<?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-2576321010684819488</id><updated>2012-02-16T07:13:07.630-08:00</updated><title type='text'>lay all your love on me.</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sammimarie7.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2576321010684819488/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sammimarie7.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>sammi.marie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00446732777754012359</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>10</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2576321010684819488.post-8082081966822468408</id><published>2008-09-20T06:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-20T07:32:33.322-07:00</updated><title type='text'>a month.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;whoa. yeah its been like a month since i blog. haha. been to damn lazy to do it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;so last see. the last days of august. i guess they were okay. nothing much really happen.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;but september haha. it was good&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;the first week went by. had a suprise like little gathering for brandon's birthday. so i baked him browines and yeah we had fun.sorry for being so vague. my memory span is a bit fuzzy at the moment. maybe it's the lack of sleep and food. anyway continuing on.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;its is a month to go to the CONCERT. im soo stressed. i have this horrible nightmares. i'll list them for you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;- i am going to get on stage and forget my lines.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;- my make-up is going to run because i've been sweating because of the spotlight and i'm going to look like i've been crying.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;- i am going to sing the wrong song for that scene&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;and there are many more. so i wont bore you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;so this past weeks has been good.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;FRIENDS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;my friends had great moments, but there is really no point like mentioning them because it's like your had to be there kinda thing or you have to be in our group to get the joke. i think we should be medicated cause we come up with the wierdest and craziest shit ever. well that's is my friends and thats why i love them :]. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;FAMILY&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;family. everything has been good i guess. only one upset so far. because mum was pissed off when she found out i will not be taking my grade 2 exam this year. but i dont really care cause even my piano teacher said that the students to started around the same time as me arent doing their exams this year. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#663300;"&gt;GUYS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;well there are two guys that i love ( as a friends so dont freak out) and who i trust the most and always there for me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;well one of them, we will call him dan. well even thought there is like a age gap. we get along great. well he told me that last week i wont be seeing him when i go back. and i think the convo went something like this:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;sammi:&lt;/span&gt; why won't i be seeing you?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;dan:&lt;/span&gt; got better stuff to do.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;sammi:&lt;/span&gt; better stuff to do then hang out with your childhood friend?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;dan:&lt;/span&gt; yeah.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;sammi &lt;/span&gt;: dude. you know how upset i am now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;dan:&lt;/span&gt; sorry i didnt meant it like that. i just dont go to new years eve party and the outings we have with the whole gang. like we had when you were back here. anymore.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;sammi:&lt;/span&gt; so, we can still hang out. not just at news eve. we can just go just like the us and a couple more people.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;dan:&lt;/span&gt; i dont think you want to hang out with me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;and thats how the convo end. and he hasnt talked to me since. you know who you are. come online. i miss you dude!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;another sitution. also about a guy, we will call him marc. i havent spoken to him in 2 weeks. and i miss him.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;i miss our daily conversations on msn and just talking about everything. come online!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;i think this me staying in australia is not working out me man. i really feel like moving back to singapore. but i know i cant cope with the education process and i have to pick up chinese again!! i mean in p3 i got band 2 if i studied hard and had tution twice a week. the really reason is that i miss the BEST FRIEND SOO MUCH. and i feel like that every month that passes by, we are growing apart and that i going to lose her soon. also all my childhood friends i feel the same way. i want to go back NOWWW! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;so alex. 92 days :]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2576321010684819488-8082081966822468408?l=sammimarie7.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sammimarie7.blogspot.com/feeds/8082081966822468408/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2576321010684819488&amp;postID=8082081966822468408' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2576321010684819488/posts/default/8082081966822468408'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2576321010684819488/posts/default/8082081966822468408'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sammimarie7.blogspot.com/2008/09/month.html' title='a month.'/><author><name>sammi.marie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00446732777754012359</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2576321010684819488.post-1752327014765946911</id><published>2008-08-26T06:07:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-26T06:22:06.356-07:00</updated><title type='text'>converse :]</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#000000;"&gt;HAPPY HAPPY HAPPY :]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;hehe&lt;/span&gt;. today was special. cause my beloved &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;darcie&lt;/span&gt; gave me her converse. its &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;soo&lt;/span&gt; cool man just check it out for &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;yourself&lt;/span&gt; . yeah she &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;couldnt&lt;/span&gt; wear them anymore to small. and she like. you want them. i was &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;OMG&lt;/span&gt;. you serious&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;and so on. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;haha&lt;/span&gt; anyway. THANKS DARCIE. LOVE YOU BABE &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;xxxxxxx&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;I'LL KEEP THEM IN PRIME CONDITIONS :]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5238814103323159794" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_r5-0CO1D0O0/SLQBq6jiLPI/AAAAAAAAABk/rDYMeytVvE8/s320/P1000615.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2576321010684819488-1752327014765946911?l=sammimarie7.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sammimarie7.blogspot.com/feeds/1752327014765946911/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2576321010684819488&amp;postID=1752327014765946911' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2576321010684819488/posts/default/1752327014765946911'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2576321010684819488/posts/default/1752327014765946911'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sammimarie7.blogspot.com/2008/08/converse.html' title='converse :]'/><author><name>sammi.marie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00446732777754012359</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_r5-0CO1D0O0/SLQBq6jiLPI/AAAAAAAAABk/rDYMeytVvE8/s72-c/P1000615.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2576321010684819488.post-7890191320617634028</id><published>2008-08-25T05:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-25T06:23:23.069-07:00</updated><title type='text'>three.three.three</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;on &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;saturday&lt;/span&gt;. netball. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;wasn't&lt;/span&gt; that exciting because we always trash this team. so they ball &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;doesn't&lt;/span&gt; really come near the defense. so like 40 %  of the time i was there talking to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;emma&lt;/span&gt;. cause we kept scoring. so in the end the score was 33- 2. when home and pretty much just like &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;lazed&lt;/span&gt; about. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;haha&lt;/span&gt;. i was suppose to do homework but instead. i  played halo. how productive am i   :]  &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;yesterday went to church. then went to have lunch. then went home and waited for &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;darcie&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;jamie&lt;/span&gt; to come over. so they arrive and we went out for dinner. after like watching rove and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;juno&lt;/span&gt; we decide to do something. because halo got boring and it was still pretty early. so we decide to drink something. so &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;ben&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;jamie&lt;/span&gt; wiped up. gin and some orange juice. YUM YUM. it was really good. but then &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;jamie&lt;/span&gt; decided after finish that. to have gin and chocolate milk.  he drank 3 cups. NOT SO YUM. then we.. the four amigos just talking about really random stuff. then we put pirates of the c&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;aribbean&lt;/span&gt; on. and we all fall asleep straight away. gin makes you &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;dozy&lt;/span&gt;. &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;so we had a pupil free day. so me and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;darcie&lt;/span&gt; when to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;marcs&lt;/span&gt; house. cause its his birthday. so we bused it to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;JOONDALUP&lt;/span&gt; shops. and had lunch. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;marc&lt;/span&gt; ghosted 2 people. met met with cinta.abby.leah. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18"&gt;jenni&lt;/span&gt;. we bought &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19"&gt;marc&lt;/span&gt; his birthday present :] we got him 2 gold fish. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_20"&gt;haha&lt;/span&gt;. yeah. he was &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_21"&gt;soo&lt;/span&gt; happy. until he found out that one of his gold fish is like half blind. but he going to be a proud fish owner. his first time having a pet.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;i would have like had lots of photos of this day but.. i forgot the camera.  SORRY MARC&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2576321010684819488-7890191320617634028?l=sammimarie7.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sammimarie7.blogspot.com/feeds/7890191320617634028/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2576321010684819488&amp;postID=7890191320617634028' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2576321010684819488/posts/default/7890191320617634028'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2576321010684819488/posts/default/7890191320617634028'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sammimarie7.blogspot.com/2008/08/threethreethree.html' title='three.three.three'/><author><name>sammi.marie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00446732777754012359</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2576321010684819488.post-1926113599709719360</id><published>2008-08-22T07:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-25T06:27:08.483-07:00</updated><title type='text'>another week.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;argh. this week. okay. nothing much exciting man. gr. um. this week i got my assignments for digital photography and society and enviro and they make no sense. teacher explainations arent making anything better. and they are due next week. SHIT! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;oh. yeah and this week for some reason the guys of my life have suddenly disliked me or are dead. because even tho i did nothing. they are avoiding conversation with me. except leigh tho. hehe :]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;so today. netball training was good. cant believe this is my second last training session. god! i going miss &lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;KATE.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;GRACE.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;DOM.&lt;/span&gt; best coaches. so game tomorrow. will be an easy one. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;:]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2576321010684819488-1926113599709719360?l=sammimarie7.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sammimarie7.blogspot.com/feeds/1926113599709719360/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2576321010684819488&amp;postID=1926113599709719360' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2576321010684819488/posts/default/1926113599709719360'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2576321010684819488/posts/default/1926113599709719360'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sammimarie7.blogspot.com/2008/08/another-week.html' title='another week.'/><author><name>sammi.marie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00446732777754012359</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2576321010684819488.post-5970400198837737421</id><published>2008-08-19T06:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-19T07:03:34.703-07:00</updated><title type='text'>crazy.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;ah! this week. it has had its ups and downs.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;MON-FRI&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;well. it was better than last week. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;betty&lt;/span&gt; was still up to her old tricks but at least she has toned it down a bit. had funny moments with &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;darcie&lt;/span&gt;. like normal. avoided my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;english&lt;/span&gt; teacher. like normal. got yelled by mum by not practising my piano enough. like normal. flirting with &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;leigh&lt;/span&gt;. like normal. so it was an alright week. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;SATURDAY&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;i played the worst game in netball in my life. the other team is so damn annoying. the umpire picked me up so many times for contact and i &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;didnt&lt;/span&gt; even touch my player. i was like at least half a metre away from her. bias fa muffin!  um. well at least it went up hill during the night. got to talk to my closest buds for a long time. so that took me off the stupid game. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#339999;"&gt;SUNDAY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;went to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;church&lt;/span&gt;. nothing that exciting. then after had lunch at the markets. then went to see movie with &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;darcie&lt;/span&gt;. THE DARK KNIGHT. it was good. i shat man. so many shocking moments. i nearly fell of my sit. and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;darcie&lt;/span&gt; did was smile and laugh. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;haha&lt;/span&gt;. probably would have done the same thing anyway. after that went to cousins house for dinner. was so good. yeah then talked to friends on &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;msn&lt;/span&gt;. that was pretty much what happen.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2576321010684819488-5970400198837737421?l=sammimarie7.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sammimarie7.blogspot.com/feeds/5970400198837737421/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2576321010684819488&amp;postID=5970400198837737421' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2576321010684819488/posts/default/5970400198837737421'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2576321010684819488/posts/default/5970400198837737421'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sammimarie7.blogspot.com/2008/08/crazy.html' title='crazy.'/><author><name>sammi.marie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00446732777754012359</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2576321010684819488.post-8244572562217624194</id><published>2008-08-09T06:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-10T00:47:54.695-07:00</updated><title type='text'>wake up call.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;so this week was like serious wake up call. in every department. okay first. school. the last few weeks &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;i've&lt;/span&gt; been having fun and not really giving a shit about school. just there to annoy the teachers. then this week i realize that reports were coming. so this week &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;i've&lt;/span&gt; been good in class. doing my work and not annoying the teach. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;i've&lt;/span&gt; gone so far that i have actually moved away from my friends in class to &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;pay attention&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&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;second.friends.&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;ALEX&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;DARCIE&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;EMMA&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;KRIS&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;i'm&lt;/span&gt; glad they are in my life. i want to say that&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;they are good-hearted and caring people. they have stuck with me thin and thick. i feel like they are always there staying right next to me. i love you guys so much :] i&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; hope our friendship will be a life-long one.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;ANYWAY!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;so this past few days&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; this girl. we will call her &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;betty&lt;/span&gt;.i thought she was a good friend i could trust. but instead that bitch. goes to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;leigh&lt;/span&gt; (guy i like). flirting with him. doing it, knowing &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;i'm&lt;/span&gt; there. sharing personal jokes with him. (&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;haha&lt;/span&gt; but that one is kinda back-fired.cause he tells me afterwards). and always says that i like someone else to his face.and going up to me and says it near of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;leigh&lt;/span&gt; that he hates me. and after all of that she thinks &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;i'll&lt;/span&gt; just forgive her. cause &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;im&lt;/span&gt; easy going. and if she is going to pull something like that again. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;im&lt;/span&gt; going to curse her in many languages (EVEN IF I DON'T KNOW). so now. i really now who i can and who i can trust. &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;third. family. i have an &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;awesome&lt;/span&gt; family. i love love love my cousins. especially &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"  style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;BEV&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;haha&lt;/span&gt; she is a riot! she &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;soo&lt;/span&gt; crazy sometimes. trying to hook me up with people i &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18"&gt;havent&lt;/span&gt; since in 2 yrs.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;haha&lt;/span&gt; anyway today we won our netball game. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_20"&gt;woah&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_21"&gt;woah&lt;/span&gt;. i know. this team we bet. we got trashed from them the last time. but today we won by..... ONE. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_22"&gt;haha&lt;/span&gt; 18-17. wow! big differences. anyway after that have &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_23"&gt;surprise&lt;/span&gt; party for my grandpa. 70&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_24"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt;! so i got to see my 3rd cousin, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_25"&gt;jason&lt;/span&gt;. who i &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_26"&gt;havent&lt;/span&gt; seen in like 2 years. and he was annoying me &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_27"&gt;alot&lt;/span&gt;. but like how brothers and sisters do. so he was really cool. but had to leave early. so that was disappointed. but &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_28"&gt;alex&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_29"&gt;darcie&lt;/span&gt; talked to me for the last half hour.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;scott.ben&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;.bev.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;jas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;.me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5232790141674003826" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_r5-0CO1D0O0/SJ6a6MqlHXI/AAAAAAAAABU/BTzm-BP3_4c/s320/DSC_0680.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5232791669445599538" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_r5-0CO1D0O0/SJ6cTIDtoTI/AAAAAAAAABc/myTw8x4U1EM/s320/DSC_0679.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;so choir/&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_30"&gt;church&lt;/span&gt; tomorrow. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_31"&gt;yay&lt;/span&gt;. i think? &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_32"&gt;nite&lt;/span&gt; :]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2576321010684819488-8244572562217624194?l=sammimarie7.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sammimarie7.blogspot.com/feeds/8244572562217624194/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2576321010684819488&amp;postID=8244572562217624194' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2576321010684819488/posts/default/8244572562217624194'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2576321010684819488/posts/default/8244572562217624194'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sammimarie7.blogspot.com/2008/08/wake-up-call.html' title='wake up call.'/><author><name>sammi.marie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00446732777754012359</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_r5-0CO1D0O0/SJ6a6MqlHXI/AAAAAAAAABU/BTzm-BP3_4c/s72-c/DSC_0680.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2576321010684819488.post-6317651435206539638</id><published>2008-08-04T05:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-04T07:38:03.173-07:00</updated><title type='text'>happy.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;yay&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. so this weekend. gay and good . lost netball game. could have won. but &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;didnt&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. lost by 4 points. slept over &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;auntys&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; house. fun. we had a great time. we went a bit &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;psyco&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. cause her dog kept chasing us. because he ran inside the house. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;hehe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. so that was &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;saturday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.&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;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;sunday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; was great. after church. went to watch my brother's game. and who happens to be there? Leigh. apparently he likes me ( i &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;dont&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; whether &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;thats&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; true. cause &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;thats&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; what people told me). he cute and really funny. and i love his &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;irish&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; accent :]. anyway it was pretty cool. talk to him about half an hour. until his friends came over. because they finished their match. and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;ben&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; was about to start play.&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;so &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;thats&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; how it led to today. the whole time during class. his friend &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;jordan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; was teasing us. calling us boyfriend, girlfriend. and everything he would &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;loook&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; in my direction and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;vise&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;verse&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;jordan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; would shout out how times we would look at each other. and now &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;theres&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; a rumour in the classroom. that he may ask me out. well. i may say yes. cause who knows how long i have to wait until CRUSH asks me out. &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;o yeah. and after a week. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;kristian&lt;/span&gt; is online. he says my blog name is lame. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;anyway &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18"&gt;kristian&lt;/span&gt; hope you recover from your &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19"&gt;unfortunate&lt;/span&gt; food &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_20"&gt;poisoning&lt;/span&gt; :) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2576321010684819488-6317651435206539638?l=sammimarie7.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sammimarie7.blogspot.com/feeds/6317651435206539638/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2576321010684819488&amp;postID=6317651435206539638' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2576321010684819488/posts/default/6317651435206539638'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2576321010684819488/posts/default/6317651435206539638'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sammimarie7.blogspot.com/2008/08/happy.html' title='happy.'/><author><name>sammi.marie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00446732777754012359</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2576321010684819488.post-1835034689428175568</id><published>2008-07-31T05:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-04T05:52:14.977-07:00</updated><title type='text'>life.is a bitch!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;okay since i have no time to talk now. cause i'm not suppose to be on here. but i will just give the short term form&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- some wrong with good friend and she not telling everyone for some reason. we try cheering up ! :] not working :[&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- for some reason its bad to talk to some in class. even if your ask for help.&lt;br /&gt;so son of monkey spank english teach (she thinks that i'm acting like that because i give 2 fucks about my education and she thinks that im a idiot for acting so). gave a call to the parents. and boy did they get mad. like boiling water&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- got reports coming out next week. if dont get good grades ( in parents words - ABOVE FUCKING AVERAGE!) i'm not going to SG.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so if you think your life sucks. try living through mine first!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2576321010684819488-1835034689428175568?l=sammimarie7.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sammimarie7.blogspot.com/feeds/1835034689428175568/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2576321010684819488&amp;postID=1835034689428175568' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2576321010684819488/posts/default/1835034689428175568'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2576321010684819488/posts/default/1835034689428175568'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sammimarie7.blogspot.com/2008/07/lifeis-bitch.html' title='life.is a bitch!'/><author><name>sammi.marie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00446732777754012359</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2576321010684819488.post-4493847717659945737</id><published>2008-07-28T06:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-04T07:35:52.115-07:00</updated><title type='text'>splash splash.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;so.today. i'am really angry at the media! in the morning. they said that today it would be partly cloud.fine. so i decide just to wear a tank top under my uniform in cased it got cold. then when i reached school. it was pouring down with rain. not happy. so there i am stuck in school for the next 6 hours, freezing my butt of. but by the end of the day it started to get better. took really awsome photos in digital photograph (will be up soon) and my dear dear friend darcie said she is bring me along to her band practice this weekend. and guess who happens to be in her band? CRUSH CRUSH CRUSH! now the only thing is. if mum and dad allow me to go to sun-set mass instead of morning mass. toodles for now :] &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;don't mock. i look bad in school uniform!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;"&gt;Runway UMBRELLA!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5230662944346253570" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_r5-0CO1D0O0/SJcMPBGOqQI/AAAAAAAAABM/613sv_ZtErA/s320/P1070052.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5230661806516803250" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_r5-0CO1D0O0/SJcLMyWjFrI/AAAAAAAAABE/vipWIIJ-ZHE/s320/P1070030.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5230659893154248674" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_r5-0CO1D0O0/SJcJdahXd-I/AAAAAAAAAA8/eLtpn_90OR4/s320/P1070028.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5230657943319089714" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_r5-0CO1D0O0/SJcHr60cEjI/AAAAAAAAAA0/050l5Pt_ThE/s320/P1070020.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5230653575571799202" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_r5-0CO1D0O0/SJcDtrsVfKI/AAAAAAAAAAk/-LlYmzMiuTA/s320/P1070015.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2576321010684819488-4493847717659945737?l=sammimarie7.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sammimarie7.blogspot.com/feeds/4493847717659945737/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2576321010684819488&amp;postID=4493847717659945737' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2576321010684819488/posts/default/4493847717659945737'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2576321010684819488/posts/default/4493847717659945737'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sammimarie7.blogspot.com/2008/07/splash-splash.html' title='splash splash.'/><author><name>sammi.marie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00446732777754012359</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_r5-0CO1D0O0/SJcMPBGOqQI/AAAAAAAAABM/613sv_ZtErA/s72-c/P1070052.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2576321010684819488.post-664100782779508085</id><published>2008-07-27T06:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-30T01:23:27.898-07:00</updated><title type='text'>love. is somewhere in the air.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;first blog. all this could have happen with the help of the best friend. THE ONE AND ONLY ALEX! thanks a lot babe. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;i own you :]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;okay. this weekend. was well. let's say very &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;eventful&lt;/span&gt;. lets start off with &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Jenni's&lt;/span&gt; party. to be honest i wasn't really looking forward to it because she invited 2 guys that just make my blood boil. they are &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;soo&lt;/span&gt; freaking &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;immature&lt;/span&gt;! anyway continuing. so after 45 &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;minutes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt; into the party we all decided to just sit and chat. so i sat next to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Luke&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;great guy. funny.cute. anyway. since there was was like 18 of us we were &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;practically &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;si&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;tting on top of each other. but at least some smart people, got off the couch and sat on the floor. so there i am &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;sitting next to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Luke&lt;/span&gt;. he then puts his arms around me. i notice. and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;thats&lt;/span&gt; normal cause he does that from time to time. then eventually everyone notices. so everyone again squeezes on the couch. so at the end of this shuffling, half of my body is practically on his. there is &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;Jenni's&lt;/span&gt; sister and her friends. so when everyone got up to dance. me and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;Luke&lt;/span&gt; stayed behind to talk. then her sister comes and whispers to us. "hey dudes. no going to the bedrooms." me and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;Luke&lt;/span&gt; look at each other and couldn't stop blushing. so then we both got up. i went to the dance floor and he just stood there watching. so that was &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;saturday&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5228048260473275602" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_r5-0CO1D0O0/SI3CMYobxNI/AAAAAAAAAAU/7h0Ud05YK-o/s320/P1000563.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5228046479645600386" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 323px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 242px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="192" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_r5-0CO1D0O0/SI3AkuiB6oI/AAAAAAAAAAM/917RxoHZlTk/s320/P1000562.JPG" width="251" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5228050344929804018" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_r5-0CO1D0O0/SI3EFt1mPvI/AAAAAAAAAAc/qCaMu1j9R-g/s320/P1000569.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;SUNDAY. choir. i &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;didnt&lt;/span&gt; really want to go cause there is this guy. i like him. like him since &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;umm&lt;/span&gt;.. let me think . i dunno but probably the first time i ever talked to him. he &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;hasnt&lt;/span&gt; been to choir for 3 weeks so i only get to see him once a week. and we get only great. tell each other problems, secrets. basically EVERYTHING. so i missed him so much. so then today. no one knew that he was come. so he appeared out of nowhere. so one of the girls min-lee came running up to and said "hey &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;sam&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;CRUSH&lt;/span&gt; is back, go hug him" ( she is the only there that knows i like him). so i was blushing and he kinda heard it. so i was just standing there. and i saw him and he started walking to me. so i started walking to him. cause he is &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18"&gt;soo&lt;/span&gt; damn tall. he bent down and gave me a hug. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19"&gt;i've&lt;/span&gt; been happy even since. cause you see &lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;he&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_21"&gt;isnt&lt;/span&gt; the type to give his hugs freely only to the people. he is really close to. so..who knows... what will happen this week&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2576321010684819488-664100782779508085?l=sammimarie7.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sammimarie7.blogspot.com/feeds/664100782779508085/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2576321010684819488&amp;postID=664100782779508085' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2576321010684819488/posts/default/664100782779508085'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2576321010684819488/posts/default/664100782779508085'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sammimarie7.blogspot.com/2008/07/love-is-somewhere-in-air.html' title='love. is somewhere in the air.'/><author><name>sammi.marie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00446732777754012359</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_r5-0CO1D0O0/SI3CMYobxNI/AAAAAAAAAAU/7h0Ud05YK-o/s72-c/P1000563.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
