<?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-5801524931325429645</id><updated>2012-01-27T21:11:28.214-08:00</updated><category term='harry potter'/><category term='movie'/><category term='studying'/><category term='tests'/><category term='autumn'/><category term='`'/><category term='food'/><category term='exams'/><category term='poems'/><title type='text'>FASHION IS A LANGUAGE</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thereisnosuchthingasperfect.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5801524931325429645/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thereisnosuchthingasperfect.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5801524931325429645/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Lily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00303634142344805296</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-A5lLB3ld4RY/Ta0L9wdGiOI/AAAAAAAAAyw/UgdQI47tEA4/s220/leighton.PNG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>180</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5801524931325429645.post-776932748265894168</id><published>2011-11-22T02:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-22T02:45:44.456-08:00</updated><title type='text'>"Oh simple thing, where have you gone? I'm getting old and I need something to rely on." -Keane</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;Hola lovelies.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;As you can see, I have a lot of time to waste. Yep, this is what I happens when I'm bored. &lt;a href="http://www.polyvore.com/"&gt;Polyvore&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;+ Celebrity-wardrobe-drooling. &lt;b&gt;Exciting past times, I know.&lt;/b&gt; Any who, here are the outfits I put together today along with their inspirations :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-O62Fhs_ftZI/TstU_vj0Z5I/AAAAAAAAA9w/0AxWgtZHNwo/s1600/copyout5.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="542" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-O62Fhs_ftZI/TstU_vj0Z5I/AAAAAAAAA9w/0AxWgtZHNwo/s640/copyout5.png" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-AKxrM776QV8/TstVItSAENI/AAAAAAAAA-Q/QODV7vcn01Q/s1600/copyout1.png" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-MT1PeDCLOQs/TstU9spdADI/AAAAAAAAA9o/ESLdy4uGIyM/s1600/copyout6.png" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-AKxrM776QV8/TstVItSAENI/AAAAAAAAA-Q/QODV7vcn01Q/s1600/copyout1.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="575" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-AKxrM776QV8/TstVItSAENI/AAAAAAAAA-Q/QODV7vcn01Q/s640/copyout1.png" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-p2Uw-ySKgt4/TstVEnjp6uI/AAAAAAAAA-A/79O3dLYhbhc/s1600/copyout3.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-p2Uw-ySKgt4/TstVEnjp6uI/AAAAAAAAA-A/79O3dLYhbhc/s640/copyout3.png" width="633" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-y7gUfiU1UNk/TstVDAEHKdI/AAAAAAAAA94/dvFEDwnpZMc/s1600/copyout4.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="559" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-y7gUfiU1UNk/TstVDAEHKdI/AAAAAAAAA94/dvFEDwnpZMc/s640/copyout4.png" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-_kxma5MEKnA/TstVHAfHDFI/AAAAAAAAA-I/g1NelcCgt0s/s1600/copyout2.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="469" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-_kxma5MEKnA/TstVHAfHDFI/AAAAAAAAA-I/g1NelcCgt0s/s640/copyout2.png" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Somewhere Only We Know&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;-Keane&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="25" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/SGBLiGFaddo?rel=0" width="640"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;School again next week. &lt;b&gt;Oh fudge. &lt;/b&gt;We're going to be in our new classes as preparation for next year. And you know what that means? Different people. Yep, there is a chance I will not very often have to see the people I have come to dislike in my current classes anymore. And the thought of that alone, is enough to make the dread of going back &lt;i&gt;not so bad.&lt;/i&gt; I'll let you know how things go :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-vi_HQ2UEaWc/To6QLVduyoI/AAAAAAAAA60/FaZEf-VXGBk/s1600/sig.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-vi_HQ2UEaWc/To6QLVduyoI/AAAAAAAAA60/FaZEf-VXGBk/s1600/sig.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;big&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.bloglovin.com/blog/2556590/dont-forget-to-be-awesome?claim=q4vjx4h437k"&gt;Follow my blog with Bloglovin&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/big&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 30px;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://katherine-pierce-was-here.tumblr.com/"&gt;TUMBLR.&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://twitter.com/#!/LilyInACastle"&gt;TWITTER.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5801524931325429645-776932748265894168?l=thereisnosuchthingasperfect.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thereisnosuchthingasperfect.blogspot.com/feeds/776932748265894168/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thereisnosuchthingasperfect.blogspot.com/2011/11/oh-simple-thing-where-have-you-gone-im.html#comment-form' title='15 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5801524931325429645/posts/default/776932748265894168'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5801524931325429645/posts/default/776932748265894168'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thereisnosuchthingasperfect.blogspot.com/2011/11/oh-simple-thing-where-have-you-gone-im.html' title='&quot;Oh simple thing, where have you gone? I&apos;m getting old and I need something to rely on.&quot; -Keane'/><author><name>Lily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00303634142344805296</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-A5lLB3ld4RY/Ta0L9wdGiOI/AAAAAAAAAyw/UgdQI47tEA4/s220/leighton.PNG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-O62Fhs_ftZI/TstU_vj0Z5I/AAAAAAAAA9w/0AxWgtZHNwo/s72-c/copyout5.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>15</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5801524931325429645.post-3016853676022188067</id><published>2011-11-12T18:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-12T18:31:41.724-08:00</updated><title type='text'>"Don't do love, don't do friends. I'm only after success." -Marina and the Diamonds</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I swear I am the &lt;i&gt;worst&lt;/i&gt; person ever at waving away distractions. I'm supposed to be concentrating on Biology with my exam coming up but instead, I sit here drooling over Rachel Bilson's wardrobe. Hopeless, I know.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;But can you blame me? SHE'S LIKE, AMAZING &amp;lt;3&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-daE4CkQN6bk/Tr8iZjs5hJI/AAAAAAAAA8A/9xkoNCKPf2c/s1600/rachel1.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-daE4CkQN6bk/Tr8iZjs5hJI/AAAAAAAAA8A/9xkoNCKPf2c/s640/rachel1.png" width="610" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-LIVIcNMySkM/Tr8izusB4KI/AAAAAAAAA8Q/0A575tmMd0M/s1600/rachel4.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-LIVIcNMySkM/Tr8izusB4KI/AAAAAAAAA8Q/0A575tmMd0M/s1600/rachel4.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-e1Ee3Vy5xew/Tr8isu14HuI/AAAAAAAAA8I/9D_A6MjgVcg/s1600/rachel2.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-e1Ee3Vy5xew/Tr8isu14HuI/AAAAAAAAA8I/9D_A6MjgVcg/s640/rachel2.png" width="608" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-l2JivpXMBlM/Tr8i555uDqI/AAAAAAAAA8Y/oLuEuWkkAO8/s1600/rachel3.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-l2JivpXMBlM/Tr8i555uDqI/AAAAAAAAA8Y/oLuEuWkkAO8/s640/rachel3.png" width="601" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;By the way, anyone else watching&amp;nbsp;&lt;i style="text-align: center;"&gt;Hart of Dixie,&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Rachel's new show?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;It's pretty good! My friend got me hooked on it just in time for exams whoopee. Any who, think I like the show so much 'cause I can relate to the main character. New girl in a town where he doesn't get along with everyone. Constantly trying to fit in and impress people and failing miserably. Feels familiar if you replace 'town' with 'school'. But you know what? This year is almost over and the next is only a month and a half away. So screw whatever I've gone through this year, 2012 I hope you have some changes up your sleeve!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Update on my oh so interesting life :/&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Bad news #1:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I have gained 2 kilos since September.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Good news #1:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I've finally got my first job where I can work, work, work and burn those kilos right off!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Bad news #2:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;All my friends are going on holidays this summer- except me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Good news#2:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Did I mention I have a new job where I can work, work, work and keep myself occupied?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Bad news #3:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;EXAMS EXAMS EXAMS I'M SO BLOODY SCREWED.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Good news #3:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Just a few more weeks and it'll all be over real quick :) Toodles.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Marina and the Diamonds- Oh no!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="25" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/T40IuLZUn4A?rel=0" width="640"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-vi_HQ2UEaWc/To6QLVduyoI/AAAAAAAAA60/FaZEf-VXGBk/s1600/sig.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-vi_HQ2UEaWc/To6QLVduyoI/AAAAAAAAA60/FaZEf-VXGBk/s1600/sig.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;big&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.bloglovin.com/blog/2556590/dont-forget-to-be-awesome?claim=q4vjx4h437k"&gt;Follow my blog with Bloglovin&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/big&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 30px;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://katherine-pierce-was-here.tumblr.com/"&gt;TUMBLR.&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://twitter.com/#!/LilyInACastle"&gt;TWITTER.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5801524931325429645-3016853676022188067?l=thereisnosuchthingasperfect.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thereisnosuchthingasperfect.blogspot.com/feeds/3016853676022188067/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thereisnosuchthingasperfect.blogspot.com/2011/11/dont-do-love-dont-do-friends-im-only.html#comment-form' title='22 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5801524931325429645/posts/default/3016853676022188067'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5801524931325429645/posts/default/3016853676022188067'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thereisnosuchthingasperfect.blogspot.com/2011/11/dont-do-love-dont-do-friends-im-only.html' title='&quot;Don&apos;t do love, don&apos;t do friends. I&apos;m only after success.&quot; -Marina and the Diamonds'/><author><name>Lily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00303634142344805296</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-A5lLB3ld4RY/Ta0L9wdGiOI/AAAAAAAAAyw/UgdQI47tEA4/s220/leighton.PNG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-daE4CkQN6bk/Tr8iZjs5hJI/AAAAAAAAA8A/9xkoNCKPf2c/s72-c/rachel1.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>22</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5801524931325429645.post-154542145507757958</id><published>2011-10-30T21:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-11-12T18:28:52.677-08:00</updated><title type='text'>"When you're around me, I'm radioactive." -Marina and the Diamonds.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Good afternoon lovelies :) Thought I'd just do a quick post on a lazy Monday afternoon. A little update of what's going on in my world, my exams are in two weeks and I haven't even started revising but on the happy side, I got a job! My very first I'm proud to say and I'm so excited to begin :) With all my friends going on holidays this summer I really needed something to keep me occupied and this was perfect &amp;lt;3&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Any who, let's move onto TURBAN HEADBANDS. If you can't tell already from the caps, I WANT ONE. No wait, not one, BUT A FEW. In different colours and patterns to go with just about every outfit :) Now while I was surfing for these lovely pictures below, I found that these headbands are around $20 at the stores so if you're like me and don't like spending over 5 bucks on a headband (10 if you really, really like it and know you'll need it to survive some day), I suggest to get creative and make your own!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-t3kkfCS2fpg/Tq4TgeEh9II/AAAAAAAAA7I/DGaEuXI0R20/s1600/headband.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="425" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-t3kkfCS2fpg/Tq4TgeEh9II/AAAAAAAAA7I/DGaEuXI0R20/s640/headband.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-cr07KAUxCQg/Tq4TnNt8rQI/AAAAAAAAA7Q/2fZc1mYeZK0/s1600/headband.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="424" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-cr07KAUxCQg/Tq4TnNt8rQI/AAAAAAAAA7Q/2fZc1mYeZK0/s640/headband.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-A8vdmMjQwqs/Tq4TuHzlHvI/AAAAAAAAA7Y/x_Qsg3GmKFs/s1600/headband.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="426" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-A8vdmMjQwqs/Tq4TuHzlHvI/AAAAAAAAA7Y/x_Qsg3GmKFs/s640/headband.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-M82a1duRaMo/Tq4RZJEwmlI/AAAAAAAAA7A/kRR7gL5vSrM/s1600/headband.PNG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-A8vdmMjQwqs/Tq4TuHzlHvI/AAAAAAAAA7Y/x_Qsg3GmKFs/s1600/headband.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-8PyIT5JlNpI/Tq4RSyR6WoI/AAAAAAAAA64/g-j-IjXkKZw/s1600/head.PNG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="562" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-8PyIT5JlNpI/Tq4RSyR6WoI/AAAAAAAAA64/g-j-IjXkKZw/s640/head.PNG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-M82a1duRaMo/Tq4RZJEwmlI/AAAAAAAAA7A/kRR7gL5vSrM/s1600/headband.PNG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="346" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-M82a1duRaMo/Tq4RZJEwmlI/AAAAAAAAA7A/kRR7gL5vSrM/s640/headband.PNG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Again, if you're like me and are absolutely talent-less at anything DIY, do not fear! It's easy as, takes about five minutes and costs nothing. Just grab a pretty piece of scrap material (or cut it out of something you know you won't be wearing, great way to make something useless into useful) and get onto watching this great tutorial I found on Youtube :) I'll be doing it too, just got to go find my material! Buh-bye xxo&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&lt;iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="360" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/Tfr4W8kLA1Q?rel=0" width="640"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Marina and the Diamonds- Radioactive&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="25" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/dU7GoCKSQfg?rel=0" width="640"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-vi_HQ2UEaWc/To6QLVduyoI/AAAAAAAAA60/FaZEf-VXGBk/s1600/sig.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-vi_HQ2UEaWc/To6QLVduyoI/AAAAAAAAA60/FaZEf-VXGBk/s1600/sig.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;big&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.bloglovin.com/blog/2556590/dont-forget-to-be-awesome?claim=q4vjx4h437k"&gt;Follow my blog with Bloglovin&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/big&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 30px;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://katherine-pierce-was-here.tumblr.com/"&gt;TUMBLR.&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://twitter.com/#!/LilyInACastle"&gt;TWITTER.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5801524931325429645-154542145507757958?l=thereisnosuchthingasperfect.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thereisnosuchthingasperfect.blogspot.com/feeds/154542145507757958/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thereisnosuchthingasperfect.blogspot.com/2011/10/when-youre-around-me-im-radioactive.html#comment-form' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5801524931325429645/posts/default/154542145507757958'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5801524931325429645/posts/default/154542145507757958'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thereisnosuchthingasperfect.blogspot.com/2011/10/when-youre-around-me-im-radioactive.html' title='&quot;When you&apos;re around me, I&apos;m radioactive.&quot; -Marina and the Diamonds.'/><author><name>Lily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00303634142344805296</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-A5lLB3ld4RY/Ta0L9wdGiOI/AAAAAAAAAyw/UgdQI47tEA4/s220/leighton.PNG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-t3kkfCS2fpg/Tq4TgeEh9II/AAAAAAAAA7I/DGaEuXI0R20/s72-c/headband.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5801524931325429645.post-1719146920634417054</id><published>2011-10-06T21:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-06T22:37:58.469-07:00</updated><title type='text'>"Now fall, fall, fall into euphoria."- Sonia and Oscar</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Hello gorgeous ones! It's the last day of the holidays and here I am sitting at my laptop with my face smeared with lemon juice and honey. It's a home facial that's supposed to clear your skin and make it glow and it seems to be doing &lt;i&gt;not bad. &lt;/i&gt;Of course, the lemon really dries out the skin so I've got to moisturize really well afterwards. Any who, I'm a bit lazy today with the oh-no-school's-starting-blues so I've just got some pretty pictures that I've been looking at for inspiration &amp;lt;3&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;For those of you who are already in college or uni, I am sooo jealous! I'm so sick of wearing a school uniform every single day. It is impossible to look good :/ Cannot wait for the day when I'll get to wake up in the morning and be able to &lt;i&gt;decide&lt;/i&gt; what I'm going to wear to be the hottest chick at uni! Haha I WISH :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-0Xip-3tgxxw/To6AksUtwqI/AAAAAAAAA6w/BHQ2f3wELjw/s1600/pic1.PNG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-0Xip-3tgxxw/To6AksUtwqI/AAAAAAAAA6w/BHQ2f3wELjw/s1600/pic1.PNG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-GkxDDyqTEqU/To5_qwcd9zI/AAAAAAAAA6k/4_zZ9quxyi8/s1600/pic2.PNG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-GkxDDyqTEqU/To5_qwcd9zI/AAAAAAAAA6k/4_zZ9quxyi8/s1600/pic2.PNG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-0SlPJAIOF2k/To5_1TX0AKI/AAAAAAAAA6o/08L5f1KIsqg/s1600/pic3.PNG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-0SlPJAIOF2k/To5_1TX0AKI/AAAAAAAAA6o/08L5f1KIsqg/s1600/pic3.PNG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-II63yJRJYzU/To6AAjI2Z9I/AAAAAAAAA6s/DzMctbfFafY/s1600/pic4.PNG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-II63yJRJYzU/To6AAjI2Z9I/AAAAAAAAA6s/DzMctbfFafY/s1600/pic4.PNG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I'm praying this coming term's a good one for me, the last two were let's say...&lt;i&gt;not so good&lt;/i&gt;. Oh and I would love to hear about what you lucky guys like wearing to school/college/uni/work, etc. in the comments :) x&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Letting go- Sonia and Oscar&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="25" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/P7CXjRhDkWw?rel=0" width="640"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-vi_HQ2UEaWc/To6QLVduyoI/AAAAAAAAA60/FaZEf-VXGBk/s1600/sig.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-vi_HQ2UEaWc/To6QLVduyoI/AAAAAAAAA60/FaZEf-VXGBk/s1600/sig.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;big&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.bloglovin.com/blog/2556590/dont-forget-to-be-awesome?claim=q4vjx4h437k"&gt;Follow my blog with Bloglovin&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/big&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 30px;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://katherine-pierce-was-here.tumblr.com/"&gt;TUMBLR.&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://twitter.com/#!/LilyInACastle"&gt;TWITTER.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5801524931325429645-1719146920634417054?l=thereisnosuchthingasperfect.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thereisnosuchthingasperfect.blogspot.com/feeds/1719146920634417054/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thereisnosuchthingasperfect.blogspot.com/2011/10/now-fall-fall-fall-into-euphoria-sonia.html#comment-form' title='13 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5801524931325429645/posts/default/1719146920634417054'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5801524931325429645/posts/default/1719146920634417054'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thereisnosuchthingasperfect.blogspot.com/2011/10/now-fall-fall-fall-into-euphoria-sonia.html' title='&quot;Now fall, fall, fall into euphoria.&quot;- Sonia and Oscar'/><author><name>Lily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00303634142344805296</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-A5lLB3ld4RY/Ta0L9wdGiOI/AAAAAAAAAyw/UgdQI47tEA4/s220/leighton.PNG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-0Xip-3tgxxw/To6AksUtwqI/AAAAAAAAA6w/BHQ2f3wELjw/s72-c/pic1.PNG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>13</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5801524931325429645.post-2070679972113679872</id><published>2011-09-30T21:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-01T18:06:44.865-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Color me maroon! Plus The Crookes :)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Good day everyone :) Or should I say terrible day, even though spring has sprung on this side of the planet the weather is miserable! It's been grey, gloomy and rainy all through the week, no wonder I'm still holding onto winter fashion through to October. Half of my holidays have gone by and I've done nothing worth mentioning, oh the sad, sad story of my life. Any who, let's move onto happier matters. This post is inspired from&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://www.stylescrapbook.com/2011/09/look-of-day-matchy-matchy.html#more"&gt;this look&amp;nbsp;&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;by one of my most favorite fashion bloggers&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/profile/16658457849078774313"&gt;Andy&lt;/a&gt; over at &lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/profile/16658457849078774313"&gt;StyleScrapbook.&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;She's pretty big, but if you haven't heard of her (where have you been then!?) CHECK HER OUT :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-PXkZN1i1Z9k/ToZ7Scnf2OI/AAAAAAAAA5Y/2Ro2t8TDQtA/s1600/mj.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 5em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="340" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-PXkZN1i1Z9k/ToZ7Scnf2OI/AAAAAAAAA5Y/2Ro2t8TDQtA/s640/mj.png" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Zq0oNQ3BjBw/ToZ7SkkFYHI/AAAAAAAAA5g/5cpuQKYJ7rY/s1600/mje.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 2em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="561" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Zq0oNQ3BjBw/ToZ7SkkFYHI/AAAAAAAAA5g/5cpuQKYJ7rY/s640/mje.png" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-babpAR87w-U/ToZ7S_52zhI/AAAAAAAAA5o/U5i85u0Wfvo/s1600/mb.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="280" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-babpAR87w-U/ToZ7S_52zhI/AAAAAAAAA5o/U5i85u0Wfvo/s640/mb.png" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-idnUHS9RxTg/TobFXdYwBKI/AAAAAAAAA50/qtVM1nTLRzk/s1600/maroon.PNG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="418" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-idnUHS9RxTg/TobFXdYwBKI/AAAAAAAAA50/qtVM1nTLRzk/s640/maroon.PNG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-pGzJEEk2mAQ/TobFX3FtUZI/AAAAAAAAA54/3eMtDNX-RFM/s1600/maroon1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="426" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-pGzJEEk2mAQ/TobFX3FtUZI/AAAAAAAAA54/3eMtDNX-RFM/s640/maroon1.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;So if you can't already tell (I hope you can), I've been searching all things maroon! It's a lovely color, really deep, earthy and sensual. It's also been my Mum's favorite color since like forever. Whenever we go shopping, if she sees a hint of maroon on the racks- she will grab for it. And did I ever mention my favorite band of all time is Maroon 5? It's no coincidence children. Plus, I REALLY REALLY REALLY want a pair of maroon skinny legs! THEY LOOK SO AMAZING. I won't be writing much here so I'll leave you with some awesome tunes from The Crookes, a band I'm newly loving, and this really cool studded leather vest. It's not maroon I know, but it'll go with pretty much everything! C-c-c-ciao &amp;lt;3&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;The Crookes- Backstreet Lovers&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="25" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/9Il1NASOxBw?rel=0" width="640"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;The Crookes- Chandelier Girls&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;iframe frameborder="0" height="25" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/Qmbe3xLhv2w?rel=0" width="640"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;The Crookes- Chorus of fools&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;iframe frameborder="0" height="25" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/e-4pJ8Jr81Y?rel=0" width="640"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;The Crookes- Rolling in The Deep Adele Cover&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="25" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/tr8XpSmivuE?rel=0" width="640"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.polyvore.com/doma_vest/thing.outbound?.embedder=0&amp;amp;.svc=copypaste&amp;amp;id=23020608"&gt;&lt;img alt="Doma vest" border="0" height="640" src="http://embed.polyvoreimg.com/cgi/img-thing/size/x/tid/23020608.jpg" title="Doma vest" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;big&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.bloglovin.com/blog/2556590/dont-forget-to-be-awesome?claim=q4vjx4h437k"&gt;Follow my blog with Bloglovin&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/big&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 30px;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://katherine-pierce-was-here.tumblr.com/"&gt;TUMBLR.&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://twitter.com/#!/LilyInACastle"&gt;TWITTER.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5801524931325429645-2070679972113679872?l=thereisnosuchthingasperfect.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thereisnosuchthingasperfect.blogspot.com/feeds/2070679972113679872/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thereisnosuchthingasperfect.blogspot.com/2011/09/color-me-maroon-plus-crookes.html#comment-form' title='23 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5801524931325429645/posts/default/2070679972113679872'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5801524931325429645/posts/default/2070679972113679872'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thereisnosuchthingasperfect.blogspot.com/2011/09/color-me-maroon-plus-crookes.html' title='Color me maroon! Plus The Crookes :)'/><author><name>Lily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00303634142344805296</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-A5lLB3ld4RY/Ta0L9wdGiOI/AAAAAAAAAyw/UgdQI47tEA4/s220/leighton.PNG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-PXkZN1i1Z9k/ToZ7Scnf2OI/AAAAAAAAA5Y/2Ro2t8TDQtA/s72-c/mj.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>23</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5801524931325429645.post-7364555830346690345</id><published>2011-09-27T17:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-28T03:41:44.707-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The three staple items you can't live without!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Why hello there :)&lt;/b&gt; I do hope you're all in better health than I am, there's this really awful flu- like virus going around here which is weird because it's Spring. First my Mum was sick with it and now me, hope no one's next! Any who, I wanted to talk about staple items in this post. You know, pieces of clothing that go with anything and everything- items that you should be splurging on without regrets because you actually need them? Haha :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;First and foremost, a good, trusty pair of skinny jeans is a crucial requirement for any wardrobe. If they're good quality and the perfect fit on you, you can wear the life out them and actually get your money's worth! One of my favorite dark blue jeans had a nail polish stain at the back (don't know when I sat on the stuff) and so I went out and bought a new pair last week. Even though they cost me a bit more than I intended to spend, I'm really happy I bought them. They're like a really dark navy almost black color and are even fitted around the ankles (you know how sometimes you get those really annoying ones that are fitted around the thighs and then becomes really loose as they go down? No? Okay well anyway they're not like that YAY :))&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Bd6r-5B-OYE/ToJjTarE4VI/AAAAAAAAA5I/vQsB8g91Wo4/s1600/jeans.PNG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="447" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Bd6r-5B-OYE/ToJjTarE4VI/AAAAAAAAA5I/vQsB8g91Wo4/s640/jeans.PNG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;BLAZEEEEEEEEERS :) My favorite item of clothing like ever. Like seriously, if you don't have at least one, you're missing out on something really fantastic in life. I mean it! They go with absolutely EVERYHTING. Wear them over any old t-shirt or dress and to add instant class to your outfit. Versatile colors like brown, black, grey or navy pretty much can match with any shades, I myself have a black one and a bark blue.Now &amp;nbsp;I'm looking out for ones in bold colours, like orange or pink and even green! Hopefully I'll come across some good Christmas sales this summer (and boxing day, OHMYGOSH.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-tPZWEiAmwXw/ToJqKDaHeTI/AAAAAAAAA5Q/3l6hhhuHGSY/s1600/blazers.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="282" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-tPZWEiAmwXw/ToJqKDaHeTI/AAAAAAAAA5Q/3l6hhhuHGSY/s640/blazers.png" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Last but not least, a comfy yet oh so stylish pair of heels! Now if you're like me and have worn flats all your life ans still can't walk confidently in heels without the occasional wobble, start with wedges :) They're a lot easier to walk in than the thinner heels (but hurt no less I'm sorry to say haha). I'm looking out for a really strappy pair for summer, like the one's below, how hot are they?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-0pYgqpHafZA/ToJjXMSSIYI/AAAAAAAAA5M/c5SW1od8zww/s1600/wedge.PNG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="239" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-0pYgqpHafZA/ToJjXMSSIYI/AAAAAAAAA5M/c5SW1od8zww/s640/wedge.PNG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'd love to know about more staple items you guys have in your wardrobe! Leave me comments darlings, they're the reason I keep blogging :) Oh and while you're at it, take a listen to this song, the lyrics are amazing. 'Til next time xo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 19px; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Ron Pope- A Drop in the Ocean&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="25" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/mt8jifKlbTc?rel=0" width="640"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 19px;"&gt;P.S. I Made a Twitter! Follow me @LilyInACastle &amp;lt;3&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/5801524931325429645-7364555830346690345?l=thereisnosuchthingasperfect.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thereisnosuchthingasperfect.blogspot.com/feeds/7364555830346690345/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thereisnosuchthingasperfect.blogspot.com/2011/09/three-staple-items-you-cant-live.html#comment-form' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5801524931325429645/posts/default/7364555830346690345'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5801524931325429645/posts/default/7364555830346690345'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thereisnosuchthingasperfect.blogspot.com/2011/09/three-staple-items-you-cant-live.html' title='The three staple items you can&apos;t live without!'/><author><name>Lily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00303634142344805296</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-A5lLB3ld4RY/Ta0L9wdGiOI/AAAAAAAAAyw/UgdQI47tEA4/s220/leighton.PNG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Bd6r-5B-OYE/ToJjTarE4VI/AAAAAAAAA5I/vQsB8g91Wo4/s72-c/jeans.PNG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5801524931325429645.post-167713662620911711</id><published>2011-09-04T05:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-09T08:35:03.445-07:00</updated><title type='text'>"Yes my love, oh we are magicians."- The Crookes</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Why hello there lovelies &amp;lt;3 It's been far too long since my last post, and I am so sorry if you noticed! I am in fact alive and well (in case you thought I'd been eaten by a&amp;nbsp;hippopotamus) and ready to come blogging back! The past few months have been rough for me but this last week's been really good (Thank you God!) and so I am happy as a happy person on happy pills at the moment :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Any who, Spring has sprung here on the south- side of the planet and I am stocking up on lovely, over-sized chiffon shirts! They're very floaty (why isn't that a word?) and make you feel really light and feminine :) I especially like them in floral prints or plain bold colours like the ones below!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-bY-ExY1PTeY/TmNHCI89uLI/AAAAAAAAA4M/jKLUlNiOfbc/s1600/shirts.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-bY-ExY1PTeY/TmNHCI89uLI/AAAAAAAAA4M/jKLUlNiOfbc/s640/shirts.png" width="497" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Oh oh oh, and I really badly want a pair of velvet boots! They make any outfit look oh so classy. I'm looking for plain coloured ones (hopefully in maroon) &amp;nbsp;but I thought this printed pair from Forever21 was really pretty :)&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-MKbubKFjZrE/TmNWuAa9iII/AAAAAAAAA4Q/TgT0nVS0wHY/s1600/botts.PNG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="505" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-MKbubKFjZrE/TmNWuAa9iII/AAAAAAAAA4Q/TgT0nVS0wHY/s640/botts.PNG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I've been updating my iPod lately with a lot of old love songs as nothing on the radio these days really takes my fancy. Here's a few of them, and they're beautiful! The last song though is by this British indie band called The Crookes. Their songs are really cool and gee don't even get me started on their adorable accent &amp;lt;3&lt;br /&gt;xo and toodles 'til next time! (which I hope will be soon and not in three months hahah)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S! Watch the clip of this first song, it's so sweet and all things lovely :) Oh yes and feel free to leave me some recommendations of more songs that make you all feel warm and fuzzy inside &amp;lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="510" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/XlpeDpAmkQM?rel=0" width="640"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Savage Garden- I Knew I loved You&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="25" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/KQOFvIQerTQ?rel=0" width="640"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Backstreet Boys- What Makes You Different&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="25" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/mtG10M99N_g?rel=0" width="640"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The Crookes- Yes, Yes, We're Magicians&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="25" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/M4xRuJtJmHo?rel=0" width="640"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5801524931325429645-167713662620911711?l=thereisnosuchthingasperfect.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thereisnosuchthingasperfect.blogspot.com/feeds/167713662620911711/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thereisnosuchthingasperfect.blogspot.com/2011/09/yes-my-love-oh-we-are-magicians-crookes.html#comment-form' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5801524931325429645/posts/default/167713662620911711'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5801524931325429645/posts/default/167713662620911711'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thereisnosuchthingasperfect.blogspot.com/2011/09/yes-my-love-oh-we-are-magicians-crookes.html' title='&quot;Yes my love, oh we are magicians.&quot;- The Crookes'/><author><name>Lily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00303634142344805296</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-A5lLB3ld4RY/Ta0L9wdGiOI/AAAAAAAAAyw/UgdQI47tEA4/s220/leighton.PNG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-bY-ExY1PTeY/TmNHCI89uLI/AAAAAAAAA4M/jKLUlNiOfbc/s72-c/shirts.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5801524931325429645.post-5402357575550376567</id><published>2011-06-09T18:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-09T18:24:02.026-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Because everything she wears is pretty, damn amazing.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-RAFZ3M2Uxjw/TfDNhhCDLaI/AAAAAAAAA28/Rk1F7LY-1Xw/s1600/kgillan.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="1060" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-RAFZ3M2Uxjw/TfDNhhCDLaI/AAAAAAAAA28/Rk1F7LY-1Xw/s840/kgillan.png" width="760" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;A very short post to break the drought of my er...posting. I think everything Karen Gillan wears is so lovely. From the ankle boots and the cute jumpers to the&amp;nbsp;over-sized&amp;nbsp;coats and pretty dresses. And even though ,in my last post, I was going on about how bright, bold colors look great in Winter, &lt;i&gt;which is true&lt;/i&gt;, I currently have an obsession for all things &lt;i&gt;brown.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;'T&lt;/i&gt;il &amp;nbsp;next time &lt;i&gt;lovelies.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-vyh-JhG6eRc/TfDSlQDgDoI/AAAAAAAAA3E/4h-lJAzvm8w/s1600/kgsteals.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="243" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-vyh-JhG6eRc/TfDSlQDgDoI/AAAAAAAAA3E/4h-lJAzvm8w/s640/kgsteals.png" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5801524931325429645-5402357575550376567?l=thereisnosuchthingasperfect.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thereisnosuchthingasperfect.blogspot.com/feeds/5402357575550376567/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thereisnosuchthingasperfect.blogspot.com/2011/06/because-everything-she-wears-is-pretty.html#comment-form' title='19 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5801524931325429645/posts/default/5402357575550376567'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5801524931325429645/posts/default/5402357575550376567'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thereisnosuchthingasperfect.blogspot.com/2011/06/because-everything-she-wears-is-pretty.html' title='Because everything she wears is pretty, damn amazing.'/><author><name>Lily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00303634142344805296</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-A5lLB3ld4RY/Ta0L9wdGiOI/AAAAAAAAAyw/UgdQI47tEA4/s220/leighton.PNG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-RAFZ3M2Uxjw/TfDNhhCDLaI/AAAAAAAAA28/Rk1F7LY-1Xw/s72-c/kgillan.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>19</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5801524931325429645.post-2173202590864953855</id><published>2011-05-16T05:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-20T05:05:07.077-07:00</updated><title type='text'>"Color my life with the chaos of trouble." -500 Days of Summer</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Hello my lovelies, hope those of you who are living on the other side of the planet are enjoying the welcoming warmth of Summer, while I wallow here in the chilly embrace of Winter. With constant drizzle, and icy winds accompanying us throughout the last week, it's no wonder I'm not feeling so well. But before I divulge my problems, I'd like to start off this post on a happy note. Since Winter isn't the most colorful of seasons (the dullest, more like it), warm coats in bright, bold colors are the best way to stand out from the crowd. Against the grey atmosphere of the season, there's no better time to pull off daring shades of&amp;nbsp;vermilion&amp;nbsp;red, royal blue, forest green and mustard yellow.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-oTWzbNltZQ4/Tc86bj6o6xI/AAAAAAAAA1s/nBmZ6ODhVRY/s1600/coats.png" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-oTWzbNltZQ4/Tc86bj6o6xI/AAAAAAAAA1s/nBmZ6ODhVRY/s1600/coats.png" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Now to the topic of my life, coming to a new school and having to find a new group of friends for the very first time in my adolescent life, I've come to learn a few things the hard way.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Number one, never judge a group by your first impression of them. The small huddle of people you may see at the beginning of the year, may end up multiplying in size over the course of the next few weeks.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Number two, going from group to group at the start of the year to figure out which one you fit into isn't a bad idea. But continuing to do that even after then is a bad one. Sure you'll be welcome in all the big circles, but you won't really have a place in any which makes all the difference.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And number three, when you realize your mistake (refer to number two), and have finally decided on which group you want to stick with, it isn't an easy job getting into it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I know I may sound a little superficial, but I could really use some good advice at the moment. Care to spare a few wise words? &amp;lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5801524931325429645-2173202590864953855?l=thereisnosuchthingasperfect.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thereisnosuchthingasperfect.blogspot.com/feeds/2173202590864953855/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thereisnosuchthingasperfect.blogspot.com/2011/05/color-my-life-with-chaos-of-trouble-500.html#comment-form' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5801524931325429645/posts/default/2173202590864953855'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5801524931325429645/posts/default/2173202590864953855'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thereisnosuchthingasperfect.blogspot.com/2011/05/color-my-life-with-chaos-of-trouble-500.html' title='&quot;Color my life with the chaos of trouble.&quot; -500 Days of Summer'/><author><name>Lily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00303634142344805296</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-A5lLB3ld4RY/Ta0L9wdGiOI/AAAAAAAAAyw/UgdQI47tEA4/s220/leighton.PNG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-oTWzbNltZQ4/Tc86bj6o6xI/AAAAAAAAA1s/nBmZ6ODhVRY/s72-c/coats.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5801524931325429645.post-6757200151691615935</id><published>2011-05-06T20:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-06T20:15:33.677-07:00</updated><title type='text'>"Every time I see your face, my heart takes off on a high speed chase." -Lifehouse.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I was in the city this week after so long, and despite the sky being cloudy and grey, the city never fails to disappoint me! I love walking along the cobbled streets, seeing all the different characters and towering historical buildings, walking past the sparkling display windows of lit-up stores, and the general business and hustle of city life :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ml_Ra6lQIbA/TcSyLJ_mwLI/AAAAAAAAA1U/1KHjup5-63E/s1600/city1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ml_Ra6lQIbA/TcSyLJ_mwLI/AAAAAAAAA1U/1KHjup5-63E/s640/city1.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-KoSTwEJVwec/TcSyL99rQ1I/AAAAAAAAA1Y/yA-NApWr2II/s1600/city2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="426" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-KoSTwEJVwec/TcSyL99rQ1I/AAAAAAAAA1Y/yA-NApWr2II/s640/city2.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;But what I enjoy most is seeing all the winter street- fashion :) This chilly season, I'm loving printed, over- sized slouchy&amp;nbsp;knitted&amp;nbsp;sweaters. Worn just with leggings or stockings with shorts/ skirts, and boots, they're so versatile and comfy! I couldn't find any pictures of printed ones I really liked though, so here's two outfits I put together on &lt;a href="http://www.polyvore.com/"&gt;Polyvore&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;with plain over- sized sweaters worn with printed leggings- which looks just as fabulous :) Let me know what you think? &amp;lt;3&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-TDjoCHPZZo8/TcSrJDGoSBI/AAAAAAAAA1I/70Elf1Zz35A/s1600/outfits.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-TDjoCHPZZo8/TcSrJDGoSBI/AAAAAAAAA1I/70Elf1Zz35A/s1600/outfits.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;FAVOURITE SONGS OF THE WEEK :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Lifehouse- It Is What It Is &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="25" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/8T80Lwrvfic" width="640"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Lifehouse- Falling In&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="25" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/Bzr2tgXPsVM" width="640"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Fireflight- Wrapped In Your Arms&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="25" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/M24Wb6aBuhs" width="640"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5801524931325429645-6757200151691615935?l=thereisnosuchthingasperfect.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thereisnosuchthingasperfect.blogspot.com/feeds/6757200151691615935/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thereisnosuchthingasperfect.blogspot.com/2011/05/every-time-i-see-your-face-my-heart.html#comment-form' title='13 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5801524931325429645/posts/default/6757200151691615935'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5801524931325429645/posts/default/6757200151691615935'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thereisnosuchthingasperfect.blogspot.com/2011/05/every-time-i-see-your-face-my-heart.html' title='&quot;Every time I see your face, my heart takes off on a high speed chase.&quot; -Lifehouse.'/><author><name>Lily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00303634142344805296</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-A5lLB3ld4RY/Ta0L9wdGiOI/AAAAAAAAAyw/UgdQI47tEA4/s220/leighton.PNG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ml_Ra6lQIbA/TcSyLJ_mwLI/AAAAAAAAA1U/1KHjup5-63E/s72-c/city1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>13</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5801524931325429645.post-3855464700753527660</id><published>2011-04-29T21:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-30T02:23:15.593-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Whoever said fairy tales weren't real?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I have been giddy with excitement, holding my breath for the royal wedding this whole week! So when it finally came to Friday night, I curled up on the couch  under my blanket, with a bowl of cookies and cream ice- cream, to enjoy it in the best possible way :) And I've got to say, "Wow!"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-PUVPX4GMg38/Tbty59gdscI/AAAAAAAAA0g/pxu3tBzKi4U/s1600/katem.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-PUVPX4GMg38/Tbty59gdscI/AAAAAAAAA0g/pxu3tBzKi4U/s1600/katem.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Kate's dress was stunning! Simple and elegant with detailed, fitted lace sleeves, it was absolutely gorgeous :) But of course, the dress is really nothing without the bride! Kate, being such a beautiful and confident woman, looked beautiful :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really need more lace in my wardrobe! It's feminine, prettily patterned and adds a lovely vintage touch to any outfit. Whether it's on tops, cardigans or dresses, one can never go wrong with lace. Here's some lovely pieces I found on Polyvore &amp;lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-_2Qipnif4n4/TbvRvm0ZebI/AAAAAAAAA04/zM0qz-JmaYI/s1600/tops.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-_2Qipnif4n4/TbvRvm0ZebI/AAAAAAAAA04/zM0qz-JmaYI/s1600/tops.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-AXsSKA3iCnA/TbuTCOG75zI/AAAAAAAAA0k/Dy2etEOMUiI/s1600/cardigans.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="244" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-AXsSKA3iCnA/TbuTCOG75zI/AAAAAAAAA0k/Dy2etEOMUiI/s640/cardigans.png" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-rfyChzCNVFM/TbvRtZokmLI/AAAAAAAAA00/h5Avpt_9Iro/s1600/dresses.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-rfyChzCNVFM/TbvRtZokmLI/AAAAAAAAA00/h5Avpt_9Iro/s1600/dresses.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Feeling extremely jealous of everyone celebrating in London at the moment! Ciao &amp;lt;3&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5801524931325429645-3855464700753527660?l=thereisnosuchthingasperfect.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thereisnosuchthingasperfect.blogspot.com/feeds/3855464700753527660/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thereisnosuchthingasperfect.blogspot.com/2011/04/ill-be-your-crying-shoulder-ill-be.html#comment-form' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5801524931325429645/posts/default/3855464700753527660'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5801524931325429645/posts/default/3855464700753527660'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thereisnosuchthingasperfect.blogspot.com/2011/04/ill-be-your-crying-shoulder-ill-be.html' title='Whoever said fairy tales weren&apos;t real?'/><author><name>Lily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00303634142344805296</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-A5lLB3ld4RY/Ta0L9wdGiOI/AAAAAAAAAyw/UgdQI47tEA4/s220/leighton.PNG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-PUVPX4GMg38/Tbty59gdscI/AAAAAAAAA0g/pxu3tBzKi4U/s72-c/katem.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5801524931325429645.post-6369702036507345625</id><published>2011-04-18T22:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-19T07:33:49.644-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I know I've been gone for a while and I'm sorry, but here's a post filled with lots of lovely things and people to make up for it :)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Hello lovely ones! I've figured that me posting has unfortunately become a monthly thing to do as my schoolwork is literally killing me. I actually shouldn't even be posting now as I have not completed my holiday homework and there is only a week left 'til school starts :( I even deactivated my Facebook account so I wouldn't distract me, but it seems like Tumblr has officially taken it's place as I keep checking it like I did my notifications! Honestly, technology will be the reason I end up with no job :/&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-XegSfHqrpls/Ta0bLdt3u7I/AAAAAAAAAzs/_ecsJfWniQ8/s1600/floral+blasers.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="290" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-XegSfHqrpls/Ta0bLdt3u7I/AAAAAAAAAzs/_ecsJfWniQ8/s640/floral+blasers.png" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;On a happier note, you know what I'm loving at the moment? Printed blazers. Floral ones! They're so gorgeous and sophisticated and lovely and OHMYGOD I WANT ONE SO BAD.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ZQ_UgY8cjp8/Ta0grPntO7I/AAAAAAAAAzw/e5zFEYhphxE/s1600/tumblr_ljtql9IUvl1qe6diwo1_500.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="366" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ZQ_UgY8cjp8/Ta0grPntO7I/AAAAAAAAAzw/e5zFEYhphxE/s640/tumblr_ljtql9IUvl1qe6diwo1_500.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ugh, I must go tackle my homework now :( &amp;nbsp;BUT, I'll leave you with some Nina Dobrev and Ian Somerhalder goodness &amp;lt;3 Photos of them together at Coachella have been all over my Tumblr (&lt;a href="http://letsframeeverymoment.tumblr.com/"&gt;http://letsframeeverymoment.tumblr.com/&lt;/a&gt;)&amp;nbsp;dashboard this week. But I'm not complaining, they look so lovely together! Why can't they see it as we do? WHY?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-OTimPamORY8/Ta0iTEFUwTI/AAAAAAAAAz0/_vHxRqLov_4/s1600/blaaaaaaaaaaair.gif" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="360" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-OTimPamORY8/Ta0iTEFUwTI/AAAAAAAAAz0/_vHxRqLov_4/s640/blaaaaaaaaaaair.gif" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 1px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 1px; font-size: medium;"&gt;♥&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;P.S&lt;br /&gt;If you're wondering about the name change, I feel like &lt;i&gt;Girl With The Broken Smile &amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;doesn't really define me anymore. It's too pessimistic. &lt;i&gt;Lily &lt;/i&gt;was my Grandmother's name so I'm using that now instead. Oh and I would be delighted to hear what you guys think about my new header! Love 'til next time :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 1px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 1px; font-size: medium;"&gt;♥&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;P.P.S&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-d6Y25BfLTgM/Ta2E8_AxxGI/AAAAAAAAAz4/-ay2BXlnr6g/s1600/hunger+games.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="248" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-d6Y25BfLTgM/Ta2E8_AxxGI/AAAAAAAAAz4/-ay2BXlnr6g/s640/hunger+games.png" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How could I forget to talk about &lt;i&gt;The Hunger Games&lt;/i&gt;? HOW!? Any who, now that I've remembered, I'd love to know what you guys think :) Turns out none of the fan casts have turned out to be true yet, but I do think they've picked a good cast. I'm not completely convinced with Liam Hemsworth as Gale yet, but then again I didn't like Josh Hutcherson as Peeta at first either (his name immediately brought to mind the little kid from &lt;i&gt;Zathura &lt;/i&gt;and &lt;i&gt;Bridge to Terebithia). &lt;/i&gt;&lt;b&gt;BUT BUT BUT WAIT! &lt;/b&gt;After watching this interview of Josh's, I was completely won over and now think, there could not be a better Peeta in this world! I mean, &lt;i&gt;come on, &lt;/i&gt;he's funny and addresses the interviewer as "Sir". If that's not Peeta, I don't know what is :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="349" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/8QogI_GqBMc?rel=0" title="YouTube video player" width="560"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 1px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 1px; font-size: medium;"&gt;♥&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;P.P.P.S&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I&amp;nbsp;apologize, really, I do! This isn't bothering you, is it? It's just that not writing here in a month gives me so much to say in one little post! Any who, just thought I've mentioned that one of my friends has successfully gotten me to start watching the fifth season of &lt;i&gt;Doctor Who &lt;/i&gt;and I've gotta say I love it! Matt Smith is absolutely brilliant :) I'm up to episode eight at the moment, which means I &lt;i&gt;need&lt;/i&gt; to get a move on before the sixth season comes out :) Hi- five if you watch it too?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-2AF2gd1s8dg/Ta2c5fcpJBI/AAAAAAAAA0U/iUuW4aHgKkc/s1600/hi5.gif" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="352" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-2AF2gd1s8dg/Ta2c5fcpJBI/AAAAAAAAA0U/iUuW4aHgKkc/s640/hi5.gif" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;OK THIS TIME I'M REALLY GOING. NO REALLY I AM. TATAAA&amp;nbsp;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 1px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 1px; font-size: medium;"&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/5801524931325429645-6369702036507345625?l=thereisnosuchthingasperfect.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thereisnosuchthingasperfect.blogspot.com/feeds/6369702036507345625/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thereisnosuchthingasperfect.blogspot.com/2011/04/my-head-is-stuck-in-clouds.html#comment-form' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5801524931325429645/posts/default/6369702036507345625'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5801524931325429645/posts/default/6369702036507345625'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thereisnosuchthingasperfect.blogspot.com/2011/04/my-head-is-stuck-in-clouds.html' title='I know I&apos;ve been gone for a while and I&apos;m sorry, but here&apos;s a post filled with lots of lovely things and people to make up for it :)'/><author><name>Lily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00303634142344805296</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-A5lLB3ld4RY/Ta0L9wdGiOI/AAAAAAAAAyw/UgdQI47tEA4/s220/leighton.PNG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-XegSfHqrpls/Ta0bLdt3u7I/AAAAAAAAAzs/_ecsJfWniQ8/s72-c/floral+blasers.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5801524931325429645.post-8821931833059153083</id><published>2011-03-15T23:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-17T00:04:38.168-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Spontaneity is a talent, and I really wish I had it.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Boo :) Sorry for the wait guys, I know it's been more than a month since I've been here and it's been bugging me too. I haven't really been as awesome as I like to be either, school's basically sucking the life out of me right now with all the assignments I'm getting and some people I know have really been pissing me off. But bad news aside, I have finally bought (Well actually my Mum bought them for me, God bless her) a pair of combat boots and skinny cargo pants! They look so awesome when worn together that I actually find myself looking forward to winter for once! Right now, the weather's way too hot and humid to go into military fashion :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-FEXDdXbfj0U/TXsPqAuBPTI/AAAAAAAAAxo/gCRZlB0yNYM/s1600/jjjjj.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="332" src="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-FEXDdXbfj0U/TXsPqAuBPTI/AAAAAAAAAxo/gCRZlB0yNYM/s640/jjjjj.png" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the way guys, if you have a Tumblr, PRETTY PLEASE check out mine at&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://letsframeeverymoment.tumblr.com/"&gt;http://letsframeeverymoment.tumblr.com&lt;/a&gt;!&amp;nbsp;Also, leave the link to yours in a comment on this post so I can pay YOU a visit and we can party :) Love!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-kIiw3eANvb4/TYBaP8nbyFI/AAAAAAAAAxw/JBcEgmwx9ks/s1600/dancing.gif" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="352" src="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-kIiw3eANvb4/TYBaP8nbyFI/AAAAAAAAAxw/JBcEgmwx9ks/s640/dancing.gif" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;P.S Can anyone recommend some good TV shows I could get obsessed with? I need something to look forward to when Vampire Diaries goes on breaks (WE HAVE TO WAIT 'TIL APRIL AND IT SUCKS).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-kIiw3eANvb4/TYBaP8nbyFI/AAAAAAAAAxw/JBcEgmwx9ks/s1600/dancing.gif" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-ON6ANMIONls/TYBct-F0WfI/AAAAAAAAAx0/o4gaGO1syJY/s1600/tumblr_lft4gu8omZ1qchw5ro1_500.gif" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-ON6ANMIONls/TYBct-F0WfI/AAAAAAAAAx0/o4gaGO1syJY/s1600/tumblr_lft4gu8omZ1qchw5ro1_500.gif" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-ON6ANMIONls/TYBct-F0WfI/AAAAAAAAAx0/o4gaGO1syJY/s1600/tumblr_lft4gu8omZ1qchw5ro1_500.gif" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="328" src="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-ON6ANMIONls/TYBct-F0WfI/AAAAAAAAAx0/o4gaGO1syJY/s640/tumblr_lft4gu8omZ1qchw5ro1_500.gif" width="640" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-YZVjTZzYU_Q/TXsP9NTdIaI/AAAAAAAAAxs/cM7PbkdM5JU/s1600/confidence.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-FEXDdXbfj0U/TXsPqAuBPTI/AAAAAAAAAxo/gCRZlB0yNYM/s1600/jjjjj.png" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5801524931325429645-8821931833059153083?l=thereisnosuchthingasperfect.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thereisnosuchthingasperfect.blogspot.com/feeds/8821931833059153083/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thereisnosuchthingasperfect.blogspot.com/2011/03/somehow-you-have-shattered-my-defence.html#comment-form' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5801524931325429645/posts/default/8821931833059153083'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5801524931325429645/posts/default/8821931833059153083'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thereisnosuchthingasperfect.blogspot.com/2011/03/somehow-you-have-shattered-my-defence.html' title='Spontaneity is a talent, and I really wish I had it.'/><author><name>Lily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00303634142344805296</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-A5lLB3ld4RY/Ta0L9wdGiOI/AAAAAAAAAyw/UgdQI47tEA4/s220/leighton.PNG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-FEXDdXbfj0U/TXsPqAuBPTI/AAAAAAAAAxo/gCRZlB0yNYM/s72-c/jjjjj.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5801524931325429645.post-5007418616438017956</id><published>2011-02-20T01:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-20T23:06:55.129-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Take the both of us, and we're the perfect two.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Good day my lovelies :) Sorry for the delay, but school has been extremely distracting. In my last post I mentioned how nervous I was about going to a new school and I was EXTREMELY nervous. But I've gotten over that and have made new friends and am settling in well THANK GOD.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Just thought I'd quickly post to say HOW BADLY I want skinny cargo pants...&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-XUmTAnJhGZQ/TWDcBMmCWOI/AAAAAAAAAxk/LxI3Um77cs0/s1600/cargo.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-XUmTAnJhGZQ/TWDcBMmCWOI/AAAAAAAAAxk/LxI3Um77cs0/s640/cargo.png" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;...and lace up ankle boots. Aren't they amazingly awesome? And when put together, they're AWE-MAZING :D And speaking of things that are &lt;i&gt;awe-mazing&lt;/i&gt;, anyone watched the latest episode of Vampire Diaries? I know, my mouth was hanging open too. Love 'til next time!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Sm91m5EwFx0/TWDb9boPKhI/AAAAAAAAAxg/4OvWNKNddoY/s1600/boots.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Sm91m5EwFx0/TWDb9boPKhI/AAAAAAAAAxg/4OvWNKNddoY/s640/boots.png" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5801524931325429645-5007418616438017956?l=thereisnosuchthingasperfect.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thereisnosuchthingasperfect.blogspot.com/feeds/5007418616438017956/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thereisnosuchthingasperfect.blogspot.com/2011/02/youre-apple-to-my-pie-youre-straw-to-my.html#comment-form' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5801524931325429645/posts/default/5007418616438017956'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5801524931325429645/posts/default/5007418616438017956'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thereisnosuchthingasperfect.blogspot.com/2011/02/youre-apple-to-my-pie-youre-straw-to-my.html' title='Take the both of us, and we&apos;re the perfect two.'/><author><name>Lily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00303634142344805296</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-A5lLB3ld4RY/Ta0L9wdGiOI/AAAAAAAAAyw/UgdQI47tEA4/s220/leighton.PNG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-XUmTAnJhGZQ/TWDcBMmCWOI/AAAAAAAAAxk/LxI3Um77cs0/s72-c/cargo.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5801524931325429645.post-6382373347550819576</id><published>2011-02-02T20:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-04T16:51:02.358-08:00</updated><title type='text'>5 Things I'm thinking right now. BAM!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: center;"&gt;1. Combat boots look &lt;em&gt;so bloody good&lt;/em&gt;, I &lt;em&gt;need&lt;/em&gt; a pair!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VlzphUH5B-I/TUd4DeoLBKI/AAAAAAAAAxI/gSDqhxO5tQM/s1600/cb.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="cssfloat: right; margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="426" s5="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VlzphUH5B-I/TUd4DeoLBKI/AAAAAAAAAxI/gSDqhxO5tQM/s640/cb.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;2. This movie was amazing.&amp;nbsp;Never knew Rapunzel was&lt;em&gt; this&amp;nbsp;cool.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VlzphUH5B-I/TUozbQpJ8_I/AAAAAAAAAxU/e-UhOrdN_ZE/s1600/tumblr_lfuktuzuOv1qb9uyvo1_500_large.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="344" s5="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VlzphUH5B-I/TUozbQpJ8_I/AAAAAAAAAxU/e-UhOrdN_ZE/s640/tumblr_lfuktuzuOv1qb9uyvo1_500_large.png" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;3. &lt;em&gt;Vampire Diaries &lt;/em&gt;is back! YESSSSS :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VlzphUH5B-I/TUeBzhU5usI/AAAAAAAAAxQ/qqWHcqOCunc/s1600/vd.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="560" s5="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VlzphUH5B-I/TUeBzhU5usI/AAAAAAAAAxQ/qqWHcqOCunc/s640/vd.png" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;4. &lt;em&gt;Bloodstream&lt;/em&gt; by Stateless. This song is&lt;em&gt; so beautiful&lt;/em&gt;. Lovely, lovely, &lt;em&gt;lovely. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="25" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/FBIUm9vCsLw" title="YouTube video player" width="640"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;5. School starts tomorrow :O Am having the biggest panic attack! New school. New friends. I've never gone through this before and don't know if I can :S &lt;br /&gt;Stomach feels queasy and my palms are sweating. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Dear God, please help me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5801524931325429645-6382373347550819576?l=thereisnosuchthingasperfect.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thereisnosuchthingasperfect.blogspot.com/feeds/6382373347550819576/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thereisnosuchthingasperfect.blogspot.com/2011/02/5-things-im-thinking-right-now-bam.html#comment-form' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5801524931325429645/posts/default/6382373347550819576'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5801524931325429645/posts/default/6382373347550819576'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thereisnosuchthingasperfect.blogspot.com/2011/02/5-things-im-thinking-right-now-bam.html' title='5 Things I&apos;m thinking right now. BAM!'/><author><name>Lily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00303634142344805296</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-A5lLB3ld4RY/Ta0L9wdGiOI/AAAAAAAAAyw/UgdQI47tEA4/s220/leighton.PNG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VlzphUH5B-I/TUd4DeoLBKI/AAAAAAAAAxI/gSDqhxO5tQM/s72-c/cb.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5801524931325429645.post-2653802998345706203</id><published>2011-01-23T21:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-23T23:57:44.551-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Every Little Thing You Do, I Do Adore</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: center;"&gt;Hey guys! Hope everyone's having a fab holiday,&amp;nbsp;and if your not on holiday, hope school/work is going good :) School is going to be starting soon and I really don't want to go, but hey I guess I've got to unless I wanna end up as a hobo on the street haha! This past week, I've just been lazing around watching old movies, shopping for school supplies, baking (that didn't turn out so well!), going to the pool, and &lt;em&gt;planning&lt;/em&gt; on going to the gym with my friends lol :) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: center;"&gt;I&amp;nbsp;&lt;em&gt;need &lt;/em&gt;to get fit before school starts!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: center;"&gt;Any who, let's talk about jumpsuits! I didn't really like them when they first came out, but I think they've grown on me. I like the patterned ones most, and tried one on yesterday (at my Mum's&amp;nbsp;persuasion, "All big actresses used to wear them in my day!")&amp;nbsp;but didn't buy it having doubts on whether it really suited me. I mean, I'm not exactly tall and I hardly ever wear heels :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: center;"&gt;Although in this picture, the girl on the right wearing the floral jumpsuit isn't wearing heels and it actually still looks pretty good! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: center;"&gt;Penny for your thoughts?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VlzphUH5B-I/TTz-E6dXBaI/AAAAAAAAAxA/oWR5ZKKZYJk/s1600/jump+2.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="548" s5="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VlzphUH5B-I/TTz-E6dXBaI/AAAAAAAAAxA/oWR5ZKKZYJk/s640/jump+2.png" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VlzphUH5B-I/TTz8m1p3tjI/AAAAAAAAAw8/PJS9NhQVsII/s1600/jump.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="434" s5="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VlzphUH5B-I/TTz8m1p3tjI/AAAAAAAAAw8/PJS9NhQVsII/s640/jump.png" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Oh and guys if you have a Tumblr, (or even if you don't!) please take a little trouble to visit mine. Just click on the little cupcake on the sidebar! And as&amp;nbsp;I love to end my posts with a love song when I can, here's&amp;nbsp;a favourite of mine&amp;nbsp;by Mindy Gledhill, called &lt;em&gt;I Do Adore&lt;/em&gt;. Hope you guys like it! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;iframe allowfullscreen="" class="youtube-player" frameborder="0" height="25" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/_edGZgGebFM" title="YouTube video player" type="text/html" width="640"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VlzphUH5B-I/TT0MseBLfmI/AAAAAAAAAxE/nR04Sz9FGAU/s1600/ronhermione.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="428" s5="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VlzphUH5B-I/TT0MseBLfmI/AAAAAAAAAxE/nR04Sz9FGAU/s640/ronhermione.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Love from moi :) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;P.S. For my fellow Jane Austen fans, here's a link I think you'll love!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The Jane Austen Project (Tumblr)- &lt;a href="http://ilovejaneausten.tumblr.com/tagged/My_top_10_Jane_Austen_Heartbreaking_moments(film)"&gt;My top 10 Jane Austen Heartbreaking moments(film)&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5801524931325429645-2653802998345706203?l=thereisnosuchthingasperfect.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thereisnosuchthingasperfect.blogspot.com/feeds/2653802998345706203/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thereisnosuchthingasperfect.blogspot.com/2011/01/you-hypnotize-me.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5801524931325429645/posts/default/2653802998345706203'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5801524931325429645/posts/default/2653802998345706203'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thereisnosuchthingasperfect.blogspot.com/2011/01/you-hypnotize-me.html' title='Every Little Thing You Do, I Do Adore'/><author><name>Lily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00303634142344805296</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-A5lLB3ld4RY/Ta0L9wdGiOI/AAAAAAAAAyw/UgdQI47tEA4/s220/leighton.PNG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VlzphUH5B-I/TTz-E6dXBaI/AAAAAAAAAxA/oWR5ZKKZYJk/s72-c/jump+2.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5801524931325429645.post-4276154856661938141</id><published>2011-01-17T18:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-17T18:26:17.593-08:00</updated><title type='text'>This dress is so stunning I want to eat it.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VlzphUH5B-I/TTPR9XDS7xI/AAAAAAAAAwo/HpJu9w9APGA/s1600/fdas.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="489" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VlzphUH5B-I/TTPR9XDS7xI/AAAAAAAAAwo/HpJu9w9APGA/s640/fdas.png" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5801524931325429645-4276154856661938141?l=thereisnosuchthingasperfect.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thereisnosuchthingasperfect.blogspot.com/feeds/4276154856661938141/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thereisnosuchthingasperfect.blogspot.com/2011/01/this-dress-is-so-stunning-i-want-to-eat.html#comment-form' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5801524931325429645/posts/default/4276154856661938141'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5801524931325429645/posts/default/4276154856661938141'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thereisnosuchthingasperfect.blogspot.com/2011/01/this-dress-is-so-stunning-i-want-to-eat.html' title='This dress is so stunning I want to eat it.'/><author><name>Lily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00303634142344805296</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-A5lLB3ld4RY/Ta0L9wdGiOI/AAAAAAAAAyw/UgdQI47tEA4/s220/leighton.PNG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VlzphUH5B-I/TTPR9XDS7xI/AAAAAAAAAwo/HpJu9w9APGA/s72-c/fdas.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5801524931325429645.post-7345667905838261862</id><published>2011-01-13T17:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-13T18:55:42.169-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Heard it Through The Grapevine.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Hey all, just a quick little post&amp;nbsp;:) The weather is being really crappy and my life is quite stressed out what with school starting in about 3 weeks! Ugh, I'm not so good with new places. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Any who, I'm not a fashion blogger, but I just had to share these pictures of Blair and Serena's outfits that I found for inspiration! I've realised it's all about the hats, heels,blazers,&amp;nbsp;sparkly/lacey/patterned dresses, long, loose curls and&amp;nbsp;headbands! I love all these outfits, which one's caught your eye?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="386" n4="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VlzphUH5B-I/TS-1QaRBkWI/AAAAAAAAAwI/zUlm9Ztk-MI/s640/pic1.png" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VlzphUH5B-I/TS-2S0dt3nI/AAAAAAAAAwM/SIo7t89cm4k/s1600/Untitled.png" imageanchor="1" style="cssfloat: right; margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="314" n4="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VlzphUH5B-I/TS-2S0dt3nI/AAAAAAAAAwM/SIo7t89cm4k/s640/Untitled.png" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VlzphUH5B-I/TS-4zQjmxkI/AAAAAAAAAwU/QB-sOE8pT5c/s1600/Untitled2.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="336" n4="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VlzphUH5B-I/TS-4zQjmxkI/AAAAAAAAAwU/QB-sOE8pT5c/s640/Untitled2.png" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VlzphUH5B-I/TS-v67L4olI/AAAAAAAAAwA/xwrdnrk89YY/s1600/dresses.png" imageanchor="1" style="cssfloat: right; margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="428" n4="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VlzphUH5B-I/TS-v67L4olI/AAAAAAAAAwA/xwrdnrk89YY/s640/dresses.png" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VlzphUH5B-I/TS-uKY9ceUI/AAAAAAAAAv4/YOTl7d-5reY/s1600/blazers.png" imageanchor="1" style="cssfloat: right; margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="490" n4="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VlzphUH5B-I/TS-uKY9ceUI/AAAAAAAAAv4/YOTl7d-5reY/s640/blazers.png" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and speaking of &lt;em&gt;Gossip Girl,&lt;/em&gt; here's&amp;nbsp;another song I'm loving&amp;nbsp;from the &lt;em&gt;Country Strong Soundtrack&lt;/em&gt; by Leighton Meester. She is so bloody talented. The song's called &lt;em&gt;Summer Girl&lt;/em&gt; and plainly put, is awesome :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;"'Cause I'm just a Summer Girl&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I wear my flip flops&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;When I let my hair down,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;That's when the party starts.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And who needs a boyfriend?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I've got my girlfriends&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And when we get together,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The summer never ends..."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Wish the weather would brighten up a bit so I &lt;em&gt;could&lt;/em&gt; get my flip flops on! Love :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="385" width="480"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/ducxWuqS4EE?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/ducxWuqS4EE?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="640" height="25"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5801524931325429645-7345667905838261862?l=thereisnosuchthingasperfect.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thereisnosuchthingasperfect.blogspot.com/feeds/7345667905838261862/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thereisnosuchthingasperfect.blogspot.com/2011/01/heard-it-through-grapevine.html#comment-form' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5801524931325429645/posts/default/7345667905838261862'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5801524931325429645/posts/default/7345667905838261862'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thereisnosuchthingasperfect.blogspot.com/2011/01/heard-it-through-grapevine.html' title='Heard it Through The Grapevine.'/><author><name>Lily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00303634142344805296</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-A5lLB3ld4RY/Ta0L9wdGiOI/AAAAAAAAAyw/UgdQI47tEA4/s220/leighton.PNG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VlzphUH5B-I/TS-1QaRBkWI/AAAAAAAAAwI/zUlm9Ztk-MI/s72-c/pic1.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5801524931325429645.post-8681902434285939506</id><published>2011-01-09T23:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-13T15:21:25.294-08:00</updated><title type='text'>We All Wanna Be Famous.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Ok, I can't think of a new name either, but thanks for all the kind words guys :) I'll change it when the right name comes along! On another matter, am not feeling so good at the moment unfortunately. It's funny, just when you think life is absolutely perfect and you have no complaints, it turns aound and slaps you in the face. But I won't go into this any further, but shall tell you all about my great weekend!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VlzphUH5B-I/TSqwvjVEDcI/AAAAAAAAAtg/0rp3svab4wM/s1600/city.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="cssfloat: left; margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="425" n4="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VlzphUH5B-I/TSqwvjVEDcI/AAAAAAAAAtg/0rp3svab4wM/s640/city.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I went to this all-you-can-eat restaurant in the city with my family and friends. I love the way the city looks at night, when all the light comes on and it's buzzing with life. The food at the place we went to was also divine, especially the desserts. I went crazy and tried every single one!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VlzphUH5B-I/TSqxciEB5VI/AAAAAAAAAtk/l5HYIlke-yc/s1600/pudding.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="cssfloat: left; margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="307" n4="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VlzphUH5B-I/TSqxciEB5VI/AAAAAAAAAtk/l5HYIlke-yc/s640/pudding.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Oh yes, there was pudding. Sticky date in fact which is my favourite! And cheesecake,&amp;nbsp;tiramisu,&amp;nbsp;chocolate mousse...OMG MY MOUTH IS&amp;nbsp;WATERING. I also ate my first mussel that night, which was actually not bad. And I attempted to eat an oyster. I say &lt;em&gt;attempted&lt;/em&gt; because I plucked up the courage to put&amp;nbsp;the slimy thing&amp;nbsp;in my mouth but then ended up spitting it out! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VlzphUH5B-I/TSw_e1GWo1I/AAAAAAAAAuU/v5aN73C_7dw/s1600/pud.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="cssfloat: left; margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="468" n4="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VlzphUH5B-I/TSw_e1GWo1I/AAAAAAAAAuU/v5aN73C_7dw/s640/pud.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Next week it's one of my friends' birthday parties, and the theme is &lt;em&gt;Gossip Girl. &lt;/em&gt;So we're all going to be wearing heels and red lipstick! Looking forward to it as that may as well be the last fun I have in these holidays. We're getting to the business end of the month where I've got to now focus on what-the-hell I am going to do about school starting. Dear God, I shiver at the simple thought of it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;xoxo :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VlzphUH5B-I/TSq12uhyu8I/AAAAAAAAAts/EKz0BH64GjE/s1600/red.png" imageanchor="1" style="cssfloat: left; margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="403" n4="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VlzphUH5B-I/TSq12uhyu8I/AAAAAAAAAts/EKz0BH64GjE/s640/red.png" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5801524931325429645-8681902434285939506?l=thereisnosuchthingasperfect.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thereisnosuchthingasperfect.blogspot.com/feeds/8681902434285939506/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thereisnosuchthingasperfect.blogspot.com/2011/01/we-all-wanna-be-famous.html#comment-form' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5801524931325429645/posts/default/8681902434285939506'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5801524931325429645/posts/default/8681902434285939506'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thereisnosuchthingasperfect.blogspot.com/2011/01/we-all-wanna-be-famous.html' title='We All Wanna Be Famous.'/><author><name>Lily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00303634142344805296</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-A5lLB3ld4RY/Ta0L9wdGiOI/AAAAAAAAAyw/UgdQI47tEA4/s220/leighton.PNG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VlzphUH5B-I/TSqwvjVEDcI/AAAAAAAAAtg/0rp3svab4wM/s72-c/city.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5801524931325429645.post-5963328503954112295</id><published>2011-01-05T19:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-05T19:45:41.177-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Who's That Chick?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Hola everyone! I've decided to change my name on blogger. &lt;em&gt;Girl With The Broken Smile&lt;/em&gt;, despite being a phrase from one of my favourite Maroon 5 songs, has now become an identitity &lt;em&gt;I want no longer&lt;/em&gt;. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I want a &lt;em&gt;new&lt;/em&gt; name, a name that describes &lt;em&gt;the person who I want to be this year&lt;/em&gt; and not who I &lt;em&gt;was&lt;/em&gt; or maybe &lt;em&gt;still am&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;. A much more jollier, confident and &lt;em&gt;not-afraid-to-take-a-chance&lt;/em&gt; one at that.&amp;nbsp;I was thinking along the lines of &amp;nbsp;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Capt'n Awesome? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Lol, &lt;em&gt;that&lt;/em&gt; or something &lt;em&gt;like that&lt;/em&gt;. But I would&amp;nbsp;really appreciate&amp;nbsp;any suggestions! Let me know what you guys think!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VlzphUH5B-I/TSU3oWh911I/AAAAAAAAAtY/6CrXxkPZRd4/s1600/tumblr_lei4r3Wbiy1qajb8fo1_500_large.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="426" n4="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VlzphUH5B-I/TSU3oWh911I/AAAAAAAAAtY/6CrXxkPZRd4/s640/tumblr_lei4r3Wbiy1qajb8fo1_500_large.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;﻿&lt;br /&gt;Love, ME :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5801524931325429645-5963328503954112295?l=thereisnosuchthingasperfect.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thereisnosuchthingasperfect.blogspot.com/feeds/5963328503954112295/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thereisnosuchthingasperfect.blogspot.com/2011/01/whos-that-chick.html#comment-form' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5801524931325429645/posts/default/5963328503954112295'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5801524931325429645/posts/default/5963328503954112295'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thereisnosuchthingasperfect.blogspot.com/2011/01/whos-that-chick.html' title='Who&apos;s That Chick?'/><author><name>Lily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00303634142344805296</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-A5lLB3ld4RY/Ta0L9wdGiOI/AAAAAAAAAyw/UgdQI47tEA4/s220/leighton.PNG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VlzphUH5B-I/TSU3oWh911I/AAAAAAAAAtY/6CrXxkPZRd4/s72-c/tumblr_lei4r3Wbiy1qajb8fo1_500_large.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5801524931325429645.post-7209644149714417230</id><published>2011-01-03T23:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-04T17:33:18.420-08:00</updated><title type='text'>"Where to miss?"... "The stars."</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: center;"&gt;Boo! Hahahaha sorry just had to do that. Any who, news first! My New Year's Eve night was&lt;em&gt; brilliant&lt;/em&gt;. My friends and I danced til' we had blisters on our feet (too much information?). Now since I'm not much of a dancer, I usually stand around awkwardly when they go crazy on the dancefloor, but as I've decided that this year I'm going to &lt;em&gt;loosen up&lt;/em&gt; more,&lt;em&gt; I let myself go&lt;/em&gt; and went &lt;em&gt;crazy&lt;/em&gt; with them. And &lt;em&gt;gosh&lt;/em&gt; did it feel &lt;em&gt;good.&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VlzphUH5B-I/TSLFkWkx4QI/AAAAAAAAAtI/jpf2ME6SiiI/s1600/tumblr_legx1xNijS1qe0svdo1_400_large.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="424" n4="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VlzphUH5B-I/TSLFkWkx4QI/AAAAAAAAAtI/jpf2ME6SiiI/s640/tumblr_legx1xNijS1qe0svdo1_400_large.png" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: center;"&gt;The rest of my holidays shall mostly just be about relaxing until school starts again. God, and I haven't even bought any of my books, stationary or uniform! Gah, must add 'be more organised' to list of resolutions for the year.&amp;nbsp;After I pull myself together of course. I watched &lt;em&gt;Titanic&lt;/em&gt; this morning, so I've been bawling my eyes out. Literally.&amp;nbsp;I've watched bits and pieces of it on TV before, but this time I saw the whole, entire movie for the first&amp;nbsp;time, after shocked rants from my friends such as, "AS IF YOU HAVEN'T WATCHED TITANIC!" and "OMG YOU ARE LEONARD-DICAPRIO-&lt;em&gt;DEPRIVED&lt;/em&gt;"&lt;em&gt;.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VlzphUH5B-I/TSKwOqGoRgI/AAAAAAAAAs8/W4u_bNgXhTQ/s1600/4.PNG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="275" n4="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VlzphUH5B-I/TSKwOqGoRgI/AAAAAAAAAs8/W4u_bNgXhTQ/s640/4.PNG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VlzphUH5B-I/TSKxcTsRwuI/AAAAAAAAAtE/zmCVpQfzFDs/s1600/ddd.PNG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="420" n4="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VlzphUH5B-I/TSKxcTsRwuI/AAAAAAAAAtE/zmCVpQfzFDs/s640/ddd.PNG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VlzphUH5B-I/TSKxAsOBeWI/AAAAAAAAAtA/txGRQ4gOAuM/s1600/t.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="417" n4="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VlzphUH5B-I/TSKxAsOBeWI/AAAAAAAAAtA/txGRQ4gOAuM/s640/t.png" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;﻿&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;And so now I've realised that I have been an&lt;em&gt;&amp;nbsp;absolute idiot&lt;/em&gt; for not watching this movie before. It is the most &lt;em&gt;beautiful&lt;/em&gt; thing I've ever seen. Nothing can compare. &lt;em&gt;Nothing.&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;But it also has me thinking, like all my favourite romantic movies &lt;em&gt;always&lt;/em&gt; have me thinking...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VlzphUH5B-I/TSLJxEjHqqI/AAAAAAAAAtM/T9IvORAUkzg/s1600/Capturej.PNG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="355" n4="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VlzphUH5B-I/TSLJxEjHqqI/AAAAAAAAAtM/T9IvORAUkzg/s400/Capturej.PNG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Does love that strong, sincere, unconditional, limitless and&lt;em&gt; true&lt;/em&gt; even exist in &lt;em&gt;reality&lt;/em&gt;? I mean, I've yet to see it beyond the wonderful world of movies and novels, but it has to be &lt;em&gt;somewhere&lt;/em&gt; right? Is it&lt;em&gt;&amp;nbsp;completely&lt;/em&gt; fictional, or is there &lt;em&gt;atleast&lt;/em&gt; something close to it&amp;nbsp;on this planet? And &lt;em&gt;if&lt;/em&gt; there is, will we ever be&lt;em&gt; fortunate&lt;/em&gt; enough to find it? Or will we die without ever &lt;em&gt;experiencing&lt;/em&gt; it? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;I would &lt;em&gt;love &lt;/em&gt;to know your thoughts on this one.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Til' next time, hope you're all having a &lt;em&gt;great&lt;/em&gt; start to the year :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5801524931325429645-7209644149714417230?l=thereisnosuchthingasperfect.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thereisnosuchthingasperfect.blogspot.com/feeds/7209644149714417230/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thereisnosuchthingasperfect.blogspot.com/2011/01/where-to-miss-stars.html#comment-form' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5801524931325429645/posts/default/7209644149714417230'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5801524931325429645/posts/default/7209644149714417230'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thereisnosuchthingasperfect.blogspot.com/2011/01/where-to-miss-stars.html' title='&quot;Where to miss?&quot;... &quot;The stars.&quot;'/><author><name>Lily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00303634142344805296</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-A5lLB3ld4RY/Ta0L9wdGiOI/AAAAAAAAAyw/UgdQI47tEA4/s220/leighton.PNG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VlzphUH5B-I/TSLFkWkx4QI/AAAAAAAAAtI/jpf2ME6SiiI/s72-c/tumblr_legx1xNijS1qe0svdo1_400_large.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5801524931325429645.post-3704485748112371569</id><published>2010-12-29T22:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-02T05:48:38.717-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Don't you just love the feeling a new year gives you?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Like you're &lt;em&gt;at the beginning&lt;/em&gt; of your life once again, all the mistakes from your previous year have been &lt;em&gt;washed away&lt;/em&gt;, and you have &lt;em&gt;another chance&lt;/em&gt; to make everything &lt;em&gt;just right&lt;/em&gt;?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: center;"&gt;Maybe I'm&amp;nbsp;being a little melodramatic, but that honestly is &lt;em&gt;exactly&lt;/em&gt;&amp;nbsp;the way I feel :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: center;"&gt;My plans for New Years Eve are looking pretty good. Me and my friends are planning a sleepover. There'll be makeovers, music, dancing, and who could forget good movies and popcorn to munch on?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VlzphUH5B-I/TRwLHFUrAtI/AAAAAAAAAsg/XAIKYRgG3S4/s1600/tumblr_lbbizpGHUN1qbie78o1_500_large.png" imageanchor="1" style="cssfloat: right; margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" n4="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VlzphUH5B-I/TRwLHFUrAtI/AAAAAAAAAsg/XAIKYRgG3S4/s640/tumblr_lbbizpGHUN1qbie78o1_500_large.png" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VlzphUH5B-I/TRwLgG78FeI/AAAAAAAAAsk/u03tQFkfiNU/s1600/Capture.PNG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="440" n4="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VlzphUH5B-I/TRwLgG78FeI/AAAAAAAAAsk/u03tQFkfiNU/s640/Capture.PNG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VlzphUH5B-I/TRwM-Rn_nRI/AAAAAAAAAso/Ghjmz9BMPFc/s1600/pop.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="426" n4="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VlzphUH5B-I/TRwM-Rn_nRI/AAAAAAAAAso/Ghjmz9BMPFc/s640/pop.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: center;"&gt;To keep&amp;nbsp;this post short and sweet, I'll wrap it&amp;nbsp;up with a love song. Because who doesn't &lt;em&gt;love&lt;/em&gt; a love song?&amp;nbsp;My friend Khadija got me into this one, it's called "Give into Me" from Gwyneth Paltrow's upcoming movie &lt;em&gt;Country Strong. &lt;/em&gt;The movie looks pretty typical, but this song&amp;nbsp;by Leighton Meester and Garret Hedlund is really sweet.&amp;nbsp;Khadija's now&amp;nbsp;crazy about him, but me, I'm not much of&amp;nbsp;a fan of facial hair.&amp;nbsp;However, I did find myself going "Nawwww..." watching the way he looks at Leighton&amp;nbsp;while he's&amp;nbsp;singing!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: center;"&gt;"I'm gonna start a fire,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: center;"&gt;You're gonna feel the heat.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: center;"&gt;I'm gonna &lt;em&gt;burn&lt;/em&gt; for you,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: center;"&gt;You're gonna &lt;em&gt;melt&lt;/em&gt; for me."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object height="385" width="640"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/xwhYSgqF47I?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/xwhYSgqF47I?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="640" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I wish you all, my lovely followers,&amp;nbsp;an&amp;nbsp;UH- MAZING&amp;nbsp;twenty- eleven! Hope&amp;nbsp;that you acheive&amp;nbsp;ALL your &lt;em&gt;goals&lt;/em&gt; and &lt;em&gt;dreams&lt;/em&gt; for the year, and that 2011 proves to be &lt;em&gt;everything&lt;/em&gt; &lt;br /&gt;that you ever&amp;nbsp;&lt;em&gt;wished&lt;/em&gt; it to be!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Lots of love, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;ME :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5801524931325429645-3704485748112371569?l=thereisnosuchthingasperfect.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thereisnosuchthingasperfect.blogspot.com/feeds/3704485748112371569/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thereisnosuchthingasperfect.blogspot.com/2010/12/sing-me-love-song.html#comment-form' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5801524931325429645/posts/default/3704485748112371569'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5801524931325429645/posts/default/3704485748112371569'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thereisnosuchthingasperfect.blogspot.com/2010/12/sing-me-love-song.html' title='Don&apos;t you just love the feeling a new year gives you?'/><author><name>Lily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00303634142344805296</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-A5lLB3ld4RY/Ta0L9wdGiOI/AAAAAAAAAyw/UgdQI47tEA4/s220/leighton.PNG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VlzphUH5B-I/TRwLHFUrAtI/AAAAAAAAAsg/XAIKYRgG3S4/s72-c/tumblr_lbbizpGHUN1qbie78o1_500_large.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5801524931325429645.post-1040562502402511675</id><published>2010-12-22T20:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-22T21:36:10.392-08:00</updated><title type='text'>SUMMER LOVES</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;HAREM PANTS.&amp;nbsp;Patterned or plain, I think they're fabulous!&amp;nbsp;Not only are they the comfiest things on earth, but they're also fashionable. It's like wearing your pyjamas in public, but it's trendy! God bless the person who brought them in. Seriously.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VlzphUH5B-I/TRLMtgcOXeI/AAAAAAAAAsI/OI5hNX5n1Zc/s1600/Untitled.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" n4="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VlzphUH5B-I/TRLMtgcOXeI/AAAAAAAAAsI/OI5hNX5n1Zc/s640/Untitled.png" width="432" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;OVER- SIZED TOPS.&amp;nbsp;You can never have enough of them! They're perfect for when you want to look stylish, but feel at home at the same time. And stay cool in Summer :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VlzphUH5B-I/TRLZoczyDRI/AAAAAAAAAsM/CG-AR1mKHuc/s1600/Untitled.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="293" n4="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VlzphUH5B-I/TRLZoczyDRI/AAAAAAAAAsM/CG-AR1mKHuc/s400/Untitled.png" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left" class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;﻿&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left" class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;THIS SONG.&amp;nbsp;&lt;em&gt;California &lt;/em&gt;by Mindy Gledhill from her album &lt;em&gt;Anchor&lt;/em&gt;. I keep playing it over and over and OVER again. Enjoy!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left" class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VlzphUH5B-I/TRLe4e1SG9I/AAAAAAAAAsQ/LxAyQpNdgp0/s1600/Mindy_Gledhill-CoverArt-300.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" n4="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VlzphUH5B-I/TRLe4e1SG9I/AAAAAAAAAsQ/LxAyQpNdgp0/s400/Mindy_Gledhill-CoverArt-300.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left" class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object height="385" width="480"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/qtReUM-vb54?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/qtReUM-vb54?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="640" height="25"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5801524931325429645-1040562502402511675?l=thereisnosuchthingasperfect.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thereisnosuchthingasperfect.blogspot.com/feeds/1040562502402511675/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thereisnosuchthingasperfect.blogspot.com/2010/12/i-love-harem-pants.html#comment-form' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5801524931325429645/posts/default/1040562502402511675'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5801524931325429645/posts/default/1040562502402511675'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thereisnosuchthingasperfect.blogspot.com/2010/12/i-love-harem-pants.html' title='SUMMER LOVES'/><author><name>Lily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00303634142344805296</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-A5lLB3ld4RY/Ta0L9wdGiOI/AAAAAAAAAyw/UgdQI47tEA4/s220/leighton.PNG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VlzphUH5B-I/TRLMtgcOXeI/AAAAAAAAAsI/OI5hNX5n1Zc/s72-c/Untitled.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5801524931325429645.post-6366384696760254818</id><published>2010-12-17T18:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-17T21:43:38.438-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Because We're All Fireworks Waiting to Burst</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I'm one of those people who sort of&amp;nbsp;&lt;em&gt;blend into the wall&lt;/em&gt;. Who doesn't &lt;em&gt;get noticed&lt;/em&gt; that often, and &lt;em&gt;thinks way&amp;nbsp;too much&lt;/em&gt; before&amp;nbsp;grasping an oppurtunity; eventually ending up &lt;em&gt;losing it&lt;/em&gt;. I always &lt;em&gt;stress&lt;/em&gt; before &lt;em&gt;speaking my mind&lt;/em&gt;,&amp;nbsp;wondering whether people will agree with me &lt;em&gt;or not&lt;/em&gt;. I always &lt;em&gt;regret&lt;/em&gt; saying and doing things. And I always hold myself back. &lt;em&gt;Always.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Since I'm starting out at a new school next year, I've now got a clean slate.&amp;nbsp;A white&amp;nbsp;canvas. I'm&amp;nbsp;a new slab of clay, just waiting to be moulded into &lt;em&gt;who I will be there.&lt;/em&gt; I've now got a &lt;em&gt;chance &lt;/em&gt;to start all over again. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;So I've&amp;nbsp;figured that it's the &lt;em&gt;perfect&lt;/em&gt; time&amp;nbsp;to &lt;em&gt;change&lt;/em&gt; these things.&amp;nbsp;&lt;em&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Because next year, I want things to be &lt;em&gt;different. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to &lt;em&gt;stand out&lt;/em&gt;, be &lt;em&gt;known &lt;/em&gt;and &lt;em&gt;not be afraid&lt;/em&gt; to show who&amp;nbsp;I am and &lt;em&gt;who I want to be. &lt;/em&gt;I want to be spontaneous, loud, fun and the &lt;em&gt;awesomest &lt;/em&gt;person everyone knows. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Hence, my New Year Resolutions for 2011:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;I &lt;em&gt;will&lt;/em&gt;...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;take chances.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;speak my mind.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;get noticed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;have more fun.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;grasp every opportunity.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;be confident.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;live without regrets.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;express myself.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;shine.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;be &lt;em&gt;everything&lt;/em&gt; I ever wanted to be.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VlzphUH5B-I/TQwdNuR6iqI/AAAAAAAAArs/cUJ6iSGtaho/s1600/tumblr_ld383bI7D61qbtdkro1_500_large.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="426" n4="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VlzphUH5B-I/TQwdNuR6iqI/AAAAAAAAArs/cUJ6iSGtaho/s640/tumblr_ld383bI7D61qbtdkro1_500_large.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: 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value="http://www.youtube.com/v/O2By1X26GqE?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/O2By1X26GqE?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="640" height="25"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Defying Gravity- Glee Cast&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object height="385" width="640"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/dwpZHqyon20?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/dwpZHqyon20?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" 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value="http://www.youtube.com/v/XIyHpWmna9U?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/XIyHpWmna9U?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="640" height="25"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;We R Who We R- Ke$ha&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object height="385" width="480"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Q97c5szTgIA?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Q97c5szTgIA?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" 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width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5801524931325429645.post-123244783017690480</id><published>2010-12-15T20:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-18T16:40:27.081-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Let's all sip tea in china cups and converse in British accents.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I have become obsessed with period dramas. Really. I swear, the Brits of the 18th and 19th centuries had &lt;em&gt;the&lt;/em&gt; life. I mean, okay, they didn't have mobile phones, internet or cars, but&amp;nbsp;&lt;em&gt;seriously.&lt;/em&gt;&amp;nbsp;Who needs those when you can get lovely handwritten letters on crisp parchment,&amp;nbsp;wear beautiful gowns and dance at&amp;nbsp;balls for entertainment, &lt;em&gt;and&lt;/em&gt; ride on horse-&amp;nbsp;driven carriages? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VlzphUH5B-I/TQmO9MRHPMI/AAAAAAAAArc/vthry8llT40/s1600/4621561799_b986e0dbec_large.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" n4="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VlzphUH5B-I/TQmO9MRHPMI/AAAAAAAAArc/vthry8llT40/s640/4621561799_b986e0dbec_large.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VlzphUH5B-I/TQmPArgMRuI/AAAAAAAAArg/advzrO7MLwc/s1600/tumblr_l5y74nkoB61qaode2o1_500_large.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="426" n4="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VlzphUH5B-I/TQmPArgMRuI/AAAAAAAAArg/advzrO7MLwc/s640/tumblr_l5y74nkoB61qaode2o1_500_large.png" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VlzphUH5B-I/TQmPCmF_ucI/AAAAAAAAArk/2ToN0yPhW3w/s1600/tumblr_laacr2heZQ1qcpll8o1_500_large.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="426" n4="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VlzphUH5B-I/TQmPCmF_ucI/AAAAAAAAArk/2ToN0yPhW3w/s640/tumblr_laacr2heZQ1qcpll8o1_500_large.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;My friend &lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/profile/17447231101319431903"&gt;lesmagnifiques&lt;/a&gt; recently introduced me to &lt;em&gt;North and South&lt;/em&gt;,&lt;em&gt; &lt;/em&gt;a BBC drama set in the Vicorian era. Despite being a little slow and more serious than Jane Austen, I really liked it. The acting was brilliant and the chemistry between Daniela Denby-Ashe and Richard Armitage (Never thought I'd say this about anyone, but Mr. Thornton may actualluy give Mr. Darcy a run for his money!)&amp;nbsp;was fantastic. Definitiely worth checking out if you haven't heard of it!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VlzphUH5B-I/TQmEwyAuH-I/AAAAAAAAArY/RzzgwbY9wec/s1600/tumblr_l4ikpuMD0Q1qzg3aeo1_500_large.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" n4="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VlzphUH5B-I/TQmEwyAuH-I/AAAAAAAAArY/RzzgwbY9wec/s640/tumblr_l4ikpuMD0Q1qzg3aeo1_500_large.jpg" width="548" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;Just thought I'd finish off by reblogging this quote by Keira Knightley,&amp;nbsp;on her character Elizabeth Bennet in &lt;em&gt;Pride and Prejudice&lt;/em&gt;,&amp;nbsp;from &lt;a href="http://pemberley-state-of-mind.tumblr.com/"&gt;http://pemberley-state-of-mind.tumblr.com/&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;“You can imagine her going into a room and being slightly nervous about it, thinking: ‘I feel really stupid right now’. I think you see yourselves in all (Austen’s) characters, all her strong women. She is the sort of person (who) comes up with all the put downs that I always think: ‘I should have said that!’ She is the person who can come up with it really quickly. So I think she is still the person I want to be and I will never get there. I am just not clever enough.”&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tell me, don't we all feel the &lt;em&gt;exact&lt;/em&gt; same way?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VlzphUH5B-I/TQl71cX20uI/AAAAAAAAArU/XWdrOi2t-8Y/s1600/tumblr_l84qdrmW8V1qabl71o1_500_large.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="427" n4="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VlzphUH5B-I/TQl71cX20uI/AAAAAAAAArU/XWdrOi2t-8Y/s640/tumblr_l84qdrmW8V1qabl71o1_500_large.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Oh and a big "Happy birthday!" to Miss Jane Austen for the 16th. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you for giving us the best love stories of all time. And Mr.Darcy. May your soul rest in peace.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Must go make my New Year Resolutions for 2011. Ta Ta ;)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5801524931325429645-123244783017690480?l=thereisnosuchthingasperfect.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thereisnosuchthingasperfect.blogspot.com/feeds/123244783017690480/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thereisnosuchthingasperfect.blogspot.com/2010/12/period-drama-love.html#comment-form' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5801524931325429645/posts/default/123244783017690480'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5801524931325429645/posts/default/123244783017690480'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thereisnosuchthingasperfect.blogspot.com/2010/12/period-drama-love.html' title='Let&apos;s all sip tea in china cups and converse in British accents.'/><author><name>Lily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00303634142344805296</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-A5lLB3ld4RY/Ta0L9wdGiOI/AAAAAAAAAyw/UgdQI47tEA4/s220/leighton.PNG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VlzphUH5B-I/TQmO9MRHPMI/AAAAAAAAArc/vthry8llT40/s72-c/4621561799_b986e0dbec_large.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5801524931325429645.post-5084868080139451965</id><published>2010-12-08T22:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-08T22:47:28.954-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Amateur Cooking</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;SUMMER. &lt;br /&gt;The very word brings thoughts of bright sunny days, ice- cream, beach umbrellas and sunscreen to our minds. But what do we get instead? Rain, clouds, and a hot/ humid climate to boot. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Any who, school's out for the year and yesterday I went to my friend &lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/profile/17447231101319431903"&gt;lesmagnifiques'&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;place. We watched Mansfield Park and attempted to make macaroons. This is what they were supposed to look like:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VlzphUH5B-I/TQBRDSNq7WI/AAAAAAAAArI/IKkQdJVGYrA/s1600/14336.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="424" n4="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VlzphUH5B-I/TQBRDSNq7WI/AAAAAAAAArI/IKkQdJVGYrA/s640/14336.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;And this is what we got instead: &lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VlzphUH5B-I/TQBRPDAPBYI/AAAAAAAAArM/qp6AZGx_O5Q/s1600/DSCN1589.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" n4="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VlzphUH5B-I/TQBRPDAPBYI/AAAAAAAAArM/qp6AZGx_O5Q/s640/DSCN1589.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;But as they say, "beauty is on the inside". They may not have looked that great, but they did still taste like little bits of heaven. Nice and chewy, and the strawberry butter cream was divine if I dare say so myself! &lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;Till next time :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5801524931325429645-5084868080139451965?l=thereisnosuchthingasperfect.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thereisnosuchthingasperfect.blogspot.com/feeds/5084868080139451965/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thereisnosuchthingasperfect.blogspot.com/2010/12/yes-chef.html#comment-form' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5801524931325429645/posts/default/5084868080139451965'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5801524931325429645/posts/default/5084868080139451965'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thereisnosuchthingasperfect.blogspot.com/2010/12/yes-chef.html' title='Amateur Cooking'/><author><name>Lily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00303634142344805296</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-A5lLB3ld4RY/Ta0L9wdGiOI/AAAAAAAAAyw/UgdQI47tEA4/s220/leighton.PNG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VlzphUH5B-I/TQBRDSNq7WI/AAAAAAAAArI/IKkQdJVGYrA/s72-c/14336.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5801524931325429645.post-1151648356659380390</id><published>2010-12-06T22:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-06T23:03:42.022-08:00</updated><title type='text'>This post is dedicated to...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Rila, Ria and Sofie.&amp;nbsp;And &lt;em&gt;maybe&lt;/em&gt;&amp;nbsp;you as well&amp;nbsp;NJ : P&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I'll miss &lt;em&gt;all the laughs&lt;/em&gt; we've had,&amp;nbsp;the &lt;em&gt;moments&lt;/em&gt; we've shared, and the prospect of seeing you guys &lt;em&gt;everyday&lt;/em&gt;. You guys are&lt;em&gt; irreplaceable&lt;/em&gt; and I dedicate&amp;nbsp;this post &amp;nbsp;to &lt;em&gt;you&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I wish you the &lt;em&gt;bestestest&lt;/em&gt; of luck, and hope that we see each other again &lt;em&gt;soon&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Love always,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Me.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and&amp;nbsp;&lt;em&gt;if you see this&lt;/em&gt; Khadija, don't be &lt;em&gt;jealous&lt;/em&gt;. I've been missing &lt;em&gt;you&lt;/em&gt; since the &lt;em&gt;very beginning&lt;/em&gt; of this year.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5801524931325429645-1151648356659380390?l=thereisnosuchthingasperfect.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thereisnosuchthingasperfect.blogspot.com/feeds/1151648356659380390/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thereisnosuchthingasperfect.blogspot.com/2010/12/this-post-is-dedicated-to.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5801524931325429645/posts/default/1151648356659380390'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5801524931325429645/posts/default/1151648356659380390'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thereisnosuchthingasperfect.blogspot.com/2010/12/this-post-is-dedicated-to.html' title='This post is dedicated to...'/><author><name>Lily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00303634142344805296</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-A5lLB3ld4RY/Ta0L9wdGiOI/AAAAAAAAAyw/UgdQI47tEA4/s220/leighton.PNG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5801524931325429645.post-4944916668978330112</id><published>2010-12-03T20:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-03T22:26:31.986-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Once Upon A December</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Looking back at my blog posts from last year, I remember hoping that 2010 would bring changes to my life. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;And it has.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I've made a lot of new friends, who I'll be leaving. And I've lost a best friend, who I won't be leaving. I'm finally saying goodbye to my school, the place that has been my second- home for the past ten years. I'm entering another instead,&amp;nbsp;an alien environment; swarming with new faces and new challenges.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Now, I've begun to think whether I really want all these changes. I'm so accustomed to living in my own little, cosy world where I'm comfortable with everyone and everything. I feel like the bubble- wrap&amp;nbsp;around me has started to pop. Leaving me exposed to the world that&amp;nbsp;lies&amp;nbsp;behind the walls of my own.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VlzphUH5B-I/TPmwYZHMEyI/AAAAAAAAAqo/ck6nrWRyuD4/s1600/tumblr_lcmfpwLdr21qcrjy6o1_500_large.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="426" ox="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VlzphUH5B-I/TPmwYZHMEyI/AAAAAAAAAqo/ck6nrWRyuD4/s640/tumblr_lcmfpwLdr21qcrjy6o1_500_large.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Think it's time to check off my resolutions for 2010?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;1. I will be more self- confident.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Check. Much better than last year, I must congratulate myself. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;2. I will be more considerate of those around me and not be self- centered.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Check. Somewhat. Hey, I'm still a teen ok! Being self- centred is a natural instinct.﻿ But check, check.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;3. I will get to know more people and not just keep to myself.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Accomplished. CHECK.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;4. I will be a nicer and better person than I've been last year.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;﻿Ok, honestly, I think I have to let others make the decision about this one. But I'm a nice person, really. It's just that&amp;nbsp;this year... never mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;5. I will be optimistic.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;This varied from time to time. But&amp;nbsp;I can say that&amp;nbsp;I'm improving!﻿&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;6. I will be less self- conscience.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Less, but unfortunately not completely (yet). Check!﻿&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;7. I will believe in myself and do my best to achieve my goals.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;CHECK!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;My last day at&amp;nbsp;my current school is on Monday.&amp;nbsp;I'm going to get my school shirt signed and take my camera along&amp;nbsp;to snap up some material memories. But of course, the greatest ones will&amp;nbsp;be in my head :)&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; ♥ ME.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;OOHH and P.S,&amp;nbsp;Deathly Hallows Part 1 was AMAZING, EPIC, BRILLIANT, INCREDIBLE, SPECTACULAR, AWESOME, FABULOUS, FANTASTIC, and did I mention AMAZING?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I loved the fact that they stayed true to the book (not mentioning the Harry/ Hermione dance which I found to be quite unnecessary and exhibiting of&amp;nbsp;the wrong impression). Everything was exactly as how I'd imagined it, especially the beginning, with &lt;em&gt;The Dark Lord Ascending &lt;/em&gt;and &lt;em&gt;The Seven Potters&lt;/em&gt;. I also loved the way they portrayed Ron and Hermione together. Can't wait till Part 2, although I know I'll be coming out of the&amp;nbsp;theatre crying!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VlzphUH5B-I/TPnYNRFaYuI/AAAAAAAAAqw/OLh2hGK--AE/s1600/harry_potter_and_the_deathly_hallows_hermione_and_ron.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" ox="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VlzphUH5B-I/TPnYNRFaYuI/AAAAAAAAAqw/OLh2hGK--AE/s640/harry_potter_and_the_deathly_hallows_hermione_and_ron.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VlzphUH5B-I/TPm_R9bg7AI/AAAAAAAAAqs/duuB67IWPII/s1600/piano2.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="348" ox="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VlzphUH5B-I/TPm_R9bg7AI/AAAAAAAAAqs/duuB67IWPII/s640/piano2.png" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5801524931325429645-4944916668978330112?l=thereisnosuchthingasperfect.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thereisnosuchthingasperfect.blogspot.com/feeds/4944916668978330112/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thereisnosuchthingasperfect.blogspot.com/2010/12/once-upon-december.html#comment-form' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5801524931325429645/posts/default/4944916668978330112'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5801524931325429645/posts/default/4944916668978330112'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thereisnosuchthingasperfect.blogspot.com/2010/12/once-upon-december.html' title='Once Upon A December'/><author><name>Lily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00303634142344805296</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-A5lLB3ld4RY/Ta0L9wdGiOI/AAAAAAAAAyw/UgdQI47tEA4/s220/leighton.PNG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VlzphUH5B-I/TPmwYZHMEyI/AAAAAAAAAqo/ck6nrWRyuD4/s72-c/tumblr_lcmfpwLdr21qcrjy6o1_500_large.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5801524931325429645.post-3571478028028335975</id><published>2010-11-13T20:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-16T19:44:46.315-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The end begins... **Updated!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Less than a week to go 'til Deathly Hallows Part 1&amp;nbsp;is released in cinemas! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Absolutely cannot wait, although I must say there's a small part of me that doesn't really want it to come, as that means we're just closer to the end of it all. But OH MY GOSH it looks UH- MAZING!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Reckon they &lt;strike&gt;actually&lt;/strike&gt; followed the book religiously this time? Here's a few snapshots :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VlzphUH5B-I/TN9gwWtu8TI/AAAAAAAAAp4/R8R8jL6Yrt4/s1600/harry-potter-and-the-deathly-hallows-trailer.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="cssfloat: right; margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="392" px="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VlzphUH5B-I/TN9gwWtu8TI/AAAAAAAAAp4/R8R8jL6Yrt4/s640/harry-potter-and-the-deathly-hallows-trailer.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; 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They make it look so yummy!"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5801524931325429645-3571478028028335975?l=thereisnosuchthingasperfect.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thereisnosuchthingasperfect.blogspot.com/feeds/3571478028028335975/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thereisnosuchthingasperfect.blogspot.com/2010/11/end-begins.html#comment-form' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5801524931325429645/posts/default/3571478028028335975'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5801524931325429645/posts/default/3571478028028335975'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thereisnosuchthingasperfect.blogspot.com/2010/11/end-begins.html' title='The end begins... **Updated!'/><author><name>Lily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00303634142344805296</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-A5lLB3ld4RY/Ta0L9wdGiOI/AAAAAAAAAyw/UgdQI47tEA4/s220/leighton.PNG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VlzphUH5B-I/TN9gwWtu8TI/AAAAAAAAAp4/R8R8jL6Yrt4/s72-c/harry-potter-and-the-deathly-hallows-trailer.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5801524931325429645.post-1571338824128515063</id><published>2010-11-01T18:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-11-02T23:44:51.985-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A Quick Update</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;So as I like to think of myself these days as a budding baker, I thought I'd put my newly found skills to some use once again and make another&amp;nbsp;made another batch of cupcakes yesterday. Just as Mum was about to put them in the oven to bake, she asked me,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;"Did you put the sugar in?"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;Uh oh. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;They ended up tasting like bread.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;On other notes, the weather is being annoyingly random, alternating each day between warm sunshine and pouring rain. My end of year exams begin tomorrow and I haven't studied at all. Am instead wasting away my time on Polyorve,&amp;nbsp;drooling over&amp;nbsp;items these gorgeous items:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;♥&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;♥&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;﻿ &lt;table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VlzphUH5B-I/TNEAp2jTTAI/AAAAAAAAAos/P57NB7FGkjI/s1600/img-thing.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" nx="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VlzphUH5B-I/TNEAp2jTTAI/AAAAAAAAAos/P57NB7FGkjI/s1600/img-thing.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;AE Boyfriend Blazer - $51 AUD&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VlzphUH5B-I/TND-nY2C_LI/AAAAAAAAAoU/t-2wSutH9iY/s1600/img-thingCAAXM7KV.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" nx="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VlzphUH5B-I/TND-nY2C_LI/AAAAAAAAAoU/t-2wSutH9iY/s400/img-thingCAAXM7KV.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;ELLE SHOP Jumper- $385 AUD&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VlzphUH5B-I/TND-pzAW69I/AAAAAAAAAoY/m6_jMK6N9lA/s1600/img-thingCAAYYJAJ.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" nx="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VlzphUH5B-I/TND-pzAW69I/AAAAAAAAAoY/m6_jMK6N9lA/s1600/img-thingCAAYYJAJ.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: center;"&gt;Malene Birger Linexa Silk and Wool-blend Harem Pants- $325 &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VlzphUH5B-I/TNEA6-s2UaI/AAAAAAAAAow/N5tAf6BogtU/s1600/img-thingCAEXGF0N.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" nx="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VlzphUH5B-I/TNEA6-s2UaI/AAAAAAAAAow/N5tAf6BogtU/s1600/img-thingCAEXGF0N.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Beyond Vintage Dress- $445&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VlzphUH5B-I/TND-t_R8mcI/AAAAAAAAAog/TrnWgoE8B6A/s1600/img-thingCATJKAQ3.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" nx="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VlzphUH5B-I/TND-t_R8mcI/AAAAAAAAAog/TrnWgoE8B6A/s1600/img-thingCATJKAQ3.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Juicy Couture Ring- $89&amp;nbsp;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VlzphUH5B-I/TND_gwzQDfI/AAAAAAAAAoo/ctEqWXA5LoQ/s1600/img-thingCAL49JHJ.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" nx="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VlzphUH5B-I/TND_gwzQDfI/AAAAAAAAAoo/ctEqWXA5LoQ/s1600/img-thingCAL49JHJ.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Classic Bow Beret- $65&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;Shall cram in as much last minute studying as possible tomorrow morning. Ciao :)&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/5801524931325429645-1571338824128515063?l=thereisnosuchthingasperfect.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thereisnosuchthingasperfect.blogspot.com/feeds/1571338824128515063/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thereisnosuchthingasperfect.blogspot.com/2010/11/quick-update.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5801524931325429645/posts/default/1571338824128515063'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5801524931325429645/posts/default/1571338824128515063'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thereisnosuchthingasperfect.blogspot.com/2010/11/quick-update.html' title='A Quick Update'/><author><name>Lily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00303634142344805296</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-A5lLB3ld4RY/Ta0L9wdGiOI/AAAAAAAAAyw/UgdQI47tEA4/s220/leighton.PNG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VlzphUH5B-I/TNEAp2jTTAI/AAAAAAAAAos/P57NB7FGkjI/s72-c/img-thing.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5801524931325429645.post-8077999724597171292</id><published>2010-10-07T22:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-11-14T21:40:28.529-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Cupcakes!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;As not going to school for a whole week started to make me feel pretty useless, I decided to make a batch of cupcakes today. I'm pretty proud of them, as this is the first time I have made them out of scratch rather than&amp;nbsp;using a premade mixture from the store. I was a little anxious however as to whether or not they would taste as good as they looked, but they actually turned out pleasantly spongy!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;*pat on the back* &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Don't they look lovely?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VlzphUH5B-I/TK6p0SAuDnI/AAAAAAAAAng/EZY3IBdm6hM/s1600/IMG_1711.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ex="true" height="488" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VlzphUH5B-I/TK6p0SAuDnI/AAAAAAAAAng/EZY3IBdm6hM/s640/IMG_1711.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5801524931325429645-8077999724597171292?l=thereisnosuchthingasperfect.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thereisnosuchthingasperfect.blogspot.com/feeds/8077999724597171292/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thereisnosuchthingasperfect.blogspot.com/2010/10/cupcakes.html#comment-form' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5801524931325429645/posts/default/8077999724597171292'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5801524931325429645/posts/default/8077999724597171292'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thereisnosuchthingasperfect.blogspot.com/2010/10/cupcakes.html' title='Cupcakes!'/><author><name>Lily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00303634142344805296</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-A5lLB3ld4RY/Ta0L9wdGiOI/AAAAAAAAAyw/UgdQI47tEA4/s220/leighton.PNG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VlzphUH5B-I/TK6p0SAuDnI/AAAAAAAAAng/EZY3IBdm6hM/s72-c/IMG_1711.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5801524931325429645.post-5572769357130836777</id><published>2010-09-12T21:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-13T00:54:26.688-07:00</updated><title type='text'>On the Other Side of the Rainbow...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: center;"&gt;Have you ever reached a point in your life where you just wish you could freeze time? When everything you thought would go wrong, happens to play out just&amp;nbsp;right?&amp;nbsp;When all is perfect, and you could wish for nothing more, except for everything to remain exactly the way it is?&amp;nbsp;I never thought I'd be saying this, but that is exactly where I find myself right now.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VlzphUH5B-I/TI2jbIjL05I/AAAAAAAAAhs/HBSXKbvymiY/s1600/tumblr_l85q3yTKnR1qzedw1o1_500_largeghg.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="426" ox="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VlzphUH5B-I/TI2jbIjL05I/AAAAAAAAAhs/HBSXKbvymiY/s640/tumblr_l85q3yTKnR1qzedw1o1_500_largeghg.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VlzphUH5B-I/TI2jZPb1xJI/AAAAAAAAAhk/kqbkDlD_ncQ/s1600/tumblr_l85q3yTKnR1qzedw1o1_500_large.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="426" ox="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VlzphUH5B-I/TI2jZPb1xJI/AAAAAAAAAhk/kqbkDlD_ncQ/s640/tumblr_l85q3yTKnR1qzedw1o1_500_large.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;This has me thinking: happiness isn't only one emotion. It consists of excitement, giddyness, hope, joy, thankfulness, and every emotion you could possibly think of; leaving you entirely lost for words when it comes to expressing it. Therefore, I must&amp;nbsp;express myself in the rest of this post by using pictures of things&amp;nbsp;that in my &amp;nbsp;opinion, represent- happiness :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VlzphUH5B-I/TI2rUND8xOI/AAAAAAAAAh8/1M5767qKMpU/s1600/rainbow.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="478" ox="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VlzphUH5B-I/TI2rUND8xOI/AAAAAAAAAh8/1M5767qKMpU/s640/rainbow.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VlzphUH5B-I/TI2rWkIJCTI/AAAAAAAAAiE/0euiR_k5DXg/s1600/flowers.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="630" ox="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VlzphUH5B-I/TI2rWkIJCTI/AAAAAAAAAiE/0euiR_k5DXg/s640/flowers.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VlzphUH5B-I/TI2rZa-tmmI/AAAAAAAAAiM/6kzZwVRXaUI/s1600/cake.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="428" ox="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VlzphUH5B-I/TI2rZa-tmmI/AAAAAAAAAiM/6kzZwVRXaUI/s640/cake.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VlzphUH5B-I/TI2rb-K2mRI/AAAAAAAAAiU/7bm0kA6WZuI/s1600/book.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="428" ox="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VlzphUH5B-I/TI2rb-K2mRI/AAAAAAAAAiU/7bm0kA6WZuI/s640/book.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VlzphUH5B-I/TI2reA1ZL0I/AAAAAAAAAic/FXkV6Om96tg/s1600/balloons.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="426" ox="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VlzphUH5B-I/TI2reA1ZL0I/AAAAAAAAAic/FXkV6Om96tg/s640/balloons.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;What do &lt;em&gt;you&lt;/em&gt; think represents happiness?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5801524931325429645-5572769357130836777?l=thereisnosuchthingasperfect.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thereisnosuchthingasperfect.blogspot.com/feeds/5572769357130836777/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thereisnosuchthingasperfect.blogspot.com/2010/09/on-other-side-of-rainbow.html#comment-form' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5801524931325429645/posts/default/5572769357130836777'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5801524931325429645/posts/default/5572769357130836777'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thereisnosuchthingasperfect.blogspot.com/2010/09/on-other-side-of-rainbow.html' title='On the Other Side of the Rainbow...'/><author><name>Lily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00303634142344805296</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-A5lLB3ld4RY/Ta0L9wdGiOI/AAAAAAAAAyw/UgdQI47tEA4/s220/leighton.PNG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VlzphUH5B-I/TI2jbIjL05I/AAAAAAAAAhs/HBSXKbvymiY/s72-c/tumblr_l85q3yTKnR1qzedw1o1_500_largeghg.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5801524931325429645.post-8110242580953268251</id><published>2010-08-11T22:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-13T00:56:55.201-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Say,"CHEESE".</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: center;"&gt;I have finally gotten my braces taken off :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Looks like I can at last smile in photos with my teeth now!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VlzphUH5B-I/TGOGjaJSxjI/AAAAAAAAAeM/UtiVC5PCJ88/s1600/4469584765_1943728dac_z_large.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="424" ox="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VlzphUH5B-I/TGOGjaJSxjI/AAAAAAAAAeM/UtiVC5PCJ88/s640/4469584765_1943728dac_z_large.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5801524931325429645-8110242580953268251?l=thereisnosuchthingasperfect.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thereisnosuchthingasperfect.blogspot.com/feeds/8110242580953268251/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thereisnosuchthingasperfect.blogspot.com/2010/08/immersed-in-austen.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5801524931325429645/posts/default/8110242580953268251'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5801524931325429645/posts/default/8110242580953268251'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thereisnosuchthingasperfect.blogspot.com/2010/08/immersed-in-austen.html' title='Say,&quot;CHEESE&quot;.'/><author><name>Lily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00303634142344805296</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-A5lLB3ld4RY/Ta0L9wdGiOI/AAAAAAAAAyw/UgdQI47tEA4/s220/leighton.PNG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VlzphUH5B-I/TGOGjaJSxjI/AAAAAAAAAeM/UtiVC5PCJ88/s72-c/4469584765_1943728dac_z_large.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5801524931325429645.post-4658185643627867578</id><published>2010-04-29T01:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-13T01:05:58.836-07:00</updated><title type='text'>When all we know is falling...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;The chilly side of autumn has finally befallen us southern-hemisphere-siders, but forget the crisp, dry leaves that fall to the earth in an almost hypnotic manner, the fresh smell of moist earth and the 'crunch' of each step on a leaf- strewn lawn. The scene here could quite simply be put as &lt;i&gt;gloomy&lt;/i&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/images/autumn%20leaves" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Autumn Leaves Pictures, Images and Photos" border="0" height="480" src="http://i367.photobucket.com/albums/oo116/lauramarielovesbrad/AutumnLeaves.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/images/autumn%20leaves" style="height: 228px; margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em; width: 392px;" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Autumn Leaves Pictures, Images and Photos" border="0" height="480" src="http://i365.photobucket.com/albums/oo92/kturne10/real-autumn.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: left;"&gt;Any who, one of my really good freinds, whom I was really close with last year although not so much this year, has been expelled from school. Knowing her permanent record, I'm not really surprised, but I'll really, really miss her. She was completely different from anyone I ever known, and I've got to admit I actually really admired her. Not for her, "I don't give a shit" attitude she had towards school, but her confidence. She always believes that she can acheive whatever she wants and doesn't give a damn about what people think about her. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: left;"&gt;Deep inside, I remember hoping that quality of hers would rub off a little on me. You know, I think that's the main factor contributing factor for when it comes to choosing our friends- admirable aspects.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VlzphUH5B-I/S9qadZ9WAJI/AAAAAAAAAcM/Q2UdUjWD_44/s1600/tumblr_kqvppcxix31qzrrzro1_400_large.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VlzphUH5B-I/S9qadZ9WAJI/AAAAAAAAAcM/Q2UdUjWD_44/s640/tumblr_kqvppcxix31qzrrzro1_400_large.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Ugh, my lack of confidence at the moment isn't really helping with my preparation for the entrance test to that school-I-really-want-to-get-into, which isn't very far away from now. Lately I've really been slacking on my studies, I don't why, but my mind can't concentrate and just wanders off to who-knows-where. Speaking of studies, I've really gottta get back to my English homework now. I'll leave with some funny HP pics :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VlzphUH5B-I/S9qdiLqA-wI/AAAAAAAAAcc/MiUkSA0Fqok/s1600/dig.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VlzphUH5B-I/S9qdiLqA-wI/AAAAAAAAAcc/MiUkSA0Fqok/s640/dig.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VlzphUH5B-I/S9qdeOnW4FI/AAAAAAAAAcU/Rw7FxEOGC6E/s1600/fb1.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="308" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VlzphUH5B-I/S9qdeOnW4FI/AAAAAAAAAcU/Rw7FxEOGC6E/s640/fb1.png" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img height="72" src="http://i365.photobucket.com/albums/oo92/kturne10/real-autumn.jpg" style="filter: alpha(opacity=30); left: 226px; mozopacity: 0.3; opacity: 0.3; position: absolute; top: 616px; visibility: hidden;" width="96" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img height="67" src="http://i367.photobucket.com/albums/oo116/lauramarielovesbrad/AutumnLeaves.jpg" style="filter: alpha(opacity=30); left: 469px; mozopacity: 0.3; opacity: 0.3; position: absolute; top: 155px; visibility: hidden;" width="96" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5801524931325429645-4658185643627867578?l=thereisnosuchthingasperfect.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thereisnosuchthingasperfect.blogspot.com/feeds/4658185643627867578/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thereisnosuchthingasperfect.blogspot.com/2010/04/chilly-side-of-autumn-has-finally.html#comment-form' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5801524931325429645/posts/default/4658185643627867578'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5801524931325429645/posts/default/4658185643627867578'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thereisnosuchthingasperfect.blogspot.com/2010/04/chilly-side-of-autumn-has-finally.html' title='When all we know is falling...'/><author><name>Lily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00303634142344805296</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-A5lLB3ld4RY/Ta0L9wdGiOI/AAAAAAAAAyw/UgdQI47tEA4/s220/leighton.PNG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VlzphUH5B-I/S9qadZ9WAJI/AAAAAAAAAcM/Q2UdUjWD_44/s72-c/tumblr_kqvppcxix31qzrrzro1_400_large.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5801524931325429645.post-6374212811825205450</id><published>2010-04-05T19:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-13T01:09:53.092-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Anyone have any superglue?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Good morning all, or should I say good afternoon since it's after 12 pm? Well, I'm currently eating breakfast so it's still morning for me! Any who, I hope everyone's Easter holidays were fun, I went to the zoo :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I saw zebras, lions, giraffes,&amp;nbsp; monkeys, rhinos, meerkats, emus, wallabies and kangaroos. Oh and I even saw a camel!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/images/zebras" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="baby zebras Pictures, Images and Photos" border="0" height="480" src="http://i941.photobucket.com/albums/ad257/cellistackup4/_DSC4210_raw.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/images/wallaby" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Wallaby and joey grazing Pictures, Images and Photos" border="0" height="480" src="http://i563.photobucket.com/albums/ss73/nabiac/animals%20seen%20on%20our%20trip/_DSC0493.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;So we're into the second week of the holidays here and I am kicking myself for having not done any studying so far. I have too many distractions around me. Besides countless family outings, I've been reading &lt;i&gt;The Hunger Games&lt;/i&gt; by Suzanne Collins which I can't seem to put down &lt;i&gt;and&lt;/i&gt; have also been replaying the scene from &lt;i&gt;Pride and Prejudice&lt;/i&gt; where Mr. Darcy first proposes to Elizabeth in the rain OVER AND OVER AGAIN, while wondering if anyone will ever love me that way.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object height="405" width="500"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/1R-Zg5es7mg?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;rel=0&amp;amp;border=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/1R-Zg5es7mg?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;rel=0&amp;amp;border=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="500" height="405"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Argh, I'm such a disappointment! Well, I going to pick up my act right now and head over to my desk to stay glued to my chair for the next 3 hours or so, with my nose in a math book. Sounds fun, hey?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&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/5801524931325429645-6374212811825205450?l=thereisnosuchthingasperfect.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thereisnosuchthingasperfect.blogspot.com/feeds/6374212811825205450/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thereisnosuchthingasperfect.blogspot.com/2010/04/good-morning-all-or-should-i-say-good.html#comment-form' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5801524931325429645/posts/default/6374212811825205450'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5801524931325429645/posts/default/6374212811825205450'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thereisnosuchthingasperfect.blogspot.com/2010/04/good-morning-all-or-should-i-say-good.html' title='Anyone have any superglue?'/><author><name>Lily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00303634142344805296</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-A5lLB3ld4RY/Ta0L9wdGiOI/AAAAAAAAAyw/UgdQI47tEA4/s220/leighton.PNG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i563.photobucket.com/albums/ss73/nabiac/animals%20seen%20on%20our%20trip/th__DSC0493.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5801524931325429645.post-1461021848396269201</id><published>2010-03-31T20:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-13T01:13:32.124-07:00</updated><title type='text'>100 followers! I welcome you, oh lovely ones :)</title><content type='html'>I should be studying at the moment. I really, really should. The guilt is killing me.&lt;br /&gt;What is distracting me so much, you ask?&lt;br /&gt;The computer. Maybe I should chuck it out...&lt;br /&gt;NEVER! It is much to dear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I watched Pride and Prejudice yesterday! Okay I know what your thinking- I'm very late when it comes to movies but hey, it's the hols which is when I&amp;nbsp;like to catch up with &lt;strike&gt;movies&lt;/strike&gt; studying. Ahem.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VlzphUH5B-I/S7QEQMY0zbI/AAAAAAAAAZs/z3kW3nU06Q0/s1600/scenes.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" nt="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VlzphUH5B-I/S7QEQMY0zbI/AAAAAAAAAZs/z3kW3nU06Q0/s640/scenes.png" width="600" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;Any who, I love this story. I read most of the book, 'cause I hate watching a movie without reading the book first. By 'most of the book', I mean that I attempted to read it but then ended up skipping a few or more pages to the important bits. Atleast I tried. Well, back to the movie, I absolutely LOVED it. And it didn't have all the intimate scenes with alot of kissing that most movies of its genre have. It was romantic in a subtle, formal way which I really liked. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VlzphUH5B-I/S7QC3RoXDcI/AAAAAAAAAZc/XJEuEpLPke4/s1600/eliz.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" nt="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VlzphUH5B-I/S7QC3RoXDcI/AAAAAAAAAZc/XJEuEpLPke4/s320/eliz.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;The casting was perfect, Keira Knightly made a fabulous Elizabeth Bennet, whose witty remarks make her a really strong female character that we desperately need more of&amp;nbsp;in modern literature- what with some girls looking up to Bella Bitch Swan now, I mean COME ON. I think the last female characters I read and&amp;nbsp;that I &lt;i&gt;actually liked&lt;/i&gt;, were Hermione from the &lt;i&gt;Harry Potter&lt;/i&gt; &lt;i&gt;Series&lt;/i&gt;&amp;nbsp;and Gemma Doyle from the &lt;i&gt;Gemma Doyle Trilogy. &lt;/i&gt;We. Need. More.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VlzphUH5B-I/S7QDSmY_5JI/AAAAAAAAAZk/LLY0a0VHt0c/s1600/darc.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="height: 217px; margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em; width: 378px;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="424" nt="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VlzphUH5B-I/S7QDSmY_5JI/AAAAAAAAAZk/LLY0a0VHt0c/s640/darc.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;I didn't really like Mr. Darcy at the beginning of the film, nor the actor who played him because he came across as somewhat robotic- but then I realised that that &lt;i&gt;is&lt;/i&gt; Darcy. And that he's one of those characters that grow on you throughout the film and book! He became very charming once into the movie, specially at the end, "You have bewitched me, body and soul and from this day on I wish to never be parted from you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I love, I love... I love you."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;Nawwhhhhh....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I especially liked the scene&amp;nbsp;where Mr. Bingley is practicing his proposal to Jane with Mr. Darcy:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;Mr. Bingly: Ms. Bennet&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;Mr. Darcy: (Bows) Mr.Bingly&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and by the way, I'm going to the zoo tomorrow! I haven't been to one since my Grade 1 excursion, and since then my fondness of animals has sort of 'worn off' so I'm hoping it will be fun and not scary...&lt;br /&gt;Till next time :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5801524931325429645-1461021848396269201?l=thereisnosuchthingasperfect.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thereisnosuchthingasperfect.blogspot.com/feeds/1461021848396269201/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thereisnosuchthingasperfect.blogspot.com/2010/03/100-followers-i-welcome-you-oh-lovely.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5801524931325429645/posts/default/1461021848396269201'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5801524931325429645/posts/default/1461021848396269201'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thereisnosuchthingasperfect.blogspot.com/2010/03/100-followers-i-welcome-you-oh-lovely.html' title='100 followers! I welcome you, oh lovely ones :)'/><author><name>Lily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00303634142344805296</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-A5lLB3ld4RY/Ta0L9wdGiOI/AAAAAAAAAyw/UgdQI47tEA4/s220/leighton.PNG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VlzphUH5B-I/S7QEQMY0zbI/AAAAAAAAAZs/z3kW3nU06Q0/s72-c/scenes.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5801524931325429645.post-2017309319348287275</id><published>2010-03-29T20:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-28T02:37:27.676-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Woweee, 99 followers! You people are so awesome :)</title><content type='html'>First week of holidays and I haven't done any studying yet! Gah, I should really be taking advantage of this free time, but that little voice in my head keeps saying, "It's the holidays. CHILL." &lt;br /&gt;Oh and I'm not insane, I swear. Everyone has a little voice in their head, right? RIGHT?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="border: medium none;"&gt;Any who, I went over to lesmagnifiqe's place yesterday with a couple of our other friends to have a little movie fest. We watched Confessions of a Shopaholic starring Isla Fisher who played her bubbly character so well. Some of the clothes she wears in this movie are pretty bizarre though, but somehow she manages to pull them off!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border: medium none;"&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="separator" style="border: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://stylebakery.com/celebstyle/images/ShopaholicFashion2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="500" nt="true" src="http://stylebakery.com/celebstyle/images/ShopaholicFashion2.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://adornedmagazine.com/wp-content/uploads/2009/02/britney-spears-bev-center-3148-9.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="500" nt="true" src="http://adornedmagazine.com/wp-content/uploads/2009/02/britney-spears-bev-center-3148-9.jpg" width="365" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="border: medium none;"&gt;&lt;div style="border: medium none;"&gt;&lt;div style="border: medium none;"&gt;&lt;div style="border: medium none;"&gt;The film's based on the original book, which I haven't read but I found in a few reviews that many people who have read it, thought it was a crap adaptation. Reminded me of ow I felt like storming out of the cinemas when watching &lt;i&gt;Harry Potter and the Order of Pheonix&lt;/i&gt;. How could they wreck such a good book?!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border: medium none;"&gt;Well, without reading this particular book, I really loved this movie! There were heaps of funny quotes, like when Suze (Krysten Ritter), Rebecca's (Isla Fisher) bestfriend asks her about her boss and love interest, Fluke (Hugh Dancy):&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border: medium none; clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;"Rebecca Bloomwood: Don't talk about Fluke.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border: medium none; clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Suze: Why, what happened?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border: medium none; clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Rebecca Bloomwood: Alicia Bitch Longlegs is what happened.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border: medium none; clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Suze: I hate her. Who is she?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border: medium none; clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border: medium none; clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;I think what I found most inspiring about this film was how the main character became famous as an annonymous writer simply by expressing her own thoughts and opinions. I remember a few years back when I'd always beg my Dad to buy me magazines and how I had always wanted to be a writer or a columnist for one. Geuss that was what probably urged me to make a blog, to see if anyone actually cares about what I write! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border: medium none; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border: medium none; text-align: left;"&gt;Hmmm, I'm hungry. I'll go have lunch and then hopefully get down to some studying. I have only three and a half months left until the test for that school- I- really- want- to- get- into. Till next time :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border: medium none;"&gt;Oh and P.S.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border: medium none;"&gt;I've got a little question I need an answer to because my conscience is annoying me:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border: medium none;"&gt;Am I being stuck- up or mean if I'm avoiding a friend who likes me but I don't really like them back? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border: medium none;"&gt;PUH- LEASE give me your unconditionally honest opinion. I will not be offended, I swear :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://stylebakery.com/celebstyle/images/ShopaholicFashion2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="96" src="http://stylebakery.com/celebstyle/images/ShopaholicFashion2.jpg" style="left: 368px; opacity: 0.3; position: absolute; top: 714px; visibility: hidden;" width="73" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5801524931325429645-2017309319348287275?l=thereisnosuchthingasperfect.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thereisnosuchthingasperfect.blogspot.com/feeds/2017309319348287275/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thereisnosuchthingasperfect.blogspot.com/2010/03/woweee-99-followers-you-people-are-so.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5801524931325429645/posts/default/2017309319348287275'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5801524931325429645/posts/default/2017309319348287275'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thereisnosuchthingasperfect.blogspot.com/2010/03/woweee-99-followers-you-people-are-so.html' title='Woweee, 99 followers! You people are so awesome :)'/><author><name>Lily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00303634142344805296</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-A5lLB3ld4RY/Ta0L9wdGiOI/AAAAAAAAAyw/UgdQI47tEA4/s220/leighton.PNG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5801524931325429645.post-9215801624517314367</id><published>2010-03-22T22:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-28T02:37:13.435-07:00</updated><title type='text'>So the next one came with a bag of treats, she smelled like sugar and spoke like the sea, she told me, "Don't trust them, trust me". Then she pulled at my stitches one by one, looked at my insides clicking her tongue and said "This will all have to come undone".</title><content type='html'>I&amp;nbsp; have this best friend and I've just realized that she does me more harm than good. I want to let her know that I don't want to be really close with her anymore, you know, just friends and not 'besties'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But how do I do this without hurting her feelings or ending up sounding like the bad person in the situation?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'd really appreciate some advise if anyone has any to share :) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5801524931325429645-9215801624517314367?l=thereisnosuchthingasperfect.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thereisnosuchthingasperfect.blogspot.com/feeds/9215801624517314367/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thereisnosuchthingasperfect.blogspot.com/2010/03/could-you-leave-me-with-scar.html#comment-form' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5801524931325429645/posts/default/9215801624517314367'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5801524931325429645/posts/default/9215801624517314367'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thereisnosuchthingasperfect.blogspot.com/2010/03/could-you-leave-me-with-scar.html' title='So the next one came with a bag of treats, she smelled like sugar and spoke like the sea, she told me, &quot;Don&apos;t trust them, trust me&quot;. Then she pulled at my stitches one by one, looked at my insides clicking her tongue and said &quot;This will all have to come undone&quot;.'/><author><name>Lily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00303634142344805296</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-A5lLB3ld4RY/Ta0L9wdGiOI/AAAAAAAAAyw/UgdQI47tEA4/s220/leighton.PNG'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5801524931325429645.post-8737521996251440583</id><published>2010-03-11T23:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-08-15T23:32:59.200-07:00</updated><title type='text'>You can use your popularity as a shield, and even hide behind your supermassive ego, but you can't run away from karma.</title><content type='html'>&lt;strike&gt;Bitches.&lt;/strike&gt; Bullies.&lt;br /&gt;We've all either endured their heartless comments or hurtful ways ourselves, or have seen them inflict sadism on others. It's not nice, and often the smallest insults or actions, or as &lt;i&gt;they&lt;/i&gt; call them- 'jokes', go unpunished.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VlzphUH5B-I/S5nvkHklXFI/AAAAAAAAAXI/JQHcGGpHN_g/s1600-h/mean.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="390" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VlzphUH5B-I/S5nvkHklXFI/AAAAAAAAAXI/JQHcGGpHN_g/s640/mean.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Just like today.&lt;br /&gt;My friend Salma was slapped across the face by a girl, who then refused to admit that she had done something wrong even after being confronted. Salma reported the physical abuse to the Year 9 coordinator, who did nothing- yes, &lt;i&gt;nothing- &lt;/i&gt;to resolve her complaint. This very same coordinator had stated in assembly at the beginning of this week that, "Bully is not acceptable and offenders will face the consequences. Speak up, and your voice will not go unheard."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ever heard of the saying, "Practice what you preach"?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To make things worse, now people are publishing posts on Facebook about the incident- and making my friends look like the offenders. Like physical abuse wasn't enough that they had to bring cyber bullying into the situation too. All I can say now, is that what goes around- comes around.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VlzphUH5B-I/S5nvm4wlgOI/AAAAAAAAAXQ/eIrGpy9PXWM/s1600-h/hell.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="437" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VlzphUH5B-I/S5nvm4wlgOI/AAAAAAAAAXQ/eIrGpy9PXWM/s640/hell.jpg" width="540" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;I'll end this post with a song by one of my favorite solo singers/ songwriter. It's about bullying in high school. In the song, she comes across as a bystander, but in an interview she stated that she herself was actually the victim of a bully. It's a sad but really meaningful song with great lyrics. Click &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=6ojoqHbPmzg"&gt;HERE&lt;/a&gt; to listen to it!&lt;br /&gt;Hope everyone has a nice bully- free weekend :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.bigpondmovies.com/libraries/gallery_library/2008_aria_award_red_carpet/files/18656/400x300_Kate-Miller-Heidke.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="448" src="http://www.bigpondmovies.com/libraries/gallery_library/2008_aria_award_red_carpet/files/18656/400x300_Kate-Miller-Heidke.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.israbox.com/uploads/posts/2009-03/1236441582_kate_miller-heidke_curiouser.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; cssfloat: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="571" src="http://www.israbox.com/uploads/posts/2009-03/1236441582_kate_miller-heidke_curiouser.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://teamclermont.com/images/747.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="425" src="http://teamclermont.com/images/747.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;b&gt;Caught in the Crowd by Kate Miller- Heidke&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;There was a guy at my school, when I was in high school &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;We'd ride side by side in the morning on our bicycles &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;Never even spoken or faced each other &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;But on the last hill we'd race each other &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;When we reached the racks we'd each go our own way &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;I wasn't in his classes, I didn't know his name &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;When we finally got to speak he just stared at his feet&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;And mumbled a sentence that ended with 'James'&amp;nbsp; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;(Chorus)&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;I was young and caught in the crowd &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;I didn't know then what I know now &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;I was dumb, and I was proud &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;And I'm sorry &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;If I could go back do it again &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;I'd be someone you could call friend &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;Please please believe that I'm sorry &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;Well he was quite a big guy, kinda shy and quiet &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;When the kids called him weird he didn't try to deny it &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;Every lunchtime he'd spend walking by himself &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;Round the boundary of the grounds til he heard the bell &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;Well one day I found him, joined him on his walk &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;We were silent for a while until we started to talk &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I told him my family were fighting in court &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;He said his step-dad and him always fought &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;We talked about music, he was into punk &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;He told me all the bands that I liked were junk &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;I said I'd never heard the songs the Sex Pistols sang &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;I laughed back at him and then the bell rang &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;(Chorus)&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;It was after school in the afternoon &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;The corridors were crowded as we came out of the rooms &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;Three guys I knew pushed him into the cement &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;Threw away his bag and said he had no friends &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;He yelled that he did and he looked around &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;Tried getting up but they pushed him on down &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;That's when he saw me, called out my name &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;And I turned my back, and just walked away&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;I turned my back, and just walked away&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;(Chorus)&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Please, please believe that I'm sorry&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&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/5801524931325429645-8737521996251440583?l=thereisnosuchthingasperfect.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thereisnosuchthingasperfect.blogspot.com/feeds/8737521996251440583/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thereisnosuchthingasperfect.blogspot.com/2010/03/you-can-use-your-popularity-as-shield.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5801524931325429645/posts/default/8737521996251440583'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5801524931325429645/posts/default/8737521996251440583'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thereisnosuchthingasperfect.blogspot.com/2010/03/you-can-use-your-popularity-as-shield.html' title='You can use your popularity as a shield, and even hide behind your supermassive ego, but you can&apos;t run away from karma.'/><author><name>Lily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00303634142344805296</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-A5lLB3ld4RY/Ta0L9wdGiOI/AAAAAAAAAyw/UgdQI47tEA4/s220/leighton.PNG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VlzphUH5B-I/S5nvkHklXFI/AAAAAAAAAXI/JQHcGGpHN_g/s72-c/mean.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5801524931325429645.post-4610505161783262999</id><published>2010-03-06T00:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-04-28T02:36:28.566-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Rainy with a chance of chocolate cupcakes</title><content type='html'>The weather was crazy today. It was hot, yet the rain was so heavy! There was thunder and plenty of hail- and oh gosh, I have never seen hailstones that big! They were literally crashing down on my Mum's car that I thought they would break the windows- thank God they didn't :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VlzphUH5B-I/S5IN5U38MxI/AAAAAAAAAWo/b_omMmlwzJU/s1600-h/hail.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="350" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VlzphUH5B-I/S5IN5U38MxI/AAAAAAAAAWo/b_omMmlwzJU/s640/hail.jpg" width="550" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;It was really cool to watch though, they hailstones resembled large snow flakes on the grass. I really wish it snowed here in Australia- that would be so cool :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VlzphUH5B-I/S5IOL04nXwI/AAAAAAAAAWw/nGFii1GpJFY/s1600-h/500.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="398" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VlzphUH5B-I/S5IOL04nXwI/AAAAAAAAAWw/nGFii1GpJFY/s640/500.png" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Any who, I went over to &lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/profile/17447231101319431903"&gt;lesmagnifique's&lt;/a&gt; place today, we watched &lt;i&gt;Zombie Land&lt;/i&gt; and &lt;i&gt;500 Days of Summer &lt;/i&gt;(yeah I know we're a bit late, but hey). &lt;i&gt;Zombie Land&lt;/i&gt; was a good laugh&lt;i&gt; &lt;/i&gt;and&lt;i&gt; 500 days of Summer&lt;/i&gt; was really cute, Summer pissed me off a bit though when she invited Tom to the party but didn't tell him that she was engaged. Like what the hell? But yeah, really cute movie- with a sad/content ending. Which is good though, because it avoided the cliche's of most love stories.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VlzphUH5B-I/S5IOSKE6D9I/AAAAAAAAAW4/Xks2nycI0Xc/s1600-h/cake.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="350" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VlzphUH5B-I/S5IOSKE6D9I/AAAAAAAAAW4/Xks2nycI0Xc/s640/cake.jpg" width="550" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I've just baked a batch of chocolate cupcakes. I wish I could say that I made them myself but unfortunately I'm a really crap cook- so I used one of those ready made mixes that you can get at the stores. They smell really good though! I think they've cooled down about now, I'll go prepare the icing- till next time :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5801524931325429645-4610505161783262999?l=thereisnosuchthingasperfect.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thereisnosuchthingasperfect.blogspot.com/feeds/4610505161783262999/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thereisnosuchthingasperfect.blogspot.com/2010/03/rainy-with-chance-of-chocolate-cupcakes.html#comment-form' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5801524931325429645/posts/default/4610505161783262999'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5801524931325429645/posts/default/4610505161783262999'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thereisnosuchthingasperfect.blogspot.com/2010/03/rainy-with-chance-of-chocolate-cupcakes.html' title='Rainy with a chance of chocolate cupcakes'/><author><name>Lily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00303634142344805296</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-A5lLB3ld4RY/Ta0L9wdGiOI/AAAAAAAAAyw/UgdQI47tEA4/s220/leighton.PNG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VlzphUH5B-I/S5IN5U38MxI/AAAAAAAAAWo/b_omMmlwzJU/s72-c/hail.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5801524931325429645.post-6228768866184068122</id><published>2010-03-04T01:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-04-28T02:36:10.076-07:00</updated><title type='text'>"Omg, I broke my nail- scratch that- fang!"</title><content type='html'>I have just had a bowl of salad chucked at me by a two- year old. Kids these day, got no respect for their elders. Oh gosh, I'm starting to sound like a granny now.&lt;br /&gt;Any who, in concern to my previous post, the brain dissection went really well. I actually found it really cool and didn't get disturbed at all by it. I did however back out at the end when Saj decided to mash it all up (I know what you're thinking, I have a lunatic for a best friend). And you may be partially right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I finished reading&lt;i&gt; &lt;/i&gt;&lt;i&gt;The Van Alen Legacy&lt;/i&gt; today, after jumping up and down when I finally got my hands on a copy. I love this series, it's like &lt;i&gt;Gossip Girl&lt;/i&gt; but with fangs and always has a good twist in each book. &lt;br /&gt;The funny thing is, I actually liked Mimi Force in this one, despite the psycho bitch she inherently is- she came across as pretty likable. At the moment I'm hating Jack Force, because I think Schuyler and Oliver (my favorite character!) should have stayed together. Poor Ollie. But then again, Schuyler does annoy me at times with all the &lt;i&gt;Oliver- Jack- Oliver- Jack- I CAN'T BLOODY DECIDE&lt;/i&gt; business.&lt;br /&gt;That rings a bell, doesn't it?&lt;br /&gt;Cough *Bella Bitch Swan* cough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5801524931325429645-6228768866184068122?l=thereisnosuchthingasperfect.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thereisnosuchthingasperfect.blogspot.com/feeds/6228768866184068122/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thereisnosuchthingasperfect.blogspot.com/2010/03/omg-i-broke-nail-scratch-that-fang.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5801524931325429645/posts/default/6228768866184068122'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5801524931325429645/posts/default/6228768866184068122'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thereisnosuchthingasperfect.blogspot.com/2010/03/omg-i-broke-nail-scratch-that-fang.html' title='&quot;Omg, I broke my nail- scratch that- fang!&quot;'/><author><name>Lily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00303634142344805296</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-A5lLB3ld4RY/Ta0L9wdGiOI/AAAAAAAAAyw/UgdQI47tEA4/s220/leighton.PNG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5801524931325429645.post-4600086072914766851</id><published>2010-02-24T22:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-24T23:10:52.769-08:00</updated><title type='text'>People are like magazines- we all have issues.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I haven't had much of a great day. Actually it was pretty crap. I really hate my school and I'm sick of the people in it. Even my friends are getting on my nerves.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VlzphUH5B-I/S4Yazy3NNZI/AAAAAAAAAWI/PqgCQYX_jfs/s1600-h/hogwarts_large.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="180" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VlzphUH5B-I/S4Yazy3NNZI/AAAAAAAAAWI/PqgCQYX_jfs/s400/hogwarts_large.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I'm getting really nervous about that selective- entry school test that's coming up. It's only like four months away and I'm still not prepared. My life pretty much depends on getting into that school, it's my only ticket out of the purgatory I'm in now :S&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At the moment, I'm extremely busy 7 days a week. Besides having school from Monday through to Friday, I have coaching on Saturdays and I'm tutoring my Dad's- friend's- son in English on Sundays. I'm going to have to find a way to squeeze in some time to studying in the cacophony (ooh big word) of all this exhausting business.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VlzphUH5B-I/S4YahmVSOGI/AAAAAAAAAWA/yGVU2xbtRuI/s1600-h/brain.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="427" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VlzphUH5B-I/S4YahmVSOGI/AAAAAAAAAWA/yGVU2xbtRuI/s640/brain.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Any who, I really don't feel like going to school tomorrow, but I have to on account of a math test. Oh and a brain dissection! Yippee something positive there. We're going to be dissecting a sheep's brain tomorrow in science class. This is my first ever dissection so I don't know how I'll react to the situation when it comes, but at the moment it sounds pretty fascinating. Hope I don't throw up!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5801524931325429645-4600086072914766851?l=thereisnosuchthingasperfect.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thereisnosuchthingasperfect.blogspot.com/feeds/4600086072914766851/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thereisnosuchthingasperfect.blogspot.com/2010/02/people-are-like-magazines-we-all-have.html#comment-form' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5801524931325429645/posts/default/4600086072914766851'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5801524931325429645/posts/default/4600086072914766851'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thereisnosuchthingasperfect.blogspot.com/2010/02/people-are-like-magazines-we-all-have.html' title='People are like magazines- we all have issues.'/><author><name>Lily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00303634142344805296</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-A5lLB3ld4RY/Ta0L9wdGiOI/AAAAAAAAAyw/UgdQI47tEA4/s220/leighton.PNG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VlzphUH5B-I/S4Yazy3NNZI/AAAAAAAAAWI/PqgCQYX_jfs/s72-c/hogwarts_large.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5801524931325429645.post-5865364174383661075</id><published>2010-02-16T23:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-22T18:33:36.578-08:00</updated><title type='text'>If you wanna dress up as a vampire these days, ditch the fake fangs and just cover yourself with glitter.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Thanks a lot Stephanie Meyer, you have sabotaged vampire lore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VlzphUH5B-I/S4M-XLwXV6I/AAAAAAAAAUw/Q2_ZEGhpCKI/s1600-h/bitch_large.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="496" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VlzphUH5B-I/S4M-XLwXV6I/AAAAAAAAAUw/Q2_ZEGhpCKI/s640/bitch_large.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Way to go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gah, my Uncle bought me a &lt;i&gt;New Moon 2010&lt;/i&gt; calender. Since I'm not a fan I thought I'd sell it for five dollars to some annoying twihards I know, but I figured it's the thought that counts when it comes to gifts-from-Uncles-who-don't-know-what-you-like. And I did need a calender, so I cut up the page with the dates and days and stuck them on the wall. The character's faces being on the back, facing the wall, and out of my sight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since I didn't go to school today (because of my one-day-off-a-week-thingo), I took the time to clean/ organise my room. Yes! I have it back. My Aunt and cousin moved out a few days ago, although I'm psyched to have my room again- I miss having them here. The house feels too empty/ quiet. They still visit often though, which is nice :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and I almost forgot, yesterday while brushing my teeth in front of the bathroom mirror, a spider webbed (I don't think this word makes sense in this context, but hey) its way down from the ceiling and landed on my head! I started screaming, jumping around and running my fingers through my hair to make sure it wasn't in there. I changed my clothes (It wasn't on me THANK GOD) and peeked in the bathroom to see if it was anywhere there, but I couldn't find it.&lt;br /&gt;Wonder where it went? *gulp*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5801524931325429645-5865364174383661075?l=thereisnosuchthingasperfect.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thereisnosuchthingasperfect.blogspot.com/feeds/5865364174383661075/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thereisnosuchthingasperfect.blogspot.com/2010/02/if-you-wanna-dress-up-as-vampire-these.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5801524931325429645/posts/default/5865364174383661075'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5801524931325429645/posts/default/5865364174383661075'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thereisnosuchthingasperfect.blogspot.com/2010/02/if-you-wanna-dress-up-as-vampire-these.html' title='If you wanna dress up as a vampire these days, ditch the fake fangs and just cover yourself with glitter.'/><author><name>Lily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00303634142344805296</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-A5lLB3ld4RY/Ta0L9wdGiOI/AAAAAAAAAyw/UgdQI47tEA4/s220/leighton.PNG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VlzphUH5B-I/S4M-XLwXV6I/AAAAAAAAAUw/Q2_ZEGhpCKI/s72-c/bitch_large.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5801524931325429645.post-5327301616327857848</id><published>2010-02-10T03:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-22T16:03:38.685-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Whatever happened to you? Whatever happened to me?</title><content type='html'>The first week of school has been &lt;i&gt;extremely&lt;/i&gt; draining. Not to mention that it is also dumbing me down. Not to sound stuck up or anything, but because I've been studying quite a bit at home now, the work at school seems really easy.Oh and the fact that my school is pretty crappy anyway just adds to my dilemma."So what's the point of going?" I asked myself.&lt;br /&gt;I found the answer in a little quote posted over at &lt;a href="http://erinsteaparty.blogspot.com/2010/02/couple-of-pretty-quotes.html"&gt;Erin's Tea Party&lt;/a&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;'What cannot be avoided must be endured'&lt;/blockquote&gt;Oh, the patience we all have to put up with.&lt;br /&gt;Any who, while doing my Math homework yesterday, I was watching &lt;i&gt;Get a Clue&lt;/i&gt; on T.V (I know, I should've been concentrating on my trigonometry but multi- tasking is a skill too, you know!). I don't get why Lindsay Lohan got rid of her red hair. I think it suited her so much better than all the other colors she's done. What do you think?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.elle.com/var/ezflow_site/storage/images/elle/beauty/hair/celebrity-hair-transformations/lindsay-lohan/3422250-2-eng-US/Lindsay-Lohan.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="430" src="http://www.elle.com/var/ezflow_site/storage/images/elle/beauty/hair/celebrity-hair-transformations/lindsay-lohan/3422250-2-eng-US/Lindsay-Lohan.jpg" width="718" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and the new episodes of The Vampire Diaries finally start tonight (sorry if I'm a bit late with American T.V, don't blame me, blame Australia)! I can't wait because the first half of season one ended at a pretty tense scene! Who was that mystery person Elena collided with? Was it a vampire? Oh, gosh *gasp*.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5801524931325429645-5327301616327857848?l=thereisnosuchthingasperfect.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thereisnosuchthingasperfect.blogspot.com/feeds/5327301616327857848/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thereisnosuchthingasperfect.blogspot.com/2010/02/whatever-happened-to-you-whatever_10.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5801524931325429645/posts/default/5327301616327857848'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5801524931325429645/posts/default/5327301616327857848'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thereisnosuchthingasperfect.blogspot.com/2010/02/whatever-happened-to-you-whatever_10.html' title='Whatever happened to you? Whatever happened to me?'/><author><name>Lily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00303634142344805296</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-A5lLB3ld4RY/Ta0L9wdGiOI/AAAAAAAAAyw/UgdQI47tEA4/s220/leighton.PNG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5801524931325429645.post-1921960501078316538</id><published>2010-01-31T22:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-22T16:05:27.873-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='`'/><title type='text'>And so the school year begins...</title><content type='html'>Okay, so the morning started off CRAP because I was in a grade with like NONE of my friends and Saj was in a grade with all the really bitchy girls, so at recess we went to the Year 9 Coordinator, and we were like,&lt;br /&gt;"SIR WE HATE OUR GRADES!" &lt;br /&gt;Surprisingly he listened to us. God bless that man. seriously.&lt;br /&gt;We changed to 9C, and now everything's all good (thank you God). Oh yeah, and Nas and NJ didn't end up leaving so they're back, I still miss Khadija though. But right now I'm all pumped to start the new year! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought I'd blog a bit about some movies which I really want to watch that will be coming out soon. &lt;i&gt;Percy Jackson and the Lightning Thief &lt;/i&gt;looks pretty interesting. I was thinking about reading the book before the movie hit the cinemas, but I read that it's more for a younger crowd. The film adaption looks great though!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://tinypic.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Image and video hosting by TinyPic" border="0" height="395" src="http://i45.tinypic.com/21k9ncx.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and is it just me or does the main guy look a lot like Aaron Johnson?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.daemonsmovies.com/wp-content/uploads/2009/07/loganlerman-percyjackson-olympians-lightning-thief-500x238.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="188" src="http://www.daemonsmovies.com/wp-content/uploads/2009/07/loganlerman-percyjackson-olympians-lightning-thief-500x238.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmmm, let's hope this one doesn't go and marry a 42 year old woman too :S&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another movie which I've got high expectations for is &lt;i&gt;Valentine's Day&lt;/i&gt;! The trailer looks really good and it's got a stack full&amp;nbsp; of celebrity's starring in it. Looks a bit similar to Love Actually which was so sweet. Can't wait to see it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://images2.fanpop.com/image/photos/9400000/Valentines-Day-Movie-Poster-2-valentines-day-2010-9477295-450-681.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zRGwpvGPlGE/Sy8ZVvsqQ9I/AAAAAAAACU0/eVJ5MZNWnww/s1600/Valentines-Day-Movie-stills-valentines-day-2010.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="416" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zRGwpvGPlGE/Sy8ZVvsqQ9I/AAAAAAAACU0/eVJ5MZNWnww/s640/Valentines-Day-Movie-stills-valentines-day-2010.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5801524931325429645-1921960501078316538?l=thereisnosuchthingasperfect.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thereisnosuchthingasperfect.blogspot.com/feeds/1921960501078316538/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thereisnosuchthingasperfect.blogspot.com/2010/01/and-so-school-year-begins.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5801524931325429645/posts/default/1921960501078316538'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5801524931325429645/posts/default/1921960501078316538'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thereisnosuchthingasperfect.blogspot.com/2010/01/and-so-school-year-begins.html' title='And so the school year begins...'/><author><name>Lily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00303634142344805296</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-A5lLB3ld4RY/Ta0L9wdGiOI/AAAAAAAAAyw/UgdQI47tEA4/s220/leighton.PNG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i45.tinypic.com/21k9ncx_th.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5801524931325429645.post-6990161652348900576</id><published>2010-01-31T02:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-22T16:06:42.170-08:00</updated><title type='text'>"Oh great, school starts tomorrow!" Was that sarcasm I sensed?</title><content type='html'>Being an extremely lazy person, I have no interest in sports whatsoever, but tennis seems to come across as quite interesting during the hot season. &lt;br /&gt;Right now, I'm watching the Australian Open Men's Final&amp;nbsp; between Roger Federer and Andy Murray. At the moment, Federer's in the lead. This match isn't as tense as previous ones, Murray doesn't seem to be playing as aggressively with Federer as he did with Rafael Nadal. But gosh he needs to if he wants to beat the World's #1 in tennis!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Any who, school starts tomorrow! Hoorah! Yipeee!&lt;br /&gt;Oh wait, I forgot that you can't hear the sarcasm in my voice.&lt;br /&gt;Ha ha, oh well, I'm actually not feeling too bad about it. Though I will be mssing Khadija, NJ and Nas who aren't coming back this year, but my holidays have been pretty good, so I've got a pretty optimistic perspective for this year. Please God, let it remain that way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ooh &lt;i&gt;Suddenly 30&lt;/i&gt; is on too!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://wordsmithlane.files.wordpress.com/2009/08/suddenly-30.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://outnow.ch/Media/Movies/Bilder/2004/13GoingOn30/movie.fs/02.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="426" src="http://outnow.ch/Media/Movies/Bilder/2004/13GoingOn30/movie.fs/02.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This movie always makes me think about how in high school, popularity means all the world, but when your older and you leave school behind, none of that really matters. Hmmm, good lesson there!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I'll go back to the TV now, gotta see who wins this match. I'm betting on Federer.&lt;br /&gt;Hope tomorrow turns out well :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5801524931325429645-6990161652348900576?l=thereisnosuchthingasperfect.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thereisnosuchthingasperfect.blogspot.com/feeds/6990161652348900576/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thereisnosuchthingasperfect.blogspot.com/2010/01/being-extremely-lazy-person-i-have-no.html#comment-form' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5801524931325429645/posts/default/6990161652348900576'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5801524931325429645/posts/default/6990161652348900576'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thereisnosuchthingasperfect.blogspot.com/2010/01/being-extremely-lazy-person-i-have-no.html' title='&quot;Oh great, school starts tomorrow!&quot; Was that sarcasm I sensed?'/><author><name>Lily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00303634142344805296</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-A5lLB3ld4RY/Ta0L9wdGiOI/AAAAAAAAAyw/UgdQI47tEA4/s220/leighton.PNG'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5801524931325429645.post-4616041833287329594</id><published>2010-01-24T20:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-22T16:06:52.794-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Oh Summer, Summer, wherefore art thou Summer? Oh, there you are!</title><content type='html'>Well hello my lovely readers,&lt;br /&gt;Summer here has been quite crappy since the season began, but yesterday, it was beautiful :)&lt;br /&gt;Today it is too, but I'm stuck indoors because I have a stomach ache &lt;i&gt;and&lt;/i&gt; am trying to squeeze in some studying (which I should be doing right now :S) before school starts next week (ugh!). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Moving on about yesterday, we were finally able to go to that Water Park that we had planned to go to three weeks ago (but canceled due to the cold weather), and it was SO MUCH FUN!&lt;br /&gt;It was really nice to see my parents canoeing together too :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VlzphUH5B-I/S10pq3gI3pI/AAAAAAAAASw/9ny1XrqHUo4/s1600-h/3730999962_0557779528_b_large.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VlzphUH5B-I/S10w5R5UEBI/AAAAAAAAATQ/14MoFnwXzww/s1600-h/tumblr_kwb4wbcu811qa1b42o1_500_large.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="460" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VlzphUH5B-I/S10w5R5UEBI/AAAAAAAAATQ/14MoFnwXzww/s640/tumblr_kwb4wbcu811qa1b42o1_500_large.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Any who, I'll leave you wonderful lot with&amp;nbsp; two quotes from my English teacher at coaching, who in my opinion, comes from a totally different breed of educators,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;"If you don't have a dictionary, go buy one. But don't get those really big ones, 'cause you don't want to turn up to class looking like a complete nerd, &lt;i&gt;because that's just not that cool&lt;/i&gt;."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"When writing a story, &lt;i&gt;describe&lt;/i&gt; your setting, okay? Because if you don't, the teacher correcting your work will get confused, and teacher's don't like getting confused; &lt;i&gt;we're just as dumb as everyone else."&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now there's something you don't hear everyday ;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5801524931325429645-4616041833287329594?l=thereisnosuchthingasperfect.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thereisnosuchthingasperfect.blogspot.com/feeds/4616041833287329594/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thereisnosuchthingasperfect.blogspot.com/2010/01/oh-summer-summer-wherefore-art-thou.html#comment-form' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5801524931325429645/posts/default/4616041833287329594'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5801524931325429645/posts/default/4616041833287329594'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thereisnosuchthingasperfect.blogspot.com/2010/01/oh-summer-summer-wherefore-art-thou.html' title='Oh Summer, Summer, wherefore art thou Summer? Oh, there you are!'/><author><name>Lily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00303634142344805296</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-A5lLB3ld4RY/Ta0L9wdGiOI/AAAAAAAAAyw/UgdQI47tEA4/s220/leighton.PNG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VlzphUH5B-I/S10w5R5UEBI/AAAAAAAAATQ/14MoFnwXzww/s72-c/tumblr_kwb4wbcu811qa1b42o1_500_large.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5801524931325429645.post-469143211152954472</id><published>2010-01-21T01:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-21T17:50:33.625-08:00</updated><title type='text'>And I thought you were cool; guess NOT.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span id="PostText"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span id="PostText"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span id="PostText"&gt;So in some of my recent posts I've been going on about how I really admire Taylor Momsen's style and hair, but after hearing this from &lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/profile/17447231101319431903"&gt;lesmagnifique&lt;/a&gt; as well as reading it online, I guess she isn't such an admirable person after all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://guestofaguest.com/wp-content/uploads/2009/09/1252042161_090903_ta.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="654" src="http://guestofaguest.com/wp-content/uploads/2009/09/1252042161_090903_ta.jpg" width="512" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&amp;nbsp;Source: &lt;a href="http://www.hollyscoop.com/taylor-momsen/taylor-momsen-too-busy-to-think-about-haiti_22746.aspx"&gt;http://www.hollyscoop.com/taylor-momsen/taylor-momsen-too-busy-to-think-about-haiti_22746.aspx&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span id="PostText"&gt;While many celebrities have been announcing their pledge of support to the victims of the earthquake in Haiti, there’s one person who’s not interested in lending any help.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span id="PostText"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span id="PostText"&gt; Gossip Girl’s Taylor Momsen had a shocking response when reporters asked if she was following in the footsteps of people like Wyclef Jean, Madonna, and Angelina Jolie, and lending support to the victims of the devastated country.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span id="PostText"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span id="PostText"&gt; Taylor told Ok! magazine, “Um, right now I’m trying to just finish my record and getting through the last season of Gossip Girl for right now. So not so much thinking about that.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span id="PostText"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span id="PostText"&gt; She must have realized how terribly bitchy and insensitive she sounded, so Taylor quickly added, “But it’s awesome that everyone is ya know working towards a good cause.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span id="PostText"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt; &lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5801524931325429645-469143211152954472?l=thereisnosuchthingasperfect.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thereisnosuchthingasperfect.blogspot.com/feeds/469143211152954472/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thereisnosuchthingasperfect.blogspot.com/2010/01/and-i-thought-you-were-cool-guess-not.html#comment-form' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5801524931325429645/posts/default/469143211152954472'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5801524931325429645/posts/default/469143211152954472'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thereisnosuchthingasperfect.blogspot.com/2010/01/and-i-thought-you-were-cool-guess-not.html' title='And I thought you were cool; guess NOT.'/><author><name>Lily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00303634142344805296</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-A5lLB3ld4RY/Ta0L9wdGiOI/AAAAAAAAAyw/UgdQI47tEA4/s220/leighton.PNG'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5801524931325429645.post-4544443911429900145</id><published>2010-01-12T20:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-22T16:07:21.645-08:00</updated><title type='text'>New Title!</title><content type='html'>Okay, so I wrote in one of my recent posts that I wanted a new title for my blog. Something optimistic because &lt;i&gt;;there is no such thing as perfect.&lt;/i&gt; just makes me feel down now, every time I read it. I'd like to thank those who shared their suggestions and wished me luck on deciding on one; I've finally got it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It came to me the other day when I was watching &lt;i&gt;Tin Man&lt;/i&gt; on T.V, which is a science fiction re- imagining of &lt;i&gt;The Wizard of Oz&lt;/i&gt; starring Zooey Deschanel as Dorothy (or in this movie's case, she's known as DG). All the much- loved characters are included, with a few alterations though- the Tin Man isn't literally made out of tin and the 'Wicked Witch of the West' is DG's psycho bitch of a sister. All in all a pretty interesting watch. Any who, back to the topic!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://10moviestosee.com/wp-content/uploads/2009/08/tin_man_cast2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="449" src="http://10moviestosee.com/wp-content/uploads/2009/08/tin_man_cast2.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While watching &lt;i&gt;Tin Man&lt;/i&gt;, I was reminded of the original movie, and that song that Dorothy sings at the beginning,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/images/dorothy%20singing%20somewhere%20over%20the%20rainbow" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="SomeWhereOverTheRainbow 510 Pictures, Images and Photos" border="0" height="476" src="http://i235.photobucket.com/albums/ee267/valmour/SomeWhereOverTheRainbow510.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;"Somewhere over the rainbow&lt;br /&gt;Skies are blue,&lt;br /&gt;And the dreams that you dare to dream&lt;br /&gt;Really do come true. "&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;and that's when it hit me!&lt;/div&gt;"Somewhere over the rainbow..." It gives a feeling of hope, that in the end everything will turn out to be better.&lt;br /&gt;The perfect new title for my blog! What do you think of it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ooh and by the way, I finished reading &lt;i&gt;The Time Traveler's Wife&lt;/i&gt;. It's such a beautiful and unique story :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5801524931325429645-4544443911429900145?l=thereisnosuchthingasperfect.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thereisnosuchthingasperfect.blogspot.com/feeds/4544443911429900145/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thereisnosuchthingasperfect.blogspot.com/2010/01/new-blog-title.html#comment-form' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5801524931325429645/posts/default/4544443911429900145'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5801524931325429645/posts/default/4544443911429900145'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thereisnosuchthingasperfect.blogspot.com/2010/01/new-blog-title.html' title='New Title!'/><author><name>Lily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00303634142344805296</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-A5lLB3ld4RY/Ta0L9wdGiOI/AAAAAAAAAyw/UgdQI47tEA4/s220/leighton.PNG'/></author><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5801524931325429645.post-1615034079088992995</id><published>2010-01-10T20:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-11T17:24:53.782-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Thou Shall Not be Lazy and Stupid</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Oh God, there's only three weeks left of the summer holidays. Okay, maybe that sounds like quite a while but let me tell you, time sure flies really quickly when you're doing nothing but eating and sleeping. Which is how I've been spending most of my precious school-free time. LAZING AROUND AND WASTING IT!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Honestly, there's only about (counts on fingers) 1, 2, 3.......4, 5 months left till the selective entry school's test and I'm at the peak of my stupidity. Oh and not to mention I am getting fatter by the day. Gosh, I'll be returning to school as a human- sized marsh mellow! *scream*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Okay, I have got to pick up my act and cut some slack. Starting from&amp;nbsp; NOW.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I'll set a routine for myself in order to become a healthier and smarter person and just not the&amp;nbsp; couch potato which I am at the moment :S&amp;nbsp; Here we go:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;10 am- Wake up. (I should probably get up a bit earlier but &lt;i&gt;come on&lt;/i&gt;, it's the holidays!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;10 to 10.30 am- Breakfast (Preferably something healthy)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;10:30 to 12:30- STUDY, STUDY, STUDY!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VlzphUH5B-I/S0qiFpXRXyI/AAAAAAAAARU/nVxp23SOFCU/s1600-h/tumblr_ktokamBCSn1qzjggvo1_400_large.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="399" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VlzphUH5B-I/S0qiFpXRXyI/AAAAAAAAARU/nVxp23SOFCU/s320/tumblr_ktokamBCSn1qzjggvo1_400_large.jpg" width="607" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;12:30 to 12:50- Run on treadmill for 20 minutes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;12:50 to 1:00 pm- Break (aka LAZY TIME!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;1:00 to 1:30- Lunch (Which must be healthy &lt;i&gt;again&lt;/i&gt;. So NOT something like this,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VlzphUH5B-I/S0qkn4MoN2I/AAAAAAAAARc/FZGbkaojEeU/s1600-h/burger.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="331" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VlzphUH5B-I/S0qkn4MoN2I/AAAAAAAAARc/FZGbkaojEeU/s320/burger.jpg" width="495" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;but something like this)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I feel your pain, little sandwich. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VlzphUH5B-I/S0qlBEBh8NI/AAAAAAAAARk/lQZUH5d_D8o/s1600-h/sanwhich.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="502" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VlzphUH5B-I/S0qlBEBh8NI/AAAAAAAAARk/lQZUH5d_D8o/s320/sanwhich.jpg" width="488" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Any who, after that...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;1:30- Shower&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;2:00 to 4:00- STUDY, STUDY, STUDY!!! &lt;i&gt;Again!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;4:00 till next morning- Thou shall be set free!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Terms and Conditions: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;This routine is ONLY for days Monday- Friday. NOT WEEKENDS OH HELL NO I HAVE BETTER STUFF TO DO AND UNHEALTHY JUNK TO EAT.&amp;nbsp; Timing may vary from day to day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Huh, doubt I'll be able to keep up with this but then again my New Year's Resolution #7 was to beleive in myself and do my best to achieve my goals. Which I will- hopefully. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OH GOD PLEASE MAKE THIS EASY.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5801524931325429645-1615034079088992995?l=thereisnosuchthingasperfect.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thereisnosuchthingasperfect.blogspot.com/feeds/1615034079088992995/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thereisnosuchthingasperfect.blogspot.com/2010/01/though-shall-not-be-lazy.html#comment-form' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5801524931325429645/posts/default/1615034079088992995'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5801524931325429645/posts/default/1615034079088992995'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thereisnosuchthingasperfect.blogspot.com/2010/01/though-shall-not-be-lazy.html' title='Thou Shall Not be Lazy and Stupid'/><author><name>Lily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00303634142344805296</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-A5lLB3ld4RY/Ta0L9wdGiOI/AAAAAAAAAyw/UgdQI47tEA4/s220/leighton.PNG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VlzphUH5B-I/S0qiFpXRXyI/AAAAAAAAARU/nVxp23SOFCU/s72-c/tumblr_ktokamBCSn1qzjggvo1_400_large.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5801524931325429645.post-4240120020319825794</id><published>2010-01-05T20:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-05T21:20:45.582-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Awesome Read :)</title><content type='html'>Okay, at the moment I'm supposed to be improving my algebra skills but trying to study in front of a computer is &lt;i&gt;extremely&lt;/i&gt; distracting. So I thought I'd put in a quick post to satisfy my inner blogger.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;No wait, I &lt;i&gt;really &lt;/i&gt;should be doing math right now.&lt;br /&gt;Oh shut up brain!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Any who, it's been ages since I've read one of those rare books which are &lt;i&gt;impossible-to-put-down&lt;/i&gt;, but I've gotten my hands on one. I trust everyone's heard of the new movie,&lt;i&gt; The Time Traveler's Wife, &lt;/i&gt;with Eric Bana and the gorgeous Rachel Mcadams? Well no, I haven't watched it yet, but I've been reading the book&amp;nbsp; and gosh it is AMAZING! Right from the very first page it had me entranced!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.booksvariety.com/wp-content/uploads/2009/10/timetravelerswife_page_1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://www.booksvariety.com/wp-content/uploads/2009/10/timetravelerswife_page_1.jpg" width="426" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's a love story (and when I say this, don't go thinking &lt;i&gt;Twilight&lt;/i&gt;. Ugh, yuck!), because this is &lt;i&gt;the real&lt;/i&gt; stuff. Yep, no hot guy with fangs (thank God). It's about a man named Henry who has a genetic disorder which allows him to time travel to his past and future (not at will) and his wife Clare. It's really lovely and literally has my nose glued to its pages. I haven't yet finished it but I'll definitely let you know my final impression. I won't spoil the ending though, because I totally recommend you to read this :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://cinematropolis.files.wordpress.com/2009/05/2009_the_time_travelers_wife_001.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="482" src="http://cinematropolis.files.wordpress.com/2009/05/2009_the_time_travelers_wife_001.jpg" width="790" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really hope the movie is just as good. Because usually when really awesome books are adapted to the big screen, they end up wrecking the story. Has anyone seen it yet?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh great, Dad needs the computer. Ah well, I should probably be getting back to algebra anyway.&lt;br /&gt;Laters :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5801524931325429645-4240120020319825794?l=thereisnosuchthingasperfect.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thereisnosuchthingasperfect.blogspot.com/feeds/4240120020319825794/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thereisnosuchthingasperfect.blogspot.com/2010/01/awesome-read.html#comment-form' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5801524931325429645/posts/default/4240120020319825794'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5801524931325429645/posts/default/4240120020319825794'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thereisnosuchthingasperfect.blogspot.com/2010/01/awesome-read.html' title='Awesome Read :)'/><author><name>Lily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00303634142344805296</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-A5lLB3ld4RY/Ta0L9wdGiOI/AAAAAAAAAyw/UgdQI47tEA4/s220/leighton.PNG'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5801524931325429645.post-5985009127368826115</id><published>2010-01-02T18:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-02T23:57:53.219-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Unplanned Beginning...</title><content type='html'>So New Years Eve night didn't quite go as planned, nor did the next day.&lt;br /&gt;We couldn't camp out in the backyard due to A MASSIVE THUNDERSTORM (talk about summer, hey?), and since we didn't want to have to pack our bags and head back home, my friends and I decided to set the tents up in &lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/profile/17447231101319431903"&gt;lemagnifiques'&lt;/a&gt; garage instead. At least I would get to finally stay in a tent and we would all be spending the night together, which is the most important thing after all. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We watched &lt;i&gt;Clueless&lt;/i&gt; and &lt;i&gt;Love Actually&lt;/i&gt;, which are two very awesome movies. I really admired the main character of &lt;i&gt;Clueless&lt;/i&gt;, Cher, based on Emma by Jane Austen. She was seemingly perfect at first &lt;i&gt;yet humanely flawed&lt;/i&gt; and always very considerate of those around her. The ending was pretty cute.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://deathwearsdiamondjewellery.files.wordpress.com/2009/04/clueless-1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="399" src="http://deathwearsdiamondjewellery.files.wordpress.com/2009/04/clueless-1.jpg" width="554" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh&amp;nbsp; and &lt;i&gt;Love Actually&lt;/i&gt; was really sweet. I found myself going, "Awww..." in multiple scenes. Especially in this one,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iiGp2-lsvic/R3PtY4scK0I/AAAAAAAAAWI/0rJNcO3Id-c/s1600/loveactuallypuba.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="430" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iiGp2-lsvic/R3PtY4scK0I/AAAAAAAAAWI/0rJNcO3Id-c/s400/loveactuallypuba.jpg" width="537" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and &lt;i&gt;of course&lt;/i&gt; this one. It was oh so adorable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VlzphUH5B-I/S0BLjB0fHGI/AAAAAAAAARE/b4QnghKrGC0/s1600-h/tumblr_kv50p5y4sa1qziyd9o1_500_large.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="679" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VlzphUH5B-I/S0BLjB0fHGI/AAAAAAAAARE/b4QnghKrGC0/s640/tumblr_kv50p5y4sa1qziyd9o1_500_large.png" width="534" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hugh Grant's dancing scene was also a major highlight. Definitely worth a re-wind!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Any who, we didn't end up going to the Water Park because the weather was really cold, windy and on the verge of rain. So instead we had a picnic at the park, where my friends won kites at a nearby carnival. We spent the afternoon flying them, and it was really fun because it felt like I was up in the sky myself. I ended up getting tangled in the strings though which had my friends in hysterics!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hope everyone had a good start to the new year :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5801524931325429645-5985009127368826115?l=thereisnosuchthingasperfect.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thereisnosuchthingasperfect.blogspot.com/feeds/5985009127368826115/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thereisnosuchthingasperfect.blogspot.com/2010/01/unplanned-beginning.html#comment-form' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5801524931325429645/posts/default/5985009127368826115'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5801524931325429645/posts/default/5985009127368826115'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thereisnosuchthingasperfect.blogspot.com/2010/01/unplanned-beginning.html' title='Unplanned Beginning...'/><author><name>Lily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00303634142344805296</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-A5lLB3ld4RY/Ta0L9wdGiOI/AAAAAAAAAyw/UgdQI47tEA4/s220/leighton.PNG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iiGp2-lsvic/R3PtY4scK0I/AAAAAAAAAWI/0rJNcO3Id-c/s72-c/loveactuallypuba.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5801524931325429645.post-2704601625164663031</id><published>2009-12-30T19:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-30T23:09:30.380-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bye Bye 2009, Hello New Perspective!</title><content type='html'>Last day of 2009 and the sweltering heat is killing me. Geuss this year doesn't want to let go of us so easily, hey? Any who, since I wasn't able to go camping with my friends last week, we're gonna all have a sleepover at &lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/profile/17447231101319431903"&gt;lemagnifiques'&lt;/a&gt; place to clelebrate New Year's Eve night. Although it's not going to be a typical slumber party, we'll be sleeping in tents in her backyard and since I've never stayed in a tent before, I really don't know what to expect. Should be fun though!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.sturgisridersrally.com/Tent_everything.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://www.sturgisridersrally.com/Tent_everything.JPG" width="711" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, my lovely readers, guess that brings us to the end of this year. But to the beginning of another of course. I hope you all have a wonderful New Year's Eve and a great start to 2010 which will (hopefully, pray to God) be an awesome year. Hope your days are filled with sunshine and yummy barbecues! Or snow ball fights and hot chocolate if you live on the other side of the world!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh God, please make 2010 one to look forward to :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I'll leave you with a song by Panic! at the Disco called 'New Perspective'. I really love this song, I reckon they could have made a better clip to it though, but the lyrics are great. I've been listening to them over and over again, because it's a great listen if you're thinking of beginning the new year as a new person. Which I sure am :) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="visibility: visible;"&gt;&lt;object data="http://assets.myflashfetish.com/swf/mp3/mp-sk.swf" height="180" style="height: 180px; width: 400px;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="400"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://assets.myflashfetish.com/swf/mp3/mp-sk.swf" /&gt;&lt;param name="quality" value="high" /&gt;&lt;param name="scale" value="noscale" /&gt;&lt;param name="salign" value="TL" /&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"/&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="myid=39885077&amp;path=2009/12/31&amp;mycolor=9507ed&amp;mycolor2=4f4942&amp;mycolor3=35bde3&amp;autoplay=false&amp;rand=0&amp;f=4&amp;vol=100&amp;pat=0&amp;grad=false&amp;ow=400&amp;oh=180"/&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mixpod.com/playlist/39885077" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Music" src="http://assets.myflashfetish.com/images/get-tracks.gif" style="border-style: none;" title="Get Music Tracks!" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mixpod.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Playlist" src="http://assets.myflashfetish.com/images/make-own.gif" style="border-style: none;" title="Create A Playlist!" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://mixpod.com/"&gt;Music&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://mixpod.com/"&gt;Playlist&lt;/a&gt; at &lt;a href="http://mixpod.com/"&gt;MixPod.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;"Stop there, and let me correct it&lt;br /&gt;I wanna live a life from a new perspective&lt;br /&gt;You come along because I love your face&lt;br /&gt;And I'll admire your expensive taste"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"And who cares, divine intervention&lt;br /&gt;I wanna be praised from a new perspective&lt;br /&gt;But leaving now would be a good idea&lt;br /&gt;So catch me up, I'm getting out of here"&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&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/5801524931325429645-2704601625164663031?l=thereisnosuchthingasperfect.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thereisnosuchthingasperfect.blogspot.com/feeds/2704601625164663031/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thereisnosuchthingasperfect.blogspot.com/2009/12/bye-bye-2009-hello-new-perspective.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5801524931325429645/posts/default/2704601625164663031'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5801524931325429645/posts/default/2704601625164663031'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thereisnosuchthingasperfect.blogspot.com/2009/12/bye-bye-2009-hello-new-perspective.html' title='Bye Bye 2009, Hello New Perspective!'/><author><name>Lily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00303634142344805296</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-A5lLB3ld4RY/Ta0L9wdGiOI/AAAAAAAAAyw/UgdQI47tEA4/s220/leighton.PNG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5801524931325429645.post-4610726547412646255</id><published>2009-12-26T22:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-21T18:27:32.364-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Good, The Bad, and the Vows that Come Along with Both</title><content type='html'>Ah, silence. Haven't heard it in a while.&lt;br /&gt;Wait, does that even make sense?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Any who, I recently got my hair cut &lt;i&gt;again &lt;/i&gt;and now it resembles Hayley Williams' hair more than Taylor Momsen's. Er...just minus the red. I really like it, and I've vowed to not cut it for the next three months due to the fact that I've been cutting it about every three weeks now, which Mum's not very happy about :S&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VlzphUH5B-I/Szb8U7OEAMI/AAAAAAAAAQs/AY3IL3de2GQ/s1600-h/Hayley_Williams_Wallpaper_by_Paddyt07.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://wppd-images.web.aol.com/music_gallery/i/p/paramore/15-paramore-140807.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="691" src="http://wppd-images.web.aol.com/music_gallery/i/p/paramore/15-paramore-140807.jpg" width="499" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and Boxing Day shopping was awesome! I practically emptied my Mum's wallet though, which I feel kind of guilty about but I've made a vow that I won't make her buy me anything for the whole of next year. Which probably won't last, but it goes for the time being. I'll try to upload some pics of the things I brought later on; right now I'm a bit busy with my Aunt and cousin staying over, which &lt;strike&gt;is driving me up the wall&lt;/strike&gt; I am thoroughly enjoying. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are three things very &lt;strike&gt;wrong&lt;/strike&gt; right with my life at the moment:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;# 1. I awoke this morning&amp;nbsp; to find myself lying on the sofa bed in the middle of the living room, and will most probably be doing so for the next whole ruddy month.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;# 2. I have just been threatened by a little aggressive two year old, aka my cousin, that if I don't hand over the t.v remote to him, I will be pinched within an inch of my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;# 3. I've literally forgotten the definition of privacy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear God, haven't I been through enough &lt;strike&gt;turmoil&lt;/strike&gt; pleasure already?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Boo. Here are my New Year's Resolutions for 2010:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VlzphUH5B-I/Szgd6Q8ijPI/AAAAAAAAAQ8/hc9DBIxVs3k/s1600-h/1.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="361" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VlzphUH5B-I/Szgd6Q8ijPI/AAAAAAAAAQ8/hc9DBIxVs3k/s640/1.png" width="687" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The actual list was longer, but I had to narrow it down to the top seven. Oh crap, I forgot to add that I wouldn'y be such a lazy person anymore; I doubt I'd follow that anyway though. Ah well, I figured seven would be enough to start with, it is the most magical number of all, right?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5801524931325429645-4610726547412646255?l=thereisnosuchthingasperfect.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thereisnosuchthingasperfect.blogspot.com/feeds/4610726547412646255/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thereisnosuchthingasperfect.blogspot.com/2009/12/good-bad-and-vows-that-come-along.html#comment-form' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5801524931325429645/posts/default/4610726547412646255'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5801524931325429645/posts/default/4610726547412646255'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thereisnosuchthingasperfect.blogspot.com/2009/12/good-bad-and-vows-that-come-along.html' title='The Good, The Bad, and the Vows that Come Along with Both'/><author><name>Lily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00303634142344805296</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-A5lLB3ld4RY/Ta0L9wdGiOI/AAAAAAAAAyw/UgdQI47tEA4/s220/leighton.PNG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VlzphUH5B-I/Szgd6Q8ijPI/AAAAAAAAAQ8/hc9DBIxVs3k/s72-c/1.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5801524931325429645.post-7640187653677425964</id><published>2009-12-23T23:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-24T01:17:25.908-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Do Your Good Looks Affect Your Brain, or Something?</title><content type='html'>I'm linking my friend &lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/profile/17447231101319431903"&gt;lesmagnifiques'&lt;/a&gt; post &lt;a href="http://lesmagnifiquesdelavie.blogspot.com/2009/12/oh-em-gee.html?showComment=1261637113939_AIe9_BF9KawKqRK0fVJlKriH6gnwKtdcKLBpU5f2FqVn1z6IVqS5aRVZ6RBF7XroKL7wdmgs5gwrMTDjc5IJ34jHvuGuFyq7QrFL4AuAgf8bdt-waBtV011RTD6IiImj2lnQ14t0SRoaPlO2stuBn4nF-3l5Xsc1rDZ6ex582WxWBU0svxjaT7iqG4dqfb_ay80nEvBcAnEl9Sqy3W65VA_ZKQk_BuSAAez6b9NgG0bzwPnBYDcIXDU#c4516606186260902557"&gt;OH EM GEE&lt;/a&gt;, over from her blog &lt;a href="http://lesmagnifiquesdelavie.blogspot.com/"&gt;Some Kind of Wonderful,&lt;/a&gt; (check it out, it's awesome) because I bet we weren't the only girls (or maybe even guys? lol) who went , "Wow, he's cute!" when they saw Aaron Johnson, who plays Robbie, in Angus Thongs and Perfect Snogging.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VlzphUH5B-I/SzMZLMKpNjI/AAAAAAAAAPk/Z2WT5rk5rxE/s1600-h/59fb733f-90f0-4d72-b508-079e9930bc5a.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="363" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VlzphUH5B-I/SzMZLMKpNjI/AAAAAAAAAPk/Z2WT5rk5rxE/s320/59fb733f-90f0-4d72-b508-079e9930bc5a.jpg" width="491" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love that movie, it's absolutely marvy LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://img2.tinypic.info/files/320xuksqiygpy9qugmbm.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://girliegossip.com/wp-content/uploads/2008/12/angus_thongs_2d_ps.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="574" src="http://girliegossip.com/wp-content/uploads/2008/12/angus_thongs_2d_ps.jpg" width="427" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Moving on,&lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/profile/17447231101319431903"&gt; lesmagnifiques&lt;/a&gt; decided to Google him and &lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/profile/17447231101319431903"&gt;she&lt;/a&gt; found out on Wikipedia, that he is engaged to a FREAKING 42 YEAR OLD WOMAN by the name of Sam-Taylor Wood.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And he's only 19, so that makes their age difference FREAKING 23 YEARS!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www1.pictures.zimbio.com/gi/Opening+Ceremony+Baaria+Red+Carpet+66th+Venice+r5tb44CK3OXl.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="594" src="http://www1.pictures.zimbio.com/gi/Opening+Ceremony+Baaria+Red+Carpet+66th+Venice+r5tb44CK3OXl.jpg" width="404" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and she also has two children. Cute family, hey?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://i.dailymail.co.uk/i/pix/2009/10/30/article-0-0704CA85000005DC-539_468x717.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="661" src="http://i.dailymail.co.uk/i/pix/2009/10/30/article-0-0704CA85000005DC-539_468x717.jpg" width="430" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have only &lt;strike&gt;one&lt;/strike&gt; three question/s:&lt;br /&gt;WHY?! OH WHY?! OH WHY?! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He is &lt;i&gt;literally&lt;/i&gt; taking his life in his palm, scrunching it up and chucking it in the &lt;i&gt;bin&lt;/i&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;YOU'RE NINETEEN! ENJOY BEING A RECKLESS YOUTHFUL CELEBRITY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and even if you &lt;i&gt;do really&lt;/i&gt; want to get married so quickly, why to &lt;i&gt;her&lt;/i&gt;? She's old enough to be your MUM!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh God have mercy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Any who, a quick update on &lt;i&gt;my life&lt;/i&gt;. I will be spending tomorrow doing nothing but chores at home before my aunt arrives, while all my friends are out camping. AND I'm going to be bunking out in the living room for the next month or something because my Aunt and little cousin are taking over my room. Sounds lovely, doesn't it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh God have mercy &lt;i&gt;again. &lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5801524931325429645-7640187653677425964?l=thereisnosuchthingasperfect.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thereisnosuchthingasperfect.blogspot.com/feeds/7640187653677425964/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thereisnosuchthingasperfect.blogspot.com/2009/12/im-linking-my-friend-lesmagnifiques.html#comment-form' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5801524931325429645/posts/default/7640187653677425964'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5801524931325429645/posts/default/7640187653677425964'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thereisnosuchthingasperfect.blogspot.com/2009/12/im-linking-my-friend-lesmagnifiques.html' title='Do Your Good Looks Affect Your Brain, or Something?'/><author><name>Lily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00303634142344805296</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-A5lLB3ld4RY/Ta0L9wdGiOI/AAAAAAAAAyw/UgdQI47tEA4/s220/leighton.PNG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VlzphUH5B-I/SzMZLMKpNjI/AAAAAAAAAPk/Z2WT5rk5rxE/s72-c/59fb733f-90f0-4d72-b508-079e9930bc5a.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5801524931325429645.post-4115285523040079157</id><published>2009-12-22T00:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-23T17:34:37.148-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Yes, No, Maybe, I Don't Know, Can You Repeat the Question?</title><content type='html'>"YOU'RE NOT THE BOSS OF ME NOW,&lt;br /&gt;YOU'RE NOT THE BOSS OF ME NOW,&lt;br /&gt;YOU'RE NOT THE BOSS OF ME NOW,&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;AND YOU'RE NOT SO BIG."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"LIFE IS UNFAIR..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lol, sorry for the caps, I always get carried away with this theme song. I'm watching Malcolm in the Middle at the moment. This show's such a classic, it never fails to make me laugh no matter how many times I watch it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://nd01.blog.cz/185/376/2c9a62532b_617039_o2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="495" src="http://nd01.blog.cz/185/376/2c9a62532b_617039_o2.jpg" width="695" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Any who, it's December. My favorite month of the year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I love the mega Boxing Day sales, going on long drives with family and friends and the fact that I can stay up 'til 2 am, knowing that I can sleep until 11 the next day. But of course, the weather's begun to heat up, so that mean's Dad's going to start yakking on about the air conditioning bills and I'm going to literally melt and be reduced to a mere pool of sweat by the end of summer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;To make things more unpleasant, all my family friends are going camping on Friday, but we can't go because my Aunt's coming over that night. Tragic, I know. But then again, family first.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;And at&amp;nbsp; least I won't be missing out on Boxing Day like they will. So I'm really looking forward to devoting that whole, entire day to nothing but SHOPPING! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Ooh, How I Met Your Mother just started. Another one of my favorite shows :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VlzphUH5B-I/SzHYKvQqbyI/AAAAAAAAAPM/-ytAbfCrMrE/s1600-h/fd.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://twininyeri.files.wordpress.com/2009/09/how-i-met-your-mother-cast-how-i-met-your-mother-791248_1280_1024.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="512" src="http://twininyeri.files.wordpress.com/2009/09/how-i-met-your-mother-cast-how-i-met-your-mother-791248_1280_1024.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and by the way, I'm thinking of changing the title of my blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;;there is no such thing as perfect, &lt;/i&gt;I thought it was a good idea at the time, but now it comes across to me as somewhat&lt;i&gt; pessimistic.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And that's not the outlook I want to have for this year.&lt;br /&gt;Not sure what to name it though...any suggestions, oh lovely person who is reading this right now?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5801524931325429645-4115285523040079157?l=thereisnosuchthingasperfect.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thereisnosuchthingasperfect.blogspot.com/feeds/4115285523040079157/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thereisnosuchthingasperfect.blogspot.com/2009/12/yes-no-maybe-can-you-repeat-question.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5801524931325429645/posts/default/4115285523040079157'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5801524931325429645/posts/default/4115285523040079157'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thereisnosuchthingasperfect.blogspot.com/2009/12/yes-no-maybe-can-you-repeat-question.html' title='Yes, No, Maybe, I Don&apos;t Know, Can You Repeat the Question?'/><author><name>Lily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00303634142344805296</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-A5lLB3ld4RY/Ta0L9wdGiOI/AAAAAAAAAyw/UgdQI47tEA4/s220/leighton.PNG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5801524931325429645.post-7717876171557327572</id><published>2009-12-14T00:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-19T23:12:19.391-08:00</updated><title type='text'>You Have Got to be Kidding Me</title><content type='html'>I went to the cinemas the other day, and you know how they show commercials before the movie begins? Well, they had this commercial for something called, the 'Dish Jockey' and OMG you have to watch this. I was cracking up inside the cinema hall!&lt;br /&gt;I mean, this has got to be a joke right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Wgf3DMWVWAM&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Wgf3DMWVWAM&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was also another one called the 'Close Call'. Just as hilarious and not to mention bizarre.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/kExGshG3mT0&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/kExGshG3mT0&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have only one thing to say for this, "ARE YOU SERIOUS!?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Any who, I watched &lt;i&gt;2012&lt;/i&gt;. It was a really great movie. I found myself crying in many scenes and it really had me thinking about the value of life. &lt;i&gt;Alot. &lt;/i&gt;Which is a really great quality that you only get in rare movies.&lt;br /&gt;The ability to make the viewer &lt;i&gt;think &lt;/i&gt;even after the credits.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that, my Mum, Uncle and I went to eat out at a Chinese restaurant. Which was really cool and interesting, though I had a little trouble mastering the 'Art of the Chopstick' lol. Still haven't gotten it right. After many failed attempts, I succumed to using a fork because I was really hungry and didn't have the patience to keep trying. We had prawn dumplings, wontons, stir fry, and for desert, these lovely little white chocolate dumplings sprinkled with coconut. It was really scrumptious!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://roniti.com/green_tea/slides/11-%20Full%20bodied%20color%20and%20aroma%20-%20delicate%20flavors%20of%20jasmine%20and%20green%20tea%20have%20combined%20-%20ready%20to%20drink..jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="307" src="http://roniti.com/green_tea/slides/11-%20Full%20bodied%20color%20and%20aroma%20-%20delicate%20flavors%20of%20jasmine%20and%20green%20tea%20have%20combined%20-%20ready%20to%20drink..jpg" width="339" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But the most fascinating was the&lt;i&gt; tea&lt;/i&gt;. We had Jasmine Green Tea, and it was in a clear, glass mug with a green flower at the bottom. Now that's something you don't see everyday :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5801524931325429645-7717876171557327572?l=thereisnosuchthingasperfect.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thereisnosuchthingasperfect.blogspot.com/feeds/7717876171557327572/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thereisnosuchthingasperfect.blogspot.com/2009/12/i-went-to-cinemas-other-day-and-you.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5801524931325429645/posts/default/7717876171557327572'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5801524931325429645/posts/default/7717876171557327572'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thereisnosuchthingasperfect.blogspot.com/2009/12/i-went-to-cinemas-other-day-and-you.html' title='You Have Got to be Kidding Me'/><author><name>Lily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00303634142344805296</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-A5lLB3ld4RY/Ta0L9wdGiOI/AAAAAAAAAyw/UgdQI47tEA4/s220/leighton.PNG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5801524931325429645.post-8676158946783019527</id><published>2009-12-09T20:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-17T19:57:34.515-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Tearful Farewell with a Sprinkle of Potter</title><content type='html'>I cried when I got home from school today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of my best friends is leaving to a different school and I'm going to be missing her &lt;i&gt;very very much.&lt;/i&gt; Even though I've only just gotten to know her well this year, I've grown really close to her. Today was a really sad day because I had to say &lt;i&gt;goodbye&lt;/i&gt;. And I hate goodbyes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Khadija, if you're reading this, I wish you all the best at your new school. I'm going to miss seeing you each day. I know I haven't always been the greatest friend, but I hope you will remember all the good memories we've shared and forgive me for the bad ones. We'll keep in touch and hopefully we'll meet up someday!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p.s. Start blogging again and keep reading mine, so we'll be able to still know what's up in each other's lives :) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even though I'm going to miss all my friends and the class I've been in this year, I'm happy school is over for now. I'm a bit nervous though, about who will be in my class for Year 9, but I'll worry about that later.&lt;br /&gt;Right now, I want to to embrace the six weeks of freedom I have ahead of me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://hiltonheadbikerental.com/images/Beach%20Umbrella.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="366" src="http://hiltonheadbikerental.com/images/Beach%20Umbrella.jpg" width="377" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So summer barbeques, trips to the beach and daily-ice-cream-diet here I come!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://fancyflours.files.wordpress.com/2007/06/ice-cream-cone.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="340" src="http://fancyflours.files.wordpress.com/2007/06/ice-cream-cone.jpg" width="266" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But of course, I can't forget my goal for next year: to get into a good selective entry school. So I'm going to have to be studying quite alot in the holidays too. Especially math. Ugh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and by the way, a sneak preview of the teaser trailer for Part 1 of the &lt;i&gt;Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows&lt;/i&gt; movie is out. And it looks amazing!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Click &lt;a href="http://hollywoodcrush.mtv.com/2009/12/07/harry-potter-and-the-deathly-hallows-first-teaser-trailer-has-us-feeling-magical/"&gt;HERE&lt;/a&gt; to watch it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.shockya.com/news/wp-content/uploads/deathly_hallows_daniel_radcliffe_photo.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="357" src="http://www.shockya.com/news/wp-content/uploads/deathly_hallows_daniel_radcliffe_photo.jpg" width="398" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogvedete.com/wp-content/gallery/harry-potter/harry-potter-and-the-deathly-hallows.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="488" src="http://www.blogvedete.com/wp-content/gallery/harry-potter/harry-potter-and-the-deathly-hallows.jpg" width="436" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://cdn.sheknows.com/celebrityphotos//2009/06/rubert-grint-and-daniel-radcliffe-harry-potter-and-the-deathly-hallows-set-june-091-1024x849.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="338" src="http://cdn.sheknows.com/celebrityphotos//2009/06/rubert-grint-and-daniel-radcliffe-harry-potter-and-the-deathly-hallows-set-june-091-1024x849.jpg" width="407" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VlzphUH5B-I/SyBo5D7RRzI/AAAAAAAAAM0/KgCTZEVYLl0/s1600-h/deathlyhallowsfirstpic.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="264" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VlzphUH5B-I/SyBo5D7RRzI/AAAAAAAAAM0/KgCTZEVYLl0/s400/deathlyhallowsfirstpic.jpg" width="349" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.nieuwefilms.net/wordpress/wp-content/upLoads/harry-potter-and-the-deathly-hallows-alliance.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="402" src="http://www.nieuwefilms.net/wordpress/wp-content/upLoads/harry-potter-and-the-deathly-hallows-alliance.jpg" width="521" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Oh God, Dad just came home from my parent/teacher interview. He brought my report and I'm flipping through it now. I surprisingly did quite well. Not in Math though, and definitely not in LOTE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Here's my exam results:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;LOTE (Language Other Than English): 23% Hahaha just what I expected :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;English: 91%&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Literature: 86%&lt;br /&gt;Humanities: 72% We covered the most boring topics this semester, so I don't blame myself :P &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Health Education: 86.5%&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Math: 70% Well, it's better than I expected :S&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Science: 98% Yipeee! *jump for joy*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I'm pretty happy with those results, but I really do need to raise that 70% in Math if I want to get into a good school next year. I also got three certificates! For Academic Acheivement in Science, Health and English. Not too shabby, hey? I'm feeling rather pleased with myself (In a modest-not-proud-thank-you-God way), but I still have to work harder for even better results next year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;But for now, relaxation awaits me...&lt;br /&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/5801524931325429645-8676158946783019527?l=thereisnosuchthingasperfect.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thereisnosuchthingasperfect.blogspot.com/feeds/8676158946783019527/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thereisnosuchthingasperfect.blogspot.com/2009/12/last-day-of-school-year-8-2009.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5801524931325429645/posts/default/8676158946783019527'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5801524931325429645/posts/default/8676158946783019527'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thereisnosuchthingasperfect.blogspot.com/2009/12/last-day-of-school-year-8-2009.html' title='A Tearful Farewell with a Sprinkle of Potter'/><author><name>Lily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00303634142344805296</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-A5lLB3ld4RY/Ta0L9wdGiOI/AAAAAAAAAyw/UgdQI47tEA4/s220/leighton.PNG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VlzphUH5B-I/SyBo5D7RRzI/AAAAAAAAAM0/KgCTZEVYLl0/s72-c/deathlyhallowsfirstpic.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5801524931325429645.post-2040681716649532878</id><published>2009-12-06T23:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-17T19:55:24.841-08:00</updated><title type='text'>New Year, New Me</title><content type='html'>I wish to re-invent myself next year.&lt;br /&gt;Yep, next year I will be a new and improved &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now that I reflect on everything I've done this year, I feel like slapping myself.&lt;br /&gt;I've made &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;ALOT of&lt;/span&gt; mistakes, regrets, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;and&lt;/span&gt; have gotten myself into &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;countless&lt;/span&gt; sticky situations.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But then again, thanks to the above, I've learned many lessons.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;pray to God&lt;/span&gt;, I wont be repeating them &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've picked a song off my &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;iPod&lt;/span&gt; to be my 'Theme Song of 2010'. It's &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Weightless&lt;/span&gt; by &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;All Time Low&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://img.buzznet.com/assets/imgx/3/3/1/0/7/1/1/orig-3310711.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" height="273" src="http://img.buzznet.com/assets/imgx/3/3/1/0/7/1/1/orig-3310711.jpg" style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center;" width="417" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I first heard this song, I felt like it read me like a book. It speaks out the exact thoughts and feelings inside of me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Especially the start,&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Manage me, I'm a mess&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Turn a page, I'm a book&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Half unread"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. . . and the chorus,&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Maybe it's not my weekend&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But it's gonna be my year&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;And I'm so sick of watching while the minutes pass as I go nowhere&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;And this is my reaction&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To everything I fear&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cause I've been going crazy&lt;br /&gt;I don't want to waste another minute here&lt;/span&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You could say it kind of 'drives' me, whenever I listen to it; to achieve my set goals.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't you just love those rare songs with lyrics you can completely relate to?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Click &lt;a href="http://www.mp3raid.com/search/download-mp3/2366945/all_time_low_weightless.html"&gt;HERE&lt;/a&gt; to listen to it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.ontheflix.com/images/vdiariesposter.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" height="444" src="http://www.ontheflix.com/images/vdiariesposter.jpg" style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center;" width="333" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Vampire Diaries&lt;/span&gt; is on tonight! It's really awesome. The vampires in this show don't sparkle and they &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;actually&lt;/span&gt; have fangs!&lt;br /&gt;*sarcastic gasp*&lt;br /&gt;Not mentioning any particular names, *cough *Twilight *cough :P&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5801524931325429645-2040681716649532878?l=thereisnosuchthingasperfect.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thereisnosuchthingasperfect.blogspot.com/feeds/2040681716649532878/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thereisnosuchthingasperfect.blogspot.com/2009/12/here-i-come-2010.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5801524931325429645/posts/default/2040681716649532878'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5801524931325429645/posts/default/2040681716649532878'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thereisnosuchthingasperfect.blogspot.com/2009/12/here-i-come-2010.html' title='New Year, New Me'/><author><name>Lily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00303634142344805296</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-A5lLB3ld4RY/Ta0L9wdGiOI/AAAAAAAAAyw/UgdQI47tEA4/s220/leighton.PNG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5801524931325429645.post-2538926046530415559</id><published>2009-12-03T02:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-17T19:54:57.626-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Summer Cleaning</title><content type='html'>I thought I'd do a bit of relaxing at home today, but as always, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I thought wrong&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;In the morning, Mum walked into my room and yelled,&lt;br /&gt;"YOU"RE ROOM LOOKS LIKE HELL!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No, my room was &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;not&lt;/span&gt; on fire or accommodating the devil. It was just a little messy here and there. Actually, that's an understatement. So, it probably &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;did&lt;/span&gt; resemble Hell in my &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;super-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;neat-Mum's &lt;/span&gt;opinion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://blog.bevello.com/wp-content/uploads/2009/04/messy_closet_325.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" height="469" src="http://blog.bevello.com/wp-content/uploads/2009/04/messy_closet_325.jpg" style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center;" width="342" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I basically had to spend my &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;whole day&lt;/span&gt; throwing out the useless junk that's been stored up in my drawers from the past few years and moving my clothes, which were splayed around  literally &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;everywhere&lt;/span&gt;, back into my wardrobe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Any who, while rummaging through my stuff, I came across my Year 7 diary. It was pretty nice reading back on last year and realizing how my life had changed so drastically. See, last year I got bullied and was sort of an outcast at school. Seeing all my tears, hatred and problems scrawled messily onto paper by the girl who I was just a year ago, made me feel really grateful for the life I'm leading now. Now that I think about it, this year hasn't been &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;so&lt;/span&gt; bad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.writingforward.com/wp-content/uploads/2007/09/writing-journal.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" height="255" src="http://www.writingforward.com/wp-content/uploads/2007/09/writing-journal.jpg" style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center;" width="383" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because this year, I've made many more great friends, I get along with the people I used to hate last year,and I've gained a little self-confidence along the bumpy road of 2009. I've found that while we may hate our lives when they get tough and nothing seems to be right, at the end of our struggles, when situations get better, we realize that even if we could, we wouldn't turn back time and change things.&lt;br /&gt;You know why?&lt;br /&gt;Because it's the hard times in the past that make us the stronger and more mature people that we are now, in the present.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5801524931325429645-2538926046530415559?l=thereisnosuchthingasperfect.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thereisnosuchthingasperfect.blogspot.com/feeds/2538926046530415559/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thereisnosuchthingasperfect.blogspot.com/2009/12/summer-cleaning.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5801524931325429645/posts/default/2538926046530415559'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5801524931325429645/posts/default/2538926046530415559'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thereisnosuchthingasperfect.blogspot.com/2009/12/summer-cleaning.html' title='Summer Cleaning'/><author><name>Lily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00303634142344805296</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-A5lLB3ld4RY/Ta0L9wdGiOI/AAAAAAAAAyw/UgdQI47tEA4/s220/leighton.PNG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5801524931325429645.post-2214900022911498479</id><published>2009-11-29T18:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-30T23:42:21.344-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Yikes!</title><content type='html'>I keep seeing spiders everywhere.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Firstly, there was a spider in my Mum's car the other day. I must have sneaked in from the garage when we opened the door. We still haven't found it so it's probably still in there :S&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Secondly, at my friends place, there was a spider magnet on the fridge which looked&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; so real&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;I actually jumped at the sight of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thirdly, there was a very big spider in my bedroom, behind my door yesterday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And fourthly, I had a dream of a ENORMOUS white spider last night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Which is not a very pleasant thing for me because spiders happen to be one of my major phobias, right after heights and just before whales.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, I'm not a superstitious person at all. I personally think it's all made-up crap. However, I just thought I'd do a teeny bit of research for boredom's sake.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So apparently I may conclude that since the spider in my dream was white and I was scared of it, there may be positive changes and a new beginning ahead. Spiders may also symbolize dominant female figures in my life and  good luck- the size of the spider depending on the degree of luck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmmm...well it's either &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;that&lt;/span&gt; or the fact that we need to stock up on Mortein.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Most probably the latter.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5801524931325429645-2214900022911498479?l=thereisnosuchthingasperfect.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thereisnosuchthingasperfect.blogspot.com/feeds/2214900022911498479/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thereisnosuchthingasperfect.blogspot.com/2009/11/yikes.html#comment-form' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5801524931325429645/posts/default/2214900022911498479'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5801524931325429645/posts/default/2214900022911498479'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thereisnosuchthingasperfect.blogspot.com/2009/11/yikes.html' title='Yikes!'/><author><name>Lily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00303634142344805296</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-A5lLB3ld4RY/Ta0L9wdGiOI/AAAAAAAAAyw/UgdQI47tEA4/s220/leighton.PNG'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5801524931325429645.post-1252215649162151389</id><published>2009-11-24T22:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-23T17:37:26.194-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Die Bitch Die</title><content type='html'>I watched New Moon last night and it was pretty good. However, I felt like hopping into the movie screen and punching Bella right on the face. Honestly, she's an annoying little attention seeker who really neglects all the people around her who aren't vampires. And she's so mean towards Jacob when he was all she had when Edward left her. Get. A. Life. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Bitch&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.aceshowbiz.com/images/news/00026207.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" height="331" src="http://www.aceshowbiz.com/images/news/00026207.jpg" style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center;" width="500" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;In the scene where Jasper was gonna pounce on Bella at the Cullens' place, my friend and I actually yelled, "Go Jasper! Kill her!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hahaha. Gotta say though, the movie was much better than the book. For once. I mean usually it's the other way around for movies which are based on novels but no, not this time. The book was sooo boring that in order to prevent myself from drooling on the pages of a library book I had to skip all of Bella's depressing crap from when Edward left to the part where Alice appeared and the Volturi came in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img alt="Small Pictures, Images and Photos" border="0" height="282" src="http://i438.photobucket.com/albums/qq107/TwilightMOMSBlog/New%20Moon%20stuff/DemetriAlice-1.jpg" width="433" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;they&lt;/span&gt; are&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; so cool&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://l.yimg.com/a/p/i/bcst/yeurope/yahooukie/ukiemovies/10711/95549048.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" height="325" src="http://l.yimg.com/a/p/i/bcst/yeurope/yahooukie/ukiemovies/10711/95549048.jpg" style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center;" width="435" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and  by the way &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;my lovely readers&lt;/span&gt;, I finally have a reason to celebrate.&lt;br /&gt;My  exams are officially OVER :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5801524931325429645-1252215649162151389?l=thereisnosuchthingasperfect.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thereisnosuchthingasperfect.blogspot.com/feeds/1252215649162151389/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thereisnosuchthingasperfect.blogspot.com/2009/11/i-watched-new-moon-last-night-and-it.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5801524931325429645/posts/default/1252215649162151389'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5801524931325429645/posts/default/1252215649162151389'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thereisnosuchthingasperfect.blogspot.com/2009/11/i-watched-new-moon-last-night-and-it.html' title='Die Bitch Die'/><author><name>Lily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00303634142344805296</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-A5lLB3ld4RY/Ta0L9wdGiOI/AAAAAAAAAyw/UgdQI47tEA4/s220/leighton.PNG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i438.photobucket.com/albums/qq107/TwilightMOMSBlog/New%20Moon%20stuff/th_DemetriAlice-1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5801524931325429645.post-7022634714601106779</id><published>2009-11-22T22:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-17T19:53:08.388-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Thou Shall Never Be 'Cocky' Again.</title><content type='html'>Unless you are utterly dimwitted like me, I guess from the title, you can tell this won't be a happy post?&lt;br /&gt;YOU GUESSED RIGHT!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had my math exam today, and the thing is, I got so caught up in ONE VERY HARD QUESTION, that I ended up spending 10 minutes trying to figure it out. To make things worse, my bloody calculator stuffed up and stopped working half way through! So I bet I got the answer wrong anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Any who, once I gave up on that ONE-STUPID-VERY-HARD QUESTION-IN-WHICH-MY-BLOODY-CALCULATOR-REFUSED-TO-HELP-ME-IN, I looked up at the clock and saw that I only had FREAKING FIVE MINUTES to finish the exam. And I hadn't even gotten started on the last page!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VlzphUH5B-I/Swo2qDAg95I/AAAAAAAAAMc/9xgZg-8anI8/s1600/rbv0150048.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" height="297" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5407194398601574290" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VlzphUH5B-I/Swo2qDAg95I/AAAAAAAAAMc/9xgZg-8anI8/s400/rbv0150048.jpg" style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center;" width="374" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So if I'm lucky, I probably managed to just pass. With low marks though. Boohoo :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I know why this happened though. I mean, in the morning when we had two free periods for revision, my friends were all stressing and studying really hard but I was bragging about how I didn't study at all and how I was really confident about the exam. My friend called me 'cocky',  which isn't a word I am usually associated with, but there you go. That's what I get.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've learned my lesson. Really.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I got home, I decided to not waste my time on Facebook but instead to do some online maths quizzes. Sad, I know. I ended up doing some 'Nerd Quiz' instead, mistaking it for a quiz which would actually benefit me, but no, fat help it did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the result I got:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Your nerdiness is:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;   Not nerdy, but then again maybe not all that cool either.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's nice to know, isn't it? Humph.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5801524931325429645-7022634714601106779?l=thereisnosuchthingasperfect.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thereisnosuchthingasperfect.blogspot.com/feeds/7022634714601106779/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thereisnosuchthingasperfect.blogspot.com/2009/11/thou-shall-never-be-cocky-again.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5801524931325429645/posts/default/7022634714601106779'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5801524931325429645/posts/default/7022634714601106779'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thereisnosuchthingasperfect.blogspot.com/2009/11/thou-shall-never-be-cocky-again.html' title='Thou Shall Never Be &apos;Cocky&apos; Again.'/><author><name>Lily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00303634142344805296</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-A5lLB3ld4RY/Ta0L9wdGiOI/AAAAAAAAAyw/UgdQI47tEA4/s220/leighton.PNG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VlzphUH5B-I/Swo2qDAg95I/AAAAAAAAAMc/9xgZg-8anI8/s72-c/rbv0150048.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5801524931325429645.post-1423852878908495481</id><published>2009-11-21T22:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-20T18:55:48.936-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Rain Clouds and Scissors</title><content type='html'>The weather was absolutely beautiful today. However, when I say beautiful, ironically I don't mean blue skies and lots of sunshine. It's been raining since morning and surprisingly, I loved it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://activerain.com/image_store/uploads/8/9/4/8/2/ar120542785728498.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" height="362" src="http://activerain.com/image_store/uploads/8/9/4/8/2/ar120542785728498.JPG" style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center;" width="506" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Think about it, when it rains, all the colours around you seem more dominant and the roads and streets are all pretty and shiny. It feels like the whole world is taking a shower! Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Any who, I finally got my hair cut, and I really like it! It's a bit shorter now (I didn't have the guts to get a bob). Gotta say, it looks a lot like Taylor Momsen's hair in this picture. Only difference being that mine is black.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.hairfinder.com/celebt/taylor-momsen3.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" height="456" src="http://www.hairfinder.com/celebt/taylor-momsen3.jpg" style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center;" width="329" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm REALLY NOT looking forward to going to school tomorrow. But unfortunately I have to because of my stupid maths exam. Ughhhhhhh.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5801524931325429645-1423852878908495481?l=thereisnosuchthingasperfect.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thereisnosuchthingasperfect.blogspot.com/feeds/1423852878908495481/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thereisnosuchthingasperfect.blogspot.com/2009/11/rain-clouds-and-scissors.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5801524931325429645/posts/default/1423852878908495481'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5801524931325429645/posts/default/1423852878908495481'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thereisnosuchthingasperfect.blogspot.com/2009/11/rain-clouds-and-scissors.html' title='Rain Clouds and Scissors'/><author><name>Lily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00303634142344805296</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-A5lLB3ld4RY/Ta0L9wdGiOI/AAAAAAAAAyw/UgdQI47tEA4/s220/leighton.PNG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5801524931325429645.post-1703496108976729011</id><published>2009-11-19T21:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-20T18:55:27.452-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Life Going Back  to Crap Mode? Please No.</title><content type='html'>So today started out alright, but at the end I kind of got pissed at one of my friends. And it was for a really stupid reason. It may have even been my fault.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The thing is, I've always been a very patient person, someone who doesn't get angry easily and even if I did, I'd keep it to myself. Bottled it up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://drgina.files.wordpress.com/2009/04/teenage-stress.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" height="342" src="http://drgina.files.wordpress.com/2009/04/teenage-stress.jpg" style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center;" width="517" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now I think the bottle's been er...filled.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I mean, it may just be PMS or teenage issues, I don't know. But what I &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;do&lt;/span&gt; know, is that these days I get irritated with the slightest things, and people get on my nerves ALOT more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To top it off, I'm under stress because of my freaking exams.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THANK GOD THE WEEKEND IS HERE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Too bad I don't really have anything thing to look forward to (unless you count tutoring classes, yippee!- NOT). I'm getting my hair cut though, which I can't wait for because I feel like I NEED  A CHANGE. Even if it &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;is&lt;/span&gt; small.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And you know something, for some weird intuitive reason, I'm actually really looking forward for next year. I'm not sure why, but I really want this year to end fast.  It's been a complete MESS from the beginning.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5801524931325429645-1703496108976729011?l=thereisnosuchthingasperfect.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thereisnosuchthingasperfect.blogspot.com/feeds/1703496108976729011/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thereisnosuchthingasperfect.blogspot.com/2009/11/life-going-back-to-crap-mode-please-no.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5801524931325429645/posts/default/1703496108976729011'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5801524931325429645/posts/default/1703496108976729011'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thereisnosuchthingasperfect.blogspot.com/2009/11/life-going-back-to-crap-mode-please-no.html' title='Life Going Back  to Crap Mode? Please No.'/><author><name>Lily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00303634142344805296</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-A5lLB3ld4RY/Ta0L9wdGiOI/AAAAAAAAAyw/UgdQI47tEA4/s220/leighton.PNG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5801524931325429645.post-1009020048088821112</id><published>2009-11-19T00:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-20T18:54:16.350-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Swap Wardrobes?</title><content type='html'>I was searching Google (my source for everything) for some good haircuts, because I'm finally going to get it cut this weekend. The layers have grown out and it's really boring at the moment. Any who, while 'Googling', I came across a few pics of Taylor Momsen (aka Jenny Humphrey from Gossip Girl) and wow, this girl has really good taste in fashion. And hair. Her style is awesome!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.popbee.com/image/2009/08/taylor-momsen-style-050809-5.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" height="414" src="http://www.popbee.com/image/2009/08/taylor-momsen-style-050809-5.jpg" style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center;" width="541" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://mylt.ltcdn.com/files/images/TaylorMomsenLoveHate.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.popbee.com/image/2008/12/taylor-momsen-style-051208-3.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" height="373" src="http://www.popbee.com/image/2008/12/taylor-momsen-style-051208-3.jpg" style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center;" width="506" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" height="456" src="http://mylt.ltcdn.com/files/images/TaylorMomsenLoveHate.jpg" style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center;" width="505" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5801524931325429645-1009020048088821112?l=thereisnosuchthingasperfect.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thereisnosuchthingasperfect.blogspot.com/feeds/1009020048088821112/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thereisnosuchthingasperfect.blogspot.com/2009/11/taylor-momsen.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5801524931325429645/posts/default/1009020048088821112'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5801524931325429645/posts/default/1009020048088821112'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thereisnosuchthingasperfect.blogspot.com/2009/11/taylor-momsen.html' title='Swap Wardrobes?'/><author><name>Lily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00303634142344805296</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-A5lLB3ld4RY/Ta0L9wdGiOI/AAAAAAAAAyw/UgdQI47tEA4/s220/leighton.PNG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5801524931325429645.post-391069723726674844</id><published>2009-11-16T23:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-17T01:47:36.251-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Flawed is the New Beautiful</title><content type='html'>I'm currently reading a book called &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Evermore&lt;/span&gt;. It's about this girl named Ever who loses her picture perfect life after a car accident which kills her parents, sister and dog as well as leaves her with the ability to see people's auras and feels a person's emotions at a single touch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I found the whole aura things quite interesting but the part that had me annoyed was that the main character is so...perfect. And so is the male lead Damen, who happens to be an immortal (no surprise there).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I mean, what happened to the good old books with&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; flawed characters&lt;/span&gt; whom readers could actually relate to rather than dream of switching places with?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm sorry if you differ from my opinion, but I'm just expressing my point of view in my little corner of the internet. Will the world of YA literature every break free from this cliche'd trend?&lt;br /&gt;Excuse my short display of melodrama. I'm kind of in a weird mood with my FREAKING EXAMS STARTING TOMORROW!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Any who, the whole immortal/demon/vampire with human romance novels are beginning to annoy me. There's just too many that they've all lost their &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;uniqueness&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;And &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;that&lt;/span&gt; is a very important quality :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5801524931325429645-391069723726674844?l=thereisnosuchthingasperfect.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thereisnosuchthingasperfect.blogspot.com/feeds/391069723726674844/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thereisnosuchthingasperfect.blogspot.com/2009/11/annoying-cliches.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5801524931325429645/posts/default/391069723726674844'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5801524931325429645/posts/default/391069723726674844'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thereisnosuchthingasperfect.blogspot.com/2009/11/annoying-cliches.html' title='Flawed is the New Beautiful'/><author><name>Lily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00303634142344805296</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-A5lLB3ld4RY/Ta0L9wdGiOI/AAAAAAAAAyw/UgdQI47tEA4/s220/leighton.PNG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5801524931325429645.post-767563113274346565</id><published>2009-11-15T21:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-20T18:55:15.720-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Highs and Lows</title><content type='html'>High #1:&lt;br /&gt;Well you know how I keep going on about how I have dance rehearsals? We had the function last night and oh gosh it was so AMAZING!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Low #1:&lt;br /&gt;It's over, and that may have been my last dance onstage. I'll really  miss the excitement of being on stage and catching up with friends whom I don't usually see at rehearsals. *sigh*.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://dcist.com/attachments/dcist_sommer/2008_0709_testscores.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" height="266" src="http://dcist.com/attachments/dcist_sommer/2008_0709_testscores.jpg" style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center;" width="357" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;High #2:&lt;br /&gt;I got 97% in my math test at school and 93.3% in my science!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Low #2&lt;br /&gt;I'm failing my coaching tests. Which are way way way harder than normal school tests, may I point out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;High #3:&lt;br /&gt;School ends in less than a month and then...WELCOME SUMMER HOLIDAYS!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Low #3:&lt;br /&gt;I'm going to have to tackle my end of year exams first, which start this week. Ugh.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5801524931325429645-767563113274346565?l=thereisnosuchthingasperfect.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thereisnosuchthingasperfect.blogspot.com/feeds/767563113274346565/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thereisnosuchthingasperfect.blogspot.com/2009/11/highs-and-lows.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5801524931325429645/posts/default/767563113274346565'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5801524931325429645/posts/default/767563113274346565'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thereisnosuchthingasperfect.blogspot.com/2009/11/highs-and-lows.html' title='Highs and Lows'/><author><name>Lily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00303634142344805296</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-A5lLB3ld4RY/Ta0L9wdGiOI/AAAAAAAAAyw/UgdQI47tEA4/s220/leighton.PNG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5801524931325429645.post-6971707587179237030</id><published>2009-11-11T23:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-20T18:54:44.817-08:00</updated><title type='text'>We're Off to See the Wizard....</title><content type='html'>I bought red flats! I'm not sure what to wear them with, but I just couldn't resist buying them. They're so cute! I feel like Dorothy from 'The Wizard of Oz' when I wear them!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://thedailypump.com/wp-content/uploads/2008/07/ruby-slippers-wizard-of-oz.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" height="259" src="http://thedailypump.com/wp-content/uploads/2008/07/ruby-slippers-wizard-of-oz.jpg" style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center;" width="390" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just without the glitter. Oh and the bow. But I prefer it simple :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s2.thisnext.com/media/230x230/Dru-New-York-Red-Flats_506263FC.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" height="279" src="http://s2.thisnext.com/media/230x230/Dru-New-York-Red-Flats_506263FC.jpg" style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center;" width="279" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On other matters, my teeth are still aching. Or is it my gum that's aching?&lt;br /&gt;Any who, the brace pain is subsequently subsiding (ooh, long words).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is what I have eaten so far today, actually DRANK. Or is it DRUNK?&lt;br /&gt;Hmmm...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Breakfast-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Soggy Wheat bix  (Soggy because I had to drink it rather than eat it)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;If you don't know what 'Wheat bix' is, it's a wholegrain thingy that you have with milk. Kinda like cereal. Pretty yucky, but super healthy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Recess (or Morning Tea, whatever you want to call it)-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A bottle of apple juice&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I literally RAN to the toilets when I finished it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Lunch-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;A large bottle of Big M&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;And for those of you who are thinking, "What the hell is that?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I know it may be&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;get a bit confusing when reading blogs written by people on the other side of the world. So when I say, Big M, it is a brand  of flavoured milk.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Dinner, you ask? Or don't, but I'll tell you anyway-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Not sure. Mum's making it right now and I'm praying that it's not something like oatmeal.&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Glee's on tonight! And so is Ghost whisperer. They're both on at the same time and I can't choose which one I'd rather watch. I'll have to switch between the commercial breaks.&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://userserve-ak.last.fm/serve/_/28906271/Glee+Cast+Glee.png" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" height="527" src="http://userserve-ak.last.fm/serve/_/28906271/Glee+Cast+Glee.png" style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center;" width="431" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5801524931325429645-6971707587179237030?l=thereisnosuchthingasperfect.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thereisnosuchthingasperfect.blogspot.com/feeds/6971707587179237030/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thereisnosuchthingasperfect.blogspot.com/2009/11/were-off-to-see-wizard.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5801524931325429645/posts/default/6971707587179237030'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5801524931325429645/posts/default/6971707587179237030'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thereisnosuchthingasperfect.blogspot.com/2009/11/were-off-to-see-wizard.html' title='We&apos;re Off to See the Wizard....'/><author><name>Lily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00303634142344805296</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-A5lLB3ld4RY/Ta0L9wdGiOI/AAAAAAAAAyw/UgdQI47tEA4/s220/leighton.PNG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5801524931325429645.post-2294751061600892372</id><published>2009-11-10T21:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-19T22:47:32.611-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Owwww.</title><content type='html'>Conversation which took place yesterday,  between me and a dentist:&lt;br /&gt;After the appointment...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dentist: See you next year,&lt;br /&gt;Me:  Um, yeah see you too, but when do I make my next appointment?&lt;br /&gt;Dentist: Next year.&lt;br /&gt;Me: I know that, but like isn't there a certain time period?&lt;br /&gt;Dentist: Yes, next year.&lt;br /&gt;Me: How about eight weeks later? That's my usual gap between appointments.&lt;br /&gt;Dentist: Exactly. That's NEXT YEAR.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Whoa&lt;/span&gt;, this year's gone by so fast.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yesterday, I had my braces tightened. My teeth are killing me. I cannot eat any solid type of food whatsoever, BECAUSE I CAN'T FREAKING BITE ANYTHING.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's why all I could have yesterday at the movies when I went to watch THIS IS IT, was a choc top. And I could only eat the ice-cream since my gum was too sore to bight the waffle cone. The show was awesome, I love watching Michael Jackson dance.  And when it finished, everyone in the cinema hall applauded.&lt;br /&gt;R.I.P King of Pop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://passitonsv.files.wordpress.com/2009/08/smooth-criminal.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 250px; height: 323px;" src="http://passitonsv.files.wordpress.com/2009/08/smooth-criminal.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm at home today because I don't want to starve at school, or carry a mug full of soup around at lunch time. Therefore, I'm relaxing in front of the fan, instead of at school sitting in class in this boiling weather, with a faulty air conditioner. Ha ha.&lt;br /&gt;But then again, I've been living on only soup and ice-cream the whole day, and probably will still be doing so for the next two.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.delish.com/cm/delish/images/Ss/taste-of-summer-lg.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 242px; height: 242px;" src="http://www.delish.com/cm/delish/images/Ss/taste-of-summer-lg.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah well, I don't mind having ice-cream as my only food source, but soup? I'm not such a fan of.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://gardeningwithchildren.files.wordpress.com/2009/08/soup.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 274px; height: 205px;" src="http://gardeningwithchildren.files.wordpress.com/2009/08/soup.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5801524931325429645-2294751061600892372?l=thereisnosuchthingasperfect.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thereisnosuchthingasperfect.blogspot.com/feeds/2294751061600892372/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thereisnosuchthingasperfect.blogspot.com/2009/11/owwww.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5801524931325429645/posts/default/2294751061600892372'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5801524931325429645/posts/default/2294751061600892372'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thereisnosuchthingasperfect.blogspot.com/2009/11/owwww.html' title='Owwww.'/><author><name>Lily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00303634142344805296</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-A5lLB3ld4RY/Ta0L9wdGiOI/AAAAAAAAAyw/UgdQI47tEA4/s220/leighton.PNG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5801524931325429645.post-1890606681997099511</id><published>2009-11-07T23:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-19T22:50:52.399-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm Melting. Literally.</title><content type='html'>It's about 30-35 degrees Celsius at the moment but it feels like it's a thousand.&lt;br /&gt;And it's not even Summer yet! Holy shit, imagine what it'll be like in those sweltering 40 degrees days! Surprisingly, I'm missing winter. Not the grey clouds though, just the cold air and bittersweet rain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just came back from dance rehearsal, it was our second last rehearsal before the function next week. Super excited!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.klue.com.my/assets/0001/9576/sunny-day-in-cheshire_std.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 292px; height: 218px;" src="http://www.klue.com.my/assets/0001/9576/sunny-day-in-cheshire_std.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Any who, an hour late my parents and I are gonna head off to one of my Dad's mate's place for a dinner party. I really don't want to go, I won't have ANYONE to talk to there. Mum doesn't really want to go either (who wants to dress up and head off to a party in this heat?!) but we didn't have an excuse for not attending. So I'm gonna take my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;iPod&lt;/span&gt; along with me to ease the suffering.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm listening to this song called 'I'll Be' by Edwin McCain right now. It's really sweet and it it's from the movie soundtrack of 'A Cinderella Story'. I love that movie.&lt;br /&gt;Click &lt;a href="http://www.mp3raid.com/search/download-mp3/2444830/edwin_mccain_ill_be.html"&gt;HERE&lt;/a&gt; to listen to the song!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.lamemovies.net/wp-content/uploads/2008/03/a_cinderella_story_001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 483px; height: 321px;" src="http://www.lamemovies.net/wp-content/uploads/2008/03/a_cinderella_story_001.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://images.allmoviephoto.com/2004_A_Cinderella_Story/2004_a_cinderella_story_001.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5801524931325429645-1890606681997099511?l=thereisnosuchthingasperfect.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thereisnosuchthingasperfect.blogspot.com/feeds/1890606681997099511/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thereisnosuchthingasperfect.blogspot.com/2009/11/im-melting-literally.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5801524931325429645/posts/default/1890606681997099511'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5801524931325429645/posts/default/1890606681997099511'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thereisnosuchthingasperfect.blogspot.com/2009/11/im-melting-literally.html' title='I&apos;m Melting. Literally.'/><author><name>Lily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00303634142344805296</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-A5lLB3ld4RY/Ta0L9wdGiOI/AAAAAAAAAyw/UgdQI47tEA4/s220/leighton.PNG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5801524931325429645.post-4523750011129008823</id><published>2009-11-04T23:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-05T00:12:53.189-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Brand New Eyes</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.altpress.com/images/features/ParamoreBrandNewEyes.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 303px; height: 371px;" src="http://www.altpress.com/images/features/ParamoreBrandNewEyes.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Paramore's new album is finally out! Yippeee!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just listening to some of their tracks; the band's grown up a bit. This album has a lot more slow songs than the previous ones. Personally, I prefer their edgy songs over their less er... rockier ones, so I think I actually liked their album &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Riot!&lt;/span&gt; better, but this album is pretty good too!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://coryroof.files.wordpress.com/2009/10/paramore_brand_new_eyes.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 357px; height: 357px;" src="http://coryroof.files.wordpress.com/2009/10/paramore_brand_new_eyes.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My favourite tracks off the album?&lt;br /&gt;Well, except 'Ignorance' which I mentioned in one of my earlier posts 'cause it was released before the album, I just can't get enough of 'Brick by Boring Brick'.&lt;br /&gt;Click &lt;a href="http://www.mp3raid.com/search/download-mp3/5621405/paramore_brick_boring_brick.html"&gt;HERE&lt;/a&gt; to listen to it!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5801524931325429645-4523750011129008823?l=thereisnosuchthingasperfect.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thereisnosuchthingasperfect.blogspot.com/feeds/4523750011129008823/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thereisnosuchthingasperfect.blogspot.com/2009/11/brand-new-eyes.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5801524931325429645/posts/default/4523750011129008823'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5801524931325429645/posts/default/4523750011129008823'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thereisnosuchthingasperfect.blogspot.com/2009/11/brand-new-eyes.html' title='Brand New Eyes'/><author><name>Lily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00303634142344805296</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-A5lLB3ld4RY/Ta0L9wdGiOI/AAAAAAAAAyw/UgdQI47tEA4/s220/leighton.PNG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5801524931325429645.post-6243810205877467979</id><published>2009-11-01T20:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-01T21:23:28.796-08:00</updated><title type='text'>"I'll Never Repeat That Dirty Word Again, Mum." *Cough *Cough</title><content type='html'>I accidentally let the 'F' word  slip out of my mouth the other day in front of my MUM.&lt;br /&gt;We were in the car, Mum was driving and I was eating a sushi hand roll. I was squeezing some soy sauce onto my sushi when the car jolted and the sauce went all over my NEW harem pants!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.freerecipes.org/wp-content/uploads/2008/09/sushi-rolls.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 314px; height: 235px;" src="http://www.freerecipes.org/wp-content/uploads/2008/09/sushi-rolls.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So my impulse reaction was just to swear, "FUCK!"&lt;br /&gt;Mum went hysterical on me.&lt;br /&gt;Its funny, she doesn't mind me saying 'shit', but when it comes to THE BIG BAD F WORD, that's a NO-NO.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rEO2ulovCzo/SdWo8hAJ55I/AAAAAAAABi0/XdjrsE5FQyM/s400/dancing_in_the_rain%5B1%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 285px; height: 353px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rEO2ulovCzo/SdWo8hAJ55I/AAAAAAAABi0/XdjrsE5FQyM/s400/dancing_in_the_rain%5B1%5D.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On other high lights (actually I think the above is more of a er... low light?) of my weekend , I had mentioned previously that I had dance rehearsal on Sunday night. We were practicing in my choreographer's garage (it's kind of like a mini studio) when it started to rain pretty heavily outside. So when our rehearsal finished, we pumped up the music and danced in the rain!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, it felt so good.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5801524931325429645-6243810205877467979?l=thereisnosuchthingasperfect.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thereisnosuchthingasperfect.blogspot.com/feeds/6243810205877467979/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thereisnosuchthingasperfect.blogspot.com/2009/11/ill-never-repeat-that-dirty-word-again.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5801524931325429645/posts/default/6243810205877467979'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5801524931325429645/posts/default/6243810205877467979'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thereisnosuchthingasperfect.blogspot.com/2009/11/ill-never-repeat-that-dirty-word-again.html' title='&quot;I&apos;ll Never Repeat That Dirty Word Again, Mum.&quot; *Cough *Cough'/><author><name>Lily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00303634142344805296</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-A5lLB3ld4RY/Ta0L9wdGiOI/AAAAAAAAAyw/UgdQI47tEA4/s220/leighton.PNG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rEO2ulovCzo/SdWo8hAJ55I/AAAAAAAABi0/XdjrsE5FQyM/s72-c/dancing_in_the_rain%5B1%5D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5801524931325429645.post-9129819865860899667</id><published>2009-10-29T23:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-29T23:53:46.750-07:00</updated><title type='text'>More Feel Good Music</title><content type='html'>So after a week of sunny days we finally had a bit of rain today. Which I surprisingly found to be lovely. We also had a math test today; I've been practicing my equations over and over again so I'm HOPING that I aced this test!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Been listening to a little music. I just love songs that have lyrics that I can relate to, or that inspire me. Previously I posted Sally Singleton's 'Tomorrow' as a feel good song, but here's two others that I just can't get enough of.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/RGNpTb3h2jo&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/RGNpTb3h2jo&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love the main line of this song which is, "This time maybe, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;I'll&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;beee&lt;/span&gt; BULLET-proof". I can so relate to it because it makes me think of how I've learnt from my mistakes and now I know better and will try to avoid getting hurt in the same situations if I stumble into them again in the future.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/X44b9RTtkAs&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/X44b9RTtkAs&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This song is an all time 'happy song' and the Glee version just raises it to a totally new level. Especially how it's a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;mash up&lt;/span&gt; with &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Beyonce's&lt;/span&gt; 'Halo'. I wanted to get the video from the show of the girls dancing in the yellow dresses, 'cause that always brings a smile to my face, but all I could get off &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;youtube&lt;/span&gt; was the song with this picture due to copyright.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The weekend's finally here, though I doubt I'll be able to relax much. I've got tutoring in the morning.&lt;br /&gt;Whoops, I forgot to mention that before. I started last week and therefore I can no longer sleep in on Saturday mornings. It's for the best though; no pain, no gain, right?.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And after that, I have rehearsal, as well as on Sunday; which I also forgot to mention. If you're wondering what it's for, I'm actually dancing in this annual function in November; that's the only exercise I ever do, seriously.   Honestly, it's like having school seven days a week. YIKES!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5801524931325429645-9129819865860899667?l=thereisnosuchthingasperfect.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thereisnosuchthingasperfect.blogspot.com/feeds/9129819865860899667/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thereisnosuchthingasperfect.blogspot.com/2009/10/more-feel-good-music.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5801524931325429645/posts/default/9129819865860899667'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5801524931325429645/posts/default/9129819865860899667'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thereisnosuchthingasperfect.blogspot.com/2009/10/more-feel-good-music.html' title='More Feel Good Music'/><author><name>Lily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00303634142344805296</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-A5lLB3ld4RY/Ta0L9wdGiOI/AAAAAAAAAyw/UgdQI47tEA4/s220/leighton.PNG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5801524931325429645.post-7053770029992646136</id><published>2009-10-29T00:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-29T22:56:06.593-07:00</updated><title type='text'>In The Wrong Place- At The Wrong Time</title><content type='html'>Wednesday was a very er... eventful day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me and NJ got caught ditching P.E class.&lt;br /&gt;But that's not the worst part.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were hanging out in the primary bathroom (which is out of bounds for secondary students), but then this little girls told the teacher about us being there, so when we heard footsteps we hid in the last cubicle which was totally covered in graffiti. The head of primary teacher caught us though, but then she blamed US for doing the graffiti on the walls!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.picturedujour.com/wp-content/uploads/2009/01/bathroom_with_graffiti_6245.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 559px; height: 372px;" src="http://www.picturedujour.com/wp-content/uploads/2009/01/bathroom_with_graffiti_6245.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She took us to the head of middle school guy Mr. S and he made us go around the school, picking up rubbish. We explained to him about how we WERE ditching class but how we DID NOT write on the walls.&lt;br /&gt;THANK THE GREAT LORD he was in a good mood and believed us. Like seriously, I take back everything bad I have ever said about that man, MAY GOD BLESS HIM.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Moving on, we had to write down our explanation on how didn't do the graffiti on paper and hand it into the head of primary teacher. We were able to convince her but couldn't leave without a lecture about how it's wrong to wag class. But she said she would hand in the paper to the year 8 coordinator, who's quite strict and would no doubt be ringing my parents anytime soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I figured my parents would be less angry at me if they found out about the whole situation from myself before they got a call from the school. So I told my mum and surprisingly she was pretty cool about it, but she went on about how I'm never active and I ditched the only hour once a week that I ever play some type of sport.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The most shocking part was however, when I told my Dad. You know what he did?&lt;br /&gt;HE LAUGHED!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think he found it ironic that me (being a nerd and a complete teacher's pet in primary school) was finally loosening up and getting into trouble in high school.&lt;br /&gt;Ah, my parents. Sometimes they're  so old-fashioned and annoying, other times- I love them to bits.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5801524931325429645-7053770029992646136?l=thereisnosuchthingasperfect.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thereisnosuchthingasperfect.blogspot.com/feeds/7053770029992646136/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thereisnosuchthingasperfect.blogspot.com/2009/10/in-wrong-place-at-wrong-time.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5801524931325429645/posts/default/7053770029992646136'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5801524931325429645/posts/default/7053770029992646136'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thereisnosuchthingasperfect.blogspot.com/2009/10/in-wrong-place-at-wrong-time.html' title='In The Wrong Place- At The Wrong Time'/><author><name>Lily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00303634142344805296</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-A5lLB3ld4RY/Ta0L9wdGiOI/AAAAAAAAAyw/UgdQI47tEA4/s220/leighton.PNG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5801524931325429645.post-5520456951860377416</id><published>2009-10-25T23:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-26T00:00:23.042-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Monday Morning- Detention. Didn't See That One Coming :S</title><content type='html'>So today I got a detention along with about 40 other people (no joke here) in middle school. It was for coming 2 minutes late in the morning (I know, talk about tight, huh?).&lt;br /&gt;Any who, we had to go around the school, holding plastic bags, picking up rubbish.&lt;br /&gt;But me, Naz and my other friend Maryam had an easier plan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We picked the rubbish out of the bin and put it in the plastic bag.&lt;br /&gt;Don't worry keyboard, I washed my hands 2 times with soap after that. So they're practically sterilized.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5801524931325429645-5520456951860377416?l=thereisnosuchthingasperfect.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thereisnosuchthingasperfect.blogspot.com/feeds/5520456951860377416/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thereisnosuchthingasperfect.blogspot.com/2009/10/monday-morning-detention-didnt-see-that.html#comment-form' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5801524931325429645/posts/default/5520456951860377416'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5801524931325429645/posts/default/5520456951860377416'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thereisnosuchthingasperfect.blogspot.com/2009/10/monday-morning-detention-didnt-see-that.html' title='Monday Morning- Detention. Didn&apos;t See That One Coming :S'/><author><name>Lily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00303634142344805296</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-A5lLB3ld4RY/Ta0L9wdGiOI/AAAAAAAAAyw/UgdQI47tEA4/s220/leighton.PNG'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5801524931325429645.post-1507405820406453963</id><published>2009-10-20T00:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-20T00:40:07.790-07:00</updated><title type='text'>"Excuse Me Miss, But I Think I'm Allergic To You."</title><content type='html'>So it's Spring and you'd think that birds would be singing, flowers will be blooming and the sun will shine and everything will be perfect. Huh, fat chance.&lt;br /&gt;May I remind you that spring is also the HAYFEVER SEASON.&lt;br /&gt;Which wouldn't be much of a problem for SOME people. Unfortunately, not me *sneeze*.&lt;br /&gt;I've been "ACHOOO"ing and snivelling whole freaking day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To make it worse, Saj and I reckon we're allergic to our English teacher. We have the same teacher for English and Humanities and like seriously, hear me out, I am not just making assumptions!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="%20http://www.principalspage.com/theblog/wp-content/uploads//2008/04/mean-teacher.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 300px;" src="http://www.principalspage.com/theblog/wp-content/uploads//2008/04/mean-teacher.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;After recess, we had English and we were sneezing our heads off! Then we had LOTE with a different teacher and we were completely fine. Perfectly at peace.&lt;br /&gt;Then, we had Humanities with Mrs. Allergy again, (Ok, that's not her real name, but let's call her that anyway) and my nose began running like hell and we started having sneezing fits again!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh God have mercy.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5801524931325429645-1507405820406453963?l=thereisnosuchthingasperfect.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thereisnosuchthingasperfect.blogspot.com/feeds/1507405820406453963/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thereisnosuchthingasperfect.blogspot.com/2009/10/excuse-me-miss-but-i-think-im-allergic.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5801524931325429645/posts/default/1507405820406453963'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5801524931325429645/posts/default/1507405820406453963'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thereisnosuchthingasperfect.blogspot.com/2009/10/excuse-me-miss-but-i-think-im-allergic.html' title='&quot;Excuse Me Miss, But I Think I&apos;m Allergic To You.&quot;'/><author><name>Lily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00303634142344805296</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-A5lLB3ld4RY/Ta0L9wdGiOI/AAAAAAAAAyw/UgdQI47tEA4/s220/leighton.PNG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5801524931325429645.post-7902778684560603022</id><published>2009-10-20T00:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-20T00:41:54.355-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Practising My Cooking Skills</title><content type='html'>I made butter chicken yesterday. And it tastes pretty good, exactly like thetype you get at Indian restaurants.&lt;br /&gt;I can't take all the credit though because along with my ingredients at home, I mixed in some Patak's Butter Chicken Sauce, but hey, I still COOKED it right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.huahinboathouse.com/assets/sub_pages/butter_chicken_curry.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 292px; height: 225px;" src="http://www.huahinboathouse.com/assets/sub_pages/butter_chicken_curry.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5801524931325429645-7902778684560603022?l=thereisnosuchthingasperfect.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thereisnosuchthingasperfect.blogspot.com/feeds/7902778684560603022/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thereisnosuchthingasperfect.blogspot.com/2009/10/practising-my-cooking-skills.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5801524931325429645/posts/default/7902778684560603022'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5801524931325429645/posts/default/7902778684560603022'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thereisnosuchthingasperfect.blogspot.com/2009/10/practising-my-cooking-skills.html' title='Practising My Cooking Skills'/><author><name>Lily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00303634142344805296</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-A5lLB3ld4RY/Ta0L9wdGiOI/AAAAAAAAAyw/UgdQI47tEA4/s220/leighton.PNG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5801524931325429645.post-6026248784127252666</id><published>2009-10-14T22:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-15T18:09:10.324-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Rain On My Parade</title><content type='html'>It's been rainy and cold for the past 2 weeks. So much for Spring, hey?&lt;br /&gt;But surprisingly, I'm enjoying the cold. Beats those sweltering 40 degrees days you get here in Summer, any way!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I realized today (actually I've known this for quite a while now) that I've become absolutely stupid in math. Like in class, we were doing algebra equations and my mind was completely lost. I kept having to do the same equation over and over again to get it right. And the thing that pissed me off most was that... I'm so used to being the 'smart one' in class. And now, I'm failing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saj told me I if I ripped up my 'participation' certificate in math,  into tiny pieces and chucked them in the bin, I'd feel better.&lt;br /&gt;I did.&lt;br /&gt;I would've felt even more better though if I could've burnt it but unfortunately that wasn't really a very possible thing to do in the middle of class. Would've been fun though :(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5801524931325429645-6026248784127252666?l=thereisnosuchthingasperfect.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thereisnosuchthingasperfect.blogspot.com/feeds/6026248784127252666/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thereisnosuchthingasperfect.blogspot.com/2009/10/in-pouring-rain.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5801524931325429645/posts/default/6026248784127252666'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5801524931325429645/posts/default/6026248784127252666'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thereisnosuchthingasperfect.blogspot.com/2009/10/in-pouring-rain.html' title='Rain On My Parade'/><author><name>Lily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00303634142344805296</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-A5lLB3ld4RY/Ta0L9wdGiOI/AAAAAAAAAyw/UgdQI47tEA4/s220/leighton.PNG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5801524931325429645.post-8919425900169151367</id><published>2009-10-12T23:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-20T02:58:16.443-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Eyes Set On The Goal</title><content type='html'>So I've been feeling pretty down lately. I think I'm going through a light case of bipolar disorder. Like seriously, no joke what so ever. My best friend Saj has been talking me through it lately and trying to get me to be optimistic about certain problems, but it's not like you can just decide that,&lt;br /&gt;"Hey, you know what? I'm gonna be happy starting from tomorrow! :)"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pfft...I wish. See, happiness is an emotion you have to feel within yourself, not something you can just decide to be. Which I wish it was though, 'cause Saj says that the problem is within me, that I'm looking at everything in my life from a bad perspective. Can't say she's wrong though, I do tend to be very pessimistic at times. Actually, most of the time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://cdn-write.demandstudios.com/upload//5000/400/30/7/145437.jpg" linkindex="18" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" src="http://cdn-write.demandstudios.com/upload//5000/400/30/7/145437.jpg" style="cursor: pointer; display: block; height: 252px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 337px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;So I've decided to just TRY and not stress out so much about my problems, and just be focused on one goal:&lt;br /&gt;To IMPROVE my math grades. Oh and science as well.&lt;br /&gt;If you haven't read my previous posts back from early July, check them out or you might not get exactly why I'm feeling so serious about this matter. So read &lt;a href="http://thereisnosuchthingasperfect.blogspot.com/2009/08/oh-well.html" linkindex="19"&gt;Oh Well&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://thereisnosuchthingasperfect.blogspot.com/2009/08/oh-god-pleeeeaaase.html" linkindex="20"&gt;Oh God Pleeeeaaase!?!&lt;/a&gt; and &lt;a href="http://thereisnosuchthingasperfect.blogspot.com/2009/08/sigh.html" linkindex="21"&gt;*sigh*&lt;/a&gt;, if you can be stuffed that is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm going to try out for those selective entry schools next year-again. And there's this one that I REALLY REALLY REALLY want to get into. I've got to pick up my act. That's my goal, to get accepted for once, and in order to do so, I'm going to hopefully be starting tutoring next week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since I never really achieve any goals that I set for myself, I'm hoping my luck will change.&lt;br /&gt;Ta Taa xox&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5801524931325429645-8919425900169151367?l=thereisnosuchthingasperfect.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thereisnosuchthingasperfect.blogspot.com/feeds/8919425900169151367/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thereisnosuchthingasperfect.blogspot.com/2009/10/eyes-set-on-goal.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5801524931325429645/posts/default/8919425900169151367'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5801524931325429645/posts/default/8919425900169151367'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thereisnosuchthingasperfect.blogspot.com/2009/10/eyes-set-on-goal.html' title='Eyes Set On The Goal'/><author><name>Lily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00303634142344805296</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-A5lLB3ld4RY/Ta0L9wdGiOI/AAAAAAAAAyw/UgdQI47tEA4/s220/leighton.PNG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5801524931325429645.post-3552866686518647440</id><published>2009-10-09T00:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-09T01:51:54.881-07:00</updated><title type='text'>First Week of Term 4</title><content type='html'>Back to school, once again.&lt;br /&gt;This week has had its many ups and downs. Mostly downs though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, they gave out the results for this state-wide Maths Competition which I entered (the same one I got a Distinction in previously but for writing), at assembly. They only call out the names of the people who  either achieved Higher Distinction, Distinction or Credit.&lt;br /&gt;My name wasn't called out.&lt;br /&gt;Which means I got a Participation.&lt;br /&gt;Which means I did crap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;An to top it off, we also got our math test results from last term and I got 44%.&lt;br /&gt;Which is just SHOCKING.&lt;br /&gt;Okay, well I've always known math wasn't my greatest subject but I've never failed (thank you God) until now.&lt;br /&gt;Though it isn't my fault completely. Most people got lower scores than usual.&lt;br /&gt;You know why? Because it's the bloody teacher's fault!&lt;br /&gt;I re-checked my answers and some of them were correct yet he marked them wrong because I didn't show my 'working out'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/images/maths%20test" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 348px; height: 283px;" src="http://i71.photobucket.com/albums/i126/CaptainCharism/MathsExam.jpg" alt="maths test Pictures, Images and Photos" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WE WERE ALLOWED TO USE FUCKING CALCULATORS, HELLO!?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHEN YOU HAVE A MAGICAL DEVICE IN YOUR HAND, WHICH THINKS OF THE ANSWER FOR YOU, WHAT'S THE POINT OF MANUAL PROBLEM SOLVING?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a id="publishButton" class="cssButton" href="javascript:void(0)" target="" onclick="if (this.className.indexOf(&amp;quot;ubtn-disabled&amp;quot;) == -1) {var e = document['stuffform'].publish;(e.length) ? e[0].click() : e.click(); if (window.event) window.event.cancelBubble = true; return false;}"&gt;&lt;div class="cssButtonOuter"&gt;&lt;div class="cssButtonMiddle"&gt;&lt;div class="cssButtonInner"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got 80% in my I.T test though, which I'm pretty pleased about.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5801524931325429645-3552866686518647440?l=thereisnosuchthingasperfect.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thereisnosuchthingasperfect.blogspot.com/feeds/3552866686518647440/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thereisnosuchthingasperfect.blogspot.com/2009/10/first-week-of-term-4.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5801524931325429645/posts/default/3552866686518647440'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5801524931325429645/posts/default/3552866686518647440'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thereisnosuchthingasperfect.blogspot.com/2009/10/first-week-of-term-4.html' title='First Week of Term 4'/><author><name>Lily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00303634142344805296</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-A5lLB3ld4RY/Ta0L9wdGiOI/AAAAAAAAAyw/UgdQI47tEA4/s220/leighton.PNG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5801524931325429645.post-7876350465432757266</id><published>2009-10-04T20:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-04T20:48:05.044-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Feel Good Song</title><content type='html'>So as I told you about the shopping I did with my Mum the other day, I remembered this really great song I heard while I was in the changing rooms in this shop, trying on a couple of t-shirts. It's one of those songs that make you feel inspired and alive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's a debut single by a new Australian artist called Sally Singleton, so people outside of Australia probably haven't heard of it. It's got a catchy chorus and is really awesome to listen to when your feeling down. Here's the video, check it out :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/QsVF8wGMG08&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/QsVF8wGMG08&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And since I always start singing when I hear this song,here's the lyrics so you can sing along too!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;La dada da da&lt;br /&gt;La dada, la dada&lt;br /&gt;People wearing those clown masks&lt;br /&gt;Their smiling and crying, their living and dying&lt;br /&gt;But all the people just wanna laugh&lt;br /&gt;Instead of fighting the world and racing the race&lt;br /&gt;They wanna play, they wanna smile&lt;br /&gt;They wanna win, they wanna feel&lt;br /&gt;They wanna breath everything&lt;br /&gt;But I just embrace these things that I am given&lt;br /&gt;Unsure inspiration going out to make it happen&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow, when the morning comes&lt;br /&gt;Why don't you wake up, get up&lt;br /&gt;And show the world what you got&lt;br /&gt;It's amazing how you feel&lt;br /&gt;It's amazing how you feel&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like a statue in the wall&lt;br /&gt;I don't wanna stand still&lt;br /&gt;I wanna keep moving&lt;br /&gt;It's another smiling fake&lt;br /&gt;It's living a lie, it's not keeping pace&lt;br /&gt;You need to laugh, you need to cry&lt;br /&gt;Because to go through everything&lt;br /&gt;You have to feel is to have lived&lt;br /&gt;I try to embrace these things that I am given&lt;br /&gt;My feet are moving on their own&lt;br /&gt;And I got no idea where I'm going&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow, when the morning comes&lt;br /&gt;Why don't you wake up, get up&lt;br /&gt;Show the world what you got&lt;br /&gt;It's amazing how you feel&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All around looks new to see&lt;br /&gt;But the only thing changed is me&lt;br /&gt;I'm different inside&lt;br /&gt;I found a new pride&lt;br /&gt;Anything let it happen&lt;br /&gt;If you want it enough&lt;br /&gt;You can get it&lt;br /&gt;I feel new&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow, when the morning comes&lt;br /&gt;I'm gonna wake up, get up&lt;br /&gt;Show the world what I got&lt;br /&gt;And you won't know what you've been missing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So tomorrow, when the morning comes&lt;br /&gt;I'm gonna wake up, get up and&lt;br /&gt;Show the world what you got&lt;br /&gt;And you won't know what you've been missing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So tomorrow, when the morning comes&lt;br /&gt;Get up and show the world what you got&lt;br /&gt;It's amazing how you feel&lt;br /&gt;It's amazing how you feel&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5801524931325429645-7876350465432757266?l=thereisnosuchthingasperfect.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thereisnosuchthingasperfect.blogspot.com/feeds/7876350465432757266/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thereisnosuchthingasperfect.blogspot.com/2009/10/feel-good-song.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5801524931325429645/posts/default/7876350465432757266'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5801524931325429645/posts/default/7876350465432757266'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thereisnosuchthingasperfect.blogspot.com/2009/10/feel-good-song.html' title='Feel Good Song'/><author><name>Lily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00303634142344805296</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-A5lLB3ld4RY/Ta0L9wdGiOI/AAAAAAAAAyw/UgdQI47tEA4/s220/leighton.PNG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5801524931325429645.post-5720316733166161906</id><published>2009-10-04T19:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-04T19:58:00.876-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Shopping, a Hobby I'll Never Get Over.</title><content type='html'>Well it's Monday morning, afternoon actually, first day of term 4 for school. However, I'm at home because I woke up late.In the holidays I've been going to sleep at 2am, and waking up at 12pm, so my sleeping patterns have changed quite a bit. Any who, thought I'd blog a bit about a little shopping spree I had with my Mum on Saturday. The weekend's been so busy, honestly I didn't even have time to go anywhere NEAR the computer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kfyP_DhnAG0/SSbkvaxY_ZI/AAAAAAAAD-U/svvQ3udX3yk/s400/Kristen+stewart+black+leather+jacket+letterman.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 248px; height: 331px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kfyP_DhnAG0/SSbkvaxY_ZI/AAAAAAAAD-U/svvQ3udX3yk/s400/Kristen+stewart+black+leather+jacket+letterman.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;So I really wanted to get a leather jacket. Preferably a dark, chocolate brown one, but I only found the black ones and the light brown ones. So I settled for black 'cause the latter looked kinda faded. Oh and it has a little hoodie with it too! They were $60 (in Australian currency), which is like the cheapest you can get for the good looking fake leather ones. Others are like $70-$80. When it comes to the BIG BRAND REAL leather ones though, they're like $200. Most people wear the fake ones anyway, unless you're like one of those super-rich-posh kids.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.style.com/slideshows/parties/060308CFDA/070m.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 262px; height: 394px;" src="http://www.style.com/slideshows/parties/060308CFDA/070m.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;And I even got a pair of Harem Pants, not really my type of stuff but hey, they are sooo comfy! Like omg, it's like wearing your pajama pants in public! I know they were like 'in' last summer, but back then I wasn't really old enough to pull them off. So as they say, follow fashion trends to your own liking.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5801524931325429645-5720316733166161906?l=thereisnosuchthingasperfect.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thereisnosuchthingasperfect.blogspot.com/feeds/5720316733166161906/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thereisnosuchthingasperfect.blogspot.com/2009/10/shopping-hobby-ill-never-get-over.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5801524931325429645/posts/default/5720316733166161906'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5801524931325429645/posts/default/5720316733166161906'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thereisnosuchthingasperfect.blogspot.com/2009/10/shopping-hobby-ill-never-get-over.html' title='Shopping, a Hobby I&apos;ll Never Get Over.'/><author><name>Lily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00303634142344805296</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-A5lLB3ld4RY/Ta0L9wdGiOI/AAAAAAAAAyw/UgdQI47tEA4/s220/leighton.PNG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kfyP_DhnAG0/SSbkvaxY_ZI/AAAAAAAAD-U/svvQ3udX3yk/s72-c/Kristen+stewart+black+leather+jacket+letterman.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5801524931325429645.post-6206860295937984287</id><published>2009-10-01T00:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-01T00:34:13.346-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Rain, Rain, Won't You Come Again?</title><content type='html'>I finished this book I've been reading today, called&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Memoirs of a Teenage Amnesiac&lt;/span&gt; by Gabrielle Zevin. It's about this girl named Naomi, who (after an accident) loses her memory of the past 3-4 years of her life. It's basically a love story and well, it's not really the type of book that you-can't-put-down, but it did have a good story, and it kind of made me realize something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a target="_blank" title="ImageShack - Image And Video Hosting" href="http://img410.imageshack.us/i/memoirsofateenageamnesi.jpg/"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 264px; height: 365px;" src="http://img410.imageshack.us/img410/1866/memoirsofateenageamnesi.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;At times when reading this book, I found myself getting really annoyed with the main character. She came across as someone who took things for granted and didn't appreciate the people who loved her. And this made me think of myself, of how I've been a pretty big jerk lately to my family. Like only thinking of MYSELF, going on and on about MY problems and being such an annoying git. Is this just me, or is it all part of being a teenager?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://blog1.ebates.com/ebates/401324-FB%7EGirl-with-Umbrella-Walking-in-the-Rain-Posters.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 286px; height: 382px;" src="http://blog1.ebates.com/ebates/401324-FB%7EGirl-with-Umbrella-Walking-in-the-Rain-Posters.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;On other matters, I started doing my 20-minutes-on-the-treadmill-a-day thing again yesterday. When I had a shower after though, I didn't want to wet my hair (because I'd washed it yesterday and it was straightened, and I didn't want to have to straighten it again, because when its not straightened, it looks disgusting *exhale*) so I tied it and put a shower cap on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When the water hit my head, it reminded me of the the times I used to walk to my Mum's car with an umbrella over my head, after school in grade four on rainy days. The pitter patter of the shower water sounded exactly like the heavy pour of rain above an umbrella. Hearing the pleasant sound of water pouring on top of you, yet staying dry. You know, I remember how I used to say I hated winter and that I really couldn't wait for summer, but now with summer on it's way, I find myself missing the old cold and rainy days.&lt;br /&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/5801524931325429645-6206860295937984287?l=thereisnosuchthingasperfect.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thereisnosuchthingasperfect.blogspot.com/feeds/6206860295937984287/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thereisnosuchthingasperfect.blogspot.com/2009/10/rain-rain-wont-you-come-again.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5801524931325429645/posts/default/6206860295937984287'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5801524931325429645/posts/default/6206860295937984287'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thereisnosuchthingasperfect.blogspot.com/2009/10/rain-rain-wont-you-come-again.html' title='Rain, Rain, Won&apos;t You Come Again?'/><author><name>Lily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00303634142344805296</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-A5lLB3ld4RY/Ta0L9wdGiOI/AAAAAAAAAyw/UgdQI47tEA4/s220/leighton.PNG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5801524931325429645.post-8800947956715317693</id><published>2009-09-30T23:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-01T00:10:13.953-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Up, Up and Away!</title><content type='html'>Since it's my school holidays and my Uncle didn't have work last night, he wanted to take us for a 'Family Night Out'. We watched 'Up!'. I threw a tantrum earlier in the day because I didn't want to watch a kids movie, but the movie turned out pretty good. And funny. And touching. I actually almost cried. So my prejudiced side kinda learned a little lesson last night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://assets.nydailynews.com/img/2009/05/02/alg_up_movie.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 405px; height: 297px;" src="http://assets.nydailynews.com/img/2009/05/02/alg_up_movie.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since my Uncle works at the cinemas, he got a discount so we were able  watch the film in like upper class. It was cool 'cause like (besides the unlimited amount of popcorn and drinks) at the start of the film, this lady brought in a platter of bread sticks and warm bruschetta bread with hommus, tzatski and some other orange coloured dip...hmmm maybe it was capsicum?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://cbertel.files.wordpress.com/2009/01/chocolate-mousse-cake.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 386px; height: 256px;" src="http://cbertel.files.wordpress.com/2009/01/chocolate-mousse-cake.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Near the end of it, we got chocolate mousse cake and a mini tub of chocolate ice cream each. Super yummy yet super fattening. Overall, it was a pretty good night. Now I'll be able to say that I actually did do something interesting in my holidays, back at school. Cause like every other day's been so boring.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5801524931325429645-8800947956715317693?l=thereisnosuchthingasperfect.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thereisnosuchthingasperfect.blogspot.com/feeds/8800947956715317693/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thereisnosuchthingasperfect.blogspot.com/2009/09/since-its-my-school-holidays-and-my.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5801524931325429645/posts/default/8800947956715317693'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5801524931325429645/posts/default/8800947956715317693'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thereisnosuchthingasperfect.blogspot.com/2009/09/since-its-my-school-holidays-and-my.html' title='Up, Up and Away!'/><author><name>Lily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00303634142344805296</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-A5lLB3ld4RY/Ta0L9wdGiOI/AAAAAAAAAyw/UgdQI47tEA4/s220/leighton.PNG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5801524931325429645.post-1517353524656402852</id><published>2009-09-30T23:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-01T01:29:45.310-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Won't You Wait for Me, Mr. Technology?</title><content type='html'>Well, remember how I said my parents got me an &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;iPod&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Nano&lt;/span&gt; for my birthday, which was like two months ago?&lt;br /&gt;Well, I was looking through some shop brochures, and they have the new &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;iPod&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Nano&lt;/span&gt; out, it looks the same (just shinier) but this improved one plays FM radio (which you can PAUSE) , has a larger screen and can shoot videos!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.altafsayani.com/wp-content/uploads/2009/09/ipod-nano-5g-01.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 357px; height: 220px;" src="http://www.altafsayani.com/wp-content/uploads/2009/09/ipod-nano-5g-01.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;So now I'm like, "Why couldn't the new one have come out two months earlier?"&lt;br /&gt;Just two months.&lt;br /&gt;WHY!?!&lt;br /&gt;*Sigh*. At least I have something to listen to music with. I mean, that's its main function right? Screw videos, that's what camera's are for.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5801524931325429645-1517353524656402852?l=thereisnosuchthingasperfect.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thereisnosuchthingasperfect.blogspot.com/feeds/1517353524656402852/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thereisnosuchthingasperfect.blogspot.com/2009/09/wont-you-slow-down-for-me-mr-technology.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5801524931325429645/posts/default/1517353524656402852'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5801524931325429645/posts/default/1517353524656402852'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thereisnosuchthingasperfect.blogspot.com/2009/09/wont-you-slow-down-for-me-mr-technology.html' title='Won&apos;t You Wait for Me, Mr. Technology?'/><author><name>Lily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00303634142344805296</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-A5lLB3ld4RY/Ta0L9wdGiOI/AAAAAAAAAyw/UgdQI47tEA4/s220/leighton.PNG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5801524931325429645.post-5533798671718669708</id><published>2009-09-28T20:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-28T20:50:46.594-07:00</updated><title type='text'>How Hot are These?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; I have officially fallen in love with a pair of sneakers.&lt;br /&gt;I own a pair of black Converse Chucks myself, like the original ones, but this one is just like, "Woah".&lt;br /&gt;EXTRAORDINARY.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.polyvore.com/cgi/img-thing?.out=jpg&amp;amp;size=l&amp;amp;tid=10244761"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 300px;" src="http://www.polyvore.com/cgi/img-thing?.out=jpg&amp;amp;size=l&amp;amp;tid=10244761" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5801524931325429645-5533798671718669708?l=thereisnosuchthingasperfect.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thereisnosuchthingasperfect.blogspot.com/feeds/5533798671718669708/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thereisnosuchthingasperfect.blogspot.com/2009/09/how-hot-are-these.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5801524931325429645/posts/default/5533798671718669708'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5801524931325429645/posts/default/5533798671718669708'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thereisnosuchthingasperfect.blogspot.com/2009/09/how-hot-are-these.html' title='How Hot are These?'/><author><name>Lily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00303634142344805296</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-A5lLB3ld4RY/Ta0L9wdGiOI/AAAAAAAAAyw/UgdQI47tEA4/s220/leighton.PNG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5801524931325429645.post-1488097229604907553</id><published>2009-09-24T20:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-24T20:54:37.831-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Still Feeling Kinda Good Though.</title><content type='html'>Ok, so cancel out number 3 on my previous post. Don't think that's gonna happen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So therefore, I don't have a backup plan which means I've go to work EXTRA HARD. Ah shucks.&lt;br /&gt;Can't be stuffed now though. Mum just bought in a hot mug of milk for me, 'cause I'm apparently not getting enough calcium. I'ts making me feel all warm and fuzzy inside so I think I might doze off any second.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm going over to Tanzan's place in a bit, so I'll start WORKING REAL HARD, a little later. Right now, I just wanna relax. Been through a lot of mental stress lately, as you can probs tell if you've read my previous posts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tataa xox&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5801524931325429645-1488097229604907553?l=thereisnosuchthingasperfect.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thereisnosuchthingasperfect.blogspot.com/feeds/1488097229604907553/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thereisnosuchthingasperfect.blogspot.com/2009/09/still-feeling-kinda-good-though.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5801524931325429645/posts/default/1488097229604907553'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5801524931325429645/posts/default/1488097229604907553'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thereisnosuchthingasperfect.blogspot.com/2009/09/still-feeling-kinda-good-though.html' title='Still Feeling Kinda Good Though.'/><author><name>Lily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00303634142344805296</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-A5lLB3ld4RY/Ta0L9wdGiOI/AAAAAAAAAyw/UgdQI47tEA4/s220/leighton.PNG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5801524931325429645.post-5910970473229729963</id><published>2009-09-23T23:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-12-03T05:00:01.313-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I Never Believed in'Silver Linings', Until an Hour Ago.</title><content type='html'>It's funny how your outlook on life can change in just one hour, even though nothing 'big' has happened.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, after like a MILLENNIUM, or maybe just a month or two, my Dad and I actually had a proper conversation today, in which I didn't burst into tears or leave to mope in my room alone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So three ways my life's improved in the last hour?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Well it takes patience too you know, I mean you've got to lose some to win some. So it looks like I'm still stuck at the same old shit school I'm at right now for one more year. But next year I'm gonna try out for a few more selective schools, hopefully I won't repeat my mistakes and this time I'll be more prepared.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Dad says his gonna start his PHD next year, which probably means, he might finally get a good job then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Because of number 2, if I don't get into the selective schools that I'm trying out for, I might be able to enroll at that all girls school I wanted to go to next year, but instead the year after. Get me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So all in all, it's gonna take ONE WHOLE YEAR of patience, hard-work and faith. You always need faith. Why? Because it gives you hope that's why.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm surprised to find myself smiling because I'm ACTUALLY happy, and not because I'm putting on an act for the people around me. Well, I'm gonna go watch 'I Dream of Jeannie' now. Been on the computer for the whole day, so I need to get away. Now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5801524931325429645-5910970473229729963?l=thereisnosuchthingasperfect.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thereisnosuchthingasperfect.blogspot.com/feeds/5910970473229729963/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thereisnosuchthingasperfect.blogspot.com/2009/09/you-know-whats-weird.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5801524931325429645/posts/default/5910970473229729963'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5801524931325429645/posts/default/5910970473229729963'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thereisnosuchthingasperfect.blogspot.com/2009/09/you-know-whats-weird.html' title='I Never Believed in&apos;Silver Linings&apos;, Until an Hour Ago.'/><author><name>Lily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00303634142344805296</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-A5lLB3ld4RY/Ta0L9wdGiOI/AAAAAAAAAyw/UgdQI47tEA4/s220/leighton.PNG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5801524931325429645.post-7985932672515386529</id><published>2009-09-23T00:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-23T00:28:52.839-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My Favorite Highway</title><content type='html'>Just discovered this new band. Well, they're not new actually, they formed in 2004 in Fairfax, Virginia, America, but were signed to their record label in 2008.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They're new to me though, 'cause you don't really get these types of bands on Australian radio. Which sucks because this is the kind of music I love. And unfortunately, none of my friends share my taste. But what can you do?&lt;br /&gt;Well, I find this band totally awesome... haven't heard of them?&lt;br /&gt;WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU WAITING FOR?&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://ny.knittingfactory.com/media/fckeditor/favorite%20highway.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 353px; height: 236px;" src="http://ny.knittingfactory.com/media/fckeditor/favorite%20highway.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.ilike.com/artist/search?artist_qp=my+favorite+highway&amp;amp;x=0&amp;amp;y=0"&gt;CLICK HERE YES HERE&lt;/a&gt; to listen to samples some of their songs. I reckon 'Say So' is the best but 'What are You Waiting For?' and 'Getaway Car' are really awesome too! Happy listening!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5801524931325429645-7985932672515386529?l=thereisnosuchthingasperfect.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thereisnosuchthingasperfect.blogspot.com/feeds/7985932672515386529/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thereisnosuchthingasperfect.blogspot.com/2009/09/my-favorite-highway.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5801524931325429645/posts/default/7985932672515386529'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5801524931325429645/posts/default/7985932672515386529'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thereisnosuchthingasperfect.blogspot.com/2009/09/my-favorite-highway.html' title='My Favorite Highway'/><author><name>Lily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00303634142344805296</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-A5lLB3ld4RY/Ta0L9wdGiOI/AAAAAAAAAyw/UgdQI47tEA4/s220/leighton.PNG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5801524931325429645.post-5523202344079762981</id><published>2009-09-21T21:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-24T20:03:35.228-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My Poetic Side's been let out Again.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Bored as hell. Thought I'd put my useless time to some creative goodness and write a poem. Haven't written one in ages. So I thought I'd patch up my thoughts together and put them to paper before I lose my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;ummm&lt;/span&gt;...inner poet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://g.astrology.com/course/dreams/dreams_default.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 300px;" src="http://g.astrology.com/course/dreams/dreams_default.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;A smile on her face,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;a rose in her hair,&lt;br /&gt;she holds her chin up high.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Without a care,&lt;br /&gt;her shoulders light,&lt;br /&gt;her days pass her by.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I watch her laugh,&lt;br /&gt;at the littlest things,&lt;br /&gt;this must be an act.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Surely she has a secret,&lt;br /&gt;a burden,&lt;br /&gt;tragedy or regretful pact.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For how can she smile,&lt;br /&gt;in a world such as this,&lt;br /&gt;where nothing is as it seems.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Does she forget her past,&lt;br /&gt;present and future,&lt;br /&gt;and only live in her dreams?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5801524931325429645-5523202344079762981?l=thereisnosuchthingasperfect.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thereisnosuchthingasperfect.blogspot.com/feeds/5523202344079762981/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thereisnosuchthingasperfect.blogspot.com/2009/09/my-poetic-sides-been-let-out-again.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5801524931325429645/posts/default/5523202344079762981'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5801524931325429645/posts/default/5523202344079762981'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thereisnosuchthingasperfect.blogspot.com/2009/09/my-poetic-sides-been-let-out-again.html' title='My Poetic Side&apos;s been let out Again.'/><author><name>Lily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00303634142344805296</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-A5lLB3ld4RY/Ta0L9wdGiOI/AAAAAAAAAyw/UgdQI47tEA4/s220/leighton.PNG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5801524931325429645.post-4688446299603170098</id><published>2009-09-21T00:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-21T00:39:44.530-07:00</updated><title type='text'>To Crop or not to Crop?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;So I wanna cut my hair short. Not now though, maybe around November. Help me pick which look is best?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VlzphUH5B-I/Srcsu4SmM1I/AAAAAAAAAL0/9Jvy8XUX7CI/s1600-h/taylor+momsen+cut+2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 262px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VlzphUH5B-I/Srcsu4SmM1I/AAAAAAAAAL0/9Jvy8XUX7CI/s320/taylor+momsen+cut+2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5383821063440708434" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VlzphUH5B-I/SrcstLid_II/AAAAAAAAALc/yA8K6imyjiI/s1600-h/kim+cooper+bobcut.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VlzphUH5B-I/SrcstLid_II/AAAAAAAAALc/yA8K6imyjiI/s320/kim+cooper+bobcut.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5383821034247814274" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VlzphUH5B-I/SrcsuVxWfjI/AAAAAAAAALs/04CFGUbNXUM/s1600-h/nicole+ritchie+bobcut.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VlzphUH5B-I/SrcsuVxWfjI/AAAAAAAAALs/04CFGUbNXUM/s320/nicole+ritchie+bobcut.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5383821054174461490" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5801524931325429645-4688446299603170098?l=thereisnosuchthingasperfect.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thereisnosuchthingasperfect.blogspot.com/feeds/4688446299603170098/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thereisnosuchthingasperfect.blogspot.com/2009/09/to-crop-or-not-to-crop.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5801524931325429645/posts/default/4688446299603170098'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5801524931325429645/posts/default/4688446299603170098'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thereisnosuchthingasperfect.blogspot.com/2009/09/to-crop-or-not-to-crop.html' title='To Crop or not to Crop?'/><author><name>Lily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00303634142344805296</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-A5lLB3ld4RY/Ta0L9wdGiOI/AAAAAAAAAyw/UgdQI47tEA4/s220/leighton.PNG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VlzphUH5B-I/Srcsu4SmM1I/AAAAAAAAAL0/9Jvy8XUX7CI/s72-c/taylor+momsen+cut+2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5801524931325429645.post-5576178171119091737</id><published>2009-09-20T20:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-21T00:41:20.806-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Thinking of Others Before Myself.</title><content type='html'>I think I've changed a bit in the last 24 hours (ummm, I don't think it counts the time I was asleep though). Anywho, I've listened to some valuable advice, put the needs of others in front of my own, and done a lot more thinking. So I've decide not to go through with the enrollment, and I'm staying put where I am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've thought about it, and realized if I do go to that school, my parents will really be struggling to pay the fees, I mean my Dad doesn't even have a proper full time job yet and we're still renting. So yeah, hopefully next year, if we're (pretty please God) financially better off...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Honestly, my parents should be so grateful they got a daughter like me. Seriously, how many other stubborn, tantrum-throwing, "I-hate-my-life" saying teenage drama queens, give up their own happiness for their parents, huh?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5801524931325429645-5576178171119091737?l=thereisnosuchthingasperfect.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thereisnosuchthingasperfect.blogspot.com/feeds/5576178171119091737/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thereisnosuchthingasperfect.blogspot.com/2009/09/thinking-of-others-before-myself.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5801524931325429645/posts/default/5576178171119091737'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5801524931325429645/posts/default/5576178171119091737'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thereisnosuchthingasperfect.blogspot.com/2009/09/thinking-of-others-before-myself.html' title='Thinking of Others Before Myself.'/><author><name>Lily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00303634142344805296</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-A5lLB3ld4RY/Ta0L9wdGiOI/AAAAAAAAAyw/UgdQI47tEA4/s220/leighton.PNG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5801524931325429645.post-3536105923363088629</id><published>2009-09-18T23:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-19T00:52:44.860-07:00</updated><title type='text'>*sigh*</title><content type='html'>Sometimes I really hate myself. No wait, hate isn't a strong enough word. I disgust myself.&lt;br /&gt;Mum's trying to be all 'lovey dovey' with me at the moment. It's not making me feel better, just making me feel guilty for saying I hate her. I don't hate her, it's just that sometimes I get really pissed off at her. Yep, the guiltiness is seeping in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://theclink.files.wordpress.com/2009/05/84.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 430px; height: 322px;" src="http://theclink.files.wordpress.com/2009/05/84.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5801524931325429645-3536105923363088629?l=thereisnosuchthingasperfect.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thereisnosuchthingasperfect.blogspot.com/feeds/3536105923363088629/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thereisnosuchthingasperfect.blogspot.com/2009/09/sigh.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5801524931325429645/posts/default/3536105923363088629'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5801524931325429645/posts/default/3536105923363088629'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thereisnosuchthingasperfect.blogspot.com/2009/09/sigh.html' title='*sigh*'/><author><name>Lily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00303634142344805296</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-A5lLB3ld4RY/Ta0L9wdGiOI/AAAAAAAAAyw/UgdQI47tEA4/s220/leighton.PNG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5801524931325429645.post-5017689999134348184</id><published>2009-09-18T22:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-23T20:18:12.953-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ugh.</title><content type='html'>Come to think of it, why don't I just go jump off a cliff? No one would notice and it wouldn't even make a difference in the world.&lt;br /&gt;Then they'll cry, "Oh why wasn't I a better parent? Oh why didn't I let her live her life?"&lt;br /&gt;hmmmf. Fat chance. They'll probs just be happy with the lower internet and water bills. Oh the misery. Boo hoo.&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.richard-seaman.com/Travel/NewZealand/Cities/Christchurch/TaylorsMistakeCliffs.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 407px; height: 292px;" src="http://www.richard-seaman.com/Travel/NewZealand/Cities/Christchurch/TaylorsMistakeCliffs.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Right. Going to go get ready for jumping. What do you wear when your on the way to suiciding?&lt;br /&gt;Ah, who cares. Just gonna go in my trackies and tee. Bye bye all. Take care.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5801524931325429645-5017689999134348184?l=thereisnosuchthingasperfect.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thereisnosuchthingasperfect.blogspot.com/feeds/5017689999134348184/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thereisnosuchthingasperfect.blogspot.com/2009/09/ugh.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5801524931325429645/posts/default/5017689999134348184'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5801524931325429645/posts/default/5017689999134348184'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thereisnosuchthingasperfect.blogspot.com/2009/09/ugh.html' title='Ugh.'/><author><name>Lily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00303634142344805296</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-A5lLB3ld4RY/Ta0L9wdGiOI/AAAAAAAAAyw/UgdQI47tEA4/s220/leighton.PNG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5801524931325429645.post-8891322040755840645</id><published>2009-09-18T22:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-11-20T23:14:47.384-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Shifty Much?</title><content type='html'>I hate my parents. They're so bloody overprotective. They don't support me in anything I do. They underestimate me beyond the boundaries of er...underestimation. Honestly, how am I supposed to believe in myself, if they don't? The very people who brought me into this ruddy world? They say I can't do anything on my own, like I'm not independent.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well you know what?&lt;br /&gt;THAT"S YOUR FAULT CAUSE YOU NEVER GIVE ME A CHANCE TO BE FUKN INDEPENDANT!&lt;br /&gt;To tell you the truth, I live in a jail.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5801524931325429645-8891322040755840645?l=thereisnosuchthingasperfect.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thereisnosuchthingasperfect.blogspot.com/feeds/8891322040755840645/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thereisnosuchthingasperfect.blogspot.com/2009/09/shifty-much.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5801524931325429645/posts/default/8891322040755840645'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5801524931325429645/posts/default/8891322040755840645'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thereisnosuchthingasperfect.blogspot.com/2009/09/shifty-much.html' title='Shifty Much?'/><author><name>Lily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00303634142344805296</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-A5lLB3ld4RY/Ta0L9wdGiOI/AAAAAAAAAyw/UgdQI47tEA4/s220/leighton.PNG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5801524931325429645.post-7779030397694684278</id><published>2009-09-17T21:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-17T21:38:21.196-07:00</updated><title type='text'>So it's Now or Never</title><content type='html'>So my Dad was kind of pissed at me with the whole 'Open Day' incident. But after more begging and tantrum throwing, he's given me another chance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I called up the school today, and got an appointment with the Assistant Principal at four. She seemed quite nice but the thing I'm worried about is, that she's probably  gonna see my permanent record, which was perfectly clean until this year. So I'm geussing she won't be too happy when she see's that I got an after school detention for graffiti in the bathroom (not my usual stuff, it was more like an in-the-moment thing) and three days detention for wagging LOTE classes (not my fault if I don't learn anything anyway).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anywho, my recent school report hasn't really been my best. I think it's my worst actually. I got 57% in math. I HAVE NEVER GOTTEN BELOW THE 70'S!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah, and in Literature, I got 53%! And I'm like a bookworm! Well, it's notmy fault if they give us the most boringest book on earth to study!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, I got 97% in English and 92% in Science (whhich was quite a surprise), so I'm hoping she'll be impressed by those.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.locustlane.ecasd.k12.wi.us/images/ReportCard.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 266px; height: 220px;" src="http://www.locustlane.ecasd.k12.wi.us/images/ReportCard.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Pfft...I wish.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*sigh...* I'll keep you posted, bloggeee.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5801524931325429645-7779030397694684278?l=thereisnosuchthingasperfect.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thereisnosuchthingasperfect.blogspot.com/feeds/7779030397694684278/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thereisnosuchthingasperfect.blogspot.com/2009/09/so-its-now-or-never.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5801524931325429645/posts/default/7779030397694684278'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5801524931325429645/posts/default/7779030397694684278'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thereisnosuchthingasperfect.blogspot.com/2009/09/so-its-now-or-never.html' title='So it&apos;s Now or Never'/><author><name>Lily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00303634142344805296</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-A5lLB3ld4RY/Ta0L9wdGiOI/AAAAAAAAAyw/UgdQI47tEA4/s220/leighton.PNG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5801524931325429645.post-6564066655399512158</id><published>2009-09-16T18:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-16T18:30:46.470-07:00</updated><title type='text'>How Could You be so Heartless?</title><content type='html'>This video speaks for itself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/jFr0VEv6RD4&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/jFr0VEv6RD4&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry about the poor quality, obviously someone recorded this with a camera in front of their T.V, but it was the only one without random people trying to get their 2 mins of fame talking at the start.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/N8CVEIsysR0&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/N8CVEIsysR0&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was great that Beyonce let Taylor Swift finish her speech (how nice was that?), after a heartless SOMEONE interrupted her. I personally loved the video clip of 'You Belong with Me'. So congrats to Taylor, you totally deserved this!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5801524931325429645-6564066655399512158?l=thereisnosuchthingasperfect.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thereisnosuchthingasperfect.blogspot.com/feeds/6564066655399512158/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thereisnosuchthingasperfect.blogspot.com/2009/09/how-could-you-be-so-heartless.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5801524931325429645/posts/default/6564066655399512158'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5801524931325429645/posts/default/6564066655399512158'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thereisnosuchthingasperfect.blogspot.com/2009/09/how-could-you-be-so-heartless.html' title='How Could You be so Heartless?'/><author><name>Lily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00303634142344805296</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-A5lLB3ld4RY/Ta0L9wdGiOI/AAAAAAAAAyw/UgdQI47tEA4/s220/leighton.PNG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5801524931325429645.post-2770589085065960566</id><published>2009-09-15T20:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-16T01:54:47.987-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Yay, Yay and triple Yay!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;My third award!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yippeeeee!!! A big, warm THANK YOU hug to Alexis, from &lt;a href="http://confessionsofsomeonealmost18.blogspot.com/"&gt;Confessions of Someone Almost 18&lt;/a&gt;, who has kindly nominated me for the 'Humane Award'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VlzphUH5B-I/SrCnFRMPu5I/AAAAAAAAAKU/Ng5OIltdZ3I/s1600-h/award.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 159px; height: 164px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VlzphUH5B-I/SrCnFRMPu5I/AAAAAAAAAKU/Ng5OIltdZ3I/s320/award.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5381985263663692690" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Just wanna pass this one on to:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tee- &lt;a href="http://teeeeeesha.blogspot.com/"&gt;Teeeeee's World&lt;/a&gt; - For her entertaining posts =]&lt;br /&gt;Tanzan- &lt;a href="http://some-what-wonderful.blogspot.com/"&gt;Some Kind of Wonderful&lt;/a&gt;- Thanks for giving me advice and patiently tutoring me. Good luck with your exams and I really do hope your knee gets better real soon!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;1.&lt;/strong&gt; Accept and post the award to your blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;2.&lt;/strong&gt; Link to the person from whom you received it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;3.&lt;/strong&gt; Pass the award to other blogs who you think are worthy of this acknowledgement.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;4.&lt;/strong&gt; Let them know they have been chosen for this award.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5801524931325429645-2770589085065960566?l=thereisnosuchthingasperfect.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thereisnosuchthingasperfect.blogspot.com/feeds/2770589085065960566/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thereisnosuchthingasperfect.blogspot.com/2009/09/yay-yay-and-triple-yay.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5801524931325429645/posts/default/2770589085065960566'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5801524931325429645/posts/default/2770589085065960566'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thereisnosuchthingasperfect.blogspot.com/2009/09/yay-yay-and-triple-yay.html' title='Yay, Yay and triple Yay!'/><author><name>Lily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00303634142344805296</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-A5lLB3ld4RY/Ta0L9wdGiOI/AAAAAAAAAyw/UgdQI47tEA4/s220/leighton.PNG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VlzphUH5B-I/SrCnFRMPu5I/AAAAAAAAAKU/Ng5OIltdZ3I/s72-c/award.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5801524931325429645.post-3022972137596405672</id><published>2009-09-14T18:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-19T01:17:02.977-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Another Award :)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A mega huge THANKYOU to Tee for nominating me for the 'Kreativ Blogger' award on her blog &lt;a href="http://teeeeeesha.blogspot.com/"&gt;Teeeeee's World&lt;/a&gt;!!! You said my blog was real, and that absolutely touched me, just want to say that you'r blog is just as real and utterly awesome =]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;YAY!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VlzphUH5B-I/Sq7vlmAsuNI/AAAAAAAAAKE/n4Ph-38m7iU/s1600-h/fisdhgsd.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 139px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VlzphUH5B-I/Sq7vlmAsuNI/AAAAAAAAAKE/n4Ph-38m7iU/s320/fisdhgsd.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5381502033891997906" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;So 7 thing you don't know about me... let's see,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. I'm a very fussy person. A bit too fussy for my own good, especially when it comes to clothes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i.treehugger.com/images/2007/10/24/Fair_Fashion.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 349px; height: 305px;" src="http://i.treehugger.com/images/2007/10/24/Fair_Fashion.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. I have a fear of heights and whales. Weird I know, but whales are scary!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://urbanchristiannews.com/ucn/humpback_whale_sfw.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 270px; height: 180px;" src="http://urbanchristiannews.com/ucn/humpback_whale_sfw.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. I'm an extremely shy person, but I think I'm better than I was before.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VlzphUH5B-I/SrSRfxFspzI/AAAAAAAAALU/etNK81ACFgk/s1600-h/image%5B53%5D.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VlzphUH5B-I/SrSRfxFspzI/AAAAAAAAALU/etNK81ACFgk/s320/image%5B53%5D.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5383087429553792818" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. My favourite color's purple.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://trendcity.files.wordpress.com/2007/11/purple-dress.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 230px; height: 307px;" src="http://trendcity.files.wordpress.com/2007/11/purple-dress.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. I've always wanted to visit London.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.ica.coop/al-housing/content_images/London.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 317px;" src="http://www.ica.coop/al-housing/content_images/London.gif" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. I love singing. I like to think I'm good at it, but whenever I &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;do&lt;/span&gt; sing in front of my friends and family, they tell me shut up. Wonder why?&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://outboxonline.com/blog/wp-content/uploads/2009/06/microphone.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 260px; height: 282px;" src="http://outboxonline.com/blog/wp-content/uploads/2009/06/microphone.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. I suck at every single type of sport that exists on this planet. You may think I'm exaggerating, but I'm not. Literally.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://media.10best.com/Images/Photos/7115/sports400_5_300x300.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 251px; height: 251px;" src="http://media.10best.com/Images/Photos/7115/sports400_5_300x300.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;And I pass this lovely award (in no particular order, 'cause you're all awesome) on to the following very talented bloggers:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anna- &lt;a href="http://made-the-cut.blogspot.com/"&gt;Important Enough to Mention&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Madison- &lt;a href="http://blog-me-famous.blogspot.com/"&gt;Blog Me Famous&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alexis- &lt;a href="http://confessionsofsomeonealmost18.blogspot.com/"&gt;Confessions of Someone Almost 18&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wonderlander- &lt;a href="http://wonderlander-bloggityblog.blogspot.com/"&gt;Wonderlander&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kirsty- &lt;a href="http://giggly-cupcake.blogspot.com/"&gt;Giggly-Cupcake&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ash- &lt;a href="http://ash-leighh.blogspot.com/"&gt;That's just the way it is&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Think someone you know deserves this award too?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Thank the person who nominated you for this award.&lt;br /&gt;2. Copy the logo and put it on your blog.&lt;br /&gt;3. Link the person who nominated you for this award.&lt;br /&gt;4. Name 7 things, people may not know about you.&lt;br /&gt;5. Nominate as many other 'Kreativ Bloggers' of your choice.&lt;br /&gt;6. Post links to the blogs which you nominated.&lt;br /&gt;7. Leave tem a comment to let them know they have been nominated!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5801524931325429645-3022972137596405672?l=thereisnosuchthingasperfect.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thereisnosuchthingasperfect.blogspot.com/feeds/3022972137596405672/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thereisnosuchthingasperfect.blogspot.com/2009/09/another-award.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5801524931325429645/posts/default/3022972137596405672'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5801524931325429645/posts/default/3022972137596405672'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thereisnosuchthingasperfect.blogspot.com/2009/09/another-award.html' title='Another Award :)'/><author><name>Lily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00303634142344805296</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-A5lLB3ld4RY/Ta0L9wdGiOI/AAAAAAAAAyw/UgdQI47tEA4/s220/leighton.PNG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VlzphUH5B-I/Sq7vlmAsuNI/AAAAAAAAAKE/n4Ph-38m7iU/s72-c/fisdhgsd.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry></feed>
