<?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-965724216966570217</id><updated>2011-08-15T02:10:03.910+10:00</updated><title type='text'>My Atonement.</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aerodyanamite.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/965724216966570217/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aerodyanamite.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Storm Rider</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00915837028641444641</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_TiKIa0Cc_rs/R9ZQzyDx5zI/AAAAAAAAAAg/zP40OiLQ84M/S220/bigbird.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>73</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-965724216966570217.post-800522163183856056</id><published>2010-04-23T17:20:00.001+10:00</published><updated>2010-04-23T17:21:36.544+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Sharp Dressed Scissors.</title><content type='html'>Finally got that new motherboard, and some new speakers. Problem is, because my new motherboard chipset is radically different to my old one, Windows 7 is being having a cry over the incorrect drivers and refusing to start up correctly. Re-install - here I come.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later, though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So it's a 4 day weekend and I have no idea what I want to do with my time. LAN party at Epping? No thanks, I was too busy buying motherboards. Plus, my parents would kill me if I went out and gamed for 8 hours in a single day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of which, it's amazing how little appeal gaming has to me nowadays. Sure, I still play those shitty flash games for like 10 minutes, and then there are those multiplayer flash online games (omgpop, anyone?) that were fun during the holidays....but that's it. I remember when I would count down the days until I could *cough*&lt;i&gt;buy&lt;/i&gt;*cough* the new Guitar Hero or Grand Theft Auto but now whenever something comes out all I can think is "that would be fun to play" *resumes doing whatever I was doing before*. I'm not exactly sure why, but I've narrowed it down to these two reasons.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;Gaming is not only a dying art, but developers have run out of ideas and there's nothing that hasn't been done 43205 times already.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I'm growing up.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;div&gt;I think and fear it's the latter. Not that it's not what I want, but all the same it still kind of worries me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I'm off to go backup some files or something now. Leave comments ("on what?" I don't know) in the Cbox thanks. :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/965724216966570217-800522163183856056?l=aerodyanamite.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aerodyanamite.blogspot.com/feeds/800522163183856056/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=965724216966570217&amp;postID=800522163183856056' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/965724216966570217/posts/default/800522163183856056'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/965724216966570217/posts/default/800522163183856056'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aerodyanamite.blogspot.com/2010/04/sharp-dressed-scissors.html' title='Sharp Dressed Scissors.'/><author><name>Storm Rider</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00915837028641444641</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_TiKIa0Cc_rs/R9ZQzyDx5zI/AAAAAAAAAAg/zP40OiLQ84M/S220/bigbird.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-965724216966570217.post-2347913403982446085</id><published>2010-04-20T22:31:00.003+10:00</published><updated>2010-10-05T23:32:06.955+11:00</updated><title type='text'>hooray.</title><content type='html'>I finally ordered my MP3 player (http://bit.ly/182rfN) and a set of Kalana-brand earphones to boot. I look forward to getting a new motherboard so I have access to my music, meaning my MP3 player won't just become an ugly paperweight. Which reminds me, I have this paperweight my aunt gave me. It is made out of glass and has an eagle on it, and when you turn the....knob? on the bottom is starts flashing blue and red. Tangents hooray.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;IN OTHER NEWS:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;There is none.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;....Apart from exams. I'm pretty happy with all my results bar maths and chemistry. I thought Chemistry was my best subject (actually my worst), but by the looks of Physics is now my best. This is not how it was meant to work out -_-.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Holidays were pretty boring/relaxing. &lt;a href="http://caffeinatedprocrastination.blogspot.com/"&gt;Sneha's&lt;/a&gt; b'day party was pretty good - watched Pineapple Express which I thought was awesome. If you want to know more about it just go read her blog. Yeli's party was great, too. Arrived there a few hours late but now I know thaatttt....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;I am terrible at table tennis.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I really want to buy the board game "Risk".&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div&gt;Bleargh. There are so many things I want to buy, but I have so little funds. Ideas for jobs, anyone?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh, over the holidays I got hooked onto NCIS (shoot me). Just cheap thrills, really. Always follows the same formula.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;Normal day, team doing their duties.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Someone dies.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Suspects/witnesses deny any affiliation with victim and/or his/her death.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Evidence collected/examined.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Problems with evidence collected (i.e. need better equipment/need more evidence)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;SUSPENSE. In the form of infiltration/shootout/negotiating with psycho.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Plot twist as it is revealed that it was the suspect's relative/mentor/friend who was the murderer.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;div&gt;Toss in unresolved sexual tension, witty remarks and the odd twist to the plot twist and you have NCIS. Great stuff. /s&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/965724216966570217-2347913403982446085?l=aerodyanamite.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aerodyanamite.blogspot.com/feeds/2347913403982446085/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=965724216966570217&amp;postID=2347913403982446085' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/965724216966570217/posts/default/2347913403982446085'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/965724216966570217/posts/default/2347913403982446085'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aerodyanamite.blogspot.com/2010/04/hooray.html' title='hooray.'/><author><name>Storm Rider</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00915837028641444641</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_TiKIa0Cc_rs/R9ZQzyDx5zI/AAAAAAAAAAg/zP40OiLQ84M/S220/bigbird.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-965724216966570217.post-4791574950992962009</id><published>2010-04-03T21:27:00.004+11:00</published><updated>2010-04-03T23:36:33.297+11:00</updated><title type='text'>MP3 Player Hunt.</title><content type='html'>I switched to FM radio for the first time in ages, and listened for a while. I felt pretty out of touch, especially when they'd give the name of a song that had just played. It's kind of a "oohhhhh, so &lt;i&gt;that's&lt;/i&gt; who/what everyone has been talking about." I remember the same thing happening at last year's formal, just continuous facepalm for me. Hmmm, I'm pretty sure I have only listened to like, 5 of Lady Gaga's songs in total [EDIT: Apparently Lady Gaga's only released 7 songs in total. Let's go with the one's I can name off the top of my head - Just Dance, Pokerface, Bad Romance, annddd. ummmm. Yeah, so that brings it down to 3]. That's how out of touch I am with mainstream. I'm considering getting back into the RnB scene, but still a bit hesitant. =/&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's not just music. Movies, too. I don't download/watch movies at all these days, nor do I actually go to the cinema often. Apart from Wednesday (The Hurt Locker), I think the last time I went to the movies was.....months ago? Well it was to watch &lt;i&gt;Up&lt;/i&gt;, and I don't remember how long ago that was. Oh, I still haven't watched &lt;i&gt;Avatar&lt;/i&gt;. Yeah, it's that "bad". Although these holidays should change things, I plan on going out a lot more. :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So it's been I think, what, 2 weeks now without my computer? It is just sitting there open, with the (now useless) motherboard collecting dust. I should take it apart, and I should &lt;b&gt;definitely&lt;/b&gt; clean out the fans at some point (it's actually kind of disgusting if you look at it long enough), but hey, that can all be done as soon as I get a new motherboard. I think I might be doing that...tomorrow? Might want to know what model I'm getting before I actually walk into the store, though.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;On another note, I'm also looking for an MP3 player that &lt;i&gt;isn't&lt;/i&gt; an iPod. Why? I have things against Apple in general, and I think that anything apart from the iPod Touch is overpriced. I admit it's been difficult to find something that beats and iPod in price:functionality BUT I'm getting there. I'm looking for something with expandable memory, just so it's easier to transfer music/increase capacity whenever I want. Suggestions, anyone?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Played tennis with Owen today, it was fun. Started raining at some points. Not much else to say. Notetoself: Get better tennis balls.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh also, interesting article:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Man Arrested at LHC; Claims he is from the future"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://crave.cnet.co.uk/gadgets/0,39029552,49305387,00.htm"&gt;http://crave.cnet.co.uk/gadgets/0,39029552,49305387,00.htm&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;FTA:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-"Mr Cole was attempting to disrupt by stopping supplies of Mountain Dew to the experiment's vending machines."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- ""Countries do no exist where I am from. The discovery of the Higgs Boson led to limitless power, elimination of poverty and Kit-Kats for everyone. It is a communist chocolate hellhole and I'm here to stop it ever happening."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Pretty funny article (yes, I know it is an April Fools joke). And just a thought, if he DID manage to travel back in time, that must mean that his mission as in vain, because the fact that he NEEDS to complete this mission means that the future will exist anyway. Ok, now that I read that it doesn't make much sense, but you know what I'm trying to say.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;andthisisthepointwherethepostends.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/965724216966570217-4791574950992962009?l=aerodyanamite.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aerodyanamite.blogspot.com/feeds/4791574950992962009/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=965724216966570217&amp;postID=4791574950992962009' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/965724216966570217/posts/default/4791574950992962009'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/965724216966570217/posts/default/4791574950992962009'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aerodyanamite.blogspot.com/2010/04/mp3-player-hunt.html' title='MP3 Player Hunt.'/><author><name>Storm Rider</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00915837028641444641</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_TiKIa0Cc_rs/R9ZQzyDx5zI/AAAAAAAAAAg/zP40OiLQ84M/S220/bigbird.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-965724216966570217.post-7139410160922892279</id><published>2010-03-30T21:06:00.004+11:00</published><updated>2010-03-30T22:25:46.923+11:00</updated><title type='text'>Google Chrome.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Google Chrome, I am disappoint.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I tried signing into blogger just then and hey look what happened -__-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TiKIa0Cc_rs/S7HNzsd6XYI/AAAAAAAAAGk/x8I5V_srtdM/s1600/wat.PNG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 250px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TiKIa0Cc_rs/S7HNzsd6XYI/AAAAAAAAAGk/x8I5V_srtdM/s400/wat.PNG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5454366911716023682" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I don't know. This laptop is messed up. Also, ignore the random black box in the centre of the screen,  whenever Torus Trooper is open it's also there. Don't know why, don't particularly care.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So exams, don't really want to talk about it, but they're over. I swear, the last 1 and a half weeks have been the longest ever. I really don't want to go through another 3 (4?). But, it is pretty fun, just hanging around at school, not having to go to any classes and just study (read: mess around [sometimes]) with friends. I don't know, I just found the gap between exams in school really relaxing. Yeah, love/hate relationship with exam period. Should work out brilliantly.  8-)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So tomorrow I'm either going to the city orrrr going to towers for Hurt Locker. I cannot decide.  One thing I'm sure of is that I'm not going to school....no wait I will be. Probably. I think.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;[/Pointless blogpost.]&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-EDIT-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This doesn't deserve a new post, so I'll toss it in here.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm watching 'Man Made Marvels' on the Discovery Channel at the moment (it is &lt;b&gt;so&lt;/b&gt; weird to be watching TV after so long) and this show is so great. I swear I will never underestimate the effort that goes into a building a bridge ever again.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/965724216966570217-7139410160922892279?l=aerodyanamite.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aerodyanamite.blogspot.com/feeds/7139410160922892279/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=965724216966570217&amp;postID=7139410160922892279' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/965724216966570217/posts/default/7139410160922892279'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/965724216966570217/posts/default/7139410160922892279'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aerodyanamite.blogspot.com/2010/03/google-chrome.html' title='Google Chrome.'/><author><name>Storm Rider</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00915837028641444641</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_TiKIa0Cc_rs/R9ZQzyDx5zI/AAAAAAAAAAg/zP40OiLQ84M/S220/bigbird.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TiKIa0Cc_rs/S7HNzsd6XYI/AAAAAAAAAGk/x8I5V_srtdM/s72-c/wat.PNG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-965724216966570217.post-3731929233838646795</id><published>2010-03-27T20:18:00.006+11:00</published><updated>2010-03-27T22:26:12.044+11:00</updated><title type='text'>Lockdown.</title><content type='html'>Having One Winged Angel stuck in my head whilst proving Trig identities makes me feel like I can take over the world with my mathematical skills.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yeah.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Also I thought of a cool phrase when I was outside hanging up the washing today, "&lt;u&gt;Rage Helmet&lt;/u&gt;". I have no idea what made me think of it, and I don't really know what it means. I just think it sounds kind of cool. Actually, the more I think about it the less awesome it becomes.  :/&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;What else? Oh, my motherboard died; the capacitors burst and started leaking out this acidic liquid. So this cuts off all access to my music and I'm stuck on this laptop which doesn't let me install the audio drivers.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;oh hey it's Earth Hour/Facebook Hour now. *unplugs laptop power*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You know that thing that people do where they ask for their readers to post a comment on their blog, just so they know that they have readers? Yeah, I never listen. Not because I don't want to or can't be bothered posting, but because...well...I'm not sure. But yeah, I'm sorry for never posting in the cbox or whatever, but to make up for it here's a list of blogs I check regularly (meaning once every 1 or 2 days). These are in no particular order, just off the top of my head.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;s2-sg.blogspot.com&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;s-and-u.blogspot.com&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;riff-raff-ragamuffins.blogspot.com&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;caffeinatedprocrastination.blogspot.com&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;nightdaymorning.blogspot.com&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;katielikescricket.blogspot.com (TONIA IS SO SO SUPERCOOL [enough of a special mention?])&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;sociallyawkwardpenguins.blogspot.com&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;jennyslittlewang.blogspot.com&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;sticky.junkyardofcode.net&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;midnightfire.net.au&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;yippie-kai-yay.blogspot.com&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;ohmanIjustrealisedhowmanyblogsthereare&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;traang.blogspot.com&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;qwerty-ness.blogspot.com&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;scattersparks.blogspot.com&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;thedoublepump.blogspot.com&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2arabesque.blogspot.com&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;mango-peaches-lollipops.blogspot.com&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;atfirstsightmarksonesdestiny.blogspot.com&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And there's more but they're either dead or I remember they exist once every few months.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You know, now that I've listed all those out I realise I probably don't check all of them at the same time. Bottom line is that, yes, I read them and I find them entertaining (most of the time). Keep posting, people.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;On that note, this blog's going private and only a select few will be able to read it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Do you want to know how to become one of them?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;ASK TO BE ONE.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I honestly don't care who you are, where you live, what your favourite colour is, etcetc. Just tell me that you want to be on the allowed list and I'll make sure you end up on it. :D When you tell me though, I'll need an email address too, I think. So yeah, just tell me over MSN,  in person, in the CBox, FB or whatever. You have two weeks to find and tell me - plenty of time.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm not entirely sure why I want this thing to go private but I've decided on it anyway. Also, this isn't a guarantee that there will be more posts, because as I've shown in the past I can't uphold a promise when it comes to blogging. However, expect a guitar cover to be posted sometime during the holidays (so that's one thing, I suppose).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hmm. That's all.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/965724216966570217-3731929233838646795?l=aerodyanamite.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aerodyanamite.blogspot.com/feeds/3731929233838646795/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=965724216966570217&amp;postID=3731929233838646795' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/965724216966570217/posts/default/3731929233838646795'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/965724216966570217/posts/default/3731929233838646795'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aerodyanamite.blogspot.com/2010/03/lockdown.html' title='Lockdown.'/><author><name>Storm Rider</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00915837028641444641</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_TiKIa0Cc_rs/R9ZQzyDx5zI/AAAAAAAAAAg/zP40OiLQ84M/S220/bigbird.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-965724216966570217.post-7720158296164532092</id><published>2010-01-29T20:58:00.002+11:00</published><updated>2010-01-29T21:01:37.272+11:00</updated><title type='text'>Dashboard.</title><content type='html'>&lt;i&gt;Well, it would've been, &lt;/i&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;Could've been,&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;Worse than you would ever know.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;Oh, the dashboard melted, but we still have the radio.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/965724216966570217-7720158296164532092?l=aerodyanamite.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aerodyanamite.blogspot.com/feeds/7720158296164532092/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=965724216966570217&amp;postID=7720158296164532092' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/965724216966570217/posts/default/7720158296164532092'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/965724216966570217/posts/default/7720158296164532092'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aerodyanamite.blogspot.com/2010/01/dashboard.html' title='Dashboard.'/><author><name>Storm Rider</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00915837028641444641</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_TiKIa0Cc_rs/R9ZQzyDx5zI/AAAAAAAAAAg/zP40OiLQ84M/S220/bigbird.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-965724216966570217.post-1248540657044320313</id><published>2010-01-26T14:35:00.006+11:00</published><updated>2010-01-26T16:06:51.984+11:00</updated><title type='text'>Our Bovine Republic.</title><content type='html'>The Cribs are excellent.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;That is all.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;[&lt;i&gt;EDIT&lt;/i&gt;]&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;............&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Alright, the threat of Sticky disowning me over the brevity of this post was enough to make me lengthen it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So, uhh. School in 2 days. I am v. excited. I have bought everything I need. Except for a pair of pants. Pants. Need pants. I have been looking for the last week and a half, and I still cannot find a pair of not-too-expensive pants. So it looks like that I won't be wearing pants to school this year but, as I have said many times before - if this weather keeps up I will not mind not wearing any. Although I'm pretty sure others would.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I decided it was high time to expand my music collection a couple of days ago, and as a result of many downloads, I came to the conclusion that I really like the Cribs. (Y) Go have a listen or something if you're really bored. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I still haven't watched Avatar. O_O&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And I still don't have pants.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Alright I think this much will keep Sticky happy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Bai.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;P.S. &lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;I&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt; &lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;STILL HAVEN'T DECIDED BETWEEN MODERN HISTORY OR PHYSICS. &lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ideas as to which one to pick are much appreciated, so please leave them in the comments.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;PLEASE.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/965724216966570217-1248540657044320313?l=aerodyanamite.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aerodyanamite.blogspot.com/feeds/1248540657044320313/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=965724216966570217&amp;postID=1248540657044320313' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/965724216966570217/posts/default/1248540657044320313'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/965724216966570217/posts/default/1248540657044320313'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aerodyanamite.blogspot.com/2010/01/our-bovine-republic.html' title='Our Bovine Republic.'/><author><name>Storm Rider</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00915837028641444641</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_TiKIa0Cc_rs/R9ZQzyDx5zI/AAAAAAAAAAg/zP40OiLQ84M/S220/bigbird.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-965724216966570217.post-772820156019260112</id><published>2010-01-13T12:58:00.006+11:00</published><updated>2010-01-13T22:10:05.270+11:00</updated><title type='text'>Heaven Knows.</title><content type='html'>Blahblahblah "This Man" is a viral marketing strategy by some Italian company for a movie released in 2010 titled "This Man". Blahblah use online tool to find who owns the site blahblahblah nothing interesting really, in hindsight.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;u&gt;Things I Have Done These Holidays&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Play games&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Have people over.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Practise guitar.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Listen to lots of RA, Daft Punk, Franz Ferdinand, Modest Mouse, The Wombats etcetc.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Go to the beach.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Go to the Gold Coast&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Sit in front of the computer.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Start and finish GTA: Chinatown Wars.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Finish Borderlands.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Read books.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Have interesting conversations over Twitter (twittersations :P)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Neglect blog.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Join new &lt;a href="http://home-sweet-hole.blogspot.com/"&gt;blog&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Bought school books.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Gone out.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;u&gt;Thing I have &lt;b&gt;not&lt;/b&gt; done these holidays:&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;WATCH AVATAR.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Buy thinner guitar picks.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div&gt;Probably should get around to that soon.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I guess I'm kind of excited over the prospect of year11. Am looking foward to getting to know the rest of the grade better, and that will be made easier thanks to new classes. Oh, and I still don't know whether I'm doing Modern History of Physics. Leave comments on side to help me decide.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So, Google Chrome extensions. They're pretty fun. Finally got a half decent adblocker, which is ironic, seeing as Google relies heavily on ads to generate revenue. But apart from the adblocker and a Twitter client, there's nothing else too useful. Eh, it's still in Beta (the version of Chrome which supports extensions), I'll wait for the full version release.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;(Hahahahahahaha).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh yeah, formal. I really enjoyed it. It was awesome seeing almost everyone in the grade go all-out when dancing. Apart from that I really can't remember much else. Also, ugh, I was woken up early the next morning to go to my sister's recognition assembly. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Eh, I managed to stay awake. Most of the time.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Also hey it is 2010. There goes those cool glasses with the two "0"'s in the centre. You know what I'm talking about. Best part of the last decade, in my opinion. Technically, the new decade doesn't begin until 2011, but hey, I don't think it makes much of a difference to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Uhh. I've got nothing else now. Here are my favourite lyrics from RA (Song: Heaven Knows). Also, the guitar riffs in this breakdown are pretty cool too. Should learn to play them sometime. Right after I learn to control MY GODDAM PINKY.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;And I close my eyes as the curtains drop,&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;I thought I heard your voice,&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;But I thought wrong.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;'Cause you're not there anymore.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;No, you're not there anymore.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;And so lift my chin as the show goes on,&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;The sky glistening,&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;The stars all sing along.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;But you're not there anymore,&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;I just can't care anymore.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Rise Against, terribly singing awesome lyrics since.....uh.....2001.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/965724216966570217-772820156019260112?l=aerodyanamite.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aerodyanamite.blogspot.com/feeds/772820156019260112/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=965724216966570217&amp;postID=772820156019260112' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/965724216966570217/posts/default/772820156019260112'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/965724216966570217/posts/default/772820156019260112'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aerodyanamite.blogspot.com/2010/01/heaven-knows.html' title='Heaven Knows.'/><author><name>Storm Rider</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00915837028641444641</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_TiKIa0Cc_rs/R9ZQzyDx5zI/AAAAAAAAAAg/zP40OiLQ84M/S220/bigbird.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-965724216966570217.post-2852220512553022800</id><published>2009-10-31T20:07:00.005+11:00</published><updated>2009-10-31T20:45:44.065+11:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>So pretty much after listening to Modest Mouse's album, &lt;i&gt;Good News For People Who Love Bad News&lt;/i&gt;, all of yesterday and most of today I suddenly have the urge to own and learn bass guitar. This is in addition to my want/need of an acoustic guitar. &lt;i&gt;Swing Life Away &lt;/i&gt; sounds really awkard on electric, as well as any other acoustic songs.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But yay, my mum says I can get one the next time she sees one (an acoustic).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;s&gt;Ughh. Have a massive headache and I really couldn't care less about this particular post&lt;/s&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;s&gt;*Publishes post*&lt;/s&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="text-decoration: line-through;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Actually, yes I can.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I came across something pretty creepy last night. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://thisman.org/"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;http://thisman.org/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Visit the site, read it all. I'll tell you the story behind the whole thing in my next post (which will be soon, I imagine).&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's pretty weird stuff, and the longer you look at the face (it's nothing scary, really), the creepier it gets.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yeah, now I can't be bothered with this post any longer.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Goodbye.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/965724216966570217-2852220512553022800?l=aerodyanamite.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aerodyanamite.blogspot.com/feeds/2852220512553022800/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=965724216966570217&amp;postID=2852220512553022800' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/965724216966570217/posts/default/2852220512553022800'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/965724216966570217/posts/default/2852220512553022800'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aerodyanamite.blogspot.com/2009/10/so-pretty-much-after-listening-to.html' title=''/><author><name>Storm Rider</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00915837028641444641</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_TiKIa0Cc_rs/R9ZQzyDx5zI/AAAAAAAAAAg/zP40OiLQ84M/S220/bigbird.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-965724216966570217.post-7113385315456435116</id><published>2009-10-26T19:17:00.001+11:00</published><updated>2009-10-26T19:17:35.717+11:00</updated><title type='text'>BETA POST 1</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="text-decoration: underline; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;BETA POST 1.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;"You are a tool to people you do not know/like . You have this whole split personality thing going on, one side of which involves a "holier-than-thou" attitude which is directed to people you aren't actively friends with."&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I had a conversation with someone where they were pointing out how I act sometimes (see quote above). Umm. I know I do it, and I do try to stop myself sometimes - but I didn't know that it was too serious.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The funny thing is (and I know it's cliched but) - I am/have become one of the few things I [genuinely] hate.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Or have I?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm not sure.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;[dated 02/09/09 ( - Odd, the conversation mentioned above seemed like such a long time ago.) You know, the more I read this, the more I realise how truthful it actually is.]&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/965724216966570217-7113385315456435116?l=aerodyanamite.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aerodyanamite.blogspot.com/feeds/7113385315456435116/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=965724216966570217&amp;postID=7113385315456435116' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/965724216966570217/posts/default/7113385315456435116'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/965724216966570217/posts/default/7113385315456435116'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aerodyanamite.blogspot.com/2009/10/beta-post-1.html' title='BETA POST 1'/><author><name>Storm Rider</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00915837028641444641</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_TiKIa0Cc_rs/R9ZQzyDx5zI/AAAAAAAAAAg/zP40OiLQ84M/S220/bigbird.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-965724216966570217.post-3722856694263214773</id><published>2009-10-24T23:20:00.007+11:00</published><updated>2009-10-25T00:04:28.487+11:00</updated><title type='text'>Look who's back?</title><content type='html'>Yeah.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I know what you're all thinking. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Now be quiet and read.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The reason why I haven't deleted this blog (unlike some&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; *cough*&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Karan&lt;/span&gt;*cough*Lawrence*cough* people) is because well, I kind of like looking back at it. It's just interesting flicking through the archives and looking at how much (or how little, depending on your perspective) I've changed. Also, I have put a lot of effort into this, and I am not going to obliterate it with a couple of clicks.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway, enough of that stuff.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Just to let you know, I nicked Stuart's idea of beta blogging. It involves taking unfinished drafts of posts and publishing them, with a comment below. I think my first beta post will be something people should know about, just so you know how much of a turd I can be sometimes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Aha. Turd.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Uhhhh&lt;/span&gt;. Exams are over? &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Yippe&lt;/span&gt;, I guess. Or something.  I don't know. I'm pretty sure I didn't do spectacularly in any of them, and I know I will be disappointed when I find out my results aren't as good as my half-&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;yearly's&lt;/span&gt; from this year (which was my best report ever).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;OH OH OH!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Over the holidays, I started gaming a little again (bad &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Niro&lt;/span&gt;, bad), and to be more specific, I was playing S.T.A.L.K.E.R. : Shadow of Chernobyl. It's a pretty good shooter game, and there were a couple of nights where I would play it until 12am (late for me). But I'm not here to retell my gaming habits.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Some other blogs (&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;SG&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;SnU&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;RRR&lt;/span&gt; and Aaron) have been discussing dreams they've had about school. Well, I had this one dream about school after one of my late night gaming sessions. It wasn't really pleasant.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I was in C-Block, and I was carrying this gun, the &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Dragunov_sniper_rifle"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;Dragunov&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;, and basically - I killed people. Don't ask me who. All I remember is that if you moved, I fired, and you died. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;Indiscriminatory&lt;/span&gt; murder, I think the term is called. Correct me, someone. Also, it was really stupid of me to use a sniper rifle in an area with less than 25m range. :S&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I bet that's a bit more exciting than all the dreams/nightmares about exams.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Also, I love being back at school. And although I may not show it sometimes, it really is brilliant seeing everyone again.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I've got a lot more to post about, but it can wait.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway, I'm off to conduct some murder.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;In my dreams, of course.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/965724216966570217-3722856694263214773?l=aerodyanamite.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aerodyanamite.blogspot.com/feeds/3722856694263214773/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=965724216966570217&amp;postID=3722856694263214773' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/965724216966570217/posts/default/3722856694263214773'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/965724216966570217/posts/default/3722856694263214773'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aerodyanamite.blogspot.com/2009/10/look-whos-back.html' title='Look who&apos;s back?'/><author><name>Storm Rider</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00915837028641444641</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_TiKIa0Cc_rs/R9ZQzyDx5zI/AAAAAAAAAAg/zP40OiLQ84M/S220/bigbird.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-965724216966570217.post-6749599073729165606</id><published>2009-08-31T19:47:00.002+10:00</published><updated>2009-08-31T19:48:14.112+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Yumyumyum.</title><content type='html'>&lt;!--StartFragment--&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(7:46:24 PM) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;$ticky:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; &lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;This Yogo reminds me of mucus.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#204a87;"&gt;(7:46:29 PM) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#204a87;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Niro:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; &lt;span&gt;AHAHAHA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(7:46:31 PM) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;$ticky:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; &lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;I don't know why I continue to eat it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Deee-licous.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/965724216966570217-6749599073729165606?l=aerodyanamite.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aerodyanamite.blogspot.com/feeds/6749599073729165606/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=965724216966570217&amp;postID=6749599073729165606' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/965724216966570217/posts/default/6749599073729165606'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/965724216966570217/posts/default/6749599073729165606'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aerodyanamite.blogspot.com/2009/08/yumyumyum.html' title='Yumyumyum.'/><author><name>Storm Rider</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00915837028641444641</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_TiKIa0Cc_rs/R9ZQzyDx5zI/AAAAAAAAAAg/zP40OiLQ84M/S220/bigbird.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-965724216966570217.post-8353102117240972222</id><published>2009-08-26T16:57:00.004+10:00</published><updated>2009-08-26T17:56:04.903+10:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-family:'Times New Roman';"&gt;&lt;div style="border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 3px; padding-right: 3px; padding-bottom: 3px; padding-left: 3px; width: auto; font: normal normal normal 100%/normal Georgia, serif; text-align: left; "&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;(Thankyou, Aaron for the comment. It's nice to know people still read this).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://tbn3.google.com/images?q=tbn:NfI7UgBIo4WsbM:http://blogs.villagevoice.com/runninscared/guy.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I might buy that mask soon. And then go RickRoll the Church of Scientology. &gt;_&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Sport today was fun. Drew the hockey semis so we didn't make it into the finals, so today it was just "spectating" the other sports. And so we did. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Sort of.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Piranivan, Kapilan, Arnav, Kenneth (? - Yeah, he's not part of the hockey team but he missed his walking group or something) and I all went off the drama room for BALLROOM DANCING. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;It was pretty fun. There was Kapilan always making sexist/vulgar    comments/movements, ("When do we start thrusting?") and Mr. Wong trying to make him shut up. Aha, Mr. Wong. He is such an awesome guy. He was all like "Oh, you've all grown up now. Very tall." =D. And he was very nice about having us there, I think he liked having more than one guy (Aaron) in the group. But a couple of  cha-cha's later, we decided to leave because, well - actually, I'm not sure why we left. I just followed Piranivan and Arnav. =S&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Spent the rest of the sport talking to people in other schools. They're a nice bunch. Sometimes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Also, English Enrichment was interesting. Went through an essay in the first session, then in the second session, we looked at an article on &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Catcher in the Rye&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt; by  Mr. Salinger. I've read the book, and I liked it. And somehow we were discussing whether Holden Caulfield's view on the world (which is that everyone is fake, and you can't trust anyone - generally the world sucks) was correct or not. I can't help but agree with him. I'm not going to go into detail about what my personal beliefs are (kind of ironic, I think, because after all - this is &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;my&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt; blog) but what Kevin's (Liang) interpretation of a perfect world is.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;My friend Kevin believes that the perfect world is one which has a balance of good and bad. I'm not sure whether he had anything else to add to that, but that's all he said. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Now, if there was a balance between the said "good" and "bad", wouldn't there be people constantly trying to tip the scales? It is near impossible to keep balance to this world. If there's "bad" still in this world, isn't there a reason to get rid of it? And if there's a reason, people will take action.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;----&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Just a thought. Not a very well organised one, but a thought all the same.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/965724216966570217-8353102117240972222?l=aerodyanamite.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aerodyanamite.blogspot.com/feeds/8353102117240972222/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=965724216966570217&amp;postID=8353102117240972222' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/965724216966570217/posts/default/8353102117240972222'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/965724216966570217/posts/default/8353102117240972222'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aerodyanamite.blogspot.com/2009/08/thankyou-aaron-for-comment.html' title=''/><author><name>Storm Rider</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00915837028641444641</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_TiKIa0Cc_rs/R9ZQzyDx5zI/AAAAAAAAAAg/zP40OiLQ84M/S220/bigbird.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-965724216966570217.post-1465519722043508400</id><published>2009-08-25T16:21:00.004+10:00</published><updated>2009-08-25T16:55:08.982+10:00</updated><title type='text'>RUNNING THROUGH THE MONSOON.</title><content type='html'>The more comments I get the more I want to post, I guess. Thankyou, Dietrich.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm thinking of writing something. I'm not sure what though. Maybe a not-so-short story or like make a film or like mini thesis or something. I'm not too sure. Anyone got ideas? At the moment I'm keeping note of little things that happen during the day, in hope that they will give me an idea of sort. Brainstorming is kind of fun, apart from those times where you get ideas, like them for a while (i.e. 5 minutes) and then later you think that it was the stupidest idea ever and you scrap the entire thing, despite having already spent 2 hours on it. O_O&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It happens to me so frequently it is not funny.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I bet that this entire being creative/writing something idea will go to waste, because I will never get around to finishing it or at least starting it. But I'm not willing to let it turn out like that.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Umm. What else?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I have work experience. Carroll and Odea Lawyers. Pretty good. According to Ms. Savage, they're really picky about who they take for work ex, and if you're not interested in actually putting effort in whilst you're there, they will send you back to school. Scary, but they also have the best work experience program in the law industry. It is going to be so damn awesome.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;[/brag]&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yeah, that's all.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I think I might go read or something now.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/965724216966570217-1465519722043508400?l=aerodyanamite.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aerodyanamite.blogspot.com/feeds/1465519722043508400/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=965724216966570217&amp;postID=1465519722043508400' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/965724216966570217/posts/default/1465519722043508400'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/965724216966570217/posts/default/1465519722043508400'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aerodyanamite.blogspot.com/2009/08/running-through-monsoon.html' title='RUNNING THROUGH THE MONSOON.'/><author><name>Storm Rider</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00915837028641444641</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_TiKIa0Cc_rs/R9ZQzyDx5zI/AAAAAAAAAAg/zP40OiLQ84M/S220/bigbird.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-965724216966570217.post-9082292733655922977</id><published>2009-08-24T20:46:00.007+10:00</published><updated>2009-08-24T21:01:58.842+10:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;"One other thing. You know when your walking and you see someone, who u may not be the closest of friends with, but still know them. They'll look at you, and you'll see them. Instead of the polite greeting or something like that, they turn away pretending they didnt see you. How is that supposed to make you feel? When you're mere presence alone isn't even acknowledged. " - RRR (RiffRaffRagamuffins) Blogger.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;I was just about to post something along the same lines. Although I'm glad it was posted on RRR, I think more people would read it that way.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;[I hope the poster at RRR was referring to school, because that's what I'm going to be referring to.]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;Anyway, the thing described above doesn't happen to me too often, but when it does, it feels shit. Chances are, I've got my hand up, ready to greet you, and you just continue walking - completely ignoring me. So I just continue walking along, with my hand still up, feeling like an idiot.  [Note: "You" does not refer to someone in particular, just in general]. It's like those times when you see someone seemingly waving to you and you wave back, only to find out they were waving to someone behind you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;And what's more is that it would be fine if we all didn't know each other. But fk, guys, we've been in the same classes together for a good freaking 4 years now. We have all spoken to each other at least once. It's just so ridiculous.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;Bleargh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;On a completely unrelated note: The weather today was so weird.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;Also, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;Halfway There&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt; (I'm pretty sure you can guess the artist/band) is such an excellent song. Same goes for &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;Float On &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;(By Modest Mouse).&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/965724216966570217-9082292733655922977?l=aerodyanamite.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aerodyanamite.blogspot.com/feeds/9082292733655922977/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=965724216966570217&amp;postID=9082292733655922977' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/965724216966570217/posts/default/9082292733655922977'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/965724216966570217/posts/default/9082292733655922977'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aerodyanamite.blogspot.com/2009/08/one-other-thing.html' title=''/><author><name>Storm Rider</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00915837028641444641</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_TiKIa0Cc_rs/R9ZQzyDx5zI/AAAAAAAAAAg/zP40OiLQ84M/S220/bigbird.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-965724216966570217.post-4015354081476266578</id><published>2009-07-15T19:18:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2009-07-15T19:19:14.031+10:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 10px; white-space: pre; "&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/nbHJKMtMDuU&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/nbHJKMtMDuU&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I swear the singer is a girl.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Good song, anyhow.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/965724216966570217-4015354081476266578?l=aerodyanamite.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aerodyanamite.blogspot.com/feeds/4015354081476266578/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=965724216966570217&amp;postID=4015354081476266578' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/965724216966570217/posts/default/4015354081476266578'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/965724216966570217/posts/default/4015354081476266578'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aerodyanamite.blogspot.com/2009/07/i-swear-singer-is-girl.html' title=''/><author><name>Storm Rider</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00915837028641444641</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_TiKIa0Cc_rs/R9ZQzyDx5zI/AAAAAAAAAAg/zP40OiLQ84M/S220/bigbird.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-965724216966570217.post-5407367093704220623</id><published>2009-07-15T15:31:00.003+10:00</published><updated>2009-07-15T15:45:02.081+10:00</updated><title type='text'>If there's no war inside our head, why are we losing?</title><content type='html'>Who's up for fighting a losing battle? Any takers? No?...Wait, I hear one person. No that's just a bird. Anywho...&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;LET'S SAVE INTERNET EXPLORER 6!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.saveie6.com/"&gt;http://www.saveie6.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Not.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Just something I find hilarious. Well not hilarious. Just funny. Although I don't think many people will get it. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;These days I'm so bored I'll play POKEMON. Yes, that's right. POKEMON. My eyes hurt from staring at that tiny, bright screen for too long. Well, they did, at least. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Holding a LAN Party soon with the usual crowd. Should be alright, gives me something to do. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;And I've been listening to lots of Rise Against.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;And that's about it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I really can't be bothered with this post anymore.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/965724216966570217-5407367093704220623?l=aerodyanamite.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aerodyanamite.blogspot.com/feeds/5407367093704220623/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=965724216966570217&amp;postID=5407367093704220623' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/965724216966570217/posts/default/5407367093704220623'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/965724216966570217/posts/default/5407367093704220623'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aerodyanamite.blogspot.com/2009/07/if-theres-no-war-inside-our-head-why.html' title='If there&apos;s no war inside our head, why are we losing?'/><author><name>Storm Rider</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00915837028641444641</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_TiKIa0Cc_rs/R9ZQzyDx5zI/AAAAAAAAAAg/zP40OiLQ84M/S220/bigbird.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-965724216966570217.post-407944136848697417</id><published>2009-07-10T20:51:00.003+10:00</published><updated>2009-07-10T23:05:09.104+10:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>So the holidays have started. Argh, I'm going to be bored.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Subject selections. It's kind of frightening, really. I know this sounds cliched as crazy, but in all seriousness, Year 7 felt like last week. And now I'm picking what subjects I want to do for Year 11 and 12. It's just really weird.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The talks today were pretty interesting. For a moment, I was swayed towards Ancient History instead of Modern (like I had planned). Luckily, this disappeared pretty quickly, and I still have a solid idea of what I want to do. All the talks, in my opinion, went on about  The talk in period 7&amp;amp;8 were interesting, and entertaining. But more than half the stuff I already knew, and the other half were just a couple of rumours confirmed.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Also, how surprising was it when Ms. Robinson said "blogs" (although I think she meant the forum, but all the same, it was pretty shocking)?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My subjects? Well, I've been indecisive about whether or not I'm doing Ext1 English or not. Yesterday I wanted to do it, and then the subject selection meeting scared me into doing Adv, and as of 15 minutes ago I want to do Ext1 again. But here's the final set.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ext1 English (3), Ext1 Maths (3), Legal Studies (2), Modern History (2), Chemistry (2).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;That's 12 units in total. 3 of those subjects are going to haunt me because my essay skills are pretty terrible. Guess which 3. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Also, there was something else on my mind I was going to post about but I forgot what.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It can wait 'till next time (whenever that is).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/965724216966570217-407944136848697417?l=aerodyanamite.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aerodyanamite.blogspot.com/feeds/407944136848697417/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=965724216966570217&amp;postID=407944136848697417' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/965724216966570217/posts/default/407944136848697417'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/965724216966570217/posts/default/407944136848697417'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aerodyanamite.blogspot.com/2009/07/so-holidays-have-started.html' title=''/><author><name>Storm Rider</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00915837028641444641</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_TiKIa0Cc_rs/R9ZQzyDx5zI/AAAAAAAAAAg/zP40OiLQ84M/S220/bigbird.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-965724216966570217.post-4625437981235483074</id><published>2009-05-31T18:55:00.006+10:00</published><updated>2009-06-11T22:37:05.831+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Die.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 1px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 1px; font-size:24px;"&gt;&lt;s&gt;60.242.149.80&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 1px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 1px;font-size:24px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;They know who they are .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Well, they should, if they're as good with computers as they claim to be.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Have fun with that IP address, won't you?&lt;/s&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Don't worry, IP no longer exists.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color: rgb(69, 69, 69);  -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 1px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 1px;font-size:24px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/965724216966570217-4625437981235483074?l=aerodyanamite.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aerodyanamite.blogspot.com/feeds/4625437981235483074/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=965724216966570217&amp;postID=4625437981235483074' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/965724216966570217/posts/default/4625437981235483074'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/965724216966570217/posts/default/4625437981235483074'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aerodyanamite.blogspot.com/2009/05/die.html' title='Die.'/><author><name>Storm Rider</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00915837028641444641</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_TiKIa0Cc_rs/R9ZQzyDx5zI/AAAAAAAAAAg/zP40OiLQ84M/S220/bigbird.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-965724216966570217.post-1847590334420183325</id><published>2009-04-29T23:05:00.003+10:00</published><updated>2009-04-30T00:01:42.434+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Tupac Amaru Shakur.</title><content type='html'>Changes. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;And although it seems heaven sent,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;We ain't ready to see a black President.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal; "&gt;I always smile to myself whenever I listen to this song.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I really wish Tupac were alive today.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;As a matter of fact, I want everyone who has had an influence on society in one way or another to come back for one day. One day, just so they can see what a world we live in now. It's not the most brilliant of worlds - but it's changed.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sorry guys, just having a weird moment here. I blame lack of sleep.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  white-space: pre; font-family:Arial;font-size:10px;"&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="265"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/sybHxADsSnc&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x006699&amp;amp;color2=0x54abd6"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/sybHxADsSnc&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x006699&amp;amp;color2=0x54abd6" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="320" height="265"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/965724216966570217-1847590334420183325?l=aerodyanamite.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aerodyanamite.blogspot.com/feeds/1847590334420183325/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=965724216966570217&amp;postID=1847590334420183325' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/965724216966570217/posts/default/1847590334420183325'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/965724216966570217/posts/default/1847590334420183325'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aerodyanamite.blogspot.com/2009/04/tupac-amaru-shakur.html' title='Tupac Amaru Shakur.'/><author><name>Storm Rider</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00915837028641444641</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_TiKIa0Cc_rs/R9ZQzyDx5zI/AAAAAAAAAAg/zP40OiLQ84M/S220/bigbird.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-965724216966570217.post-337185778730469623</id><published>2009-04-03T20:53:00.012+11:00</published><updated>2009-04-05T15:13:32.734+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Rise Against Concert.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Warning&lt;/span&gt;: Prepare to read the biggest post this blog has ever seen.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Summing up Rise Against Concert/ Year 10 Geo Camp. This is (hopefully) going to be one massive post.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold; text-decoration: underline;"&gt;RISE AGAINST&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;First off, trip to Karan's house. I didn't recognise it at first because it was half demolished (in the process of being renovated or something) so I ran to the house either side before realising the one which looked like it had been through a cyclone was Karan's. We decided to meet up there to play a bit of Guitar Hero: World Tour before the concert and that was pretty fun. I'm terrible at singing. It just feels so awkward. And you kinda feel lame after you take off the headset and look at your score but singing is nothing compared to drums. I thought drums would be easier than guitar but no, you actually need to have more co-ordination for drums than you need for guitar. ==". So anyway, we played around for a bit more, ate toasted cheese and tomato sandwiches, then hopped into a 4WD to head to the city.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;\m/&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I was sitting in the front passenger seat on the way there and Karan, Lenny and Tim were in the back seats. I'm glad I didn't sit in the pack - it sounded like they were having quite the party back there. A party where two white guys bash the curry kid. &gt;.&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway, got there and saw most people were wearing skinny jeans and a chequered shirts.....like I was. Geez, way to be original, Niro. So yeah, it was your everyday punk/scene crowd there, and they were all lining up for Rise Against shirts. Karan and Lenny joined the lines while me and Tim just walked around looking at stuff. Lenny bought 2 shirts, so I wore one of his because he won't be able to hold it during the concert.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We went inside when the first support band, 50 Lions, started playing. We wanted front and centre positions in the mosh pit. We got the front, but not the centre. 50 Lions were terrible. And annoyingly loud. So loud that Tim and I went to go buy earplugs for $2 (HEY! We still wanted our hearing you know!). Used them, and it helped. It just deafened the crap that were coming from 50 Lions. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Also, halfway through their performance, the lead singer of 50 Lions was just like "EVERYONE, I WANT YOU TO RUN IN CIRCLES FOR RISE AGAINST". And like 2 seconds later, everyone in the centre of the mosh pit were running in the massive circle whilst I watched thinking "WTF". Yeah, that was one of the most interesting parts of the night. So after 50 Lions decided they had decided spewing enough crap from their amps, we waited 20 minutes for International Noise Conspiracy to come out.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;They were so cool.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;They were dressed all in purple suits and they looked like the second coming....of the Beatles. &gt;.&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But their music was pretty good. Especially "Washington Bullets" and "Assasination of Myself". Video ahoy! (Lenny filmed/Karan upload)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  white-space: pre; font-family:Arial;font-size:10px;"&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="265"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/E6tD8hMN1VU&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0&amp;amp;color1=0x006699&amp;amp;color2=0x54abd6"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/E6tD8hMN1VU&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0&amp;amp;color1=0x006699&amp;amp;color2=0x54abd6" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="320" height="265"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;At one point, the lead singer stopped halfway through the song and pointed at someone in the crowd who I think were giving him the finger. He was like -&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Hey you two. Yeah you. Come back stage after the show, and guess what, I'll suck your cock for you! Do you want to know why? Because you two look like the most massive dicks ever"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Burrrrrnnnnn.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Later on, whilst the International Noise Conspiracry were playing, someone through a shoe onto the stage and it hit a cymbal. When they finished the song, the singer picked it up and was like "What's this?". Then a guitarist grabbed it from his hand, rubbed it against his own crotch and threw it back into the audience. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Classy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Also they used cowbells in their music at one point ("COOOWWWBBEEELLL SOOLLLLLOOOOO!! COOOWWBBEELLL SOLLLOOO!!!" - Karan)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Right, so after the International Noise Conspiracy say their final goodbyes and walk offstage is where the trouble begins.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Lenny, Karan, Tim and I - throughout 50 Lions and International Noise Conspircay - were snaking our way through the crowd in order to get front and centre in the mosh pit. We were at the front, but not at the centre - but all the same - WE MADE THE BIGGEST MISTAKE EVER.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;After International Noise Conspiracy hops off stage EVERYONE wants to be at the front. EVERYONE is pushing. EVERYONE suddenly is a massive fan of Rise Against and has to have front and centre. Especially this fat and drunk guy who pushed past me announcing to everyone that he was going to get on stage and dance or something when Rise Against were on.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Right, so you're thinking "Big deal, people want to get to the front". Not the case, buddy. People have died from falling over in mosh pits. If you fall over in a mosh pit there are some people who won't give a damn and they'll just trample all over you, and you're boyd probably won't be found until the end of the concert. And seeing as there was a lot of pushing and shoving - the risk of falling over is high. Yes, Lenny fell over, but he was just lucky. He falls over at roughly 3:49 in this vid.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  white-space: pre; font-family:Arial;font-size:10px;"&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="265"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/UyVRu8k6B2Y&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0&amp;amp;color1=0x006699&amp;amp;color2=0x54abd6"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/UyVRu8k6B2Y&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0&amp;amp;color1=0x006699&amp;amp;color2=0x54abd6" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="320" height="265"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;[Karan says to skip to 2:10 for the actual song]&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So after 20 minutes of pushing, Rise Against finally come on stage and start plasying "Drones" (my favourite song). Even when they were on, people were still pushing....and moshing....at the same time. It was weird. And dangerous. After 2 songs (I forgot what the second one was) I decided I had had enough of this, so I went of to the side of the pit, which thankfully was a lot more calmer. From there on things got better.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It was such an awesome night. I knew all the words to all the songs (and so did 3/4 of the other 2000 or so people who were there) so I screamed them at the top of my lungs most of the time. It is such a great feeling, because you can't hear yourself, but you can hear everyone else. Argh, screw it, I'm not going to even try describing it. It was just freaking awesome, take my word for it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My highlight of the night? Tim (the lead singer of Rise Against, not the Baulko one) spoke for a bit about Earth Hour and he was praising Sydney for thinking up the idea and how we should all be proud. And at the end of his "speech" he got the crowd to chant "Rise" over and over again whilst putting their fists up into the air. And then they begun to play "Chamber the Cartridge". Here's the video (once again filmed by Lenny/ uploaded by Karan)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;\m/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  white-space: pre; font-family:Arial;font-size:10px;"&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="265"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/9vj0MITUvUs&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0&amp;amp;color1=0x006699&amp;amp;color2=0x54abd6"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/9vj0MITUvUs&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0&amp;amp;color1=0x006699&amp;amp;color2=0x54abd6" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="320" height="265"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sometime during the concert I found Karan right next to me (I had left him and everyone else in the mosh pit madness) and it turns out he was ribbed by that fat and drunk guy I mentioned earlier. Karan returned the favour by punching him in the face, throwing his hat away and then bolted. Also, Lenny decided he had had enough and came over to the calmer side. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Just to let you know how intense the mosh pit was, here's some quotes from Youtube.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Front row during the concert, got crushed like a bitch. Rise against were insane!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;I started 2nd from the front... ended 50 rows back without a shoe lol..."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;People in the mosh pit had humour too (or they were drunk, it was hard to tell). You would look up and see white blimps floating in the air, only to find they were inflated condoms. Also, there were signs on poles 10 metres high that said "CROWDSURFING IS PROHIBITED. FINES APPLY". And there were quite a few people crowd surfing halfway through Rise Against. They were all thrown out in the end. One guy had the guts to crowdsurf whilst holding that sign above their heads. Win.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Karan went back into the centre so it was just Lenny and I. 'Twas cool. OH! I remember at one point when the lead singer went to go get an acoustic guitar, and as soon as Lenny and I saw it we both looked at each other and yelled "SWING LIFE AWAY" (which was the name of the song he was about to play). Haha, that was funny.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ah, that concert was awesome.  I walked out pumped (and slightly deaf but that's fixed now). I really want to go again the next time they come.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;After the concert, we crossed the street to buy a drink at the convienence store, because it would be cheaper than actually buying it at the venue. It was cheaper, but I think $5 for 600ml bottle of Pepsi is a bit steep isn't it?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Concert finished at 11:30ish and I got home at 1. I slept pretty well that night/morning.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;\m/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;[*Looks at post*.........I think I'll leave the post about camp for next time. :)]&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;All because of you,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I believe in angels.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;No, not the kind with wings,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Not the kind with halos;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The kind that bring you home,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;When home becomes a strange place.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I'll follow your voice' &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;All you have to do is&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;SHOUT IT OUT!&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/965724216966570217-337185778730469623?l=aerodyanamite.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aerodyanamite.blogspot.com/feeds/337185778730469623/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=965724216966570217&amp;postID=337185778730469623' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/965724216966570217/posts/default/337185778730469623'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/965724216966570217/posts/default/337185778730469623'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aerodyanamite.blogspot.com/2009/04/rise-against-concert.html' title='Rise Against Concert.'/><author><name>Storm Rider</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00915837028641444641</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_TiKIa0Cc_rs/R9ZQzyDx5zI/AAAAAAAAAAg/zP40OiLQ84M/S220/bigbird.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-965724216966570217.post-4435088311591476888</id><published>2009-03-23T18:37:00.004+11:00</published><updated>2009-03-23T20:23:05.672+11:00</updated><title type='text'>5 days left.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;We came in search of answers,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;We left empty handed again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Shot fired into the sky...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Are now returning,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Where the fuck will you hide?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;My dad just finished mowing the lawn. I can smell it from here.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Around the World &lt;/span&gt;by Daft Punk is such a cool song. Lacking lyrics though. Pretty much the same 3 words over and over and over again.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway, I was up until 4am doing that commerce assignment. It felt so damn good once I went to sleep. And then got up 3 hours later to print it out. Then had a coffee. That got me through the day. You know, one day I'm going to wake up and find there's no coffee left in the jar, then I'll throw a mini panic-attack then fall asleep promptly on the kitchen floor. And that day will be probably the day after tommorow seeing as we're almost out of coffee. Don't expect to see me at school on Wednesday, people.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh and something awesome happened on the weekend.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Date: 21/03/09&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Time: 11:43&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Place: In the car, Windsor Rd.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I turn the radio to 96.1 and there was.....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;TUPAC. THEY WERE PLAYING TUPAC ON THE RADIO. A GUY WHO HAS BEEN DEAD AN ODD 16 YEARS. THEY WERE PLAYING HIM ON THE RADIO.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But it was just &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Changes&lt;/span&gt;. Not surprising. I would be more surprised if they were playing &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Starin' Through My Rear Veiw&lt;/span&gt; or &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Until the End of Time&lt;/span&gt;. 'Cause they're less known I think. So yeah, that was a minor highlight to my day. Which pretty much tells you that my day wasn't that eventful. &gt;.&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hmm, I would love to go on about our new idiotic school uniform policy but I really can't be bothered. Plus, I think Bathgate (whom I'm sure is an avid reader of this blog :P) wouldn't appreciate me &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;dissing her new policies &lt;/span&gt;(all of which are ridiculous, I might add).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I've seen a rise in blog numbers. In the last 2 weeks, &lt;a href="http://pacesinspaces.blogspot.com/"&gt;Aaron&lt;/a&gt; and &lt;a href="http://caffeinatedprocrastination.blogspot.com/"&gt;Sneha&lt;/a&gt; have got themselves a blog. Go read and comment. Increase their hit counts. Also, should I get a hit counter? I really don't want one. I don't feel like opening up this page and seeing "Hits : 0000". How many of you actually read this? Post in CBox so I can get numbers. Also,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;RISE AGAINST THIS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt; SATURDAY.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:18px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:48px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;IT WILL BE HECTIC.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" font-weight: bold; text-decoration: underline;font-size:18px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic; "&gt;Hiding from the laughter in the closets of our lives,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;But the door hinges are squeaking letting in thin shards of light.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;And now a hand's extending outward,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Quiet comfort they invite,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Do we dare take what they offer?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Do we step into the light?&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/965724216966570217-4435088311591476888?l=aerodyanamite.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aerodyanamite.blogspot.com/feeds/4435088311591476888/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=965724216966570217&amp;postID=4435088311591476888' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/965724216966570217/posts/default/4435088311591476888'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/965724216966570217/posts/default/4435088311591476888'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aerodyanamite.blogspot.com/2009/03/5-days-left.html' title='5 days left.'/><author><name>Storm Rider</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00915837028641444641</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_TiKIa0Cc_rs/R9ZQzyDx5zI/AAAAAAAAAAg/zP40OiLQ84M/S220/bigbird.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-965724216966570217.post-4320329235230461908</id><published>2009-03-20T18:35:00.001+11:00</published><updated>2009-03-20T18:36:39.154+11:00</updated><title type='text'>Commerce</title><content type='html'>Crapping my pants over Commerce assignment. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Will post soon.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/965724216966570217-4320329235230461908?l=aerodyanamite.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aerodyanamite.blogspot.com/feeds/4320329235230461908/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=965724216966570217&amp;postID=4320329235230461908' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/965724216966570217/posts/default/4320329235230461908'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/965724216966570217/posts/default/4320329235230461908'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aerodyanamite.blogspot.com/2009/03/commerce_20.html' title='Commerce'/><author><name>Storm Rider</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00915837028641444641</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_TiKIa0Cc_rs/R9ZQzyDx5zI/AAAAAAAAAAg/zP40OiLQ84M/S220/bigbird.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-965724216966570217.post-5335311455417933374</id><published>2009-03-13T18:17:00.009+11:00</published><updated>2009-03-16T22:49:11.480+11:00</updated><title type='text'>50th post.</title><content type='html'>You know, I think the only reason I've been putting off blogging is because I know that this post is the - &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-large;"&gt;50th POST&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;And I can't think of anything special. I can think of someone special, however. ;)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;In the process of deleting my Facebook. I have to wait another 1.5 weeks until deletion because apparently there's a 2 week waiting period. Just security measures, apparently, so that if someone "hacks" your account they can't delete it with you just logging in, because then it cancels the deletion process. So it's another week and a bit of waiting, then I can have like another 3 hours added to my day. Which will be spent on something even more time consuming. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Like this.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.najle.com/idaft/"&gt;http://www.najle.com/idaft/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Click on the link and the rest of your day's productivity drops down to 0. But then just get your parents to hire Terry Tate or someone and you should be fine. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;For the last few days I've had "Hand of Blood" by Bullet for My Valentine running through my head. Listened to it just then and it doesn't sound as good as it did in hindsight. *Looks up lyrics*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Oh my god have I done it again&lt;br /&gt;There's a pulse and it's deafening. &lt;br /&gt;I can't help what I hear in my head,&lt;br /&gt;It's the switch that I flick (when he says)-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I don't even &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;like&lt;/span&gt; heavy metal. Yeah, sue me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Speaking of which, I throughoughly dislike Taylor Swift's "Love Story" *ducks*.  I didn't recognise it all those times on the radio, but whenever it was I was sure to change the channel ASAP. It was only yesterday I bothered to youtube it, thinking it would be decent.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Oh how wrong I was.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I closed my browser and started up some Rise Against, trying to get that filth out of my poor, poor ears. It worked after a while, thankfully. Speaking of Rise Against, the concert is 2 days before camp. I just found that interesting. Also, Earth Hour is the same evening as the concert, and I bet thier going to cut the power for at least 5 minutes because they're such a bunch of HIPPIES.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;HIPPY. What a weird word.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/965724216966570217-5335311455417933374?l=aerodyanamite.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aerodyanamite.blogspot.com/feeds/5335311455417933374/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=965724216966570217&amp;postID=5335311455417933374' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/965724216966570217/posts/default/5335311455417933374'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/965724216966570217/posts/default/5335311455417933374'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aerodyanamite.blogspot.com/2009/03/50th-post.html' title='50th post.'/><author><name>Storm Rider</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00915837028641444641</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_TiKIa0Cc_rs/R9ZQzyDx5zI/AAAAAAAAAAg/zP40OiLQ84M/S220/bigbird.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-965724216966570217.post-3576999957502403636</id><published>2009-03-02T22:21:00.001+11:00</published><updated>2009-03-02T22:23:11.083+11:00</updated><title type='text'>Behind Closed Doors.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;When hope is non-existent,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Our instincts scream "Run".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;We never turn our backs,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Or even bite our tongue.&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/965724216966570217-3576999957502403636?l=aerodyanamite.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aerodyanamite.blogspot.com/feeds/3576999957502403636/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=965724216966570217&amp;postID=3576999957502403636' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/965724216966570217/posts/default/3576999957502403636'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/965724216966570217/posts/default/3576999957502403636'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aerodyanamite.blogspot.com/2009/03/behind-closed-doors.html' title='Behind Closed Doors.'/><author><name>Storm Rider</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00915837028641444641</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_TiKIa0Cc_rs/R9ZQzyDx5zI/AAAAAAAAAAg/zP40OiLQ84M/S220/bigbird.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-965724216966570217.post-7515521027318161587</id><published>2009-03-01T01:20:00.003+11:00</published><updated>2009-03-01T01:24:47.512+11:00</updated><title type='text'>Things are better now.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;The drones all slave away ,&lt;br /&gt;They’re working overtime,&lt;br /&gt;They serve a faceless queen ,&lt;br /&gt;They never question why.&lt;br /&gt;Disciples of a god ,&lt;br /&gt;That neither lives nor breathes,&lt;br /&gt;But we have bills to pay, &lt;br /&gt;Yeah we have mouths to feed!&lt;br /&gt;I won’t come back!&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/965724216966570217-7515521027318161587?l=aerodyanamite.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aerodyanamite.blogspot.com/feeds/7515521027318161587/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=965724216966570217&amp;postID=7515521027318161587' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/965724216966570217/posts/default/7515521027318161587'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/965724216966570217/posts/default/7515521027318161587'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aerodyanamite.blogspot.com/2009/03/things-are-better-now.html' title='Things are better now.'/><author><name>Storm Rider</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00915837028641444641</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_TiKIa0Cc_rs/R9ZQzyDx5zI/AAAAAAAAAAg/zP40OiLQ84M/S220/bigbird.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-965724216966570217.post-8935814714649218788</id><published>2009-02-27T21:28:00.003+11:00</published><updated>2009-02-27T23:44:26.886+11:00</updated><title type='text'>Right.</title><content type='html'>So currently I'm stressing out over than english exam on Tuesday. I try to sit down and write something but I get frustrated over the darn thing not making any sense at all, not having any direction, using terrible structure (sentence, paragraph and essay), reptitive vocabulary and not answering the fucking question in the first place. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So this time last year, I probably wouldn't have given a flying shit about english exams, and I would probably study once, just looking through my book just before a test. But seeing that got me a C in my yearly report, I decided I should probably do something about it. And I am, it's just that I think I might be taking this too seriously. But I still want to have that nice, sharp "A" next to english. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal; "&gt;I regret not focusing on english earlier. I know it's going to come back and fuck over my ambitions to become a lawyer one day. And then I can hate myself even more than I do right now. I should probably stop complaining and just do something about it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Started reading &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Brave New World &lt;/span&gt;by Aldous Huxley. It really freaks me out sometimes. A literal production line of foetuses, being treated differently so they fit into a different "caste". i.e The lower castes are made to think that pain is beneficial, so they work better in tough conditions, whereas the higher castes are made smarter, so they can work. The concepts behind it are so sickening, but the author has a weird sense of humour as well, which I find and intriuging. But it really is a good book, although you should probably be ready for all the weirdly sickening thoughts behind the entire Utopia in which the novel is set in.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*Shudders*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Also, I got the OK from my parents about Rise Against, and I'm fully pumped for it. :D. Can't wait.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm confused these days.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This post was &lt;s&gt;insubstantial&lt;/s&gt; substantial (now).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yesterdays post&lt;s&gt; made up for it, though.&lt;/s&gt; WAS AWESOME :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/965724216966570217-8935814714649218788?l=aerodyanamite.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aerodyanamite.blogspot.com/feeds/8935814714649218788/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=965724216966570217&amp;postID=8935814714649218788' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/965724216966570217/posts/default/8935814714649218788'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/965724216966570217/posts/default/8935814714649218788'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aerodyanamite.blogspot.com/2009/02/right.html' title='Right.'/><author><name>Storm Rider</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00915837028641444641</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_TiKIa0Cc_rs/R9ZQzyDx5zI/AAAAAAAAAAg/zP40OiLQ84M/S220/bigbird.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-965724216966570217.post-8617613967084167449</id><published>2009-02-26T17:29:00.004+11:00</published><updated>2009-02-26T17:33:57.975+11:00</updated><title type='text'>RISE AGAINST.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;MY PARENTS FINALLY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; GAVE ME PERMISSION TO &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;ATTEND RISE AGAINST.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;HELL YES.&lt;/span&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/965724216966570217-8617613967084167449?l=aerodyanamite.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aerodyanamite.blogspot.com/feeds/8617613967084167449/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=965724216966570217&amp;postID=8617613967084167449' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/965724216966570217/posts/default/8617613967084167449'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/965724216966570217/posts/default/8617613967084167449'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aerodyanamite.blogspot.com/2009/02/rise-against.html' title='RISE AGAINST.'/><author><name>Storm Rider</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00915837028641444641</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_TiKIa0Cc_rs/R9ZQzyDx5zI/AAAAAAAAAAg/zP40OiLQ84M/S220/bigbird.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-965724216966570217.post-4913519281560157686</id><published>2009-02-20T20:35:00.002+11:00</published><updated>2009-02-20T21:58:05.184+11:00</updated><title type='text'>Updates Fridays.</title><content type='html'>NOTE: Aerodyanamite.blogspot.com now updates FRIDAYS ONLY.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Now this means you don't have to set this page as your homepage in your browser anymore people. :P&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Uhh, yeah. Another week gone. Although today keeps feeling like a Thursday. Thanks to someone. Being away. And totally messing up my internal clock. But if I think tommorow is a Friday I won't have to do my service! Also, I'll be the only idiot in school.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But my service isn't that bad, it just gets a bit lonely. The 2 hours goes quicker than it would at home, where I probably would just be sitting on my butt all day, ruining my eyes infront of the computer. Speaking of which, my brother got glasses.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;That's what you get for literally staring at a screen 22/7. So let that be a lesson to all - Do not sit in front of the computer for hours on end, but it is perfectly fine if you watch TV for ages.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;^o)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm currently listening to "Sober" by Pink. Hooray for drinking then writing a song about it. Speaking of drinking, here's a joke.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Q: Why does an elepahnt drink?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A: To forget.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Haha, I read that one in Reader's Digest. It's such a cool little magazine. If you ever come across one in a waiting room or someone in your family has a subscription, read it. It's nice. If you don't want to read an article you can go straight to the jokes if you want.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway, back to Sober. There's a techno remix of that my brother was listening to quite a while back, I have to find it. There are so many that I can't be bothered to actually search through all of them.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Speaking of techno, I woke up this morning and listened to a bit of techno, just to take a break from rock for a while, and then I had this sudden idea that you can take ANY song and make a techno remix. Althroughout today, whenever someone mentioned a song, I'd make a techno remix of it in my head. And so far, all seem to sound alright (maybe because they all foloow pretty much similar beats). My theory is still standing at correctness. But my grammar isn't.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;That reminds me, have to pick up that textbook from the English Dep.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Is there anything else to add to this post?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Not that I can think of.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/965724216966570217-4913519281560157686?l=aerodyanamite.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aerodyanamite.blogspot.com/feeds/4913519281560157686/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=965724216966570217&amp;postID=4913519281560157686' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/965724216966570217/posts/default/4913519281560157686'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/965724216966570217/posts/default/4913519281560157686'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aerodyanamite.blogspot.com/2009/02/updates-fridays.html' title='Updates Fridays.'/><author><name>Storm Rider</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00915837028641444641</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_TiKIa0Cc_rs/R9ZQzyDx5zI/AAAAAAAAAAg/zP40OiLQ84M/S220/bigbird.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-965724216966570217.post-5156172646239888119</id><published>2009-02-13T18:14:00.004+11:00</published><updated>2009-02-13T19:53:17.265+11:00</updated><title type='text'>=D</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold; "&gt;FRIDAY THE 13th&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, I scared you didn't I?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No? I didn't?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302177142714386450" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TiKIa0Cc_rs/SZUeBOevyBI/AAAAAAAAAF8/K2_dz4e1H2g/s400/death.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;What about now?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Yeaahh, watch out, that guy's behind you right now.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;ANYWAY. This week has been another great week at Baulko, because........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;EVERYDAY'S A GREAT DAY AT BAULKO&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: left;"&gt;&gt;.&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: left;"&gt;Yeah, today was pretty awesome as well. Day went too quickly I think. Lots of music at lunch, which was entertaining (RICK ASTLEY WINS).&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: left;"&gt;Also, good news everyone! (&lt;a href="http://i44.tinypic.com/28aki86.jpg"&gt;http://i44.tinypic.com/28aki86.jpg&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: left;"&gt;I finally found my service for DoE - Helping out around the Buddhist Temple in Schofields. I start tommorow morning at 9. But unlike the rest of you, I'll be doing my service for 2 hours each week, instead of the normal 1 thanks to my Dad who told the monk that I would doing be the two hours instead of one. Meh, at least I know I'll be happy knowing that I've helped a place I've visit regularly. :D&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: left;"&gt;Yeah, nothing else to add to this post.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: left;"&gt;(Apart from the fact it's Valentine's Day tommorow  :D).&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: left;"&gt;P.S. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: left;"&gt;SID IS AN IDIOT.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: left;"&gt;P.P.S.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: left;"&gt;BYE CODIE.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/965724216966570217-5156172646239888119?l=aerodyanamite.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aerodyanamite.blogspot.com/feeds/5156172646239888119/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=965724216966570217&amp;postID=5156172646239888119' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/965724216966570217/posts/default/5156172646239888119'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/965724216966570217/posts/default/5156172646239888119'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aerodyanamite.blogspot.com/2009/02/d.html' title='=D'/><author><name>Storm Rider</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00915837028641444641</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_TiKIa0Cc_rs/R9ZQzyDx5zI/AAAAAAAAAAg/zP40OiLQ84M/S220/bigbird.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TiKIa0Cc_rs/SZUeBOevyBI/AAAAAAAAAF8/K2_dz4e1H2g/s72-c/death.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-965724216966570217.post-2308010589406538896</id><published>2009-02-06T23:37:00.001+11:00</published><updated>2009-02-06T23:37:28.254+11:00</updated><title type='text'>Lightsabers.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; "&gt;&lt;div style="border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 3px; padding-right: 3px; padding-bottom: 3px; padding-left: 3px; width: auto; font: normal normal normal 100%/normal Georgia, serif; text-align: left; "&gt;First full week of school is over. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Damn it felt long.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway, classes this year are pretty &lt;s&gt;alright&lt;/s&gt; BRILLIANT. Not going to go into detail because that would be boring. Instead, I'm going to make a list of why I need a lightsaber. [For all those who have no idea what a lightsaber is *facepalm* - &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Lightsaber"&gt;http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Lightsaber&lt;/a&gt;]&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Alright, here goes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1. It would be fun.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2. I could show it off to anyone.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;3. I'd be able to cut Sid's hands off whenever he does that retarded indian dance he continues to do nowadays.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;4. Annoucements at assemblies sometimes annoy me. It would be a could oppurtunity to see how far I can chuck my lightsaber.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;5. Ninjas ARE better than pirates.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;6. A LOT of things annoy me nowadays. People, things, bricks. Once stab should fix things.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;7. Because you know, violence is the answer. I'm joking.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;8. We all know Tupac Shakur would have used a lightsaber instead of a gun because he is awesome.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;9.  I could film my own version of "Ryan vs. Dorkman", 'cept it would be "Niro vs. No-one".&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;10.  Due to the heat being emitted by the laser blade, I could cut a loaf of bread and have instant toast. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;11. Although I think applying butter would be a problem.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;12. No need for cutting with labor-intensive tools such as a saw, one swipe and you're all done.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;13. I just realised points 10 and 12 displayed my laziness.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;14. If I had a lightsaber, I think I would be bothered to learn some form of martial art in order to stop myself from cutting my arm off.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;15. I could rule the world.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Now of course, none of that comes with the Force. That's an entirely different package.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Speaking of which - &lt;a href="http://www.usatoday.com/life/lifestyle/2009-01-06-force-trainer-toy_N.htm"&gt;http://www.usatoday.com/life/lifestyle/2009-01-06-force-trainer-toy_N.htm&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yeah, I'm off now. I have things to do.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/965724216966570217-2308010589406538896?l=aerodyanamite.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aerodyanamite.blogspot.com/feeds/2308010589406538896/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=965724216966570217&amp;postID=2308010589406538896' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/965724216966570217/posts/default/2308010589406538896'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/965724216966570217/posts/default/2308010589406538896'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aerodyanamite.blogspot.com/2009/02/lightsabers.html' title='Lightsabers.'/><author><name>Storm Rider</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00915837028641444641</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_TiKIa0Cc_rs/R9ZQzyDx5zI/AAAAAAAAAAg/zP40OiLQ84M/S220/bigbird.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-965724216966570217.post-8878520648520440617</id><published>2009-01-28T17:11:00.001+11:00</published><updated>2009-01-28T17:11:53.227+11:00</updated><title type='text'>Zombie Blog.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; "&gt;&lt;div style="border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 3px; padding-right: 3px; padding-bottom: 3px; padding-left: 3px; width: auto; font: normal normal normal 100%/normal Georgia, serif; text-align: left; "&gt;I've decided that this is a zombie blog. Something that invades your homes (updates) occaisionally and wants to eat (entertain) you. But I think eating you (my readers) is something difficult to do - so I think I'll just stick to invading your homes for now.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So I'll just list what I've done (and haven't done) during these hoildays, seeing as there's only a few days until school starts.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="text-decoration: underline; "&gt;WHAT I'VE DONE&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;(haha Linkin Park)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold; "&gt;Jamberoo - &lt;/span&gt;That was fun. I hated the waiting times though. All the good rides took AGES to get on, and even once you had waited half an hour for your turn, it was less than a minute till when the ride was over. Sucks. Although, if any of you go there soon - SIT BACKWARDS ON THE TAIPAN - because it is so awesome. And fun, if you didn't get the message.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold; "&gt;Fixing my computer - &lt;/span&gt;Messing around with my computer COSTED me $55 in the end. I burnt out my DVD drive whilst plugging in a fan - quite the smoke show. So I had to get a new one.  And later on MY POWER SUPPLY UNIT MELTED. Like, the power cable to the hard drive melted. Really lucky it didn't kill my harddrive. Well, at least my power supply is 500w now. :D&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold; "&gt;Modding Xboxs - &lt;/span&gt;Alright you my brother mods xboxs now in exchange for cash, which allows you to play burnt games. It's perfectly legal, so don't worry. Yeah, that was fun. I was a tester most of the time, testing whether the console would play burnt games as well as originals. Testing took around 10-15 minutes for each console which is awesome, because we once got an order from a guy who wanted 10 xbox360's done. So that was awesome fun. And my parents can't say anything because we're making money off this.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold; "&gt;Various BBQs - &lt;/span&gt;Yeah, those were pretty fun too. Too many to go on about, but most of them involved a game of cricket. Funn.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold; "&gt;Tennis&lt;/span&gt; - Tennis during holidays gave me something to do. My new coach is awesome. Felt awkward adjusting to a new style of playing, but after a while I finally learnt to do that wrist-snap serve. :D&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold; "&gt;Movies&lt;/span&gt; - I only went out ONCE with friends from school in the entire 5 weeks. Terrible. But the one time was awesome. Watched Slumdog Millionaire with Mevandi, Karan, Arnav, Durga and Jennyfer. Arrived a bit late because of confusion with a 6 aside cricket game, but I was in time for the movie. And the movie was probably one of the best I've seen. Goes up on my list with I Am Legend and all those other Will Smith movies. :P&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold; "&gt;Dungeons and Dragons '09 - &lt;/span&gt;D&amp;amp;D at Sean's place was more fun than I thought it would be. After I arrived 3 hours late we started. The enitre teamwork concept was what did it for me, if it wasn't for that I think it wouldn't be as brilliant as it really is.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold; "&gt;Lan Party '09 - &lt;/span&gt;Once again at Sean's place (different day). Sticky and Tim were there, as well as 2 other people who's names have escaped me (not from BBHS). Just before we left we the had most awesome game of Tremulous I've played (which isn't saying much because I hadn't played it before then). Anyway, have to hold another one soon. Maybe at my place this time around.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold; "&gt;Internet - &lt;/span&gt;&lt;s&gt;Hours&lt;/s&gt; DAYS of entertainment. Digg wins. So many articles, so little time. :(&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="text-decoration: underline; font-weight: bold; -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;WHAT I DIDN'T DO&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold; "&gt;GH: WORLD TOUR - &lt;/span&gt;I didn't manage to get around to Karan's place to play World Tour. I should buy it soon :S.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold; "&gt;Upgrade/Overclock&lt;/span&gt; - My computer. Maybe next holidays.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold; "&gt;I'm getting lazy&lt;/span&gt; - With this post. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway, off to Officeworks. Need to buy pencilcase, among other things.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/965724216966570217-8878520648520440617?l=aerodyanamite.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aerodyanamite.blogspot.com/feeds/8878520648520440617/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=965724216966570217&amp;postID=8878520648520440617' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/965724216966570217/posts/default/8878520648520440617'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/965724216966570217/posts/default/8878520648520440617'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aerodyanamite.blogspot.com/2009/01/zombie-blog.html' title='Zombie Blog.'/><author><name>Storm Rider</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00915837028641444641</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_TiKIa0Cc_rs/R9ZQzyDx5zI/AAAAAAAAAAg/zP40OiLQ84M/S220/bigbird.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-965724216966570217.post-6991114089563250069</id><published>2009-01-08T21:39:00.005+11:00</published><updated>2009-01-09T21:48:12.514+11:00</updated><title type='text'>Rebirth No.2.</title><content type='html'>I swear this blog dies more frequently than..... *asks Sean to complete sentence*.......an Apple [computer]  crashes.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;At least the sentence makes sense.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So the holidays have been a bore so far and I have not been going out much. Which is a shame, because I believe it was one of the many (5) things I planned on doing these hoidays. *Yawn*.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hey I think I just found a [v.v.v. late] New Years resolution. Not to be a sleepwalker.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://embraceliving.net/blog/2009/01/are-you-sleepwalking-your-life-away/"&gt;http://embraceliving.net/blog/2009/01/are-you-sleepwalking-your-life-away/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Click on link.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But then again it could be one of those things which will always make you sound like you have that problem/disease. Ads are so damn convincing nowadays, I can't look at a set of T.V. commercials without thinking, "Hmm, I think I might get that checked". Actually, I can. But that thought still crosses my mind sometimes. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So I have this "holiday project" going on which includes me making my computer run faster. Sure, I could just buy new parts, but where's the fun in that?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;[Begin computing terms/boring things]&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My current specs for my computer are:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;AMD Athlonx2 Dual Core 4600+ (2.4Ghz)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;MSI K9N4 Motherboard&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1.5Gb RAM (533Mhz)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;ECS Elitegroup 8600GT (GDDR3 256Mb)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;120Gb Harddrive [But I'm connected to a 1.5Tb server]&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;330W Power Supply Unit.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;...Yeah, yeah - I know it's not brilliant, but I bet it's better than any computer you had 2 years ago.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anywho, what I plan on doing is making my CPU run a little bit faster (hopefully 2.5Ghz) and that includes increasing the voltage to the CPU. This causes it to heat up more which might end up frying it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Now, in order to keep the CPU cool, I have to provide adequate cooling. I would love liquid cooling but it's not going to happen with my budget. So I'll stick to adding more and more fans into my computer. But alas, there's a problem with that. In order to power those fans, I need a more powerful power supply unit. As it is, I'm one fan away from using up all the power that my PSU (power supply unit) can handle.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Now suppose I upgraded to a 500w PSU (Thermaltake Purepower 500w: $59.99 from Newegg.com) I'm faced with another problem. My turtle SPEED (not capacity) RAM.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm happy with 1.5Gb RAM: it does everything I want. But 533Mhz isn't going to cut it when it comes to overclocking. My motherboard supports a max of 4gb DDR2. RAM. So I figured 3gb would be a nice figure for me because I already have a 1Gb stick running at 800mhz while my other stick is 512Mb running at 533Mhz. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The 512Mb stick is the problem (because it slows down the other stick) so I'll get rid of that and I think I might buy a nice shiny Kingston 2gb (800Mhz) stick from MSY for $29.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So all up it will cost me $90 (exc. fans).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But it will be saving me money if I'm apble to increase the speed of my CPU. So it's worth it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But if I screw over (i.e. Burn out my CPU due to excess heat), I'll need a new computer and *looks in wallet* I can't afford that.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So I don't think I'm going to actually be able to finish this.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;[End computing terms/ boring things].&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm off to do something which will kill time. Wait, that's sleepwalking my life away.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Correction.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm off to do something productive.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Go me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/965724216966570217-6991114089563250069?l=aerodyanamite.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aerodyanamite.blogspot.com/feeds/6991114089563250069/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=965724216966570217&amp;postID=6991114089563250069' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/965724216966570217/posts/default/6991114089563250069'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/965724216966570217/posts/default/6991114089563250069'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aerodyanamite.blogspot.com/2009/01/rebirth-no2.html' title='Rebirth No.2.'/><author><name>Storm Rider</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00915837028641444641</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_TiKIa0Cc_rs/R9ZQzyDx5zI/AAAAAAAAAAg/zP40OiLQ84M/S220/bigbird.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-965724216966570217.post-8945114435204274327</id><published>2008-12-31T18:00:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2008-12-31T18:12:24.510+11:00</updated><title type='text'>UNDER A SKY NO LONGER BLUE.</title><content type='html'>&lt;s&gt;2008.&lt;/s&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;2009.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Happy New Year!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/965724216966570217-8945114435204274327?l=aerodyanamite.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aerodyanamite.blogspot.com/feeds/8945114435204274327/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=965724216966570217&amp;postID=8945114435204274327' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/965724216966570217/posts/default/8945114435204274327'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/965724216966570217/posts/default/8945114435204274327'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aerodyanamite.blogspot.com/2008/12/under-sky-no-longer-blue.html' title='UNDER A SKY NO LONGER BLUE.'/><author><name>Storm Rider</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00915837028641444641</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_TiKIa0Cc_rs/R9ZQzyDx5zI/AAAAAAAAAAg/zP40OiLQ84M/S220/bigbird.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-965724216966570217.post-5482752977302401663</id><published>2008-12-25T20:20:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2008-12-25T20:46:26.043+11:00</updated><title type='text'>Merry Christmas, everyone.</title><content type='html'>Merry Christmas, everyone.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Christmas this year has really been the same as every other year. Seeing as my family doesn't really join in on the celebrations, we don't do much apart from head to a lunch one of our family friends hoold every year, and we are always invited. It's not brilliant, but its still nice and everyone there is really funny. I just don't feel like I fit in though, because I'm the only person there who is in high school whereas everyone else is either at university or has just left university and now has a job. But they're all very nice people so it's okay I guess. They pull jokes all the time and a couple of traditions have developed over the years.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;One is that the son of the uncle [alright, curry people call their family friends either uncle or auntie even though there are no blood relations whatsoever. It's just how it works.] who invited us to his place pranks his dad. This pranking involves dialling the home phone, and waiting for the uncle to pick up and when he says "hello" no one responds.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Now the funny part of this is that while we don't respond, he continues to say "hello" over and over again in the most curry accent possible, which just sounds hilarious.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Now another tradition is that a dog MUST always be a guest at the party. Our friends enjoy taking care of neighbours' or friends' dog while they are on holiday. So every year for the last i-cannot-rememeber- years, there has always been a different dog present. This year we had Mortimer, the tank bulldog. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;At 10 months old, he weighs 30kg and his head height is halfway up my thigh. He is huge for his age. He is also very fun. He bit me several times, but it's not &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;really&lt;/span&gt; a bite, he just puts his mouth over your arm and leaves it there. And I kept on losing against him in tug of war. :(&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Also, the auntie gives gifts to everyone. The presents have been getting stranger by the year though, this year I got a can of deoderant (a good one though) which I think says something about me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I can't wait for next year.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yeah, so that was my Christmas day.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I don't know what I'm doing on New Years Eve. My parents have given up on going to the city to watch the fireworks due to traffic.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;What are you all doing on NYE?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;[P.S. - Which channel is taking care of the NYE show this year?]&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;[P.P.S. - Post in my CBox - it's feeling lonely] &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/965724216966570217-5482752977302401663?l=aerodyanamite.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aerodyanamite.blogspot.com/feeds/5482752977302401663/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=965724216966570217&amp;postID=5482752977302401663' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/965724216966570217/posts/default/5482752977302401663'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/965724216966570217/posts/default/5482752977302401663'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aerodyanamite.blogspot.com/2008/12/merry-christmas-everyone.html' title='Merry Christmas, everyone.'/><author><name>Storm Rider</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00915837028641444641</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_TiKIa0Cc_rs/R9ZQzyDx5zI/AAAAAAAAAAg/zP40OiLQ84M/S220/bigbird.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-965724216966570217.post-6329654641155988247</id><published>2008-12-18T21:33:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2008-12-19T11:53:32.683+11:00</updated><title type='text'>Holidays.</title><content type='html'>On holidays now. Yay?&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I don't think so.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I know I'm going to be bored as hell. I will miss my friends (esp. Her). These holidays WILL go to waste, like the previous ones. Bleargh.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Rise Against concert sometime in April next year. I don't remember the exact date, all I know is that I AM GOING. It will be awesome. :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Things I have to do these hoildays:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1. Help &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;someone&lt;/span&gt; find their "proper child" (Abandoning my orignal plan of letting her find it by herself).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2. Find my service for DoE. =="&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;3. Head to movies several times.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;4. Visit people several times.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;5. And do other things (several times).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So yeah, 5 things to keep me occupied over 5 weeks. Nice.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm off to cure my boredom. The task itself seems impossible.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;kthnxbi.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/965724216966570217-6329654641155988247?l=aerodyanamite.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aerodyanamite.blogspot.com/feeds/6329654641155988247/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=965724216966570217&amp;postID=6329654641155988247' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/965724216966570217/posts/default/6329654641155988247'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/965724216966570217/posts/default/6329654641155988247'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aerodyanamite.blogspot.com/2008/12/holidays.html' title='Holidays.'/><author><name>Storm Rider</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00915837028641444641</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_TiKIa0Cc_rs/R9ZQzyDx5zI/AAAAAAAAAAg/zP40OiLQ84M/S220/bigbird.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-965724216966570217.post-4720233199167308139</id><published>2008-12-15T16:44:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2008-12-15T22:08:32.262+11:00</updated><title type='text'>Last week of School.</title><content type='html'>So this week is the last week of school for the year.  I have limited time to do what I have to do, and I know I will never get around to doing what I have to do. Stupid cancellations.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm not really looking foward to the holidays. I know I'm going to be sitting on my ass infront of the computer/TV all day, bored out of my wits (if they even exist).  I might get a job, but I already have a semi-steady income so there's no incentive. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm so sleepy nowadays. I think it has something to do with all the coffee I'm drinking. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;In other  news, Lenny has started to listen to Rise Against. Good on him. Apparently I'm the one who indirectly introduced him to it. *Feels proud*. &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;To everyone else&lt;/span&gt; - Listen to Rise Against. If you don't like their sound at least take a look at their lyrics, they have strong meanings.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I have history stuff to do now. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;That is all. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Bye.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;(P.S. - Now that I know you my blog Mevandi, post something in my CBox!)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;(P.P.S. - I just realised my posts have been becoming more and more vague.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I won't crawl on my knees for you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I won't believe the lies that hide the truth.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I won't sweat one more drop for you.&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/965724216966570217-4720233199167308139?l=aerodyanamite.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aerodyanamite.blogspot.com/feeds/4720233199167308139/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=965724216966570217&amp;postID=4720233199167308139' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/965724216966570217/posts/default/4720233199167308139'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/965724216966570217/posts/default/4720233199167308139'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aerodyanamite.blogspot.com/2008/12/last-week-of-school.html' title='Last week of School.'/><author><name>Storm Rider</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00915837028641444641</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_TiKIa0Cc_rs/R9ZQzyDx5zI/AAAAAAAAAAg/zP40OiLQ84M/S220/bigbird.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-965724216966570217.post-2151181498242863892</id><published>2008-12-09T17:32:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T17:44:54.282+11:00</updated><title type='text'>Casting Life2.</title><content type='html'>So judging by the last few comments posted in my CBox....&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Karan: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic; "&gt;r.i.p&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Durga:&lt;/span&gt; Niro : have you forgotten about about this blog or have you just abandoned it?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;.....I figured I should pump some life back into this thing.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So yeah, I'm sure a lot of things have happened in the past few weeks but I have forgotten what actually happened. &gt;.&lt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm surprised with the number of idiots still chucking around waterbombs after so many people have already been hit with arvos. I think ****[name removed] was sitting in an in-school suspension today(can anyone confirm that?). This morning people were throwing around waterbombs in the change room, and although it &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;was&lt;/span&gt; entertaining to watch, it left the floor wet and slippery. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Also, I lost my P.E. bag in the change rooms. I still have all my stuff but that bag is just missing. I think someone picked it up by accident and took it with them out of the changeroom. Bleargh.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm off.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/965724216966570217-2151181498242863892?l=aerodyanamite.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aerodyanamite.blogspot.com/feeds/2151181498242863892/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=965724216966570217&amp;postID=2151181498242863892' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/965724216966570217/posts/default/2151181498242863892'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/965724216966570217/posts/default/2151181498242863892'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aerodyanamite.blogspot.com/2008/12/casting-life2.html' title='Casting Life2.'/><author><name>Storm Rider</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00915837028641444641</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_TiKIa0Cc_rs/R9ZQzyDx5zI/AAAAAAAAAAg/zP40OiLQ84M/S220/bigbird.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-965724216966570217.post-6779030763762440730</id><published>2008-11-24T21:19:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2008-11-24T21:33:35.692+11:00</updated><title type='text'>Drama Night</title><content type='html'>Drama Night was freaking awesome. I swear I should have done Drama instead of Commerce. It looks so funn.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway I enjoyed EVERYTHING. It was too bad I already knew the scripts to the ones I really liked but apart from that everything was hectic. Best school-organised-night-event ever. They should have one everyweek. &gt;.&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The dancing was even better, despite the fact I had seen it before. Robin was full into it, which made me laugh. What was a shame is that there were evidently people missing in that performance, which just left huge gaps.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;BUT IT WAS STILL AWESOME.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Short post, I have nothing else to say.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;We toss and turn but don't sleep,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Each breath we take makes us theives.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Like causes without rebels,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Just talk but promise nothing else.&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/965724216966570217-6779030763762440730?l=aerodyanamite.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aerodyanamite.blogspot.com/feeds/6779030763762440730/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=965724216966570217&amp;postID=6779030763762440730' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/965724216966570217/posts/default/6779030763762440730'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/965724216966570217/posts/default/6779030763762440730'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aerodyanamite.blogspot.com/2008/11/drama-night.html' title='Drama Night'/><author><name>Storm Rider</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00915837028641444641</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_TiKIa0Cc_rs/R9ZQzyDx5zI/AAAAAAAAAAg/zP40OiLQ84M/S220/bigbird.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-965724216966570217.post-6691383618334590588</id><published>2008-11-22T17:59:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2008-11-23T16:19:38.769+11:00</updated><title type='text'>So it's a Caturday afternoon.</title><content type='html'>I haven't blogged in ages yet I have so much to write about. I have honestly opened up a new post once every 2 days in the last weeks yet I haven't been bothered to complete an actual post. And i would love to write about everything I planned on writing, but you see, I have the worst memory in existence.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So I'll just go on about the Spring Fair that was held on Friday. &gt;.&lt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well to be honest it wasn't as great as I thought it would be, but it was very fun. And that's all that matters.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The rides were what I expected them to be (hey, it's not like they could have shoved a rollercoaster in our bottom......oval). Sumo was incredibly tiring but very fun, whereas the jumping castle was even more tiring. &lt;.&lt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The rest of the day was spent running around to various stalls in hope of finding something worth the money sitting so lonely in my wallet.  There was nothing, really. So seeing as everywhere you would look there would be junk there's no harm in buying the stuff. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Although credits go towards Kevin's "Bing Cha" which served awesome ice tea, which progressively became warmer as the day went on.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I heard the Brawl competition in the library went well, and I think it was a shame that I didn't hang around to watch but oh well. Go the The Hive of Five if you want videos of the "epic" battles.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Baulko's Got Talent was mostly entertaining. Aaron sung well and "danced" alright too (Marcus, you owe the guy $10). There was some pretty good beatboxing by some guys who I think are in yr 11. It would have been a lot better had they not nicked most of their performance off someone else.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 10px; white-space: pre; "&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/FLn45-7Pn2Y&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/FLn45-7Pn2Y&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But it was still good. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I really liked that guy who won the entire thing. That asian guy who's name seems to have evaded me. Aaron is holding a grudge against him because he won Crestwood Idol and now this with the same song. Haha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh and I just came off the jumping castle in time to watch the Stooper Troopers win "Are you Smarter than a Baulko Teacher?". I was surprised that Mevandi was up there but apparently the Stooper Troopers were one (wo)man short so they pulled up the smartest person from the crowd. It's a shame she didn't go up and claim her prize at the assembly at the end of the day.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Wow, what a boring post.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway. Einstein's "E=MC^2" was proved the other day, which I find interesting. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://news.yahoo.com/s/afp/20081120/sc_afp/sciencephysicseinstein_081120235605"&gt;http://news.yahoo.com/s/afp/20081120/sc_afp/sciencephysicseinstein_081120235605&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Clicky.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Which brings me to the next topic: The Big Bang.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We are currently being taught in science something that cannot be proven, and is not definite.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;[Before I begin to rant I want you, my readers, to correct me if you find anything even remotely wrong. I am willing to learn. Also, I'm asking you to put up with the nonsense that might worm its way in the the following few paragraphs.]&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;What the hell is up with that?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Learning about something that is not definite and probably will never be proven is ridiculous. What happens if "The Big Bang Theory" is a load of crap and several lessons go to waste?Apparently "Time and space" did not exist before the explosion. Now tell, if the entire theory that the universe was created form something that could fit on a needle head is correct, then there &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;had&lt;/span&gt; to be some sort of space for that thing to be sitting in. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;/minirant.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hmm.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I have work to do now.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/965724216966570217-6691383618334590588?l=aerodyanamite.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aerodyanamite.blogspot.com/feeds/6691383618334590588/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=965724216966570217&amp;postID=6691383618334590588' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/965724216966570217/posts/default/6691383618334590588'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/965724216966570217/posts/default/6691383618334590588'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aerodyanamite.blogspot.com/2008/11/so-its-caturday-afternoon.html' title='So it&apos;s a Caturday afternoon.'/><author><name>Storm Rider</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00915837028641444641</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_TiKIa0Cc_rs/R9ZQzyDx5zI/AAAAAAAAAAg/zP40OiLQ84M/S220/bigbird.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-965724216966570217.post-368381568979122146</id><published>2008-11-12T20:10:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2008-11-12T20:40:30.290+11:00</updated><title type='text'>V.V. Tired.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold; text-decoration: underline;"&gt;WARNING:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I just woke up from a 3 hour "nap". Some things in this post WILL NOT make sense.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So with exams tommorow, I figured it wasn't a good idea to begin cramming information I know I missed in my notes. And with exams tommorow, I think it would be awesome if I did the rest of this post in note form.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But I'm not going to. Maybe another time.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Do you know what's really weird? Watching TV and seeing all these Christmas ads. I know it's halfway through November and advertising with a hint of Christmas is acceptable by now but I look at the TV and think "Damn, another year gone. And so quickly." &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But my point has nothing to do with the Christmas ads, it's about how this year has gone too fast. I remember the first day of term one back this year as though it was yesterday (which is a grand feat for me because I have a terrible memory). &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Argh. Time is passing too quickly. Quick, someone invent a time machine.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So I'm at a loss as to what to dress up as for &lt;s&gt;Bling&lt;/s&gt; Spring Fair. I might borrow Mevandi's idea of going as an "Extra" if I can't think of anything soon. Hmm. I was thinking something along the lines of FF7 but I don't have any cosplay props or anything. Argh. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Someone give me ideas. And make a time machine.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/965724216966570217-368381568979122146?l=aerodyanamite.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aerodyanamite.blogspot.com/feeds/368381568979122146/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=965724216966570217&amp;postID=368381568979122146' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/965724216966570217/posts/default/368381568979122146'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/965724216966570217/posts/default/368381568979122146'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aerodyanamite.blogspot.com/2008/11/vv-tired.html' title='V.V. Tired.'/><author><name>Storm Rider</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00915837028641444641</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_TiKIa0Cc_rs/R9ZQzyDx5zI/AAAAAAAAAAg/zP40OiLQ84M/S220/bigbird.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-965724216966570217.post-8288117574175509508</id><published>2008-11-07T17:51:00.001+11:00</published><updated>2008-11-07T18:42:07.629+11:00</updated><title type='text'>WE WON/</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Estuans interius,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Ira vehementi&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic; "&gt;Estuans interius,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic; "&gt;Ira vehementi&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;We won our debate. Heck yes. I'm so happy about that.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I won't go into the details but let's just say Matthew's class was DEVAstated by their loss. I think.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway that was one of the main highlights of the day.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I haven't posted in a while. So time for point by point updates!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;1. OBAMA WON&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yeah, just incase you didn't know.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;2. Durga just ticked me off&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Argh.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And now I blame her for the shortness of this post.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Actually I blame it on my lack of things to say.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/965724216966570217-8288117574175509508?l=aerodyanamite.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aerodyanamite.blogspot.com/feeds/8288117574175509508/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=965724216966570217&amp;postID=8288117574175509508' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/965724216966570217/posts/default/8288117574175509508'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/965724216966570217/posts/default/8288117574175509508'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aerodyanamite.blogspot.com/2008/11/we-won.html' title='WE WON/'/><author><name>Storm Rider</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00915837028641444641</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_TiKIa0Cc_rs/R9ZQzyDx5zI/AAAAAAAAAAg/zP40OiLQ84M/S220/bigbird.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-965724216966570217.post-589453288035664794</id><published>2008-11-03T19:34:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2008-11-03T20:31:21.294+11:00</updated><title type='text'>Eclispe Crossword.</title><content type='html'>*I just got Yeli to tell her blog readers I said "Hi"*&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway today was a pretty lame day. Which is why I won't blog about it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway as soon as I got home my mum started yelling at me to study (despite the fact that I've stuied for almost everything) so an hour later I sat down and pulled out my commerce book.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Only to fall asleep after writing up a heading.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So I wake up and hour later and see the time is 5:30. Which meant I was half an hour late for a meeting over MSN with Durga, Lenny and Deva about debating. I jump right up not knowing my right leg was still asleep. What the real shame is is that I placed my entire body weight on my right leg in an attempt to start sprinting to the computer.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So seeing as my right leg was asleep I literally crashed onto the cold, tiled floor and in the process hitting my head on my bedpost.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It hurt.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yeah and that was about the most exciting thing that happened today.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I blame commerce for making me semi-depressed for the rest of the day. It's just crazy what some people do, although they don't really seem like the people who will do stuff like that and when they do - you feel sorry for them. You try to find out why they did it and when you ask them they'll be like "I don't know". It is really, really sad that it came to that point in theirlife, and I really wish that in the future they will have a much more positive outlook on things.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;:(&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Although before that happened commerce was funny. We had Nesbitt for the first period and he was alright at teaching commerce. Matt went up and hugged him for a dare. And then the second period we had Hagin. He moved Erin away from Zac because "there was too much magnetism" between them, so he decided to move her next to me because he thought there wouldn't be as much "magentism".&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I was deeply offended by that. :P&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway, yeah the rest of the day was so-so.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The debating topic for Friday's debate against Matthews' class is "We are here to enjoy ourselves". And we're negative which SEEMS a hard side to argue for, btu really, once you brainstorm I think  negative is a lot easier than affirmative. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;9EN1 - Bring it on.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yeah, photography was crap too, thanks to Kapilan and a failing camera. Kapilan kept on whinging the entire way through. It's mainly Kausthub and I who do most of the work, with some input from Karan. Kapilan actually expects us to listen to him when it's us 3 who have been doing all of the writing components for this task. So when it comes to shooting Kapilan thinks we have to listen to him because he's "Director". He didn't do jack beforehand, so why do we have to listen to him now? He only got the position of Director because Kausthub wanted cameraman and Karan and I wanted to be actors so Kapilan got the remaining role as director because there  was nothing else. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I really need to bring a  stressball to photography for the next 2 weeks.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Argh.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm angry.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;[Sidenote: Yeli considers me a good friend. How awesome.]&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Something for the pain,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Just to kill this feeling.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Although we look awake,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Inside we're all still sleeping.&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/965724216966570217-589453288035664794?l=aerodyanamite.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aerodyanamite.blogspot.com/feeds/589453288035664794/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=965724216966570217&amp;postID=589453288035664794' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/965724216966570217/posts/default/589453288035664794'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/965724216966570217/posts/default/589453288035664794'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aerodyanamite.blogspot.com/2008/11/eclispe-crossword.html' title='Eclispe Crossword.'/><author><name>Storm Rider</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00915837028641444641</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_TiKIa0Cc_rs/R9ZQzyDx5zI/AAAAAAAAAAg/zP40OiLQ84M/S220/bigbird.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-965724216966570217.post-5046425582489544839</id><published>2008-11-02T15:45:00.001+11:00</published><updated>2008-11-02T16:07:49.281+11:00</updated><title type='text'>Stupid Tagging.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 10px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;PART 1&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Are you allowed to have a bf/gf?&lt;br /&gt;Probably not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Describe yourself in one word.&lt;br /&gt;Forgetful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Who would you pick, someone who really loves you, or the one you love?&lt;br /&gt;Hard choice. Selfish to pick the one I love, so it will have to be the someone who really loves me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Have you ever loved someone BEFORE but never had the courage to tell him/her?&lt;br /&gt;This question made no sense. (I blame the "before" in capitals)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Does it feel good to love?&lt;br /&gt;Yeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- What will you say to someone who doesn't want to believe you?&lt;br /&gt;Believe me or I'll divide by 0.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- God is giving u just 5 more minutes before going back to heaven, IF you love someone special, what will you say to that person?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 10px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;5 minutes isn't enough to say what I have to say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Was there ever a time that you tried to learn to love someone?&lt;br /&gt;Sub-conciously I have. But that was more "I'll try to be nicer to them" or something like that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- What's your opinion about someone who's jealous?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 10px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Hard question. Next.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- What can you say about playboys/playgirls?&lt;br /&gt;Get a REAL job.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 10px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PART 2&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Best place to cry?&lt;br /&gt;No real "best place".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Who do you love the most?&lt;br /&gt;Her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Tell us your dream last night?&lt;br /&gt;IT WAS SOMETHING AWESOME. But I forgot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Ever hated someone so bad?&lt;br /&gt;Yeah. Definitley. Because 'Hating someone "so bad"' makes perfect sense.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- The biggest &amp;amp; most hurtful lie you heard?&lt;br /&gt;I've heard or told?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THE LAST PERSON...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- You had a beer with?&lt;br /&gt;Haven't had one yet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Went to the movies with?&lt;br /&gt;My cousin to watch Step Brothers. That was ages ago, though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Talked on the cell phone to?&lt;br /&gt;Cam't remember.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- You hugged?&lt;br /&gt;Mum.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- You yelled at?&lt;br /&gt;Sister. She was getting a bit smart-mouthed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THE LAST TIME YOU...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Kissed someone?&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 10px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Danced crazy?&lt;br /&gt;I don't dance crazy much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Were angry, and why?&lt;br /&gt;At myself, for forgetting things I wanted to say. I hate missing oppurtunities.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 10px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 10px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 10px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 10px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 10px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 10px;"&gt;I tag EVERYONE (like the other 2 did) who reads this blog + has their own blog. And I tag Karan x5, because it will be funny to see what results we get from this.&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/965724216966570217-5046425582489544839?l=aerodyanamite.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aerodyanamite.blogspot.com/feeds/5046425582489544839/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=965724216966570217&amp;postID=5046425582489544839' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/965724216966570217/posts/default/5046425582489544839'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/965724216966570217/posts/default/5046425582489544839'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aerodyanamite.blogspot.com/2008/11/stupid-tagging.html' title='Stupid Tagging.'/><author><name>Storm Rider</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00915837028641444641</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_TiKIa0Cc_rs/R9ZQzyDx5zI/AAAAAAAAAAg/zP40OiLQ84M/S220/bigbird.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-965724216966570217.post-8036818461363023604</id><published>2008-10-31T18:54:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2008-10-31T19:18:41.866+11:00</updated><title type='text'>Scar Tissue.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;There's a lady who's sure&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;All that glitters is gold&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;And she's buying the stairway to heaven&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TiKIa0Cc_rs/SQq773RRhEI/AAAAAAAAAEU/GCNmVHsUdl8/s400/33247194-2-440-FT-2.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263225751658923074" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yeah. I want that iPod. NOW.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My parents have been saying to me that if I do well in my exams this year I might get one. So I'm studying extra hard. :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Our English class debating team had a "practise" debate against the others who were good candiates for the class team. As afffirmative for "Sports personalities are good role models" we won the practise round so that was good. I was 4th speaker so I ended up geting writing cramps. &gt;.&lt;.  But once again congratulations to Deva. For being awesome at debating. And Durga and Lenny went up there and pwned too. This team is so awesome.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;If I leave here tommorow,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Would you still rememeber me?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Short post about nothing really.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I think I should change the song on this blog.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/965724216966570217-8036818461363023604?l=aerodyanamite.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aerodyanamite.blogspot.com/feeds/8036818461363023604/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=965724216966570217&amp;postID=8036818461363023604' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/965724216966570217/posts/default/8036818461363023604'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/965724216966570217/posts/default/8036818461363023604'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aerodyanamite.blogspot.com/2008/10/scar-tissue.html' title='Scar Tissue.'/><author><name>Storm Rider</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00915837028641444641</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_TiKIa0Cc_rs/R9ZQzyDx5zI/AAAAAAAAAAg/zP40OiLQ84M/S220/bigbird.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TiKIa0Cc_rs/SQq773RRhEI/AAAAAAAAAEU/GCNmVHsUdl8/s72-c/33247194-2-440-FT-2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-965724216966570217.post-2009850169035555898</id><published>2008-10-24T20:45:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2008-10-25T14:11:00.789+11:00</updated><title type='text'>WE GIVE IT AAAAAALLLLLLLLLLLL!!!!!!!!!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;Today I offer myself up to this,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I'm living for my dying wish.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This week has been such an awesome week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I have no idea why. I have constantly been on a high for the last few days and I have no idea why, but it feels awesome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The last of the debates were finished up and my team won the debate. So ha - Commercials are NOT the best part of TV. :P&lt;br /&gt;And the class team has been selected. It's Lenny, Durga, Deva and I. We have Deva so we'll get at least one win, but the problem is is that he's leaving halfway through the competition so Arkash will be taking his place instead, but nonetheless a good team all-round.&lt;br /&gt;My only main issue is that we're versing Mrs. Matthews' class first. Argh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's the weekend and I'm bored. Help me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Wake me up inside&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Tell me theres a reason&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;To take another step&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;To get up off my knees and,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Follow this path of most resistance&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;And wherever it takes us,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Whatever it faces and wherever it leads&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/965724216966570217-2009850169035555898?l=aerodyanamite.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aerodyanamite.blogspot.com/feeds/2009850169035555898/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=965724216966570217&amp;postID=2009850169035555898' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/965724216966570217/posts/default/2009850169035555898'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/965724216966570217/posts/default/2009850169035555898'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aerodyanamite.blogspot.com/2008/10/we-give-it-aaaaaallllllllllll.html' title='WE GIVE IT AAAAAALLLLLLLLLLLL!!!!!!!!!!!!'/><author><name>Storm Rider</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00915837028641444641</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_TiKIa0Cc_rs/R9ZQzyDx5zI/AAAAAAAAAAg/zP40OiLQ84M/S220/bigbird.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-965724216966570217.post-955666314368210781</id><published>2008-10-20T16:01:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2008-10-20T16:35:17.510+11:00</updated><title type='text'>Heating up.</title><content type='html'>Argh, typing with a band-aid on my left forefinger is hard work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It sure it getting hot nowadays, isn't it? Summer is approaching. Although I think the flies its summer alread, judging by the amount of flies that are buzzing around these days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, debating today was Epic. Yes. "Epic" with a capital E. That's how epic it was.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Topic: Australia is a country of imitators.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Teams&lt;/u&gt; (in order of speakers)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Affirmative&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Jonny Wang&lt;br /&gt;2. James Le&lt;br /&gt;3. Andrew Choi&lt;br /&gt;4. Jimmy Huang&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Negative&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Jason Koong&lt;br /&gt;2. Bryan Ho&lt;br /&gt;3. Deva Saxena&lt;br /&gt;4. Delo Subaharan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes. You can already tell which side one. :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Highlights of this debate:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;James Le literally falling backwards from his chair after too much laughing&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Andrew Choi talking. (Yes, just talking. He hs a funny way of speaking [no offence intended]).&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Roger, Hugh, Amol and Peter putting up signs when James was talking. Somthing to do with a "Juggernaut" versing something. I don't know, I couldn't see the  signs properly.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;The Negative side practically owning everything the Affirmative said.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;And last but not least the best part of today's debate was......&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;[drumroll]&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;DEVA!&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Yes, that's right. Deva. The debating king. You cannot beat Deva. End story. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;He could have won the debate by himself. He gave 3 and a half minutes of pure rebuttal before he started on his prepared speech. He torched every single argument that the other side. You could just feel the verbal K.O. (oh and the verbal K.O. was invented by someone else last year) emanating from him. Good job, Deva.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Double Commerce was funny too. I just can't rememeber what made it funny. :S&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;The rest of the day was bleargh-worthy. Apart from lunch. Lunch was pretty awesome.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I think Monday is my favourite day of the week.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/965724216966570217-955666314368210781?l=aerodyanamite.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aerodyanamite.blogspot.com/feeds/955666314368210781/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=965724216966570217&amp;postID=955666314368210781' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/965724216966570217/posts/default/955666314368210781'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/965724216966570217/posts/default/955666314368210781'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aerodyanamite.blogspot.com/2008/10/heating-up.html' title='Heating up.'/><author><name>Storm Rider</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00915837028641444641</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_TiKIa0Cc_rs/R9ZQzyDx5zI/AAAAAAAAAAg/zP40OiLQ84M/S220/bigbird.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-965724216966570217.post-2712595211410883321</id><published>2008-10-16T21:56:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2008-10-16T22:10:28.142+11:00</updated><title type='text'>OMG ABDUCTED!</title><content type='html'>Hello. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Just another short post. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;About nothing really.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hmm maybe I should write about how I got kidnapped in English, Period2.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well here I am in G11 up at the teachers desk asking the teacher something and then some of my year 10 "friends" beckon for me to come outside. I finish asking Ingersoll my question then step outside the door.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;...Only to be grabbed by 3 Yr10 dudes and carried into the drama room next door. &gt;.&lt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yeah and they blocked the door so I couldn't get out. I was stuck in there for around 5 minutes just sitting there until they thought I was boring and then they proceeded to kick me out of the drama room.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;What the funny thing was that no-one apart from 3 people in the class realised I was abducted. not even Ingersoll noticed.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Fun times.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Promises we plan to break&lt;br /&gt;Are made in whispered voices&lt;br /&gt;Cause our despair knows many names&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/965724216966570217-2712595211410883321?l=aerodyanamite.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aerodyanamite.blogspot.com/feeds/2712595211410883321/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=965724216966570217&amp;postID=2712595211410883321' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/965724216966570217/posts/default/2712595211410883321'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/965724216966570217/posts/default/2712595211410883321'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aerodyanamite.blogspot.com/2008/10/omg-abducted.html' title='OMG ABDUCTED!'/><author><name>Storm Rider</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00915837028641444641</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_TiKIa0Cc_rs/R9ZQzyDx5zI/AAAAAAAAAAg/zP40OiLQ84M/S220/bigbird.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-965724216966570217.post-8504914717002612832</id><published>2008-10-14T17:51:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2008-10-14T20:03:50.207+11:00</updated><title type='text'>Quick Post.</title><content type='html'>I thought I'd give myself 10 minutes for writing a quick post before I jump back to doing my PDM assignments.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You know, as I was just logging in with my gmail account I realised  how lame my email address sounded and thought I should delete it somehow. And then I thought of wh yI actually chose that address in the first place. &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;And then &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;I wished I could could change it.  But I couldn't.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's like naming a dog or something. [Not that I've ever owned a dog in the first place. I've always wanted a dog, but my mum is terrified of them]. Once you've named it you can't change it. Even my current one feels a bit queer now. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Might get a new one, but then I have to go to the trouble of getting all the contacts again.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm so lazy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;These are our lives, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;But did they even matter?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Are we worth remembering?&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/965724216966570217-8504914717002612832?l=aerodyanamite.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aerodyanamite.blogspot.com/feeds/8504914717002612832/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=965724216966570217&amp;postID=8504914717002612832' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/965724216966570217/posts/default/8504914717002612832'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/965724216966570217/posts/default/8504914717002612832'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aerodyanamite.blogspot.com/2008/10/quick-post.html' title='Quick Post.'/><author><name>Storm Rider</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00915837028641444641</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_TiKIa0Cc_rs/R9ZQzyDx5zI/AAAAAAAAAAg/zP40OiLQ84M/S220/bigbird.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-965724216966570217.post-8475427956977099210</id><published>2008-10-08T13:52:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2008-10-08T14:15:22.774+11:00</updated><title type='text'>StepBrothers.</title><content type='html'>Yesterday was an interesting day. In a way.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Pasindu (my cousin) and I headed to Westpoint Blacktown to watch Step Brothers. I was hoping we would be in cinema No.5 (the one with the biggest screen) but we were in 10. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway. The movie's story wasn't that bad and the rare joke and random moments weren't too bad either. The only thing that nnoyed me were the people around me. In the row infront of me we had these skateboarders who thought it was necessary to read ALL the opening credits, which went on for 2 minutes. And then I had this girl next to me who kept on squealing whenever she saw something she didn't like. Without them I think the movie could have been a bit better. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yeah after the movies we grabbed a bite to eat and then started to shop for our costumes (a specific scoloured shirt) we were going to wear to Mel's party on Friday.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Pas and I are going as Blood and Crip, respectively. So he needs to wear full red where I need to wear full blue. So what we decided to do is get the exact same shirt, only different colours, that way it will look better because we're going to show up to the party together.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Pas bought some Kanye West shutter glasses and bandanas on Sunday so I'll be wearing those as well. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway I thought we could get the same shirt cheaper somewhere else so we then tracked the all mighty BIG W down.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And only to find to our disappointment that they didn't have what we were looking for.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But we grabbed Mel's present while we were there (Which was almost a lifetime supply of lollies). &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;After that we jumped back up a level to CottonOn to get our shirts and then we sprinted back downstairs to catch our bus back. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Actually that wasn't a spectactular day, but good nonetheless.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh and once again I have a DJing gig. Sort of. At Mel's party me and Pasindu will be DJing half the time whilst Vinny will do the rest. It's going to be so much better this time because of the following&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1. Vinny will be bringing his mixer, so there will be no need to use the crappy mixer in VirtualDj.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2. We're going to be DJing to a crowd 150+ which will be better than the 25 last time.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;3. We're going to be sharing the DJing spot, which means a lot more partying.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I can't wait for Friday.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/965724216966570217-8475427956977099210?l=aerodyanamite.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aerodyanamite.blogspot.com/feeds/8475427956977099210/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=965724216966570217&amp;postID=8475427956977099210' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/965724216966570217/posts/default/8475427956977099210'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/965724216966570217/posts/default/8475427956977099210'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aerodyanamite.blogspot.com/2008/10/stepbrothers.html' title='StepBrothers.'/><author><name>Storm Rider</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00915837028641444641</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_TiKIa0Cc_rs/R9ZQzyDx5zI/AAAAAAAAAAg/zP40OiLQ84M/S220/bigbird.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-965724216966570217.post-4877189008850991536</id><published>2008-10-03T09:24:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2008-10-03T10:01:05.838+10:00</updated><title type='text'>DotDotDot.</title><content type='html'>New Rise Against album leaked. Argh. I'm loving the fact that I can listen to their new and pretty alright stuff but I'm also annoyed at the person who did it. Oh well.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway, the last few days have been good I guess. But let's recap Karan's party. :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It was practically a big XBox360 fest really. We played Halo 3, Gears of War (which is not as bad as I originally thought), Unreal Tournament and Guitar Hero 3 (which was probably the most awesome thing).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm getting better at Halo 3, and I beat Karan in Gears of War on my very first turn and Unreal Tournament was full tactics as opposed to running out of your cover with guns blazing. On second thoughts that was exactly what is was, but its all holding your ground and defending a certain area. That tactical, right?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway, Guitar Hero was the most awesome thing to do. For all those who don't know about Thorugh the Fire and Flames; it's a song that is the last and the hardest song to beat in the game and only a handful of players have actually beaten it (or gotten past the intro, which is the first 30 seconds of the song and the song in 8 minutes).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well, I suggested that we try "6 guys, 1 guitar" which was 1 person per button on the guitar, which makes it easier to play the song because you're only focussing on one note. But this became 4 guys and 1 guitar which wasn't too bad either.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway, we got through the intro and then we just let Karan play the rest of the song. And that was just amazing. He got through most of the song (69%)  just before failing it. Oh well. Next time, Karan, next time.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;/nerd talk.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Owen gave Karan a firecracker as part of his gift to Karan. So we went into his backyard and lit it. The sound was meant to be so loud as it would [quote Owen] "Fuck our ears". But it really wasn't that loud, probably because I had my hands over my ears. If I am to make a good judgement on whether that firecracker would have the ability to "Fuck our ears" then I shouldn't have covered my ears. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;How about food? Well - &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Pizza was good&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Icecream with strawberries was delicious&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;And the cake was pretty good as well.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div&gt;Uhh what else?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;No I think that's about it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yeah so that was Karan's late-but-nonetheless-awesome party.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/965724216966570217-4877189008850991536?l=aerodyanamite.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aerodyanamite.blogspot.com/feeds/4877189008850991536/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=965724216966570217&amp;postID=4877189008850991536' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/965724216966570217/posts/default/4877189008850991536'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/965724216966570217/posts/default/4877189008850991536'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aerodyanamite.blogspot.com/2008/10/dotdotdot.html' title='DotDotDot.'/><author><name>Storm Rider</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00915837028641444641</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_TiKIa0Cc_rs/R9ZQzyDx5zI/AAAAAAAAAAg/zP40OiLQ84M/S220/bigbird.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-965724216966570217.post-2353665353082739074</id><published>2008-09-30T15:52:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2008-09-30T16:54:55.190+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Holidays are boring.</title><content type='html'>The holidays are boring.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;All I've been doing is playing games and watching TV. And I don't really feel like breaking my record that I made last holidays where I watched TV for 7 hours straight (although it felt pretty awesome but my eyes begged to differ).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Uhh I did say I would blog about the year 12 Grad.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So here goes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It was 2 hours of sitting there - listening to speeches, watching the year 12's getting thier portfolio thingies and watching the various performances. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But it wasn't as bad as everyone else put it. Seriously.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I semi-enjoyed the performances. The asian guy who did that dance with an umbrella to "Umbrella" by Rihanna was pretty good/entertaining. And I guess the captain's speeaches were alright as well.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But that's about it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And I can't be bothered to type anything else.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Are we so alone,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;So distant, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;So forgotten,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;As we think ourselves to be?&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/965724216966570217-2353665353082739074?l=aerodyanamite.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aerodyanamite.blogspot.com/feeds/2353665353082739074/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=965724216966570217&amp;postID=2353665353082739074' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/965724216966570217/posts/default/2353665353082739074'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/965724216966570217/posts/default/2353665353082739074'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aerodyanamite.blogspot.com/2008/09/holidays-are-boring.html' title='Holidays are boring.'/><author><name>Storm Rider</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00915837028641444641</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_TiKIa0Cc_rs/R9ZQzyDx5zI/AAAAAAAAAAg/zP40OiLQ84M/S220/bigbird.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-965724216966570217.post-3923638835320384254</id><published>2008-09-26T18:17:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2008-09-26T19:24:54.272+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Holidays?</title><content type='html'>Bleargh. Holidays.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I guess everyone has something interesting to do over the holidays and therefore looks foward to them. I have plenty of things to look foward to but I honestly think that for most of the time I'm going to be bored. Really bored. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mel is such a funny person. There's only 150 people on her guest list at the moment, but she's given out almost 200+ invites. Damn this is going to be one awesome party. There, one thing to look foward to.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And then there's Karan's late birthday party (better late than never). Hooray for playing Halo for hours on end! (Oh and Sniva, I WILL get one kill against you - I've made that promise to myself).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Pfft, I've mentioned two people who never read this blog. Oh well.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway I think thats about it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;No wait!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Year 12 Graduation. Have to post about that. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Later though. :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/965724216966570217-3923638835320384254?l=aerodyanamite.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aerodyanamite.blogspot.com/feeds/3923638835320384254/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=965724216966570217&amp;postID=3923638835320384254' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/965724216966570217/posts/default/3923638835320384254'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/965724216966570217/posts/default/3923638835320384254'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aerodyanamite.blogspot.com/2008/09/holidays.html' title='Holidays?'/><author><name>Storm Rider</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00915837028641444641</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_TiKIa0Cc_rs/R9ZQzyDx5zI/AAAAAAAAAAg/zP40OiLQ84M/S220/bigbird.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-965724216966570217.post-5933977850124662354</id><published>2008-09-18T19:43:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2008-09-18T22:07:08.810+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Uh-oh.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;[I'm in a good mood today, so ignore all the "ha-ha's" and the overly positive behaviour. At least I think it's overly positive].&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Haha. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;My dad found this social-networking site that connects him to all his high-school friends who have an account. It's so weird seeing him on such a site, doing stuff which I do very, very rarely.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Anyway, Non-Calculator test tommorow as well as some science test. I think I'll do fine in both, and no, I'm not afriad of jinxing myself if anyone was thinking something along the topic. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I had forgotten completely about the P.D. assignment until Tuesday, so then I decided to start and finish it on Thursday night. But as it turns out, Don has already completed it! I feel guilty for not helping out or anything, I asked him to email it to me so I can do &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;something &lt;/span&gt;but he said it's fine and not to.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;But I still feel guilty.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;Somewhere between happy, and total fucking wreck&lt;br /&gt;Feet sometimes on solid ground, sometimes at the edge&lt;br /&gt;To spend your waking moments, simply killing time&lt;br /&gt;Is to give up on your hopes and dreams, to give up on your...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="FONT-STYLE: italic;font-family:Verdana;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;This skin is messing up the text/images on the page,  have to change to a new one soon. As soon as I pick one I like.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Today was strike (again). It was a shame it didn't go until 11 like last time. I wanted to go in the morning &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="TEXT-DECORATION: underline"&gt;because I could&lt;/span&gt; and I just spent most of my time playing speed with Arnav whilst listening to Owen's iPod. I really should get and iPod. Either the new iPod Nano Chromatic 16Gb or the New iPod Touch 16Gb. One of the two would be good.  :D And both would be just awesome. Ha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Anyway, I'm off to study more for that test I know I'm gonna ace.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Haha, I think it's best not to get too cocky.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;[Oh and one more thing. I'm going to do what Lawrence did (again) just to find out how many people read my blog. So if you do read my blog - please least a comment in the CBox, it'll be much appreciated. Thanks].&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/965724216966570217-5933977850124662354?l=aerodyanamite.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aerodyanamite.blogspot.com/feeds/5933977850124662354/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=965724216966570217&amp;postID=5933977850124662354' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/965724216966570217/posts/default/5933977850124662354'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/965724216966570217/posts/default/5933977850124662354'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aerodyanamite.blogspot.com/2008/09/uh-oh.html' title='Uh-oh.'/><author><name>Storm Rider</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00915837028641444641</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_TiKIa0Cc_rs/R9ZQzyDx5zI/AAAAAAAAAAg/zP40OiLQ84M/S220/bigbird.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-965724216966570217.post-6949913159855688001</id><published>2008-09-05T18:53:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2008-09-05T19:08:32.303+10:00</updated><title type='text'>&gt;.&lt;</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;And if strength is born from heartbreak,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Then mountains I could move.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;If walls could speak I'd pray&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;That they would tell me what to do.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Rise Against&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;IS NOT SCREAMO&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Marilyn Manson is.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;...Had to get that off my chest.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's been raining quite on and off lately, something that I find annoying - after all it &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;is&lt;/span&gt; Spring.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I still don't know why it was necessary to have &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;MUFF + TEE  &lt;/span&gt;(haha) day today. All I know is that it had something to do with Spring. I just saw the signs around the school and the reminder placed in the CBox to the left and acted accordingly. Would that be conforming?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I guess the thing to do nowadays - not to conform. I wonder whether it would be considered conforming to conform with those who do not conform with the conformists. I think I used the word "conform" too many times in a single sentence. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Speaking of conform&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;ing, here's an interesting image I found through Digg.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TiKIa0Cc_rs/SMD2XNURApI/AAAAAAAAAD8/F_v-o1T38x0/s400/5KIJKAm7G8by4rem1epgL46H_500.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5242460844831343250" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It says:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color: rgb(85, 85, 85);   font-weight: bold; font-family:'Lucida Grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;"Go to work, send your kids to school&lt;br /&gt;follow fashion, act normal&lt;br /&gt;walk on the pavements, watch T.V.&lt;br /&gt;save for your old age, obey the law&lt;br /&gt;Repeat after me: I am free”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(85, 85, 85); font-family: 'Lucida Grande'; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color: rgb(85, 85, 85);   font-family:'Lucida Grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;(There, Angela, I updated my blog. I hope you're happy now).&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/965724216966570217-6949913159855688001?l=aerodyanamite.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aerodyanamite.blogspot.com/feeds/6949913159855688001/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=965724216966570217&amp;postID=6949913159855688001' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/965724216966570217/posts/default/6949913159855688001'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/965724216966570217/posts/default/6949913159855688001'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aerodyanamite.blogspot.com/2008/09/blog-post.html' title='&gt;.&lt;'/><author><name>Storm Rider</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00915837028641444641</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_TiKIa0Cc_rs/R9ZQzyDx5zI/AAAAAAAAAAg/zP40OiLQ84M/S220/bigbird.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TiKIa0Cc_rs/SMD2XNURApI/AAAAAAAAAD8/F_v-o1T38x0/s72-c/5KIJKAm7G8by4rem1epgL46H_500.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-965724216966570217.post-6947982586463115523</id><published>2008-08-27T20:56:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2008-08-27T22:07:41.690+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Blargh.</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;Welcome to the Jungle&lt;/em&gt; by Guns n Roses is such a funny song.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have nothing to blog about. Actually, I have plenty to blog about, but nothing I want to share. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm going to smh.com.au to find a topic to blog about. Hooray for my lack of creativity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's nothing good on SMH...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll just make a list of things I need to buy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;1. Watch.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Watch's are always useful. I should be getting one some&lt;em&gt;time&lt;/em&gt; soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;2. Shock-absorber for my Tennis Racquet.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My elbow begins to hurt after and hour of tennis - which I will be missing this Saturday due to Tournament of Minds.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;3. Food for Camp.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I still have to talk to Arnav and Owen about that. Hmmm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And that's about it I think.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MOST BORING POST EVER.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;We're losing daylight but I cant work any faster.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Under the veil of dusk we go on,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Don’t close your eyes.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;What if it all disappears in the shadows that reach from the stars?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/965724216966570217-6947982586463115523?l=aerodyanamite.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aerodyanamite.blogspot.com/feeds/6947982586463115523/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=965724216966570217&amp;postID=6947982586463115523' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/965724216966570217/posts/default/6947982586463115523'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/965724216966570217/posts/default/6947982586463115523'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aerodyanamite.blogspot.com/2008/08/blargh.html' title='Blargh.'/><author><name>Storm Rider</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00915837028641444641</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_TiKIa0Cc_rs/R9ZQzyDx5zI/AAAAAAAAAAg/zP40OiLQ84M/S220/bigbird.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-965724216966570217.post-2996356002027543707</id><published>2008-08-26T17:20:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2008-08-26T17:35:18.261+10:00</updated><title type='text'>My short story.</title><content type='html'>Nicked the idea of posting my short story from &lt;a href="http://socksnthongs.blogspot.com/"&gt;Lawrence&lt;/a&gt;'s blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Hang On Tight, You Might Get There&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By Niro Siriwardena&lt;br /&gt;Word Count: 1, 100&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The moist air alone brought gentle tremors along his spine. Brian turned around and faced the gaping mouth of the cave. The dancing sunlight rays were calling out to him. Ironically, Brian had only been in the dim, musky cave for less than a minute, and yet he yearned to inhale the fresh air he knew was waiting for him. Turning his back on his desire he faced his goal - finding it again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Always have a precise goal in life. Without dreams and goals, you will find yourself lost. Keep that in mind.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Flicking the switch on his head torch enabled him to see only a mere three metres ahead of him, but Brian knew it would have to do. Briskly shaking himself to release a part of his fear, Brian took one step forward and slipped on an inanimate object. Looking back immediately he realized it was a stone, the same stone Brian had, as put by his friends, “ever so gracefully” tripped over, landing him flat on his face. While taking a brief moment to catch his breath Brian noticed a sturdy stick to the left of him which could be used to give him support on this hike. He seized it, picked himself up off the floor and continued with his journey.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Always keep your friends close Brian; they can help you in times of need.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Although Brian had only visited the cave once before, he felt better prepared for the seemingly endless path that lay before him. As he stepped through the dense flooring of the cave, Brian could not help but notice the shadows move as he moved. As his vision travelled forward the shadows of various stalactites and stalagmites reverted back to their original form, melting backwards into the darkness. He was uncertain to whether to trust the insubstantial imitations, whether they truly represented their real forms. Shifting this thought to the back of his mind, he focused on the task on hand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;You know what Brian? It was only when I was around your age did I realize that things aren’t always what they seem. Sometimes you have to see things with your own eyes.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He was uncertain what was causing the beads of sweat to form on his forehead, was it the humidity or was it pure fear that seemed to creep back at every attempt to obliterate it? Whatever it was, Brian was not certain, and with that, he wiped away the concoction of fear and humidity with his sleeve.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A colony of bats came screeching out of the shadows. Brian spun his head torch toward where the bats seemed to be zipping past. He was only able to catch a glimpse of what he knew there were more of. Knowing that only sometimes you are given a clue to what lies ahead, Brian pressed on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After what seemed an eternity of walking, Brian came to a halt. In front of him stood a fork in the path. He could not recall which passage he had taken the last time but Brian’s intuition was hinting that it was the left fork which held the correct track. Kicking aside a broken branch that half blocked the sodden and darkening path, Brian thought of his family - how astonished they would be that he attempted to bring it back and how proud they would be at the same time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;There comes a time in life where a choice has to be made, Brian. Choosing is sometimes a matter of guessing, and when it is, you better wish upon your lucky stars.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But this thought instantly vanished as he turned back to face the pieces of branch sitting innocently next to a stalagmite. Brian knew that he must have walked at least a kilometre in and there were no signs of flora around. How does broken piece of a branch find its way into a cave by itself? Brian squatted and allowed his light to rake over the woody surface. Studying it, he realized that it was as sturdy as his walking stick, but had snapped somehow. Someone else had walked this path before, discarding their broken support along the way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Sometimes your friends may leave you. Your journey through life &lt;strong&gt;will&lt;/strong&gt; become difficult after that&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This made Brian tighten his grip on his stick, hoping it would never break as it was his support, as it had helped him so far on this journey.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Up ahead Brian could hear a faint noise, as if someone had not closed a tap properly. He quickened his pace and soon found himself facing what seemed an underground lake. His light allowed the jade surface to become visible. Brian perched himself on a steady rock and let his torch roam, searching for a way around the lake. But soon he was mesmerized by the stillness of the water, its colour and its distinctive sparkle in the artificial light.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Brian slowly regained focus and he once more sought for a path that would help him make his way to the other side, where the trail visibly continued. Doubt began to overwhelm his mind, clawing at the little certainty that remained. Brian was sure that there had been no lake of this size when he visited here a little over ten years ago. At last Brian spotted a dry section of land that was next to the wall of the cave.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Time changes things, Brian, but nothing can change time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As he drew closer to his new found bridge, he noted that it was narrower than it had looked when further away. Nevertheless Brian carefully placed his foot down and made his way across with the help of his staff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As Brian progressed further on his journey he made many decisions on which forks and turns in the path to take. Left, right, left fork, right, right fork - with each turn there seemed to be more pieces of wood littered on the ground, broken and thrown away. Soon Brian lost track of the number of forks and turns he had taken. It was then he knew he would never make it back out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;No real goal, no real way.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The labyrinth soon ended. Brian faced a dead end and he knew there was no turning back. Realizing the journey was over; he sat down. There was a sliver of hope that struggled to escape the depths of his heart, but Brian stayed oblivious to its existence. He placed his staff down beside him, keeping it close.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And waited.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Waited for someone to take him away from here.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;--------------------------------------&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I only found out at recess that the reflection statement was meant to be around 200 words and that 200 words &lt;strong&gt;was not&lt;/strong&gt; the minimum. This supremely sucked because my reflection was around 500 words. Blargh.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;It felt weird, handing in my short story. I enjoyed it and I didn't feel like giving it to someone who will judge and mark it. It's probably the only assignment I was happy and enjoyed doing, as opposed to many of the hundreds we recieve.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Oh and by the way, there are several things in my story which will confuse people.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;1. Hey, what's up with the title?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;[Copied from reflection statment]&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I have to admit the hardest part about this task was finding a suitable title. It was suggested to me that I incorporate the phrase “Stalactites hang on tight, stalagmites might get there” into by title. This phrase is commonly used to distinguish between stalagmites and stalactites. After experimenting I came to the title &lt;em&gt;Hang On Tight, You Might Get There&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;2. Who's the person speaking in italics?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;To be honest, not even I know. I want it to be a wise relative or friend of Brian's but I did not want to label it. So I left him/her nameless. I think it adds to the overall effect of my story, don't you?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;3. What's Brian looking for?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Once again, I have no idea. As his goal is not mentioned, it shows that he has no real goal, and thus he has &lt;em&gt;no real way&lt;/em&gt;. Hmmm, that sounded better in my head.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Anyway, I'm off to do some maths.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;....remind me never to say that again.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Until next time, my very, very few readers!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/965724216966570217-2996356002027543707?l=aerodyanamite.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aerodyanamite.blogspot.com/feeds/2996356002027543707/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=965724216966570217&amp;postID=2996356002027543707' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/965724216966570217/posts/default/2996356002027543707'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/965724216966570217/posts/default/2996356002027543707'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aerodyanamite.blogspot.com/2008/08/my-short-story.html' title='My short story.'/><author><name>Storm Rider</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00915837028641444641</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_TiKIa0Cc_rs/R9ZQzyDx5zI/AAAAAAAAAAg/zP40OiLQ84M/S220/bigbird.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-965724216966570217.post-6537868914268927651</id><published>2008-08-21T15:39:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2008-08-21T15:41:03.050+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Argh.</title><content type='html'>I feel so fucked up it isn't funny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Actually, it &lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;em&gt;is&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; funny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just can't be bothered laughing.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/965724216966570217-6537868914268927651?l=aerodyanamite.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aerodyanamite.blogspot.com/feeds/6537868914268927651/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=965724216966570217&amp;postID=6537868914268927651' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/965724216966570217/posts/default/6537868914268927651'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/965724216966570217/posts/default/6537868914268927651'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aerodyanamite.blogspot.com/2008/08/argh.html' title='Argh.'/><author><name>Storm Rider</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00915837028641444641</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_TiKIa0Cc_rs/R9ZQzyDx5zI/AAAAAAAAAAg/zP40OiLQ84M/S220/bigbird.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-965724216966570217.post-1461344483769360434</id><published>2008-08-16T20:11:00.001+10:00</published><updated>2008-08-16T22:30:33.229+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Weekended.</title><content type='html'>Thai has epic joke telling skills.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While more than 90% of the Stoop were at Soul Purpose on Friday lunch, Thai was telling awesome jokes. They probably would have been better if I hadn't heard the jokes before but they way he tells them is sooooo funny!. I was laughing before the punchline half the time. Anyway, congratulations Thai, may your epic joke telling skills get you far in life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went to this party last night and it kinda sucked mainly because I didn't know anyone there. There were a couple of funny conversations that occured whilst watching the Olympics upstairs though between a few people who looked like they were from uni -&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Guy1: &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;*After watching women's (&lt;/em&gt;more like girls)&lt;em&gt; gymnastics*&lt;/em&gt; Those girls are very pretty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Guy2: &lt;/strong&gt;How can you say that? They're like 12 years old!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Guy1: &lt;/strong&gt;Oh, I know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well it doesn't sound funny once you put it in words. But it was funny then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, we got back at like 4 in the morning even though everyone was asleep by 2. And then I had to get up 5 hours later for tennis. And I didn't want to muss tennis this morning because tennis is the best thing I do on a Saturday. As a matter of fact, it's the &lt;em&gt;only&lt;/em&gt; thing I do on a Saturday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I'm kinda getting sick of people asking me the same question over and over again. Hopefully it dies away soon. (Don't ask me what the question is, chances are - you've asked me the same question already).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My English story is the best idea ever. I've changed it from my original one, but it still has the element of symbolism (at least I think it's symbolism). Did I say it's the best idea ever?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Argh, Sunday School tommorow. If anybody has spare time on their hands - please save me from the horror that lay within that place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;So I tell myself, I tell myself, it's wrong.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;There's a point we pass from which we can't return. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I felt the cold rain of the coming storm...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/965724216966570217-1461344483769360434?l=aerodyanamite.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aerodyanamite.blogspot.com/feeds/1461344483769360434/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=965724216966570217&amp;postID=1461344483769360434' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/965724216966570217/posts/default/1461344483769360434'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/965724216966570217/posts/default/1461344483769360434'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aerodyanamite.blogspot.com/2008/08/weekended.html' title='Weekended.'/><author><name>Storm Rider</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00915837028641444641</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_TiKIa0Cc_rs/R9ZQzyDx5zI/AAAAAAAAAAg/zP40OiLQ84M/S220/bigbird.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-965724216966570217.post-2221340562635474463</id><published>2008-08-12T19:00:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2008-08-12T20:25:54.518+10:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.oneplusyou.com/bb/fight5" style="display: block; background: url(http://www.oneplusyou.com/q/img/bb_badges/fight5.jpg) no-repeat; width: 296px; height: 200px; font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 45px; color: #fff; text-decoration: none; text-align: center; padding-top: 145px;"&gt;999,999,999&lt;/a&gt;&lt;p&gt;Created by OnePlusYou - &lt;a href="http://www.oneplusyou.com"&gt;Free&lt;/a&gt; Dating Sites&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/965724216966570217-2221340562635474463?l=aerodyanamite.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aerodyanamite.blogspot.com/feeds/2221340562635474463/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=965724216966570217&amp;postID=2221340562635474463' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/965724216966570217/posts/default/2221340562635474463'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/965724216966570217/posts/default/2221340562635474463'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aerodyanamite.blogspot.com/2008/08/999999999-which-is-bigger-than-30-raff.html' title=''/><author><name>Storm Rider</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00915837028641444641</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_TiKIa0Cc_rs/R9ZQzyDx5zI/AAAAAAAAAAg/zP40OiLQ84M/S220/bigbird.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-965724216966570217.post-6971171576356451141</id><published>2008-08-07T21:40:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2008-08-07T22:18:42.920+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy birthday to meeeeeee...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It was my birthday on Tuesday. And it was Prosha's too. My idea of a birthday punch-out between him and me went astray somehow. We had the idea the day before in commerce, then we forgot about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, nothing eventful happened Tuesday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ONE THING that happened&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...but you don't need to know. /mysteriousness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My sister keeps asking me what I want for my birthday but this year I don't feel like getting anything really. All I want right now is the new Rise Against album and thats coming out October 7th.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have to find a copy of &lt;em&gt;The Kite Runner&lt;/em&gt; somewhere because I want to read it before I watch the movie. And after reading that Deva said I should read &lt;em&gt;A Thousand Splendid Suns&lt;/em&gt;. Why am I listening to what Deva says? Because he is always able to recommend an awesome book. He told me to read &lt;em&gt;The Glass Palace&lt;/em&gt; and I really enjoyed it, so now I can always know what is a good book and what isn't.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;------ &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What a boring post.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;------&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;Head hung from shame,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;I bear a weight that brings me to a crawl. (To a crawl)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;These years of longing,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;To tell of decades of unanswered calls (unanswered calls)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;For a change, cuz everyday we slip and fall&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;Kicked while we're down, our fists clench into a ball&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;My hands are soaking in the blood of angels.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;On broken wings they collapsed!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;(Will i see the break of day&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;Dark clouds exploded and torrents of rain fell&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;All these lost halos wash away.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Whoa those lyrics sound emo. But don't worry, Rise Against isn't emo.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5231748935939594178" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TiKIa0Cc_rs/SJrn8DC1F8I/AAAAAAAAADs/CmWzXtJiCyA/s400/derme.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/965724216966570217-6971171576356451141?l=aerodyanamite.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aerodyanamite.blogspot.com/feeds/6971171576356451141/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=965724216966570217&amp;postID=6971171576356451141' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/965724216966570217/posts/default/6971171576356451141'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/965724216966570217/posts/default/6971171576356451141'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aerodyanamite.blogspot.com/2008/08/it-was-my-birthday-on-tuesday.html' title='Happy birthday to meeeeeee...'/><author><name>Storm Rider</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00915837028641444641</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_TiKIa0Cc_rs/R9ZQzyDx5zI/AAAAAAAAAAg/zP40OiLQ84M/S220/bigbird.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TiKIa0Cc_rs/SJrn8DC1F8I/AAAAAAAAADs/CmWzXtJiCyA/s72-c/derme.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-965724216966570217.post-2830351552744467823</id><published>2008-08-01T19:01:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T15:08:32.740+11:00</updated><title type='text'>If I could...</title><content type='html'>If I had the chance to, I would take back the past year of my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What's the point of learning from mistakes if the chances are that you will never be stuck in the same stupid situation again? You make one big mistake in life, theres no chance of turning it around, it doesn't matter what you learn from it. What is done is done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ignore me please. I'm just feeling a bit angsty. So I don't recommend reading the rest of this post. I'm not thinking straight so 95% of what I write will probably be untrue. The 5% which is true is this paragraph. Unless they're lyrics. *Opens Windows Media Player*.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey, my angst is diminshing. Hell yeah. Now all of the above is&lt;strong&gt; false&lt;/strong&gt;. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Quote Don&lt;/strong&gt; - "If Sathey were to shave off all of his hair he would lose 5kg in weight."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Another quote from Don&lt;/strong&gt; *said in tune with Transformers line* -&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Transvestites, girls that look like guys".&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I cracked up so hard in science after I heard that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I can't think of how to start my story, so each time I think about it, the more I think my idea is a piece of leftover-unwanted-sawdust. Help me think of a different idea people who actually read this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;So look in my eyes,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;What will you leave behind once you've gone?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;(So precious...)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;You got what you came for,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Now I think its time to move on.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm liking year 9. You meet a lot more people. I think there isn't one person in the grade who I don't know. It's pretty cool. And know I'm cool with all these people who I thought were idiots. it's just amazing what you find out when take the time to get to know people. Sure, they have their heavily annoying traits but you learn how to deal with them and you can become great friends. I think I know a few people who could become a bit less bitchy about some people just by getting to know them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha. Explosm is full of win.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5229480837082481794" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TiKIa0Cc_rs/SJLZHUYDhII/AAAAAAAAADU/uYnyOuTWEYM/s400/comicanimecharacter1.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/965724216966570217-2830351552744467823?l=aerodyanamite.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aerodyanamite.blogspot.com/feeds/2830351552744467823/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=965724216966570217&amp;postID=2830351552744467823' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/965724216966570217/posts/default/2830351552744467823'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/965724216966570217/posts/default/2830351552744467823'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aerodyanamite.blogspot.com/2008/08/if-i-could.html' title='If I could...'/><author><name>Storm Rider</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00915837028641444641</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_TiKIa0Cc_rs/R9ZQzyDx5zI/AAAAAAAAAAg/zP40OiLQ84M/S220/bigbird.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TiKIa0Cc_rs/SJLZHUYDhII/AAAAAAAAADU/uYnyOuTWEYM/s72-c/comicanimecharacter1.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-965724216966570217.post-2720617223829822005</id><published>2008-07-27T15:49:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2008-07-28T17:02:46.439+10:00</updated><title type='text'>OH NOM NOM NOM NOM NOM</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;OH NOM NOM NOM NOM NOM&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...nom nom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ignore that please.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today was alright. Let's go through my school day today! Funfunfun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Double Photography&lt;/strong&gt; - Half the time I was trying to get my computer to work properly. It wasn't turning on. It reminded me of the computer I'm on right now. It sometimes doesn't start up unless you leave it for 1/2 hour. Which is what I had to do with the computer in C5. School computers need to get better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Recess&lt;/strong&gt; - Monday recesses are always pretty cool. That is all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Double Commerce&lt;/strong&gt; - With gloves going down pants, what can go wrong? (3247569928356928569 things can go wrong if you wanted an answer).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;English&lt;/strong&gt; - I HAD A BRAINWAVE TODAY FOR OUR MAJOR WORK. AND GUESS HOW I GOT THE IDEA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;BY STARING AT A BRICK WALL.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;And to add to that my story idea is pretty awesome. Hell yeah.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Maths&lt;/strong&gt; - I am &lt;em&gt;definitley&lt;/em&gt; not looking foward to that Math competition on Thursday.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Lunch&lt;/strong&gt; - Tournament of the Minds brainstorming. Pretty fun. Our group were getting ideas for our script but we didn't get very far. (Note to self: Type up ideas and email to team members). Karan and Sid spent the entire lunchtime looking for their group. Haha. The little Yr 7's excuses were "We thought the meeting was tommorow". (Note to self: Meeting in library at recess).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;English&lt;/strong&gt; - I got to talk about my awesome idea with the teacher and she said it was "original" and "the best idea she has heard yet". :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Science&lt;/strong&gt; - It seemed all the other classes had a test on chemistry today. We didn't. We got something much, much worse. A lesson on the male anatomy. This stuff kinda gets boring after a while. Especially after it is the 5th time you've learnt it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Deep inside these burning buildings&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Voices die to be heard&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Years we spent teaching a lesson&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;We ourselves had never learned&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Karan showed me this video on youtube yesterday (sidenote: it was one of the last vids I watched before I got capped :( ). It's some people dancing and singing in some other language and the subtitles are what it sounds like in english. I was laughing so hard I started crying.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ZA1NoOOoaNw"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ZA1NoOOoaNw&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Anyway new list.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Damn. Can't think of anything.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Maybe I should stare at a brick wall for a while.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/965724216966570217-2720617223829822005?l=aerodyanamite.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aerodyanamite.blogspot.com/feeds/2720617223829822005/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=965724216966570217&amp;postID=2720617223829822005' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/965724216966570217/posts/default/2720617223829822005'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/965724216966570217/posts/default/2720617223829822005'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aerodyanamite.blogspot.com/2008/07/oh-nom-nom-nom-nom-nom.html' title='OH NOM NOM NOM NOM NOM'/><author><name>Storm Rider</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00915837028641444641</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_TiKIa0Cc_rs/R9ZQzyDx5zI/AAAAAAAAAAg/zP40OiLQ84M/S220/bigbird.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-965724216966570217.post-1047377278797514217</id><published>2008-07-23T16:09:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2008-07-23T22:06:49.809+10:00</updated><title type='text'>I don't blog much.</title><content type='html'>I don't blog much. I don't have anything to write about. It doesn't really matter because no-one reads this anyway. But I like blogging for some reason, although no-one does read it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So here goes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nothing. Dammit...Wait, I think I'm getting something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nup. Still nothing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Googles "How to blog"*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll be back to edit this post I learn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok back. From what I've gathered from (un)trustworthy Google, I have to blog about something I'm passionate about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Screw you Google. Don't tell me how to live my life. (A bit weird seeing as I asked it for help in the first place.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I woke up this morning to the sound of "Viva La Vida" by Coldplay. Usually I'd put my alarm on snooze but I wanted to listen to the song for some reason, so I got up and sat there on my bed for 4 minutes, not even really listening to the song, just sitting there. I like that song and all but I kept on tuning out and letting my mind wander whilst staring at the wall above my desk. I only really listened to the last few lines of the song and then I turned of my alarm, feeling fully awake.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've decided that I'm going to make a list of 10 things that make me Laugh/Cringe/etc. Starting with Laugh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;10 Things that are sure to make me laugh&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;1. People who trip over things and have that look on their face which suggests they hope no-one noticed.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's not that fact that they trip over, its just that the expression on their face is near hilarious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;2. Explosm.net&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Webcomic. 'Nuff said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;3. XKCD.com&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another webcomic. Once again - 'nuff said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;4. People who are hypocritcal.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Which is why I always laugh at my little sister. But I still love her. Sometimes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;5. People who Shuffle.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People who shuffle look like they have ants down their pants and instead of doing the sensible act of taking their pants off and running around like a lunatic, they decide to stomp to the beat of horrible, horrible techno music.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;6. This is blank for no reason.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;8. Chain Mail.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel sorry for the weirdos who invented chain mail, because they obviously have nothing better to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;8.People who didn't realise the last one who didn't realise the last one was acutally meant to be number 7.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm sorry, I just had to do it. But I did get you, didn't I?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;9. Russel Peters.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gotta love Indian-Canadians-Comedians.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;10. Friends.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't think I need to add anything to this. Wait, I just did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Until next time, my non-existent readers!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/965724216966570217-1047377278797514217?l=aerodyanamite.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aerodyanamite.blogspot.com/feeds/1047377278797514217/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=965724216966570217&amp;postID=1047377278797514217' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/965724216966570217/posts/default/1047377278797514217'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/965724216966570217/posts/default/1047377278797514217'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aerodyanamite.blogspot.com/2008/07/i-dont-blog-much.html' title='I don&apos;t blog much.'/><author><name>Storm Rider</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00915837028641444641</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_TiKIa0Cc_rs/R9ZQzyDx5zI/AAAAAAAAAAg/zP40OiLQ84M/S220/bigbird.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-965724216966570217.post-6538342070863041155</id><published>2008-07-14T19:12:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2008-07-19T17:11:50.131+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Bleh</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;And if you see me, please just walk on by,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Walk on by.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My sleep patterns are so messed up. Last night after the party we held, where everyone left at like 12:30 because of work the next [same] morning, I stayed awake until 2 doing absolutely nothing. Everyone else had gone to bed but I was just sitting there on my bed doing nothing. I wanted to sleep but I couldn't. And then for like the 298463082484 time I end up waking up at like 2 in the afternoon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Which means I miss making pancakes for breakfast.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So seeing as my sleep patterns are soooo messed up, I decided to pretend I'm in a complete different timezone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Good morning everyone. I'm in Toronto."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Editing note - This is the 5th time I've come &lt;strong&gt;attempted&lt;/strong&gt; to finish this post over the last 3 days. So its a bit out of sync with...I dunno...time?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm. I'm incredibly bored. I feel as if I'm wasting my time sitting here in front of the computer for almost the entire day. I have nothing to do. I just sit here hoping something exciting will happen. I feel like making something to eat. Like muffins. Hey that's not a bad idea. I'll start making them as soon as I make this post long enough, even though I have no idea how long "long enough" will be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have so much stuff to do. And I don't know whether to be bothered to do any of it. History, engineering and maths homework. Argh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Editing note: This is the 8th time I've come back to finish this post in the last 6 days. I think I might round it up with this - )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Crap, school in 3 days.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/965724216966570217-6538342070863041155?l=aerodyanamite.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aerodyanamite.blogspot.com/feeds/6538342070863041155/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=965724216966570217&amp;postID=6538342070863041155' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/965724216966570217/posts/default/6538342070863041155'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/965724216966570217/posts/default/6538342070863041155'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aerodyanamite.blogspot.com/2008/07/bleh.html' title='Bleh'/><author><name>Storm Rider</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00915837028641444641</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_TiKIa0Cc_rs/R9ZQzyDx5zI/AAAAAAAAAAg/zP40OiLQ84M/S220/bigbird.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-965724216966570217.post-919218784993130899</id><published>2008-07-06T19:38:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T15:08:33.063+11:00</updated><title type='text'>I love the whole world.</title><content type='html'>:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Holidays. It's gonna be boring as hell, but I'm still smiling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let me recap my weekend for my non-existent readers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Friday:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;An awesome way to end term at school. I'm not going to go into details incase the wrong eyes see it. But it was awesome, I'll tell you that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the evening I had a party to DJ. I have had absolutely no DJing exprience whatsoever and I had no idea how it would go. I arrived there with my cousin, Pasindu, and almost ruined the surprise party that was going to happen because we arrived just before the girl who the surprise party was planned for and she saw us come into the house. Luckily we didn't, because I think she thought we were just randoms. Which was good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, we got there and Mel showed me and Pasindu the software we would be using to DJ. The DJing itself was pretty easy, but picking the correct song was a bit hard, because you have to beat match and make sure the tempo doesn't change to suddenly or else you'd have people who were dancing turn around and look at you and have a look on their face which says "WTF?". Also you had to pick the correct song to suit the mood, or not play a song at all, depending on what's going on. The party was a farewell party for some friend who was going overseas or something, and while speeches were being made people begun to get teary and my cousin, being the complete idiot he is, played "Unfaithful" by Rihanna. That made everyone who was crying cry harder.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But DJing was fun. Virtual DJ software + Touch screen laptop = Fun disc scratching. Only If I had a touch screen laptop. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My friend who asked me to DJ she would get me other gigs, but I don't feel like it. I have to get money to buy all equipment first. e.g. speakers. So, gimme money plzzzzzzz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Saturday:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I slept in until 1 in the afternoon, this not only meant a record-breaker to me, but it also meant I missed tennis. :( Oh well. The rest of the day was spent on the computer listening to music. Music is awesome. Just sounds that can change emotions. Weird huh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sunday:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wake up at like 9:59 to be at Sunday School by 10:00. I love being on time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunday school was alright though, I just spent the entire day playing on my friends phone. Tower Bloxx is just full of win. Pasindu sends me Virtual DJ though bluetooth and I go home and install it and muck around with it for a bit. It's only fun when you have a crowd to entertain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now I'm here. Blogging. *sigh*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish the holidays go quicker.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5219845074009378098" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="448" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TiKIa0Cc_rs/SHCdcFrmzTI/AAAAAAAAADI/1BxyJL_4M4s/s400/xkcd.png" width="308" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;5 things I have to point out though&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;1. I don't love your sister.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;2. I haven't tried entangled sheets.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;3. Does talking to your pillow count as weird pillow talk?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;4. The future IS pretty cool.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;5. And I do love the whole world.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;strong&gt;BOOM DE YADA!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;DJ Wikipedia, signing out.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/965724216966570217-919218784993130899?l=aerodyanamite.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aerodyanamite.blogspot.com/feeds/919218784993130899/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=965724216966570217&amp;postID=919218784993130899' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/965724216966570217/posts/default/919218784993130899'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/965724216966570217/posts/default/919218784993130899'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aerodyanamite.blogspot.com/2008/07/i-love-whole-world.html' title='I love the whole world.'/><author><name>Storm Rider</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00915837028641444641</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_TiKIa0Cc_rs/R9ZQzyDx5zI/AAAAAAAAAAg/zP40OiLQ84M/S220/bigbird.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TiKIa0Cc_rs/SHCdcFrmzTI/AAAAAAAAADI/1BxyJL_4M4s/s72-c/xkcd.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-965724216966570217.post-684585113920354509</id><published>2008-07-02T16:40:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T15:08:33.532+11:00</updated><title type='text'>Pilin' Up the Homework</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;I have a load of homework to do so I've decided to put it all off by blogging.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I haven't been doing my maths homework for a bit over a week now so know I have 4 hours of Maths homework to do.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am yet to practise my dodgy english speech which makes no sense whatsoever. And I'm speaking tommorow.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I have to measure up some pieces of cardboard for photography. Which is also due tommorow.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;AND I am yet to start a geography assignment due tommorow.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Fun Fun Fun.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Enough about me and my homework issues. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;We got reports back yesterday and I think I'm the only one who let their parents look at it fully even before they had taken a look at it. I just took my report from the teacher who was handing them out and shoved it into my folder without taking a look. Got home and threw it on my parents bed and went to the pantry to grab something to eat. I know both my parents have read it but they didn't say anything about it to me. I found out later that I've did better than last year, which made me happy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sort of.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;While walking around yesterday watching everyone fret over their marks and comparing it with friends, I was thinking whether every other (non-selective) school worried about reports like this or whether they threw it in the nearest bin after taking one look through it. And I couldn't come to a decision because I thought that those two options were the two extremes so it would have to be somewhere else. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;My sister got her Selective School Test results on Monday and she made it into Baulko. Good for her. That same evening we went to my Aunt's for my Aunt's birthday. Instead of a banner saying "HAPPY BIRTHDAY" it had "CONGRATULATIONS" on it. Instead of my Aunt's party, it turned into my sister's. Twas' cool.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;Although we have no obligation to stay alive,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;On broken backs we beg for mercy, we will survive.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5218310970371307778" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 419px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 353px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="315" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TiKIa0Cc_rs/SGsqLgSBeQI/AAAAAAAAAC4/qZh5iq7d3o0/s400/factoring_the_time.png" width="342" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;XKCD is just full of win.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/965724216966570217-684585113920354509?l=aerodyanamite.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aerodyanamite.blogspot.com/feeds/684585113920354509/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=965724216966570217&amp;postID=684585113920354509' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/965724216966570217/posts/default/684585113920354509'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/965724216966570217/posts/default/684585113920354509'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aerodyanamite.blogspot.com/2008/07/pilin-up-homework.html' title='Pilin&apos; Up the Homework'/><author><name>Storm Rider</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00915837028641444641</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_TiKIa0Cc_rs/R9ZQzyDx5zI/AAAAAAAAAAg/zP40OiLQ84M/S220/bigbird.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TiKIa0Cc_rs/SGsqLgSBeQI/AAAAAAAAAC4/qZh5iq7d3o0/s72-c/factoring_the_time.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-965724216966570217.post-7142888558181800938</id><published>2008-06-30T19:27:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2008-06-30T19:43:53.525+10:00</updated><title type='text'>I love Rise Against.</title><content type='html'>This post will be dedicated to Rise Against (not that they care.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Throughout this post there will be lyrics from random songs by Rise Against.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;So give me the drug, keep me alive&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Give me what's left of my life&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rise Against is a rock (I think) band. Better than any of the rap crap I used to listen to (apart from 2pac - he's legendary).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They are a pro-active group of musicians. If they feel that there's an issue in the world they think should be dealt with, they'll write a song about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Take me&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;From this world&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Save me&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;What if we all die young?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There songs will often deal with issues such as animal cruelty (Ready to Fall),  standing up for what you believe in (Behind Closed Doors),  and picking the right choices in life (Survive).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;We've all been sorry, we've all been hurt&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;but how we survive is what makes who we are&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They prefer to focus on the positive opposed to the negative as some bands do. This entire postivitness effect has caused a huge turnaround in my life. Makes me look at things more positively ;).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Do you spend days counting the hours you're awake?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;And when night covers the sky you find yourself doing the same.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;It's a burden you've been bearing&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;In spite of all yoru prayers&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;As a light turns of inside your heart&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Can you remember what it's like to care?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Knees are weak, hands are shaking, I can't breath.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enough Rise Against for today I think.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm off to practise teh English speech.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/965724216966570217-7142888558181800938?l=aerodyanamite.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aerodyanamite.blogspot.com/feeds/7142888558181800938/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=965724216966570217&amp;postID=7142888558181800938' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/965724216966570217/posts/default/7142888558181800938'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/965724216966570217/posts/default/7142888558181800938'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aerodyanamite.blogspot.com/2008/06/i-love-rise-against.html' title='I love Rise Against.'/><author><name>Storm Rider</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00915837028641444641</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_TiKIa0Cc_rs/R9ZQzyDx5zI/AAAAAAAAAAg/zP40OiLQ84M/S220/bigbird.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-965724216966570217.post-8274680717136745624</id><published>2008-06-27T16:16:00.001+10:00</published><updated>2008-06-27T16:40:01.375+10:00</updated><title type='text'>FUCK YOU ALL</title><content type='html'>SCREW YOU ALL! ALL OF YOU!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I AM FUCKING SICK OF HEARING "oh I fail/did so bad" WHEN YOU ACTUALLY END UP BEATING MOST OF THE GRADE. FUCK YOU! JUST FUCK YOU! WHY IS IT THAT YOU NEED PEOPLE SAYING TO YOU "No, you did brilliant. You didn't fail." WHEN THEY WILL PRAISE YOU IF YOU JUST SAID WHAT MARK YOU ACTUALLY GOT INSTEAD OF SAYING "oh I suck" THANKYOU FOR SETTING STANDARDS FOR THE REST OF US IDIOTS WHO GOT MUCH WORSE THAN YOU DID. THANKYOU FOR TELLING US THAT "you fail". WE REALLY NEEDED TO KNOW THAT YOU THINK YOU SUCK. WELL GUESS WHAT YOU ATTENTION SEEKING LOSER, YOU DO &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;FUCKING SUCK&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; FOR SAYING YOU FUCKING SUCK! THERE, ARE YOU HAPPY NOW?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fuck you all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel so much better now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, moving on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They keep a RABBIT EMBRYO inside our science classroom. Its sitting there in some yellowy liquid in a jar in the cabinet at the back of the room. It's so interesting, you can see it's feet. I'm strange. I find rabbit embryos interesting. I wonder of they keep any other embryos. A pig embryo would be interesting too I guess...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;We've all been sorry, we've all been hurt&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;But how we survive, is what makes who we are&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just lyrics from a song I'm listening too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Music night was pretty good last night. The band was good, although I did cringe when they started playing High School Musical and I felt like throwing something at the conductor for picking the most ridiculous piece of music ever to land on the face of the Earth. There was no one singing but I could hear voices in my head going "We're all in this together.." which now when I look back on it was slightly disturbing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just a bit though. Not much. The voices don't sing much though. They usually tell me to burn things. It was just disturbing that they started singing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;.&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;When we built these dreams on sand&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;How they all slipped through our hands&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had these two asian guys come into our house and install air conditioning a few days ago and the short one looked like a Shaolin monk in a T-Shirt and jeans. I wondered if he would whoopmy ass if I said anything insulting to him so I gave it a shot:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Me: &lt;/strong&gt;Hey short asian dude, can you cook me up some *put on asian accent* &lt;u&gt;PEEKING DUCK&lt;/u&gt;?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Asian guy: &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;HOOOOYAAAAAA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;*Begin major whooping of my ass.*&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Actually no, I didn't insult him, I decided me getting a black eye 5 minutes before I had to leave for school a good idea. I'm sorry to all Asians who are offended by the insult above, it was the first insult that came to my mind. Sorry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway gotta go start that english speech.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/965724216966570217-8274680717136745624?l=aerodyanamite.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aerodyanamite.blogspot.com/feeds/8274680717136745624/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=965724216966570217&amp;postID=8274680717136745624' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/965724216966570217/posts/default/8274680717136745624'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/965724216966570217/posts/default/8274680717136745624'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aerodyanamite.blogspot.com/2008/06/fuck-you-all.html' title='FUCK YOU ALL'/><author><name>Storm Rider</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00915837028641444641</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_TiKIa0Cc_rs/R9ZQzyDx5zI/AAAAAAAAAAg/zP40OiLQ84M/S220/bigbird.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-965724216966570217.post-2096675815189878706</id><published>2008-06-11T19:09:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2008-06-27T16:13:59.027+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Trust the Internet?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;REBIRTH!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;*Blows dust off blog*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Damn. It's been a while.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Anyway I'm back to blog about my almost boring life which I spend most on the internet and not enough time studying like the good boy I should be. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&gt;.&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;The topic of the world ending in 2012 came up briefly in a conversation I had with a few friends of mine and it interested me to how the world would come to an end group of idiots thought up the idea. So I visited trusty Google. And boy was I f***ing confused.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;According to the Wikipedia group "2012" there are a plenty of ways in which the world can come to its doom. And I don't believe a bit of it. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;One theory suggests "grey goo" created from nanotechnology will smother the world and screw us all over (not really smother, but cause harm whether it be environmental etc.). Pfft. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;According to some random site on the net, if nanotechnology did turn into grey goo it would be slow moving and in the time it takes for it to move 5cm we would have found a way to destroy it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Hold up.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Why am I trusting the internet?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;*Googles "Why trust the internet?"*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Surprise, surprise. Google doesn't give a straight answer.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Anyway moving onto a different topic. Of lyrics.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Title:&lt;/strong&gt; Paper Wings. - &lt;strong&gt;Artist:&lt;/strong&gt; Rise Against - &lt;strong&gt;Album:&lt;/strong&gt; Siren Song of the Counter Culture&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;One last thing I beg you please, just before you go&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I've watched you fly on paper wings half way round the world &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;until they burned up in the atmosphere and sent you spiraling down&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Landing somewhere far from here with no one else around&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;To catch you falling down &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;And I'm looking at you now&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;And I can't tell if you're laughing&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Between each smile there's a tear in your eye&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;There's a train leaving town in an hour&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;It's not waiting for you and neither am I&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Swing for the fences son, he must have told you once&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;That was a conversation you took nothing from&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;SO RAISE YOUR GLASS NOW AND celebrate exactly what you've done&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Just put off another day of knowing where you're from&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;You can catch up with yourself if you run&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;And I can't tell if you're laughing&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Between each smile there's a tear in your eye&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;There's a train leaving town in an hour&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Its not waiting for you and neither am I&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Is this the life that you lead?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;The life that's led for you?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Will you take the road thats been laid out before you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Will we cross paths somewhere else tonight? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Somewhere else tonight...(Somewhere else.....)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;And I cant tell if you're laughing&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Between each smile there's a tear in your eye&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;There's a train leaving town in an hour&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;It's not waiting for you and neither am I&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;And I cant tell if you're laughing&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Between each smile theres a tear in your eye&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Theres a train leaving town in an hour&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Its not waiting for you and neither am I.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I love Rise Against.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/965724216966570217-2096675815189878706?l=aerodyanamite.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aerodyanamite.blogspot.com/feeds/2096675815189878706/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=965724216966570217&amp;postID=2096675815189878706' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/965724216966570217/posts/default/2096675815189878706'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/965724216966570217/posts/default/2096675815189878706'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aerodyanamite.blogspot.com/2008/06/trust-internet.html' title='Trust the Internet?'/><author><name>Storm Rider</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00915837028641444641</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_TiKIa0Cc_rs/R9ZQzyDx5zI/AAAAAAAAAAg/zP40OiLQ84M/S220/bigbird.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-965724216966570217.post-3474408549056998328</id><published>2008-03-29T18:59:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2008-03-29T22:30:47.504+11:00</updated><title type='text'>If time was turnable...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;If time was turnable...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. I would be able to get my previous post back&lt;br /&gt;2. I would not eat that dodgy chicken I had for lunch&lt;br /&gt;3. I would have not screwed up my life in general&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But seeing as turning time is not an option available to me at the moment, I'll just have to march on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;insert&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got a pleasant surprise in tennis today. I've been moved up a group for the round robin these coming hoildays. I am now in the top group! Hell yeah! The only bad thing is that they are a lot better than me, so I better get ready to be served up a fresh batch of &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;WHOOPASS.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And that reminds me, I was meant to ring up Sid, Un-co Zhu and Vivek today about heading down to the courts tommorow for a hit. Whoops. Meh. There's always next week. Come to think of it, that's what I told myself last week. Meh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I &lt;3 "Prayer of the Refugee" by Rise Against. It's such a good song with great lyrics too. I think the message in the song has something to do with animal cruelty but I can't be sure because if it did then the chorus wouldn't make sense. :S&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I have a lot of assignments/homework that need doing. Geography, photography and something else but I forgot what it was :S. Speaking of homework we got "homework" in history which was to google something and find a website. Seeing as Sajuna loves to do everything as a group this is what he said:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;"OK, here's what we're going to do. I google the topic and email the results to you. You click on the link."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;When you put it that was it doesn't sound funny, but I was laughing for the rest of the lesson, which turned out to be 20 minutes. Sajuna comments regularly on what the teacher says in a way that it will make someone laugh. In scripture, our class was discussing how different religions have different bibles or some sort of "textbook"(as the teacher put it) that they have to swear upon in court. As soon as Sajuna heard the word "textbook" he immediatley said "Signpost" (being a maths textbook). I had great difficulty in stopping myself from laughing. It's just stuff like that that really brightens up your day.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I laugh really easily. This is &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;NOT&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; a good thing. For instance, last year the deupty principal of the school was giving a talk to my class about putting up stuff on their myspaces, bebo, etc. the whole class was listening and silent. Then someone farted. I cracked up so hard my ribs hurt. I didn't get in trouble but it didn't really please the deputy principal.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Once again I must me off to update my other blog. (excess-caffeine). Be sure to visit and comment!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/965724216966570217-3474408549056998328?l=aerodyanamite.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aerodyanamite.blogspot.com/feeds/3474408549056998328/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=965724216966570217&amp;postID=3474408549056998328' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/965724216966570217/posts/default/3474408549056998328'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/965724216966570217/posts/default/3474408549056998328'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aerodyanamite.blogspot.com/2008/03/if-time-was-turnable.html' title='If time was turnable...'/><author><name>Storm Rider</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00915837028641444641</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_TiKIa0Cc_rs/R9ZQzyDx5zI/AAAAAAAAAAg/zP40OiLQ84M/S220/bigbird.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-965724216966570217.post-5699134093567596241</id><published>2008-03-14T18:41:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2008-03-29T18:49:35.897+11:00</updated><title type='text'>I - Hate Fridays/Need a new folder</title><content type='html'>The fact with me hating Fridays has nothing to do with me having a folder smaller than I actually needed. Absolutely nothing. Absolutely positively.......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay,for those of you who didn't get the hint, the reason I despise Fridays is because I have a small folder which only &lt;em&gt;just&lt;/em&gt; allows me to put all my books I need for Friday in. Why not put a book or two into my bag? Heh, my memory is horrible. So if I don't see the book I need in the folder, I'll just assume I forgot it. Anyway, even if I were to put it into my bag, my bag would get heavy, seeing as I have a small bag. Get a new bag? Nah, I like my current bag.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yay for rambling on about my bag/folder problems!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heh, "ramble"..........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mafia guy: "So old man, you say you were prepared to gamble with your life?" *pulls out gun*&lt;br /&gt;Old Man: "No, I wanted to &lt;strong&gt;ramble&lt;/strong&gt; on about my life......It was back in 1932 when I decided to fight for my country..............."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I lost what I planned on writing about after my bag problems.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah. My taste in music has dramatically changed over the last few months. It probably had something to do with my brother introducing Guitar Hero to me. Anyway, it was in Mid-October last year than I begun listening to rock/metal music because I felt like a change in music, but then I only listned to Linkin Park really. It was when my bro bought Guitar Hero and I played it I only then started to appreciate the rock/metal genre. I liked rock/metal for while until a few days ago when I was flicking through my Windows Media Player library and found 3 Daft Punk albums. I started to listen to them and I liked it a lot. I love this song called "Digital love" and "Something about us", they has such a good beat and a fair bit of bass, which is always something I'm looking for. "Digital Love" should be playing right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enjoy!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/965724216966570217-5699134093567596241?l=aerodyanamite.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aerodyanamite.blogspot.com/feeds/5699134093567596241/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=965724216966570217&amp;postID=5699134093567596241' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/965724216966570217/posts/default/5699134093567596241'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/965724216966570217/posts/default/5699134093567596241'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aerodyanamite.blogspot.com/2008/03/i-hate-fridaysneed-new-folder.html' title='I - Hate Fridays/Need a new folder'/><author><name>Storm Rider</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00915837028641444641</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_TiKIa0Cc_rs/R9ZQzyDx5zI/AAAAAAAAAAg/zP40OiLQ84M/S220/bigbird.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-965724216966570217.post-6112946736168605852</id><published>2008-03-11T17:47:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2008-03-12T18:02:56.062+11:00</updated><title type='text'>Changing my ways.</title><content type='html'>"We clean the house, cook and clean your clothes so that you can do your studies and gain a good education, but you don't. And when you realise that you didn't do the right thing it will be too late to do anything about it"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm quoting what my mum said to my around 10 seconds ago.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She drops the guilt bomb.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And this time it worked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My parents have been saying that to me for many years now, but it only sinks in then. And even now, when I'm meant to be studying I'm still here. Boy am I crap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm used to my parents telling me off, so whenever they do, I just shrug it off/ignore them/turn up the music (whoa, I'm &lt;strong&gt;really&lt;/strong&gt; crap).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I tend to be like that. I only realise what I've done is wrong &lt;em&gt;long&lt;/em&gt; after I've actually done it, which can be really unhelpful at times. I really do try to be a better person but I just can't manage it for some reason. It could be just me or theres something I'm doing wrong ("Maybe because your not doing it at all," says the little voice inside my head). Either way I'm getting sick of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Too late to make a New Year Res (although I admit I never follow them), and I can't think of anything to do. Eh, guess you actually can't teach a dog new tricks, or teach it how to behave properly. Wait, there was a New Years Res I did follow which was to swear less, which is working. But that's because I have an incentive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Incentive? That just could be it. Set myself a goal and reward myself each time I accomplish it. Heh, I'm a genius. A badly-behaved genius at that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey look, I'm still here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I should go do my maths homework now. And reward myself with ice-cream later.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/965724216966570217-6112946736168605852?l=aerodyanamite.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aerodyanamite.blogspot.com/feeds/6112946736168605852/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=965724216966570217&amp;postID=6112946736168605852' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/965724216966570217/posts/default/6112946736168605852'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/965724216966570217/posts/default/6112946736168605852'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aerodyanamite.blogspot.com/2008/03/changing-my-ways.html' title='Changing my ways.'/><author><name>Storm Rider</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00915837028641444641</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_TiKIa0Cc_rs/R9ZQzyDx5zI/AAAAAAAAAAg/zP40OiLQ84M/S220/bigbird.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry></feed>
