<?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-8960923</id><updated>2011-04-29T18:34:08.954+10:00</updated><title type='text'>`__Wendii</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://evilmonkii.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8960923/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://evilmonkii.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8960923/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Evil Monkii</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15052435205397544497</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>177</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8960923.post-115079758431332124</id><published>2006-06-20T19:34:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2006-06-21T00:55:14.133+10:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>somethings are probably best left unsaid.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8960923-115079758431332124?l=evilmonkii.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://evilmonkii.blogspot.com/feeds/115079758431332124/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8960923&amp;postID=115079758431332124&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8960923/posts/default/115079758431332124'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8960923/posts/default/115079758431332124'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://evilmonkii.blogspot.com/2006/06/somethings-are-probably-best-left.html' title=''/><author><name>Evil Monkii</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15052435205397544497</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8960923.post-114907481356968685</id><published>2006-05-31T21:21:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2006-05-31T21:26:53.580+10:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>blogspot is being such a bitch. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So i've given up this for awhile. Going back to blogdrive, until blogspot decides to behave.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;www.just-married.blogdrive.com for my future blog entries.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8960923-114907481356968685?l=evilmonkii.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://evilmonkii.blogspot.com/feeds/114907481356968685/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8960923&amp;postID=114907481356968685&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8960923/posts/default/114907481356968685'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8960923/posts/default/114907481356968685'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://evilmonkii.blogspot.com/2006/05/blogspot-is-being-such-bitch.html' title=''/><author><name>Evil Monkii</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15052435205397544497</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8960923.post-114891744296003504</id><published>2006-05-30T01:35:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2006-05-30T01:44:04.203+10:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>some people look at their past and smile. I look back at mine and cry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Memories can be a ugly ugly piece of shit.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8960923-114891744296003504?l=evilmonkii.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://evilmonkii.blogspot.com/feeds/114891744296003504/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8960923&amp;postID=114891744296003504&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8960923/posts/default/114891744296003504'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8960923/posts/default/114891744296003504'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://evilmonkii.blogspot.com/2006/05/some-people-look-at-their-past-and.html' title=''/><author><name>Evil Monkii</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15052435205397544497</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8960923.post-114890133257093014</id><published>2006-05-29T19:06:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2006-05-29T21:31:48.680+10:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I love athletic carnivals. Tomorrow is a day off for me because i'm too cool for athletic carnivals and i cant remeber the last time i ran.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have quite a long to-do list tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;1. mail my ebay stuff&lt;br /&gt;2. get my L's&lt;br /&gt;3. Go to Robins&lt;br /&gt;4. Grocery shopping (maybe)&lt;br /&gt;5. Knit+ schoolwork&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and robin and i have a blog now. The layout was Robin's idea so if its ugly..you know who to point the finger at.&lt;br /&gt;www.just-married.blogdrive.com&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my life is almost complete. Denim Bettina Lianno skinny leg jeans..come to mummy :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8960923-114890133257093014?l=evilmonkii.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://evilmonkii.blogspot.com/feeds/114890133257093014/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8960923&amp;postID=114890133257093014&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8960923/posts/default/114890133257093014'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8960923/posts/default/114890133257093014'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://evilmonkii.blogspot.com/2006/05/i-love-athletic-carnivals.html' title=''/><author><name>Evil Monkii</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15052435205397544497</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8960923.post-114874057010910251</id><published>2006-05-28T00:29:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2006-05-28T00:41:37.580+10:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Tired as hell so i'll try and keep this short.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On friday night i went to Bec's place to drink with the girls. The night consisted of icecream cake, The girl next door (movie), Deep and meaningfuls, A shit load of photos, Bec being so drunk she decides to show everyone her ass, Bec stacking it HARD. LOL and cock sucking cowboys, Lemon ruskins and lime breezers =9 All in all.. a good night!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I left my wallet and belt at Becs. So went to robins with $50. It felt so weird, not to have any financial back up. NO key card..nothing. i cabbed it to parra and met up with robin. Cabbed it back to his place and basically slept the whole day because we're lazy and fat. Robin cooked steak&amp;salad for me =9 and his dad drove me home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mm..im tired. Back to bed with my knitting. hehe im such a grandma...but its ok. I'm a sexy one =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAPPY 16TH TO A LOSER CALLED JESS =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8960923-114874057010910251?l=evilmonkii.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://evilmonkii.blogspot.com/feeds/114874057010910251/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8960923&amp;postID=114874057010910251&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8960923/posts/default/114874057010910251'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8960923/posts/default/114874057010910251'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://evilmonkii.blogspot.com/2006/05/tired-as-hell-so-ill-try-and-keep-this.html' title=''/><author><name>Evil Monkii</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15052435205397544497</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8960923.post-114856686762064262</id><published>2006-05-26T00:08:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2006-05-26T00:21:07.700+10:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" height="191" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/124/633/320/anna4.0.jpg" width="268" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/124/633/1600/anna3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 216px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 187px" height="217" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/124/633/320/anna3.jpg" width="249" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SHE IS SO CUTE. i love her to death. One day im going to have a baby girl and she's going to be just like her. She's just like me. She loves anything pink or hello kitty and she has a thing with makeup. LOL she can't get enough of lipgloss and she'll eat anything. Once we were at the shops and Anna picked up this revealing pink top, went to the mirror and put the top against herself and then did a pose. LOL She's really tiny for her age, i seriously think people will think people will step on her. Quan tells me she knows how to grind to music. HAHA. aww.. one day i' m going to adopt her.  Everyone, Meet Anna.( quan's little cousin.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I came 3rd in history and there was only one point difference between first, second and third place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm excitied about the weekend. I get to see robin, the girls but most importantly ANNA.&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, back to knitting.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8960923-114856686762064262?l=evilmonkii.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://evilmonkii.blogspot.com/feeds/114856686762064262/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8960923&amp;postID=114856686762064262&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8960923/posts/default/114856686762064262'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8960923/posts/default/114856686762064262'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://evilmonkii.blogspot.com/2006/05/she-is-so-cute.html' title=''/><author><name>Evil Monkii</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15052435205397544497</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8960923.post-114848378532237681</id><published>2006-05-25T01:09:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2006-05-25T01:16:25.436+10:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>for someone you love the most to hurt you the most. it fucking hurts&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;time after time just before i reach cloud 9..i come falling straight down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i fall so hard because i let it affect me so much.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8960923-114848378532237681?l=evilmonkii.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://evilmonkii.blogspot.com/feeds/114848378532237681/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8960923&amp;postID=114848378532237681&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8960923/posts/default/114848378532237681'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8960923/posts/default/114848378532237681'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://evilmonkii.blogspot.com/2006/05/for-someone-you-love-most-to-hurt-you.html' title=''/><author><name>Evil Monkii</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15052435205397544497</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8960923.post-114846158121224980</id><published>2006-05-24T18:39:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2006-05-24T19:06:21.303+10:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Some people just piss me off so much i cant stand being in the same room as them let alone, talk to them.&lt;br /&gt;Another thing i've learnt. Friends just like boyfriends..do come and go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ANYWAYS enough emo crap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got my english half yearly and Textile half yearly results back. Came 2nd in the grade for textiles with 84% and came 3rd in the grade for english with 74% LOL. I'm happy with my english marks because i SERIOUSLY thought i wasn't going to pass that one, ah well. Everyones smart when you go to a dumb school. Although, i do admit im competitive when it comes to 'some' people. I hate it when people beat you and talk like their king shit because they think they're a better person since they did well in a test. (more on this on my private blog. holla for link)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have my rags today and i sooooo did not feel like running around playing basketball with blood squirting out of myself. Gruesome, yet true. I hate the feeling when you stand up from sitting down and u can feel it. ITS THE WORST FEELING. It's almost like a 'squirt'. This is probably why i like tampons, you can feel the 'squirt'. ANYWAYS yeah, i just walked out at 12 and went home and slept. i rather have an afternoon detention then run around squirting..if you know what i mean.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For textiles i have to knit a teddybear or scarf so i decded to knit a scarf for robin. (AWWWW!) i'm abit worried but, last time i tried to knit, i gave up half way because there was too many holes. I love knitting.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8960923-114846158121224980?l=evilmonkii.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://evilmonkii.blogspot.com/feeds/114846158121224980/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8960923&amp;postID=114846158121224980&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8960923/posts/default/114846158121224980'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8960923/posts/default/114846158121224980'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://evilmonkii.blogspot.com/2006/05/some-people-just-piss-me-off-so-much-i.html' title=''/><author><name>Evil Monkii</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15052435205397544497</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8960923.post-114838041818591877</id><published>2006-05-23T20:17:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2006-05-23T20:33:38.220+10:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i am so over YOU.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ANYWAYS.&lt;br /&gt;im cold. im sick. i got fucking harassed and the cityrail security guards had to escort me away from the dickhead. i watched just like heaven &amp; cried like a bitch and i've moved on because there is no way in trying when you keep getting pushed down. RIGHT? right. so fuck you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm waiting for annika to go online..(how weird, i get along with her so well yet she's my bf's last ex.LOL)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp; i REALLY REALLY want to go clubbing this saturday but i need an id. Anyone want to let me borrow 0=) please?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love bobbin. He can be a pretty shit boyfriend sometimes but he knows how to behave at the right times. Recently ive realised ive fallen too hard for him. Dont know if i can turn back. ANYWAYS MWA love you hun&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8960923-114838041818591877?l=evilmonkii.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://evilmonkii.blogspot.com/feeds/114838041818591877/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8960923&amp;postID=114838041818591877&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8960923/posts/default/114838041818591877'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8960923/posts/default/114838041818591877'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://evilmonkii.blogspot.com/2006/05/i-am-so-over-you.html' title=''/><author><name>Evil Monkii</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15052435205397544497</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8960923.post-114825736654420865</id><published>2006-05-22T10:07:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2006-05-22T10:22:46.663+10:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Been reading some peoples blogs and im amazed how bitchy some girls can be. going on to each others blog and writing shit about each other, ranting on their blog how they lost a friend but they dont call because they're better than that. DUDE IF YOU DONT CARE SHUT UP ABOUT IT ALREADY. OH and they call each other rodents -.- LMAO girls...haha we may claim to be wiser than males, but seriously..sometimes we're just as dumb.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its times like these.. im SO glad my bestfriend is a guy.&lt;br /&gt;at least he wont call me a rodent. LOL and he doesnt have a blog so he cant bitch about me on it :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another thing.&lt;br /&gt;my maths exam is in 2 hours and fuck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh. One more thing im thankful for.&lt;br /&gt;SERIOUSLY i admit, i use to be such a fuckhead. I use to think ANY girls that were close to my boyfriend (besides his bestfriend) were bitches. i think its because i saw them as threats but still..  i dont know, i was fucked. ANYWAYS. i was on my boyfriends msn account yesterday, helping him check his email and i came across some of these 'girls' we started talking and they are seriously the nicest girls ever. when i look back, i think..omg i use to be the same girls i hate now.  I'm usually a stubborn bitch and hate admitting i was wrong but fuck, was i wrong this time. ESP annika. I use to think just because she was my bf ex i automatically shouldnt try to be friendly to her. I spoke to her for the first time yesterday and she is honestly the nicest girls ive ever met. We're so alike and come to think of it..i can be such a dumb bitch LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So unless ive actually met you, i wont hate anyone from now on :D (besides sarah because i just dont like her lol)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8960923-114825736654420865?l=evilmonkii.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://evilmonkii.blogspot.com/feeds/114825736654420865/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8960923&amp;postID=114825736654420865&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8960923/posts/default/114825736654420865'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8960923/posts/default/114825736654420865'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://evilmonkii.blogspot.com/2006/05/been-reading-some-peoples-blogs-and-im.html' title=''/><author><name>Evil Monkii</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15052435205397544497</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8960923.post-114820222537020312</id><published>2006-05-21T18:16:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2006-05-21T20:34:20.243+10:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Went shopping by myself today and bought&lt;br /&gt;- Cotton On skinny jeans&lt;br /&gt;- Valleygirl coral and black singlet&lt;br /&gt;- White boobtube&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/124/633/1600/clothes.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/124/633/320/clothes.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;shitty quality.  BUT all that for $80 SCORE! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the tops are for layering and the black skinny legs are so i can convert to a punk chick. lol i kid!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have my last test tomorrow but i SERRIIOOOUUUSSSLLLYYYY can NOT be bothered to study&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i lost my macasara today. BOOHOO.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8960923-114820222537020312?l=evilmonkii.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://evilmonkii.blogspot.com/feeds/114820222537020312/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8960923&amp;postID=114820222537020312&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8960923/posts/default/114820222537020312'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8960923/posts/default/114820222537020312'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://evilmonkii.blogspot.com/2006/05/went-shopping-by-myself-today-and.html' title=''/><author><name>Evil Monkii</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15052435205397544497</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8960923.post-114813708464708813</id><published>2006-05-21T00:54:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2006-05-21T00:58:04.663+10:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/124/633/1600/tattoo2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/124/633/320/tattoo2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pelvis area or Boob? (ignore the shitty drawing because i had to do it upside down and ignore my pj pants)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/124/633/1600/tattoo%201.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/124/633/320/tattoo%201.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8960923-114813708464708813?l=evilmonkii.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://evilmonkii.blogspot.com/feeds/114813708464708813/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8960923&amp;postID=114813708464708813&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8960923/posts/default/114813708464708813'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8960923/posts/default/114813708464708813'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://evilmonkii.blogspot.com/2006/05/pelvis-area-or-boob-ignore-shitty.html' title=''/><author><name>Evil Monkii</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15052435205397544497</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8960923.post-114813350965236844</id><published>2006-05-20T23:46:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2006-05-20T23:58:29.706+10:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>my sleeping patterns are fucked.&lt;br /&gt;i woke at at 11am today. Went to bed at 8pm. Woke up at 11pm and now i feel like sleeping again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Didnt end up going shopping today because the boyfriend had some problem. NOT HAPPY. i was looking forward to it the whole week. FUCK. i'm going shopping by myself, stuff the idea about shopping with boyfriends. Their good for nothing. (yes. i am still pissed off)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cabbed it to the boyfriends place from my house. $40. i'm so lazy.&lt;br /&gt;Robin cooked for me and we just got lazy and pretty much slept for the whole day. How productive aye?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm such a grumpy ass today because i didnt get to go shopping. fucker. i'm going tomorrow BY MYSELF. although...i do need a second opinon.. 'oh the dramas in a girls life...'&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8960923-114813350965236844?l=evilmonkii.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://evilmonkii.blogspot.com/feeds/114813350965236844/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8960923&amp;postID=114813350965236844&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8960923/posts/default/114813350965236844'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8960923/posts/default/114813350965236844'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://evilmonkii.blogspot.com/2006/05/my-sleeping-patterns-are-fucked.html' title=''/><author><name>Evil Monkii</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15052435205397544497</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8960923.post-114804536854264512</id><published>2006-05-19T23:19:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2006-05-19T23:29:28.580+10:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Had my modern History and Business studies test today. One more test to go and i've finished my half yearlies. I got a blister on my finger because i wrote so much. aw, better be worth the marks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After school went shopping with Bec, Charlie and Courtney. Went to max brenner and overall had so much fun! We're organising a movie night and on friday night we're going to go drinking and on saturday night we're going out to dinner. YAH! i missed hanging out with the girls. Having a boyfried really does ruin your social life. lol i havent spent time with qua for awhile too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to quan: Lets take anna out next week? or maybe watch a movie?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I saw this hello kitty electric toothbrush at target today. ITS SO FUCKING CUTE. I know its kinda sad that im still obessed with hello kitty at this age..but seriously, you dont understand. It's like little kids and their obession with ice cream, no matter how old they are they wont get sick of it. Except in my case, its hello kitty. ok this is getting embrassing..ANYWAYS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seeing robin tomorrow for shopping and maybe courtney and charlie. YAH. maybe this time i can actually get some clothes.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8960923-114804536854264512?l=evilmonkii.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://evilmonkii.blogspot.com/feeds/114804536854264512/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8960923&amp;postID=114804536854264512&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8960923/posts/default/114804536854264512'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8960923/posts/default/114804536854264512'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://evilmonkii.blogspot.com/2006/05/had-my-modern-history-and-business.html' title=''/><author><name>Evil Monkii</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15052435205397544497</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8960923.post-114794006164508835</id><published>2006-05-18T18:01:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2006-05-18T18:14:21.680+10:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I dont like people ringing me when im asleep. It gives me the biggest mc'shits.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had my 3unit test today, was falling asleep. LITERALLY. Got home and slept from 10:30-5pm :D I looooveee sleeping.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Robin rang me today and he told me the neighbours cat tried to attack my baby chicken (butthead). FUCKING CAT. Robin said he kicked it, but i think he said that to make me feel less pissed off? Whatever. stupid fucking cat. Hope it dies! Apprantly, robin heard butthead crying and making that frantic chirping noise he always makes when he's scared, then robin ran outside and saw butthead's wing bleeding and the fucking cat trying to chase butthead. AWWWWWW... i know i sound fucked up because im acting like this over a baby chicken, but robin and i treat it like our baby. literally, we refer each other as mum and dad when we're talking to butthead and we made a deal we wont break up till butthead grows bigger so he'll know better. WHICH reminds me. yesterday i was sleeping with butthead on our bed and he did a wet shit on MY pillow. TWICE. lol..the bastard. Now i'm changing pillows. chicken poo seriously stinks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yeah, thats my life story. OH! i'm going shopping on saturday AND hopefully getting my tattoo. where should i get it? i need a place where i can show it if i want to, but hide it from my parents. top part of my boob? (ouch) The side of my bank (love handles ew.) or my pelvis? (my gut) soo hard to choooossssseeee. I want it on my shulder but my mum will go APESHIT. My parents are very vintage.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8960923-114794006164508835?l=evilmonkii.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://evilmonkii.blogspot.com/feeds/114794006164508835/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8960923&amp;postID=114794006164508835&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8960923/posts/default/114794006164508835'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8960923/posts/default/114794006164508835'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://evilmonkii.blogspot.com/2006/05/i-dont-like-people-ringing-me-when-im.html' title=''/><author><name>Evil Monkii</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15052435205397544497</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8960923.post-114786996455920822</id><published>2006-05-17T22:25:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2006-05-17T22:46:04.666+10:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Emotional Day.&lt;br /&gt;Had legal studies and textile test. Piece of cake.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THEN..the dramas began.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Firstly had a huge fight with my boyfriend. I stormed out of the house and you know in those movies where the guy says something wrong and the girl says somthing like (fuck you/ shut up) and runs away while the guy chases her, grabs onto her hand, turns her around and hugs her while she cries on his shoulders? It was like that. seriously. Dramatic aye?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Secondly. Had a fat ass fight with my parents. My little white lie was discovered by my parents and my mum went to my friends house to search for me and interrogate him with a million and a half questions. I came home at 9:45 and she chucked a skitz. LITERALLY. I want to be a rebel and move out of home, realisticly that wont happen. But it never hurts to dream right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My stomach hurts because i have too much pride to go outside my room and search for food in fear i will come across my parents. I hate pride. Pride makes me hungry as hell.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8960923-114786996455920822?l=evilmonkii.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://evilmonkii.blogspot.com/feeds/114786996455920822/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8960923&amp;postID=114786996455920822&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8960923/posts/default/114786996455920822'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8960923/posts/default/114786996455920822'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://evilmonkii.blogspot.com/2006/05/emotional-day.html' title=''/><author><name>Evil Monkii</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15052435205397544497</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8960923.post-114776363768784051</id><published>2006-05-16T17:07:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2006-05-16T17:13:57.696+10:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Had my first exam today. English, wrote 10 a4 pages and my hands started shaking and cramping. Didnt even get enough time to finish. AH shit. BUT got informed terri i came first in legal studies with 90% and got 100% for my modern history essay i did the night before from 11-3. LOL. see procrastinating does work!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Caught up with my primary school bestfriend today, kirby. I miss that bitch..but i heard some news i rather not know. Her boyfriend of nearly 2 years were killed by 3 gunshots recently. She' s so fucking strong. I know for a fact, i wouldnt handle it as well as she has. Either way im here for you girl =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6 more tests to go. I miss my baby chicken.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8960923-114776363768784051?l=evilmonkii.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://evilmonkii.blogspot.com/feeds/114776363768784051/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8960923&amp;postID=114776363768784051&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8960923/posts/default/114776363768784051'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8960923/posts/default/114776363768784051'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://evilmonkii.blogspot.com/2006/05/had-my-first-exam-today.html' title=''/><author><name>Evil Monkii</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15052435205397544497</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8960923.post-114765643996973649</id><published>2006-05-15T11:12:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2006-05-15T11:27:20.070+10:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i HATE people who get pissed off and have their 'shit annoyed d fuk outta them' but dont say SHITALL to the person. eg. julz =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;why go bitch to other people when you can tell me straight up? exactly, fuck you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and that goes for everyone who has a problem with someone but only have enough balls to chuck dirties and bitch about how much they hate them. There is no expectation for everyone to like everyone, but stop acting like a little shit about it.  so while i'm at it.. this is the list of people i REALLY dont like:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Sarah Lee&lt;br /&gt;- Jianne&lt;br /&gt;- Simon Ye&lt;br /&gt;- The little shits at my school&lt;br /&gt;- the white trash at my school&lt;br /&gt;and most wogs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you dont like me..tell me! That's what comments are for. Don't worry i wont be cut.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8960923-114765643996973649?l=evilmonkii.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://evilmonkii.blogspot.com/feeds/114765643996973649/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8960923&amp;postID=114765643996973649&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8960923/posts/default/114765643996973649'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8960923/posts/default/114765643996973649'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://evilmonkii.blogspot.com/2006/05/i-hate-people-who-get-pissed-off-and.html' title=''/><author><name>Evil Monkii</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15052435205397544497</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8960923.post-114762300066721599</id><published>2006-05-14T20:41:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2006-05-15T02:10:00.760+10:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Not going to school tomorrow because&lt;br /&gt;1. i have not started studying&lt;br /&gt;2. im lazy&lt;br /&gt;but i have to go to school at 2:30-9 anyways so meh. same shit LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went to robins house for mothers day today, bought his mum flowers. Robin and i took butthead (our baby chicken) to berela station. Robin was embrassed about holding a little fluffy chicken but deep down he loves it to death. He acts like the chicken is our baby or somthing, he says things like 'butthead come to dad'  'butthead go to mummy' rofl. Chris was giving ralph a tattoo. OMFG i want a shooting star on my boob. Sisi and i are going to get our tattoos done together because 1) we can and 2) we're hardcunts :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went out to dinner with tita carol, Ash and Robin's family. Bummped into k-anne and Alyssa. Evertyime i see Alyssa it reminds me lucky i am that my boyfriends bestfriend isnt a bitch. Lol love that girl to death. Alyssa's sister, Alyssa, Robin and I went cruising and then got dropped off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2 things i'm excitied about&lt;br /&gt;1) Jess's 16th party.&lt;br /&gt;2) Alyssa's 18th Party. 1st time clubbing for me!&lt;br /&gt;heres a maths equation.&lt;br /&gt;1 + 2 = Alkie+Dancing+Grinding+Happy wendy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OH WAIT SHIT. THERES BOTH ON THE SAME DAY.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8960923-114762300066721599?l=evilmonkii.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://evilmonkii.blogspot.com/feeds/114762300066721599/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8960923&amp;postID=114762300066721599&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8960923/posts/default/114762300066721599'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8960923/posts/default/114762300066721599'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://evilmonkii.blogspot.com/2006/05/not-going-to-school-tomorrow-because-1.html' title=''/><author><name>Evil Monkii</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15052435205397544497</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8960923.post-114752942403577828</id><published>2006-05-14T00:01:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2006-05-14T00:10:24.046+10:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>been a LONG LONG day so i'll just do this point form&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- did not study.&lt;br /&gt;- went to parra in the morning to buy mums present&lt;br /&gt;- went to robinbs house AND HE BOUGHT ME A LITTLE CHICKEN&lt;br /&gt;(its soooo cute! Its all yellow and fluffy. Its pretty dumb..but it jumped off robins level 2 balcony and survived =O. I named it butthead and its robin and i's pretend baby. like robin said 'it shits, it makes noises, it eats..JUST LIKE A REAL BABY!' LOL. We're gonna get so attached to this little chicken..although robin says he wants to have it as kfc when it grows up. yehh right..)&lt;br /&gt;-went to ralphs birthday party (HAPPY 18TH BIRTHDAY RALPH)&lt;br /&gt;- took shots of smiroff and baileys with the girls cecelia, wendy no.2, dez and tas. Got tipsy but robin was pretty drunk LOL&lt;br /&gt;- robin took me to parra and we had to both run up to the hungry jacks toilets because we were going to piss ourselves. seriously&lt;br /&gt;- Dogged robin and went to eat dinner with the family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11:30pm just got out and in need of sleep. GOODNIGHT&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8960923-114752942403577828?l=evilmonkii.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://evilmonkii.blogspot.com/feeds/114752942403577828/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8960923&amp;postID=114752942403577828&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8960923/posts/default/114752942403577828'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8960923/posts/default/114752942403577828'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://evilmonkii.blogspot.com/2006/05/been-long-long-day-so-ill-just-do-this.html' title=''/><author><name>Evil Monkii</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15052435205397544497</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8960923.post-114744672905112936</id><published>2006-05-13T01:08:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2006-05-13T01:12:09.070+10:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I offically dont give a shit.&lt;br /&gt;i MUST. i WILL go shopping next week and buy:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Brown knee high leather boots&lt;br /&gt;- Lee Supertubes black&lt;br /&gt;- Sass and Bide misfits, dark denim&lt;br /&gt;- Brown leather hangbag&lt;br /&gt;- Wallet&lt;br /&gt;- Jackets, cardigans and a million and a half of tops.&lt;br /&gt;ANDDDD..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hehe that's all i can think of.&lt;br /&gt;contributions are welcome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;save a poor girl who is immensly deprived of shopping. Her life feels empty and cold. LITERALLY!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8960923-114744672905112936?l=evilmonkii.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://evilmonkii.blogspot.com/feeds/114744672905112936/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8960923&amp;postID=114744672905112936&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8960923/posts/default/114744672905112936'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8960923/posts/default/114744672905112936'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://evilmonkii.blogspot.com/2006/05/i-offically-dont-give-shit.html' title=''/><author><name>Evil Monkii</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15052435205397544497</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8960923.post-114742159285218665</id><published>2006-05-12T18:06:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2006-05-12T18:13:12.863+10:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i'm the type of person that buys things and get sick of them by the time i get out of the shop, thus i have a lot of junk that i dont like.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have finally found my answer. EBAY! YAH for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nothing intresting happening for now, stay tuned for tomorrow. shall be an eventful day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TOODLES&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8960923-114742159285218665?l=evilmonkii.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://evilmonkii.blogspot.com/feeds/114742159285218665/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8960923&amp;postID=114742159285218665&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8960923/posts/default/114742159285218665'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8960923/posts/default/114742159285218665'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://evilmonkii.blogspot.com/2006/05/im-type-of-person-that-buys-things-and.html' title=''/><author><name>Evil Monkii</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15052435205397544497</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8960923.post-114733827029378364</id><published>2006-05-11T18:58:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2006-05-11T19:04:30.303+10:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>stress stress stress.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got 58% for my 3unit test. so close to failing, i dont know if i should be thankful that i didnt come last, or dissapointed that i did so shit. lol, well at least it proves a point, studying does help your marks. lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm so lazy. half yearlies start next week, i havent started studying andon saturday i'm going to ralph's birthday. Everyone is comitting social suicide while i'm partying like normal. thats not right is it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh wells.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a even more upsetting note.&lt;br /&gt;FUCK YOU EBAY PERSON. i paided for my top i bought the other day and everysince i paid for it..the dickhead stop replying to my msgs. The last thing i'm gonna do is be jipped on the net. (who's probably ugly and fat) I'm gonna screw you over! if i dont recieve my top soon &gt;={&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In times like these, i need a snack pack.&lt;br /&gt;toodles!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8960923-114733827029378364?l=evilmonkii.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://evilmonkii.blogspot.com/feeds/114733827029378364/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8960923&amp;postID=114733827029378364&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8960923/posts/default/114733827029378364'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8960923/posts/default/114733827029378364'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://evilmonkii.blogspot.com/2006/05/stress-stress-stress.html' title=''/><author><name>Evil Monkii</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15052435205397544497</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8960923.post-114725616517625415</id><published>2006-05-10T20:03:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2006-05-10T20:16:05.186+10:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Want to hear my love life? Sure you do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1st bf.&lt;br /&gt;This guy goes by the name simon. I was in year 8 and it was cool to have everyone as your god brothers back then. I first saw him when i convinced him to join my chinese school. I didnt really like him back then, i only went out with him for tahe sake of having a boyfriend. LOL ( remember i was in year 8) ..i never kissed him. and he tried to kiss me but i moved away. haha like ew? LOL. a month later i got sick of him and wanted to dump him. I couldnt find a way so i called him out to watch a movie with my friends, i was trying to flirt with my friend luke (this was planned by the way.) and sat on his legs and whatnot. He still didnt get the idea so i dumped him on msn, using the excuse ' i need to concentrate on my schoolwork' LOL. i felt bad afterwards so i made myself cry so i could feel less guilty. HA but it turns out mr simon had too much pride and told all our friends he dumped me because he thought i was gross. lol loser&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2nd bf.&lt;br /&gt;This was in year 9. He was my god brother because it was STILL trendy to have everyone as your god bros and god sis. It meant nothing to me but. This time i actually liked this guy, alot. We went out for about 2 months and we both had to go on holidays. Couldnt talk or see to each other for like 6-7 weeks. LOL i cried because i missed him so much (awwww!!) First conversation i had with him when i got back he pissed me off haha. He called me a pork chop. So i decided to ignore him for a few days for the sake of it. But i think i went a little too far and started losing feelings for him. I said somthing like ' you shouldnt like me, im like bad medicene' He took it the wrong way and it ended. we didnt talk for much, but soon we became friends again and he's still regarded as a pretty good friend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3rd bf.&lt;br /&gt;Robin/ Bobbin. Went out with this guy in 2005. Been dating for a year and almost a month? We broke up twice before because he was a dumbass but things are good now. Loving each other and hopefully we wont be playing the whole break up and get back together game too soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOL there you go. My love life. I dont have many ex's because i use to be a pretty mean bitch in the whole dating game. I use to lead guys on and stop talking to them when i got bored of them. Once i made a guy cry like a bitch on the phone. I didnt think anyone was worth being my bf LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm over the whole games and whatnot now. I'm stuck with someone already.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8960923-114725616517625415?l=evilmonkii.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://evilmonkii.blogspot.com/feeds/114725616517625415/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8960923&amp;postID=114725616517625415&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8960923/posts/default/114725616517625415'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8960923/posts/default/114725616517625415'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://evilmonkii.blogspot.com/2006/05/want-to-hear-my-love-life-sure-you-do.html' title=''/><author><name>Evil Monkii</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15052435205397544497</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8960923.post-114716976372109730</id><published>2006-05-09T20:09:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2006-05-09T20:16:03.730+10:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>So i havent exactly followed my diet, that much, if at all. today, i was suffering the consequences, had sharp pains in my stomach the whole day and at one point had tears in my eyes because thats really how much it hurts! I'm still not learning though, having a snack pack at the moment, yum. &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;gah. i'm stressed &amp; tired &amp;amp; bloated &amp; tired again &amp;amp; yuck &amp; misses the bf.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8960923-114716976372109730?l=evilmonkii.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://evilmonkii.blogspot.com/feeds/114716976372109730/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8960923&amp;postID=114716976372109730&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8960923/posts/default/114716976372109730'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8960923/posts/default/114716976372109730'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://evilmonkii.blogspot.com/2006/05/so-i-havent-exactly-followed-my-diet.html' title=''/><author><name>Evil Monkii</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15052435205397544497</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8960923.post-114708732981376498</id><published>2006-05-08T21:14:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2006-05-09T00:02:13.663+10:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>[edit] gah, spoke to soon.&lt;br /&gt;i miss him &gt;&lt; [edit]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh my, ebay is truely..the devil.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i bought a top today, a jag wallet and calvin klein underwear (DONT WORRY, ITS PACKAGED AND NEVER BEEN USE. i dont wear other randomns underwear, like ew?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so yes, my day mainly consisted of shit all. i want another piercing on top of part of my ear and a tattoo on just above my boob. any ideas for the tattoo? i was thinking of putting my surname in chinese but that's kinda ugly. I'm not sure if i want the tattoo ontop of my boob either because that's sensitive and it's going to hurt. ALOT. i need a place where i can hide my tattoo really easily but if i wanted to show it, i could do so quite easily without going naked. get my jist?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;btw i think i've turned on feminist-y. I cant be bothered to go all emotional and whatnot to the bf and whether i see or talk to him doesnt really bother me now. its been 2-3 days of no contact between each other..and i dont feel it? lol. *sings independant woman*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TOODLES!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8960923-114708732981376498?l=evilmonkii.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://evilmonkii.blogspot.com/feeds/114708732981376498/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8960923&amp;postID=114708732981376498&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8960923/posts/default/114708732981376498'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8960923/posts/default/114708732981376498'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://evilmonkii.blogspot.com/2006/05/edit-gah-spoke-to-soon.html' title=''/><author><name>Evil Monkii</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15052435205397544497</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8960923.post-114700658728445514</id><published>2006-05-07T22:52:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2006-05-08T00:20:31.790+10:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>[EDIT]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;` Wendii.. [modern history-ing. quan! please msg me asap] says:&lt;br /&gt;i woodnt mind going into big brother&lt;br /&gt;` Wendii.. [modern history-ing. quan! please msg me asap] says:&lt;br /&gt;but i think ill be boring&lt;br /&gt;&lt;&gt;¤[Ťαиġ¥»±±«Qцαή¹]¤ says:&lt;br /&gt;yea but u probably wouldnt get out in the first couple of weeks&lt;br /&gt;&lt;&gt;¤[Ťαиġ¥»±±«Qцαή¹]¤ says:&lt;br /&gt;ull probably last for like half the time&lt;br /&gt;` Wendii.. [modern history-ing. quan! please msg me asap] says:&lt;br /&gt;coz ill be such a bitch?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;&gt;¤[Ťαиġ¥»±±«Qцαή¹]¤ says:&lt;br /&gt;yer tits alone would make u last a solid couple of weeks&lt;br /&gt;&lt;&gt;¤[Ťαиġ¥»±±«Qцαή¹]¤ says:&lt;br /&gt;showering topless would probably get u to the finals&lt;br /&gt;` Wendii.. [modern history-ing. quan! please msg me asap] says:&lt;br /&gt;excusee me!?&lt;br /&gt;` Wendii.. [modern history-ing. quan! please msg me asap] says:&lt;br /&gt;dickhead!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;males. psh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[edit]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; i feel so guilty at the moment, not really. i lied&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I should be starting my modern history homework that's due in about an hour but instead i've been ebaying. AND i just put bids on&lt;br /&gt;- lee skinny legs&lt;br /&gt;- Jag wallet&lt;br /&gt;- Chloe paddington handbag.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OMFG. haha that's like 300-400.&lt;br /&gt;I'm happy =) now i can do my history assignment in peace.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8960923-114700658728445514?l=evilmonkii.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://evilmonkii.blogspot.com/feeds/114700658728445514/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8960923&amp;postID=114700658728445514&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8960923/posts/default/114700658728445514'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8960923/posts/default/114700658728445514'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://evilmonkii.blogspot.com/2006/05/edit-wendii.html' title=''/><author><name>Evil Monkii</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15052435205397544497</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8960923.post-114698981180859638</id><published>2006-05-07T18:00:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2006-05-07T18:16:51.816+10:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Spent today sitting on my ass. AHHH.. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I havent been shopping for a month now? OMFG. Quan or Bobbin! either one of you's MUST come with me after my exams..or i'll cry. seriously. which reminds me, Bobbin still owes me 5 kinder suprises. bastard.. lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were at bondi beach and Bobbin and Robert were digging in the sands until you could see sooo much water. Then Bobbin being the smartass puts me in the hole and buried me with sand until its halfway up my ass. LOL the idiot said if i could get out without anyone's help he'll give me 5 kinder suprises. I did :D BUT I STILL HAVENT RECIEVED MY REWARD!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;shopping shopping shopping. my life feels empty. lol.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8960923-114698981180859638?l=evilmonkii.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://evilmonkii.blogspot.com/feeds/114698981180859638/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8960923&amp;postID=114698981180859638&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8960923/posts/default/114698981180859638'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8960923/posts/default/114698981180859638'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://evilmonkii.blogspot.com/2006/05/spent-today-sitting-on-my-ass.html' title=''/><author><name>Evil Monkii</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15052435205397544497</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8960923.post-114692902481106432</id><published>2006-05-07T01:21:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2006-05-07T01:23:44.823+10:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I just rang robin to tell him this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wendii: "hun, how relationship can be described with the phase 'A dog is a man's bestfriend"&lt;br /&gt;Robin: "Ha?"&lt;br /&gt;Wendii: "You're my bitch and i own you!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HOHOHO. i'm so cool!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss anna and quan. shall we see each other soon?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8960923-114692902481106432?l=evilmonkii.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://evilmonkii.blogspot.com/feeds/114692902481106432/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8960923&amp;postID=114692902481106432&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8960923/posts/default/114692902481106432'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8960923/posts/default/114692902481106432'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://evilmonkii.blogspot.com/2006/05/i-just-rang-robin-to-tell-him-this.html' title=''/><author><name>Evil Monkii</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15052435205397544497</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8960923.post-114692190306348587</id><published>2006-05-06T23:10:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2006-05-06T23:34:30.396+10:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I am pissed off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;why?&lt;br /&gt;I'm on a diet. no. i aint those depressing asian chicks that weigh about 40 kgs and sook about how incredibly fat i am and whatnot. If i could, i'll eat all the fat in the world. But i fucking cant because my docter thinks i have a shit diet and its going to make me into some sick dying bitch one day. I have to eat six fruits a day, a HUGE plate of vegetables and drink 8 glasses of water. I feel like i'm on the biggest loser ( minus the excercise). BOO fucking HOO. i love my food.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SO, today robin and i went out for lunch and then grocery shopping and the bastard stocked up on junkfood. You know what i got? Apples. I'm serious. I got apples and fat + sugar free extra drops and mints. Robin on the other hand had coke, gummi lollies, chips, chocolate pudding and any other junkfood you can imagine. Robin is fatter than me! Why the hell do i have to eat healthy?! ITS NOT FAIR!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another reason why i'm pissed. I already ate dinner at robin's house today so i didnt feel like dinner at home. My parents (especially my mum) chucked a skitz and a half at me for being anorexic and shit. usually i'll just take it and ignore her because everyone that actually knows me, know i aint no 'omg that thing has 2 grams of fat!' type of person. ANYWAYS. this time i decided i had enough, so i chucked a skitz back at her. i screamed till my throat started to sting and suprisingly, it was louder than the mother's voice. I think she got the idea because she stopped hassling me to eat. SEE! screaming does help you get your way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm poor. My mum decided to take my keycard off me for the time being and instead give me 30 bucks a week. WTH. OMFG. I'm going to cry. seriously. I can't live with 30 bucks a week. GAHHHH So from now on i'm going to be a tightass. No more max brenner for awhile. Gonna miss ya baby =(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and forgot to mention, robin and i were at parra today and bumped into michael. PFT i'm pretty sure i made it clear i dont like you, i dont want anything to do with you. So next time we bump into each other, dont try and act all friendly because i'm not good at pretending to like people that i simply dont. we arnt friends and never will be. I've given you respect today by not having a go at you, give me respect and leave me alone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p.s my boyfriend doesnt like you either so next time you want to say hello to him, expect a rough one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WOW. this blog has made me look like such a fat spoiled bitch. LOL i'm not..i promise. i'm just a bitch :p&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8960923-114692190306348587?l=evilmonkii.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://evilmonkii.blogspot.com/feeds/114692190306348587/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8960923&amp;postID=114692190306348587&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8960923/posts/default/114692190306348587'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8960923/posts/default/114692190306348587'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://evilmonkii.blogspot.com/2006/05/i-am-pissed-off.html' title=''/><author><name>Evil Monkii</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15052435205397544497</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8960923.post-114682971516781885</id><published>2006-05-05T19:36:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2006-05-05T22:19:50.893+10:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i feel kinda bad. i havent started studying and bec the stupid bimbo has. aww. lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;seeing robin tomorrow. i havent really talked to him much lately.. hm, doesn't really bother me. lol i sound like such a shit gf. I'm not but! honestly =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i dyed my hair but i didnt want it to be too obvious so i got the colour mousse stuff. omfg that stuff is the shit, it doesnt stuff up your hair because it doesnt have all that chemical crap other hair dyes have and if you dont like it, it comes out in like 10 washes? HEEHEE.. i like my hair now but i wouldnt mind some brown streaks or something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sisi's video blogging seems very tempting but i can't figure out how to video blog with my webcam and microphone. i dont know where my digital camera's gone =/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh the topic of webcam, my cousin bought me a new one when he went to china. I LURRRVVVEEE it. it's full clear and on the side it has lights that light up when u press the button. so much better than my shitty ex dicksmith webcam. dicksmith is the devil! never use any of there products, trust me. been there done that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ANYWAYS going to end this blog with some luvo pics of me on webcam. &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/124/633/1600/wendiiii.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/124/633/200/wendiiii.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/124/633/1600/11.2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/124/633/200/11.2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/124/633/1600/wendiii1.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/124/633/200/wendiii1.1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/124/633/1600/wendii.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/124/633/200/wendii.1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8960923-114682971516781885?l=evilmonkii.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://evilmonkii.blogspot.com/feeds/114682971516781885/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8960923&amp;postID=114682971516781885&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8960923/posts/default/114682971516781885'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8960923/posts/default/114682971516781885'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://evilmonkii.blogspot.com/2006/05/i-feel-kinda-bad.html' title=''/><author><name>Evil Monkii</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15052435205397544497</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8960923.post-114666439810682116</id><published>2006-05-03T23:42:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2006-05-03T23:53:18.176+10:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>soooo..bfs are usually a waste of time. most boys are. I talk to my bf everynight and its all good you know..but then it gets boring...and i want to do homework but im a shit multi-tasker and then yeah no hwk completed and i stress like crazy. meh. bfs are so money and time consuming. so unless u really REALLY like the guy and pratically can't live without him..chances you're better off without him. lol thats my 2 cents. but i've been with this bf of mine for like a year &amp; a bit now so meh..lol ah wells. we'll probably end up breaking up one day and me rolling on the floor in tears (sad tears of course) but until that day comes just waaateevvveerrr. easy come easy go. (sisi taught me that) lol. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went to parra to have max brenner today and see the docters. i have a really bad diet. all i eat is junk. yesterday i had&lt;br /&gt;breakfast - noodles chips + asian choc stick biscuits&lt;br /&gt;lunch - kfc&lt;br /&gt;dinner - kfc&lt;br /&gt;and today i had&lt;br /&gt;breakfast - avacado sandwich (HEALTHIEST THING EVER!)&lt;br /&gt;Lunch - wedges and choc milk&lt;br /&gt;afternoon tea - max brenner belgium waffles + choc melted sauce and strawberries&lt;br /&gt;dinner - honey soy chicken wings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOL. i'm going to die one day from high cholestrol, diabetes and whatnot. BUT until then..can u pass me the fries? :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8960923-114666439810682116?l=evilmonkii.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://evilmonkii.blogspot.com/feeds/114666439810682116/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8960923&amp;postID=114666439810682116&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8960923/posts/default/114666439810682116'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8960923/posts/default/114666439810682116'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://evilmonkii.blogspot.com/2006/05/soooo.html' title=''/><author><name>Evil Monkii</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15052435205397544497</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8960923.post-114655135251709483</id><published>2006-05-02T16:21:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2006-05-02T16:29:12.526+10:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>first day back! didnt exactly go to plan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- was late for an hour because i slept in.&lt;br /&gt;- forgot my folder + notes&lt;br /&gt;- spent an hr in the principals office&lt;br /&gt;- forgot school books and english novel&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha i'm turning into a dumb bitch..just like bec LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it was good seeing the girls and quan again. love gossiping and hearing who hooked up with who. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so things are going pretty well...except robin's cousin's bf has decided to move in with robin (in his room). boohoooo there goes privacy. ='( i'm going to miss walking around in spiderman boxers and old tourist shirt.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8960923-114655135251709483?l=evilmonkii.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://evilmonkii.blogspot.com/feeds/114655135251709483/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8960923&amp;postID=114655135251709483&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8960923/posts/default/114655135251709483'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8960923/posts/default/114655135251709483'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://evilmonkii.blogspot.com/2006/05/first-day-back-didnt-exactly-go-to.html' title=''/><author><name>Evil Monkii</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15052435205397544497</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8960923.post-114641193800467808</id><published>2006-05-01T01:26:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2006-05-01T01:45:38.096+10:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i was reading someone's blog today and she broke up with her long term bf but she seemed totally fine. my friends break up with their bfs and most of them dont even shed a tear. lol but the last broke up..or should i say break up(s)i had with mr boyfriend atm. i was like 'crys-a-river-i-dont-want-to-live-omfg-this-hurts-so-much-kill-me-now' now when i see people being so a-ok..i have no fucking idea whats wrong with me. like even to this day..3 months later. i still get emotional and whatnot when people mention it. i just can't get over it. it's probably because i've NEVER been dumped before. like even if we weren't going out, i was always the one to tell them to fuck off i dont want them anymore (in a nicer way of course). lol i guess its karma. To this day..i still cant be completely secure. HA. girls..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went to robins today intending to do my legal and modern history assignments. instead i just slept and cried my ass off in Troy. good movie but i hate it how brad pitt dies. ITS JUST NOT FAIR! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Robin and i went to eat pho. i had 3 colour drink as well...it's so yummy! i usually hate beans but those are nicceeee &lt;3 got home and had another ice cream. at that point i was so full i couldnt get up. i didnt tell my parents i ate before otherwise they'll get all pissy at me so i just told them i'm not hungry. BIG NO-NO. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you see, i havent been having dinner at home for the past week because ive spent like most nights at robins house eating dinner. but i never tell my parents otherwise they'll be a bitch about it so i just tell them i dont want dinner. My parents are usually convince im anorexic for some reason. probably because my grandma tells my mum i look like an african starving kid..but in my grandma eyes, unless i'm biggest-loser size..i need to eat more. so you have (wendy who doesnt want to eat dinner) + (grandma thinking i look like an african starving kid -no racism intended) = parents convinced im anorexic. and when they're convinced im anorexic they start force feeding me..literally! being so full it hurts..my parents force fed me dinner and soup. if this isnt child abuse..i dont know what is. at the end i couldn't suck my stomach in, i looked 4 months pregnant and if you poked me..i would have probably vomitted on you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;benson is coming back tomorrow. YAHHHHH For free china stuff. NOOOOO for benson -.-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8960923-114641193800467808?l=evilmonkii.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://evilmonkii.blogspot.com/feeds/114641193800467808/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8960923&amp;postID=114641193800467808&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8960923/posts/default/114641193800467808'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8960923/posts/default/114641193800467808'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://evilmonkii.blogspot.com/2006/05/i-was-reading-someones-blog-today-and.html' title=''/><author><name>Evil Monkii</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15052435205397544497</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8960923.post-114622155990953590</id><published>2006-04-28T20:15:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2006-04-28T23:32:02.206+10:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i went to school yesterday. it's my holidays.. who does that?! someones thats dedicated to their education..that's who! LOL kidding. i havent even looked at my school books but meh. theres more to life than school..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went to robins house with intentions to write my history essay and print it out. unsuccesful. Instead we both made a lil poster of us with our photos and whatnot. he stuck it on his wall to cover the ugly hole he managed to punch in. we ate at his auntii's house. OMFG i looovvvveee her cooking! i'm going to marry an aussie/filo guy just for the food.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today was busy as hell. in the morning got my ass up and went to parra with quan and his little brother and cousin. OMFG ANNA (lil cousin) is soooo fucking cute. she was sitting outside the shop with my hello kitty mirror putting on lipgloss! mind you..she's like 4 and looks like she's 2. She's going to grow up just like me! haha she's so vain and obessed with hello kitty and pink things. if she doesnt get her way..she cries! What a smart girl...quan reckons she's going to be a slut when she grows up because she listens to rnb and grinds to the music LOL she also has a thing for revealing clothes...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after shopping with quan, quickly went home and got changed to go out with the girls. i had lamb and vegies for dinner. YUMMX1000 then we went to max brenner for desert. that's like the 2nd time ive been there today. LOL..i had the suckao coz sisi was talking about how good it was. omfg..i couldnt finish it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sooooOo tired. waiting for the bf to call &amp; quan to scan the photos . tomorrow will probably be another day out. i left all my history crap at robin's house so i have to go over and get it..and feed him and robert lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;photos from bobbin &amp;amp; i's 1 year anniversary&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 242px; HEIGHT: 342px" height="393" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v606/evilmonkii/wendiibobbin4.jpg" width="242" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 286px; HEIGHT: 215px" height="240" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v606/evilmonkii/wendiibobbin3.jpg" width="322" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 288px; HEIGHT: 219px" height="219" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v606/evilmonkii/wendiibobbin5.jpg" width="293" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 272px; HEIGHT: 375px" height="400" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v606/evilmonkii/robinandwendii1.jpg" width="297" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8960923-114622155990953590?l=evilmonkii.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://evilmonkii.blogspot.com/feeds/114622155990953590/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8960923&amp;postID=114622155990953590&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8960923/posts/default/114622155990953590'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8960923/posts/default/114622155990953590'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://evilmonkii.blogspot.com/2006/04/i-went-to-school-yesterday.html' title=''/><author><name>Evil Monkii</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15052435205397544497</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8960923.post-114605721322856180</id><published>2006-04-26T22:52:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2006-04-26T23:13:33.323+10:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Yesterday was Robin and I's one year anni.&lt;br /&gt;Happy one year butthead. love you &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yesterday was probably the best dates i've had with this loser. mind you..we dont go on dates very often. its either his house sleeping or my house sleeping.. met robin at parra and trained it to the city. had hungry jacks and bumped into mandy ( didnt know she worked there.haha she looked so dorky! ) watched failure to launch..it was alright. meh lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we took capitols and bumped into gabe and van. i'll post the capitols up later. In the middle of a photo robin was trying to wrestle me while i kept trying to grab his boobs. LOL spent the whole way walking to star city trying to grab each other.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i out ate robin at the buffet in star city! :D SKINNY BITCH!!! robin gambled and lost 10 bucks.  we caught the cab home. watched the beauty shop..pretty good movie. i think its just my thing..but i like ghetto movies. lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i miss quan. =) but i get to see him on friday so yah for me! :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8960923-114605721322856180?l=evilmonkii.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://evilmonkii.blogspot.com/feeds/114605721322856180/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8960923&amp;postID=114605721322856180&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8960923/posts/default/114605721322856180'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8960923/posts/default/114605721322856180'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://evilmonkii.blogspot.com/2006/04/yesterday-was-robin-and-is-one-year.html' title=''/><author><name>Evil Monkii</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15052435205397544497</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8960923.post-114588291848699640</id><published>2006-04-24T22:03:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2006-04-24T22:48:39.200+10:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>The phone bill for this month arrived and its totaled to $1500. credits to my cousin benson. wooooweeeee...someone's gonna get a spanking when they come back from holidays. haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went to blacktown today to have yumcha with family. spent quality time together..especially the brother &lt;3.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;fuck. got soooo pissed off today. i HATE aussie bogans from blacktown. especially the ugly old white trash bitch from peters meat. hope she dies soon..seriously.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tomorrow is robin and i's one year. before when we just started dating each other thats all i really aimed for, to make it to our one year anniversary and now that im here..it doesnt really seem like such a big deal? meh.its overrated. lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on a total different matter.&lt;br /&gt;i know when a relationship is dead. i know when im not feeling things i use to feel and i know when its time to give up..SO i have lol. it doesnt matter..life goes on with or without them.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8960923-114588291848699640?l=evilmonkii.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://evilmonkii.blogspot.com/feeds/114588291848699640/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8960923&amp;postID=114588291848699640&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8960923/posts/default/114588291848699640'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8960923/posts/default/114588291848699640'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://evilmonkii.blogspot.com/2006/04/phone-bill-for-this-month-arrived-and.html' title=''/><author><name>Evil Monkii</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15052435205397544497</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8960923.post-114571410580961416</id><published>2006-04-22T23:48:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2006-04-22T23:55:05.820+10:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>went out with quan today. was mad fun. missed those times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we ate at max brenners. omfg we sooo over did it. lol we felt like gagging afterwards and didnt even drink our hug mug hot choclates. urgk. but i want waffles now. lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;watched the aus performing arts school perform. the dance was alright and the fob singers were good but apart from that...OUR SCHOOL KICKS URS..so URGH! =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i spotted a really cute fob guy and i told quan "hey..he's cute!"..the retard then replied with "yeah..coz he's black." lol..which is true. fobs do make the finnest guys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;walked around and fell in love with a top in supre but im on a tight budget atm so its a no-no for me atm. quan bought throzen throne (warcraft 3 expansion) at first he thought they didnt have any (even though i told him to ask!) and just as we were about to walk out he spotted it. LOL he gasped so loud and when i felt his heart it was full racing. LMAO. truely asian.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it was shit cold today. not looking forward to winter at all.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8960923-114571410580961416?l=evilmonkii.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://evilmonkii.blogspot.com/feeds/114571410580961416/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8960923&amp;postID=114571410580961416&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8960923/posts/default/114571410580961416'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8960923/posts/default/114571410580961416'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://evilmonkii.blogspot.com/2006/04/went-out-with-quan-today.html' title=''/><author><name>Evil Monkii</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15052435205397544497</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8960923.post-114562849666236849</id><published>2006-04-21T23:30:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2006-04-22T00:08:16.740+10:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>spent today doing nothing..just the way i like it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when i stay home i sleep alot. today i slept for like 14 hours. lol i also cleaned my wardrobe out and found clothes i never knew i had. chucked alot of it away because 1. i dont like it 2. i will never wear it because of reason 1.&lt;br /&gt;SO. if anyone wants any clothes ( i've got some billabong jeans and whatnot from my wannabe surfie days HAHA) then just leave a comment or somthing. LOL. otherwise they're going to ebay (if i can be bothered) or some needy charity. meh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i havent touched my school work since the last week of holidays. as much as im stressing..i cant find the energy to pick up a book. sleeping sounds more tempting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so that basically sums my life up, sleeping, blogging and eating. oh and im going to max brenners tomorrow so YAH for me!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8960923-114562849666236849?l=evilmonkii.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://evilmonkii.blogspot.com/feeds/114562849666236849/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8960923&amp;postID=114562849666236849&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8960923/posts/default/114562849666236849'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8960923/posts/default/114562849666236849'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://evilmonkii.blogspot.com/2006/04/spent-today-doing-nothing.html' title=''/><author><name>Evil Monkii</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15052435205397544497</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8960923.post-114553375136269841</id><published>2006-04-20T21:25:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2006-04-20T21:49:11.436+10:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i'm happy. (will elaborate later)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went over to robin's house today. trained it to lidcome and bought robert (robin's little brother) and i porkrolls for breakfast and then cabbed it to his place. OMFG. i loveeeee porkrolls. haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;washed the dishes and cleaned the kitchen abit until robin got home. he made me a peanut butter and jelly sandwich and a strawberry sundae with crushed cookies. i fainted in the morning so the retard thought i was being an anorexic bitch and he kept stuffing me with food...i aint complaining tho :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways! let's talk about why im happy.&lt;br /&gt;i get to see quan tomorrow! YAH! i miss my bitch so so so so so so much. i could hug/kiss/smooch him right now! haven't seen him for a week and im dyinggggg....yes i'm obessed. but its ok coz he's my bitch and i love him to bits. (lol quan if you're reading this you're shouting lunch tomorrow coz i sed so much nice stuff about you!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OH. another reason why im a happy bitch. I'M 100% CONTENT. Robin's net went goneskees so i can say sweet stuff without him getting a big head. its weird. little things make me feel like he's the one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when the retard presses his ass against me and farts, usually i'll chuck a skitz and probably say see you later with any other guy but him. when im feeling like a lazy ass, he does everything for me. changes me, washes my hair, styles and blowdry my hair (HAHA FAG!), he feeds me and even picks me up and carrys me when i decide not to walk anymore. he knows when im not alright, even when i say i am and its weird..never felt like this before. fuck..i think im falling for this loser. lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;he rang me today because i forgot to ring him when i got back home. LOL haha he sounded so scared..its taken me awhile to realise but i think he's for real..and when i think about it..so am i.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8960923-114553375136269841?l=evilmonkii.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://evilmonkii.blogspot.com/feeds/114553375136269841/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8960923&amp;postID=114553375136269841&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8960923/posts/default/114553375136269841'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8960923/posts/default/114553375136269841'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://evilmonkii.blogspot.com/2006/04/im-happy.html' title=''/><author><name>Evil Monkii</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15052435205397544497</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8960923.post-114545840130941856</id><published>2006-04-20T00:45:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2006-04-20T01:06:57.806+10:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>[emo kinda post. wouldn't read it unless your someone that actually cares about my life. lol ]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i dont want to give him a big head because he's pretty much up himself already. kidding.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lol. quan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;fuck i love that dickhead. he actually seriously cares about me. he's there for me even when somtimes im not there for him. he puts up with my shit and even pats my head when im crying my ass off. LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i miss him like crazy even when i dont see him for a couple of days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;he's taught me alot of things.lol he even taught me whats the difference between circumcised and non circumcised penises. HAHAHA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we never fight. except like twice ever, and it felt like crap so we made up 30 minutes later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we've done some pretty dumb shit together. we both had a ego problem so we decided to have a pie eating race. i lost..and burnt my tongue. at work experience we met up everyday at lunch break and the retard always wanted coffee so he could look more professional and older. haha. At the yr10 formal i dragged him up at the dance floor and we started dancing...when i looked at him he started swaying his hips and started to imitate the brady bunch. LOL. in year 8 camp i stacked it down this MASSIVE mountain/hill and had cowshit and mud all over me. why? because quan pushed me ROFL. in science last year we would always sit at the back eating/arguing/sleeping. if he was winning an argument i'll scream "shut up dont wanna talk to you" and naturally..i would win. LOL and once when robin and i were about to break up i was in science crying my ass off..and quan decided to pat me on the head like some dog. LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i really miss him. and babe if you ever read this..(not trying to be a emo lovey dovey fuck) get your ass near me soon because i miss you. just in case you forgot..you mean a shitload to me and i love you. MWA!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8960923-114545840130941856?l=evilmonkii.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://evilmonkii.blogspot.com/feeds/114545840130941856/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8960923&amp;postID=114545840130941856&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8960923/posts/default/114545840130941856'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8960923/posts/default/114545840130941856'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://evilmonkii.blogspot.com/2006/04/emo-kinda-post.html' title=''/><author><name>Evil Monkii</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15052435205397544497</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8960923.post-114544374123750691</id><published>2006-04-19T19:00:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2006-04-20T00:43:21.380+10:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://spaces.msn.com/evilmonkii"&gt;http://spaces.msn.com/evilmonkii&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;go there for photos&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went shopping with the chun, scott, kat &amp;amp; jason.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;had chicken laksa for lunch. URGK. imagine hot coconut sauce and noodles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;walked around abit and got abit annoyed. (im not trying to brag about being a skinny bitch because i'm not) but FUCK. do they really have to make clothes that big? even valleygirl's clothes dont come in a size 8 anymore coz some retard watched too much biggest loser and decided the whole of australia is full of obessed pigs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;talking about pigs. We went to max brenner today. OMFGX1000 bestest bestest place ever. i went nuts. had strawberries and melted choc and then chun shouted kat and i chocolate fondue with extra strawberries. OMFG OMFG OMFG. jackson came and joined us but left with scott.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went home and slept. then cleaned like a bitch. washed the dishes, the stove and the microwave and omg. cleaned the sink and get this. THE TOILET. it was fucking disgusting. ugh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now i have to get ready to gout for dinner. toodles!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8960923-114544374123750691?l=evilmonkii.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://evilmonkii.blogspot.com/feeds/114544374123750691/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8960923&amp;postID=114544374123750691&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8960923/posts/default/114544374123750691'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8960923/posts/default/114544374123750691'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://evilmonkii.blogspot.com/2006/04/httpspaces.html' title=''/><author><name>Evil Monkii</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15052435205397544497</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8960923.post-114535956800731041</id><published>2006-04-18T21:14:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2006-04-18T21:26:08.030+10:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>firstly. mr andrew or whatever-the-hell-you-are. SHUT THE FUCK UP. you dont even know half of the story and for all your damn business, i do try. so shut up and dont assume somthing u dont know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ANYWAYS. spent yesterday calling out people that i havent spent time with in ages&lt;br /&gt;wednesday - normo's shopping + pho with jackson&lt;br /&gt;thursday - meeting up with robin&lt;br /&gt;friday- shopping with quan&lt;br /&gt;saturday - robin/michael&lt;br /&gt;sunday- blacktown with teresa and jess&lt;br /&gt;monday- family day&lt;br /&gt;tuesday- robin and i's one year. =D&lt;br /&gt;HOHOHO. arnt i popular? haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went to robin's house today because his mum made potato salad and he saved some for me. fuck! his mum is the best cook. it's like multiple orgasmns in your mouth...seriously. lol&lt;br /&gt;While i was walking home from my bustop i met this old aussie bloke. funniest guy ever. his wife died along time ago so he's lonely and really talkative. he was full bagging out wogs with me..haha. saying auburn is wog central and so will parra. he was telling me wogs come to overun the country and rape aussie girls because their own girls are too hairy for their liking. ROFL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that was my highlight of the day. haha.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8960923-114535956800731041?l=evilmonkii.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://evilmonkii.blogspot.com/feeds/114535956800731041/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8960923&amp;postID=114535956800731041&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8960923/posts/default/114535956800731041'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8960923/posts/default/114535956800731041'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://evilmonkii.blogspot.com/2006/04/firstly.html' title=''/><author><name>Evil Monkii</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15052435205397544497</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8960923.post-114527183803638126</id><published>2006-04-17T18:52:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2006-04-17T21:03:58.116+10:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i miss my friends. the girls, the normos, the honkiis, my besties, and the tc-ers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i hate reading other people's blog about them having quality time with their friends when i cant even spend time with my friends because we are so distant. it bugs me its like that..even my bestfriends seem like strangers..i miss the memories.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways enough emo shit. spent today doing nothing but eat chocolate and abit of grocery shopping. should of took up robin's offer for the family bbq.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;benson left to go back to china today, hate to admit it but the house does feel abit empty. Anyways time to clean my room and find something to do tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;toodles.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8960923-114527183803638126?l=evilmonkii.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://evilmonkii.blogspot.com/feeds/114527183803638126/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8960923&amp;postID=114527183803638126&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8960923/posts/default/114527183803638126'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8960923/posts/default/114527183803638126'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://evilmonkii.blogspot.com/2006/04/i-miss-my-friends.html' title=''/><author><name>Evil Monkii</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15052435205397544497</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8960923.post-114519260042355770</id><published>2006-04-16T22:52:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2006-04-16T23:03:20.433+10:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Woke up at 8 and cabbed it to robins house.&lt;br /&gt;went to the bondi beach with anne, gabe, bubz, and robin. cooked and shopped around for a t-shirt, magazine and bought robin a deck. the shirt was too small for my boobs so i got robin to cut it so my boobs could pop out. ahh *shows off C cup boobs*LOL we sunbaked, swam and dug holes in the sand. fun day but frozed my balls off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went back to Robins house and showered, slept till whenever and cabbed it home. You know what i hate about the beach? sand. its EVERYWHERE. in your shoes, your hair, your food, your bag and in my case,  my groin. worst place for it to be, trust me..it hurts when you walk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its weird. i never knew i will get to this stage. i am actually completely comfortable with the bf. it's hard to explain. i feel completely at home at his house..it's almost like its mine? i dont care what i do or what i wear. it's kinda scary really...i feel married.&lt;br /&gt;have no idea whether we'll make it to that stage but  i guess enjoy the moments while they last. =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8960923-114519260042355770?l=evilmonkii.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://evilmonkii.blogspot.com/feeds/114519260042355770/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8960923&amp;postID=114519260042355770&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8960923/posts/default/114519260042355770'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8960923/posts/default/114519260042355770'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://evilmonkii.blogspot.com/2006/04/woke-up-at-8-and-cabbed-it-to-robins.html' title=''/><author><name>Evil Monkii</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15052435205397544497</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8960923.post-114508873383712695</id><published>2006-04-15T17:50:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2006-04-15T18:12:13.903+10:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Went to the Easter Show with Robin yesterday.&lt;br /&gt;twas good! Haven't had a proper date with him since forever..=)&lt;br /&gt;We were there for 11 hours and did:&lt;br /&gt;- Bought a kebab with COLD OIL..was quite gross. and robin the loser kept on telling me it was hommous&lt;br /&gt;- went on the space roller. was fun..but would of pissed my pants if i needed to go&lt;br /&gt;- smelt cow, chicken, sheep and lama shit.&lt;br /&gt;- watched the fashion show. =0 some of the dresses were an orgasm to the eye. DW. my ass will be there in a few years time showing off my orgasmic designs as well&lt;br /&gt;-Robin got a bargain from a hobo...but come to think of it, how did a hobo managed to pay $30 to even get in the show?&lt;br /&gt;- played this water squirting game but the fag on lane 9 kept winning. hope your gf thinks the toys are ugly and dumps your ass. =)&lt;br /&gt;- watched the rodeo, motorbike and honda cars..lol shitted my pants at some of the stunts they did.&lt;br /&gt;-watched the fireworks and froze my ass off&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;slept over at robins house and robert (robins lil brother) walked to the station and bought everyone porkrolls. didnt realise pork rolls were so good. robin got me ready to go out (he even washed and brushed my hair! ahh..service at its best :p) and then trained it back to parra. had a kebab and went home. ITS SO COLD.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;going to jump into bed and warm myself up before my boobs fall off. i dont have any easter eggs...and its easter..talk about being a party pooper!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TOODLES!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S i dont like christians that attach themselves at you on the streets. i was at parramatta today and this lady kept on going on and on about god and whatnot. So i told her i'm buddist (not really..i'm the type of people that will probably go to hell coz i dont believe in anything). i thought once i told her im buddist she'll leave me alone and FUCK. she kept going on for about 25 mins telling me how in the 10 commandments theres a rule saying i cant believe in any other gods BUT GOD. so im like WTF? i'm so turned off christianity right now its not funny, next time those christian people walk up to me to try and convert me i'll just run for my life..or better yet. MAKE THEM run for their life.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8960923-114508873383712695?l=evilmonkii.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://evilmonkii.blogspot.com/feeds/114508873383712695/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8960923&amp;postID=114508873383712695&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8960923/posts/default/114508873383712695'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8960923/posts/default/114508873383712695'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://evilmonkii.blogspot.com/2006/04/went-to-easter-show-with-robin.html' title=''/><author><name>Evil Monkii</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15052435205397544497</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8960923.post-114490519551987507</id><published>2006-04-13T15:02:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2006-04-13T15:13:15.546+10:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>my net went goneskees because my brother's upgrading my computer. life does seem empty without the net..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[EMO SHIT]&lt;br /&gt;somtimes there is only a certain amount of shit someone can take before they explode. i think i'm pretty close to that stage. i'm trying so hard not to just go 'fuck it' and walk away but i dont think he understands...and just keeps on pushing it. somtimes i dont even want to see or talk to him because everytime i do, nothing good comes out of it. i'm either upset or angry. i dont want to break up out of impulse..but i dont wanna put up with this anymore. i havent been happy for a long time..this isnt the way its meant to be.. [END OF EMO SHIT]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So i've been shopping quite alot lately, my excuse is because ive been upset. lol..good enough for me =) i want another hangbag and probably more winter clothing..then i'll be somewhat content. heehee and who says money doesnt buy you happiness?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i've got it sorted out.&lt;br /&gt;i'll marry a really old billionaire and then 3 days later he'll die and in his will i'll get all his money and i'll become a rich bitch and marry someone i actualli like and ta da. i get the best of both worlds.. lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways. going to easter show tomorrow..i think. see you there!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8960923-114490519551987507?l=evilmonkii.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://evilmonkii.blogspot.com/feeds/114490519551987507/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8960923&amp;postID=114490519551987507&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8960923/posts/default/114490519551987507'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8960923/posts/default/114490519551987507'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://evilmonkii.blogspot.com/2006/04/my-net-went-goneskees-because-my.html' title=''/><author><name>Evil Monkii</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15052435205397544497</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8960923.post-114457775769773759</id><published>2006-04-09T20:03:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2006-04-09T20:15:57.706+10:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Had a huge fight with mum last night. dad picked up a table and threw it at the floor. i stayed at my aunty's place and mum tried to apologise..but for some reason i still can't forgive her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;while i was at my aunty's place i couldn't sleep so i stayed up thinking. i really want to forgive and forget..but i cant.. and then i thought about the boyfriend. the feeling i was feeling towards my mum is exactly the same feeling i'm feeling towards the boyfriend. i STILL can't forgive or forget about the things they've done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;as much as i love them both, there is still that barrier between us, i cant love them completely because i'm scared they'll hurt me..just like last time. i asked myself "why?" why did they hurt me and did what they did..and i realised i never knew the answer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i dont know why the boyfriend did what he did in the past. and i dont know why my mother is so keen on ruining our family..but i have to try and understand..because unless i do. i can't forgive or forget.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OK. enough emo shit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went shopping today and bought:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;black leather handbag (omigawddd!! hehe score :D)&lt;br /&gt;white top VG&lt;br /&gt;brown single top VG&lt;br /&gt;Coral 3/4 top VG&lt;br /&gt;Silver waist wrap belt SUPRE&lt;br /&gt;dream matte mousse MAYBELLINE&lt;br /&gt;beaded braclet DIVA&lt;br /&gt;beeded necklace DIVA&lt;br /&gt;black eyeliner GLOSS&lt;br /&gt;bronze bangle GLOSS&lt;br /&gt;silver hoop earings GLOSS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;spent 160-170.. what? i was in a shitty mood..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i gave my keycard to robin. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;no more spending for awhile...hehe&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8960923-114457775769773759?l=evilmonkii.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://evilmonkii.blogspot.com/feeds/114457775769773759/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8960923&amp;postID=114457775769773759&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8960923/posts/default/114457775769773759'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8960923/posts/default/114457775769773759'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://evilmonkii.blogspot.com/2006/04/had-huge-fight-with-mum-last-night.html' title=''/><author><name>Evil Monkii</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15052435205397544497</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8960923.post-114450591091375503</id><published>2006-04-09T00:03:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2006-04-09T00:18:30.980+10:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Oh shoot me. no shoot my keycard. spent $160 today..=( there goes saving a grand&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Met up with Robin and Mark at lidcombe station and went to the city.&lt;br /&gt;- had subway and Mark the girl couldn't finish his footlong&lt;br /&gt;- Went to the pub next to galaxy world. Robin has a gambling problem&lt;br /&gt;- Went shopping and the guys went crazy at cotton on, both bought like 6 shirts or somthing. SHOPAHOLIC&lt;br /&gt;- took capitol photo with robin haha we are so cool!&lt;br /&gt;- Watched Ice age 2 (funniest movie!)&lt;br /&gt;- Went market city to shop. bought Robin and myself jackets.&lt;br /&gt;- Went to darling harbour to watch chinese orchestra? (the only good part was the view and the fireworks)&lt;br /&gt;- had fish and chips for dinner&lt;br /&gt;- trained it back to lidcombe and trained it back to robins house.&lt;br /&gt;-bummed at robins house and then his dad drove me home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THE END. =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8960923-114450591091375503?l=evilmonkii.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://evilmonkii.blogspot.com/feeds/114450591091375503/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8960923&amp;postID=114450591091375503&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8960923/posts/default/114450591091375503'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8960923/posts/default/114450591091375503'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://evilmonkii.blogspot.com/2006/04/oh-shoot-me.html' title=''/><author><name>Evil Monkii</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15052435205397544497</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8960923.post-114440530196540430</id><published>2006-04-07T20:12:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2006-04-07T20:21:41.976+10:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Failed my legal studies test today. i didnt even finish the test. lol ahh fuckity. i can't be last which is comforting..sina's in my class..i'll settle for that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This week went by so fast!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think i'm going to ask robin to keep my keycard for now. I havent had my keycard for a week now or my wallet because i've left it at his house and now.. i cant spent money on nothing. this is working well..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am so unfit its not funny. haha i havent ran since 4 months ago. I was going for a jog today and made it 2 minutes out of the house. Got a stitch and retreated..lol maybe next time..haha&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8960923-114440530196540430?l=evilmonkii.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://evilmonkii.blogspot.com/feeds/114440530196540430/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8960923&amp;postID=114440530196540430&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8960923/posts/default/114440530196540430'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8960923/posts/default/114440530196540430'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://evilmonkii.blogspot.com/2006/04/failed-my-legal-studies-test-today.html' title=''/><author><name>Evil Monkii</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15052435205397544497</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8960923.post-114432243415089834</id><published>2006-04-06T21:04:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2006-04-06T21:20:34.216+10:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>a long time ago.. i avoided confrontations. if people pissed me off..i'll breathe, and let it slid. now... fucccckk offf.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its weird how i stopped letting people step over me..yet i allowed him to. well not anymore. sick of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now it comes back to her. if you have a problem with me, say it to me face because now, i have a problem with you and you know what? i will say it to your face.. i'm not a hardcore ganster bitch (although i do own flared jeans) it's just i've learnt. if you let people treat you like shit..they will always treat you like shit. and that goes for everyone, even the closest people to you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;talking about confrontations, our school had a mini cronulla riots at today. lol our fat principle walks out with her 1m high heels and black office attire..like wtf? lol how dumb can you get? the cops came and the teachers had to patrol all the streets around our school to protect james and the others from the fully sick habibs and their cars with sub woofers and doof doof. lol i'm so getting bashed. heehee!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Talking about habibs, sina is the horniest cunt i know. was in the computer room for modern history today and i was looking through sir3n's photos. Sina the idiot was behind me and all i could hear is "i'll root her"    "nah..i'll root her if she paid me"    "farr..bra i'll root her for free!". Then spent the rest of the lesson hassling me to give him numbers for girls who put out. Sina, your last name should be penetration. but anyways! any girls who want to hook up with a hairy habib who doesnt really have enough money to go to kings cross..contact me? LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Snoop dogg is coming back to aus on tuesday. YAYAYAYA. i miss that bastard...  He's shouting me lunch.. which of course means we're going to eat really expensive food that taste like shit and spend all his money.. YAH!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8960923-114432243415089834?l=evilmonkii.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://evilmonkii.blogspot.com/feeds/114432243415089834/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8960923&amp;postID=114432243415089834&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8960923/posts/default/114432243415089834'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8960923/posts/default/114432243415089834'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://evilmonkii.blogspot.com/2006/04/long-time-ago.html' title=''/><author><name>Evil Monkii</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15052435205397544497</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8960923.post-114420819101426328</id><published>2006-04-05T13:30:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2006-04-05T13:36:31.023+10:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>one day the boy told the girl he would pick her up from school and go back to her house to cook.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so the girl signed out early, bought grocerys and told her friends and got excitied.&lt;br /&gt;the girl walks out of her school looking around..no boy to be found.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;she rings him. He fucking slept in because he's being playing warcraft all night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;she gets back home and gets locked out because the boy has her keys ...so she waits till her brother gets home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;she got home. cooked for the boy expecting him to come and continued to wait although she was  pissed off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2 hours later the food gets cold, she rings the boy and the boy is still fucking at home. he tries to explain by saying someone was suppose to wake him up ALTHOUGH the girl told him the night before to set his alarm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the girl is fucking cut. she chucks the food in the garbage and swear to herself never to be so naive. never make an effort because its never appreciated.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the girl cried her ass off and learnt a lesson today. don't try.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8960923-114420819101426328?l=evilmonkii.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://evilmonkii.blogspot.com/feeds/114420819101426328/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8960923&amp;postID=114420819101426328&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8960923/posts/default/114420819101426328'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8960923/posts/default/114420819101426328'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://evilmonkii.blogspot.com/2006/04/one-day-boy-told-girl-he-would-pick.html' title=''/><author><name>Evil Monkii</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15052435205397544497</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8960923.post-114414622579308310</id><published>2006-04-04T20:13:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2006-04-04T20:30:23.986+10:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>some things just arnt worth fighting for. i'll leave it at that. i'm not the silly girl that i once use to be. i'm not going to be taken advantaged of. I'm not going to be a last resort and most importantly i'm not going to be 2nd best. so you can go fuck off and find someone that will, because..i'm out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to the coke factory today which is like across the road from me. free unlimited coke but a hell of a walk. stopped by at maccas on the way back. you know what frustrates me? dont get me wrong, i like fat people. they're cute and whatnot but fuck. some are just annoying. if you're fat. like obese fat..dont go to people "i'm fat" because you're just forcing us to be slack and agree with you. If you're obese-fat, get over feeling sorry for yourself and get those rolls on the treadmill! Don't sit in front of maccas eating a cheeseburger and state "i'm fat" because (hate to break it to you) its quite obvious you are and we arnt going to start feeling sorry for you because&lt;br /&gt;1. no on likes liars&lt;br /&gt;2. you're eating a damn cheeseburger while the girl next to you who's half your size is eating a salad..get the hint?&lt;br /&gt;thought so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I failed my 3 unit maths test. when i looked at the test two words came to my mind. "I'm fucked". oh wells, circle geometry never tickled my fancy anyways.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've noticied i have a temper problem. the slightest things can piss me off. like the stupid hairy habib who was making a joke out of mathew's death. and the little red head boy who tried to have a go at charlie and courtney. things just set me off and before i know it i'm screaming and pushing. I think my bad temper is influenced by Robin. that gangster is a dickhead with a bad temper too..hehe so if i upset you and you feel like hurting me..bash my boyfriend please. he started it :p&lt;br /&gt;kidding.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;toodles!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8960923-114414622579308310?l=evilmonkii.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://evilmonkii.blogspot.com/feeds/114414622579308310/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8960923&amp;postID=114414622579308310&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8960923/posts/default/114414622579308310'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8960923/posts/default/114414622579308310'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://evilmonkii.blogspot.com/2006/04/some-things-just-arnt-worth-fighting.html' title=''/><author><name>Evil Monkii</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15052435205397544497</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8960923.post-114406127858282244</id><published>2006-04-03T20:37:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2006-04-03T20:47:59.206+10:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'm learning to cook. hehe! this weeks menu is frozen lasagne and nachos!&lt;br /&gt;and then when i have enough balls i'll try make what the boyfriends mum made last sunday. rissoles, mash potato AND vegies. pwhoar..i'm cool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went grocery shopping with the father today. He's so frustrating. what grown adult enters a supermarket and goes straight to the fridge and insists on buying 2 boxes of ice cream?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Going to have an early night tonight. have to learn to live life without coffee.. =(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp; for once..since a long ass time i'm smiling because i'm optimistic about him and i.  maybe he was right..we will get better.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8960923-114406127858282244?l=evilmonkii.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://evilmonkii.blogspot.com/feeds/114406127858282244/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8960923&amp;postID=114406127858282244&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8960923/posts/default/114406127858282244'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8960923/posts/default/114406127858282244'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://evilmonkii.blogspot.com/2006/04/im-learning-to-cook.html' title=''/><author><name>Evil Monkii</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15052435205397544497</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8960923.post-114398203622656981</id><published>2006-04-02T22:39:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2006-04-02T22:47:16.240+10:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>woke up early &amp;  dad dropped me off to Parra. trained and then cabbed it to the bfs place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SLEPT. lol and then his mum cooked lunch. YUMMMM..lol she sooo kicks jamie olivers ass.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bought iceream and chips. watched mulan one and two. =( cried. watched futurama and everyone hates chris and then robin's mum dropped me home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we didnt fight today! WOOT. things are getting better and i felt it again! yah yah yah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm going to learn how to cook. on saturday there was no frozen food to cook so i had to live on peanut butter&amp; jelly sandwiches, maltesers, tim tams and smarties. the cooking skill i have for this age can'e be normal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well off to study and then some much needed sleep. toodles!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8960923-114398203622656981?l=evilmonkii.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://evilmonkii.blogspot.com/feeds/114398203622656981/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8960923&amp;postID=114398203622656981&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8960923/posts/default/114398203622656981'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8960923/posts/default/114398203622656981'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://evilmonkii.blogspot.com/2006/04/woke-up-early-dad-dropped-me-off-to.html' title=''/><author><name>Evil Monkii</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15052435205397544497</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8960923.post-114388290111807696</id><published>2006-04-01T20:03:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2006-04-01T20:15:01.126+11:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Its cold! i just spent the whole day watching romantic movies in my long pjs with popcorn and tim tams.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so much work to be done and ive had two days to do it but i've done jackall. i give procrastination a new meaning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this is the first saturday i've spent at home since..i cant remember.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;gah. oh and next week i shall not jig..unless its for sport. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i crave pho. AND i better get some tomorrow..or i'm going to be an aggro bitch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=) toodles.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8960923-114388290111807696?l=evilmonkii.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://evilmonkii.blogspot.com/feeds/114388290111807696/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8960923&amp;postID=114388290111807696&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8960923/posts/default/114388290111807696'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8960923/posts/default/114388290111807696'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://evilmonkii.blogspot.com/2006/04/its-cold-i-just-spent-whole-day.html' title=''/><author><name>Evil Monkii</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15052435205397544497</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8960923.post-114380726803893791</id><published>2006-03-31T23:09:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2006-03-31T23:14:28.050+11:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>fuckity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my parents are screaming their asses off at each other.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the mother thinks i'm a party animal who has too much freedom while my father believes my mum is too strict on me and should let me have some freedom, otherwise things will just get worse.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;who is right? the father.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;fuck. how dumb is she. she thinks i have too much freedom? DAMN that woman keeps on comparing me to my bloody 13 year old cousin. "oh teresa never goes over her friends house and sleep over every week" fuck you! she's fucking 13, i'm not her dammit.&lt;br /&gt;(yes i am aggro)&lt;br /&gt;the more she restricts me...the more i rebel. simple rules of being a teenager. her restrictions dont stop me from doing what i want to do, they just stop me from telling her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you brought this on to yourself. if i walk out and only talk to dad..you'll know why. COZ UR TOO FUCKING STUBBORN BITCH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;gonna go have a drink with dad. fuck..at least someone understands.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8960923-114380726803893791?l=evilmonkii.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://evilmonkii.blogspot.com/feeds/114380726803893791/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8960923&amp;postID=114380726803893791&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8960923/posts/default/114380726803893791'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8960923/posts/default/114380726803893791'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://evilmonkii.blogspot.com/2006/03/fuckity.html' title=''/><author><name>Evil Monkii</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15052435205397544497</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8960923.post-114380343948944317</id><published>2006-03-31T21:59:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2006-03-31T22:10:39.503+11:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Didn't go to school today. went to see the docters instead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mm.. i cbb anymore. mainly because he can't be fucked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i realised..why should i constantly ring him when he doesnt even give me the time of day. I'm avoiding him because i dont want to be a clingy bitch.&lt;br /&gt;although he says he misses me. its hard to believe when his actions don't show it. oh wells. time apart might be good for us. lol i cant even remember how he looks like because it seems so long since i last saw him. lol. i dont even know if i...yeh hm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm off. toodles&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8960923-114380343948944317?l=evilmonkii.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://evilmonkii.blogspot.com/feeds/114380343948944317/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8960923&amp;postID=114380343948944317&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8960923/posts/default/114380343948944317'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8960923/posts/default/114380343948944317'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://evilmonkii.blogspot.com/2006/03/didnt-go-to-school-today_31.html' title=''/><author><name>Evil Monkii</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15052435205397544497</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8960923.post-114372282587288563</id><published>2006-03-30T23:34:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2006-03-30T23:47:05.896+11:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Went to parra today after school and got my hair chemically straighten. It was an act on impulse thing. except..this act on impulse thing has cost me $250 =(&lt;br /&gt;Well thats another thing ticked off my wishlist.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;here's an update for all the people that care.&lt;br /&gt;perfume - done.&lt;br /&gt;mid 60's housewife top - done.&lt;br /&gt;black supre prostitute top -done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;BIG brown leather handbag&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chemically straighten hair -done&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;brazillian &lt;/strong&gt;- (shall be done on saturday though!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Robin's one year pressie&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;winter wardrobe &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;lingere&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i noticied somthing. i really can't be fucked.&lt;br /&gt;i cbf to ring him to check where he is. what he's doing&lt;br /&gt;i cbf to stay up and have 'romantic quality time' talks&lt;br /&gt;i cbf to even to get my ass out anytime soon to see him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm so unattached to him its scary.. *plays independant woman*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hehe i think i just realised there is more to life than bfs. lol now i finally know how he feels. attachment is gay/unhealthy and stupid. attached girls will get hurt and...attached? LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;shall never attached yourself to anything! words from the wise one :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ANYWAYS. byebye!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8960923-114372282587288563?l=evilmonkii.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://evilmonkii.blogspot.com/feeds/114372282587288563/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8960923&amp;postID=114372282587288563&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8960923/posts/default/114372282587288563'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8960923/posts/default/114372282587288563'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://evilmonkii.blogspot.com/2006/03/went-to-parra-today-after-school-and.html' title=''/><author><name>Evil Monkii</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15052435205397544497</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8960923.post-114363906605851899</id><published>2006-03-30T00:19:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2006-03-30T15:06:17.360+11:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>entry deleted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;whatever will be. will be&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8960923-114363906605851899?l=evilmonkii.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://evilmonkii.blogspot.com/feeds/114363906605851899/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8960923&amp;postID=114363906605851899&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8960923/posts/default/114363906605851899'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8960923/posts/default/114363906605851899'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://evilmonkii.blogspot.com/2006/03/entry-deleted.html' title=''/><author><name>Evil Monkii</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15052435205397544497</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8960923.post-114361608151361575</id><published>2006-03-29T17:53:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2006-03-29T18:41:49.556+11:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i'm chicken shit. no seriously, i am.&lt;br /&gt;i dont have enough balls to see the docter. lol. i've been running away from him two days in a row. I'll tell myself i'll go..but after last time and the fact that i hate docters already, 'maybe-tomorrow' always seems more inviting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need to go out more often and look pretty. I haven't tried to look pretty since...yeah, you get the idea. I don't even put make up on anymore, nor brush my hair. I guess its a 'natural' look.. well that's my excuse anyways.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another thing that's making me an agro bitch is money. I'm surprising robin for our one year anniversary = 400-500. I want to get my hair done = 200.  i NEED to go on a (winter clothes) shopping spree = 300. AND i need money to go out, buy alcholol, and showbags because its EASTER!.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;fuckity. did i mention i only have 870 in my bank? =(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8960923-114361608151361575?l=evilmonkii.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://evilmonkii.blogspot.com/feeds/114361608151361575/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8960923&amp;postID=114361608151361575&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8960923/posts/default/114361608151361575'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8960923/posts/default/114361608151361575'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://evilmonkii.blogspot.com/2006/03/im-chicken-shit.html' title=''/><author><name>Evil Monkii</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15052435205397544497</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8960923.post-114354613168672410</id><published>2006-03-28T22:35:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2006-03-28T22:44:31.250+11:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>we're going to try. and thats all that matters 0=)&lt;br /&gt;our friendship is too much to just throw it away like that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i miss those times..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Went to Berala. Did a whole lot of nothing, which was good 0=). Had Maccas for lunch and COULD YOU BELIEVE IT?! They didnt have a toy for my Mc Happy Meal. They tried to give me cookies as a consultation. I DONT WANT NO COOKIES! i can make better cookies than You! (no not really, my cookies give u diabetes BUT NOT LIKE MACCAS dont give u heart diseases and fat hips?!) Maccas is rorted. Mc HAPPY meal was suppose to make me happy, instead i ate a quater of the food and gave the rest to the needy bin. *hmph* Anyways, played on the swings while someone was trying to give me a heart attack and a half by walking in front of me and whatnot. Just asking for an accident i tell ya HeeHee,Bobbin trained it with me back to Parra. Spanks a thousand =) "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Met up with Bobbin for lunch. Had Maccas Again so i can collect my Little Doggies 3 Accomplished 13 to go. Stupid Bobbin starts teasing me about them because i went for the dogs before my food"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Went to the show, It was fun. Met up with Bobbin, Mark and their friends. This dance party at the easter show was DEAD. haha, so stupid."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Went to bed around 5-6 ish and slept in.=P so had to postpone meeting up with Bobbin later. Dad drove me to parra then trained it to lidcombe. Met up with bobbin, went to park and then eat Pho. '' WHY must they give you such a large bowl?! Makes me feel bad for not finishing it. Maybe they should introduce sizes into the menu. After One year and 3 months, i am attached again 0=).. Yawns* i want sleep..and i miss my Butthead *sooks*"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8960923-114354613168672410?l=evilmonkii.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://evilmonkii.blogspot.com/feeds/114354613168672410/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8960923&amp;postID=114354613168672410&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8960923/posts/default/114354613168672410'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8960923/posts/default/114354613168672410'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://evilmonkii.blogspot.com/2006/03/were-going-to-try.html' title=''/><author><name>Evil Monkii</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15052435205397544497</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8960923.post-114353787618670452</id><published>2006-03-28T20:08:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2006-03-28T20:24:36.216+11:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>my immune system went goneskees. why? coz i'm fucking sick again. and when i'm sick most people give me their advice on what i have..and usually its the worst case scenario.&lt;br /&gt;so far i've been told i might be&lt;br /&gt;a) pregnant&lt;br /&gt;b) miscarriage&lt;br /&gt;c) hemorroids (oh pulease. i think i would know if there's somthing dangling outta my ass..)&lt;br /&gt;d) internal bleeding. (my 23 year old brother came up with this)&lt;br /&gt;e) all of the above.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i make shitty coffee. no really i do. maybe ill marry someone that owns starbucks or gloria jeans.. mm..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i want to marry an asian. (unless he's another race but incredibly hot and will make my babies sexy). He can't have those small asian eyes with no folds at the eyelid because that's just ugly and it'll probably make my babies ugly. He's got to have big eyes and straight hair because my hair is nautrally curly and i want my babies to have a chance of straight hair because naturally curly hair is just a pain up the ass. He's also got to be bigger than me with muscles so i can be like "don't mess with me or my husbands gonna shank ya!"..and also big muscles means he can give my babies piggyback rides without dying. did i mention..i'm not even that keen on babies? hehe&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8960923-114353787618670452?l=evilmonkii.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://evilmonkii.blogspot.com/feeds/114353787618670452/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8960923&amp;postID=114353787618670452&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8960923/posts/default/114353787618670452'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8960923/posts/default/114353787618670452'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://evilmonkii.blogspot.com/2006/03/my-immune-system-went-goneskees.html' title=''/><author><name>Evil Monkii</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15052435205397544497</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8960923.post-114338500870593911</id><published>2006-03-27T01:40:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2006-03-27T01:56:48.763+11:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>8 Firsts...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First Boyfriend: simon ye. HA&lt;br /&gt;First Kiss: gabe? jess?&lt;br /&gt;First Screen Name: funky girl or somthing? shutup, i was in year 3&lt;br /&gt;First Pet: goldfishes and i cried for like a week when they died&lt;br /&gt;First Piercing: year 3, my ears&lt;br /&gt;First Crush: in kindigarten, david king!&lt;br /&gt;First Music: spice girls! baby spice was my fav. LOL&lt;br /&gt;First Car: meant to be sharing one with my bro. BUT i didnt choose it..i swear! silver toyota corolla 2005 model?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; 7 Lasts...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last Cigarette: today. BUT i'm quitting&lt;br /&gt;alcoholic beverage: vodka..last sat?&lt;br /&gt;Last Car Ride: erm, to school no friday?&lt;br /&gt;Kiss: uh..last wednesday with robin&lt;br /&gt;Last Movie Seen: king kong with michael + friends. shit movie and the couple next to me kept on making saliva kissing noises&lt;br /&gt;Phone Call: robin, tonight&lt;br /&gt;Last CD Played: kelly clarkson&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6 Have You Evers...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have You Ever Dated One Of Your Best Friends: nope. not intending to either..*looks at quan :p*&lt;br /&gt;Have You Ever Broken the Law: mmhmm&lt;br /&gt;You Ever Been Arrested: nope.&lt;br /&gt;Have You Ever Skinny Dipped: not yet&lt;br /&gt;Have You Ever Been on TV: think so?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5 Things...&lt;br /&gt;5 Things You're Wearing: pj pants, yellow t-shirt, underwear, tampon, bracelet&lt;br /&gt;5 Things You've Done Today: smoked, ate, cried, slept and cleaned!&lt;br /&gt;Things You Can't Live Without: money, family, water, toilet paper, lollies&lt;br /&gt;5 Places You've Been to: China, Hongkong, Canberra, Parramatta westfield, mac donalds&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4 favorite things In NO Order...1. family 2. friends 3. money 4. robin&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3 People You Can Tell *Almost* Anything To...1. Quan 2. Robin 3. Jess&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2 Choices...1. Black or White: white 2. Hot or Cold: hot&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1 Thing You Want to Do Before you die...1. get married and squirt a lil girl out of me =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8960923-114338500870593911?l=evilmonkii.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://evilmonkii.blogspot.com/feeds/114338500870593911/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8960923&amp;postID=114338500870593911&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8960923/posts/default/114338500870593911'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8960923/posts/default/114338500870593911'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://evilmonkii.blogspot.com/2006/03/8-firsts.html' title=''/><author><name>Evil Monkii</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15052435205397544497</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8960923.post-114336463463147721</id><published>2006-03-26T20:09:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2006-03-26T20:17:14.640+11:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Saturday was a dayout with my cousins. Spent the day at blacktown yumcha, and shopped. Went to parra for dinner at like 10..stayed there till 12. shitty food, was worried about robin and was hella tired.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunday was spent sleeping and procrastinating. Got called out by jess and went to visit quan but no one was home.? Walked around and bought drink &amp; wedges. Reminisced and chatted, u can do it hun =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I told mark i smoked today. I didnt realise what a dickhead i was till now. ALL that time i've been annoyed at dad for smoking..wished robin would stop..now look at me now? Have no fucking idea how i let myself get into such a stupid habit but i'm going to stop. damn right.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8960923-114336463463147721?l=evilmonkii.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://evilmonkii.blogspot.com/feeds/114336463463147721/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8960923&amp;postID=114336463463147721&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8960923/posts/default/114336463463147721'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8960923/posts/default/114336463463147721'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://evilmonkii.blogspot.com/2006/03/saturday-was-dayout-with-my-cousins.html' title=''/><author><name>Evil Monkii</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15052435205397544497</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8960923.post-114320352164612547</id><published>2006-03-24T23:27:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2006-03-24T23:32:01.656+11:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>fact 1:&lt;br /&gt;no such thing as what you put in, is what you get out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;fact 2:&lt;br /&gt;i'm pms-ing and i need someone to spoil me with affection and chocolate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;fact 3:&lt;br /&gt;98% of teenage males are unfaithful to their gfs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;fact 4:&lt;br /&gt;Girls get more sex than guys. (hahaha take that testicles! )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;fact 5:&lt;br /&gt;i'm not happy. hmph &gt;= ..or i'm a demanding gf/person.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8960923-114320352164612547?l=evilmonkii.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://evilmonkii.blogspot.com/feeds/114320352164612547/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8960923&amp;postID=114320352164612547&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8960923/posts/default/114320352164612547'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8960923/posts/default/114320352164612547'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://evilmonkii.blogspot.com/2006/03/fact-1-no-such-thing-as-what-you-put.html' title=''/><author><name>Evil Monkii</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15052435205397544497</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8960923.post-114318212733409359</id><published>2006-03-24T17:19:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2006-03-24T17:35:27.360+11:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>didn't go to school today.&lt;br /&gt;well..i did but i went for for like 10 minutes and walked out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;fuckity.&lt;br /&gt;i have no money.&lt;br /&gt;theres so many things i want to do..but i have NEARLY a grand in my bank.&lt;br /&gt;see..&lt;strong&gt;nearly&lt;/strong&gt;. fuckity..i'm so close to my goal. i think i'm going to give my bank card to robin since i only see him like once  a week. SO that means..i wont splurge for a week since i can't take money out whenever i feel like shopping. hohoho.. that's the way =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;things don't feel right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;toodles :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8960923-114318212733409359?l=evilmonkii.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://evilmonkii.blogspot.com/feeds/114318212733409359/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8960923&amp;postID=114318212733409359&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8960923/posts/default/114318212733409359'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8960923/posts/default/114318212733409359'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://evilmonkii.blogspot.com/2006/03/didnt-go-to-school-today.html' title=''/><author><name>Evil Monkii</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15052435205397544497</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8960923.post-114309546977441105</id><published>2006-03-23T15:01:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2006-03-23T17:31:09.823+11:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I've calmed down abit now. no more sneaking out and drinking :D&lt;br /&gt;..well not this weekend anyways. =) spending some time with robin on saturday. 11 months :D&lt;br /&gt;and then sunday should be wisely used on studying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;fuckity. have to go to the hotel near hyde park to meet up with benson's friend. fuckityx1000. i'm sleepy + pms-y. =(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8960923-114309546977441105?l=evilmonkii.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://evilmonkii.blogspot.com/feeds/114309546977441105/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8960923&amp;postID=114309546977441105&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8960923/posts/default/114309546977441105'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8960923/posts/default/114309546977441105'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://evilmonkii.blogspot.com/2006/03/ive-calmed-down-abit-now.html' title=''/><author><name>Evil Monkii</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15052435205397544497</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8960923.post-114301696323371117</id><published>2006-03-22T19:35:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2006-03-22T19:42:43.866+11:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>left school at 12. went home and slept. Robin came over and we ordered pizza. yum :d&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm tired =( time to nap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;quan's going to kill me &gt;&lt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8960923-114301696323371117?l=evilmonkii.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://evilmonkii.blogspot.com/feeds/114301696323371117/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8960923&amp;postID=114301696323371117&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8960923/posts/default/114301696323371117'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8960923/posts/default/114301696323371117'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://evilmonkii.blogspot.com/2006/03/left-school-at-12.html' title=''/><author><name>Evil Monkii</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15052435205397544497</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8960923.post-114293377696399757</id><published>2006-03-21T20:33:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2006-03-21T20:36:16.973+11:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>We've talked about it and its solved.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but i can't help but cry..because although we say we'll still be here for each other. the fact is..we probably wont ever be as close as we use to be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Feels like a break up..but instead i've been in this relationship for 8 years.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8960923-114293377696399757?l=evilmonkii.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://evilmonkii.blogspot.com/feeds/114293377696399757/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8960923&amp;postID=114293377696399757&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8960923/posts/default/114293377696399757'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8960923/posts/default/114293377696399757'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://evilmonkii.blogspot.com/2006/03/weve-talked-about-it-and-its-solved.html' title=''/><author><name>Evil Monkii</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15052435205397544497</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8960923.post-114293151181832521</id><published>2006-03-21T19:45:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2006-03-21T19:58:34.690+11:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Went to the docters =( not cool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Met up with tim, andy and john for lunch &amp; coffee. they had to literally drag me to the docters. &gt;&lt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I won a donkey from the soft toy-claw-machines.. so proud of myself =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bought a top from VG. its so 60's midwife!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;alot of stuff has been happening and i suppose things between the bf arnt helping. I asked for some space.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;these few days i'm going to try pick myself up again, especially schoolwise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She told me somthing today. really shocked and a tad dissapointed. throughout the 5 years we've been bestfriends.. she has always been the first person to know anything about me &amp; vice versa. things have changed. feels like someone who's been my other twin just turned into a stranger.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;everyone has a wall to lean on? today i asked myself..'where's mine?'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hehe. oops turned into a emo post :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ANYWAYS.&lt;br /&gt;toodles!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8960923-114293151181832521?l=evilmonkii.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://evilmonkii.blogspot.com/feeds/114293151181832521/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8960923&amp;postID=114293151181832521&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8960923/posts/default/114293151181832521'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8960923/posts/default/114293151181832521'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://evilmonkii.blogspot.com/2006/03/went-to-docters-not-cool.html' title=''/><author><name>Evil Monkii</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15052435205397544497</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8960923.post-114291224814072555</id><published>2006-03-21T14:33:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2006-03-21T14:37:28.150+11:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>DAMN. bf's suck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you want them to see the docs with you..they sleep.&lt;br /&gt;When you want them to come over..their still sleeping.&lt;br /&gt;and they say "i miss u"&lt;br /&gt;IF U MISSED ME YOU'LL MAKE AN EFFORT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;fuck. i'm pissed off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i hate how they say maybe. just say no if you can't be fucked. don't get people hopes up. DON'T MAKE ME FUCKING WAIT FOR 2 AND A HALF HOURS FOR NOTHING.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wish i didnt fucking care. fuck. i know this is pms..but doesnt make me any less pissed off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THIS IS WHY I WANT TO LEARN NOT TO RELY ON YOU. coz i fucking can't!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GRRRRR..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8960923-114291224814072555?l=evilmonkii.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://evilmonkii.blogspot.com/feeds/114291224814072555/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8960923&amp;postID=114291224814072555&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8960923/posts/default/114291224814072555'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8960923/posts/default/114291224814072555'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://evilmonkii.blogspot.com/2006/03/damn.html' title=''/><author><name>Evil Monkii</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15052435205397544497</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8960923.post-114284027092908808</id><published>2006-03-20T18:36:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2006-03-20T18:37:50.940+11:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>today i woke up and realised i'm not living in reality. this can't go on forever.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8960923-114284027092908808?l=evilmonkii.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://evilmonkii.blogspot.com/feeds/114284027092908808/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8960923&amp;postID=114284027092908808&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8960923/posts/default/114284027092908808'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8960923/posts/default/114284027092908808'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://evilmonkii.blogspot.com/2006/03/today-i-woke-up-and-realised-im-not.html' title=''/><author><name>Evil Monkii</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15052435205397544497</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8960923.post-114272867541962390</id><published>2006-03-19T11:26:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2006-03-19T11:37:55.433+11:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>=) i love weekends..hehe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Snuck out on Friday night at 2am. Went to Robin's house with food. Got drunk and slept over. Slept with ash and Robin. Ash couldnt fall asleep so he kept nudging me and then an hr later he decided he slept enough and wanted me to go outside and play with him. It was 6 in the morning!! i told him to go back to sleep and he cried for 2 hours ......while robin kept sleeping. =( i never want kids..ever.lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;woke up and ate pho, robin got a haircut and then dropped by Dez and Ralph's house. Played bullshit with robin (i loss) and drank half a bottle of vodka. lol..Robin took me home at like 11. Went home all drunk and fell all over the place but the funny thing is..no one could tell. lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Abit dizzy now but no hangover. (woot!).. i crave pho..=(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today was the day i got shit scared when i met up with this guy. he looked scary as hell and when my friends asked me "will you ever go out with him?" i replied with "nahh..he's not my type. too scary" lol a year later this scary guy has turned into my bf of nearly 11 months. funny how things work out. LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;toodles!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8960923-114272867541962390?l=evilmonkii.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://evilmonkii.blogspot.com/feeds/114272867541962390/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8960923&amp;postID=114272867541962390&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8960923/posts/default/114272867541962390'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8960923/posts/default/114272867541962390'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://evilmonkii.blogspot.com/2006/03/i-love-weekends.html' title=''/><author><name>Evil Monkii</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15052435205397544497</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8960923.post-114259430092207993</id><published>2006-03-17T22:15:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2006-03-17T22:18:20.930+11:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Had a pretty shitty boring day until bec called me out to go drinking with charlie. walked around egging this persons house and bec was off her face. ROFL. the bitch tried to pick up some ugly wog..and wanted to walk in the middle of the road. lol..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just had a fight with the dear mother. she called me a slut..&gt;= and just for that..i'm going to sneak out to the boyfriends house. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gonna party my ass off this weekend..hehe because i deserve it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8960923-114259430092207993?l=evilmonkii.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://evilmonkii.blogspot.com/feeds/114259430092207993/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8960923&amp;postID=114259430092207993&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8960923/posts/default/114259430092207993'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8960923/posts/default/114259430092207993'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://evilmonkii.blogspot.com/2006/03/had-pretty-shitty-boring-day-until-bec.html' title=''/><author><name>Evil Monkii</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15052435205397544497</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8960923.post-114250328341432929</id><published>2006-03-16T20:44:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2006-03-16T21:03:52.696+11:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I changed the blog layout! This one isnt as boring as the last..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My boobs are growing and my ass is shrinking. I need to go underwear shopping soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quan and i were being black-wannabes in maths today. We had a rap battle..naturally i won =D. hohoho i'm so ghetto.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm bored of everything. hurry up and fast forward to the weekend. i want to get smash and do somthing stupid. yah =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I noticied somthing, the more your parents restrict you, the more bad shit you want to do. AHh..the principles of being young. I might as well party hard when my boobs are still upright and my skin looks tight?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8960923-114250328341432929?l=evilmonkii.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://evilmonkii.blogspot.com/feeds/114250328341432929/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8960923&amp;postID=114250328341432929&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8960923/posts/default/114250328341432929'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8960923/posts/default/114250328341432929'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://evilmonkii.blogspot.com/2006/03/i-changed-blog-layout-this-one-isnt-as.html' title=''/><author><name>Evil Monkii</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15052435205397544497</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8960923.post-114240923644343804</id><published>2006-03-15T17:53:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2006-03-15T20:04:47.676+11:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>wow. i lost it. i can't remember how it feels or how to start feeling it. The almighty feeling of having you're heart stop and get this weird feeling in your stomach, the feeling that make girls giggle, tell the world they can feel it and do absolutely anything and everything for it. I dont have it anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ANYWAYS moving along.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was sitting in front of the tv tonight, watching fat simpsons with a bowel of ice cream..as you do.. and my home phone rings. SO&lt;br /&gt;i had to put my ice cream to the side (RISK IT MELTING!!)&lt;br /&gt;get up and walk to the phone to answer it&lt;br /&gt;and then this person who had a really weird indian/asian/retard-land accent spoke REALLY slowly claiming her name was Zac .I intially thought it was a prank and laughed my ass off when i heard her talk then ..fuck. i hear her say the word 'trendwest' and realises its actually a company. LOL i felt so rude. BUT FUCK i was pissed off by then, i dont mind telemarketers who can speak english because i can tell them nicely to piss off but this one? GAH the dumb bitch didnt understand what was "i'm sorry..i'm not interested" so after trying 5 times i hung up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;fmd. telemarkets who can't speak english are like a 210kg ugly stripper..IT DOESNT WORK!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8960923-114240923644343804?l=evilmonkii.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://evilmonkii.blogspot.com/feeds/114240923644343804/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8960923&amp;postID=114240923644343804&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8960923/posts/default/114240923644343804'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8960923/posts/default/114240923644343804'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://evilmonkii.blogspot.com/2006/03/wow.html' title=''/><author><name>Evil Monkii</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15052435205397544497</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8960923.post-114232444963580031</id><published>2006-03-14T18:50:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2006-03-14T19:20:49.680+11:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'm trying to work my ass off during the week so i can go out on the weekend and party hard =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Met up with jono n his friends at Parra today. (sorry 4 being late) shouted jono and michael coffee and then jono helped me with 3u maths.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jono is trying to smarten me up! he's aiming to make me get 100% in my 3u exam. lol..that boy is dreaming :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wow..i feel like such a n3Rd!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i want to party hard this weekend. i want to go fishing in the middle of the night..i've never been..dammit someone take me fishing!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;toodles.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8960923-114232444963580031?l=evilmonkii.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://evilmonkii.blogspot.com/feeds/114232444963580031/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8960923&amp;postID=114232444963580031&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8960923/posts/default/114232444963580031'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8960923/posts/default/114232444963580031'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://evilmonkii.blogspot.com/2006/03/im-trying-to-work-my-ass-off-during.html' title=''/><author><name>Evil Monkii</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15052435205397544497</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8960923.post-114223556376986279</id><published>2006-03-13T18:30:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2006-03-13T18:39:23.780+11:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I dont give a flying fuck. This weekend I AM GOING TO HAVE FUNX1000 without school work. fuckity, gonna kick homework's ass this week so i can get drunk and spend alot of money this weekend. yes..that's the way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mum has the mc shits with my cousin atm because he calls people on their mobiles for like hours and people from china and whatnot. LOL our phone bill this time was nearly a grand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dad tried to teach me how to work a car today and i figured out somthing. I'm so short..that i cant see from behind when i reverse. I had to sit on a stupid cushion until dad realised we can adjust the seat higher. I dont want to have to keep adjusting seats everytime my brother and i share our car which is more the reason for me to get a new one since i never wanted the one we have now anyways.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok. fuck..i shouldn't of blogged. Now i'm in a i-cant-be-bothered mood. &gt;&lt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;toodles&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8960923-114223556376986279?l=evilmonkii.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://evilmonkii.blogspot.com/feeds/114223556376986279/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8960923&amp;postID=114223556376986279&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8960923/posts/default/114223556376986279'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8960923/posts/default/114223556376986279'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://evilmonkii.blogspot.com/2006/03/i-dont-give-flying-fuck.html' title=''/><author><name>Evil Monkii</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15052435205397544497</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8960923.post-114207729778229677</id><published>2006-03-11T22:33:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2006-03-11T22:41:37.793+11:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>HohoHo. I'm such a rebel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Snuck out on friday night and caught a cab to Ralph's place. Drank a few shots of vodka and then caught a cab home (bf home..same thing). Slept over and bummed at his place. Tried to wake the lazy ass up but he wouldnt budge so i went and bought lebenese pizza. After the loser saw food he woke up. lol bummed around and then his mum drove me home. Had a nice chat with his mum and TA DA. i just finished phoning with jess the fat bitch and now i'm tired.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I dont understand why people wear their sunnies on the back of their head. It can't be stylish because i think it looks utterly retarded..maybe someone just needs to remind them that their eyes are on their face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;talking about stupidity, Courtney and I had a convo the other day&lt;br /&gt;Wendii: Apprantly they are moving some companies in the city to parra&lt;br /&gt;Courtney: like what companies?&lt;br /&gt;Wendii: Sydney water..&lt;br /&gt;Courtney has a confused face&lt;br /&gt;Courtney: Why the hell would they do that? there is no water in parra!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOL. ahh..my dear dumb ass..haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;toodles&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8960923-114207729778229677?l=evilmonkii.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://evilmonkii.blogspot.com/feeds/114207729778229677/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8960923&amp;postID=114207729778229677&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8960923/posts/default/114207729778229677'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8960923/posts/default/114207729778229677'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://evilmonkii.blogspot.com/2006/03/hohoho.html' title=''/><author><name>Evil Monkii</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15052435205397544497</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8960923.post-114189296318306387</id><published>2006-03-09T19:26:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2006-03-09T19:29:23.193+11:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'm sick and this is the last thing i need.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;he just left me there. saw a side of him i've never seen before. two tall dark guys stood either side of me. i was scared shitless but i had to call jackson and ask him to stay on the phone with me till i got on the bus because he 'didnt' feel like answering.&lt;br /&gt;fuck i'm cut. Rather not think about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a happier note i bought the black top from supre. yah!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8960923-114189296318306387?l=evilmonkii.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://evilmonkii.blogspot.com/feeds/114189296318306387/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8960923&amp;postID=114189296318306387&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8960923/posts/default/114189296318306387'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8960923/posts/default/114189296318306387'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://evilmonkii.blogspot.com/2006/03/im-sick-and-this-is-last-thing-i-need.html' title=''/><author><name>Evil Monkii</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15052435205397544497</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8960923.post-114182657536828235</id><published>2006-03-09T00:59:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2006-03-09T01:02:55.376+11:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>hate fights&lt;br /&gt;hate grudges&lt;br /&gt;hate pms&lt;br /&gt;hate lack of sleep&lt;br /&gt;hate wow&lt;br /&gt;hate rags&lt;br /&gt;hate annoying randomn guys&lt;br /&gt;hate stomach cramps&lt;br /&gt;hate functions&lt;br /&gt;hate this&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8960923-114182657536828235?l=evilmonkii.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://evilmonkii.blogspot.com/feeds/114182657536828235/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8960923&amp;postID=114182657536828235&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8960923/posts/default/114182657536828235'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8960923/posts/default/114182657536828235'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://evilmonkii.blogspot.com/2006/03/hate-fights-hate-grudges-hate-pms-hate.html' title=''/><author><name>Evil Monkii</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15052435205397544497</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8960923.post-114181047526119173</id><published>2006-03-08T20:26:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2006-03-08T20:39:37.596+11:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Wendy's wardrobe wishlist&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Cowboy boots ($$)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Black supre singlet ($30)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/124/633/1600/17422.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 147px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 163px" height="225" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/124/633/320/17422.jpg" width="172" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Coral thin Cardigan ($$)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- White supre tie jacket ($45)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/124/633/1600/17432.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 159px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 157px" height="201" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/124/633/320/17432.jpg" width="184" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Black and White supre dress ($35)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/124/633/1600/17441.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 231px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 257px" height="161" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/124/633/320/17441.jpg" width="232" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Winter is coming up! scarfs, boots, woollen knits! AHH..can't wait. i have a feeling..the 970 in my bank account wont last me =(...can i borrow someone ele's credit card?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;toodles&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8960923-114181047526119173?l=evilmonkii.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://evilmonkii.blogspot.com/feeds/114181047526119173/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8960923&amp;postID=114181047526119173&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8960923/posts/default/114181047526119173'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8960923/posts/default/114181047526119173'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://evilmonkii.blogspot.com/2006/03/wendys-wardrobe-wishlist-cowboy-boots.html' title=''/><author><name>Evil Monkii</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15052435205397544497</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8960923.post-114173697390166619</id><published>2006-03-08T00:06:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2006-03-08T00:09:33.910+11:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>heres a maths equation for you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8-9 hrs school day-minus lunch+ working at lunch + heat + rags +pms +sleepy SLEEPY wendy = a bitch in a bad mood.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today was a BAD day. so bad i managed to finish a packet of tim tams to make me feel better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;something is wrong with me. i rejected courtney on an offer to go shopping tomorrow because of hwk. =( someone please reassure me that i'm sane.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;toodles&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8960923-114173697390166619?l=evilmonkii.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://evilmonkii.blogspot.com/feeds/114173697390166619/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8960923&amp;postID=114173697390166619&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8960923/posts/default/114173697390166619'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8960923/posts/default/114173697390166619'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://evilmonkii.blogspot.com/2006/03/heres-maths-equation-for-you-8-9-hrs.html' title=''/><author><name>Evil Monkii</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15052435205397544497</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8960923.post-114164506157373403</id><published>2006-03-06T22:30:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2006-03-06T22:37:43.023+11:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'm not ready to forgive and forget.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm too scared to touch the toy he gave me.&lt;br /&gt;i'm too scared to wear the jacket he bought me.&lt;br /&gt;i'm too scared to put up the drawing he drew me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;as emo and frustraing as i sound. i'm just too fucking scared.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;especially seeing a friend trying to cheat on another friend. hearing about how a friend get dumped after 2 years and and a month of being together. Seeing how relationships can fuck people up...i dont want to be a victim again..and again like last time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't love unless your prepared to get hurt?..the thing is..im starting to love but still not prepared to get hurt. but then again..will i ever be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sorry, emo post. i'll sit in my corner and think about suicide..hehe KIDDING.&lt;br /&gt;toodles&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8960923-114164506157373403?l=evilmonkii.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://evilmonkii.blogspot.com/feeds/114164506157373403/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8960923&amp;postID=114164506157373403&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8960923/posts/default/114164506157373403'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8960923/posts/default/114164506157373403'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://evilmonkii.blogspot.com/2006/03/im-not-ready-to-forgive-and-forget.html' title=''/><author><name>Evil Monkii</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15052435205397544497</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8960923.post-114162944848468561</id><published>2006-03-06T18:08:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2006-03-06T18:17:31.493+11:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Saturday:&lt;br /&gt;- woke up shit early to go to robins house&lt;br /&gt;- slept till the arvo and went to dez's party&lt;br /&gt;- smoked, cooked (not really but i watched robin cook which is good enough) and ate.&lt;br /&gt;- drove to granville to pick up randomn girl&lt;br /&gt;- drink up at ralph's in berela&lt;br /&gt;- alcohol makes people do stupid things&lt;br /&gt;- Slept over at robins&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunday:&lt;br /&gt;- woke up&lt;br /&gt;- Robin cooked&lt;br /&gt;- Did nothing the whole day&lt;br /&gt;- Went home&lt;br /&gt;- Got harrased by a hairy wog security guard. anyone who see's a wog security guard for the pub across Parra station. slap him silly!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Monday:&lt;br /&gt;- Went shopping after school&lt;br /&gt;- Told terri off because i had a hangover and i couldnt be fucked hearing her voice =)&lt;br /&gt;- Bought sexy winter boots...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HOHOHO...&lt;br /&gt;my boots make me horny..=D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TOODLES!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8960923-114162944848468561?l=evilmonkii.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://evilmonkii.blogspot.com/feeds/114162944848468561/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8960923&amp;postID=114162944848468561&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8960923/posts/default/114162944848468561'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8960923/posts/default/114162944848468561'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://evilmonkii.blogspot.com/2006/03/saturday-woke-up-shit-early-to-go-to.html' title=''/><author><name>Evil Monkii</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15052435205397544497</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8960923.post-114138023858135242</id><published>2006-03-03T15:22:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2006-03-03T21:03:58.633+11:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>The tip of my tongue hurts. Its all the chips =(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A bestfriend: teases christianity with you, tells you your perfectly normal for using lubricant as a moisturiser..because he does it too, tells you, you look pregnant and fat, tells me he'll still be my bestfriend if i had a police "call crime stoppers" tattoo on my boob, lectures you about being lazy and most importantly..prints out your all assignments and homework for you. ahhh..true friendship i tell you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A boyfriend: helps you design clothes because he is either queer or just stylish, calls you wendy the pooh (poo) because he knows you hate it, flashes your bra to your girlfriends because he finds it funny, slaps you back when you slap him, puts up your scribble drawings on his wall because you told him to and most importantly..tells his mum to cook potato salad when i come over because i'm in love with her cooking..*rubs tummy*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHA. my parents asked my brother if he was dating his bestfriend's little sister who is the same age as me. EW.. that's 6 years difference...wait jess has tried that. haha it's ok :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;toodles&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8960923-114138023858135242?l=evilmonkii.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://evilmonkii.blogspot.com/feeds/114138023858135242/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8960923&amp;postID=114138023858135242&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8960923/posts/default/114138023858135242'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8960923/posts/default/114138023858135242'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://evilmonkii.blogspot.com/2006/03/tip-of-my-tongue-hurts.html' title=''/><author><name>Evil Monkii</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15052435205397544497</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8960923.post-114130206143229120</id><published>2006-03-02T23:09:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2006-03-02T23:29:36.290+11:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'm trying in school! Yah for me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Robin came over after school and he cleaned and vacuumed and was such a nice boyfriend...not really.. i lied.&lt;br /&gt;He ate my cake though! and it tasted like shit but he still ate it! awww...nah i think he was just really hungry. lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My cousin is bringing two girls over on saturday, I dont know someone so ugly can be a pimp. he must pay them..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;talking about payment. i only have 820 =(I've been trying to save a grand since the beginning of the decemember.. awww&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;toodles&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8960923-114130206143229120?l=evilmonkii.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://evilmonkii.blogspot.com/feeds/114130206143229120/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8960923&amp;postID=114130206143229120&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8960923/posts/default/114130206143229120'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8960923/posts/default/114130206143229120'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://evilmonkii.blogspot.com/2006/03/im-trying-in-school-yah-for-me-robin.html' title=''/><author><name>Evil Monkii</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15052435205397544497</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8960923.post-114120687303595259</id><published>2006-03-01T18:14:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2006-03-01T20:54:33.106+11:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i made a banana cake today. I also made a banana smoothie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm also SLOWLY trying to catch up with school work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My school is slowly being overun by Fobs. Don't get me wrong..i like fobs! but i dont like it when there is like 30 fob girls per one fob guy. The hottest race of males..and you give us like 2 in the whole school!? NOT COOL!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I saw this little kid at school today, he looked like a little skinner version of my boyfriend. Well...if things dont work out..at least i have something to fall back on. heehee..did i mention he was in year 7? ew hehe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;toodles&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8960923-114120687303595259?l=evilmonkii.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://evilmonkii.blogspot.com/feeds/114120687303595259/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8960923&amp;postID=114120687303595259&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8960923/posts/default/114120687303595259'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8960923/posts/default/114120687303595259'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://evilmonkii.blogspot.com/2006/03/i-made-banana-cake-today.html' title=''/><author><name>Evil Monkii</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15052435205397544497</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8960923.post-114113407209588530</id><published>2006-03-01T00:34:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2006-03-01T00:41:12.103+11:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>someone mention redeeming yourself to me tonight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Got me thinking..&lt;br /&gt;what am i doing?&lt;br /&gt;how has he redeemed himself for the hell i went through?&lt;br /&gt;It's weird.&lt;br /&gt;I use to be pissed off at myself..asking myself after being with him again for a month..why can't i completely let go..and forgive him.&lt;br /&gt;but i think i found the answer..he's hasn't proved or given me a reason to.&lt;br /&gt;nothing in this world is free..including trust.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8960923-114113407209588530?l=evilmonkii.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://evilmonkii.blogspot.com/feeds/114113407209588530/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8960923&amp;postID=114113407209588530&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8960923/posts/default/114113407209588530'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8960923/posts/default/114113407209588530'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://evilmonkii.blogspot.com/2006/03/someone-mention-redeeming-yourself-to.html' title=''/><author><name>Evil Monkii</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15052435205397544497</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8960923.post-114103406129865458</id><published>2006-02-27T20:21:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2006-02-27T20:54:21.316+11:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Fuck some people can be unreasonable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so much stuff is on my mind at the moment i don't even know which one to worry about first.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. I'm not a rebel. I'm not a drop out and i'm not a junkii. so to all those people who think they are stronger and better than me. get fucked. my mum and i are fighting, im not handling 14 units and i got drunk on the weekend. but damn, if thats only what it takes for you to think and act  superior than me. i dont think i want you as a friend anyway. i need your advice and help, not for you to shake your head at me with a frown.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Mum and i aren't going to well. I know she doesnt like my boyfriend because of our past..but if i can forgive and forget..why can't she? Instead she is making me hate her more by telling me to choose. i know i shouldnt put ANYTHING before family..but at the moment, she's making things worse for herself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. I'm not handling school well. or at all. when i look at the list of crap i have to do all i can do is jump into bed and sleep. I spent alot of time speaking to the deputy principle today. He's letting me drop extension english and i want to but..its not like i cant handle the difficulty of the work. I can't handle the amount of time it takes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to move out and basically get out of here. I can't think of any other option. LOL damn i sound emo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i never really had the balls to say this to him face to face, so i might as well do it now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm sorry.&lt;br /&gt;I'm sorry for making you dissapointed.&lt;br /&gt;I'm sorry for going back with him after promising you i wont.&lt;br /&gt;I'm sorry for making you worry about me.&lt;br /&gt;I'm sorry i havent spent enough time with you.&lt;br /&gt;I'm sorry that sometimes  i take you for granted.&lt;br /&gt;I'm sorry for putting my crap on you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;look hun, you are my bestfriend and no matter what a bitch i can be..i still love you to death. I'm seriously really sorry for all the crap i've given you and i'm really really appreciative for all the things you've done for me. Don't ever think its gone unnoticed? i know you worry and somtimes even blame yourself..but its not your fault. I know no matter how many stupid things i've done..you never say "i told you so" but instead.."are you ok". Thank you SOOO much for everything. i know we're not as close or friendly as we use to be..but i promise i'll try and fix that.. because nothing comes before you. i love you. for real..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok..if u have finished reading this. I think you just read my whole life story.. damn i need a private blog. toodles&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8960923-114103406129865458?l=evilmonkii.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://evilmonkii.blogspot.com/feeds/114103406129865458/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8960923&amp;postID=114103406129865458&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8960923/posts/default/114103406129865458'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8960923/posts/default/114103406129865458'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://evilmonkii.blogspot.com/2006/02/fuck-some-people-can-be-unreasonable.html' title=''/><author><name>Evil Monkii</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15052435205397544497</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8960923.post-114094640696419641</id><published>2006-02-26T20:29:00.002+11:00</published><updated>2006-02-26T20:33:26.966+11:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>WOW. dramas dramas dramas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FUCK.x10000&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What was meant to be a quite little weekend with the boyfriend to celebrating our double digit (10 month) anniversary, has turned into a fucking nightmare.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have a throbbing headache. Not drinking for awhile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i dont know how to apologise to him and patch things up. somtimes the word sorry is seriously the hardest word to pronounce.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My family is in mayhem. My mother wants to kill me and proberly divorce dad while she's at it..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Appointment with the careers department tomorrow. Drop out of school/ Drop subjects or continue to struggle my way through?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;fuckity fuck. Isn't life grand?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8960923-114094640696419641?l=evilmonkii.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://evilmonkii.blogspot.com/feeds/114094640696419641/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8960923&amp;postID=114094640696419641&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8960923/posts/default/114094640696419641'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8960923/posts/default/114094640696419641'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://evilmonkii.blogspot.com/2006/02/wow_114094640696419641.html' title=''/><author><name>Evil Monkii</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15052435205397544497</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8960923.post-114094640571875094</id><published>2006-02-26T20:29:00.001+11:00</published><updated>2006-02-26T20:33:25.733+11:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>WOW. dramas dramas dramas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FUCK.x10000&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What was meant to be a quite little weekend with the boyfriend to celebrating our double digit (10 month) anniversary, has turned into a fucking nightmare.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have a throbbing headache. Not drinking for awhile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i dont know how to apologise to him and patch things up. somtimes the word sorry is seriously the hardest word to pronounce.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My family is in mayhem. My mother wants to kill me and proberly divorce dad while she's at it..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Appointment with the careers department tomorrow. Drop out of school/ Drop subjects or continue to struggle my way through?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;fuckity fuck. Isn't life grand?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8960923-114094640571875094?l=evilmonkii.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://evilmonkii.blogspot.com/feeds/114094640571875094/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8960923&amp;postID=114094640571875094&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8960923/posts/default/114094640571875094'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8960923/posts/default/114094640571875094'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://evilmonkii.blogspot.com/2006/02/wow_26.html' title=''/><author><name>Evil Monkii</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15052435205397544497</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8960923.post-114089430177909396</id><published>2006-02-26T06:00:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2006-02-26T06:05:01.790+11:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>its 6am..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my head is spinning. im munching on something..but i dont know what.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;fuck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I met alyssa today. my bf's bestfriend. heehee she's the cutest little thing EVER.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;fuck. i just drank more alcholol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Robin's sleeping..and im just simply fucked. I miss my bestfriend. BABE i'm soooooo sorry. &gt;&lt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;great night. we should do this do more often.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm going to conk out if robin has left me enough space on the bed. TOODLES.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8960923-114089430177909396?l=evilmonkii.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://evilmonkii.blogspot.com/feeds/114089430177909396/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8960923&amp;postID=114089430177909396&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8960923/posts/default/114089430177909396'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8960923/posts/default/114089430177909396'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://evilmonkii.blogspot.com/2006/02/its-6am.html' title=''/><author><name>Evil Monkii</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15052435205397544497</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8960923.post-114083968298608783</id><published>2006-02-25T14:21:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2006-02-25T14:54:43.046+11:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Bec is such a bad influence on me.. LOL. i'm turning just as dumb as her..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm at Robins house while he is  moving stuff for his friend.&lt;br /&gt;I'm bored.&lt;br /&gt;BORED BORED  BORED.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If only jackson would get his ass over here with some ice cream and fruit..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;meh cbf to blog&lt;br /&gt;toodles&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8960923-114083968298608783?l=evilmonkii.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://evilmonkii.blogspot.com/feeds/114083968298608783/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8960923&amp;postID=114083968298608783&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8960923/posts/default/114083968298608783'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8960923/posts/default/114083968298608783'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://evilmonkii.blogspot.com/2006/02/bec-is-such-bad-influence-on-me.html' title=''/><author><name>Evil Monkii</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15052435205397544497</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8960923.post-114059441171764374</id><published>2006-02-22T18:42:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2006-02-22T18:46:51.730+11:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>When you're stressed, you eat.&lt;br /&gt;When you eat you get fat.&lt;br /&gt;When you get fat..you're two bestfriends ask if you're pregnant!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FUCK. I swear its all the biggest loser shit. The more i watch it the skinner i feel. FUCKX1000.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SOMEONE give me laxatives now!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;actually i take that back, i rather have a pot belly then an forever substance releasing asshole.&lt;br /&gt;wow..this post is pointless.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;toodles&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8960923-114059441171764374?l=evilmonkii.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://evilmonkii.blogspot.com/feeds/114059441171764374/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8960923&amp;postID=114059441171764374&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8960923/posts/default/114059441171764374'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8960923/posts/default/114059441171764374'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://evilmonkii.blogspot.com/2006/02/when-youre-stressed-you-eat.html' title=''/><author><name>Evil Monkii</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15052435205397544497</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8960923.post-114052272587993138</id><published>2006-02-21T22:47:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2006-02-21T22:52:05.900+11:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>dramas dramas..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Didn't go to school because i didnt feel like it.&lt;br /&gt;Went to school in the morning to chat with the girls but then walked home when the bell rang. hohoho i'm such a rebel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;basically slept the whole day and cried my ass off in Oprah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know what is cool? The pill. I dont feel like having my periods this month so...i'm not =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I like quan. when no one else can be bothered, he can. =)&lt;br /&gt;If you were hotter, less closer to my family and 3 times bigger..you would be my bf now. LOL.  ok i lied :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;toodles&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8960923-114052272587993138?l=evilmonkii.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://evilmonkii.blogspot.com/feeds/114052272587993138/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8960923&amp;postID=114052272587993138&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8960923/posts/default/114052272587993138'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8960923/posts/default/114052272587993138'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://evilmonkii.blogspot.com/2006/02/dramas-dramas.html' title=''/><author><name>Evil Monkii</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15052435205397544497</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8960923.post-114042791894171377</id><published>2006-02-20T20:23:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2006-02-20T20:31:59.110+11:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I have a new fetish..egg tarts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Moving on, my school is cursed. Found out mitchell got in a car accident yesterday. It was only friday arvo when we were catching up and mucking around and now he's in intensive care fighting for his life. It's alright though, the punk is stronger than this...and he'll never dare leave without saying goodbye. stay strong buddy, you're like the only punk i like. lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On sunday i went shopping with my little cousin. I bought:&lt;br /&gt;- Diva earings&lt;br /&gt;- dark wash jeans&lt;br /&gt;- School pants&lt;br /&gt;- White singlet top&lt;br /&gt;- Grey denim mini skirt&lt;br /&gt;- Folded denim short shorts&lt;br /&gt;- Grey mini gym shorts&lt;br /&gt;- 2 Jewellery containers&lt;br /&gt;and some other randomn crap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have to stop this shopping..my bank account is pretty pissed off at me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;toodles&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8960923-114042791894171377?l=evilmonkii.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://evilmonkii.blogspot.com/feeds/114042791894171377/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8960923&amp;postID=114042791894171377&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8960923/posts/default/114042791894171377'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8960923/posts/default/114042791894171377'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://evilmonkii.blogspot.com/2006/02/i-have-new-fetish.html' title=''/><author><name>Evil Monkii</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15052435205397544497</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8960923.post-114027462669933739</id><published>2006-02-19T01:27:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2006-02-20T17:32:39.246+11:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>My internet went on holiday for like 5-6 days. I tried pressing all these gadgets and ringing all these people to try and fix it, not even the damn company knew what was wrong. My brother hasn't been home for a LONG time so he couldn't fix it either. I couldn't stand it anymore (I was bored without the net I was watching sport on TV) so I rang him tonight telling him there's a really big fat emergency at home and if he doesn't come home..Something might die.. 20 mins later my brother comes home..and I managed to convince him to try and fix it. TA DA now im on the net. ahhh..and who said lies wont get you anywhere?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so how has my week been? mainly shit..but let's not talk about it because im in a good mood!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did I mention I'm a rebel? My mum hates me having more than one pair of ear piercing but today I met up with robin and he came with me to get my second pair done. I want to get the top part of my ear done next week and then hopefully a tattoo soon. HOhoho..I'm turning hardcore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Robin came over and watched Jeepers Creepers 2 with me. Just ate and bummed around. At the end Robin and I decided to wrestle each other and you know who brought him down? ME! PWHOAR... Damn I'm good!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;toodles&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8960923-114027462669933739?l=evilmonkii.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://evilmonkii.blogspot.com/feeds/114027462669933739/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8960923&amp;postID=114027462669933739&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8960923/posts/default/114027462669933739'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8960923/posts/default/114027462669933739'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://evilmonkii.blogspot.com/2006/02/my-internet-went-on-holiday-for-like-5.html' title=''/><author><name>Evil Monkii</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15052435205397544497</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8960923.post-113992030150999348</id><published>2006-02-14T23:26:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2006-02-14T23:31:41.536+11:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Valentines day was shit in the morning. Nice in the arvo. pretty good at night =]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;won't go into much detail because its proberly the last thing you would want to know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;School is meh at the moment. i honestly..cannot be fucked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dropping out seems so tempting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HOHOHO. i'm such a junkie.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8960923-113992030150999348?l=evilmonkii.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://evilmonkii.blogspot.com/feeds/113992030150999348/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8960923&amp;postID=113992030150999348&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8960923/posts/default/113992030150999348'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8960923/posts/default/113992030150999348'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://evilmonkii.blogspot.com/2006/02/valentines-day-was-shit-in-morning.html' title=''/><author><name>Evil Monkii</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15052435205397544497</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
