooo much God. If he hadn't done that, mayb i wouldn't be able to tell these following highlights....hmm...OK! The highlights:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Getting majorly lost on the way to camp. Resulting in us all (Sal, Nicole, Lucinda, Gem and I) parked on the side of this road (in the middle of a so-called hole of a 'town') locking all the doors, and screaming at each other. It was soo funny! Nicole was driving and she just screamed her head off...I laugh...I laugh...What happened is that we turned off at the wrong exit and we were searching for the right turn off and sal was looking at the map and was like "Straight ahead! Straight ahead!!" and Nicole was like "You cant go straight ahead!!!!!!!!" and then we came to a huge sign saying 'Turn left for Toronto and Right for Newcastle', Sal, Nic and Lucinda all screamed and did a quick U-turn. We did a 100km detour! Eventually we gave in and gave tom a call. We finally found camp and when we got there, we didnt have the code to open the gates so lucinda was leaning over Nicole and pressing the horn several times in a row. Still, no-one came. Sal decided to get out of the car and shake the gates and scream for tom, but still it didnt work. She got v. annoyed at Lucinda tho, who kept pushing the horn thingy. "Beeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeep!!!!!" Eventually Tom came out and opened the gates. Hilarious.&lt;br /&gt;My gigantic fall. This kinda hurt, but i couldn't stop laughing. It consisted of me climbing up the goal posts (about 3m high) and falling upside down, head first towards the ground, only to be stopped by the plastic chair under me, which my back like moulded over! Apparently (says pplz) my back fully snapped on the chair before i fell to a heap on the ground where i laughed my head off.&lt;br /&gt;My friend in the fridge!! Pip! She is so cool, she is from Manchester and she has a major accent! We were trying to get her to say "My friend in the fridge" but she wouldnt for obvious reasons. She was totally addicted to coffee and she was like "If anywoone tries to weake me oop in the morning, without a coffee, ill thoomp yer! I'll giv yer the thoomping of a life time!!" We all mimicked her "thoomping" word...lol...i luv it. 'Ello Poppet!!&lt;br /&gt;Rach-the deep sleeper. It took several polyfonic ringtones (many of them animal sounds), a pillow fight on top of her and a glass of water to get her woken up. Well, actually, after that she still wasnt up, that is just wen we gave up.&lt;br /&gt;I wanna get my dinner soon so ill skip sum things. Last one. Pete. 6:30 this morning, the crazy guys decided to go for a swim in the pool! (no heater!) Pete had sed the night b4 that he wanted to sleep in, so, obviously, the boys picked him up, complete with his sheets, and carried him towards the pool. During this time he awoke and started holding on to doorframes and stuff and screamed out to Tom, who pretended to not hear him. The guys dropped him into the freezing pool...ouch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, im gonna go get my now burning pizza from the oven.Back. I'll just explain my title of this post, then i shall go elsewhere. Tom sed today that in 10 years time, only 10% of the people on the camp will probably still be christians. This really hit me. How sad is that? I hope that is not the case. He also sed that we should try and prove him wrong and when we are all in heaven we can hav a Ernie camp '04 celebration!! Woo~He gave an analogy of our life striving towards Christ as running a race. We are all running this huge tiring hard race, and at the end is heaven. How cool. I really wanna put everything towards staying in that race and not succumbing to temptations (are they the right words?!). &lt;strong&gt;If we all stick together we can all encourage each other to keep running.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr hb_tag="1" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;td style="FONT-SIZE: 1pt" height="1" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;div id="hotbar_promo"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7185916-109438503504794951?l=kcmai.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kcmai.blogspot.com/feeds/109438503504794951/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7185916&amp;postID=109438503504794951' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7185916/posts/default/109438503504794951'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7185916/posts/default/109438503504794951'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kcmai.blogspot.com/2004/09/marathon-of-life_05.html' title='The Marathon of Life'/><author><name>Casey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06419007795120755333</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://forums.sudhian.com/i/authorsicons/stewie_rev.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7185916.post-109417672536954808</id><published>2004-09-03T11:56:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2004-09-03T11:58:45.370+10:00</updated><title type='text'>ICT</title><content type='html'>Here i am in ICT. How boring, i got here 20 min early (coz we had a sub and he didnt know wen to let us out) so i've just been sitting here. Yay. Ernie camp is 2nite! I forgot to get lollies, but hopefully my mam will get some. I g2g, Mrs. Mckenzie has arrived. Boo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7185916-109417672536954808?l=kcmai.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kcmai.blogspot.com/feeds/109417672536954808/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7185916&amp;postID=109417672536954808' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7185916/posts/default/109417672536954808'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7185916/posts/default/109417672536954808'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kcmai.blogspot.com/2004/09/ict.html' title='ICT'/><author><name>Casey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06419007795120755333</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://forums.sudhian.com/i/authorsicons/stewie_rev.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7185916.post-109410922069220209</id><published>2004-09-02T16:30:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2004-09-02T17:13:40.693+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Locker, not a seat</title><content type='html'>&lt;table id="HB_Mail_Container" height="100%" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" width="100%" border="0" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr height="100%" unselectable="on" width="100%"&gt;&lt;td id="HB_Focus_Element" valign="top" width="100%" background="" height="250" unselectable="off"&gt;Lunch was funny today. In the past, there has been numerous attempts to climb in and out of lockers, but know one has ever gotten stuck. That's exacly what happened. Georgie suddenly felt the erge to climb into our crammy lockers, only to find herself unable to move. Within 30 seconds, a crowd had brewed, and who should come walking down the hall? None other than super-beyach, Mrs. Cranni. Thinking quickly, Kim pretended to be crying on Alex's arm infront of the locker, so cranny couldn't see Georgie. As Cranny approached everyone started saying "Dont worry, she's OK..." so Cranny moved on out the door. Seconds later Mrs. Hughes walked thru the door, thru the mass of histerical yr 9's, and to the near-tear georgie. Everyone started taking vidoes and piks with there phones and George was like "Stop taking pictures!!!!" . It was funny as. Then we were told to go fetch the groundskeepers. We all ran to the shack where the semi-hot irish grounds keepers hung out. We were like "Um...errr.....there is a girl stuck in a locker....We ...um....need assistance." They all laughed their heads off and one sed with his irish accent "are yer serios?". We all giggled as we said 'yes'. They stood up and the other irish guy sed "Ohh...i gotter sei thes.....hav yer gotta camera?". As we approached the yr 9 locker room, they saw the swarm of yr 9's and burst out laughing again. As they finally reached George, the two guys that were speaking b4, burst out laughing and George was so embarassed. The two laughing groundskeepers realized they were upsetting her and forced them selves to walk out of the Yr9 locker room, holding there mouths, trying not to laugh. It was funny as! Aww..im still laughing. By the time the bell had gone for 5th period, there were still heaps of students crowded aroung George and the locker, heaps of teachers attending to her, and laughing groundskeepers giving her instructions of how to get out. In the end, it was Ali, (she had been locked in a locker for 10 min b4) was the one who gave her the correct directions of how to get out. She only had a bruise on her upper arm, and a scrape on her leg. Sumthing our year will never forget. Notice it is always the Prestonites who do stupid things..Remember Lucy...Yr 7...Preston PE...It was a beautiful day, and Mr. C (guaranteed to be the funniest man i ever meet) decided to let us practise discus throwing. We were all a the lawn and Mr. C announced "Now, no-one hit the buses or eles im dead...!". Lucy was to start. She got up, took three swings and thru the discus. We all watched in awe as her discus went straight thru the back window of the bus. It was hilarious at the time. Also there was that Health test. Remember? Know one knew anything because every lesson, we would walk into the classroom, and Mr. C would tell us another funny story bout him and his obeise adventures with friends. At the end of the year, we all sat an exam that we knew nothing about, and all our class got like 10%. No one passed! It was funny as. They kept making us repeat the exam untill everyone had passed, but they gave up on the 6th repitition. There has been other missadventures, but i gotta go. Cyas all&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr unselectable="on" hb_tag="1"&gt;&lt;td style="FONT-SIZE: 1pt" height="1" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;div id="hotbar_promo"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7185916-109410922069220209?l=kcmai.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kcmai.blogspot.com/feeds/109410922069220209/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7185916&amp;postID=109410922069220209' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7185916/posts/default/109410922069220209'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7185916/posts/default/109410922069220209'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kcmai.blogspot.com/2004/09/locker-not-seat.html' title='Locker, not a seat'/><author><name>Casey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06419007795120755333</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://forums.sudhian.com/i/authorsicons/stewie_rev.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7185916.post-109402798632637812</id><published>2004-09-01T18:15:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2004-09-01T18:39:46.326+10:00</updated><title type='text'>$2 not 20c</title><content type='html'>&lt;table id="HB_Mail_Container" height="100%" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" width="100%" border="0" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr height="100%" width="100%" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;td id="HB_Focus_Element" valign="top" width="100%" background="" height="250" unselectable="off"&gt;Yesterday i told u all about the bin game and how we got in trouble, right? Yeh well, i also mentioned that i thought we would have to pay 50c for the school and probably an extra 20c for the scammy school. Well i was wrong. Add a zero onto the 20c and thats what we all have to pay! How scammy! There are eight of us, so AS IF it costs $16 for a navy plastic bucket. I bet it'll be 50c each for the bin, and the $1.50 will probably go straight to the pocket of, you guessed it, Mrs. Collin. Gosh this school annoys me. We were all told to report to the Deputy's (Dougy) office at 12:45. At that precise time, we all took the much anticipated steps towards her dungeon, Dougy's dungeon. As we arrived, we were showered with dissaproving teachers. We snuck up horrified, to her office, where we turned the corner to find the big fat grumpy-nothing. Crap!~She wasnt there. Throughout lunch, we went to her office numerous times. In between we sat in the cushiony grass. When it started to rain, we all stood in one straight line under one thin, straight wire. Pointless really, but fun. Soon enough, we were told to come into the shelter (SOS or SSO). We waited anxiously, recieving more funny looks from teachers (Mainly Mrs. Haasdyk and Mrs. Rowsell). Eventually, she came, asking us to follow her into her office, single file. I politely let everyone go before me so i could come in last, and just be a blur in the backround, but no such luck, we all stood in front of her in one straight line. She gave us a lecture about how stupid we all were and yaddah yaddah yaddah. I was fighting back laughter for most of it. We were able to scrape out of there with a $2 fine for the bin each and a tuesday arvo.&lt;br /&gt;Well i gotta go, Barnicle Barnibus is having a 'tis-was'. Cya&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr hb_tag="1" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;td style="FONT-SIZE: 1pt" height="1" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;div id="hotbar_promo"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7185916-109402798632637812?l=kcmai.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kcmai.blogspot.com/feeds/109402798632637812/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7185916&amp;postID=109402798632637812' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7185916/posts/default/109402798632637812'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7185916/posts/default/109402798632637812'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kcmai.blogspot.com/2004/09/2-not-20c.html' title='$2 not 20c'/><author><name>Casey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06419007795120755333</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://forums.sudhian.com/i/authorsicons/stewie_rev.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7185916.post-109393934221971335</id><published>2004-08-31T17:48:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2004-08-31T18:02:22.220+10:00</updated><title type='text'>That'll be 50c for the bin, and um (*cough*) 20c tax for the school (*cough*)</title><content type='html'>&lt;table id="HB_Mail_Container" height="100%" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" width="100%" border="0" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr height="100%" width="100%" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;td id="HB_Focus_Element" valign="top" width="100%" background="" height="250" unselectable="off"&gt;Lunch was quite amusing today. Once again, we played the infamous bin game. This time half our 'mature' group decided not to join in, and were replaced by numerous groupies (from other groups). First we just casually kicked the bin around, but within minutes, it was full on chucking the bin up and kicking it's guts out. Soon enough, Mrs. Boshier came up and told us we would have to pay for the now broken (in pieces) bin, and that we were to report to the office for further dicipline. There, we were given an arvo. I don't really mind, as long as the arvo is not on friday!! Coz i have camp! How annoying! Although, how dam funny is it that we have to buy a new bin! There is 8 of us, so that is like 50c each! Knowing the school they'll try to scam even more money from us. We r gonna buy a bin and all sign it &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;"To fellow school victims. We (us bin trashers) have been asked to buy a bin for the school, after we trashed the last. We leave this as a message to all you younger students; ignore the teachers, just play the bin game and have fun. Love From Captain Bin Trasher"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr hb_tag="1" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;td style="FONT-SIZE: 1pt" height="1" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;div id="hotbar_promo"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7185916-109393934221971335?l=kcmai.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kcmai.blogspot.com/feeds/109393934221971335/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7185916&amp;postID=109393934221971335' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7185916/posts/default/109393934221971335'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7185916/posts/default/109393934221971335'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kcmai.blogspot.com/2004/08/thatll-be-50c-for-bin-and-um-cough-20c.html' title='That&apos;ll be 50c for the bin, and um (*cough*) 20c tax for the school (*cough*)'/><author><name>Casey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06419007795120755333</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://forums.sudhian.com/i/authorsicons/stewie_rev.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7185916.post-109385572504718227</id><published>2004-08-30T18:37:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2004-08-30T18:48:45.046+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Jack and Jess went up the hill, to see if they liked each other. Jack came down coz he was taken, and now they're bak together!</title><content type='html'>&lt;table id="HB_Mail_Container" height="100%" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" width="100%" border="0" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr height="100%" width="100%" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;td id="HB_Focus_Element" valign="top" width="100%" background="" height="250" unselectable="off"&gt;Congratulations to Jack and Jess!! Wooo!!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr hb_tag="1" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;td style="FONT-SIZE: 1pt" height="1" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;div id="hotbar_promo"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7185916-109385572504718227?l=kcmai.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kcmai.blogspot.com/feeds/109385572504718227/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7185916&amp;postID=109385572504718227' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7185916/posts/default/109385572504718227'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7185916/posts/default/109385572504718227'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kcmai.blogspot.com/2004/08/jack-and-jess-went-up-hill-to-see-if.html' title='Jack and Jess went up the hill, to see if they liked each other. Jack came down coz he was taken, and now they&apos;re bak together!'/><author><name>Casey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06419007795120755333</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://forums.sudhian.com/i/authorsicons/stewie_rev.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7185916.post-109385301923670388</id><published>2004-08-30T18:03:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2004-08-30T18:03:39.236+10:00</updated><title type='text'>HOTTOGO</title><content type='html'>&lt;table id="HB_Mail_Container" height="100%" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" width="100%" border="0" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr height="100%" unselectable="on" width="100%"&gt;&lt;td id="HB_Focus_Element" valign="top" width="100%" background="" height="250" unselectable="off"&gt;&lt;!-- // Begin Pollhost.com Poll Code // --&gt;&lt;form method="post" action="http://poll.pollhost.com/vote.cgi"&gt;&lt;table border="0" width="150" bg cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2" style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:-1;color:#008800;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Is The OC the hottest show ever?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;select name="answer"&gt;&lt;option value="1"&gt;Yah, duh! The OC is hot hot hot!!&lt;/option&gt;&lt;option value="2"&gt;No-(people who click this button will win a trip to the loser hotel!)&lt;/option&gt;&lt;option value="3"&gt;Who cares.....Although Ryan is hot 2 go..H.OT.T.O.G.O.&lt;/option&gt;&lt;option value="4"&gt;Trees are yellow.&lt;/option&gt;&lt;/select&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td colspan="2"&gt;&lt;input type="hidden" name="config" value="a2NtYWkJMTA5Mzg1Mjg0MAlGRkZGRkYJMDA4ODAwCUFyaWFsCUFzc29ydGVk"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;input type="submit" value="Vote"&gt;  &lt;input type="submit" name="view" value="View"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bg colspan="2" align="right" style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:-2;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.pollhost.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Free polls from Pollhost.com&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/form&gt;&lt;!-- // End Pollhost.com Poll Code // --&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr unselectable="on" hb_tag="1"&gt;&lt;td style="FONT-SIZE: 1pt" height="1" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;div id="hotbar_promo"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7185916-109385301923670388?l=kcmai.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kcmai.blogspot.com/feeds/109385301923670388/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7185916&amp;postID=109385301923670388' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7185916/posts/default/109385301923670388'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7185916/posts/default/109385301923670388'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kcmai.blogspot.com/2004/08/hottogo.html' title='HOTTOGO'/><author><name>Casey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06419007795120755333</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://forums.sudhian.com/i/authorsicons/stewie_rev.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7185916.post-109374631394609934</id><published>2004-08-29T11:35:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2004-08-29T12:25:13.946+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Friends, Fun and a Work-out</title><content type='html'>&lt;table id="HB_Mail_Container" height="100%" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" width="100%" border="0" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr height="100%" width="100%" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;td id="HB_Focus_Element" valign="top" width="100%" background="" height="250" unselectable="off"&gt;Gosh, i suk at alliteration.&lt;br /&gt;N e way, yesterday i went to Rach's for the night with Karlie. Great fun, Dan was babysitting, her parents were at a ball, so it was just us 3. When i got there, we opened a packet of chips and just ate and talked. I 4 got to bring DVDs so instead we watched this random Aussie Idol concert thing-a-magig. Within 5 minutes, i heard a squirting sound. I stood up to find the mischievious Rach behind me, with an empty water bottle. She had sqirted ater down my pants! :( I had this huge wet patch, it looked as if i had 'urinated' my self. (as Guy would appreciate me saying).&lt;br /&gt;I was angry, but soon got over it...I was ready for pay-back. Muahahahaha~! As soon as i saw her bend over, i seized the opportunity, to grab the now full water bottle and squeeze it's guts out. It turned out that the bottle lid was not screwed on properly, so ALL the water went down her pants...Ahahaha! As she went up to change into sumthing a little less &lt;strong&gt;saturated,&lt;/strong&gt; Karlie and I ate tubular spagetti...Yumm...&lt;br /&gt;We then went to the spare bedroom, and grapped a mattress for me to sleep on. (coz Karlie already had a bed in Rach's room). As we were walking up the shiny wooden stairs with it, we decided to resort back to old times, where we used to get the mattress and put it at the top of the stairs, all stand on it, and fly down the stairs. Ending at the bottom, all stacked on top of each other. Quite fun actually. Whenever we were at my house when we were younger, we used to put ourselves in the bottom of sleeping bags and go down my carpet stairs. Sooo much fun, coz the fabric of my sleeping bag is like silk, so yeh, heaps fast! Also we did it with boogie boards. They were sooo sketch. Karlie and i once went down together on the boogie board, only to have our legs go straight throught the wall at the bottom...lol. We were never allowed to do it again. lol.&lt;br /&gt;Yeh, so, we flew down on the mattress a few times, until retiring to Rach's new room. It was soo pretty. (they had been switching rooms and renovating and stuff). After talking for a while and looking at magazines (i saw an article on Rach Higgins!), we decided to go to "sleep". Rach was the first to drift off.&lt;br /&gt;Karlie and I weren't so tired, so instead, we decided to get a permanent marker and draw on lil Rachie's face. We started by giving her a uni-brow. It was soo funny. One of us stood at the lights as the other drew. So whenever she stirred, we would turn off the lights, so if Rach opened her eyes she couldn't see anything, as i just stood in front of her trying not to laugh, and trying to be still. Once she was asleep again, Karl turned the lights on, and i accentuated her lip line, and made huge circles on her cheeks. Eh'xcellent...&lt;br /&gt;Karl and I eventually got to sleep, only to wake up with numerous lines on our faces by Rach. Great. I quickly got up, got dressed, got the texta lines off my face, said bub-bye, went downtairs and had brekky.&lt;br /&gt;After i had my brekky mum picked me up and took me to my first lesson thing at the gym. It was heaps of fun! I did 20 min on the bike, 20 min on the step machine (soo tiring...) and then 5 min on the walking machine to cool down. It was tiring, but kinda fullfilling, u know? They give you a little radio, and you can watch TV and stuff, its cool. I was just about to give up on the step machine when 'Get it started' came on, and it was like "And running, running...And running, running....And running, running...". Motivated me heaps.&lt;br /&gt;Yeh so any way, im gonna go. Barnicle Barnabus wants the computer, probably to play Hobo-Wars. Adios Amegos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr hb_tag="1" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;td style="FONT-SIZE: 1pt" height="1" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;div id="hotbar_promo"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7185916-109374631394609934?l=kcmai.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kcmai.blogspot.com/feeds/109374631394609934/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7185916&amp;postID=109374631394609934' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7185916/posts/default/109374631394609934'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7185916/posts/default/109374631394609934'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kcmai.blogspot.com/2004/08/friends-fun-and-work-out.html' title='Friends, Fun and a Work-out'/><author><name>Casey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06419007795120755333</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://forums.sudhian.com/i/authorsicons/stewie_rev.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7185916.post-109367662819511913</id><published>2004-08-28T16:28:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2004-08-28T17:03:48.196+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Hot! Hot! Hot!</title><content type='html'>&lt;table id="HB_Mail_Container" height="100%" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" width="100%" border="0" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr height="100%" width="100%" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;td id="HB_Focus_Element" valign="top" width="100%" background="" height="250" unselectable="off"&gt;Today Mel, Beth, Gem and I went to Manly beach. We were really upset on friday coz we thought it was gonna rain but it turned out being an awesome day for the beach. It was like summer! We were all wearing minis and our swimmers and it wasnt cold at all. Although, we didnt go swimming. The water was OK, but it was dangerous, there was heaps of warnings on the loud speaker.&lt;br /&gt;We took it in turns getting food...Mmmm.....We bought choc chip cookie dough ice cream and all ate it together from the tub-tru american style.&lt;br /&gt;And...Guess what!!?? &lt;strong&gt;I got a tan&lt;/strong&gt;. Yay, ive waited so long coz i missed a chunk of last summer coz i went to US, where it was winter. Yeh, Gem and Mel got huge tans, but beth and I couldn't get them. :( It took so long! There weren't many hot guys there, the hottest ones i missed! Only beth n gem saw them. hm.&lt;br /&gt;It was so funny, we were sitting sunbaking on manly beach and i was reading &lt;em&gt;DOLLY&lt;/em&gt; and i was on a page that was titled "Hotties on the box" and it had a number of various Home and Away guys and Mel and I were going through them like &lt;strong&gt;"Hot....so not...hot......not....eww....not...hot...&lt;/strong&gt;." and so on. We came to Jason Smith and we were both like &lt;strong&gt;"hmmm....."&lt;/strong&gt; we decided he wasn't hot and then i sed &lt;strong&gt;"well, we hav like a standard for TV guys, we r so used to hot guys in movies and on TV that some hot guys to us are like wayyyy not hot coz we are used to the mega hot celebs. But when i think about it, if he went to our church or sumthing, i'd probably think he is hot, you know? Like in real life, he would be like totally hot..."&lt;/strong&gt; and Mel's like "Yeh...".&lt;br /&gt;That minute, we looked up from Dolly magazine, and hoo did we see, none other than Jason Smith!! Mel's like &lt;strong&gt;"OMG! Is that him?!"&lt;/strong&gt; and i was like "&lt;strong&gt;where...who&lt;/strong&gt;?" and she pointed him out and by that time we were both standing and gem and beth were looking too, and we were all like &lt;strong&gt;"OMG!!!!".&lt;/strong&gt; Mel, Gem and Beth dared me to go ask whether it was him or not, but when i looked up, he had disappeared!&lt;br /&gt;We all sat back down, and seconds later, gem spotted him walking bak along the path. We all got everything in our bags and hurried after him. When we were approaching him he jokingly ran away, only to turn and laugh. We figured he must've had alot of fans talk to him that day. We started talking to him and Mel sed &lt;strong&gt;"So....can you tell us hoo dies on Home and Away?"&lt;/strong&gt; and he's like &lt;strong&gt;"Awww...ill give you a clue, its either a boy or a girl."&lt;/strong&gt; and we were like &lt;strong&gt;"greatttt...thnx. That's help. Plz? Can you tell us?&lt;/strong&gt;" and he's like &lt;strong&gt;"You guys guess."&lt;/strong&gt; and none of us watch H &amp; A we were all just pretending, so we were all like &lt;strong&gt;"Errr...you know, the guy with the hair........?!".&lt;/strong&gt; I think he realised we didnt watch the show.&lt;br /&gt;Like i had sed to mel earlier, he was sooo hot in person!! He was funny, cool, nice and hot! He was like the highlight of our day. lol. So next time u see sum one on a pik or magazine, dont say they r not hot untill uv seen them in person. Lucky us, if only there were other guys aroung the corso.&lt;br /&gt;All up, it was such a fun day! We have to do that every weekend! I am at home quite bored right now. I was gonna go to the gym, but instead im going 2morro morning. Yay, i cant wait, i get like this personal trainer dude. Eh'xcellent.&lt;br /&gt;Tonight im going to Rach's with Karl, should b fun.&lt;br /&gt;2morro nite is daddio's concert up at sum random pub. I sed i'd go watch, so unfortunately, i wont b able to go to church! :(&lt;br /&gt;Well, im gonna go soak up more rays by the pool.&lt;br /&gt;Toodles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr hb_tag="1" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;td style="FONT-SIZE: 1pt" height="1" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;div id="hotbar_promo"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7185916-109367662819511913?l=kcmai.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kcmai.blogspot.com/feeds/109367662819511913/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7185916&amp;postID=109367662819511913' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7185916/posts/default/109367662819511913'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7185916/posts/default/109367662819511913'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kcmai.blogspot.com/2004/08/hot-hot-hot.html' title='Hot! Hot! Hot!'/><author><name>Casey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06419007795120755333</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://forums.sudhian.com/i/authorsicons/stewie_rev.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7185916.post-109361213241791558</id><published>2004-08-27T22:31:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2004-08-27T23:08:52.416+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Ouchie Ouchie Ouchie</title><content type='html'>&lt;table id="HB_Mail_Container" height="100%" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" width="100%" border="0" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr height="100%" width="100%" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;td id="HB_Focus_Element" valign="top" width="100%" background="" height="250" unselectable="off"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Let me explain&lt;/strong&gt;. Today was soo much fun! Although, i can't remember anything i did before lunch. Hmmm....But, yeh, n e way, ummm, 5th and 6th period i had elective sport. Yeh so, Cloat, Sarah [x2], Laurie, Telissa and I [and sum random yr 10's] all went absailing at Lindfeild rocks. It was more like rock climbing, then just absailing down. I thought we'd be walking off the top of the rock backwards you know? But nup, just climbing and coming bak down. I wasn't nervous or anything coz im an OK climber and i didnt think it'd be that hard, but &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;blimey&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;! It was &lt;strong&gt;sooo hard&lt;/strong&gt;! I got one foot up, and it took me like 10 min to find another spot for my foot. Hardly anyone got to the top of the rocks. I got like 3/4 of the way up, then couldn't find anywhere to move. It didn't help them &lt;strong&gt;FORCING&lt;/strong&gt; me to go on the hardest rocks. Also, Holly was at the bottom doing the pulley thing, and she is like 40 kg or sum thing and she was like lifting off the ground and she's like &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"Ok, Casey, u can come down now....errr...Casey?!...Please!!".&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; Quite amuzing. She got 2 feet up on the rock and sed she wanted to come down. She was like 10 inches from the ground, she could stand on it on her tippi toes. Yeh, so that was fun but my hands were all white and had that rock chalk on them and they were aching and uncontrollably shaking &lt;strong&gt;sooo bad&lt;/strong&gt;! Ahhh! Yeh so, i managed to get bak to skool in time for my normal bus, &lt;em&gt;phew&lt;/em&gt;! Guess what?  15 days till my bday!! &lt;strong&gt;Wooo!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On more recent topics, tonight, &lt;strong&gt;Fi, Anika, Helen, Steph, Beth and I&lt;/strong&gt; all went to Macquarie Ice Rink for our Small Group Social! It was heaps of fun, and i only stacked it once! That's like a record for me! &lt;strong&gt;Snaps for meeee!!&lt;/strong&gt; Yeh so, we started by all getting sum greasy fast food (We had no alternatives, i say!), Beth and I did a circuit of the food court so we could just talk, random. Yeh, so we ended up resorting to KFC &lt;strong&gt;(dont say anything ANIKA!)&lt;/strong&gt; and had popcorn chicken. Yum..We then all headed down to the rink. I started off a bit shaky, but soon i was skating like the pros (well, i wish), but i was considerably faster, and like i sed, i only fell over once, and that was in the last minute, and i was trying to catch up with Helen and Beth (way outa my comfort zone, they go &lt;strong&gt;too fast&lt;/strong&gt;!). &lt;em&gt;All in all, it's just another brick in the wall da da da&lt;/em&gt;...Sorry got carried away with the song. Yeh so, let's try that again--&gt; here goes --&gt; "All in all, it was a fun night, yet, may i repeat, OUCHIE OUCHIE OUCHIE!!" Yay-i didn't start singing. There are sooo many topics of songs..&lt;br /&gt;Eg.&lt;br /&gt;Bums-Waltzing Matilda&lt;br /&gt;Family-Family Portrait&lt;br /&gt;Friends-(scooter) Friends&lt;br /&gt;Alcohol-Beer, Beer, Beer and Tipsy&lt;br /&gt;Food-Fat pizza-Sub woofer&lt;br /&gt;This is meaningless...the list just goes on and on and on....Did you know there is life 30 songs on Euthanasia? Random, eh? On kazaa, i have 1485 songs, that seems alot! I absolutely love musik! Sum one giv me a challenge. Give me a topic and ill find a song that relates...im bored.&lt;br /&gt;Oh! Everyone hope for &lt;strong&gt;lotsa sun 2moz&lt;/strong&gt;!! Mel, Gem, Beth and I are going to the &lt;strong&gt;beach!!!!!!&lt;/strong&gt; We desperately want a &lt;strong&gt;tan&lt;/strong&gt;!! Please let there be no rain!! I feel like a day at the beach gossiping, &lt;em&gt;eh'xcellent&lt;/em&gt;. Should be great, shopping at the corso! And, and, new zealand ice cream...&lt;em&gt;Mmmm...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I bettr go do sumthing, I think im gonna go have a nice hot shower. &lt;strong&gt;Bub bi everyone!!! Taaa&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Casey-Mai&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr hb_tag="1" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;td style="FONT-SIZE: 1pt" height="1" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;div id="hotbar_promo"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7185916-109361213241791558?l=kcmai.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kcmai.blogspot.com/feeds/109361213241791558/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7185916&amp;postID=109361213241791558' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7185916/posts/default/109361213241791558'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7185916/posts/default/109361213241791558'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kcmai.blogspot.com/2004/08/ouchie-ouchie-ouchie.html' title='Ouchie Ouchie Ouchie'/><author><name>Casey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06419007795120755333</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://forums.sudhian.com/i/authorsicons/stewie_rev.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7185916.post-109358820114471938</id><published>2004-08-27T16:13:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2004-08-27T16:30:01.143+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Shuffle Shuffle</title><content type='html'>&lt;table id="HB_Mail_Container" height="100%" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" width="100%" border="0" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr height="100%" width="100%" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;td id="HB_Focus_Element" valign="top" width="100%" background="" height="250" unselectable="off"&gt;Not only am I rid of Ellen, i have also got rid of Robokill! &lt;strong&gt;Wooo!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mr. Mackay decided to &lt;strong&gt;shuffle&lt;/strong&gt; our groups, so now i am in a group with &lt;strong&gt;a-man-duh and Sarah&lt;/strong&gt;. Sarah has yet to show up to a lesson. So for the past few days A-man-duh and I have been preparing our new robot for a race! I named this robot &lt;strong&gt;"Robokill"&lt;/strong&gt; aswell. I am just so attached to that name...&lt;em&gt;Robokill&lt;/em&gt;...Yeh, i am so happy coz today our robot came 2nd in the race!! Our time was like 5:35 sec or sumthing, and the winners were 5:34 seHc. Woooo!!! Speak about the &lt;strong&gt;'I'&lt;/strong&gt; in &lt;strong&gt;'TEAM'&lt;/strong&gt; though. A-man-duh said we should make a robot from scratch instead of using one of the other groups old one. I was like, "Yeh...ok..." So I started making it, and she just played around on the smartboard. I admit, the smartboard is fun, but we had a mission, i say!! Yeh so anyway, while she was on the smartboard i was putting a 3rd wheel on Robo so the bottom wouldn't slow him down. I then took the touch sensor off so it would be a lighter weight. The only bad thing bout Robo is that wen u want it to go straight, it turns a bit to the right. After many training sessions with Robo, i managed to get him to start at the exact angle needed for him to cross the line straight~! It worked, and i took home silver. Woooo!!! Yeh well, ima gonna go read other peoples blogs. Small group social tonight, so ill post sumthing tonight talking bout that probably. Cya-CM&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr hb_tag="1" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;td style="FONT-SIZE: 1pt" height="1" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;div id="hotbar_promo"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7185916-109358820114471938?l=kcmai.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kcmai.blogspot.com/feeds/109358820114471938/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7185916&amp;postID=109358820114471938' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7185916/posts/default/109358820114471938'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7185916/posts/default/109358820114471938'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kcmai.blogspot.com/2004/08/shuffle-shuffle.html' title='Shuffle Shuffle'/><author><name>Casey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06419007795120755333</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://forums.sudhian.com/i/authorsicons/stewie_rev.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7185916.post-109335258891680801</id><published>2004-08-24T22:42:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2004-08-24T23:03:08.916+10:00</updated><title type='text'>N*E*R*D badges</title><content type='html'>&lt;table id="HB_Mail_Container" height="100%" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" width="100%" border="0" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr height="100%" unselectable="on" width="100%"&gt;&lt;td id="HB_Focus_Element" valign="top" width="100%" background="" height="250" unselectable="off"&gt;It is so funny. Hannah and I have decided to make N*E*R*D badges for commerce. What's even funnier, is that my dad is full trying to help. It is no secret the school would hate this nerd badge idea, so naturally my dad wants in. He wants me to get a propper business going and pay representatives at major private schools to distribute these badges! Im like WHA!? It is soo amusing! When he was in high school, he and his dad made these bumper stickers with various phrases on them such as "acne abortion clinic" or something. When he was my age, abortion was a REALLY serious topic. Naturally, some geek told the headmistress at his school and he was put on a supension and he had to do all these other random punishments on the weekend. What was funnier was that nearly everyone in the school had bought a bumper sticker, and they all were taking them home to their parents and stuff and it got really out of hand, specially coz nanna was kinda known in the community. lol. Another time, he and his friends (really cristian school) got one of dad's friends to lay face first into the concrete (at the bottom) of this four story school. The teacher came into the classroom to find everyone at the window and she looked out and had a panic attack! Lol, soz im probably boring you. This is just the explanation that shows you why my dad wants me to get involved with this 'illegal activity' at school. Ehxcellent..He is like telling me that i have to make a pact with the group that if one of us gets busted we have to take it as a group and stuff. He is also saying that we should start rumours about it and stuff, so that everyone'll know and want one and stuff. So on market day we can sell like 20 or something. Let those 20 people have them only and so within weeks the badges will be like cult status and stuff. All of his plans are so NOT GONNA HAPPEN! It would be funny, but school has changed alot since he was there. I don't think he understands that im not &lt;strong&gt;that&lt;/strong&gt; serious about it. I mean, i wanna do it, but i am a priss, therefor i dont wanna get in trouble. I dont wanna ruin my (hem..) *perfect* record. I think i shall order a 'priss' badge. If this badge thing does not end up happening (most probably) i am DEFINATELY gonna order one for my self personally.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr unselectable="on" hb_tag="1"&gt;&lt;td style="FONT-SIZE: 1pt" height="1" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;div id="hotbar_promo"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7185916-109335258891680801?l=kcmai.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kcmai.blogspot.com/feeds/109335258891680801/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7185916&amp;postID=109335258891680801' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7185916/posts/default/109335258891680801'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7185916/posts/default/109335258891680801'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kcmai.blogspot.com/2004/08/nerd-badges.html' title='N*E*R*D badges'/><author><name>Casey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06419007795120755333</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://forums.sudhian.com/i/authorsicons/stewie_rev.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7185916.post-109326282698405601</id><published>2004-08-23T22:07:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2004-08-23T22:07:06.983+10:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/241/1213/1024/water_on_road.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:4px solid #000000; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/241/1213/400/water_on_road.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How dumb can u get?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7185916-109326282698405601?l=kcmai.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kcmai.blogspot.com/feeds/109326282698405601/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7185916&amp;postID=109326282698405601' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7185916/posts/default/109326282698405601'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7185916/posts/default/109326282698405601'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kcmai.blogspot.com/2004/08/how-dumb-can-u-get.html' title=''/><author><name>Casey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06419007795120755333</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://forums.sudhian.com/i/authorsicons/stewie_rev.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7185916.post-109326127885649452</id><published>2004-08-23T21:29:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2004-08-23T21:41:18.856+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Dare You to Move</title><content type='html'>&lt;table id="HB_Mail_Container" height="100%" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" width="100%" border="0" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr height="100%" width="100%" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;td id="HB_Focus_Element" valign="top" width="100%" background="" height="250" unselectable="off"&gt;Sorry, this is my third blog in the last 10min. They all could've been in the same post! I just keep thinking of things. This post for example, i just wanted to write a few lines of a song, coz they seem too relevant to not mention.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Dare you to run, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Dare you to move,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Dare you to lift yourself up off the floor.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Dare you to move,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Dare you to move,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Like today never happened,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Today never happened,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Before.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks Lord, for letting me think of these words to put on my notes for the science exam, who knew my life would metamorphasise into this song.&lt;strong&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS. Yay! New word! 'Metamorphasise'...hope im using it right, thnx Loz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr hb_tag="1" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;td style="FONT-SIZE: 1pt" height="1" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;div id="hotbar_promo"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7185916-109326127885649452?l=kcmai.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kcmai.blogspot.com/feeds/109326127885649452/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7185916&amp;postID=109326127885649452' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7185916/posts/default/109326127885649452'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7185916/posts/default/109326127885649452'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kcmai.blogspot.com/2004/08/dare-you-to-move.html' title='Dare You to Move'/><author><name>Casey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06419007795120755333</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://forums.sudhian.com/i/authorsicons/stewie_rev.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7185916.post-109326053268062362</id><published>2004-08-23T21:00:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2004-08-23T21:28:52.680+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Teachers and Friends-both disasters (right now anyway)</title><content type='html'>&lt;table id="HB_Mail_Container" height="100%" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" width="100%" border="0" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr height="100%" width="100%" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;td id="HB_Focus_Element" valign="top" width="100%" background="" height="250" unselectable="off"&gt;&lt;p&gt;Changed my mind. There is no way, on god's green earth, will i go to bed this early. I physically can't. How funny is this; every single english lesson i fall asleep, only to wake up with various lines across my forhead, and Mrs. Atmore has never once confronted to me about it. She knows i do it, coz Ellen and her are always the ones poking my arm after the bell. One lesson, in commerce, i put my head down on my desk for &lt;strong&gt;one microsecond&lt;/strong&gt;, and then i pull it back up, and i get a lunch conference. How could she see that! I seriously rested my head in my arms for a &lt;strong&gt;millisecond&lt;/strong&gt;, got back up, and she notices&lt;strong&gt;!&lt;/strong&gt; Not only did she notice, she confronted me, last friday at lunch and sed &lt;strong&gt;"Casey, i have been noticing your sleeping in my classes...is this becoming a regular thing?..."&lt;/strong&gt; I had just had english so i was a bit dreary, and wasn't able to give a smart come back (which she noticed. I normally try to annoy her, and she knows it) so i just murmered &lt;strong&gt;"yeh..."&lt;/strong&gt; and she then gave me a lecture about sleeping patterns and how if she caught me sleeping again, she'll give me an arvo. I hate how teachers have these &lt;strong&gt;huge&lt;/strong&gt; smiles when they are getting someone in trouble. You just wanna punch it outa there face. I would never do that, but i admire Laura Purcell for saying &lt;strong&gt;"f*** off"&lt;/strong&gt; to numerous teachers. Although i would never do that anyway, i can't even say that as a joke, Jess on the over hand...just jking. N e way, so many people are upset with *other* people in the group right now. I can think of 7. On the top of my head. Guys, stay close, coz high skool, i would think, is one of the most stressful times of your life, and if we dont stick together, it's gonna b harder. Cya everyone 2mozz, with a guaranteed smile on my face.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr hb_tag="1" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;td style="FONT-SIZE: 1pt" height="1" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;div id="hotbar_promo"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7185916-109326053268062362?l=kcmai.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kcmai.blogspot.com/feeds/109326053268062362/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7185916&amp;postID=109326053268062362' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7185916/posts/default/109326053268062362'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7185916/posts/default/109326053268062362'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kcmai.blogspot.com/2004/08/teachers-and-friends-both-disasters.html' title='Teachers and Friends-both disasters (right now anyway)'/><author><name>Casey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06419007795120755333</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://forums.sudhian.com/i/authorsicons/stewie_rev.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7185916.post-109325872260303156</id><published>2004-08-23T20:48:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2004-08-23T20:58:42.603+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Just shoot me.</title><content type='html'>&lt;table id="HB_Mail_Container" height="100%" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" width="100%" border="0" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr height="100%" width="100%" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;td id="HB_Focus_Element" valign="top" width="100%" background="" height="250" unselectable="off"&gt;I don't feel well. I just got home and slept. I &lt;strong&gt;stuffed up&lt;/strong&gt; my science exam today. I was so out of it...too distracted. I walked into the exam and Mrs. Haasdyk told me to go to one of the prac. tables. I had already put down my books on a desk, so i just stood up and walked over. I don't know what was going on inside my head, but for some reason, i was sitting in front of the prac. table, with no pen, no exam or no notes. Finally i asked mrs. Haasdyk whether i could go get my stuff, and she sed ok, so i went and picked up my pen and my notes and walked back to the prac. table, only to have her run after me with my exam exlaiming, "You might be needing this...". Whoops. Here endth the hatrick. I don't feel like talking about my day, i think i will go to bed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr hb_tag="1" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;td style="FONT-SIZE: 1pt" height="1" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;div id="hotbar_promo"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7185916-109325872260303156?l=kcmai.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kcmai.blogspot.com/feeds/109325872260303156/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7185916&amp;postID=109325872260303156' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7185916/posts/default/109325872260303156'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7185916/posts/default/109325872260303156'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kcmai.blogspot.com/2004/08/just-shoot-me.html' title='Just shoot me.'/><author><name>Casey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06419007795120755333</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://forums.sudhian.com/i/authorsicons/stewie_rev.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7185916.post-109314271210851066</id><published>2004-08-22T12:34:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2004-08-22T12:45:12.106+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Looking Thru Glass Onions</title><content type='html'>&lt;table id="HB_Mail_Container" height="100%" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" width="100%" border="0" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr height="100%" width="100%" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;td id="HB_Focus_Element" valign="top" width="100%" background="" height="250" unselectable="off"&gt;Sounds random doesn't it? Well, that is what i saw last night at the Enmore Theatre. It was amazingly good! I was expecting a N*E*R*D conference, bcoz it is a Beatle's tribute, but i loved it, and no nerds except for dad. Basically it was this guy that was pretending to be John Lennon, and so he sang and did monologues, speaking as if he was John Lennon. It was really good. The music blue my mind! It was sooo dam loud, i kept thinking that someone was kicking my seat, but it was just the huge vibrations. They could open that sound system as a ride or something! It was like a rollecoaster with all those vibrations. I spoze that doesn't make sence, but you kinda have to be there. The songs were cool too, he sang all the songs that John Lennon wrote, and they were amazing. It is weird how the band sang songs that were about John Lennon. Like "Julia", that was his mother. The whole beatles band sang about John Lennon's mother!?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ne ways, i g2g.&lt;br /&gt;Cya, Casey&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr hb_tag="1" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;td style="FONT-SIZE: 1pt" height="1" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;div id="hotbar_promo"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7185916-109314271210851066?l=kcmai.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kcmai.blogspot.com/feeds/109314271210851066/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7185916&amp;postID=109314271210851066' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7185916/posts/default/109314271210851066'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7185916/posts/default/109314271210851066'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kcmai.blogspot.com/2004/08/looking-thru-glass-onions.html' title='Looking Thru Glass Onions'/><author><name>Casey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06419007795120755333</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://forums.sudhian.com/i/authorsicons/stewie_rev.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7185916.post-109298633359056327</id><published>2004-08-20T17:18:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2004-08-20T17:18:53.590+10:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/241/1213/1024/encounterfest_2004_front.1.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:4px solid #000000; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/241/1213/400/encounterfest_2004_front.1.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Encounter fest...yeh, me n my friends r going to this in the hols, should be fun. Everyone should come.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7185916-109298633359056327?l=kcmai.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kcmai.blogspot.com/feeds/109298633359056327/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7185916&amp;postID=109298633359056327' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7185916/posts/default/109298633359056327'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7185916/posts/default/109298633359056327'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kcmai.blogspot.com/2004/08/encounter-fest_20.html' title=''/><author><name>Casey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06419007795120755333</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://forums.sudhian.com/i/authorsicons/stewie_rev.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7185916.post-109290907236640363</id><published>2004-08-19T19:29:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2004-08-19T19:51:12.366+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Strum...strum....strum</title><content type='html'>&lt;table id="HB_Mail_Container" height="100%" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" width="100%" border="0" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr height="100%" unselectable="on" width="100%"&gt;&lt;td id="HB_Focus_Element" valign="top" width="100%" background="" height="250" unselectable="off"&gt;Everyone seems to be playing the guitar.&lt;br /&gt;Everyone seems to be talking bout it.&lt;br /&gt;Everyone seems to be physically and mentally attracted to their guitar.&lt;br /&gt;Everyone seems to have a sanctuary in this guitar world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wanted to see what it was all about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Strum...Strum...Strum...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nothing. I spoze it wouldn't mean anything coz i dont exacly know what this means:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; A       E/G#    F#m  A D   A       E    &lt;br /&gt; A       E/G#    F#m  A D   A       E    &lt;br /&gt; F#m        C#/E#    Em       F#  &lt;br /&gt;       Bm          E7sus E7       A   E/G#&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I'll stick to singing. I know my history with musical instruments.&lt;br /&gt;(*Closing guitar case and latches with foot under office desk*)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, i'll be off. Too my own sanctuary.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Can't you see? &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;There's a feeling that's come over me.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Close my eyes....&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;'Cause I wanted to fly,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;so you gave me your wings&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;And time held its breath so I could see, yeah&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;And you set me free&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;There's a will&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;There's a way&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Sometimes words just can't explain&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;This is real&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;I'm afraid&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr unselectable="on" hb_tag="1"&gt;&lt;td style="FONT-SIZE: 1pt" height="1" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;div id="hotbar_promo"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7185916-109290907236640363?l=kcmai.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kcmai.blogspot.com/feeds/109290907236640363/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7185916&amp;postID=109290907236640363' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7185916/posts/default/109290907236640363'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7185916/posts/default/109290907236640363'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kcmai.blogspot.com/2004/08/strumstrumstrum.html' title='Strum...strum....strum'/><author><name>Casey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06419007795120755333</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://forums.sudhian.com/i/authorsicons/stewie_rev.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7185916.post-109289947011356854</id><published>2004-08-19T17:00:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2004-08-19T17:11:10.113+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Debates and sumthing else i cant remember</title><content type='html'>&lt;table id="HB_Mail_Container" height="100%" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" width="100%" border="0" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr height="100%" width="100%" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;td id="HB_Focus_Element" valign="top" width="100%" background="" height="250" unselectable="off"&gt;Mmmm....Tim Tams 'n' hot chocolate r sooo nice together! Yum... N e ways, today was good. Oo, oo! i love this song! (*blasting musik*) Yeh, n e way, where was i? Oh, right, no where. Hm...How to start, how to start.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; First period, i cant remember. 2nd Period, suprise surprise, I cant remember. Recess, i can't remember. i remember afterwards, we had a year meeting on hobbs lawn, and we played a game! Goodie. We had to grab our butts if the question was false, and put our hands on our heads if it was true. Even tho i felt like a second-grader, it was fun. Even tho i got out on the second question.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3rd period, was, um....(*screwing my head up thinking especially hard or else this post is gonna b majorly boring.*) Um...Oh! History! History, um, history.....I remember getting my books, but i cant remember what i did, or even what classroom. Oh...its coming to me....i, i, i, i was on the computers, and, and we were, like, doing assignm-Wait! That was yesterday! Hmmm...Mayb i didnt hav history today. I dunno.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ne way, 4th period was, um....(here we go again) Oh! English! We had to go to this wee lil room in the juinor skool, and listen to speeches. Every class had 2 representatives, (except mine, coz katie got suspended) and they all had to do a prepared speech and an impromtue adlib. It was soo funny in Ali's impromptue. She was going on about names and she goes "Yeh, so, when i grow up, i wanna call my kids, Bailey and Midori." It was soo funny. What was even funnier, is that Mel didnt get it. The english teachers were ready to kill her. Yeh, so my favourite speaker was Kelly. 2nd best was probably Craps. Yeh, but unfortunately, all the speakers went outside to get their subject for the impomptue, and poor Craps had a panic attack. Yeh, so, she didnt get to do her impromptue.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we had lunch. Oh! I just remembered what i did during recess. My group had a very indept discussion (more of a debate) about Mrs Reynalds. "Has Mrs. Reynalds got a pool stick stuck up her arse??" Beth was the only one fully opposed to Mrs. Reynolds. Julia and Loz were saying "She just has to do her job!" and then Beth would quickly retort bak "No, she's a beyach! You can follow 2 paths! You can have a major role in a skool, and go about it in a nice way, or just b a beyach like she is!" (on lookers on my blog probably think i cant spell beyach...dm me) Yeh, so Jules, Loz and Beth were the main debaters, then there were the resat of us. We were either mooches or judges. I was a moocher. I believe a bit of both. Reynolds can be goot and can be bat. I just liked singing in the backround at the top of my voice "My ding-a-ling, i want you to play with my ding-a-ling!!" (in a sing song voice).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;During lunch, im pretty sure we had another debate. Same pplz too. I cant remember wot about tho.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After lunch, i went to CS, where i became an official Fraud Nerd Leader. My FNL role mainly consisted of wearing 'fraud' fraud badges. Stupid, eh? Mine sed things like "Chess Club" and "Cuthburt" (coz they suk) and "Handbell Squad" and "Maths Olympiad 2004" and "Tornament of the Minds" and of course "Nerd Squad Leader", etc. Yeh, also, i got to work on my duty almost at once. I quickly wrote down Beth's answers on my sheet, then, when Mrs. Smart, asked for answers, i put my hand up for every single question. (no one else bothered answering, so i looked especially nerdy/intelligent) Mrs. Samaritan (smart) even pointed it out..."You are working especially well today Casey" i replied by asking for food.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last period was spent with Robokill. (CPT). Luckily, mr. mackay is thinking bout changing the groups! So, not only will i say good bye to ellen, ill say goodbye to Robokill! Yay!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ima gonna go get a Tim Tam for my nearly cold hot chocolate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr hb_tag="1" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;td style="FONT-SIZE: 1pt" height="1" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;div id="hotbar_promo"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7185916-109289947011356854?l=kcmai.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kcmai.blogspot.com/feeds/109289947011356854/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7185916&amp;postID=109289947011356854' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7185916/posts/default/109289947011356854'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7185916/posts/default/109289947011356854'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kcmai.blogspot.com/2004/08/debates-and-sumthing-else-i-cant.html' title='Debates and sumthing else i cant remember'/><author><name>Casey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06419007795120755333</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://forums.sudhian.com/i/authorsicons/stewie_rev.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7185916.post-109283088701389131</id><published>2004-08-18T22:07:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2004-08-18T22:08:07.013+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Blogger seems to be the new way to bully....intriguing.</title><content type='html'>&lt;table id="HB_Mail_Container" height="100%" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" width="100%" border="0" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr height="100%" width="100%" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;td id="HB_Focus_Element" valign="top" width="100%" background="" height="250" unselectable="off"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr hb_tag="1" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;td style="FONT-SIZE: 1pt" height="1" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;div id="hotbar_promo"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7185916-109283088701389131?l=kcmai.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kcmai.blogspot.com/feeds/109283088701389131/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7185916&amp;postID=109283088701389131' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7185916/posts/default/109283088701389131'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7185916/posts/default/109283088701389131'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kcmai.blogspot.com/2004/08/blogger-seems-to-be-new-way-to.html' title='Blogger seems to be the new way to bully....intriguing.'/><author><name>Casey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06419007795120755333</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://forums.sudhian.com/i/authorsicons/stewie_rev.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7185916.post-109281537345585615</id><published>2004-08-18T17:26:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2004-08-18T17:49:33.456+10:00</updated><title type='text'>School Spuds</title><content type='html'>&lt;table id="HB_Mail_Container" height="100%" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" width="100%" border="0" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr height="100%" width="100%" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;td id="HB_Focus_Element" valign="top" width="100%" background="" height="250" unselectable="off"&gt;Yay, a pun! Today was great! In first period, mel and I made a petition and poster for the OC. It was soo funny. Between 1st and 2nd period we hung it up on the Yr 9 notice board. Within 2 minutes, a seperate page had to be hung up, bcoz there were so many OC lovers. Some random guys signed up aswell, god knows where they came from. They just walked down the hall, and followed the mob of people at the notice board. lol. I think they were from Switzerland. N e way, 3 girls got suspended today. Apparently they had a website and they posted photos of them selves drunk and sleeping together and other random stuff, and a girl from Abotsley, told the school and Renalds went crazy. They also had the msn icon of mrs. renalds head with a cross through it on the web. lol. They r dead. In Commerce, leader of the N*E*R*D squad, Hannah, sent an overlly professional letter to Krispy Kremes and Bonds, asking for sponsership. It was soo funny, i spoze u had to be there. N e way, i g2g, my bro wants to go on. He is blabbering on about how he has to play Hobo wars. Apparently, u giv a bumb a sandwich, and he fights. If u giv him 5 cents he'll fight harder!? SAN ANDREAS FOREVER! &lt;---he wrote that. Ah! I g2g&lt;br /&gt;bi-CM&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr hb_tag="1" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;td style="FONT-SIZE: 1pt" height="1" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;div id="hotbar_promo"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7185916-109281537345585615?l=kcmai.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kcmai.blogspot.com/feeds/109281537345585615/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7185916&amp;postID=109281537345585615' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7185916/posts/default/109281537345585615'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7185916/posts/default/109281537345585615'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kcmai.blogspot.com/2004/08/school-spuds.html' title='School Spuds'/><author><name>Casey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06419007795120755333</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://forums.sudhian.com/i/authorsicons/stewie_rev.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7185916.post-109272533304899380</id><published>2004-08-17T16:40:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2004-08-17T16:48:53.046+10:00</updated><title type='text'>My Teachers Stinky Balls</title><content type='html'>&lt;table id="HB_Mail_Container" height="100%" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" width="100%" border="0" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr height="100%" unselectable="on" width="100%"&gt;&lt;td id="HB_Focus_Element" valign="top" width="100%" background="" height="250" unselectable="off"&gt;Let me explain. Today, 5th period, Gem and I had the pleasure of disecting a foul smelling bull's eye. Brilliant! So much fun! While Gem and I peirced it over and over, oozing out the goo, Ellen sank down in the corner of the room, with like an albino face. It was hilarious. Yeh, the eyeball was so much fun! Did you know, that the black spot in your eye, is not actually a black thing, it is just space? How weird is that. Also, if you get this special torch and you point it in the eye, you would be able to see right through to the back of your eyeball! How cool! Most of our sissy class stayed outside for the majority of the lesson, while gem and i were jumping for joy. After tormenting Ellen for awhile and playing with the gooey lens we packed up. What a fun lesson. Now excuse me, im gonna go watch Buffy. Ciao!&lt;br /&gt;PS. 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