<?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-22194485</id><updated>2011-04-22T03:35:58.517+03:00</updated><title type='text'>/**/ Ä§hlêy'§ ßlðg /**/</title><subtitle type='html'>xx trying to forget someone you love is like trying to remember someone you never knew xx</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vivacious-girl.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22194485/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vivacious-girl.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Ashley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10105352622971883519</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v626/reign-of-ice/cr.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>26</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22194485.post-115351097484123458</id><published>2006-07-21T22:28:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2006-07-21T22:42:54.860+03:00</updated><title type='text'>...i set my clocks early coz i know i'm always late...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;...i set my clocks early coz i know i'm always late...&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Whoo...well, exam week one has gone past in a &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;flash&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;...only one week left to go! Anyway, I'll go through each exam:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;AC&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;-&gt; easy, really. It was only 1 hour and was totally simple.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#9999ff;"&gt;Maths&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; -&gt; whoah, I used up every last second of this exam. It was 2 hours and kinda hard. Ms. Howden said our set (top set aaah) go 80% average, which is, like, really good dude for an average.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;NS&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; -&gt; My word, did I stress over this exam. I had wads and wads of paper and, in the end, the exam was so basic compared to the crap I learned...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#9999ff;"&gt;EMS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; -&gt; Another stressie. I cried and cried the night before and in the car on the way to school. And it actually was fine...it was jsut long and you had to make sure you wrote fast enough otherwise you would run out of time. Lol, we had to make tv ads for the Fifa World Cup 2010.  Mine had vuvuzelas &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;(are you HONESTLY still reading?).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; And EISH!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#9999ff;"&gt;Afriks&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; -&gt; This one (happend today FYI) I surprisingly didn't stress over. And it was fine, everyoner finished like half an hour early.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;The exam week coming up includes &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;DNT, English, then a study break (thank the lord) followed by HSS (horrors) and French. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;My word, today, I couldn't even bring myself to study. I just phaffed on the Sims and finished the intro bit for my&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt; movie&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; (I've been woking on it, for what, months and all I've done is the intro.......-_-). Once it's done I'll open up my new site, Retrospect Productions. It's going to be hot stuff (I hope).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I filled in some more&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt; surveys&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;, check em out at &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.bzoink.com/~berrylicious/surveys"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;http://www.bzoink.com/~berrylicious/surveys&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;#&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Luv y'all! Wish me luck for this home-run!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:180%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ASH&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22194485-115351097484123458?l=vivacious-girl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vivacious-girl.blogspot.com/feeds/115351097484123458/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22194485&amp;postID=115351097484123458' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22194485/posts/default/115351097484123458'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22194485/posts/default/115351097484123458'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vivacious-girl.blogspot.com/2006/07/i-set-my-clocks-early-coz-i-know-im.html' title='...i set my clocks early coz i know i&apos;m always late...'/><author><name>Ashley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10105352622971883519</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v626/reign-of-ice/cr.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22194485.post-115290508196609763</id><published>2006-07-14T21:55:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2006-07-14T22:47:58.726+03:00</updated><title type='text'>...'cause they told you you could be the next best superstar...</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;...'cause they told you you could be the next best superstar...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Oh. My. Gosh. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;Hide and Seek&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; was sooo frickin' &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;disturbing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. &lt;img src="http://www.moviereporter.net/filme/hide_and_seek/hide_and_seek-poster.jpg" /&gt;. And that whole thing about 2:06? Creepy...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Emily&lt;/strong&gt;: Can you see now, daddy? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Dad&lt;/strong&gt;: It's okay. Daddy's gone now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;...I ain't &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;ever&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; playing Hide and Seek again. -_-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Life...heck everything seems to be flying out of proportion. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;Exam&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;s&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; start Monday. Here's how my exam schedule looks for this week:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Monday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; -&gt; AC exam. Our AC dance afterwards&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Tuesday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; -&gt; Maths exam. This one is gonna be tough&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Wednesday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; -&gt; NS exam. Another toughie&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Thursday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; -&gt; EMS exam&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Friday&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; -&gt; Afrikaans exam&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;And I don't feel nearly prepared. Sigh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Tomorrow &lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;is Claudzies b-day. Yayness! (But the day afterwards is Michaels. Oh well.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:180%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;div style="WIDTH: 348px; HEIGHT: 350px; BACKGROUND-COLOR: rgb(216,233,237); TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;div style="BACKGROUND: rgb(129,172,201); HEIGHT: 4px"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left" height="4" hspace="0" src="http://www.quizilla.com/images/blue_drk_corner1.gif" /&gt; &lt;img style="FLOAT: right" height="4" hspace="0" src="http://www.quizilla.com/images/blue_drk_corner2.gif" /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="PADDING-RIGHT: 0pt; PADDING-LEFT: 0pt; BACKGROUND: rgb(129,172,201); PADDING-BOTTOM: 5px; PADDING-TOP: 0pt"&gt;&lt;span style="PADDING-RIGHT: 3px; PADDING-LEFT: 3px; PADDING-BOTTOM: 3px; COLOR: rgb(255,255,255)"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What's holding you back?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="PADDING-RIGHT: 5px; PADDING-LEFT: 5px; PADDING-BOTTOM: 5px; PADDING-TOP: 5px; FONT-FAMILY: Arial; BACKGROUND-COLOR: rgb(216,233,237); TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;MEMORIES&lt;/a&gt; hold you back! You miss something that left you in the past, and you want it back. You might have lost a love, a friend, or something greater. Memories haunt you and you can't seem to get them out of your head, no matter how hard you try. These memories interfere with your life. WHO YOU NEED: this person is probably always with you! Most likely a close friend who has grown to love you deeply, but feels sad that you don't seem to see them, because you are caught up in your memories.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.quizilla.com/redirect.php?statsid=18&amp;url=http://www.quizilla.com/" target="quizilla"&gt;&lt;img style="PADDING-RIGHT: 2px; PADDING-LEFT: 2px; PADDING-BOTTOM: 2px; PADDING-TOP: 2px" src="http://www.quizilla.com/images/codepastes/30qzlogo.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;ASH&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22194485-115290508196609763?l=vivacious-girl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vivacious-girl.blogspot.com/feeds/115290508196609763/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22194485&amp;postID=115290508196609763' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22194485/posts/default/115290508196609763'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22194485/posts/default/115290508196609763'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vivacious-girl.blogspot.com/2006/07/cause-they-told-you-you-could-be-next.html' title='...&apos;cause they told you you could be the next best superstar...'/><author><name>Ashley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10105352622971883519</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v626/reign-of-ice/cr.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22194485.post-115211900510814134</id><published>2006-07-05T19:43:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2006-07-07T11:29:00.056+03:00</updated><title type='text'>...everybody dance now...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;...i guess it's just too painful otherwise...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh. My. Wordness. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;NEW LAYOUT&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;! Like, freak out! hahahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really dig it, I think it gives my blog a more &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;*cough* mature *coughhackmaturespluttermyass*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; look. Yeah...although my &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;photo cube&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; had to be reduced in size to fit in the bloody teeny sidebar...and now you can't view the full version of each photo for some reason...some stupid pop-up comes up for me, dunno bout u...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anywayz, I GOT THE &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;SAMSUNG Z540&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;!!! Aaah...here're some (crappy) pics I took of it:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v626/reign-of-ice/piccie.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 218px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 157px" height="157" alt="" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v626/reign-of-ice/piccie.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v626/reign-of-ice/piccie.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v626/reign-of-ice/piccie.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v626/reign-of-ice/piccie.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Its so hot it does sooo much more stuff than any of the other phones I've ever had...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Since I haven't done this for ages...SURVEY!! (click &lt;a href="http://www.bzoink.com/~berrylicious/surveys#"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Hope you guys all have a great week (or what's left of it)!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:180%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;Luv y'all&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:180%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;ASH&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22194485-115211900510814134?l=vivacious-girl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vivacious-girl.blogspot.com/feeds/115211900510814134/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22194485&amp;postID=115211900510814134' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22194485/posts/default/115211900510814134'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22194485/posts/default/115211900510814134'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vivacious-girl.blogspot.com/2006/07/everybody-dance-now.html' title='...everybody dance now...'/><author><name>Ashley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10105352622971883519</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v626/reign-of-ice/cr.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22194485.post-115169813332724807</id><published>2006-06-30T22:50:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2006-06-30T23:18:05.083+03:00</updated><title type='text'>...it's that beat that make ya bump ya bump...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;...it's that beat that make ya bump ya bump...&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I've just come home after watching &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;"Over the Hedge"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; with the family.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Hehelolz it was so &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;funneh &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;xD. I really thought it was gonna be, like, juvenile and with lame little one-liners. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;Hammy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; was the best. Period. mahehahahehahe.&lt;img src="http://pic.piczo.com/img/i67012575_30379.gif" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Haha, Claudz sent me a please call me during the movies. So when I tried to phone her when I got home, it rang for like, 2 secs and then I heard this weird &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;smash&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; and a sudden engaged tone. Turns out she opened her phone and then dropped it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Some of you guys might not realise it, but I'm actually a huge &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;Sims 2 whore&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. Especially a &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;Sims 2 movie whore&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. I'm starting to make a movie called...well...I dunno yet. But I decided it's gonna have &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;"Iris"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; by the Goo Goo Dolls in it and &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;"Slide"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; by the Goo Goo Dolls for the credits. I won't let in on any storylines yet...most likely coz I'm gonna change my mind half-way through. But I finished making the &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;neighbourhood set&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; today. I might change it, I dunno. Still gotta find some more custom content I think *sighs*. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;Dear greatness&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;S&lt;/span&gt;H&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22194485-115169813332724807?l=vivacious-girl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vivacious-girl.blogspot.com/feeds/115169813332724807/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22194485&amp;postID=115169813332724807' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22194485/posts/default/115169813332724807'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22194485/posts/default/115169813332724807'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vivacious-girl.blogspot.com/2006/06/its-that-beat-that-make-ya-bump-ya.html' title='...it&apos;s that beat that make ya bump ya bump...'/><author><name>Ashley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10105352622971883519</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v626/reign-of-ice/cr.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22194485.post-115126835789515635</id><published>2006-06-25T23:14:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2006-06-25T23:45:57.916+03:00</updated><title type='text'>...hello there the angel from my nightmare...</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;...hello there the angel from my nightmare...&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;The shit has hit the fan.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;And when I'm talking about shit, I'm talking about &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;SUPER&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; shit.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Julia found out about not being invited to movies on Friday by Lara. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Whoah...was she &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;pissed&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; with Lara. And then, Lara being Lara, started trying to &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;shift the blame&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; onto me and A.J, saying that it was all our fault and that we had decided not to invite her. Haha. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;Nice friend I have&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. Claudine and Julia luckily saw right through her &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;lies&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. I don't know what's going to happen from here. Most likely Lara will be kicked out of the group, and trust me, I &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;won't&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; be following her.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Good grief...that &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;I Miss You&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; song by Blink 182 is soo stuck in my head 0_0 (as you can see from the title). Hehe, I'm adding it as my music on my blog layout...speaking of blog layouts, oh my gosh how &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;sexy &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;is it? *bouncey bouncey* I'm luffing it to &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;peices and smeices&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;....lol, knowing me it'll probably be gone by the end of half-term...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;{{{RANDOM: &lt;img src="http://65.99.204.73/~codemysp/ImageSRC/1/113.gif" /&gt; Haha...haha thats funneh xD }}}&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;LUV YA MWA MWA MWA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ASH&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22194485-115126835789515635?l=vivacious-girl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vivacious-girl.blogspot.com/feeds/115126835789515635/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22194485&amp;postID=115126835789515635' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22194485/posts/default/115126835789515635'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22194485/posts/default/115126835789515635'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vivacious-girl.blogspot.com/2006/06/hello-there-angel-from-my-nightmare.html' title='...hello there the angel from my nightmare...'/><author><name>Ashley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10105352622971883519</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v626/reign-of-ice/cr.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22194485.post-115113808870834973</id><published>2006-06-24T11:08:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2006-06-24T11:34:48.720+03:00</updated><title type='text'>...I've got headaches and bad luck but they couldn't touch you...</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;...I've got headaches and bad luck but they couldn't touch you...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#9999ff;"&gt;Whoah.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; x_x. Have I had a week.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;On Thursday I had my &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#9999ff;"&gt;first hockey match&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;/strong&gt; playing for the U14 C's. It was hard match for us against &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#9999ff;"&gt;St Marys&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; (in case you don't know, our school's &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#9999ff;"&gt;sworn enemy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; Coz they call themselves Saints. But we're the real Saints). But, uh, we lost. 3-0. Could have been worse I guess. Well, maybe not seeing as &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#9999ff;"&gt;I ran into the goalie&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; from the other team! -___-. Blind one.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Then after school yesterday (which was a boring mish-mash of arts festival) I went to &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Fourways&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; with A.J, Lara, Claudz, Chez, and Tatum. About an hour before I left I got this frantic phonecall from Claudine.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ash: Hello?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Claudz: Ash, I-I have a problem.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ash: Claudz, what's wrong?! Are you crying?!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Claduz: *sob sob* I went to the hair-dresser and they messed up my hair. It's horrible I don't even want to think about going out.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;By the way she made it sound I thought it was this &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#9999ff;"&gt;hideous bob with choppy layers.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; Lara phoned me straight afterwards and I answered "OH MY GOD".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;When we saw her at the movies...it was actually really nice =0. It was shorter but the layers looked really stunning. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;[Random: My French manicure looks crap -_-]&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;At the movies we went to see &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#9999ff;"&gt;Posiedon&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; 0_0. Holyfrickinggoshnesssomeonekillmenow. It wasn't a scary-scream-your-head-off movie. It was more like a &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#9999ff;"&gt;fucking-nerve-racking-grab-the-person-sitting-next-to-you's-hand-and-crush-it movie&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. Seriously, I couldn't feel my damn hand after Claudine grabbed it. Lol.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Anywayz, bye all&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:180%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ash&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22194485-115113808870834973?l=vivacious-girl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vivacious-girl.blogspot.com/feeds/115113808870834973/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22194485&amp;postID=115113808870834973' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22194485/posts/default/115113808870834973'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22194485/posts/default/115113808870834973'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vivacious-girl.blogspot.com/2006/06/ive-got-headaches-and-bad-luck-but.html' title='...I&apos;ve got headaches and bad luck but they couldn&apos;t touch you...'/><author><name>Ashley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10105352622971883519</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v626/reign-of-ice/cr.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22194485.post-115062264759310349</id><published>2006-06-18T11:40:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2006-06-18T12:24:07.606+03:00</updated><title type='text'>...why d'you have to go and make things so complicated...</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;...why d'you have to go and make things so complicated...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;LIFOS.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;Life. Is. Full. Of. SHIT&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;If there's one thign I've learned from this whole thing of life, it's this.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;LIFE GOES ON&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;and even if you fall it doesn't stop for you to catch your breath and dust off the dirt from your clothes.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;Like, fat chance.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;My grandparents are moving down to Howick soon. Them, going to a retirement home? NOOOO. They have to go to effing&lt;/span&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;backwards Howick&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;All becasue their other selfish daughter (my aunt) wishes them to be nearer her. And as we all know, they would break their backs just for her. My (now suicidal) mother has been going through hell, coz she knows as much as I do that once the move to Howick, the next time we will see them is on their&lt;/span&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;deathbed&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;The whole family is estranged beyond measure on my mothers side. And my father (oh my word I couldn't spell it for a minute) is&lt;/span&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;HAPPY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;they're going. Bastard.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Friendwize, I went to &lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;Jenna's house&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;on Friday (it was a public holiday, yay, rock on&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Youth Day&lt;/strong&gt;)&lt;/span&gt; . &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Oh my lord, at least it was something fun. We ran down the street with an&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;axe &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(!!) to cut down&lt;/span&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;trees&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;for our Arts and Culture project. LOL, everyone seemed to walk on the opposite side of the road when they saw us. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;Gee, I wonder why&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;LOL, the deadly tree stealers. I think if it wasn't for my friends, I wouldn't make it through all the curveballs I get thrown against.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I need to start making notes for exams (YAY NOT). Bye guys.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff9966;"&gt;Ash&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22194485-115062264759310349?l=vivacious-girl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vivacious-girl.blogspot.com/feeds/115062264759310349/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22194485&amp;postID=115062264759310349' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22194485/posts/default/115062264759310349'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22194485/posts/default/115062264759310349'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vivacious-girl.blogspot.com/2006/06/why-dyou-have-to-go-and-make-things-so.html' title='...why d&apos;you have to go and make things so complicated...'/><author><name>Ashley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10105352622971883519</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v626/reign-of-ice/cr.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22194485.post-114974882869461852</id><published>2006-06-08T09:29:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2006-06-08T09:40:28.770+03:00</updated><title type='text'>...so go on live your life...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;...so go on live your life...&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;Cambourne won house plays&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;-_-. We came &lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;second&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;See, it was judged based on dance, drama, music and art. We won the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;art&lt;/strong&gt;,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;with our backdrops and props etc. (we had, like, this cool backdrop which would got neon in the dark and the&lt;/span&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;outline&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;of the city would&lt;/span&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;glow&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;^_^). Cambourne won dance, drama&lt;/span&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;and&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;music! I agree, their dance was superb and so was their drama, but their music didn't do it for me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;The thing that&lt;/span&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;ruined&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;the whole evening was the&lt;/span&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;sound and lighting crew&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; For all our performances (except Cambournes strangely enough -_- ) they&lt;/span&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;screwed up&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;everything. They would &lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;switch off&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;the lights randomly in the middle of a performance, play the&lt;/span&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;wrong songs&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;or, as with the case of Stratton's (our) grand finale,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt; &lt;strong&gt;not even play&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;the effing song! We had a really good song which could have won us the Music section.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt; If it had played&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;It was really bad, they played about 3 seconds of the song and then it stopped and we were left to sing &lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;on our own&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;without any backtrack. When we reached the part of the song where there's this funky rap part and our breakdancers where meant to dance, Bianca (Honey) just had to announce that it was the end. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Anyway, enough about the plays...&lt;br /&gt;Whoever said&lt;/span&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;horoscopes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;were a load of bull were sooo wrong. I was reading the one in the TV guide and it said under Aries how our&lt;/span&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;"radiant confidence"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;will attract&lt;/span&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;illnesses&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;this week =o. How. Effing. True. *cough sniff*. The other stuff it said also have turned out to be pretty accurate. So there. I'm not ever going to diss my horoscope ever again...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Geez, this My Chemical Romance song,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;"Give 'em Hell Kid"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;won't stop playing over and over again in my head (click &lt;a href=""&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.lyricsdepot.com/my-chemical-romance/give-em-hell-kid.html"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;http://www.lyricsdepot.com/my-chemical-romance/give-em-hell-kid.html&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt; for lyrics). It really gets me, like the part when he says&lt;/span&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#9999ff;"&gt;"But I miss you more than I did yesterday"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;, &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;but &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#9999ff;"&gt;especially &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;the part he screams&lt;/span&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff9966;"&gt;"You're beautiful!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Michael introduced me to MCR and I can just imagine him singing this song. He always used to say that "you're beautiful" crap...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Ugh, wait&lt;/span&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;*slaps self*.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Ok, I give anyone&lt;/span&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;full permission&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; t&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;o attack me and get me out of my mourning. Today would have been our &lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;6 month anniversary&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;And in two days time it will be&lt;/span&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;2 monthes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;from the breakup. So &lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;why&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;am I still so nostalgic?&lt;/span&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;Why&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;can't I just forget him? Worse still, why do I&lt;/span&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;still&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;have these dates imprinted in my mind&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;??!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I trust myself enough to know I wouldn't go out with him again if he came crawling back, yet I still&lt;/span&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;him and I wouldn't give anything in exchange for those &lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;4 amazing monthes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;But, God, do I miss him. ='(&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ASH&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22194485-114974882869461852?l=vivacious-girl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vivacious-girl.blogspot.com/feeds/114974882869461852/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22194485&amp;postID=114974882869461852' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22194485/posts/default/114974882869461852'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22194485/posts/default/114974882869461852'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vivacious-girl.blogspot.com/2006/06/so-go-on-live-your-life.html' title='...so go on live your life...'/><author><name>Ashley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10105352622971883519</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v626/reign-of-ice/cr.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22194485.post-114957810843688646</id><published>2006-06-06T09:29:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2006-06-06T10:24:02.270+03:00</updated><title type='text'>...but I miss you more than I did yesterday...</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;...but I miss you more than I did yesterday...&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;*cough* I'm sick.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Great, innit? Just effing great. And its not like I can even get some rest, coz I keep seeing my pile&lt;/span&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;(let me rephrase that - &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;mountain&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;of homework sitting there next to me. -_-. Those faggots who so graciously call themselves our&lt;/span&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;"teachers"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;are going to kill us all soon.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff9966;"&gt;[BTW, I can't seem to get comments to work on this layout, so just post your stuff in the &lt;strong&gt;taggyboard&lt;/strong&gt; ^_^]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Tonight is also&lt;/span&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;House Plays.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;My house, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Stratton&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;the most kick-ass house known to humankind&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;is doing the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;South African version of "Honey"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(and if you do not know what that is I suggest you kick yourself very hard). It's excellent. The dancing is superb, the singing is superb and the acting is superb. I'm part of the group who sing and dance to&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"I Believe"&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;by Yolanda Adams&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Trewen&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;is doing &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Old Town",&lt;/em&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Kenwyn&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;is doing&lt;/span&gt; &lt;em&gt;"Cinderella"&lt;/em&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;and &lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;Cambourne&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;is doing&lt;/span&gt; &lt;em&gt;"Romeo and Jojo" &lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(WTF??!!).&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I don't want to be biased, but our play is really different and funky compared to the other&lt;/span&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;unoriginal ideas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Stratton has all worked really hard, and we deserve 1st place. If I get photos or a video, I post 'em. And this time, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;I promise&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;^_^.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#33cc00;"&gt;[RANDOM - Found this just now...dirty...but brilliant =P &lt;img src="http://image.blinkyou.com/glitter_images/toiletwatch.gif" /&gt;&lt;img src="http://image.blinkyou.com/glitter_images/virginitybubble.gif" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Well gotta go. Me still sicki.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:180%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ASHY&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22194485-114957810843688646?l=vivacious-girl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vivacious-girl.blogspot.com/feeds/114957810843688646/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22194485&amp;postID=114957810843688646' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22194485/posts/default/114957810843688646'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22194485/posts/default/114957810843688646'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vivacious-girl.blogspot.com/2006/06/but-i-miss-you-more-than-i-did.html' title='...but I miss you more than I did yesterday...'/><author><name>Ashley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10105352622971883519</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v626/reign-of-ice/cr.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22194485.post-114881225169224418</id><published>2006-05-28T13:04:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2006-05-28T13:30:51.723+03:00</updated><title type='text'>...we're falling apart to have time...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;...we're falling apart to have time...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Hmm,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;neglected&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;this little bloggie haven't I?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Well, you guys won't be able to IM me again for sometime. My computer had to be taken in for&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt; &lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;servicing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;and, now it's back, I've been too&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;lazy&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;to re-download the messenger -_-. But I will do it...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;someday...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Oh my friggin gosh, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;I FINALLY got converse shoes!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Wheee...they r sooo kewl. I've been wanting them for for ages. I went to&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;UFO&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;(&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;United Fashion Outlet hehe) today to get them. They're not the All Stars version, they're &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Soviet&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;But still.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;Hawt hawt hawt X).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I got black ones, and my sissie got denims ones. I'll post some piccies soon...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Yesterday I went with Amy, A.J and Lara to see&lt;/span&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;Failure to Launch&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;at Sandton&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I didn't have that high expectancies, ya know, I thought it would be just another&lt;/span&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;cheesy romantic flick&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;But it was actually really funny with a good storyline =). Hehe, we had loads of fun, me and mah besties...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Anywayzzzz, luv y'all&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;ASHY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22194485-114881225169224418?l=vivacious-girl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vivacious-girl.blogspot.com/feeds/114881225169224418/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22194485&amp;postID=114881225169224418' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22194485/posts/default/114881225169224418'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22194485/posts/default/114881225169224418'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vivacious-girl.blogspot.com/2006/05/were-falling-apart-to-have-time.html' title='...we&apos;re falling apart to have time...'/><author><name>Ashley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10105352622971883519</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v626/reign-of-ice/cr.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22194485.post-114745210938396225</id><published>2006-05-12T19:05:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2006-05-12T19:45:26.826+03:00</updated><title type='text'>...I can live without you...</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;...I can live without you...&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Oh. My. Gosh. I finally updated after, like, &lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;forever&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; 0_0.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;My week was &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#9999ff;"&gt;completely, madly, entirely, totally, utterly, [insert word] pointless&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. For the love of God, don't teachers and couches realise some of us need something called, oh, I don't know, &lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;a life!!??&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Tuesday was rather...interesting. In EMS, we were laughing and chatting whilst Mr. Peroldt was taking a phone-call outside, when Mrs. Aquisto (our head) &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#9999ff;"&gt;poked her head&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; around the door. The whole class went silent except Gabi and Kim who were sitting next to me. I was trying to nudge them quiet when Gabi &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#9999ff;"&gt;loudly asked&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff9966;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Why the hell is everyone so quiet?".&lt;/em&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;x_x.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; Then Kim suddenly saw Mrs. Aquisto and shouts &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff9966;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"HOLY MOTHER FUCKER!"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; and fell off her chair. =o. We got lectured for about 3 hours on &lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;""improper-use-of-crude-language"",&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; but hey. It was absolutely hilarious!!! LMAO LMAO&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;On Wednesday &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#9999ff;"&gt;(i.e 1 month from the breakup)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; I had my first beginners &lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;hockey&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; lesson x_x. Ha. Ha. It actually went quite well, and when we were told to crouch and bend when we were holding the hockey stick, Jess was all, &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#ff9966;"&gt;"Don't hurt your back! Just take a crap!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; =P. Jess, Lara and I are now affectionately known as &lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#ff9966;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"The Crappers".&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; Then some &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;genius&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; (cough&lt;strong&gt; &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;Mr. Shearer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; cough) locked the squash courts so Lara and I couldn't play. =(.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;(RANDOM -&gt; Today the world was meant to end. And it didn't. &lt;strong&gt;Damn.&lt;/strong&gt;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;I also found out from Ang that loads of &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#9999ff;"&gt;gossip&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; is floating around the Boy's College about who I'm currently dating o_o. Apparently some Grade 9 guy called David &lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;claims he's dating me &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;and others&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. Since I don't know &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#9999ff;"&gt;any&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; guys in either Grade 9 nor 12, I find that &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#9999ff;"&gt;very, very scary&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. B.l.e.g.h.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;(DOUBLE RANDOM -&gt; Michael just smsed me asking how I'd been...hmm...I'll reply later...=( )&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;Luv ya,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ashy&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;color:#ffcc66;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;P.S: to all my contacts, my Yahoo hasn't been working, thus my offlineishness.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22194485-114745210938396225?l=vivacious-girl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vivacious-girl.blogspot.com/feeds/114745210938396225/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22194485&amp;postID=114745210938396225' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22194485/posts/default/114745210938396225'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22194485/posts/default/114745210938396225'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vivacious-girl.blogspot.com/2006/05/i-can-live-without-you.html' title='...I can live without you...'/><author><name>Ashley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10105352622971883519</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v626/reign-of-ice/cr.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22194485.post-114693664272739739</id><published>2006-05-06T19:55:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2006-05-06T20:39:37.246+03:00</updated><title type='text'>...i'm too sexy for my shirt o_o...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;i'm too sexy for my shirt 0_0&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ignore&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;the heading.&lt;br /&gt;Trust me.&lt;br /&gt;It will only &lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;confuse&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; u.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Ok ok, so I said I would update on Sunday. But I'm bored&lt;/span&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;shite-less&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;So I'm updating today.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;Bite me, grrrarrr.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;*bounce bounce* geez I'm high on caffeine...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ahem&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;anyway, moooving on to &lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;the point,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Amz asked if I could post some pics of Mike. So here they are...yes I know they suk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5062/2254/400/mike.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;He was hot, I admit. A jerk.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;But hot&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;In that main pic, he's at his induction ceremony thingy. To the bottom left is da pic he sent me on mah cellphone, and to the top right...ahem, weeell. That was at our&lt;/span&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;Grade 8 soccer evening&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;We were in the PROCESS of&lt;/span&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;hugging&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;when that&lt;/span&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;nosy photographer dude&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;took a picture x_x.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt; (RANDOM - my shoes were SO hot...not)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;So ya...I'm gonna go get dinna ^_^ C ya&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The Ashness&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(p.s "fear dah sexehness" =p)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22194485-114693664272739739?l=vivacious-girl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vivacious-girl.blogspot.com/feeds/114693664272739739/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22194485&amp;postID=114693664272739739' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22194485/posts/default/114693664272739739'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22194485/posts/default/114693664272739739'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vivacious-girl.blogspot.com/2006/05/im-too-sexy-for-my-shirt-oo.html' title='...i&apos;m too sexy for my shirt o_o...'/><author><name>Ashley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10105352622971883519</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v626/reign-of-ice/cr.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22194485.post-114676212604869442</id><published>2006-05-04T19:24:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2006-05-04T20:43:21.116+03:00</updated><title type='text'>...take me as I am...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;take me as i am&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Hey peoplez =). Sozaloz if I haven't been online/able to chat a lot. I've been back to school, what 2 days, and the teachers already seem to find some pleasure out of &lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;screwing&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; our lives up with a &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#9999ff;"&gt;shitload&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; of work. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Today was boring. So was yesterday. Hmm. I don't think I will give you the details. You might just &lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;die&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; of excitement. x_x&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Oh my gosh, Amy, I hope you are effing reading this, because I'm &lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;missing&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; yoooouuuu! Come back to school you &lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;loser&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. =P. It sucks when you're sick. BTW, here are those pics from &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#9999ff;"&gt;Tish's party&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; you asked for. Hehe. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5062/2254/1600/Tishparty.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5062/2254/400/Tishparty.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Hehe, this was a party last year where you had to dress up as the person/thing you hated. I dressed up as &lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Barbie&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; x_x. So did Ju. Kim was a hobo (=p), Amz was Nicky Hilton and Lara was...Lara. Yes, that is me on the bottom left for all you people who want to know what I look like. I was practising my best &lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;shmodel &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;pose =).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Better go. It's dinner. Hehe.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:180%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Luv ya guys like jelly tots and vodka shots!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:180%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ashy Pashy Moo Schmuck Fluffy&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22194485-114676212604869442?l=vivacious-girl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vivacious-girl.blogspot.com/feeds/114676212604869442/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22194485&amp;postID=114676212604869442' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22194485/posts/default/114676212604869442'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22194485/posts/default/114676212604869442'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vivacious-girl.blogspot.com/2006/05/take-me-as-i-am.html' title='...take me as I am...'/><author><name>Ashley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10105352622971883519</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v626/reign-of-ice/cr.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22194485.post-114657108299804639</id><published>2006-05-02T14:25:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2006-05-02T15:28:28.250+03:00</updated><title type='text'>...we'll love again, we'll laugh again and it's better off this way...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;we'll love again, we'll laugh again and it's better off this way&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Whenever you used to gaze into my eyes, I saw&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;her reflection&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;instead of mine. Her face you would rather look so longingly at. Her lips you would rather&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;kiss&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;You're killing me deep inside. Words cannot express how deeply you have wounded me, these wounds that will&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;never truly heal&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Didn't you realize that whenever you raised me up so high just so you could shoot me back down, that&lt;/span&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#9999ff;"&gt;of course&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;I would go down with it!? I have to pretend everyday for the world, everyday that I'm over you and that I've moved on.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Well, I'm not.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;I remember all those times that I thought that things were finally gonna be&lt;/span&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#9999ff;"&gt;OK&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;, &lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;and then watched helplessly as everything crashed to the ground and I alone was left to pick up the pieces. The thought that is killing me now is not that I lost you, but that I once had you, and the slow realization I played&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;your fool&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;I &lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#9999ff;"&gt;tried&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;. &lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Yes I tried so hard. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;When people asked me why I hadn't left you, I couldn't find the answer.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;And I still can't&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Funny thing about all this? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#9999ff;"&gt;I still love you, Michael. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;And I'll never be able to tell my heart that you're gone.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ashley &lt;strike&gt;Potter&lt;/strike&gt;&lt;/strike&gt;&lt;strike&gt;&lt;/srike&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strike&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;strike&gt;&lt;/strike&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22194485-114657108299804639?l=vivacious-girl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vivacious-girl.blogspot.com/feeds/114657108299804639/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22194485&amp;postID=114657108299804639' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22194485/posts/default/114657108299804639'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22194485/posts/default/114657108299804639'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vivacious-girl.blogspot.com/2006/05/well-love-again-well-laugh-again-and.html' title='...we&apos;ll love again, we&apos;ll laugh again and it&apos;s better off this way...'/><author><name>Ashley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10105352622971883519</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v626/reign-of-ice/cr.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22194485.post-114487059316892187</id><published>2006-04-12T21:35:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2006-05-02T20:55:51.366+03:00</updated><title type='text'>...i've lost the one thing worth fighting for...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;i've lost the one thing worth fighting for&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;Michael and I broke up&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;Shocker, huh? I knew it was coming. I always did. *sigh*. From the beginning of the relationship it was evident that we were too young and, although we might last a long time, it wouldn't be forever. So here goes...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I met him after school on Monday. He gave me my b-day prezzie and asked me to open it so he could &lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"&lt;em&gt;see how it looked on me&lt;/em&gt;".&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Hehe. So I did, watching Muso and Gareth out of the corner of my eye. It was a beautiful &lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Milano glass heart necklace (those things go for about R300 here!)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; !!! I was &lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;so&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; shocked! With that he glanced side-ways to his friends and was all &lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;"&lt;em&gt;can you walk with me?"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;In that moment, I knew&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. I knew exactely what was gonna happen next. We went down the bank (and I just had to embarress myself by &lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;slipping halfway down&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; -_-) and walked across the field to get away from any prying eyes (&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#9999ff;"&gt;i.e&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; Gareth and Muso). We went behind the &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;cricket&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;nets&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; and he quickly fastened the necklace over my neck and said&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; &lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;"&lt;em&gt;Close your eyes...do you know how to follow your heart? Now, just follow my lead&lt;/em&gt;,"&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;He kissed me.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;French and wet. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;B&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;ut&lt;/span&gt; amazing&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;My first kiss&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;! &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Funny how kissing seems so different in movies. You see the two people drawing in close on each other and then, one cue, a romantic little love song plays. To me, no song can describe how unbelievable it was. However, it was fairly gross...all that&lt;/span&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;tongue and saliva&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;0_o. Ick. But ya. We kissed for about 1 minute, it was kinda long...and then we broke off...after that the hard part hit. He fingered the heart on my chest and said&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"&lt;em&gt;Ash, we've had some great, amazing times together. I hope that whenever you wear this necklace you'll remember them&lt;/em&gt;,"&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;He then confessed about Lauren and said that he&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"&lt;em&gt;didn't want to do another stupid thing again in the future to hurt me&lt;/em&gt;"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;and thought we should go our seperate ways but (cliche cliche) remain&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt; &lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;really good friends&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;for now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;At&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt; that moment it started drizzling rain.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Now that felt like something outta a movie.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;The rest passed in a blur. We hugged a lot, held hands a lot, but I do remember him saying these words.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"&lt;em&gt;I love you, Ashley {my surname}. I love you, I always have, I always will and I will love you to the grave&lt;/em&gt;,"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Wow&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I was just blown away. To end things off, he took my hands and said,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"&lt;em&gt;Everytime I hold these hands I feel, some sort of connection. Ashley...may I kiss you one last time if for the last time?"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;So yeah, we frenched&lt;/span&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;again...and we had already broken up&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;! &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;0_0. Afterwards, we hugged for a very very long time...and...we just couldn't &lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;let go&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;When we finally did, he smiled and said&lt;/span&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;"&lt;em&gt;I'll walk you back up&lt;/em&gt;,"&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;As we were, he whispered &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"&lt;em&gt;Cum here u&lt;/em&gt;,"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;and put his arm around my shoulder, and my arm found his waist. Muso was&lt;/span&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;so gay&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;,&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; he was all&lt;/span&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;"&lt;em&gt;Con-gratulations Ash-ley&lt;/em&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Mike just shook his head and&lt;/span&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;offered his hand&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;on the way up the slope. Then, we hugged goodbye and he&lt;/span&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;kissed me gently on the cheek&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;He then whispered softly&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"&lt;em&gt;This is not the end&lt;/em&gt;,"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;in my ear.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;WTF?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Get how&lt;/span&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;confoozed&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I was. The&lt;/span&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;best thing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;had happened to me - I'd gotten my first kiss! - but also the&lt;/span&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;worst&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I found myself&lt;/span&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;half laughing half crying&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;on my bed, the necklace still hanging from my neck. I've thought about it a lot. I came to the conclusion he does like me, maybe even&lt;/span&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;me, but he probably freaked out when he realized how intense and serious we were at the age of&lt;/span&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;fourteen (!!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;, &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;and wanted to still have some&lt;/span&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;"fun"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;with other girls. So ya...sigh. Maybe there is a place for us in the future. I don't know. I guess it's what I would&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;like to believe&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;but maybe not what I should believe. So was the end of my&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;4 month and 2 day relationship with my first boyfriend&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;I read this poem to help understand some of my emotions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Forget his name, forget his face.&lt;br /&gt;Forget his kiss and warm embrace.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;Forget his love that once was true.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Remember now there is someone new.&lt;br /&gt;Forget you cried all night long&lt;br /&gt;Forget him when they play your song.&lt;br /&gt;Forget how close you once were.&lt;br /&gt;Remember how he chose her.&lt;br /&gt;Forget you memorized the way he walked.&lt;br /&gt;Forget the way that he talked.&lt;br /&gt;Forget the times he made you mad.&lt;br /&gt;Forget the times he made you sad.&lt;br /&gt;Forget the way he said your name.&lt;br /&gt;Remember now he is things aren't the same.&lt;br /&gt;Forget the times you looked into his eyes&lt;br /&gt;Forget his gentle and teasing lies.&lt;br /&gt;Forget the things you had planned to do.&lt;br /&gt;Remember now he is not with you.&lt;br /&gt;Forget the times that went so fast.&lt;br /&gt;Forget it all it is in the past.&lt;br /&gt;Forget the way he looked at you&lt;br /&gt;Forget the touch of his hands&lt;br /&gt;Forget the way he made you see&lt;br /&gt;Remeber now it was never meant to be.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Luv, as always, Ash&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;P.S My 1st term marks (highest to lowest). I was ranked &lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;5th overall&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; in the grade. wh00t ;p-&gt;&lt;br /&gt;History - &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;100%&lt;br /&gt;Science - 99%&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Biology - 94%&lt;br /&gt;EMS - 94%&lt;br /&gt;Maths - 92%&lt;br /&gt;French - 88%&lt;br /&gt;Arts &amp; Culture - 87%&lt;br /&gt;English - 86%&lt;br /&gt;Afrikaans - 82%&lt;br /&gt;Geography - 81%&lt;br /&gt;Design &amp;amp; Technology - 80%&lt;br /&gt;LO - 66% - cough cough&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22194485-114487059316892187?l=vivacious-girl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vivacious-girl.blogspot.com/feeds/114487059316892187/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22194485&amp;postID=114487059316892187' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22194485/posts/default/114487059316892187'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22194485/posts/default/114487059316892187'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vivacious-girl.blogspot.com/2006/04/ive-lost-one-thing-worth-fighting-for.html' title='...i&apos;ve lost the one thing worth fighting for...'/><author><name>Ashley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10105352622971883519</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v626/reign-of-ice/cr.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22194485.post-114425549326358262</id><published>2006-04-05T19:24:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2006-04-05T19:58:41.423+03:00</updated><title type='text'>whoo...finally...an update :P</title><content type='html'>Hey guys sorry for not posting for a while. Since Tuesday and today weren't too eventful, I'll talk about my b-day now shan't I? :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, on Monday, I arrived at school and were greeted by my many enthusiastic peers, who &lt;strong&gt;ALL&lt;/strong&gt; wished me Happy Birthday :). I was so happy! Many hugs and luffies were exchanged. At first break, Claudz whipped out a few balloons (two red, one green and one yellow) which she declared she was going to &lt;strong&gt;tie&lt;/strong&gt; in my hair 0_0. Well...the reds popped before they got into my hair...and the green popped whilst Julia was writing on it. So I was left with my yellow one....he he.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, the end of the day was nearing, and &lt;strong&gt;one person in question&lt;/strong&gt; still hadn't wished me happy b-day. Hmmm....well Claudine was outraged and sent him a couple of angsty smses. During maths, shortly before the end of school, I received an sms from Mike reading &lt;em&gt;"Ash cn i talk 2 u?".&lt;/em&gt; I got&lt;strong&gt; such&lt;/strong&gt; a fright! I said sure and arranged to meet him near the DNT block after school, since Amy, Hilary and I had to go to Aftercare anywayz. As I was walking down there with the two of them, &lt;strong&gt;everyone&lt;/strong&gt; was chanting &lt;em&gt;"Break up with him! Break up with him!"&lt;/em&gt; It was so hurtful ='(. Amy and Hilary were &lt;strong&gt;such&lt;/strong&gt; good friends. They waited with me til he arrived, saying they would stand at a distance and leave us two alone but also &lt;strong&gt;promised&lt;/strong&gt; to be there to survey the scene in case I needed them. =) I wuv 'em.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When he did arrive...I just broke down as he hugged me. I was so close to tears and just kept saying &lt;em&gt;"I'm so sorry, I'm so sorry".&lt;/em&gt; He was all &lt;em&gt;"Ash's what's wrong? It's Ok, it's ok,"&lt;/em&gt; He clasped my face with his hands and pulled me&lt;strong&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;close. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;3&lt;3&lt;3&lt;3&lt;/strong&gt;. So we talked. He apologized so much about forgetting my birthday - although technically he didn't, since he saved it onto his old phone which he lost. I told him about what people thought about him and me and said that they were all wishing me luck with dumping his ass. He frowned and said, &lt;em&gt;"Well, if you also feel that way, you just have to tell me. Because otherwise this isn't gonna work out,"&lt;/em&gt; I shook my head and was all, &lt;em&gt;"No, I don't. I like you way too much,"&lt;/em&gt; He just smiled and said, &lt;em&gt;"You know how much I care about your feelings, coz that's what should really count,"&lt;/em&gt; and gave me a hand squeeze. &lt;strong&gt;Eek!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So ya, things loosened up after that. Jess arrived in all her blonde glory and was all &lt;em&gt;"So have you guys broken up?"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-_- Subtle. &lt;strong&gt;Real &lt;/strong&gt;subtle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But ya, after that we just went off, me to aftercare and him to RUGBY!!! (oh my gosh...sexehness or what?).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I was walking back from Aftercare, I got a nice little sms that popped from my phone:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Hey babe...juz thght i d tel u tht i m really sorry and to say...Happy Birthday...frm a gy who cares mor abt u thn himslf...luv ya...=)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Sender:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Michael &lt;3&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*dreamy eyes* A very eventful birthday all in all. But definitely one of &lt;strong&gt;mah best&lt;/strong&gt;! =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22194485-114425549326358262?l=vivacious-girl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vivacious-girl.blogspot.com/feeds/114425549326358262/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22194485&amp;postID=114425549326358262' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22194485/posts/default/114425549326358262'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22194485/posts/default/114425549326358262'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vivacious-girl.blogspot.com/2006/04/whoofinallyan-update-p.html' title='whoo...finally...an update :P'/><author><name>Ashley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10105352622971883519</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v626/reign-of-ice/cr.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22194485.post-114400284197165280</id><published>2006-04-02T21:09:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2006-04-02T21:34:01.983+03:00</updated><title type='text'>My B-day 2moz!!</title><content type='html'>Aaah! I'm so excited! Tomorrow marks my 14th birthday! Whooo. Go crazy baby...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday was April Fools, and, to celebrate it, we had a bash at Amy's house. It was so funny! I pitched in long stripey toe-socks, a black skirt, a white top with a bikini top over it and these huge earrings that threatened to knock out anyone who came near them. Sarah Reed had these fake boobs. =P. We then went "trick-or-treating" up Amy's neighbourhood and posed for all the cars that passed us. One guy honked when he saw Sarah's...ahem...assets.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amy-&gt; Sarah? Where are you? We need to tempt these dirty old men.&lt;br /&gt;Sarah-&gt; Wait!! I left my boobs behind! *runs off*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hehe. The way she said it was SO funny!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So ya that was yesterday. Oooh, today, in celebration of mah birthday tomorrow, my family and I went to the Michelangelo restaraunt (sp?) for lunchies. Damn that place serves the finest stuff out! Otherwise, I've just been lazing around today, reminising over crap...yeah...the joys of Sundays...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you're wonderng how Michael is...he's fine. I found out from Angela on Monday he kissed another girl on Saturday. So yeah, that was pretty saddening at the time. I heard it just before a major Afrikaans comprehension test. All the time through it, I kept hearing Ang's voice "And...he kissed her," Strangest thing was that I didn't even cry. I also managed to ace a 90% for that test. Weird...&lt;br /&gt;I also didn't break up with him. Guys, don't call me crazy. I'm not going to break up with someone I still love. But, damn, did I give that asshole a guilt-trip.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mike -&gt; So, um, have you heard any rumours about me lately?&lt;br /&gt;Ash -&gt; Oh yeah, I heard this one that you kissed another girl. But I chose not to believe bullshit like that. I know you would NEVER do anything like that to me. *smiles sweetly*&lt;br /&gt;Mike -&gt; Um, ok, I've um, got to, um go. Yeah, go. Speak to you later ok?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Girlfriends, the power was in my hands! And damn did I feel good when he looked sheepishly away! Jess (one of his friends) told me he was really really upset about the whole thing and couldn't believe that he would do something like that to me. Jess, being Jess, apparently asked him whether he still wanted me. And he apparently nearly throttled her screaming "YES!! YES!! Don't you GET IT??!!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Humph. He ain't in my good books at the mo. Unless he does something REALLY nice for my b-day tomorrow, he can forget about me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22194485-114400284197165280?l=vivacious-girl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vivacious-girl.blogspot.com/feeds/114400284197165280/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22194485&amp;postID=114400284197165280' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22194485/posts/default/114400284197165280'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22194485/posts/default/114400284197165280'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vivacious-girl.blogspot.com/2006/04/my-b-day-2moz.html' title='My B-day 2moz!!'/><author><name>Ashley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10105352622971883519</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v626/reign-of-ice/cr.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22194485.post-114331061023998215</id><published>2006-03-25T20:59:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2006-03-25T21:28:39.510+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Is this what we want? ='(</title><content type='html'>I can't take this anymore. For the past 48 hours, my life has been hell. It all passed in a blur of anger, tears and confusion.&lt;br /&gt;All because of one person.&lt;br /&gt;Michael.&lt;br /&gt;So, let's rewind to Friday afternoon, break-time. I was heading towards Tutor Lunch when Jess Robey stopped me and pulled me aside. "So, are you going to the movies tomorrow?" she said. Well, since I didn't know what was going on, I said no. Her eyes went wide and her jaw dropped. "What! Didn't Michael invite you? He's organising the entire thing you know...I'm going and so are some other girls and guys."&lt;br /&gt;In that moment and whilst I was walking towards L.O, I felt everything closing in on me. See, it wasn't the fact that he didn't invite me that bugged me, that I can handle. It was the fact I haven't been out with him for over a month because he's been "too busy" and now I find out he is making compromises for his female friends...that annoyed me. Kenny told me Michael thinks he is "the shit around girls". Ugh. I can't take it!&lt;br /&gt;I'm a low-maintance girlfriend. I don't mind when he see's friends, I don't mind him seeing female friends even but I do start to have a problem when he's seeing them more than he sees me. It hurts. So much.&lt;br /&gt;I always try to will myself to cry over things that hurt me. And the tears usually never come. Well, this time, they came alright. ='(&lt;br /&gt;Deep down, I have a feeling he want's to break up, but is too much of a coward to do it. Doesn't he know I will never do it?&lt;br /&gt;Because when I say I will never hurt him...&lt;br /&gt;I mean it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22194485-114331061023998215?l=vivacious-girl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vivacious-girl.blogspot.com/feeds/114331061023998215/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22194485&amp;postID=114331061023998215' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22194485/posts/default/114331061023998215'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22194485/posts/default/114331061023998215'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vivacious-girl.blogspot.com/2006/03/is-this-what-we-want.html' title='Is this what we want? =&apos;('/><author><name>Ashley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10105352622971883519</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v626/reign-of-ice/cr.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22194485.post-114271134397376480</id><published>2006-03-18T22:33:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2006-03-19T16:20:06.116+03:00</updated><title type='text'>I HAVE RETURNED!!! :P</title><content type='html'>Hahaha...I am back. Missed me? LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Truth is, life has been really REALLY hectic lately...so get ready for a stack of updates!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;** random -&gt; how do you like the new layout?Huge props to Mela for the layout, although I hade to alter it in order to hide the NavBar etc. But still, lekker work my china :P **&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, Mike and I finally went out on a date again - on the 23rd of Feb. We went to see Big Momma's House 2, which was actually really funny, and not cheap as some people have said it is. It was so perfect, and seeing him made everything even better. Sigh...love...&lt;br /&gt;Although, lately, stuff has been rather confusing with Mike. He hasn't smsed me for a week (although he sometimes does that because he's too busy/outta money -_-) and I get the feeling he is worried about me. Well, who wouldn't be? I set the freakin stove on fire on Tuesday I was so effing pived. When I'm around him, I suddenly act kinda cold. I don't know why, I just do! So, for now, I'm just waiting it out, waiting for him to contact me in some form.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;School's been good - I got 98% for my last Biology test, and 100% for my last two History projects. Muhahaha! SUCK-OOON-THAT Kate Shmidt!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So ya *cough splutter hack*. Friends are also OKish... Julia is now on some sort of youghurt diet and is losing SO MUCH unnesecary weight :(. Her and Ash J are irritating the hell outta me. Ash is just so immature and jealous. Ugh...maybe if she had a love life, she'd stop worrying about mine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I got these awesome new jeans - slim fit with a boot leg cut by RT Denim - and a really cute pink and black stripped top by Destroy @ YDE, that hangs slightly off the shoulders (a picture of it is on my webcam to the left). I've been wanting these items of clothing for ages!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img'&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*yawn* I'm kinda tired now, so ya...me is going to go. Wuv ya!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~*~Ash~*~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22194485-114271134397376480?l=vivacious-girl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vivacious-girl.blogspot.com/feeds/114271134397376480/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22194485&amp;postID=114271134397376480' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22194485/posts/default/114271134397376480'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22194485/posts/default/114271134397376480'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vivacious-girl.blogspot.com/2006/03/i-have-returned-p.html' title='I HAVE RETURNED!!! :P'/><author><name>Ashley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10105352622971883519</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v626/reign-of-ice/cr.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22194485.post-114019166160131674</id><published>2006-02-17T18:47:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2006-02-18T10:38:42.496+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Random. Very Random.</title><content type='html'>Well today was stupid/annoying/unbearable/insert angsty word here. So I won't annoy you with a rant on how bloody pissed off I am with life right now. So... here are the differences between guys and girls when it coms to love...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GUYS&lt;br /&gt;When a guy is quiet, he's listening to you&lt;br /&gt;When a guy is not arguing, he realizes he's wrong&lt;br /&gt;When a guy says, "I'm fine, " after a few minutes, he means it&lt;br /&gt;When a guy stares at you, he thinks you're the most beautiful thing in the world&lt;br /&gt;When you're laying your head on a guy's shoulder he has the world&lt;br /&gt;When a guy say he loves you he means it (most of the time)&lt;br /&gt;When a guy says he can't live without you he's with you till you're done&lt;br /&gt;When a guy says, "I miss you" he misses you more than you could have ever missed him or anything else&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GIRLS&lt;br /&gt;When a girl is quiet, millions of things are running through her mind.&lt;br /&gt;When a girl is not arguing, she is thinking deeply.&lt;br /&gt;When a girl answers, "I'm fine, " after a few seconds, she is not at all fine.&lt;br /&gt;When a girl stares at you, she is wondering what she did to deserve someone as amazing as you.&lt;br /&gt;When a girl lays her head on your chest, she is wishing for you to be hers forever.&lt;br /&gt;When a girl says she loves you she means forever.&lt;br /&gt;When a girl says that she can't live without you, she has made up her mind that you are her future.&lt;br /&gt;When a girl says, "I miss you," no one in this world can miss you more than that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yet regardless if you love them, hate them,wish they would die or know that you would die without them ...it matters not. Because once in your life,whatever they were to the world they become everything to you.When you look them in the eyes, traveling tothe depths of their souls and you say a million things without trace of a sound, you know that your own life is inevitable consumed within the rhythmic beatings of their very heart. Given the chance, we would change the world just so they wouldn't have to feel hurt anymore. We love our guys/girls for a million reasons, no paper would do it justice. It is a thing not of the mind but of the heart. A feeling. Only felt.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22194485-114019166160131674?l=vivacious-girl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vivacious-girl.blogspot.com/feeds/114019166160131674/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22194485&amp;postID=114019166160131674' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22194485/posts/default/114019166160131674'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22194485/posts/default/114019166160131674'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vivacious-girl.blogspot.com/2006/02/random-very-random.html' title='Random. Very Random.'/><author><name>Ashley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10105352622971883519</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v626/reign-of-ice/cr.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22194485.post-114010863165407117</id><published>2006-02-16T19:41:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2006-02-16T22:41:20.076+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Boerewors, chakalaka sauce...</title><content type='html'>Well, today was officially random...Ashleigh, Randzo, Lara and I presented our "Living in South Africa 2006" song. We too the "Wake Me Up When September Ends" lyrics and converted them into a very interesting group of lyrics. Our band name is "The Pink Panthers"...random, I know. Mrs. Shreuder really liked our song though. Here are our lyrics:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;u&gt;Wake Me Up When Corruption Ends&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;u&gt;By The Pink Panthers&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Boerewors, chaka-laka sauce&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Taxi drivers think they're driving a Porsche.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Wake me up, when corruption ends *machine gun noises "No More!*&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Jacob Zuma is happy again&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;He just won trial 1 for rape&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Wake me up, when corruption ends *machine gun noises "No More!*&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Look on the bright side, South Africa's great&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;It's better than Bush and the United States&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Wake me up, when corruption ends&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Wake me up, when corruption ends&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Shhhh...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LMAO. =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn't see Mike today...the Grade 8 boys had to go on a litter drive...Eish. Shame. But school all in all was fun. So ya. Oh my word, Alex was all "Amy showed me your boyfriend at swimming yesterday!" =P I just laughed. And Gabi started going on about "And when you guys have children, you must call you son...HARRY!!" Yes. I know. My friends are sick. And very scary.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lara and I had a fight today. All because I so much as told Amy (which I must add is one of Lara's 'closest' friends) about David. Well did she flip. She went on to say how I shouldn't have told them and blah blah blah. Well I'm sorry but I wouldn't have though that Lara would keep stuff like that from the others. We tell her everything. And I mean everything. Why can't she just stop being so paranoid and get the picture? So we were in deadly silence for the next hour. When things loosened up over 2nd break, Ash J had just made a disgusting comment about me and Michael, so I ran up to Lara on our way to class and said "Oh my word, Ash J is sooo sick," Lara frowned and asked why. Well, being completely silly and stupid after my random moment, I just looked at her and giggled. *cough*. Let's just so she was all "Fine, don't tell me then. If you want to say something next time don't bring up the subject and not say it." and marched off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Fine". Bitch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(RANDOM EDIT: OH MY GOSH! I JUST REALISED THAT TODAY IS THE 16TH! MY LUCKY NUMBER! =P)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Sigh* Once again, I better go. It's 6:49 and I've not even started my homework...bye luv ya lots.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22194485-114010863165407117?l=vivacious-girl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vivacious-girl.blogspot.com/feeds/114010863165407117/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22194485&amp;postID=114010863165407117' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22194485/posts/default/114010863165407117'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22194485/posts/default/114010863165407117'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vivacious-girl.blogspot.com/2006/02/boerewors-chakalaka-sauce.html' title='Boerewors, chakalaka sauce...'/><author><name>Ashley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10105352622971883519</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v626/reign-of-ice/cr.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22194485.post-114002363378353152</id><published>2006-02-15T20:00:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2006-02-15T20:13:53.790+03:00</updated><title type='text'>&lt;3</title><content type='html'>Well, I finally saw my boo again :). He is so sweet and cute...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I'll come to that now now. Oh my word, maths was sooo hyper today. Amy was telling me that she saw Mike at waterpolo - and that he pulls up his costume &lt;strong&gt;really&lt;/strong&gt; high :0. Lol, shame man. Give the poor guy a break. Oh yeah, and I had the random idea of naming our calculators (because we get so many answers from them, they may as well have a name :P). Mine is called Bob. So whenever Julia asks me for another answer, I'll just say "Ask Bob, he's clever".  LOL, this might not seem very funny right now, but believe me, at the time it was hilarious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At break I got a message from (guess who) Mike, asking whether I wanted to meet up with him. Well DUUH. Abandoning my friends and my lunch, I ran down to the field and meet up with him :). He was so cute. Except for the fact he had a bit of chip flakes on his cheek but I just pretended I didn't see that. It wasn't our best conversation, us getting distracted by all the people around us. We were both so embarresed so that didn't help either. He told me that he got a bunch of roses from a girl called Sarah Reid. WTF!!!??? Then, low-and-behold, the ugly-faced, fat bitch walks up to us, gives this sickly fake smile and says "Oh Mike, congratulations on getting confirmed (something about waterpolo, i didn't really get it)." Grrr. What utter nerve. Hah, at least I made her jealous. LMAO, that reminds me, as I left him, Sarah L (the good Sarah :)), Di and Gabi walked up with me back to class and they were making such fun of the way I hugged him - coz it's kinda problem, I have to reach up to hug him and he has to reach down. They said I looked like I was praising him... 0_0... weird...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mike attracts so many female admirers, it effing annoys me!&lt;br /&gt;But I still &lt;3 him. So much :).&lt;br /&gt;Sigh...well, I better be off to finish my homework, I've barely even started it. Bye, luvya lots.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22194485-114002363378353152?l=vivacious-girl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vivacious-girl.blogspot.com/feeds/114002363378353152/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22194485&amp;postID=114002363378353152' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22194485/posts/default/114002363378353152'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22194485/posts/default/114002363378353152'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vivacious-girl.blogspot.com/2006/02/3.html' title='&lt;3'/><author><name>Ashley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10105352622971883519</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v626/reign-of-ice/cr.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22194485.post-113994141381211006</id><published>2006-02-14T21:00:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2006-02-14T21:23:33.953+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Valentines Day!!</title><content type='html'>So...it was Valentines today! :) What a day... well, I rocked up at school in my new pink top and jeans (we were allowed to wear civvies for the price of R5) and waited in baited breath for Grade Barraza when they would be handing out the gifts from the boys.&lt;br /&gt;When Barazza finally came...&lt;br /&gt;...well I waited...&lt;br /&gt;...and waited...&lt;br /&gt;...and waited...&lt;br /&gt;...and waited...&lt;br /&gt;and after waiting for the whole of  lunch they finished handing out all of the Val's gifts and I had gotten nothing! Amy and Claudine didn't get anything either - lots of girls didn't - but they haven't been going out with a guy for 2 monthes like me!!! My friends were really kind and gentle on me. When Ashleigh J saw Mike after school at the pool, apparently it went something like this:&lt;br /&gt;Ash J: Mike! So, um, what did you get Ash for Valentines?&lt;br /&gt;Mike: Oh, I got her a card and everything! Didn't she tell you?&lt;br /&gt;Ash J: *cough* Ur, she didn't tell me, because she didn't get &lt;strong&gt;anything&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Mike: *shocked silence* That's terrible! Is she upset?&lt;br /&gt;Ash J: Um, ya. Quite badly.&lt;br /&gt;Mike: Oh no...I'll have to make it up to her!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, at least I know that a guy out there that cared for me this Valentines...when I got home I received this frantic SMS from him that went like this (copied directly, even the typos):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Hey babe!IM SO SORRY ABOUT 2DAY!I BOUGHT A CARD 4 U AND THE DIDNT Deliver it!bt i ll make it up 2 u i swear!i m soz..bt hw was ur day?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aww...how cute is he? He also said that my card I sent him made him smile the whole day. Tehehe. It was such a random card I sent him, I swear to god. I was so hyper on coke the evening. Muhaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yeah - that was my random day. I'm now researching Leonardo Da Vinci, the Rennaisance and Mona Lisa. My sister swears that Leo baby is gay, and that his lover was Sainai (WHAT THE FUCK?) but yeah...random stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah well, I better finish my homework...bye lov ya lots :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22194485-113994141381211006?l=vivacious-girl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vivacious-girl.blogspot.com/feeds/113994141381211006/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22194485&amp;postID=113994141381211006' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22194485/posts/default/113994141381211006'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22194485/posts/default/113994141381211006'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vivacious-girl.blogspot.com/2006/02/valentines-day.html' title='Valentines Day!!'/><author><name>Ashley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10105352622971883519</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v626/reign-of-ice/cr.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22194485.post-113968435180261917</id><published>2006-02-11T21:45:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2006-02-11T21:59:11.810+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Mascara and shopping...</title><content type='html'>Mascara and shopping...goes like fish and chips 0_0 (If you don't get it, don't ask)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOL, well, today was pretty random. This mornind I went grocery shopping with my mom...and I also went clothing shopping, for a top to wear on Valentine's Day. My mom didn't get it. She thinks I have too many tops already. Umm, well, maybe I do have quite a few tops, but er...ahem, well....*cough* I did find a nice top at Foshini - pink with a small circular sown in the front. The only thing that I didn't really like was that it hugs your body and exposes all, including your bra and bra straps!! Since we could only get a certain size, my mom and I will go to the Foshini in Cresta to get a smaller size tomorrow. Anywayz, whilst we were shopping, Lara called and asked if I could come shopping in Sandton with her tonight. I was all like "Oh my freak - hell yeah!" :P Seriously, I needed a night to socialize in Sandton.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So after the shopping I met up with her...on the way Johannesburg experienced such a freak rainstorm. Four wheel drives were getting stuck in the road (under all the water). It was so scary! When we did arrive at Sandton, I randomly shopped around with Lara...I found these really cute heart earrings I'm gonna wear on Val's day. Hehe...we also went to the cinema to watch Big Momma's House 2. It was soooo effing funny! I don't think I've ever heard an audience laugh so hard - especially when "Big Momma" did "her" baywatch run! Good stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yeah it was fun...right now I'm thinking of Ash J, who's probably dancing the night away with Kenny. Oh well. It makes me miss Mike even more. I'll go down to the field for a bit at break to see if I can meet up with him...but I'm going to be a lot more careful now. Strikes are going to start being issued out and the Matrics do NOT like the Grade 8's visiting the guys. Humph...I'll think of a way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(RANDOM THOUGHT: Hehe...I just had a random flashback to tutor lunch yesterday, when Gabi was all "So how's it going, what with your HOT MAN!". LOL, good times...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well. Gah, I best be going to wash my mascara off - and try to destroy these two pimples on my forehead! So cheers, bye =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22194485-113968435180261917?l=vivacious-girl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vivacious-girl.blogspot.com/feeds/113968435180261917/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22194485&amp;postID=113968435180261917' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22194485/posts/default/113968435180261917'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22194485/posts/default/113968435180261917'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vivacious-girl.blogspot.com/2006/02/mascara-and-shopping.html' title='Mascara and shopping...'/><author><name>Ashley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10105352622971883519</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v626/reign-of-ice/cr.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22194485.post-113960274931112536</id><published>2006-02-10T23:11:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2006-02-11T10:34:31.680+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Fridays rock.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Heck yeah. Fridays rock. SO HARD! :P Hehe...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;My friends were all "Why aren't you going to the St. John's Valentines Social?" I just laughed. I partially didn't want to go because last weekend's Brescia social...well...lets just say it was reeaally dodgey...which put me off. The other reason was that, if I did go, I would have gone with Mike but he is St. Stithians...now anyone who lives in Gauteng should know that St. John's boys and St Stithian's boys have MAJOR disputes. Sooo, right now, at this time, Ash J will probably be slow-dancing the night away with Kendrick at the social tomorrow whilst I am sitting here all on my lonesome...wah. Mike's away on an Aquatics tour anyway (and so is Amy and Julia. I warned them to back off...I've enough to deal with, regarding those sluts at Rodean and Brescia falling all over him ). I'll have to live without his cute SMS's for the next two days. Aww well... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;So, school went good today...I finally managed to hand in my Val's card (well, I gave it to Candy who gave it to Cass who supposidly gave it in to the Grade 11's who are chauffering the Val's gifts across to the boys' side...) and I also got my President's Award forms from Ms. Colyn. The President's Award is the same as &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;the Duke of Edinburgh Award in other countries I think...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;After school Lara and I went to Rodean to play squash...her playing U14 and me playing flippin' U15 - rank two on the ladder I might add! Wow...I don't think I've ever felt so out of my league. Only one ranking above me was Nicole, a flipping South African squash player!!! And then there's little me...a little U14 who they thought was good enough to put in the U15 team who, I might add, isn't even a Gauteng player. Overall, I got 5 points for my first game, 1 for my next and 1 for my last :P. My opponent was hectically good. Seriously though, those Rodean girls knew how to serve and whip ass. Lara scored even less than me - 0 for her first game, 2 for her next and 1 for her last. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Hehe...Lara and I have such an evil theroy...that's Rodean girls are anno and on steroids. Call us mean, but the coach is a pusher and those girls never smile. Stupid cows...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Anyways, before I leave you, this is a little something I found on the internet a while back...I find it so true:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://i17.photobucket.com/albums/b73/alwayssexysara/Valerie.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22194485-113960274931112536?l=vivacious-girl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vivacious-girl.blogspot.com/feeds/113960274931112536/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22194485&amp;postID=113960274931112536' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22194485/posts/default/113960274931112536'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22194485/posts/default/113960274931112536'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vivacious-girl.blogspot.com/2006/02/fridays-rock.html' title='Fridays rock.'/><author><name>Ashley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10105352622971883519</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v626/reign-of-ice/cr.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22194485.post-113949303887195799</id><published>2006-02-09T16:44:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2006-02-09T18:35:37.463+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Whoo...new blog :P</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Hey y'all :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Highschool... wow, what a change! Thing is, that's what our year-group needed. Some of us had basically grown up with each other for the past 9 years. Call it a close-bonding, a sisterhood, but in my opinion? Everyone was crawling up everyone's nerves. In Grade 7, the classes were so small and tight that, if you had just started going out with a guy, the entire grade would know in under 4 hours of you finalizing it! Scary innit?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Now, in Grade 8, there are so many new faces...with so many different backgrounds. I've been able to mantain my old friendships and make so many new ones. Thinking back on those anxious nights thinking about high-school, I laugh. Human nature immediately recognizes change as something terrible, when really it isn't.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;*sigh* Anyway, my day was good today...besides the fact I didn't get to see Michael and I'm missing him terribly! This whole relationship thing is so new to me...I dunno whether I should ask to see him or whether that would be seen as a "no-no" in the Rules of Dating. Then again, it could be giving the message to him that I'm disinterested. I saw him on Monday and Tuesday at break and then he stopped asking to see me. Maybe he thinks that HE is coming across too strong? Gah...next time I DO see him I'll discuss which breaks we'll meet up. You see, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Mike is one of those rare guys - with the looks and without the major ego! Apparently girls were falling all over him at the social and he pushed them off saying "Girls, I'm taken." =). See why I love him?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Ahem, well, moving off the subject of boys - for now. At school we got our marks back for the Maths, English and Science cycle tests. I was overjoyed with the results - Maths was 48 out of 49 (98%), English was 22.5 out of 25 (90%) and Science was 44 out of 45 (can't remember percent right now). The girl who received the bursary actually bombed out on all these tests...Claudine and I couldn't help but get hectically annoyed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;(RANDOM: I can't wait till Valentines! Sorry, I just had to say that. I'm giving Mike a very cool card that I wrote a lot of nice stuff down in it. Wonder what he's getting me... I have a feeling something is going to happen...something good! 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