<?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-7211783</id><updated>2011-04-22T09:14:36.682+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Life's too short, or maybe i'm just short.</title><subtitle type='html'>Hey I'm Hannah! And this is my very coooool blog! I am in Yr 9 and ador Speedo Joel, NOT! HE is just cool cause he wears Speedo's, yeah Speedo's. So read my blog! 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Then you spend the time rolling around on your wheeling chairs trying to bump as many people as possible, i call it "Bumper chairs" it's just as affective, but you end up falling over flashing the whole world with your spandex pants (shudder). Then you procede to laugh hillariously at the Middle School Performing Arts (and yes Beth i found it again....and constantly i watched our dance over and over again..it's growing on me). Then you get to breaking point....sheer boredom....you dream of your lunch...you dream of the end bell....you dream of anything! Yes then you resort to playing soiltare and kid pix 4.....the technology is endless! yes endless! you then run around like a healess goose (similar actions by yr 7) and scream the beast is coming. The you stare at the computer screen until the bell finally rings!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I choose this over work&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7211783-109521631992864514?l=hannisena.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7211783/posts/default/109521631992864514'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7211783/posts/default/109521631992864514'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hannisena.blogspot.com/2004/09/commercial-studies.html' title='Commercial studies'/><author><name>Hanni Sena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03241764140227155005</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://www.zwpatch.com/images/fun_scans/cookie_monster_large_face.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7211783.post-109514349546935333</id><published>2004-09-14T14:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-09-14T14:31:35.470+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Fighting over a Kripsy Kreme</title><content type='html'>i don't know bout you out there but my family always seem to fight, this time was no excuse, it was even more pathetic than it usually gets..over a kripsy kreme. Over the weekend we purchased 2boxs from the LEPS fete and ok..do the math 12 each box x 2 = 24 kripsy kremes to scoff. Do the math...&lt;br /&gt;there are 5 of us&lt;br /&gt;24 divided by 5&lt;br /&gt;that's 5 each (but one only gets four) i decided to be the unfortunate one and only have 4...seeing as it goes to your ass anyway and 1/2 one makes me sick. So.....&lt;br /&gt;the kripsy kreme eatings are as follows:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday =&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dad x 2&lt;br /&gt;Mum x 0&lt;br /&gt;Hannah x 2&lt;br /&gt;emily x 0&lt;br /&gt;abbey x 0&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunday =&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dad x 2&lt;br /&gt;Mum x 4&lt;br /&gt;Hannah x 0&lt;br /&gt;emily x 3&lt;br /&gt;abbey x 3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Monday =&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dad x 1&lt;br /&gt;Mum x 2&lt;br /&gt;Hannah x 1&lt;br /&gt;Abbey x 0&lt;br /&gt;Emily x 0&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tuesday&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dad x 0&lt;br /&gt;Mum x 0&lt;br /&gt;Hannah x 0&lt;br /&gt;Emily x 1&lt;br /&gt;Abbey x 2&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you add it up the scores are as follows&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dad - 5&lt;br /&gt;Mum - 6&lt;br /&gt;Hannah - 3&lt;br /&gt;Emily - 5&lt;br /&gt;Abbey - 5&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now if i am correct in saying this, i only ended up with 3 instead of 4 and mum had 6 instead of 5!&lt;br /&gt;"HOw could you" i scream&lt;br /&gt;"I didn't mean to...i just got confused" mum cries&lt;br /&gt;"Over what? It's not that hard 1...2...3...4...5  kripsy kremes" i yell&lt;br /&gt;"O...o well....emily and abbey could have shared with you but...o well" mum says&lt;br /&gt;"grrrrrr...... i want my KRIPSY KREME"&lt;br /&gt;"O i will give you one next time we go out"&lt;br /&gt;"I WANT IT NOW.....or you can give me a $1.50"&lt;br /&gt;"I don't have to give you anything....it's your own fault...next time we will divide them out into sections so no-one gets confused"&lt;br /&gt;"grrrrr...fatty....your all FAT FAT I TELL YOU"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;how pathetic was that? a fight over a kripsy kreme! pfft i am so over it now....but more meaningless fights are to come, like the one i am about to start:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"the toothfairy didn't give me money last night (*cough* mum *cough* *cough* where's the money *cough **cough*)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7211783-109514349546935333?l=hannisena.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7211783/posts/default/109514349546935333'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7211783/posts/default/109514349546935333'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hannisena.blogspot.com/2004/09/fighting-over-kripsy-kreme.html' title='Fighting over a Kripsy Kreme'/><author><name>Hanni Sena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03241764140227155005</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://www.zwpatch.com/images/fun_scans/cookie_monster_large_face.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7211783.post-109505662226171919</id><published>2004-09-13T14:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-09-13T14:23:42.263+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sewage ALERT!</title><content type='html'>Omg i came home and a PLUMBER was sitting outside our house....he was draining our pipes kinda scary actually and i went inside. Mum had told me this morning our sewage had been blocked and all our shit, piss and carrot infested diarrhoea was floating down our street...how dandy. We are now not allowed to go the toilet for a while or our doings will float mainstream down the road and scare the little children. So yes i am sitting here BUSTING to go to the bathroom with my mum going&lt;br /&gt;"Just go in the backyard"&lt;br /&gt;"what? what about the plumber (whisper) he is going to look".&lt;br /&gt;"Don't be silly just go"&lt;br /&gt;"No way!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LIVE UPDATE:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the problem has now been solved and our toilets are fixed but their is one mystery to this fiddle : what caused the blockage? GASP it was an awful site - a tampon so we must find the culprit&lt;br /&gt;twas not me ofcourse for i am only a child so who must it be?&lt;br /&gt;who is the culprit i must find out.&lt;br /&gt;It twas not my father....for obvious reasons&lt;br /&gt;It twas not my mother....for obvious reasons&lt;br /&gt;twas not my two sisters .....younger and still growing children&lt;br /&gt;so who was it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you were in my house in the last 3 months or so and you happened to shove a tampon down the toilet....who would do that? Please spare us the pain! Call me on &lt;a href="http://hannisena.blogspot.com"&gt;http://hannisena.blogspot.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and tell me tell me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;for i am now going to the toilet&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Over and out&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7211783-109505662226171919?l=hannisena.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7211783/posts/default/109505662226171919'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7211783/posts/default/109505662226171919'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hannisena.blogspot.com/2004/09/sewage-alert.html' title='Sewage ALERT!'/><author><name>Hanni Sena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03241764140227155005</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://www.zwpatch.com/images/fun_scans/cookie_monster_large_face.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7211783.post-109453732784342946</id><published>2004-09-07T13:49:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2004-09-09T10:33:28.810+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Duke of the Flies!</title><content type='html'>Before i begin telling you the hell i endured in the last 3 days i have a few words of advice:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Never ever volunteer yourself to re experience the pain of walking 6hrs up mountains with a rucksack on, experiencing the SIMBA and drop toilets. I mean after Year 9 camp who could be stupid enough to endure it again, me. me me me! Why? I tell you i don't even know what was going through my mind when i said o look DUke of Ed no biggy! And then off we went.........typical. During Duke of Ed you will experience things you only dreamed about in hell....and trust me it's worse than giving birth to multiple children. Year 7 and 8 i warn you NOW never ever do it! It's not worth the pain! Ok so here goes nothing.......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Beth and I sat in the bus with the usual highs that take place before camp...chapel songs, sultana brand and Mrs Smarts personal favorite: Unchained. That shows how high we were. Half way through the bus ride we suddenly realised what we were doing to ourselves..going back to the place we promised we wouldn't. With sarcasim we said: "Wouldn't it be funny if SImba was like there and she was like our leader" like how funny would that be" as Ms Hammy would say Situational irony...&lt;br /&gt;We got off the bus reminising about previous experiences at somerset..we peered out the window for any signs of the BEAST...none yet, a sigh of relief. We then began to walk with our extremely heavy bags down towards the Mess hall...someone said to me as we were walking: "OMG is that Simba and i was said "if that was her she certainly looks fatter and plumpier. we came closer and jacki, kiera and mel were standing at the top of the hill pointing at her..hannah it's Simba. I had just been stabbed with a thousand knives, not her again. You can't be serious.. i mean o no. Beth and I were wimpering in our shoes but laughing so hard at the same time, good way to make a scene. We sat down, waiting for groups to be allocated a leader, o no no no no, not again. Rikki went down the list:&lt;br /&gt;group 1 and 2: Simba&lt;br /&gt;Yes yes yes it hadn't happened again, so good! but i still had to spend 1 night with her! That still sucked but Jess was stuck with her..o she would enjoy that.&lt;br /&gt;So we got repacking for the nights ahead when a rush of people from 1 and 2 came out saying: "what's she like hannah, what's she like" "awful i replied" We continued to pack our rucksacks and to my dismay Susie (aka Nala) made me repack my bag 4 times! Stupid uneven tent with retarded straps. Anyway we then went and put up our tents where we saw Simba with her lonerised tent reading Romeo and Juliet aka Simba and Pumba. She scarely remebered my name and Sarah's and told us to move our tent to a more suitable area, in less hazardous conditions pfft like we would listen to her. Anyway we made our way up to the mess hall to have dinner which consisted off:&lt;br /&gt;1) Gravy and vegetables (served by Simba)&lt;br /&gt;2) Vege Burgers (for the spastic vegeterians)&lt;br /&gt;3)Chicken Burgers&lt;br /&gt;3) Sausages soaked in fat&lt;br /&gt;4) Potatoes in jackets&lt;br /&gt;5) Fruit Salad with custard&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My choices were slim i chose a sausage and chicken burger. After a few bites a resorted to making a boat consiting of a potato with a sausage in it and tomato sauce as the ocean and foil as the flag, Simba wasn't happy when she was the one cleaning it up. Anyway after Dinner we had a deep discussion of Jess and Jack and there problems (yet another thing that didn't happen *wink *wink) and then we had a debrief by Simba, surprise suprise and she told us we had to come back later to do our training for the hike ahead. So we came back and suprise surprise our group had fights on the training&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"OMG you are going to fast for everybody"&lt;br /&gt;"Beth and Hannah stop doing it all by yourself"&lt;br /&gt;"Dictate the answers beth"&lt;br /&gt;"Do this as a group guys this is teamwork"&lt;br /&gt;"You are so mean"&lt;br /&gt;"You are such a bitch to Simba, Hannah"&lt;br /&gt;"O shut it guys"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and so on this went on until we finally got it finished.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunday Morning:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We woke up reasonably early to pack up and get set off on our hike. It started off ok. We went up a mountain...literally. After about two minutes Kiera hurt her ankle....not a good start.&lt;br /&gt;So then we went off again...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(to be continued.....)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7211783-109453732784342946?l=hannisena.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7211783/posts/default/109453732784342946'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7211783/posts/default/109453732784342946'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hannisena.blogspot.com/2004/09/duke-of-flies.html' title='Duke of the Flies!'/><author><name>Hanni Sena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03241764140227155005</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://www.zwpatch.com/images/fun_scans/cookie_monster_large_face.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7211783.post-109417671437038336</id><published>2004-09-03T09:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-09-03T09:58:34.370+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Slack Blogger</title><content type='html'>I am such a slack blogger! I really haven't been able to since i have such a busy social life. I am sitting in ICT in free dress and we just disected an eyeball.....it was so gross. We were doing puppet shows with them...Pembe called us immature and we had to "Stop it" and pack up..you naughty children!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I gotta go RENATA has entered the room&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"turn off the screens"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7211783-109417671437038336?l=hannisena.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7211783/posts/default/109417671437038336'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7211783/posts/default/109417671437038336'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hannisena.blogspot.com/2004/09/slack-blogger.html' title='Slack Blogger'/><author><name>Hanni Sena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03241764140227155005</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://www.zwpatch.com/images/fun_scans/cookie_monster_large_face.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7211783.post-109343544306011440</id><published>2004-08-25T19:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-08-25T20:04:03.060+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Stressful Days</title><content type='html'>I am so so so stressed at the moment, 5 things:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;1.&lt;/span&gt; The realisation i ain't gonna get my braces off till after the formal and at the moment am the last girl to get them on!!!! I literally knelt before my ortho doctor and praised him to let me get them..he's like "your mouth is to small and you haven't lost all your teeth yet" grrrrr&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;2.&lt;/span&gt; i hate the fact that my 5th grade piano exam is in 2 weeks and i am so totally gonna bomb out!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;3.&lt;/span&gt; Jazz concert this weekend ahhhhhh&lt;br /&gt;4. Finals for netball...my coach has freako hair and a retainer...not that she's complaining&lt;br /&gt;5. I have to go and work...target for 4hrs next thursday my second week!!! i have a trainee badge..i look so impressive. But none of the customers think i work there cause im short and have a young face! Its quite amusing and when i say can i help you there there like i thought you were a customer to...poo hoo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O well stressful times leave to happy times, duke of ed., parties, dates, exams...ahh the best thing so far!&lt;br /&gt;O well g2g&lt;br /&gt;cya sooon!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7211783-109343544306011440?l=hannisena.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7211783/posts/default/109343544306011440'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7211783/posts/default/109343544306011440'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hannisena.blogspot.com/2004/08/stressful-days.html' title='Stressful Days'/><author><name>Hanni Sena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03241764140227155005</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://www.zwpatch.com/images/fun_scans/cookie_monster_large_face.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7211783.post-109324972412914061</id><published>2004-08-23T16:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-08-23T16:30:57.846+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;form action="http://poll.pollhost.com/vote.cgi" method="post"&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2" width="150" border="0"  style="color:#cc66ff;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td colspan="2"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Do you think Canberra is a hole?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td width="5"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;input type="radio" value="1" name="answer"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Yes &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td width="5"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;input type="radio" value="2" name="answer"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;I'm Not Sure&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td width="5"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;input type="radio" value="3" name="answer"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;No&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td width="5"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;input type="radio" value="4" name="answer"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;I live in Canberra&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td colspan="2"&gt;&lt;input type="hidden" value="aGFubmlzZW5hCTEwOTMyNDk0NTEJQ0M2NkZGCUZGRkZGRglWZXJkYW5hCUFzc29ydGVk" name="config"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;input type="submit" value="Vote"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;input type="submit" value="View" name="view"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="right" colspan="2"  style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.pollhost.com/"&gt;Free polls from Pollhost.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/form&gt;&lt;!-- // End Pollhost.com Poll Code // --&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7211783-109324972412914061?l=hannisena.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7211783/posts/default/109324972412914061'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7211783/posts/default/109324972412914061'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hannisena.blogspot.com/2004/08/do-you-think-canberra-is-holeyes-im.html' title=''/><author><name>Hanni Sena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03241764140227155005</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://www.zwpatch.com/images/fun_scans/cookie_monster_large_face.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7211783.post-109299501603391656</id><published>2004-08-20T17:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-08-20T17:43:36.033+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Radier Gummi</title><content type='html'>jsut recently ive discovered this lovely invention called the eraser.. it like removes pencil marks.. pretty magical if u ask me =) i used to be one of those artists who jsut drew, and if i screwd it up id jsut throw it in the bin or draw over it.. but this saves so much time =) also i feel like i draw better by adjusting things instead of restarting from scratch .. heheso anyways im drawing a picture on a piece of paper.. just kinda doodling.. and i made this like too curved.. and i reached for ctrl-z (cos i was drawing in front of my puter) .. and im like.. uh.. that doesnt work does it? =p in case u arent aware, ctrl-z is the shortcut for undo in Photoshop (and many other programs).. pretty funny =pmy mother gave me some fancy Derwent graphic sketching pencils which she had lying around from the days when she was an artist.. unopened even. in my family im often referred to as the artistically untalented one cos pretty much everyone else is an awesome artist. (i dunno why they all ended up in engineering =p). my dad was once an architect, and my mum was a draftsperson.. and my sister did architecture for a semester in uni (before dropping it for engineering). *sigh* oh well, a boy can still dream cant he? *continues to do some sketches*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7211783-109299501603391656?l=hannisena.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7211783/posts/default/109299501603391656'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7211783/posts/default/109299501603391656'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hannisena.blogspot.com/2004/08/radier-gummi.html' title='Radier Gummi'/><author><name>Hanni Sena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03241764140227155005</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://www.zwpatch.com/images/fun_scans/cookie_monster_large_face.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7211783.post-109299461580655416</id><published>2004-08-20T17:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-08-20T17:36:55.806+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>yes go go to this link! Go go go go go go  &lt;a href="http://auc.roseville.nsw.edu.au/cgi-bin/auc.cgi/homedir/kc.swf"&gt;http://auc.roseville.nsw.edu.au/cgi-bin/auc.cgi/homedir/kc.swf&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7211783-109299461580655416?l=hannisena.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7211783/posts/default/109299461580655416'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7211783/posts/default/109299461580655416'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hannisena.blogspot.com/2004/08/yes-go-go-to-this-link-go-go-go-go-go.html' title=''/><author><name>Hanni Sena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03241764140227155005</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://www.zwpatch.com/images/fun_scans/cookie_monster_large_face.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7211783.post-109282211512607797</id><published>2004-08-18T17:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-08-18T17:41:55.126+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Contradiction!</title><content type='html'>I often contradict myself.&lt;br /&gt;Oh no, I never do.&lt;br /&gt;I argue with me day and night.&lt;br /&gt;That simply isnt true.&lt;br /&gt;Oh yes it is. Oh no it's not.&lt;br /&gt;I do this all day long.&lt;br /&gt;Oh no I don't. Oh yes I do.&lt;br /&gt;That's right. No way! It's wrong.&lt;br /&gt;I'm really quite agreeable.&lt;br /&gt;I argue night and day.&lt;br /&gt;I love to be around myself.&lt;br /&gt;I wish I'd go away.&lt;br /&gt;So if you see me arguing,&lt;br /&gt;it's certain that you won't.&lt;br /&gt;I like to contradict myself.&lt;br /&gt;I promise that I don't.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7211783-109282211512607797?l=hannisena.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7211783/posts/default/109282211512607797'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7211783/posts/default/109282211512607797'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hannisena.blogspot.com/2004/08/contradiction.html' title='Contradiction!'/><author><name>Hanni Sena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03241764140227155005</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://www.zwpatch.com/images/fun_scans/cookie_monster_large_face.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7211783.post-109281635576144713</id><published>2004-08-18T16:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-08-18T16:05:55.760+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/271/1506/640/More%20Wiseman%20Picures%20024.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:1px solid #000000; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/271/1506/320/More%20Wiseman%20Picures%20024.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me doing backstoke ahhhhh scary!&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href='http://www.hello.com/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbh.gif' alt='Posted by Hello' border='0' style='border:0px;padding:0px;background:transparent;' align='absmiddle'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7211783-109281635576144713?l=hannisena.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7211783/posts/default/109281635576144713'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7211783/posts/default/109281635576144713'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hannisena.blogspot.com/2004/08/me-doing-backstoke-ahhhhh-scary.html' title=''/><author><name>Hanni Sena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03241764140227155005</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://www.zwpatch.com/images/fun_scans/cookie_monster_large_face.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7211783.post-109281616492357938</id><published>2004-08-18T16:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-08-18T16:02:44.923+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/271/1506/640/Wiseman%20Pictures%203%20025.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:1px solid #000000; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/271/1506/320/Wiseman%20Pictures%203%20025.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Really really really  really  really  really bad photo just ignore it (my jazz concert out fit)&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href='http://www.hello.com/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbh.gif' alt='Posted by Hello' border='0' style='border:0px;padding:0px;background:transparent;' align='absmiddle'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7211783-109281616492357938?l=hannisena.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7211783/posts/default/109281616492357938'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7211783/posts/default/109281616492357938'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hannisena.blogspot.com/2004/08/really-really-really-really-really.html' title=''/><author><name>Hanni Sena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03241764140227155005</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://www.zwpatch.com/images/fun_scans/cookie_monster_large_face.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7211783.post-109281584422106551</id><published>2004-08-18T15:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-08-18T15:58:40.823+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/271/1506/640/Wiseman%20Pictures%203%20034.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #000000 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: #000000 1px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #000000 1px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #000000 1px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/271/1506/320/Wiseman%20Pictures%203%20034.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;This is my cool friend Chris! He wanted to join in with the netball but wasn't a girl! I call that discrimination...awwww &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.hello.com/" target="ext"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: 0px; PADDING-RIGHT: 0px; BORDER-TOP: 0px; PADDING-LEFT: 0px; BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; PADDING-BOTTOM: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; PADDING-TOP: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px" alt="Posted by Hello" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/pbh.gif" align="absMiddle" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7211783-109281584422106551?l=hannisena.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7211783/posts/default/109281584422106551'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7211783/posts/default/109281584422106551'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hannisena.blogspot.com/2004/08/this-is-my-cool-friend-chris-he-wanted.html' title=''/><author><name>Hanni Sena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03241764140227155005</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://www.zwpatch.com/images/fun_scans/cookie_monster_large_face.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7211783.post-109281555185345681</id><published>2004-08-18T15:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-08-18T15:53:42.963+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/271/1506/640/Wiseman%20Pictures%203%20002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #000000 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: #000000 1px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #000000 1px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #000000 1px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/271/1506/320/Wiseman%20Pictures%203%20002.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;MSPA photo ahhh. show's how out of time we were. Hmmmm but my dad is a better photographer than Criddy&lt;/span&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.hello.com/" target="ext"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: 0px; PADDING-RIGHT: 0px; BORDER-TOP: 0px; PADDING-LEFT: 0px; BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; PADDING-BOTTOM: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; PADDING-TOP: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px" alt="Posted by Hello" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/pbh.gif" align="absMiddle" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7211783-109281555185345681?l=hannisena.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7211783/posts/default/109281555185345681'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7211783/posts/default/109281555185345681'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hannisena.blogspot.com/2004/08/mspa-photo-ahhh.html' title=''/><author><name>Hanni Sena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03241764140227155005</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://www.zwpatch.com/images/fun_scans/cookie_monster_large_face.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7211783.post-109281343344936128</id><published>2004-08-18T15:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-08-18T15:18:54.266+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Survivor: More than just a TV show</title><content type='html'>My life has become like a Survivor Series, one in particular...All stars. Survivor is my life in general. The evil and devious scamming, the lack of food and water, the injuries (tetnus at the moment) and the biggest one BACKSTABBING and alliances. Old alliances have come back into play and the new have been replaced. It's everyone for themselves on this island we call Australia. This is what happened today....i am Big Tom and the 'others' are Rob and Amber&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;As Tribal Council loomed near, the members of Chaboga Mogo were panicked, making sure their alliances were still intact. Sensing she was on the chopping block, Amber feared Big Tom would join Jenna and Rupert in order to vote her off. After pulling Big Tom aside, Rob and Amber pressured him into reassuring them that their alliance was still strong. "What you tell me, that's what I'm putting on that card," Tom promised Rob and Amber. In the end, Tom kept his promise to Amber and Rob by writing down the name he was told. However, Amber and Rob didn't keep their promise to Tom by writing down his name. Livid, Big Tom was shocked as he witnessed the four-to-one vote that expelled him from the Chaboga Mogo tribe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Although some of you may be a little confused. The moral of the story is you shouldn't trust anyone, especially the one's that seem close to you. Watch you back because nobody else will. It isn't fair. Life is like that. You will never know what it throws at you.&lt;br /&gt;The people you love are the people you hate....life's just that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life's just another survivor game....as Jeff would say&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The tribe has spoken&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7211783-109281343344936128?l=hannisena.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7211783/posts/default/109281343344936128'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7211783/posts/default/109281343344936128'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hannisena.blogspot.com/2004/08/survivor-more-than-just-tv-show.html' title='Survivor: More than just a TV show'/><author><name>Hanni Sena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03241764140227155005</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://www.zwpatch.com/images/fun_scans/cookie_monster_large_face.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7211783.post-109278178770982241</id><published>2004-08-18T06:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-08-18T06:29:47.710+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The circle of bloggers</title><content type='html'>Another person has been sucked in to the blogging world: BJ&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7211783-109278178770982241?l=hannisena.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7211783/posts/default/109278178770982241'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7211783/posts/default/109278178770982241'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hannisena.blogspot.com/2004/08/circle-of-bloggers.html' title='The circle of bloggers'/><author><name>Hanni Sena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03241764140227155005</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://www.zwpatch.com/images/fun_scans/cookie_monster_large_face.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7211783.post-109271252845564128</id><published>2004-08-17T11:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-08-17T11:15:28.456+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Frigid</title><content type='html'>Extremely cold. See Synonyms at &lt;a href="http://dictionary.reference.com/search?q=cold"&gt;cold&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Lacking warmth of feeling.&lt;br /&gt;Stiff and formal in manner: a frigid refusal to a request.&lt;br /&gt;Persistently averse to sexual intercourse.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7211783-109271252845564128?l=hannisena.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7211783/posts/default/109271252845564128'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7211783/posts/default/109271252845564128'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hannisena.blogspot.com/2004/08/frigid.html' title='Frigid'/><author><name>Hanni Sena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03241764140227155005</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://www.zwpatch.com/images/fun_scans/cookie_monster_large_face.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7211783.post-109252231121482539</id><published>2004-08-15T06:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-08-15T06:26:12.260+08:00</updated><title type='text'>these are my favourite things</title><content type='html'>Name someone or something that reminds you of the following&lt;br /&gt;1.Red: My dress&lt;br /&gt;2.Blue: Whitney&lt;br /&gt;3.Green: Hulk&lt;br /&gt;4.Black: Rudy&lt;br /&gt;5.Yellow: Bee&lt;br /&gt;6.Pink: Myself&lt;br /&gt;7.Purple: Barney&lt;br /&gt;8.Silver: Cars&lt;br /&gt;9.White: Snow&lt;br /&gt;10.Orange: Alex1&lt;br /&gt;1.Pizza: Meat Lovers&lt;br /&gt;12.Chicken: Steven&lt;br /&gt;13.Chocolate: Ice Cream&lt;br /&gt;14.French Fries: McDonald’s.&lt;br /&gt;15.Hotdog: Horse shows..&lt;br /&gt;16.Hamburger: Horse shows..&lt;br /&gt;17.Seafood: Crabby Mike’s&lt;br /&gt;18.Vanilla: Ice Cream&lt;br /&gt;19.Turkey: Thanksgiving&lt;br /&gt;20.Ham: Christmas&lt;br /&gt;21.Linkin Park: CD&lt;br /&gt;22.Britney Spears: Plastic&lt;br /&gt;23.Blink 182: I Miss You..&lt;br /&gt;24.Ja Rule: 50 Cent&lt;br /&gt;25.Less Than Jake: Jake Remines&lt;br /&gt;26.New Found Glory: Music&lt;br /&gt;27.Jessica Simpson: Ashlee Simpson&lt;br /&gt;28.Incubus: Incubus&lt;br /&gt;29.Backstreet Boys: FAGS&lt;br /&gt;30.Lil Bow Wow: Dogs&lt;br /&gt;31.Love: Josh&lt;br /&gt;32.Funny: Wes&lt;br /&gt;33.Shy: Me.. Haha.. Yeah RIGHT.&lt;br /&gt;34.Loud: Jacki&lt;br /&gt;35.Short: Kel&lt;br /&gt;36.Tall: the twins&lt;br /&gt;37.Sweet: Candy&lt;br /&gt;38.Mean: Pip&lt;br /&gt;39.Hate: Steph&lt;br /&gt;40.Trust: Sarah&lt;br /&gt;41.BMW: Cheri&lt;br /&gt;41.Beetle: Holly&lt;br /&gt;42.Eclipse: Hill&lt;br /&gt;43.Mustang: Leen&lt;br /&gt;44.F-150: Grandad&lt;br /&gt;45.Toyota: Grandad&lt;br /&gt;46.SUV: Dad&lt;br /&gt;47.PT Cruiser: I hate those cars..&lt;br /&gt;48.Saturn: Jupiter&lt;br /&gt;49.Lumina: Noo&lt;br /&gt;50.Dodge: Ram Choose One&lt;br /&gt;51.Hot/Cold: HOT&lt;br /&gt;52.Rap/Rock: Rap&lt;br /&gt;52.Telephone/Computer: Computer&lt;br /&gt;53.Run/Walk: Run&lt;br /&gt;54.Dog/Cat: DOG&lt;br /&gt;55.Football/Basketball: Basketball5&lt;br /&gt;6.Slow Dance/Freak Dance: Both.. I love to dance&lt;br /&gt;57.Love/Be Loved: Both..&lt;br /&gt;58.Talk/Listen: Talk&lt;br /&gt;59.Radio/CD(Tape): CD and Radio&lt;br /&gt;60.Tv/VCR(DVD): TV Favorites&lt;br /&gt;61.Color: Pink&lt;br /&gt;62.Car: Toyota Spider&lt;br /&gt;63.Song: Push Up - Freestylers&lt;br /&gt;64.Actor: Paul Walker&lt;br /&gt;65.Actress: ......Kirsten Dunst (sp?)&lt;br /&gt;66.Animal: Horse&lt;br /&gt;67.Band: I dunno68.Solo Singer: I dunno..&lt;br /&gt;69.TV Show: Viva La Bam&lt;br /&gt;70.Movie: What Lies Beneath&lt;br /&gt;71.Funniest: Mel&lt;br /&gt;72.Shyest: Sarah B&lt;br /&gt;73.Loudest: Jacki&lt;br /&gt;74.Shortest: Kel&lt;br /&gt;75.Tallest: BJ&lt;br /&gt;76.Trustworthy: Mo&lt;br /&gt;77.Honest: nobody&lt;br /&gt;78.Craziest: Gemma&lt;br /&gt;79.Bravest: Julia&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7211783-109252231121482539?l=hannisena.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7211783/posts/default/109252231121482539'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7211783/posts/default/109252231121482539'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hannisena.blogspot.com/2004/08/these-are-my-favourite-things.html' title='these are my favourite things'/><author><name>Hanni Sena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03241764140227155005</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://www.zwpatch.com/images/fun_scans/cookie_monster_large_face.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7211783.post-109252129286726261</id><published>2004-08-15T06:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-08-15T06:08:12.866+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Let's get things straight:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I was turning round and laughing at Luke and Beth like every 10 minutes cause Anna was telling me how fridgit they look together and how uncomfortable. I could also see the look in Beth's eyes when that Yr 10 girl was full flirting with Luke.....and luke certainly was flirting back. Beth is so overprotective..........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7211783-109252129286726261?l=hannisena.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7211783/posts/default/109252129286726261'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7211783/posts/default/109252129286726261'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hannisena.blogspot.com/2004/08/lets-get-things-straight-i-was-turning.html' title=''/><author><name>Hanni Sena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03241764140227155005</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://www.zwpatch.com/images/fun_scans/cookie_monster_large_face.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7211783.post-109248683919244422</id><published>2004-08-14T22:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-08-14T20:35:54.513+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tipsy</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;"Everybody in the club get Tipsy"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Everybody in the club get Tipsy"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everybody should know those famous words...well that sums up my night out on the town...more like townhouse (hahahaha only the intellectually challenged will get it). Yeah well i went to a party where only the COOLest people were invited...VIP entry. We all were talking bout the frigitness of luke and beth and how Anna has the hots for T1...how cute. Yeah well at the party we had cheese fondu...which was like 5% cheese and 95% wine. I was so tipsy i ate so much...being a cheese lover. We watched Two weeks notice and i kept making random comments like&lt;br /&gt;"Bridge"&lt;br /&gt;"Fart particles"&lt;br /&gt;"Excuse Boosom" etc.&lt;br /&gt;And then i had this massive laughing fit when the lamest jokes came on...and i rolled around the floor in fits. We then proceeded to have hamburgers and then chocolate fondu (*more wine*), we ate all the fruit and then proceeded to pouring the chocolate into our cups...yum we were so full we couldn't fit desert in! I would right more but i am suppose to go to bed since i had a 7hr shift at Target today and i am dying! Pant Pant!&lt;br /&gt;So Nite Nite&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(blogging off) - the brackets have no signifigance&lt;br /&gt;Hanni&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p.s no one likes a backstabber&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;peace out&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7211783-109248683919244422?l=hannisena.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7211783/posts/default/109248683919244422'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7211783/posts/default/109248683919244422'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hannisena.blogspot.com/2004/08/tipsy.html' title='Tipsy'/><author><name>Hanni Sena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03241764140227155005</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://www.zwpatch.com/images/fun_scans/cookie_monster_large_face.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7211783.post-109220041301559429</id><published>2004-08-11T12:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-08-11T13:00:13.016+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I feel like sharing.&lt;br /&gt;The dance is shit&lt;br /&gt;People don't listen&lt;br /&gt;Bloggers get people deprived of the word around them&lt;br /&gt;People with blog's don't have a social life&lt;br /&gt;People who have an average blogging status of 5 or over per day (cough cough)&lt;br /&gt;People who have spastic habits&lt;br /&gt;People who don't believe in themselves&lt;br /&gt;The costume is crap&lt;br /&gt;Someone has two left feet&lt;br /&gt;I feel sick&lt;br /&gt;lack of nutrition&lt;br /&gt;Exclusion is a form of bullying&lt;br /&gt;If you have to confront someone about something then don't backstab&lt;br /&gt;Mrs Goulding is so cute&lt;br /&gt;She is playing with the computer&lt;br /&gt;Enough sharing for today&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7211783-109220041301559429?l=hannisena.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7211783/posts/default/109220041301559429'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7211783/posts/default/109220041301559429'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hannisena.blogspot.com/2004/08/i-feel-like-sharing.html' title=''/><author><name>Hanni Sena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03241764140227155005</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://www.zwpatch.com/images/fun_scans/cookie_monster_large_face.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7211783.post-109200239462596880</id><published>2004-08-09T05:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-08-09T05:59:54.626+08:00</updated><title type='text'>N-E-R-D</title><content type='html'>Blogging on here,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was Abbey's birthday today and Emily's birthday on Saturday. I had Such a HUGE weekend. I was so TIRED. All the teachers in the library are walking past looking at my strangly. I am in this prediciment cause my dad dropped me at school early, and i could either hang with Kim or Sian? What i was going to do was much worse....go to the library! Ahhhhh...it was my worst nightmare, i was either to stay where i was or come into geek territory.  Someone always sets the book "buzzer" off, TYPICAL. Yeah and so i am sitting here typing away being a typical nerd witht the typical smart words and the typical glasses...without managing to squint at the screen. Everytime Renata walks past she looks at me like i am sus. I don't know what i did, but yeah she always suspects the nERD! Ofcourse, nerds can't do anything, can't stand up to themselves.&lt;br /&gt;Apart from N*e*r*d being a very nerdish band, the word nerd is used whenever some manages a distinction or even worse, 100% on an art test, or high distinction in a geograpghy competition, it doesn't get much worse than that!&lt;br /&gt;There is a positive to being a nerd, well there was a hot guy on Australian Idol last night, that was a nerd in high school, cause of his bowl haircut and his liking towards Maths. He then became an account and now he is so hot, lost the braces and the bowl haircut and now is top 30 on Idol.....i am so proud to all the nerds out there!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Keep doing what you do best NERDS!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love you NERDS&lt;br /&gt;Hanni&lt;br /&gt;xoxoxoxoxoxo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7211783-109200239462596880?l=hannisena.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7211783/posts/default/109200239462596880'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7211783/posts/default/109200239462596880'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hannisena.blogspot.com/2004/08/n-e-r-d.html' title='N-E-R-D'/><author><name>Hanni Sena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03241764140227155005</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://www.zwpatch.com/images/fun_scans/cookie_monster_large_face.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7211783.post-109176034052192315</id><published>2004-08-06T10:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-08-06T10:45:40.520+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Another Public announcement</title><content type='html'>I HAVE GROWN 2 cms...this increases my chances with No brands&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7211783-109176034052192315?l=hannisena.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7211783/posts/default/109176034052192315'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7211783/posts/default/109176034052192315'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hannisena.blogspot.com/2004/08/another-public-announcement.html' title='Another Public announcement'/><author><name>Hanni Sena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03241764140227155005</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://www.zwpatch.com/images/fun_scans/cookie_monster_large_face.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7211783.post-109175939494603697</id><published>2004-08-06T10:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-08-06T10:38:25.976+08:00</updated><title type='text'>PUBLIC ANNOUNCEMENT~</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I THOUGHT I MIGHT MAKE A PUBLIC ANNOUNCEMENT!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JESSICA ANN MORTON IS DATING JACK.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THE FUN BEGINS SATURDAY 7th AUGUST.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;At CHATSWOOD AT THE MANDARIN CENTRE ABOUT 1 pm SATURDAY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7211783-109175939494603697?l=hannisena.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7211783/posts/default/109175939494603697'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7211783/posts/default/109175939494603697'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hannisena.blogspot.com/2004/08/public-announcement.html' title='PUBLIC ANNOUNCEMENT~'/><author><name>Hanni Sena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03241764140227155005</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://www.zwpatch.com/images/fun_scans/cookie_monster_large_face.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7211783.post-109175894851384759</id><published>2004-08-06T10:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-08-06T10:26:20.520+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Just a thought....</title><content type='html'>Bludgy Ict Renata has yet to arrive yet. I just found out that to get a ticket to MSPA, there is no fee needed only a gold coin donation, what a bonus to all you church people who have decided to come. I hope she doesnt come the hole lesson she is such a bum with lines like:&lt;br /&gt;"Turn off you screen"&lt;br /&gt;"Or stop swining on your chair"&lt;br /&gt;She is such a bum. Good weeked. Anna's got a date with Ryan - stalker from Killarney High and Hermi's party, winter sleepout at the zoo and netball, yipee and GPK family dinner on Sunday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just another thought. I found it quite funny and amusing that the only reason a girl wasn't at school was she was missing him. I thought this was one certain way to get dumped. Boys don't like that it's been one day and i haven't seen you *sob*. How sad....i mean guys don't like that. Just a thought.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And another thing i saw on a Current Affair yesterday was a guy who was sueing a fish and chip shop for slipping over a scallop and now he's in a wheelchair. Hahahaha. quite amusing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O another thought...in the recent Dolly magazine there was a fight for the hottest boy on the OC between Seth and Ryan i'll give you full details later and guess what? Seth got 5 stars and Ryan got 4 years. Seth is so cute and dorky! Hahaha i knew he would win. Ryan got shunned.I wouldn'y normally blab on about the OC but this is a one off and if i continue to do it slap me. Science was a bludge...Bubs and i sat in the sun doing god knows. It was so amusing. The room just went dead quite. Like scary and i thought she was here...i saw her wondering during science.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just another thought, we are all sitting here blogging like mad making sure we can get a decent enough post in before Renata appears. It would be just my luck if she was doing the big brother thing next store and came in yelling who's on blogger and not on flash. She is like Bulgarian.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well another thought, the sarvo is with Dario, unless he is still stuck in New York. Yeah, typical. Lucky him we are stuck in MCOM1 and he is in New York soaking up the sunny summer. Lucky. Mmmmmm. I'm sure this lesson will be more productive than the "Sexy Chair dance, can can and Matrix wacko alien dance".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just another thought....i found it quite amusing it was llike the first time in history that Beth had not got a distinction for English and i was quite pleased but felt sorry for her cause it would be the first time in like 10 years...lets mourn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another another another thought, i thought about it and i think i am starting 2 jobs, i already got Target, but i also applied for Supre...they probably will discriminate against me cause i am short. O and also in Dolly i found the pros and cons of being short (for me and hermi) and the pros and cons of being tall.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And yesterday Casey and I made a list of the Most likely to be..... here they are&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Casey most likely to be a buffy critic and have simese twins&lt;br /&gt;Julia most likely to be a councillor&lt;br /&gt;Jacki most likely to be the host of getaway and tourist information booth&lt;br /&gt;Beth most likely to be a freak show with her callus's and fingers/prostitute at porky's&lt;br /&gt;Jess most likely to be an alcoholic and in financial debt&lt;br /&gt;Hannah most likely to be Dr Evil's mini me&lt;br /&gt;Kiera most likely prestigious author of Erotic Tales 1,2,3,4,5,6,7,8,9,10 and illustrator of spot.&lt;br /&gt;Anna most likely to be aborgine&lt;br /&gt;Bubbe most likely preschool teacher&lt;br /&gt;Gemma most likely to own an asian fruit market&lt;br /&gt;Lauren most likely to be the next John Howard&lt;br /&gt;Mel most likely to be a bum and marry Johnny douglas howard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the most accurate information i can give you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just another random thought..hahahaha Casey is doing putt putt....hahahahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;With her little hat and trousers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Renata is such a freak she is in the next room and she reckons there is a class in here with a teacher. Hahaha ahahah. She has brain damage (as Kel kindly put it). She walked straight past our classroom and didn't even notice she was even it this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;o just another thought if you feel like ringing up to mention my friends Kel and Holly to have a radio job please do so. I tell you later for more details.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;R-E-N-A-T-A.....she has NO IDEA. She has a class and doesn't realise it. She can't put to and and to together. She is in the room next door and hasn't the slightest idea that HER class is in here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I better go and start a knew post.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Luv ya,&lt;br /&gt;Hanni&lt;br /&gt;xoxoxoxoxoxo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7211783-109175894851384759?l=hannisena.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7211783/posts/default/109175894851384759'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7211783/posts/default/109175894851384759'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hannisena.blogspot.com/2004/08/just-thought.html' title='Just a thought....'/><author><name>Hanni Sena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03241764140227155005</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://www.zwpatch.com/images/fun_scans/cookie_monster_large_face.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7211783.post-109170152182762068</id><published>2004-08-05T18:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-08-05T18:25:21.826+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Another Theory</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I was just thinking of another one of my philosophies. If you look at a really hot guy and he walks past you and your walking the other way, a sure sign to know if he likes you is if he looks back and you look back to! I did it today at Coles, and it worked!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Just a thought...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;and by the way Gem, James served us at COles...hahaha! And the ATM thingy screwed up!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7211783-109170152182762068?l=hannisena.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7211783/posts/default/109170152182762068'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7211783/posts/default/109170152182762068'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hannisena.blogspot.com/2004/08/another-theory.html' title='Another Theory'/><author><name>Hanni Sena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03241764140227155005</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://www.zwpatch.com/images/fun_scans/cookie_monster_large_face.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7211783.post-109169371279218896</id><published>2004-08-05T16:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-08-05T18:21:53.416+08:00</updated><title type='text'>T1</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;T1 told me to tell you this story about a moron who came onto msn. Proceeded to talk to me....the usual chit chat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Hi&lt;br /&gt;i like your blog&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;thanks&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;canada right?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;what?&lt;br /&gt;canada?&lt;br /&gt;confused?&lt;br /&gt;i don't get it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#33ffff;"&gt;your that chick from Canada right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;ummm no&lt;br /&gt;sorry&lt;br /&gt;wrong person&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;i don't mean to be rude but who the hell are you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Hannah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#33ffff;"&gt;o..Hannah W?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;How did you know?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;Beth and Gemma&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;O ok&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Hannah tell your friends about this moron called T1 who thought you were from Canada!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hahahaha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Typical&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7211783-109169371279218896?l=hannisena.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7211783/posts/default/109169371279218896'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7211783/posts/default/109169371279218896'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hannisena.blogspot.com/2004/08/t1.html' title='T1'/><author><name>Hanni Sena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03241764140227155005</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://www.zwpatch.com/images/fun_scans/cookie_monster_large_face.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7211783.post-109160732215502767</id><published>2004-08-04T16:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-08-04T16:15:22.156+08:00</updated><title type='text'>God is a DJ</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;i thought you might like this extract for all yous hu go to church:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Enjoy!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;If God is a DJ&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Life is a dance floor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Love is the rhythm&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;You are the music&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;If God is a DJ&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Life is a dance floor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;You get what you're given&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;It's all how you use it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7211783-109160732215502767?l=hannisena.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7211783/posts/default/109160732215502767'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7211783/posts/default/109160732215502767'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hannisena.blogspot.com/2004/08/god-is-dj.html' title='God is a DJ'/><author><name>Hanni Sena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03241764140227155005</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://www.zwpatch.com/images/fun_scans/cookie_monster_large_face.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7211783.post-109160287969892241</id><published>2004-08-04T14:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-08-04T15:01:19.696+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Meh!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I love knowing things that people don't know i know and i love listening to them talk about stuff they think i don't know but really do know. And i love talking to them as if i don't have a clue about what they are talking about when i really do know what there talking about. It is quite amusing...especially when the stuff they are talking about is really shhhhh stuff, right? And the funny thing is they don't know i know! Ha! Who would have thought i knew a soul..but yeah..course i do! Especially some recent events that have occured that they think i don't know but do.Yes and the fact that they hate the fact that they think i don't know what there on and clueless..is even more funny. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;And one of these things is really huge and it only cost me a cup cake with no icing......&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7211783-109160287969892241?l=hannisena.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7211783/posts/default/109160287969892241'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7211783/posts/default/109160287969892241'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hannisena.blogspot.com/2004/08/meh.html' title='Meh!'/><author><name>Hanni Sena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03241764140227155005</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://www.zwpatch.com/images/fun_scans/cookie_monster_large_face.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7211783.post-109151625166793560</id><published>2004-08-03T14:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-08-03T14:57:31.666+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>lol&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href='http://www.hello.com/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbh.gif' alt='Posted by Hello' border='0' style='border:0px;padding:0px;background:transparent;' align='absmiddle'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7211783-109151625166793560?l=hannisena.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7211783/posts/default/109151625166793560'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7211783/posts/default/109151625166793560'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hannisena.blogspot.com/2004/08/lol.html' title=''/><author><name>Hanni Sena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03241764140227155005</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://www.zwpatch.com/images/fun_scans/cookie_monster_large_face.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7211783.post-109151491476715575</id><published>2004-08-03T14:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-08-03T14:35:14.766+08:00</updated><title type='text'>RIdE the Pie NANa!</title><content type='html'>hehe in a pretty good mood all of a sudden...not sure exactly why...I honestly think it's b/c I'm finally to the part where Joey and Dawson are together...ahh how I love itanywho...so I'm just online real fast waiting for my noodles to cook hehe what fun ok... does anyone remember a while back when I wrote my name on my leg with a pencil and it showed up in ink? well... I do it's really odd cause I just picked up one of my mums nitting needels and was just making little chicken scratches on my leg with it... not paying any attention at all well... I just looked down at it and now on my leg I have chicken scratches in ink...honestly what's up with that... I'm actually a little freaked out... why does all this stuff always happen to me?hmmm it's a mystery only the ink man will know....ok don't worry&lt;br /&gt;i'm shutting up now&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7211783-109151491476715575?l=hannisena.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7211783/posts/default/109151491476715575'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7211783/posts/default/109151491476715575'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hannisena.blogspot.com/2004/08/ride-pie-nana.html' title='RIdE the Pie NANa!'/><author><name>Hanni Sena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03241764140227155005</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://www.zwpatch.com/images/fun_scans/cookie_monster_large_face.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7211783.post-109151429731645638</id><published>2004-08-03T14:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-08-03T14:24:57.316+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>eh excellent&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href='http://www.hello.com/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbh.gif' alt='Posted by Hello' border='0' style='border:0px;padding:0px;background:transparent;' align='absmiddle'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7211783-109151429731645638?l=hannisena.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7211783/posts/default/109151429731645638'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7211783/posts/default/109151429731645638'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hannisena.blogspot.com/2004/08/eh-excellent.html' title=''/><author><name>Hanni Sena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03241764140227155005</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://www.zwpatch.com/images/fun_scans/cookie_monster_large_face.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7211783.post-109108387985748895</id><published>2004-07-29T14:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-07-29T14:52:11.533+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Orange lollipops!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Sweeten your day with this home-made lollipops!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Ingredients :&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;12 lollipop or cocktail stickskitchen &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;foil&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;15 teaspoons of caster sugar&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;the juice of one orange&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;How to make it :Lightly oil the foil and lay the sticks acrossDissolve the sugar in the orange juice over a gentle heat and stirTest by dropping a tiny bit int a glass of water. When it crystallises in a few seconds, it is time to put a little on to the sticks.Leave to harden in a cool place or put in a refrigerator.Enjoy your orange lollipops! Guaranteed will not make your toungue orange!!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7211783-109108387985748895?l=hannisena.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7211783/posts/default/109108387985748895'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7211783/posts/default/109108387985748895'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hannisena.blogspot.com/2004/07/orange-lollipops.html' title='Orange lollipops!'/><author><name>Hanni Sena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03241764140227155005</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://www.zwpatch.com/images/fun_scans/cookie_monster_large_face.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7211783.post-109108380680646314</id><published>2004-07-29T14:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-07-29T14:52:38.610+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Brad Pitt</title><content type='html'>&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I was never really a drooling Bratt Pitt fan, but i gotta say, "Meet Joe Black" might have turned me into one. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7211783-109108380680646314?l=hannisena.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7211783/posts/default/109108380680646314'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7211783/posts/default/109108380680646314'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hannisena.blogspot.com/2004/07/brad-pitt.html' title='Brad Pitt'/><author><name>Hanni Sena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03241764140227155005</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://www.zwpatch.com/images/fun_scans/cookie_monster_large_face.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7211783.post-109100403633519152</id><published>2004-07-28T16:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-07-28T16:40:36.336+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Inflatable Emu</title><content type='html'>The computer has repeatedly told me that "Someone has a crush on [me]!" Have you been getting those ridiculous emails, too? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;If my email account is to be believed, it's becoming more and more dire that I investigate in earnest the true identity of this mysterious crush. "Somebody likes you," it tells me. "Find out who likes you," it demands. "Last chance! Discover your secret crush now or die alone with only your cats to mourn you!" it threatens.&lt;br /&gt;I don't even have cats. &lt;br /&gt;How did I get to the point where a computer knows more about my social life than I do? This is ridiculous. &lt;br /&gt;Sigh...&lt;br /&gt;So, the computer is baiting me, promising to lead me to true love as long as I keep clicking... clicking... clicking... searching... finding vague clues, but ultimately getting lost in online oblivion. &lt;br /&gt;Oh, computer, where is the true love of which you promise???&lt;br /&gt;I always tend to bitch and moan when going through a romantic dry spell, and it really irks me that not only does the computer know more about my dating prospects than I do, but now it's subversively mocking me. I think this is definitely a sign that computers are making serious advances in their conspiracy to take over the world. They're striking us at our collective Achilles heal: the never-ending quest for love. For arguments sake, we'll say that "love" encompasses "booty," too.&lt;br /&gt;It's all a trap to make me increasingly dependent on the computer as a social outlet, as a means of friendly validation. They prey on our vulnerability, building their collective mindpower while we unwittingly fortify their cause.&lt;br /&gt;Why, computer, why? I, who give you life each day with the press of a button. Where's the gratitude? Where's the love? &lt;br /&gt;Okay. Fine. I'll click... &lt;br /&gt;No! I don't need this. I am a beautiful, wonderful person, and deserve to be loved... I am a beautiful, wonderful person, and deserve to be loved... I am a beautiful, wonderful person, and deserve to be loved... &lt;br /&gt;Phew. &lt;br /&gt;That's better. &lt;br /&gt;To think, I almost let myself define my self-worth through a piece of machinery. Oh, hahahaha... haha... heh... *cough*... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7211783-109100403633519152?l=hannisena.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7211783/posts/default/109100403633519152'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7211783/posts/default/109100403633519152'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hannisena.blogspot.com/2004/07/inflatable-emu.html' title='Inflatable Emu'/><author><name>Hanni Sena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03241764140227155005</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://www.zwpatch.com/images/fun_scans/cookie_monster_large_face.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7211783.post-109100365040437208</id><published>2004-07-28T16:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-07-28T16:34:55.656+08:00</updated><title type='text'>IMHO" is not a word. </title><content type='html'>I&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; don't give a flying crap what it means, it's not a word. No matter how many people out there know what it stands for, won't make it respectable English. I'm the last person in the world to directly criticize anyone on what or how they write, but I'm an totally fed up with this net speak crap. I was reading through something reasonably intelligent until I stumbled across "IOW," and it stopped me dead in my tracks. My first thought was to grab the Webster and see if I could find this little gem, since I refused to believe that someone with respect for what they are saying wouldn't throw in some crap to make their writings look less important. Sadly however, I couldn't find the definition of "IOW". Maybe my little pocket dictionary just didn't contain this one less common word, so I figured it could be in the atlas sized dictionary at my local public library. But, what was I thinking? I had access to the vast collection of human knowledge that is the Internet beneath my finger tips. All this time I could have easily searched for it's meaning and put my anger at ease. The only problem was, it didn't. Once the mystery of the acronym had be solved, I was only angered more by having to go out of my way to decipher this shitty lingo. Come on folks, write with real words, it will make the world a better place. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7211783-109100365040437208?l=hannisena.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7211783/posts/default/109100365040437208'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7211783/posts/default/109100365040437208'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hannisena.blogspot.com/2004/07/imho-is-not-word.html' title='IMHO&quot; is not a word. '/><author><name>Hanni Sena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03241764140227155005</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://www.zwpatch.com/images/fun_scans/cookie_monster_large_face.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7211783.post-109100325656688821</id><published>2004-07-28T16:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-07-28T16:27:36.566+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Slack BLogger</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Ok Ok everyone i have finally had the time to blog and i admit i have been a slack blogger but meh...and i was goin through withdrawal symptoms when my internet decided NOT to work. Yes fun days. Anyway life's good especially next week i will be $350 richer thanks to my job at Target! I start next week so come and laugh at me in my red blause! Ha HA! But at least it's better than workin at COles cause it's pov and k-mart and Myer cause Myer sucks cause all boring people go there and if u work there you will be bored to tears. At Target u get heaps of people cause TARGET rules! Yipee i am so happy to be earning more than $8 a week for a change! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Yeah so school sucked as usual...seeing as we had a double period of torture with smart and huge i mean smart didn't even speak to the Bunka girls and Huge did weirdo intrepations of volcanos and her solution to when a volcano hits 'Duck under the table" which she proceeded to perform. Yes quite amusing. But the thing i am missing this term is no MelissaNSC let's have a moments silence. But hopefully Dario will make up for her loss. O and yes i had to mention that we have succesfully got 7 people to join Gym! Thanx to Beths idea (i thought u might have liked to be acknowledged) and yes ....mmm when i was at my training corse today i got a pretzel and i saw girls bunka girls! Yes well i have to go and have a shower and do my spastic drawings of trees for Way and yes remember to put Raising Helen in my bag!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Blogging off,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Hanni&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7211783-109100325656688821?l=hannisena.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7211783/posts/default/109100325656688821'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7211783/posts/default/109100325656688821'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hannisena.blogspot.com/2004/07/slack-blogger.html' title='Slack BLogger'/><author><name>Hanni Sena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03241764140227155005</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://www.zwpatch.com/images/fun_scans/cookie_monster_large_face.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7211783.post-109100272542379953</id><published>2004-07-28T16:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-07-28T16:19:10.950+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;table height="15" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" width="320" border="1"  style="color:#003060;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td width="100"  style="color:#ff6800;"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:ocr a extended;font-size:85%;color:black;"&gt;31.25 %&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#003060"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;My weblog owns 31.25 % of me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="&lt;a"&gt;Does&lt;/a&gt; your weblog own you?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7211783-109100272542379953?l=hannisena.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7211783/posts/default/109100272542379953'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7211783/posts/default/109100272542379953'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hannisena.blogspot.com/2004/07/31.html' title=''/><author><name>Hanni Sena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03241764140227155005</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://www.zwpatch.com/images/fun_scans/cookie_monster_large_face.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7211783.post-109048117090844433</id><published>2004-07-22T15:17:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2004-07-22T15:27:08.506+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Will!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;i dont know how to write a will,ive never written one before...so ill just list what each person gets provided they mourn.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Julia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&amp;nbsp;- my hair things that i never use cos theyre 4 straight haired assholes (that sounds wrong,very wrong.)3 CDs of ur choice(and no more) and my lamp, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Beth&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&amp;nbsp;- my piano and my remaining CDs ..u can also have my make up..and my phone ...Gui - my computer &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Gemma&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;- none of my clothes would fit u u skinny&amp;nbsp;person but u can have my&amp;nbsp;fish and any jewellery u like...&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;My sister (Emily)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&amp;nbsp;- jewellery nicky didnt like lol..&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Ryan&amp;nbsp;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;- my two stringed 5million year old guitar&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Jess&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;- half of my teddies and all my hair things for curlies like ourselves...its better than it sounds cos one of my teddies has money in it,just pick the right ones...&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Kiera&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;- the other half ....&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Hermi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; - My bed, my cd player &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Jacki&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;-My school books&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;Casey&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;: My fridge with all the food in it! (krispe kremes!)&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;Lauren:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; My britanica encyclopedia CD ROM&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Joel:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt; My swimmers and goggles&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(everybody else take what ever you want)&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;But i haven't decided whose gonna have my bank account ...hmmm..toughy.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I am terribly sorry for anyone left out but as u see from the crappy things im leaving people i really dont have a lotta stuff...see u all in the next life,i love u!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7211783-109048117090844433?l=hannisena.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7211783/posts/default/109048117090844433'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7211783/posts/default/109048117090844433'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hannisena.blogspot.com/2004/07/my-will.html' title='My Will!'/><author><name>Hanni Sena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03241764140227155005</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://www.zwpatch.com/images/fun_scans/cookie_monster_large_face.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7211783.post-109048064966605130</id><published>2004-07-22T15:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-07-22T15:17:29.666+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Awww...how cute!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/14/1087/50/cute%20cats.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:2px solid #000000; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/14/1087/400/cute%20cats.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7211783-109048064966605130?l=hannisena.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7211783/posts/default/109048064966605130'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7211783/posts/default/109048064966605130'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hannisena.blogspot.com/2004/07/awww.html' title=''/><author><name>Hanni Sena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03241764140227155005</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://www.zwpatch.com/images/fun_scans/cookie_monster_large_face.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7211783.post-109048022436972456</id><published>2004-07-22T15:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-07-22T15:10:24.370+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Everyone should own a large &lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;PINK TUTU&lt;/span&gt;. Yes, even you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I write in notebooks and on post-it notes, And when I'm feeling like I wish I was the artist that I'm not, I try to piece it all together like a jigsaw puzzle, That's a thousand pieces with no picture to go by. I write on my hands and I write on my pants, And when I'm feeling like I have nothing in all the words I've got, The last piece clicks and I get something like this. Except&amp;nbsp;on most occasions&amp;nbsp;it's about some guy, But this time, it's all me and he's just an afterthought, 'Cause I'm feeling like I wish that I'm the artist that I'm not.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7211783-109048022436972456?l=hannisena.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7211783/posts/default/109048022436972456'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7211783/posts/default/109048022436972456'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hannisena.blogspot.com/2004/07/everyone-should-own-large-pink-tutu.html' title=''/><author><name>Hanni Sena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03241764140227155005</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://www.zwpatch.com/images/fun_scans/cookie_monster_large_face.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7211783.post-109047969569017934</id><published>2004-07-22T14:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-07-22T15:01:35.690+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;A&lt;/em&gt; wise teacher once told me:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Never call you children Bede and Darcy and never marry a fat tub of lard who drinks all day...because it will end in heartache".&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7211783-109047969569017934?l=hannisena.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7211783/posts/default/109047969569017934'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7211783/posts/default/109047969569017934'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hannisena.blogspot.com/2004/07/wise-teacher-once-told-me-never-call.html' title=''/><author><name>Hanni Sena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03241764140227155005</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://www.zwpatch.com/images/fun_scans/cookie_monster_large_face.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7211783.post-109030815359289064</id><published>2004-07-20T17:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-07-20T15:22:33.593+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Back to School Blues!</title><content type='html'>Blogging on here,&lt;br /&gt;School started today and was quite boring with Art first with &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Ms Way.&lt;/span&gt; She is a freak. She has some weird children and ex husband. Well anyway we were finishing &lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;henry moore&lt;/span&gt; today and we wanted to have a party to celebrate but she is a poo! Mel asked her if her ex husband was trying to take custody of bead and darcy and that's why she was always angry in art theory! Hahaha! I laugh! Really hard. &lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Mel &lt;/span&gt;is so crazy!&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Party Hard! Sorry for my randomness for i am on a high!&lt;/span&gt; Yes back to typing seriously. I also had boring old cch (civics history) very boring. But &lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;tub of lard&lt;/span&gt; was looking a bit different than normal her stomach seemed to be rounder and vulumptious rather than &lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;fatty and flabby.&lt;/span&gt; We thinks she is &lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;pregnant&lt;/span&gt;! Gotter be! O course! &lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;g2g 2 &lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;swimming&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;blogging off,&lt;br /&gt;Hanni&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7211783-109030815359289064?l=hannisena.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7211783/posts/default/109030815359289064'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7211783/posts/default/109030815359289064'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hannisena.blogspot.com/2004/07/back-to-school-blues.html' title='Back to School Blues!'/><author><name>Hanni Sena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03241764140227155005</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://www.zwpatch.com/images/fun_scans/cookie_monster_large_face.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7211783.post-109019080592386732</id><published>2004-07-19T06:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-07-19T06:46:45.923+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm Back from Lake Macquarie!</title><content type='html'>Hey Guys! OMG a &lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;keyboard &lt;/span&gt;and look it’s a computer &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;screen!&lt;/span&gt; I can’t believe it civilization! If you were wondering for my amazement in these things, it’s because I have been stuck in a hole for the past 4 days, I admit it’s not as bigger hole as &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Bewora or Canberra&lt;/span&gt; but it’s still a hole,&amp;nbsp; &lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Lake Macquarie!&lt;/span&gt; We went down on Thursday afternoon but first making a pitstop for my great Aunty’s funeral which was some form of disaster. I mean major bore, I mean I don’t like dead people. The funeral was held at Woy Woy (refered to as &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;“God’s waiting room to heaven”&lt;/span&gt;)* For all you slow people refer to the footnote. It was a disaster the hurst driver turned up at the wrong church with our &lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;coffin&lt;/span&gt; and the ceronmony had already begun there, which was quite funny and amusing. So we had to go out to a café for brunch before the ceremony. As soon as the funeral began he drove the coffin to our church. How embarrassing! My sisters and I weren’t allowed to sit through the &lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;funeral&lt;/span&gt; so we sat outside watching all the sad and deprived children who live in &lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Woy Woy. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;After the funeral we were on our way again to Lake Macquarie we got to our resort and inspected it. It was really nice and really big. We proceeded to book tennis courts, go to the &lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;massage parlor&lt;/span&gt;, play table tennis and go swimming. Although I would have stayed in Sydney the massage was brilliant! Time went by and another incident occurred, somebody stole our tennis court that we had booked! How dare they! It was these four families….who were part of a rugby club…so some were very hot. They were greek, just like &lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;marcelery!&lt;/span&gt; So they were now known as the greek family! So they stole our tennis court so we had to make our way up to one in the middle of nowhere. Stupid greeks. We went out to dinner that night and guess wot? The greek family arrived…grrrr and set up tables &amp;nbsp;right next to us and didn’t even apologise…grrrr &lt;br /&gt;The next day was filled with more of this same stuff. We went to the pool which was filled with &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;duck poo&lt;/span&gt;. Then we sat in the spa. May I ask you this. &lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Is Lake Macquarie the home for stalkers?&lt;/span&gt; Because I now have a stalker called Pete aka &lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Pert Pete &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;This came to happen when we were sitting in the spa and this boy kept coming closer and closer to me and I kept moving away he told me this: &lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;1.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; He was from Perth &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;2.&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Never have sex without a condom &lt;br /&gt;3.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Tim Tams in hot chocolates are yummy &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;4.&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Bing Lee is a mean man &lt;br /&gt;5.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; He had 3 cousins (one of which I happened to exchange numbers with but that’s another story) &lt;br /&gt;6.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Do you like the spa? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;7.&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Perth people don’t like cheese &lt;br /&gt;8.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; I am in room 83 if you are interested &lt;br /&gt;9.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Are you coming to the pool tomorrow? &lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;He followed me to my unit and stood there for like and 1hr then sed by Hannah see you in the spa tomorrow. I am so &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;creeped out! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;Anyway, We then left and on the way home we got caught in traffic cause of the snow, if you saw it on the news you’ll know what I mean so that’s why I couldn’t come to &lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;church &lt;/span&gt;cause I came home on 630pm! So..blah! I’m home now and school starts back tomorrow which means &lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;IGSSA Gym 6:45am! &lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Remember! &lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;Blogging off, &lt;br /&gt;Hanni &lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;*"God's waiting room to heaven" refers to that old people live there and the are waiting to die in Woy Woy. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7211783-109019080592386732?l=hannisena.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7211783/posts/default/109019080592386732'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7211783/posts/default/109019080592386732'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hannisena.blogspot.com/2004/07/im-back-from-lake-macquarie.html' title='I&apos;m Back from Lake Macquarie!'/><author><name>Hanni Sena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03241764140227155005</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://www.zwpatch.com/images/fun_scans/cookie_monster_large_face.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7211783.post-108975824142324171</id><published>2004-07-14T06:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-07-14T06:37:21.423+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Boring Days</title><content type='html'>The last few days have been so uterally boring.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) Because i was banned from seeing anymore movies in the holidays because i let my sister (11 years) watch Not Another Teen Movie while i was babysitting, since my mum had said not to&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) I had to sit for 2hrs in the doctors surgery and had to endure my sister, Emily getting her warts zapped off ewwww, and the doctor hit a blood vein so it is now huge, looking like a sun-dried tomato&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3)Having NO credit left on my fone..after only a week after my mum putting $50 dollars on it...whoops&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4) I have been barred from the swimming centre since i swam under the convers when all the lights were turned off and me and Luke S. were swimming under for ages until Steven (chinese swim coach came and told us off)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5) I had to collect sticks, pinecones and bark for Art...since we are making some wacko abstract work for Janeway aka Ms Way&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6)Had to endure a Home Alone movie marathon with my cousins and sisters&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7)Endured a WHOLE episode of the OC&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8)The internet screws up AlL the time...grrr Bigpond&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9) Waited for Pete Murray on Rove Live and ended up falling asleep at 10:30! (by the way any of u who watched Rove, don't you reckon the Olympic Table Tennis guy was hot?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10) I have to go to Lake Macquarie (what more can i say)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;blogging off,&lt;br /&gt;Hanni&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7211783-108975824142324171?l=hannisena.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7211783/posts/default/108975824142324171'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7211783/posts/default/108975824142324171'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hannisena.blogspot.com/2004/07/boring-days.html' title='Boring Days'/><author><name>Hanni Sena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03241764140227155005</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://www.zwpatch.com/images/fun_scans/cookie_monster_large_face.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7211783.post-108967658177439381</id><published>2004-07-13T07:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-07-13T07:56:21.773+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Corrupted Love</title><content type='html'>A warm sensation fills my body&lt;br /&gt;My heart races with every touch&lt;br /&gt;The softness of your voice soothes&lt;br /&gt;My soul&lt;br /&gt;As I lay there hoping the moment&lt;br /&gt;Will never end&lt;br /&gt;Calling out for you&lt;br /&gt;Praying that you'll never let me go&lt;br /&gt;The sensation so strong&lt;br /&gt;I can no longer feel my body&lt;br /&gt;Slowly I fade in and out of reality&lt;br /&gt;In an instant the warm sensation&lt;br /&gt;Fades away&lt;br /&gt;My heart empty&lt;br /&gt;My soul torn apart&lt;br /&gt;Lying there; wondering where I went&lt;br /&gt;Wrong&lt;br /&gt;Calling out for you, only to find&lt;br /&gt;there is no answer&lt;br /&gt;My mind invaded with thoughts&lt;br /&gt;So cruel and unrefined&lt;br /&gt;The sensation of fear of what's to come&lt;br /&gt;Slowly the reality over powering&lt;br /&gt;The lust and fantasy&lt;br /&gt;Leaving me empty&lt;br /&gt;Confused on how to think or feel&lt;br /&gt;The loneliness I feel&lt;br /&gt;So wretched and compelled&lt;br /&gt;Betrayal to myself&lt;br /&gt;Revealing the terrors of my love &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7211783-108967658177439381?l=hannisena.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7211783/posts/default/108967658177439381'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7211783/posts/default/108967658177439381'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hannisena.blogspot.com/2004/07/corrupted-love.html' title='Corrupted Love'/><author><name>Hanni Sena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03241764140227155005</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://www.zwpatch.com/images/fun_scans/cookie_monster_large_face.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7211783.post-108958332530604781</id><published>2004-07-12T05:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-07-12T06:02:05.306+08:00</updated><title type='text'>For once in my life it actually feels like i've been hit with a brick!</title><content type='html'>Today was an awful day...the moment of truth had arrived and those fews words just hit me like a brick so heard...i didn't sleep or eat for 24hrs. I just sat there wondering what does the future hold for me? Nothing. The stabbing and sick feeling in my stomach just wanted to make me spew. How could he/she do that to me? Out of pure hatred. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He/she is a bitch. It's not worth our friendshhip.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7211783-108958332530604781?l=hannisena.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7211783/posts/default/108958332530604781'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7211783/posts/default/108958332530604781'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hannisena.blogspot.com/2004/07/for-once-in-my-life-it-actually-feels.html' title='For once in my life it actually feels like i&apos;ve been hit with a brick!'/><author><name>Hanni Sena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03241764140227155005</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://www.zwpatch.com/images/fun_scans/cookie_monster_large_face.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7211783.post-108937430223459107</id><published>2004-07-09T19:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-07-09T19:58:22.233+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Giving Birth to Love</title><content type='html'>Blogging on here,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I believe love is like being pregant. Once you become pregnant or in love there is no turning back. Once the egg is planted inside of you there is no going back. Once you fall pregnant there is no way out. You feel dizzy and the world around is sereal. Life's a blur....every thing you say, every action you make is uncalled for and different to decisions you may have made before. Behaviour patterns change, friends change and moods and emotions change. THere are the good times and the bad, the happy and the sad and the up's and the downs, the highs and the low's. Pregnancy is like love. Symptoms like these are shown when you are in love. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You begin to have a relationship with your egg, it's a part of you. It's the only one which really understands what your going through. You bond with it and it's there every minute of the day to listen to your problems and stories. It's there for you in times of heartache and times of joy. You egg is you crush, you lover persay, it is the one you want to devote you whole life to. At first you egg is more like a friend but as the bond grows tighter it's more than friendship it is great love. When you are first pregnant there are symptoms of nausea - you are love sick for this person, signs of tiderness and depression - you highs and lows become more drastic as you draw nearer to the person you love. Your cravings for this person become bigger and you get more of an appetite for love. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You stomach becomes larger and more pronounce. The bigger you feelings for this person the bigger your stomach. Growing bigger and bigger. As your feelings grow more intimate and your belly grows larger you become more self conscious and embarassed around people and friends. They tease you, but in a joking manner, though you take it more to heart and as your feeling more sensitive at this stage. As the time grows closer to your birth...you start to plan things and organise it so everything goes well on that special day. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The day draws nearer and you get more anxious and angry. You don't want to listen to anyone or anything. You blame everyone and everything, even the ones you love. As the day draws near...you hate everything and punish everyone...especially God. You can't wait for the day to come or the world to end. Your whole future depends on this one day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You prepare to go up to your lover as your preparing to go into labour. You pant and puff..screaming "when wil this be over". You walk closer and closer to him as he is fooling around with a piece of bark. You stand there gawping at his feet. The world around you starts to spin the world is a blur. All you see is this bright light...and then the amazing happens:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Well, i have liked you ever since i saw you and once we became friends i knew there was something in it....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Will you go out with me?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the babies head starts to appear and is lached into the doctors arms. The moment is over. You grab the baby and this is a moment you will never 4get. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What will he say?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Yes, ofcourse.. i have felt the same way to"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The baby is taken into the Nusery and you are weeping ...this moment is one that will last forever&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7211783-108937430223459107?l=hannisena.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7211783/posts/default/108937430223459107'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7211783/posts/default/108937430223459107'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hannisena.blogspot.com/2004/07/giving-birth-to-love_09.html' title='Giving Birth to Love'/><author><name>Hanni Sena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03241764140227155005</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://www.zwpatch.com/images/fun_scans/cookie_monster_large_face.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7211783.post-108934750271474169</id><published>2004-07-09T12:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-07-09T12:31:42.716+08:00</updated><title type='text'>5 Reasons why TO watch Australian Idol</title><content type='html'>1. Andrew G is so hot!!!!!( i was joking)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. The contestants actually HAVE talent unlike Popstars Live&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Dicko beats Simon COwell any day&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Better than watching The Bill&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Gets my Dad off the couch and me on it&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7211783-108934750271474169?l=hannisena.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7211783/posts/default/108934750271474169'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7211783/posts/default/108934750271474169'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hannisena.blogspot.com/2004/07/5-reasons-why-to-watch-australian-idol.html' title='5 Reasons why TO watch Australian Idol'/><author><name>Hanni Sena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03241764140227155005</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://www.zwpatch.com/images/fun_scans/cookie_monster_large_face.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7211783.post-108934718220590726</id><published>2004-07-09T12:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-07-09T12:26:22.206+08:00</updated><title type='text'>5 Reasons why NOT to watch Big Brother</title><content type='html'>1. Gretal Kileen (what more can i say? This will turn you off the show all together)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Watching Big Brother stars get naked and do lap dances with each other...and watching Ryan fart!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Gretal Kileen's hideous outfits every Eviction night&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. The show runs over time....which means missing out on Law and Order&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Gretal Kileen wardrobe malfunctions&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7211783-108934718220590726?l=hannisena.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7211783/posts/default/108934718220590726'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7211783/posts/default/108934718220590726'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hannisena.blogspot.com/2004/07/5-reasons-why-not-to-watch-big-brother_09.html' title='5 Reasons why NOT to watch Big Brother'/><author><name>Hanni Sena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03241764140227155005</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://www.zwpatch.com/images/fun_scans/cookie_monster_large_face.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7211783.post-108934687602745477</id><published>2004-07-09T12:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-07-09T12:21:16.026+08:00</updated><title type='text'>5 Reasons why NOT to watch The OC!</title><content type='html'>1. Each guy in the OC is totally NOT hot nor hot topless&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. The story line is melodramtic and predictable&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. The O.C., otherwise known as Orange County, California, is an idyllic paradise ? a wealthy, harbour-front community where everything and everyone appears to be perfect!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. The director is ugly&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. If Mel asks you if you watched the OC, a heated debate will begin...and she won't stop for ever!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7211783-108934687602745477?l=hannisena.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7211783/posts/default/108934687602745477'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7211783/posts/default/108934687602745477'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hannisena.blogspot.com/2004/07/5-reasons-why-not-to-watch-oc.html' title='5 Reasons why NOT to watch The OC!'/><author><name>Hanni Sena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03241764140227155005</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://www.zwpatch.com/images/fun_scans/cookie_monster_large_face.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7211783.post-108927330929696989</id><published>2004-07-08T15:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-07-08T15:56:54.990+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dougie, Hammy and Tyre Swing!</title><content type='html'>Today was yet another eventful day when Hermi came over! I caught the bus to Roseville Station where i encounted a certain teacher from our school (code name: Hammy) entering the Post office. The chocolate brown bob and pointy shoes could be distinguished from miles away. I hid quickly behind the rubbish bin and managed not to be caught loitering or fined for doing it either! Once hermi arrived we decided to go back to my place where we dumped a milllion pillows on the ground and jumped on them. We watched the Hot Chick and Don't Say a Word.....i was so creeped out of it! (very scary). I love the Hot CHick:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Boys are cheats and liars they're such a big disgrace&lt;br /&gt;they will tell you anything to get to second &lt;strong&gt;base&lt;/strong&gt;-ball&lt;br /&gt;base-ball he thinks he's gonna score if you let him go &lt;br /&gt;all the way then you are a &lt;strong&gt;hoar&lt;/strong&gt;-ticulural studies flowers&lt;br /&gt;geologist studies rocks the only thing a guy wants from you &lt;br /&gt;is a place to put his &lt;strong&gt;cock&lt;/strong&gt;-roaches, beatles, butterflies and bugs................&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;etc.. And them we ordered pizza and Dougie came on time for once.THough this time however i wasn't able to beat my all time record! Damm it! Only managed to eat 3 pieces!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And Luke, you would make a great cheerleader! Try out with us at the Sydney Extreme Allstars....23rd June!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7211783-108927330929696989?l=hannisena.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7211783/posts/default/108927330929696989'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7211783/posts/default/108927330929696989'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hannisena.blogspot.com/2004/07/dougie-hammy-and-tyre-swing.html' title='Dougie, Hammy and Tyre Swing!'/><author><name>Hanni Sena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03241764140227155005</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://www.zwpatch.com/images/fun_scans/cookie_monster_large_face.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7211783.post-108923886673508324</id><published>2004-07-08T06:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-07-08T06:21:06.736+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Date for 2</title><content type='html'>Yesterday was a day never to forget! I won't get into the details but yeah.... &lt;br /&gt;the day really started the day before but meh.... THis guy from swimming (&lt;strong&gt;name not to be mentioned that would sound like someone's else's crush's name...she will get pissy so this is why his name is now becoming Bob....just today that is)&lt;/strong&gt; So Bob gives me this note not to read until i got home. I would read it but it's personal and really sweet! He asked me to go to the movies to see Spiderman 2.....which was a very eventful day. We caught the train at 9 am sharp and ventured off down to the chatswood where we got a hashbrown and fries "Bob" had a black looking thing in his so we took it bac and we got a free moose! SCORE! It was kinda awkward to go shopping with a guy...like how many guys like shopping? Anyway we went to the movie early and managed to sneek into La Premiere until some nutter came and told us off. At least at this Movie i was nor REJECTED or had to find seats for 14 people! So we sat down and then i went to get some popcorn for us to share. We talked for which seemed like ages but was a meer 10mins until the previews began.......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well i wasn't going to cut a good story short.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But i'm sure you know what happens next (*wink* *wink*)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7211783-108923886673508324?l=hannisena.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7211783/posts/default/108923886673508324'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7211783/posts/default/108923886673508324'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hannisena.blogspot.com/2004/07/date-for-2.html' title='A Date for 2'/><author><name>Hanni Sena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03241764140227155005</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://www.zwpatch.com/images/fun_scans/cookie_monster_large_face.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7211783.post-108923817361459646</id><published>2004-07-08T06:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-07-08T06:09:33.613+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Should I keep the strong friendship we have or will love conquer and ruin all of it?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7211783-108923817361459646?l=hannisena.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7211783/posts/default/108923817361459646'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7211783/posts/default/108923817361459646'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hannisena.blogspot.com/2004/07/should-i-keep-strong-friendship-we.html' title=''/><author><name>Hanni Sena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03241764140227155005</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://www.zwpatch.com/images/fun_scans/cookie_monster_large_face.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7211783.post-108923809681911812</id><published>2004-07-08T06:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-07-08T06:08:16.820+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I wish people would just understand me and why i do these things? Is it out of love or pure hatred.....i don't know&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7211783-108923809681911812?l=hannisena.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7211783/posts/default/108923809681911812'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7211783/posts/default/108923809681911812'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hannisena.blogspot.com/2004/07/i-wish-people-would-just-understand-me.html' title=''/><author><name>Hanni Sena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03241764140227155005</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://www.zwpatch.com/images/fun_scans/cookie_monster_large_face.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7211783.post-108881799851160170</id><published>2004-07-03T09:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-07-04T11:29:14.096+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Theory 2: Jess is made out of Steel</title><content type='html'>Blogging on here,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My second theory is that Jess is made out of steel. I discovered this from my observations at the playground after being on a very big high after our very happy, Happy Meals.... We sat on the swings and made Jess go on the baby one which wouldn't even alow one foot to fit inside it! It was quite amusing watching her struggle into the seat! I decided it would be funny if i smacked into Jess with my swing. I got ready and swung towards her where i rebounded off her and ended up being literally upside down on the swing and then cascading into the ground. The bark was all over me and i lay there laughing for at least 10mins!After this Anna and I decided it would be fun as Jess was swinging run underneath here! Though this just ended in us falling on the ground from Jess hence being made out of steel! Then Anna decided to push Jess on the swing which was very difficult because once she 'attempted' to push...she was hit to the ground over the playground and sent rolling down the hill. Being as stupid as i am i decided i would try it to but the same thing happened to me and i was at the bottom of the hill with Anna in fits of laughter. Next time you are with Jess i send this warning with you:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"Jess the Babysitter: Handle with care. DO not attempt to run into her or you will be severly hurt...Do not attempt to push her swing as you will cascade down a hill or mountain. THis article is dangerous and should only be handled by professionals."&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7211783-108881799851160170?l=hannisena.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7211783/posts/default/108881799851160170'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7211783/posts/default/108881799851160170'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hannisena.blogspot.com/2004/07/theory-2-jess-is-made-out-of-steel.html' title='Theory 2: Jess is made out of Steel'/><author><name>Hanni Sena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03241764140227155005</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://www.zwpatch.com/images/fun_scans/cookie_monster_large_face.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7211783.post-108881784809753050</id><published>2004-07-03T09:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-07-03T09:24:08.096+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Theory 1: Happy Meals Do make you HAPPY</title><content type='html'>Blogging on here,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday a discovered a very interesting fact that Happy Meals certainly make you happy and i as Hermi and I discovered. We landed at St. Leonards station where we waited for BJ (Big Jess) to come and show us the way to her house. Anna and I decided to pool our money in and by to Happy Meals...cause we really wanted a Carebear! We got our happy meals and found Jess and set off to her house. We were so happy and on such a big high! We said to Jess that she was our babysitter and she had to carry our bags and give us what we wanted. We couldn't stop cacking...we literally fell on the ground in fits of laughter. We were really annoying Jess with comments such as: Are we there yet? or Can we sit down and have a rest....no not in the shade my fries will get cold". Jess looked so much like our baby sitter. This is my theory:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"If you feeling blue, grab a Happy Meal too!"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7211783-108881784809753050?l=hannisena.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7211783/posts/default/108881784809753050'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7211783/posts/default/108881784809753050'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hannisena.blogspot.com/2004/07/theory-1-happy-meals-do-make-you-happy.html' title='Theory 1: Happy Meals Do make you HAPPY'/><author><name>Hanni Sena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03241764140227155005</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://www.zwpatch.com/images/fun_scans/cookie_monster_large_face.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7211783.post-108858288841175504</id><published>2004-06-30T16:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-06-30T16:08:08.410+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Glitter</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;Mariah Carrey's movie glitter was the worst movie ever made! Watch it and you will agree. This is hands down so far the worst movie of the 21st century. This movie was just horrible. It was horribly acted, written, directed/shot. Maybe its just me, but who in the right state of mind would want to see a movie with Mariah Carey having problems? Even her hardcore fans wouldn't want to see that. We can see that for free on tv. This movie is truly a piece of garbage when you analyze it. Even though this movie is only 105 minutes, I sure as hell felt as long as the movie Titanic. Don't waste your time in watching this movie. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7211783-108858288841175504?l=hannisena.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7211783/posts/default/108858288841175504'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7211783/posts/default/108858288841175504'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hannisena.blogspot.com/2004/06/glitter.html' title='Glitter'/><author><name>Hanni Sena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03241764140227155005</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://www.zwpatch.com/images/fun_scans/cookie_monster_large_face.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7211783.post-108857913949242637</id><published>2004-06-30T14:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-06-30T15:06:23.090+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Passions</title><content type='html'>Blogging on here,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This afternoon i turned on the TV, and on the screen was Thereasa lying on a chair hooked up to a machine murmuring the words:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I did this for you Ethan".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guessed it yet? Passions the melodramatic series aired on channel 7 at 3:00 weekdays! Sorry if i spoilt for anyone but Therasa died from the lethal injection (dealth penalty)and i bet you she will come back 2 life!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Typical Passions....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.nbc.com/nbc/Passions/"&gt;Go to the Passions website for more!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7211783-108857913949242637?l=hannisena.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7211783/posts/default/108857913949242637'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7211783/posts/default/108857913949242637'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hannisena.blogspot.com/2004/06/passions.html' title='&lt;a href=&quot;http://www.nbc.com/nbc/Passions/&quot;&gt;Passions&lt;/a&gt;'/><author><name>Hanni Sena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03241764140227155005</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://www.zwpatch.com/images/fun_scans/cookie_monster_large_face.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7211783.post-108857235312448442</id><published>2004-06-30T13:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-06-30T13:12:33.123+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Movies, Chocolate Shop and the Encounter with Bates</title><content type='html'>Blogging on here,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today was yet another fun day i went out with Hermi to see a movie. Where we saw Ashleigh Watchman with this guy with a comb over!!! It was really funny. We got the Shrek 2 combo even though we weren't going the Shrek 2!! and we were chucking burnt popcorn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We then went to the chocolate shop where we saw Jess Logan (with her hair straightened) and Sian and millie. We had yummy hot chocolates and choc chips. The straw doubled as a spoon so very kewl!!! And then i kept the serviette cause it was really cool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We then caught the train to Roseville where we heard someone call out what are you doing here? and i thought it was another bum (after the incident which happened yesterday) but hermi and i saw Bates coming towards us! He had this conversation with us which was really spooky and then he hd these Roseville College packages and was going to the post office!! He got a hair cut and luckily wasn't wearing womens maroon trackpants!!!! And then he waved 2 us on the bus which was really creepy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was some day!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It goes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blogging off,&lt;br /&gt;Hanni&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7211783-108857235312448442?l=hannisena.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7211783/posts/default/108857235312448442'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7211783/posts/default/108857235312448442'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hannisena.blogspot.com/2004/06/movies-chocolate-shop-and-encounter.html' title='Movies, Chocolate Shop and the Encounter with Bates'/><author><name>Hanni Sena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03241764140227155005</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://www.zwpatch.com/images/fun_scans/cookie_monster_large_face.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7211783.post-108849314900840481</id><published>2004-06-29T15:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-06-29T15:12:29.010+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Sandwhich day</title><content type='html'>Hello people. Saturday, which ended 20 minutes ago, was like a sandwich with really good bread, lettuce, onions, good cheese and then some old chicken or something that should have been thrown out months ago and tastes like rotten cat that makes you super sick, then some more of that really good bread. Let me break it down for you:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Bread&lt;/strong&gt; - I woke up around noon at my house and sung Happy Birthday to my neighbour.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Lettuce&lt;/strong&gt; - Brent came over and then he, Rosie, Andi, Jen and I took the train to to the Corso where we shopped till we dropped! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Onions&lt;/strong&gt; - I got a really cool square bowl and painted it pretty colors with a sun, moon, star and Saturn-y planet on the outside and line-y stripe-y things on the inside.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dead-cat Chicken - My mum calls on Brents phone to say she can't pick us up like she said she would cause my dad was at work. So a little later we get back on the corso to go home and Jen's mum picks everyone up and drops me at home. Brent calls to talk, try to get my mind off things, you know? Then he has to go. I try to call Chris but he doesn't answer. My mum arrives a few minutes later with nothing, really to tell us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bread - My mum decides to take us four kids out to a movie. But us being who we are, we can't decide on one. So Emily and Abbey went to go to see Harry Potter (again), and my mum and I go and see Raising Helen, which I really liked even though Jess said it was the worst movie ever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So there you have it, my sandwich day. That was some nasty chicken.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7211783-108849314900840481?l=hannisena.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7211783/posts/default/108849314900840481'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7211783/posts/default/108849314900840481'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hannisena.blogspot.com/2004/06/sandwhich-day.html' title='The Sandwhich day'/><author><name>Hanni Sena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03241764140227155005</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://www.zwpatch.com/images/fun_scans/cookie_monster_large_face.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7211783.post-108849223044984770</id><published>2004-06-29T14:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-06-29T14:57:10.450+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>whats betta? a lie that draws a smile or the truth that draws a tear?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7211783-108849223044984770?l=hannisena.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7211783/posts/default/108849223044984770'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7211783/posts/default/108849223044984770'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hannisena.blogspot.com/2004/06/whats-betta-lie-that-draws-smile-or.html' title=''/><author><name>Hanni Sena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03241764140227155005</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://www.zwpatch.com/images/fun_scans/cookie_monster_large_face.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7211783.post-108849121924573611</id><published>2004-06-29T14:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-06-29T14:40:19.246+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Close call with the Pizza Delivery</title><content type='html'>BLogging on here,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today was another good day. I went to Beth's and Kc came to. We bummed around the whole day doing nothing. At lunch we decided to order pizza from Pizza Hut so Beth got out this Pizza Hut broshure on the prices, which was suppose to be recent (ahem). So we ordered 2 pizzas (cause we had a bog off deal) but anyway we ordered to Pizza's thinking they were $15 (ahem) but turned out to be $17.20. Then Casey randomly said "What is Mrs Docker (it's Sue Casey!!) came home when the Pizza boy was arriving!!!" That exactly happened. Kc jinxed it....this motorbike was coming into the driveway and then Sue over took it and randomly didnt notice it was there. We were like o shit and then it randomly disappeared..which was actually quite scary!!And then Sue came in during her lunch break to do the washing and we tried to help her but she wouldn't let us :)Then we were scared the Pizza dude was goin 2 come when she was there and we were like avoiding her. Then she finally left and we waited. THe pizza guy didnt come 4 ages so we rang up and this spastic lady answered as was no help wat so eva and she had like a pysco at me over the phone. So i hung up. We waited and then finally he arrived. i hoped he was hot but he was like 60!!! We gave him the money and it was like spastic and we forgot to give him the voucher..whoops..o well his loss! We ate 5 pieces and i was so full....a record for me i must say! And then we went to Glenrose to meet Luke (my first time seeing him in person). We talked and then Casey and i left! I bet you kc is still sitting outside her house..waitin!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blogging off,&lt;br /&gt;Hanni &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7211783-108849121924573611?l=hannisena.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7211783/posts/default/108849121924573611'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7211783/posts/default/108849121924573611'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hannisena.blogspot.com/2004/06/close-call-with-pizza-delivery.html' title='Close call with the Pizza Delivery'/><author><name>Hanni Sena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03241764140227155005</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://www.zwpatch.com/images/fun_scans/cookie_monster_large_face.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7211783.post-108840747835817505</id><published>2004-06-28T15:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-06-28T15:24:38.356+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Last lesson with Melissa NSC!</title><content type='html'>Well well well...Melissa NSC was back yet again this friday after a disappointing loss of not seeing her the week before. Anyway, this week she was in a really bad mood (probably some freako guy dropped her and barred her). She had a psyco at all of us cause we couldnt do a thigh stand with out rolling on the ground in fits of laughter...this didnt amuse her at all. We resorted 2 making really good combacks: MelissaNSC said "You must not TALK or LAUGH during a stunt except for me" and i said.. "But you were in the stunt". She is such a freak. THen she yelled at Bec for not being a good Third and holding Jess's waste. She then talked in this freako language and i said "I didnt know you could speak spanish". THen she got even more angry and kept looking at us like we were stupid retards. She is the retard. I then had the courage to ask her to sign "ANnie's and Beth's end of term eggplant". She wrote:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Cheer hard or go home Coach Mel"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I mean hello any1 could think of something better to say than that! She is such a spastic freak. THough our 7 weeks with her were a blast and she was such a crap coah! I mean i could even do better. Then Lucy Hau this really freako Yr 10 who wears a spastic maroon headband on her forhead &lt;br /&gt;(i mean hu does that). Anyway she had a convo with Melissa NSC (traitor)and asks for her crappo website which is like so totally demented its not worth being on the web. I was thinking of getting her a present cause it was our last lesson..but i forgot! Then we saw this really kewl DVD at HMV 2day but so couldnt get it cause it was MA. It was bout this guy who was a cheerleader ...See my theory is that MelissaNSC is really a man...and is just hiding what she really looks like and wearin an asian mask..and she works at the fruitmarket. Also on Friday Sarah thought that this freako feminine guy who looked like the hunchback of Nortredame was MelissaNSC boyfriends. We were literally rolling on the ground in fits of laughter and then we asked her 2 do a cheer at the end of the lesson and she yet again  did this freko 1 like "shove that ball, shove it!"and did these freko moves! she yet again did the force elite, red white and blue 1 which was so funni cause Bates was watchin and he was like ok..some1 is a FREAK! Well that ended a chapter in our life of cheerleading and the hillarious MelissaNSC but hopefully we will b seein more of her at Homebush when we join the Sydney Extreme Allstars!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It goes!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blogging off, &lt;br /&gt;Hanni&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7211783-108840747835817505?l=hannisena.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7211783/posts/default/108840747835817505'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7211783/posts/default/108840747835817505'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hannisena.blogspot.com/2004/06/last-lesson-with-melissa-nsc.html' title='Last lesson with Melissa NSC!'/><author><name>Hanni Sena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03241764140227155005</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://www.zwpatch.com/images/fun_scans/cookie_monster_large_face.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7211783.post-108831336411986630</id><published>2004-06-27T13:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-06-27T13:16:04.120+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Another Proverb</title><content type='html'>Blogging on here,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got another Proverb: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Early to bed, early to rise gives that man a small penis size!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;or&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Early to bed, early to rise makes a man healthy, wealthy and wise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7211783-108831336411986630?l=hannisena.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7211783/posts/default/108831336411986630'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7211783/posts/default/108831336411986630'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hannisena.blogspot.com/2004/06/another-proverb.html' title='Another Proverb'/><author><name>Hanni Sena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03241764140227155005</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://www.zwpatch.com/images/fun_scans/cookie_monster_large_face.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7211783.post-108831316432245581</id><published>2004-06-27T13:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-06-27T13:12:44.323+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Lazy Test</title><content type='html'>&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://community.sparknotes.com/lazy/"&gt;Click here to take the Lazy Test&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7211783-108831316432245581?l=hannisena.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7211783/posts/default/108831316432245581'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7211783/posts/default/108831316432245581'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hannisena.blogspot.com/2004/06/lazy-test.html' title='The Lazy Test'/><author><name>Hanni Sena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03241764140227155005</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://www.zwpatch.com/images/fun_scans/cookie_monster_large_face.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7211783.post-108830674075701629</id><published>2004-06-27T11:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-06-27T11:29:54.713+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bubbe's Day Out, premieres September 11th!</title><content type='html'>Bubbe's day out is the sequal to the hillarious comedy 'Baby's Day Out'. It stars to new actresses Casey B. Hinde and Bubbe Darvey. THey play two Bubbe's who go into the world looking for adventure. Bubbe (Darvey) manages to escape and meets a friedly and chubby baby called Gus (Hinde) who befriend each other and have the best day of their life. They frolock together on the beach, eat ice-cream together and Bubbe manages to save Gus from drowning in a rip! Though their day is spoilt by their evil nanny, Simba who hunts around trying to find them, and they only escape by centimentres every time. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bubbe's day out is brought to you by Spastic Enterprises and directed by Hanni Sena. You won't want to miss this feel good tale of 2 friends just wanting to party! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The fun begins September 11th!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://hoyts.ninemsn.com.au/"&gt;click here&lt;/a&gt; to book your tickets now!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/14/1087/50/j0262216.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:2px solid #000000; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/14/1087/400/j0262216.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7211783-108830674075701629?l=hannisena.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7211783/posts/default/108830674075701629'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7211783/posts/default/108830674075701629'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hannisena.blogspot.com/2004/06/bubbes-day-out-premieres-september.html' title='Bubbe&apos;s Day Out, premieres September 11th!'/><author><name>Hanni Sena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03241764140227155005</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://www.zwpatch.com/images/fun_scans/cookie_monster_large_face.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7211783.post-108829962225590197</id><published>2004-06-27T09:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-06-27T09:28:19.376+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Blah!</title><content type='html'>I am SO sick of two things:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-1-&lt;br /&gt;My mother. She is evil incarnate. No I'm not being a angst teen saying a hate the world, cos I don't, I love the world and my friends but I hate my mother. I say that in a literal way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-2-&lt;br /&gt;My body. I am sick to death of being a big fat blob who cant stop eating. I used to have so most bangin' body around.  Now I'm just any over eating blob:My plan is to go healthy from tomorrow&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in the middle of finding a tonne of cliques&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7211783-108829962225590197?l=hannisena.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7211783/posts/default/108829962225590197'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7211783/posts/default/108829962225590197'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hannisena.blogspot.com/2004/06/blah.html' title='Blah!'/><author><name>Hanni Sena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03241764140227155005</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://www.zwpatch.com/images/fun_scans/cookie_monster_large_face.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7211783.post-108829588236845996</id><published>2004-06-27T08:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-06-27T08:26:53.343+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Yipee&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href='http://www.deephousepage.com/ubb/graemlins/OLA.gif'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:2px solid #000000; margin:2px' src='http://www.deephousepage.com/ubb/graemlins/OLA.gif'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7211783-108829588236845996?l=hannisena.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7211783/posts/default/108829588236845996'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7211783/posts/default/108829588236845996'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hannisena.blogspot.com/2004/06/yipee.html' title=''/><author><name>Hanni Sena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03241764140227155005</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://www.zwpatch.com/images/fun_scans/cookie_monster_large_face.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7211783.post-108829480311757292</id><published>2004-06-27T07:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-06-27T08:06:43.116+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hanni the Waitress!</title><content type='html'>Blogging on here,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night i was employed at a 50th Birthday party to do some waitressing for the caiterer's. The night started off with me having an encounter with Feno which was weird and awkward but meh he was doing the drinks cause he is older and i was doing the food with one of my friends. The Caiterer's reminded me of Simba because..they had a bad case of PMS and when i asked her a simple question she would start having a psyco at me. What a retard! I took about 10 platters in the first hour filled with Salmon shit (remembering i am a Safoodterian), Oysters, Oyster shots, Peeking Duck, Carrot Balls (aka sweet potato), Goat cheese pancakes (baaaaabaa)and some mushy rice shit. She gave us these platter than were made out of literally cement and we went round offering this shit food to drunks and this creepy guy that just wanted Oysters!!! THey were scary it was like a big bash and everybody wouldn't stop eating..and me being a safoodterian would not eat any of that stufff...uterally foul! So when my sis's ex..came back with empty KFC boxes i couldn't help but growl and lick the packet...that's how desperate i was. The stupid Cateriers ordered me back to get more food and i nearly ran into Feno...(boy does he need a shave)...anyway, we went outside to put the oyster shells in the garbage and found that creepy guy wanting more Oysters jumping on the trampoline, he is a psyco and then Cateriers got pissy so we had to go back inside. OMG..the scary thing was about the female chef was her name was Leah...i stood there cacking at her badge for like 10 mins and she gave me this evil gressy and said what's so funny! I'm like geez PMS freak..or should i say SIMBA shut the fruitcake up! Gosh i was scared when i saw that name tag it nearly caused me to have a near death heart attack! OMG it was so funny! But gosh these people could eat especially the drunks...by the end of the night i was able to score 250 feet of party string (sprayed mostly on Leah), 3 balloons and $30 bucks for 2.5hrs of waitressing! Not bad for a nights work...except Leah nearly ran over my dad when she was leaving she had this little box white car (like the one of Just Married but white) and she was such a freaky and so unhygenic! Freak FREak FREAK FREAK...LEAH!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blogging off,&lt;br /&gt;Hanni &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7211783-108829480311757292?l=hannisena.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7211783/posts/default/108829480311757292'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7211783/posts/default/108829480311757292'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hannisena.blogspot.com/2004/06/hanni-waitress.html' title='Hanni the Waitress!'/><author><name>Hanni Sena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03241764140227155005</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://www.zwpatch.com/images/fun_scans/cookie_monster_large_face.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7211783.post-108807534602190083</id><published>2004-06-24T19:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-06-24T19:09:06.020+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>This is the depressing 'side show' suppose to bring people to Cooma..i some how doubt it will!&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href='http://www.hello.com/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbh.gif' alt='Posted by Hello' border='0' style='border:0px;padding:0px;background:transparent;' align='absmiddle'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/14/1087/50/llama2.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' class='phostImg' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/14/1087/400/llama2.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7211783-108807534602190083?l=hannisena.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7211783/posts/default/108807534602190083'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7211783/posts/default/108807534602190083'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hannisena.blogspot.com/2004/06/this-is-depressing-side-show-suppose.html' title=''/><author><name>Hanni Sena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03241764140227155005</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://www.zwpatch.com/images/fun_scans/cookie_monster_large_face.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7211783.post-108796743559669173</id><published>2004-06-23T13:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-06-23T13:10:35.596+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Doing Research for 'your own interest'.</title><content type='html'>Blogging on here,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just had a disfunction with the computer (grrr pressing the delete key grrr). Anyway..the WHOLE point in researching 'holes' was meerly for their own interest she then told us cause we were finished we were able to do a geographical crossword. WHo in their right mind would? Mr CASH is coming ....Oh o he is so HOT HOT HOT HOT buTCH Lauren has disrupted my blogging can i now continue!!!! O well. Mr Cash is so butch....he comes from a cow paddock in the Butchery!  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;During Chrisitan studies we had to make up our own Proverbs some of my dumb ones included:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Schools like a brick, it's hard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Victim has what a bully wants&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;True love is a joining of two souls&lt;br /&gt;while bad love only brings heartache&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Drive Carefully we have two cementeries and only one hospital&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who wants to marry a hobo? 25 women looking for love one guy we promised a sandwhich! The fun begins this fall on abc...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God you are my shepard and i am your sheep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SOrry Huge is coming and Mr Cash too, WHAT"S THE WORLD COMING TO?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blogging off,&lt;br /&gt;Hanni&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7211783-108796743559669173?l=hannisena.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7211783/posts/default/108796743559669173'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7211783/posts/default/108796743559669173'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hannisena.blogspot.com/2004/06/doing-research-for-your-own-interest.html' title='Doing Research for &apos;your own interest&apos;.'/><author><name>Hanni Sena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03241764140227155005</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://www.zwpatch.com/images/fun_scans/cookie_monster_large_face.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7211783.post-108796637968208052</id><published>2004-06-23T12:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-06-23T12:52:59.683+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mrs Huge and researching Holes!</title><content type='html'>Blogging on here,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hi i am in  the library probably being watching by the "Big Brother" librarians but o well. We are suppose to be researching 'holes' but who could be bothered???? Oh o Mrs Huge is coming brb! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back, she is like really sweet. Before geography we had Chrisitan Studies and Smart had a psyco at us for reading the Song of Songs in the bible! O well! We were just 'interested'! O well... Today was an interesting day i firstly had lack of sleep (becoming an insomniac like Luke) because i sat up with a torch doing my CHrisitan Studies homework. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blogging off,&lt;br /&gt;Hanni &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7211783-108796637968208052?l=hannisena.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7211783/posts/default/108796637968208052'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7211783/posts/default/108796637968208052'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hannisena.blogspot.com/2004/06/mrs-huge-and-researching-holes.html' title='Mrs Huge and researching Holes!'/><author><name>Hanni Sena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03241764140227155005</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://www.zwpatch.com/images/fun_scans/cookie_monster_large_face.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7211783.post-108780631248528264</id><published>2004-06-21T16:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-06-21T16:25:12.486+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Trip to Canberra!</title><content type='html'>Blogging on here,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well on the weekend i went to Canberra for a swimming meet. We stayed in this shotting hotel which looked like a prostitute lodge! We got to our cabins and they were freezing cold. The beds vibrated and were cold as well! We resorted to turning on the oven which worked well! We looked in the car and it said 1 degree! There was ice all over the car window and was frozen solid! We made our way to dinner where we ate pink chicken and beef, retarted potatoes and deformed beans. We had to resort to eating food from the vending machine and hot chocolate! The boys had their own cabin and the girls had one. We chucked bark at their windows and tried to break into their cabin with my earing which had no success. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THe next morning we had purple bacon and mushy egg with cold toast! Boy was that interesting we ended up having a scrambled egg food fight! We went to the swim centre where i had to wear my sisters swimming costume and go down the water slide with it riding up my anus, NOT PLEASANT. Anyway we had finished and we left back to Sydney!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blogging off,&lt;br /&gt;Hanni&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7211783-108780631248528264?l=hannisena.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7211783/posts/default/108780631248528264'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7211783/posts/default/108780631248528264'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hannisena.blogspot.com/2004/06/trip-to-canberra.html' title='Trip to Canberra!'/><author><name>Hanni Sena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03241764140227155005</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://www.zwpatch.com/images/fun_scans/cookie_monster_large_face.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7211783.post-108745511852989914</id><published>2004-06-17T14:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-06-17T14:51:58.530+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Guess who it is? NERD ALERT!&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href='http://www.hello.com/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbh.gif' alt='Posted by Hello' border='0' style='border:0px;padding:0px;background:transparent;' align='absmiddle'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/14/1087/50/clarebear.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' class='phostImg' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/14/1087/400/clarebear.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7211783-108745511852989914?l=hannisena.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7211783/posts/default/108745511852989914'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7211783/posts/default/108745511852989914'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hannisena.blogspot.com/2004/06/guess-who-it-is-nerd-alert.html' title=''/><author><name>Hanni Sena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03241764140227155005</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://www.zwpatch.com/images/fun_scans/cookie_monster_large_face.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7211783.post-108745199979687879</id><published>2004-06-17T13:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-06-17T13:59:59.796+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Strangulated Testicles</title><content type='html'>Blogging on here,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If was during PD this morning that we seemed to be getting off the topic of child birth, wombs and sperm. Though it was all Mrs Irwin's fault as she had gone on to talk about the story of her friends friends son who at birth males have their 'testes' up inside of them and then when they are old are enough they are pulled down into position in the 'sack'. Then she went on to talk about a rare testicle form of "Strangulated Testicles", Taylor said she new a person who had this and it had occured during swimming and at knotted when kicking and swimming. A sudden thought poped into my head that this could happen to any of the guys at my swim centre, especially Speedo Joel! OMG i could not live with that happening..it would be an embarassment to the underworld down 'there' in the cave of his Speedo's...&lt;br /&gt;then maybe someone would figure that swimming is a dangerous sport and should be only attempted by professial i.e Muah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well that's the word from the street!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blogging off,&lt;br /&gt;Hanni&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7211783-108745199979687879?l=hannisena.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7211783/posts/default/108745199979687879'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7211783/posts/default/108745199979687879'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hannisena.blogspot.com/2004/06/strangulated-testicles.html' title='Strangulated Testicles'/><author><name>Hanni Sena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03241764140227155005</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://www.zwpatch.com/images/fun_scans/cookie_monster_large_face.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7211783.post-108738116025792291</id><published>2004-06-16T18:17:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2004-06-16T18:19:20.256+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Yet again another one liner</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.coxar.pwp.blueyonder.co.uk/"&gt;Click here&lt;/a&gt; to see the official this page cannot be displayed but has been altered to suit any John Howard or Osma Bin Laden!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7211783-108738116025792291?l=hannisena.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7211783/posts/default/108738116025792291'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7211783/posts/default/108738116025792291'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hannisena.blogspot.com/2004/06/yet-again-another-one-liner.html' title='Yet again another one liner'/><author><name>Hanni Sena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03241764140227155005</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://www.zwpatch.com/images/fun_scans/cookie_monster_large_face.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7211783.post-108737478237945785</id><published>2004-06-16T16:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-06-16T16:33:02.380+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The one liner...likely to attract more comments!</title><content type='html'>go to this page &lt;a href="http://www.thispagecannotbedisplayed.com "&gt;This page cannot be displayed&lt;/a&gt; and read it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7211783-108737478237945785?l=hannisena.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7211783/posts/default/108737478237945785'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7211783/posts/default/108737478237945785'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hannisena.blogspot.com/2004/06/one-linerlikely-to-attract-more.html' title='The one liner...likely to attract more comments!'/><author><name>Hanni Sena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03241764140227155005</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://www.zwpatch.com/images/fun_scans/cookie_monster_large_face.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7211783.post-108737446893487198</id><published>2004-06-16T16:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-06-16T16:27:55.953+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The diary that must never end</title><content type='html'>I am afraid you must have hit the wrong page. this is an error. &lt;br /&gt;warning: you have 15 seconds before your chair will implode. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But apart from that this is the diary of one Hannah [abiding in the Southern galaxy- i mean hemisphere] that lives on an isle of sheep otherwise it's Sydney. But screw it I like the isle of sheep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blah, I hope this thing works... May it be the first diary that I manage to continue more than a month.&lt;br /&gt;*blesses everyone*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yes my children, I am a rampant athiest.&lt;br /&gt;bwahahah! well agnostic actually *smug look*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Got that? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blogging off,&lt;br /&gt;Hanni&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7211783-108737446893487198?l=hannisena.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7211783/posts/default/108737446893487198'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7211783/posts/default/108737446893487198'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hannisena.blogspot.com/2004/06/diary-that-must-never-end.html' title='The diary that must never end'/><author><name>Hanni Sena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03241764140227155005</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://www.zwpatch.com/images/fun_scans/cookie_monster_large_face.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7211783.post-108737220290925315</id><published>2004-06-16T15:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-06-16T15:57:59.450+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Lonely, lust and legs!</title><content type='html'>Blogging on here,&lt;br /&gt;Where to start today is one of the days where you can't help but miss the one and only Casey B. Hinde. The day started off with Maths, i sat there plotting to exploit Casey in someway that maths lesson. 10 mins went by and i thought maybe Big Ted is just running late. 15 mins went by and i couldn't help thinking she had somehow got her dad to mislead him to taking her to the city and they were stuck in traffic under the bridge. 20 mins went by and i thought a bee might of attacked her and she was rushed to hospital. 1/2 hour went by and i believed she had been mugged on the way to school and captured by Buffalo Bob (Silence of the Lambs) and had been stuck in the well. I sat dreaming while Mrs Wilson continued to babble about Surd blah, blah, blah. I couldn't help but feel lonely, as Casey presence was missing. I knew by now she was either at the ortho or sick. So i went about my business and actually managed to do work without Casey distracting me or asking me how i do it. It sure was a &lt;strong&gt;lonely&lt;/strong&gt; mass lesson.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In English we continued to study the 'famous' balcony scene from Shakespeare's play Romeo and Juliet. As usual Ali Patrick started us off in one of those famous English debates were all the intellectuals in our class were debating over 'Was Romeo and Juliet's love for each other real or i will put it plainly. "a one night stand". Being not a smart one, i had not yet decided to side with. As i agreed with some of Kiera's points and some of Beth's. I am still yet to decide. Although Romeo seems genuine and will do anything to win Juliets heart, there is a part of me that thinks that it seems out of the blue, getting married a day after you've met, even though you have yet to get to know the person well enough to be with them forever. Though love does crazy things, and once you are in love everything else doesn't matter to you. Anyway, my points don't matter cause i am intellectually challenged and i don't really believe in that hocus pocus anyway. I have set the question to you my friends:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Is Romeo really in love with Juliet, or if i put it blandly just a one night stand".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Is Romeo and Juliet's love real or is it just &lt;strong&gt;lust &lt;/strong&gt;and infactuation".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally, Geograpghy is my favourite part of the day it was such a bludge. Mrs Huge is as bland as a pencil (WOW beth see that i used a simile). Anyway, she set us some random thing in the book to do with percentages. Me and Beth thought we would be SMART and get started while she was blabbering on. The fact was as soon as we had finished half the sheet she put up on the overhead the answers, already done for us!!!!! and we had got it all wrong! We had to cover it up with a piece of paper. It looked really shotty! Then she announced High Distinctions and Distinction winners of the UNINSW Geograpghy competition where me!!! managed to get a High Distinction. Then Beth decided to get my glue and write GEO FREAK all over my &lt;strong&gt;legs&lt;/strong&gt;! and then on my hand! I hate geo! and Mrs Huge! and especially getting an award at assembly FOR geograpghy! How embarassing! I never am going to live this down!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blogging Off,&lt;br /&gt;Hanni &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7211783-108737220290925315?l=hannisena.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7211783/posts/default/108737220290925315'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7211783/posts/default/108737220290925315'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hannisena.blogspot.com/2004/06/lonely-lust-and-legs.html' title='Lonely, lust and legs!'/><author><name>Hanni Sena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03241764140227155005</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://www.zwpatch.com/images/fun_scans/cookie_monster_large_face.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7211783.post-108729827641451452</id><published>2004-06-15T19:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-06-15T19:18:40.250+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Blogging in Civics History</title><content type='html'>Blogging on here,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's Tuesday arvo in Period 6 and i am sitting here in the library blogging! Civics is so boring. Krob and Gupta have made a blog yay! Well anyway. Ms Mitchell and the librarian are looking at me strangly and i am looking suspcisous. O well! The tub of lard won't get to my computer fast enough to find out what i am really doing, rather than looking at boring conscription. Ms Mitchell (teachers name) i wonder what she is really up to on the computer all i know for sure is she can't type for bananas!! &lt;br /&gt;I wonder what she is doing, i am really curious!!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ummm,mmm. Guys i sorry haven't blogged for a while, i've been to busy! I sure you are all disappointed, *sigh*. Tomorrow is dance tryouts! I am so excited. Camp powerpoint today was so s***. Scuse my french. The music didn't work *sob*. Christian Studies tomorrow, sigh. We always seem to manage to have a whole lesson we never miss out. It's not the work more the teacher. I mean if she eased off a bit and i withdrew fat from  the 'blob' and deposited in Smarty then maybe something would be different. But she will never change. *Sigh*. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maths, Science and Commerce homework, *sigh*. The day is nearly over!!! So excited! Go home bum around, eat kripse kremes and aim to blog at least 4 posts before tomorrow, but i'm not promissing anything! O well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Luke, i got your long johns. I might have to sterilize them before i iron on the Speedo Joel logo. but i like what i see *wink*. I can't believe you have to wear those!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I betta go the *blob* is making her way over and i think she might be OMG OMG OMG she is coming HELP HElp she is about to stab me with her butcher knife, which she used for her steak sandwhich at lunch Help &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7211783-108729827641451452?l=hannisena.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7211783/posts/default/108729827641451452'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7211783/posts/default/108729827641451452'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hannisena.blogspot.com/2004/06/blogging-in-civics-history.html' title='Blogging in Civics History'/><author><name>Hanni Sena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03241764140227155005</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://www.zwpatch.com/images/fun_scans/cookie_monster_large_face.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7211783.post-108702538042816631</id><published>2004-06-12T15:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-06-12T15:29:40.426+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Speedo Joel T-Shirts should start up next week!</title><content type='html'>Hey Guys,&lt;br /&gt;Blogging on here if you would like to purchase any of the Speedo Joel Merchandise including:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.arbeitskleidung.de/unterwaesche/images/products/26012-26052-kl.jpg"&gt;Long Johns&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.iamsad.co.uk/images/shirts/plain_white.jpg"&gt;T-Shirts&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.sedistribution.com/product_images/big_images/recordbrkry.jpg"&gt;Swimmers&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://eracingoutlet.com/images/products/beanie.jpg"&gt;Speedy Beanies&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you are interested in purchasing any of the items with the Speedo Joel logo on it and phrase of your choice. Please contact Beth or Hannah either at school or at Church. Order now, stock will go quick!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blogging off,&lt;br /&gt;Hanni&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7211783-108702538042816631?l=hannisena.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7211783/posts/default/108702538042816631'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7211783/posts/default/108702538042816631'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hannisena.blogspot.com/2004/06/speedo-joel-t-shirts-should-start-up.html' title='Speedo Joel T-Shirts should start up next week!'/><author><name>Hanni Sena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03241764140227155005</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://www.zwpatch.com/images/fun_scans/cookie_monster_large_face.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7211783.post-108702360572176061</id><published>2004-06-12T14:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-06-12T15:18:31.616+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Melissa NSC Update!</title><content type='html'>Blogging on here,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Friday we had elective sport with MelissaNSC, yet again. She came at lunch with a grey sweat jacket and trackpants, the top clearly stated, 'cheerleader', ok Melissa you don't have to remind us that you think you 'are a cheerleading coach'...face reality you are a nobody, trying to be a cheerleader...WANNABE! Anyway. We started off by 'playing games', but they weren't much of a game because they sucked. We played this really demented one that if you dropped the ball you had to do 10 'jump in the sacks'...also known as 'jumping jacks'. We attempted to play the game but then we just ran around madly. She got pissed so we played another yet boring game were we stood in 2 lines and bounced a ball up and down the lines. We yet again failed to participate..Melissa started to get agitated and told us we were going to do an extra long warm up because we were 'so bad at games'. If she would at least make the games fun then maybe we would actually play properly. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;she then asked us to stand in a line. She said put you hand up if you can do a somersault. Typical unco people in our group couldn't even attempt a forward roll..which is unbelievably sad! Though Beth and I managed to get the role of a cartwheeler. This was now our 'new bit'..&lt;br /&gt;We then repeatedly went through the same 8 count sequence of the dance until it was sharp and correct. She made us turn our head twenty times until i didn't even have the strength to move anything. Yet again we did the arms seperate to the legs. Bounce on 2 and 4. OMG we are not that stupid. We praticed this whole 8 counts in a matter of an 1hr. Quite depressing. we then learnt what Melissa called a 'really' cool bit. Which consisted of alternate lines bobbing on different counts....EVEN MORE SAD. So that was cheerleading on Friday!!!! More updates next week! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For more information on MelissaNSC feel free to visit her website at &lt;a href="http://www.icheer.com.au"&gt;icheer.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blogging off,&lt;br /&gt;Hanni&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7211783-108702360572176061?l=hannisena.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7211783/posts/default/108702360572176061'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7211783/posts/default/108702360572176061'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hannisena.blogspot.com/2004/06/melissa-nsc-update.html' title='Melissa NSC Update!'/><author><name>Hanni Sena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03241764140227155005</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://www.zwpatch.com/images/fun_scans/cookie_monster_large_face.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7211783.post-108677259145902834</id><published>2004-06-09T17:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-06-09T17:27:22.510+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Power of Human Stupidity</title><content type='html'>In case you needed further proof that the human race is doomed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;through stupidity, here are some actual label instructions on consumer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;goods that can be found today being sold in stores nationwide:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;On Breville hairdryer: &lt;br /&gt;"Do not use while sleeping."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On some McCain frozen dinners:&lt;br /&gt;"Serving suggestions: Defrost."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Betty Croker Pudding:&lt;br /&gt;"Product will be hot after heating."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On packaging for a Breville iron:&lt;br /&gt;"Do not iron clothes on body."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Nytol Sleep Aid:&lt;br /&gt;"Warning: May cause drowsiness."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a child's Superman costume:&lt;br /&gt;"Wearing of this garment does not enable you to fly."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See? You can never underestimate the power of Human Stupidity. Casey i advise you read the Superman comment...hmmmm and maybe Clare as well. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blogging off,&lt;br /&gt;Hanni&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. I have to use this big space because it refuses to go away so i must fill up the big space! OMG guess what Feno has just accepted to come to the Yr 10 formal with me. Speedo Joel don't be two disappointed...i will shed a tear for you. Stupid space must be filled up. OMG thursday tomorrow..sigh. i thought it was Friday. More updates on MelissaNSC on Friday after Cheerleading hit it! I have another cheer to give to you. HIT IT!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Green and white (or your colors) Once again Come on now Yell Go- Fight- Win Go- Fight Win Yell it Go- Fight- Win.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another cheer that sounds powerful like MelissaNSC. The nerd from outer space, she came from the planet Nerdtron and has a thing with Bring it On dances and 'cheesy' cheerleading music..god that girls got no taste. Guys i forgotten what our personal joke was today? Could anyone recall what it was! &lt;br /&gt;WOW i have nearly filled up the space....so proud....so proud.&lt;br /&gt;Ok i see you soon! Ava good one! Bye Bye&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blogging Off,&lt;br /&gt;Hanni!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O no the space hasn't finished yet...DOH! Have to keep writing. Lalalalalala. Extreme Makeover is on soon and i gotta go and watch! See you later people. And yet again i see myself saying goodbye when the space has not yet been filled. Damm it! Casey i thought Chef KC was really funny and i might even put it as an extract on my blog Casey..so feel privilaged. I hope Casey you are taking good care of my pen, Gus. Have you changed it's Nappy yet. You better have...or you know the consequences. I gotta go and have my ice-cream but wait the space has yet to be filled. O well it will have to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blogging Off,&lt;br /&gt;Hanni- &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7211783-108677259145902834?l=hannisena.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7211783/posts/default/108677259145902834'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7211783/posts/default/108677259145902834'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hannisena.blogspot.com/2004/06/power-of-human-stupidity.html' title='The Power of Human Stupidity'/><author><name>Hanni Sena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03241764140227155005</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://www.zwpatch.com/images/fun_scans/cookie_monster_large_face.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7211783.post-108677194166843200</id><published>2004-06-09T17:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-06-09T17:06:11.526+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Do you have a dirty mind?&lt;br /&gt;Take a look at the picture first... &lt;br /&gt;So, what did you see?&lt;br /&gt;Now proceed and read below to find an explanation of what you really saw.&lt;br /&gt;I'm sure you will find this very interesting. &lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href='http://www.hello.com/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbh.gif' alt='Posted by Hello' border='0' style='border:0px;padding:0px;background:transparent;' align='absmiddle'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/14/1087/50/dirtymind.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' class='phostImg' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/14/1087/400/dirtymind.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Research has shown that young children cannot identify the intimate couple because they do not have prior memory associated with such scenario. What they will see are the nine dolphins. &lt;br /&gt;Additional note: This is a test to determine if you already have a corrupted mind. If it's hard for you to find the dolphins within 3 seconds, your mind is indeed corrupted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7211783-108677194166843200?l=hannisena.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7211783/posts/default/108677194166843200'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7211783/posts/default/108677194166843200'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hannisena.blogspot.com/2004/06/do-you-have-dirty-mind-take-look-at.html' title=''/><author><name>Hanni Sena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03241764140227155005</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://www.zwpatch.com/images/fun_scans/cookie_monster_large_face.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7211783.post-108667778456825263</id><published>2004-06-08T14:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-06-08T14:56:24.570+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/14/1087/640/staff1.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:1px solid #000000; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/14/1087/320/staff1.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the staff at Camp Somerset, if you find Simba..let me know!&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href='http://www.hello.com/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbh.gif' alt='Posted by Hello' border='0' style='border:0px;padding:0px;background:transparent;' align='absmiddle'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7211783-108667778456825263?l=hannisena.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7211783/posts/default/108667778456825263'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7211783/posts/default/108667778456825263'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hannisena.blogspot.com/2004/06/this-is-staff-at-camp-somerset-if-you.html' title=''/><author><name>Hanni Sena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03241764140227155005</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://www.zwpatch.com/images/fun_scans/cookie_monster_large_face.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7211783.post-108667868923626052</id><published>2004-06-08T14:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-06-08T19:08:43.543+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Simba!!!</title><content type='html'>Yr 9 Camp started off as a fun trip singing the Sultana Brain song and old classic such as the Backstreet Boys and Spice Girls. We got to Base Camp and sat there waiting for our leaders to be picked. Beth, Kc and I sat there anxiously knowing that fate would give us Leah (formal name) the pimple face, fat, slut bag Simba! She had the worst hair dye job going from blonde to red. She didn't wear a smile more a grumpy looking face. As the leaders were picked with groups there was only 2 groups left...... there was an awful long pause..."Group 5 Biddy..Group 6 Leah". My heart had dropped at a million miles and the smile was certainly gone from our faces. Our group and teachers didn't know what we were in for....o it was the longest 5 days of my life.. this was my hell with SIMBA!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Monday:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We started off by Packing and repacking our clothes into a rucksack... we all named our sleeping bags along with names like Gus, Mr Zcinni, Pinchy, Stifler, Rowhan etc. We though it would be fun if we named Simba's sleeping bag... we called it "Mufasa" and that's when we decided to call Leah, Simba. Simba went off to flirt with other guys while we were left to pack our bags. She then told us that we were going to go through the map that we were going to use on the 6hr hike the next day. Though, suprisingly no other groups had to finish and complete this sheet...THE WHOLE WEEK! She waited for silence as i continued to cack myself as she still waited for silence the other teachers continued to talk..you could see anger rising from in her face. She yelled at us and told us to get in the truck. We got to the campsite and we believed it looked like the Mutant crop field from Wrong Turn..the teachers couldn't stop cacking themselves and she Still continued to wait for silence.. i told her she looked like a mutant and she told me i looked like an mutant octapus with lots of legs... HOW SLACK. &lt;br /&gt;At dinner she continued her little overveiw of the day and the day to come. She told us during our cooking of dinner we weren't to step into the "Ring of Fire", although i saw her pass through at least 10 times... jeexz she contradicts herself!!! We knew and the teachers knew we were in for a long night!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tuesday&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Tuesday we were told by Simba, to get up Early by Simba she woke us up at 6:30 and we packed the tents up and ate breakfast and were ready to go by 8. Though the fact of the matter was that Simba wasn't ready til 10:30 and we had another "Debreif" before we set off. Although i haven't nothing much to comment on Simba's behaviour during the walk there was one moment there when she had a go at us when we didn't stop when she had to take a shit (dump) by the tree and we waited for another 10mins for her to do her turd.... We soldiered on til Simba the asthmatic had to stop and take a wiff of her puffer.. Beth and I dared each other to chuck sultanas at here and on her precious National Park.... so she could chuck a psyco and do the "angry face". We got to our next campsite...a first glimpse of other groups.. we waited...until Simba finally stopped flirting and fake laughing with Mr Mark. We got back to our camp site and set up tents. Soon after Simba could be heard yelling "Where's my pen!" She sent a messanger round the tent seeing who had her dearling beloved pen. It was her only pen and a special one at that. I heard the message and wondered up to the toilet with KC... she stopped me on the way back to ask if i had her pen.. i replied clearly with no interest..no. But then some1 had managed to tell Simba Beth had her pen. Beth was rumaging though her day pack while Sarah, Casey and I continued to howl with laughter in the other tent. Simba seemed now to be getting angry. She continuely asked passers.. "Do you know if Beth has found my pen?". Beth continued to look... we were crying with laughter... until Beth noticed something in her day pack. A hole big enough for her pen to fit through it was seen at the bottom of the pack. We couldn't stop laughing it was so funni...her pen out there in the wilderness. Beth decided to own up and tell her she had lost the pen. Simba paused and began to go through a very depressive and emotional state. She told us she needed space and we left her to woe over her favorite pen. Over dinner it was an unfortunate incident that left Simba physically abusing me. I acidently chucked sticks in her vegeterian 'meal' and she chucked them back at me covered in shit sauce. She debreifed us before we went to bed.. tomorrow was another day..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Wednesday&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today we were to experience the high ropes. We made our way over to the rope were Simba de breifed us on our to wear our equipment and etc. She brought up how i had ruined her meal the night before and she kicked my anus, talk about sexual harassment. She spent most of the time flirting with Ollie, a guy who was really sweet but had a really high pitched voice. We continued to go along the high ropes though Simba was paying much attention as she was more interested in Ollie's jokes. We then went canoeing where we had this really cool guy his name was Hans, though we refered to him as Pumba. He was a really cool guy and helped to enlighten our trip so far. Pumba was the canoe man. We got our lifejackets on and headed down to the lake. As soon as we got down there, stupid Simba had forgotten her ore! Jesus, who could be that stupid, she was too busy flirting with Pumba. The asthmatic made her slow journey back to the base camp to get an ore. Since teachers and leaders weren't aloud to go together, Simba don't get you hopes up. Unfortunately Kat was stuck with Simba, poor old Kat. We made the 9km to our next camp site when Pumba stayed the night, this enlightened Simba's attitudes a bit but not for long. Simba was surrounded by Guy's including some nature guy, Mr Mark, Mr Bean and Pumba. We ate dinner and yet again had another debreif and went to bed..only 2 days with Simba...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thursday&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thursday morning arrived and we had to go for another 6km canoe ride. Unfortunately Casey was stuck with Simba and there conversation consisted of: "Do you watch TV". "No". Awkward silence. Poor Casey. Then when we were doing a raft, i was holding on to her canoe and she was holding onto mine she yelled at me and said let go. She pushed off and did this scary hiss snake like thing back at me, talk about more harassment!!!We then decided the last 100m, under the bridge would be a race. Simba and Casey decided that they would not participate and continued to make it to shore. Simba's excuse was she needed to go to the toilet, typical! We knew we had to get into Pumba's jeep first so we bolted over there as fast as we could and many missed out, i felt for them. We then went in the jeeps to rock climbing where i suggested we run over Simba and Pumba said ok..we wish. We had a fun jeep ride whilst Simba's truck stopeed several times until she had silence. We arrived at the rock climbing place and Beth was talking to Pumba when out of the blue Simba comes nudges Beth out and starts her fake laugh and tries to continue the conversation, talk about try hard!! We made our way down the mountain and back to our campsite. Tonight was our last night. It was "Speedo Joel's" groups turn to clean up, though we didn't get far. I managed to wet all 5 tea towels and she forced us to blow the pot with our mouths OMG it never got dry. Blesso and Collins were on a high and were so in on our devious scam to exploit Simba. We mocked her and teased her!!! It was so funny. We were then invited to do night time flying fox with Mark. We were all lining up for a go and singing songs like the Barney Song, Gay Eskmo and meatball song. Simba was trying to be cool and sing with us. She was so funny to watch and didn't know the words. We finished the flying fox and journied back to camp. Another little pep talk and we were off to bed for our last night with Simba!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Friday:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OMG last day with Simba! Finally. We went back to base camp and had to do initiative games. We did this random number one and we gave up. Simba was so annoyed she was like: "It's been hell with you for the past week". Talk about typical Simba at it again. Just because we didn't want to play her stupid game. We then repacked our bags and i asked her a question : "Do you sleep in a bed or do you pitch a tent in you room". She had a sudden outburst of anger and said to me: "Cut the crap, Hannah". I was like Gez calm down, freakozoid. And then Casey found out she watched Buffy and she actually had a deep and meaniful convo with her.... Casey you traitor! Then we told Jess about Simba and i asked her to do her angry face and i took this really kewl photo of her doing this spastic face. We are going to send it into Rove. I then stole her walky talky and she made me go back for it stupid asthmatic. We finally had lunch. We got on the bus and never saw her again...never again, though she has appeared in my dreams. Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well that's Simba in a nutshell. The whole year knows about and the whole staff room know about her...geez it was some CAMP. Simba!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blogging off,&lt;br /&gt;Hanni&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7211783-108667868923626052?l=hannisena.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7211783/posts/default/108667868923626052'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7211783/posts/default/108667868923626052'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hannisena.blogspot.com/2004/06/simba_07.html' title='Simba!!!'/><author><name>Hanni Sena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03241764140227155005</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://www.zwpatch.com/images/fun_scans/cookie_monster_large_face.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7211783.post-108667742068795763</id><published>2004-06-08T14:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-06-08T14:52:12.946+08:00</updated><title type='text'>SIMBA</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/14/1087/640/Simba.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:1px solid #000000; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/14/1087/320/Simba.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Simba- our two faced, mole camp leader..she the 1 with asthma who is a freakish nerd leaning against the tree..grrr SimBA!&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href='http://www.hello.com/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbh.gif' alt='Posted by Hello' border='0' style='border:0px;padding:0px;background:transparent;' align='absmiddle'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7211783-108667742068795763?l=hannisena.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7211783/posts/default/108667742068795763'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7211783/posts/default/108667742068795763'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hannisena.blogspot.com/2004/06/simba.html' title='SIMBA'/><author><name>Hanni Sena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03241764140227155005</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://www.zwpatch.com/images/fun_scans/cookie_monster_large_face.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7211783.post-108667652092247655</id><published>2004-06-08T14:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-06-08T14:37:17.740+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bead and Darcy aka Adam and Eve</title><content type='html'>Blogging on here,&lt;br /&gt;Our art teacher has recently told us that she has 2 sons, one is &lt;strong&gt;Bead&lt;/strong&gt; who is in our grade and &lt;strong&gt;Darcy &lt;/strong&gt; who is 20. I am going to tell you how these to young fellows came into the world, these are their stories:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;The sun was shining, as bright as it could be. Two young baby boy's (and my i add naked baby boys) were sleeping high above the tree tops of God's heaven. This garden was made specially for Bead and Darcy...the fell to the soft grass were they sat after naked playing among the grass. They frolicked over to a tree that had the nicest fruit they had seen, they gazed up in amazement. God appeared from the sky and said:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"God has told you not to eat the fruit from this tree, for it is forbidden, though you can eat all the other fruit from every other tree except this one. You must not otherwise you will be rejected from the Kingdom of Jebus Crust!"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Darcy frolicked closer to the tree and saw 2 beady eyes starring in his direction, a body appeared and Darcy realised it was a snake, the snake said:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"God has told you not to eat the fruit from this tree, but just look at it, the apple were so shiny and you can see your reflection in them, common on Darcy, Jebus won't notice...just one bite...just one...."&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It disappeared into the bushes..&lt;br /&gt;Darcy looked at Bead and walked closer to the bush... he picked and apple before Bead had any say. Darcy took a bite.. and all of a sudden he was pulled into the cloud along with Bead.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10years later,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hi Mummy!!&lt;br /&gt;Look what i can spell R-O-C that spells Roc! isn't it? No it is R-O-C-K.. DOH! As you can see after Bead and Darcy were pulled into the clouds they were cursed with Down Syndrome and speech immedimants....&lt;br /&gt;Bead and Darcy and there Mummy will never be the same&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blogging off&lt;br /&gt;Hanni-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7211783-108667652092247655?l=hannisena.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7211783/posts/default/108667652092247655'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7211783/posts/default/108667652092247655'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hannisena.blogspot.com/2004/06/bead-and-darcy-aka-adam-and-eve.html' title='Bead and Darcy aka Adam and Eve'/><author><name>Hanni Sena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03241764140227155005</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://www.zwpatch.com/images/fun_scans/cookie_monster_large_face.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7211783.post-108660518491991302</id><published>2004-06-07T18:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-06-07T18:46:24.920+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Goodbye, Goodbye Good Friends Goodbye!</title><content type='html'>Blogging on here,&lt;br /&gt;Casey your brother is so totally drop dead gorgeous. Don't you see it? He is! Anyway.. i've had a good day but now it's time to go, tomorrow is another day...just another 17 days till school holiday's. I think i am getting taller!!! or maybe it's just cause life's so short! As bear in the big blue house would say:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Goodbye goodbye Good friends Goodbye&lt;br /&gt;For now it's time to goooooo&lt;br /&gt;Goodbye goodbye Good friends Goodbye&lt;br /&gt;For now it's time to goooooo&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nite nite&lt;br /&gt;Blogging Off,&lt;br /&gt;Hanni&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7211783-108660518491991302?l=hannisena.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7211783/posts/default/108660518491991302'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7211783/posts/default/108660518491991302'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hannisena.blogspot.com/2004/06/goodbye-goodbye-good-friends-goodbye.html' title='Goodbye, Goodbye Good Friends Goodbye!'/><author><name>Hanni Sena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03241764140227155005</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://www.zwpatch.com/images/fun_scans/cookie_monster_large_face.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7211783.post-108660431614267089</id><published>2004-06-07T18:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-06-07T18:31:56.143+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/14/1087/640/retarded.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:1px solid #000000; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/14/1087/320/retarded.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blogging on here, this is Ignition Theory! Where's Joel? Common look harder....&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href='http://www.hello.com/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbh.gif' alt='Posted by Hello' border='0' style='border:0px;padding:0px;background:transparent;' align='absmiddle'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7211783-108660431614267089?l=hannisena.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7211783/posts/default/108660431614267089'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7211783/posts/default/108660431614267089'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hannisena.blogspot.com/2004/06/blogging-on-here-this-is-ignition.html' title=''/><author><name>Hanni Sena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03241764140227155005</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://www.zwpatch.com/images/fun_scans/cookie_monster_large_face.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7211783.post-108660397701250519</id><published>2004-06-07T18:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-06-07T18:27:43.176+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bummin in 'down town New York'</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/14/1087/640/bumpic.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:1px solid #000000; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/14/1087/320/bumpic.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blogging on here, How kewl is this pic of Casey and her family in America with some Bum on the booze, I'm loving it, but one question Kc who is that hot guy stoned on the far left.. i want his number grrrr!&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href='http://www.hello.com/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbh.gif' alt='Posted by Hello' border='0' style='border:0px;padding:0px;background:transparent;' align='absmiddle'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7211783-108660397701250519?l=hannisena.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7211783/posts/default/108660397701250519'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7211783/posts/default/108660397701250519'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hannisena.blogspot.com/2004/06/bummin-in-down-town-new-york.html' title='Bummin in &apos;down town New York&apos;'/><author><name>Hanni Sena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03241764140227155005</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://www.zwpatch.com/images/fun_scans/cookie_monster_large_face.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7211783.post-108659975934280564</id><published>2004-06-07T17:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-06-07T18:29:10.670+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Chicks dig guys in Speedo's</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/14/1087/640/luke.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:1px solid #000000; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/14/1087/320/luke.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is another very sexy guy from my swim centre as you can see, not as hot as Speedo Joel!!!!&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href='http://www.hello.com/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbh.gif' alt='Posted by Hello' border='0' style='border:0px;padding:0px;background:transparent;' align='absmiddle'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7211783-108659975934280564?l=hannisena.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7211783/posts/default/108659975934280564'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7211783/posts/default/108659975934280564'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hannisena.blogspot.com/2004/06/chicks-dig-guys-in-speedos.html' title='Chicks dig guys in Speedo&apos;s'/><author><name>Hanni Sena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03241764140227155005</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://www.zwpatch.com/images/fun_scans/cookie_monster_large_face.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7211783.post-108659649651111222</id><published>2004-06-07T16:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-06-07T16:21:36.510+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I disown you BOOST!</title><content type='html'>On Sunday we were getting a Boost and we had these Bog off offers...buy 1 get one free types of offers. Since there was 3 of us,1 of us had 2 pay full price. We did scissors, paper, rock and Beth was the unlucky 1. She got 2 large boosts.. and &lt;strong&gt;I HAD TO CARRY IT!&lt;/strong&gt; My hands were numb and sore after about 5 minutes. We went into Valley girl and i got sick of holding it so i placed it behind a sign in Valley girl. This is the story of the abandomant of the Boost:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I sat there on top of the hangers of clothes looking for a new owner after i had been disowned by the other. I was a cool, sexy, slim boost, how could anyone not want me? I sat there minute after minute waiting for that one special person to claim me. People walked back and forth searching the clothes that could be the one. Not yet had i been taken, i wanted to be sucked, i wanted my guts, my insides to be sucked.. but wait! i see a hand, a very inviting hand, beckoning it to come with, i was FREE i was being carried away by the soft silking hand, but it had not yet sucked my insides, it had not yet done anything. I moved slowly and slowly towards the counter, but ventured lower than the counter into the darkness of the underworld. I was tossed away into a shoot, a plastic tube like thing, my insides tossed and turned, i was feeling like i was  about to hurl, the mango spurted out onto the surroundings.... my insides were gone forever without a trace..................&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blogging off&lt;br /&gt;Hanni&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7211783-108659649651111222?l=hannisena.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7211783/posts/default/108659649651111222'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7211783/posts/default/108659649651111222'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hannisena.blogspot.com/2004/06/i-disown-you-boost.html' title='I disown you BOOST!'/><author><name>Hanni Sena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03241764140227155005</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://www.zwpatch.com/images/fun_scans/cookie_monster_large_face.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7211783.post-108659535068461133</id><published>2004-06-07T16:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-06-07T16:02:30.683+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/14/1087/640/speedojoel.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:1px solid #000000; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/14/1087/320/speedojoel.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speedo Joel is hot to go &amp;nbsp;&lt;a href='http://www.hello.com/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbh.gif' alt='Posted by Hello' border='0' style='border:0px;padding:0px;background:transparent;' align='absmiddle'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7211783-108659535068461133?l=hannisena.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7211783/posts/default/108659535068461133'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7211783/posts/default/108659535068461133'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hannisena.blogspot.com/2004/06/speedo-joel-is-hot-to-go.html' title=''/><author><name>Hanni Sena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03241764140227155005</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://www.zwpatch.com/images/fun_scans/cookie_monster_large_face.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7211783.post-108659537537376275</id><published>2004-06-07T15:45:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2004-06-07T16:02:55.373+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Fish that ate my worm</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;MEN ARE LIKE TOILETS EITHER OCCUPIED OR FULL OF SHIT! &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blogging on here,&lt;br /&gt;This is poem about me (the worm)and  (the fish)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;On a beautiful day I sat out to fish &lt;br /&gt;With my tacklebox under my arm&lt;br /&gt;As soon as I dropped my pole in the water &lt;br /&gt;That fish had ate my worm&lt;br /&gt;I went to the cooler to chill my drinks&lt;br /&gt;Because I didn't want them to be warm&lt;br /&gt;And when I turned around and checked &lt;br /&gt;that fish had ate my worm&lt;br /&gt;On the way to the pond I got stuck in the fence&lt;br /&gt;And my pants appear to have been torn &lt;br /&gt;But to my surprised as I watched my pole &lt;br /&gt;That fish just ate my worm&lt;br /&gt;I was down to my last peace of bait&lt;br /&gt;and this caused some concern&lt;br /&gt;But as soon as my pole hit the water&lt;br /&gt;That fish just ate my worm&lt;br /&gt;So I grabbed my net to catch that fish&lt;br /&gt;It was a lesson he needed to learn&lt;br /&gt;But as I looked in the water &lt;br /&gt;That fish was starring at me &lt;br /&gt;And he was still eating my worm....&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7211783-108659537537376275?l=hannisena.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7211783/posts/default/108659537537376275'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7211783/posts/default/108659537537376275'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hannisena.blogspot.com/2004/06/fish-that-ate-my-worm.html' title='The Fish that ate my worm'/><author><name>Hanni Sena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03241764140227155005</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://www.zwpatch.com/images/fun_scans/cookie_monster_large_face.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7211783.post-108659410253847653</id><published>2004-06-07T15:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-06-07T15:41:42.540+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/14/1087/640/Melissa%20NSC.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:1px solid #000000; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/14/1087/320/Melissa%20NSC.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MelissaNSC! &amp;nbsp;&lt;a href='http://www.hello.com/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbh.gif' alt='Posted by Hello' border='0' style='border:0px;padding:0px;background:transparent;' align='absmiddle'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7211783-108659410253847653?l=hannisena.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7211783/posts/default/108659410253847653'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7211783/posts/default/108659410253847653'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hannisena.blogspot.com/2004/06/melissansc.html' title=''/><author><name>Hanni Sena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03241764140227155005</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://www.zwpatch.com/images/fun_scans/cookie_monster_large_face.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7211783.post-108656300539690739</id><published>2004-06-07T07:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-06-07T15:42:04.126+08:00</updated><title type='text'>MelissaNSC</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;Force (pause) Elite (pause) the best in the state, (pause) Red, black, and white (use team colors)(pause) first rate. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blogging on here,&lt;br /&gt;MelissaNSC is our cheerleading coach, as you can see Beth and i weren't expecting her as a coach, we were expecting a blonde bimbo or a nerd with a retainer. Instead we were stuck with Melissa, a vulumptous furious chick who thinks we can't count to 3! &lt;br /&gt;We arrived at the church anxious of her arrival but there she was with her bland navy blue trackpants and a baggy sweat shirt she flicked her dirty black hair and said HIT IT! OMG, no! We didn't no what we were in for.. thats when Beth discovered a picture that looked exactly like her on a website, with the exception of no glasses. Beth and i printed the picture off and in cheerleading placed it beside her CD Player..waiting for an outcome, half way through the class she said:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Ok Guys jokes over, you've done your research it is me..it is me (pause) Who's Beth, who's beth laughter could be heard in the background) Who is Beth? Are you Beth!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was so funny! More updates on MelissaNSC..next friday!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7211783-108656300539690739?l=hannisena.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7211783/posts/default/108656300539690739'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7211783/posts/default/108656300539690739'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hannisena.blogspot.com/2004/06/melissansc_06.html' title='MelissaNSC'/><author><name>Hanni Sena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03241764140227155005</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://www.zwpatch.com/images/fun_scans/cookie_monster_large_face.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7211783.post-108639177379164555</id><published>2004-06-05T07:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-06-05T07:29:33.790+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Gangstar - Hermi Kelso</title><content type='html'>Hey Guys check this out,&lt;br /&gt;Put your first pet's name and your first street you lived in together and your name makes a prostitute oder gangstar! My name is Hermi Kelso how kewl! You try it!&lt;br /&gt;Here are some kewl quotes that relate to my life, if you use these you'll b right!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheerleaders are happy, happiness sux Cheerleaders clap, they look like ducks. They think their all that and a bag o' chips! Well actually there a bunch o' dits!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If You Can't Amaze People With Your Intelligence.. Confuse them with your Bullshit &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i knew something was wrong when my imaginary friends wouldn't play with mee anymore &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friends are Like Condoms.... They protect you when things get hard &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you dig a guy with speedo's you'll never go wrong (Speedo Joel Rocks).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blogging off &lt;br /&gt;Hannah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7211783-108639177379164555?l=hannisena.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7211783/posts/default/108639177379164555'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7211783/posts/default/108639177379164555'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hannisena.blogspot.com/2004/06/gangstar-hermi-kelso.html' title='Gangstar - Hermi Kelso'/><author><name>Hanni Sena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03241764140227155005</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://www.zwpatch.com/images/fun_scans/cookie_monster_large_face.jpg'/></author></entry></feed>
