<?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-693407805631337395</id><updated>2012-02-16T18:54:48.022+11:00</updated><category term='Contiki tour'/><category term='Strings and Drums'/><category term='Alexisonfire'/><category term='angst'/><category term='Kisschasy'/><category term='Superbad'/><category term='Europe'/><category term='feelings'/><category term='Funeral for a friend'/><category term='crush'/><category term='retail therepy'/><title type='text'>Her thoughts</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://samannn.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/693407805631337395/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://samannn.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Saman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02740111707154376653</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/__9OrNZJxuiY/SAKeQFmU6BI/AAAAAAAAAA8/GabaUV-L2EM/S220/P5310003sg.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>14</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-693407805631337395.post-1973836355521641160</id><published>2008-04-16T20:38:00.002+10:00</published><updated>2008-04-16T20:45:01.403+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Tea</title><content type='html'>Why is it so complicated?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love him. I know i do. It happened really quickly. Maybe 2 weeks. But i know its love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have i told him? God no.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have i wanted to? Ofcourse. Ive whispered it a few times. As terribly lame as that is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He has never had a proper girlfriend before. Just a few flings. Well thats what he told me. So im assuming he has never been in love. He mentioned that he wanted to tell me something that cant be said over a message. I thought that might have been it. But then he said it was stupid. That was a week ago, nothing has been said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know i should just say it. Part of me thinks he feels the same way. But the last thing i want to do is say it and get nothing back. An awkward silence. A forced 'i love you' in return, when really he doesnt love me at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe its too soon for him. Just over a month? I know its quick.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh i dont know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love sucks....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/693407805631337395-1973836355521641160?l=samannn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://samannn.blogspot.com/feeds/1973836355521641160/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=693407805631337395&amp;postID=1973836355521641160' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/693407805631337395/posts/default/1973836355521641160'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/693407805631337395/posts/default/1973836355521641160'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://samannn.blogspot.com/2008/04/tea.html' title='Tea'/><author><name>Saman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02740111707154376653</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/__9OrNZJxuiY/SAKeQFmU6BI/AAAAAAAAAA8/GabaUV-L2EM/S220/P5310003sg.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-693407805631337395.post-3541163305432075102</id><published>2008-04-14T10:04:00.003+10:00</published><updated>2008-04-14T10:23:41.533+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Wave</title><content type='html'>Crying sucks.&lt;br /&gt;Crying for no reason is even worse.&lt;br /&gt;Crying over things you know mean nothing is making me paranoid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stupid crimson wave.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/693407805631337395-3541163305432075102?l=samannn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://samannn.blogspot.com/feeds/3541163305432075102/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=693407805631337395&amp;postID=3541163305432075102' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/693407805631337395/posts/default/3541163305432075102'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/693407805631337395/posts/default/3541163305432075102'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://samannn.blogspot.com/2008/04/wave.html' title='Wave'/><author><name>Saman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02740111707154376653</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/__9OrNZJxuiY/SAKeQFmU6BI/AAAAAAAAAA8/GabaUV-L2EM/S220/P5310003sg.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-693407805631337395.post-5148420200174267059</id><published>2008-02-06T21:27:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2008-02-06T21:33:04.621+11:00</updated><title type='text'>That Thing</title><content type='html'>Male 1 : "Why are you talking to &lt;em&gt;that thing&lt;/em&gt; for?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Male 2: "Havnt i taught you anything mate? Easy root"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Both males laugh to one another.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe they were right...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/693407805631337395-5148420200174267059?l=samannn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://samannn.blogspot.com/feeds/5148420200174267059/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=693407805631337395&amp;postID=5148420200174267059' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/693407805631337395/posts/default/5148420200174267059'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/693407805631337395/posts/default/5148420200174267059'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://samannn.blogspot.com/2008/02/that-thing.html' title='That Thing'/><author><name>Saman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02740111707154376653</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/__9OrNZJxuiY/SAKeQFmU6BI/AAAAAAAAAA8/GabaUV-L2EM/S220/P5310003sg.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-693407805631337395.post-2030994285019145540</id><published>2007-12-27T15:56:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2007-12-27T16:22:26.482+11:00</updated><title type='text'>Perfect</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;I know i should have felt guilty, felt dirty. But i didnt think it would happen. At first it was all so innocent. I knew you wanted it &amp;amp;&amp;amp; deep down i did too, but would never admit it. So i told myself it was all ok, it was all innocent. I wasnt doing anything wrong. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then everything just fell into place. Just like in the movies. Everything felt so right. I was so incredibly happy. Overwhelmed by it all. To think that what i wanted deep down, that i doubted i would ever be able to experience was all happening. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You wanted me. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Laying there in your arms while you kept me warm. Skin touching. Breathing you in. I felt so safe, so loved. Lightly stroking your face. Bodies so close. I could have stayed there forever. And then the kiss. That perfect kiss. Just what i wanted. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v518/saman_121/themo5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 159px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 112px" height="139" alt="" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v518/saman_121/themo5.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We stopped. It shouldnt have happened. But i dont regret any minute of it. I know i should, its the right thing to feal, but i will never regret it. Nothing has ever felt so right to me. The perfect day, the perfect kiss with the most perfect person. I would give up everything to experience it again. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I will never forget that day...&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/693407805631337395-2030994285019145540?l=samannn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://samannn.blogspot.com/feeds/2030994285019145540/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=693407805631337395&amp;postID=2030994285019145540' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/693407805631337395/posts/default/2030994285019145540'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/693407805631337395/posts/default/2030994285019145540'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://samannn.blogspot.com/2007/12/perfect.html' title='Perfect'/><author><name>Saman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02740111707154376653</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/__9OrNZJxuiY/SAKeQFmU6BI/AAAAAAAAAA8/GabaUV-L2EM/S220/P5310003sg.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-693407805631337395.post-7262557594130657860</id><published>2007-10-11T06:44:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2007-10-11T07:06:40.011+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Maturity</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;My brother has always been the immature little shit growing up. There was the naked faze, where he would walk around naked, dance in the loungeroom naked, practically just live naked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then there was the gay faze. Everything i said or did was gay in his eyes and he would tell me repeatedly. Then i was emo and everything i said or did was supposedly emo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Master Patrick then learnt foul language. I was a fucking this or fucking that. Bitch, whore, slut, mother fucker. He even called me a cunt a few times. He was about thirteen at this stage.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But yesterday Patrick and i actually talked and i realised that what i thought would never ever happen as in fact happened. My annoying little brother has matured! (Maybe its the sex &amp;amp; drugs, but i dont want to think of him doing either kthnks.) We talked about his friends, music, clubs, scene kids, him turning 18, drinking etc. And there was no name calling, no language and nothing immature at all. It was actually enjoyable to have a conversation with him :]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While we were talking yesterday he told me about this band &lt;em&gt;'Breaking Benjamin'. &lt;/em&gt;They are actually rather good i think. They remind me of '&lt;em&gt;Three Days Grace' &lt;/em&gt;just because of the singers voice. Im just glad to hear my brother listening to something different. So here is there video for one of there songs&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://myspacetv.com/index.cfm?fuseaction=vids.individual&amp;videoid=8219144"&gt;Breaking Benjamin "Breath" Music Video&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;embed src="http://lads.myspace.com/videos/vplayer.swf" flashvars="m=8219144&amp;v=2&amp;type=video" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="430" height="346"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://myspacetv.com/index.cfm?fuseaction=vids.addToProfileConfirm&amp;videoid=8219144&amp;title=Breaking Benjamin &amp;quot;Breath&amp;quot; Music Video"&gt;Add to My Profile&lt;/a&gt; | &lt;a href="http://myspacetv.com/index.cfm?fuseaction=vids.home"&gt;More Videos&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/693407805631337395-7262557594130657860?l=samannn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://samannn.blogspot.com/feeds/7262557594130657860/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=693407805631337395&amp;postID=7262557594130657860' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/693407805631337395/posts/default/7262557594130657860'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/693407805631337395/posts/default/7262557594130657860'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://samannn.blogspot.com/2007/10/maturity.html' title='Maturity'/><author><name>Saman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02740111707154376653</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/__9OrNZJxuiY/SAKeQFmU6BI/AAAAAAAAAA8/GabaUV-L2EM/S220/P5310003sg.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-693407805631337395.post-3964073839551556209</id><published>2007-10-04T21:54:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2007-10-04T22:14:09.626+10:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Alexisonfire'/><title type='text'>Control</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;I would like to thank Alexisonfire for getting me through this week so far. Things are looking up a bit today. The morning started off shit, but i did some retail therepy, got shit off my chest etc. The ball is no longer in my court for my biggest issue. Ive said what i have to say, its up to them now to decide where they want to take things. And right now i dont care what the answer is, i just want an answer, so i can decide to move on or not.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Hopefully emo saman will be leaving soon and in the words of my t-dawg the happy sammy-poo will return :]&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Alexisonfire - Control&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;This burden's not a heavy one&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;But I assure you, it's present&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;This burden's not a heavy one&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;But I assure you, it is present&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Say that you're in control&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Say that you are&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I can't think of a time&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;When you looked less alive&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;You say,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;"Wait until light, my dear, just wait until light"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;One more day will go by&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Maybe today you should try&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;To look past the mirror and find&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Look past the mirror&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;That there's something inside&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Something more to your life&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;My words won't heal you now&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;My words won't heal&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;It is you who decides&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;It is you who decides&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;This burden's not a heavy one&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;But I assure you, it's present&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;This burden's not a heavy one&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I assure you&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Believe that you are just fine&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Believe that you are&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;You'll feel so alive&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;You'll feel so alive&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Be what you are now &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;(be what you are)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Be what you are&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Do not keep it inside&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;The hate will not subside&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Be what you are now &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;(be what you are)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Be what you are&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Do not keep it inside&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;The hate will not subside&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;It's you, decide&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;It's you, decide&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;So alive&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;You'll feel so alive&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;This burden's not a heavy one&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;But I assure, I assure you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;This burden's not a heavy one&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Not a heavy one&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Not a heavy one.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;xo&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div 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/693407805631337395-3964073839551556209?l=samannn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://samannn.blogspot.com/feeds/3964073839551556209/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=693407805631337395&amp;postID=3964073839551556209' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/693407805631337395/posts/default/3964073839551556209'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/693407805631337395/posts/default/3964073839551556209'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://samannn.blogspot.com/2007/10/control.html' title='Control'/><author><name>Saman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02740111707154376653</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/__9OrNZJxuiY/SAKeQFmU6BI/AAAAAAAAAA8/GabaUV-L2EM/S220/P5310003sg.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-693407805631337395.post-2034516869212181975</id><published>2007-10-04T06:47:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2007-10-04T07:00:56.584+10:00</updated><title type='text'>This week</title><content type='html'>This week just &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;isn't&lt;/span&gt; my week. After having 2 great weeks in a row, where everything is 'fine &amp;amp;&amp;amp; dandy' i was bound to have a week full of shit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The thing that started it all was me opening my big mouth. I decided that to try and get rid of these crush feelings i have been feeling for someone, i would go back to the way i felt about someone before. A few months ago i liked someone, they liked me back. But due to certain circumstances nothing could happen. I pushed those feelings to the back of my mind, tried to ignore them. But every day they were there, i really liked this person, but there was nothing i could do about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So i thought why not bring these feelings back, there is nothing stopping anything happening now, the circumstances are perfect. Plus it will help me get over the other person i have feelings for. So what do i do, i sent the dreaded slightly tipsy &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;sms&lt;/span&gt; to this person. Telling them i still like them, i have all this time and whats stopping us now?&lt;br /&gt;Do you know whats stopping us, &lt;strong&gt;this person is too fucking busy for me right now.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(obviously i added the fucking)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So now i have made a complete fool of myself. I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;shouldn't&lt;/span&gt; have assumed he still felt the same way, its been a good 2-3 months now. People move on. But i &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;wasn't&lt;/span&gt; thinking of that. I assumed that because i still had those feelings they would. Now i have someone i really like who is too busy for me, and someone i kinda still like who &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;doesn't&lt;/span&gt; like me back. Way to fuck things up &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Saman&lt;/span&gt; *high fives myself*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now so far this week everything has been getting to me. Friends, family, myself, every little thing. Its one of those girl things where everything gets to you and makes you cry &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;lol&lt;/span&gt;. Ive become snappy, bitchy &amp;amp;&amp;amp; moody to everyone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hopefully today might be a bit better. I think some retail &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;therapy&lt;/span&gt; is in order. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;Emo&lt;/span&gt; rant ends now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;xo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/693407805631337395-2034516869212181975?l=samannn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://samannn.blogspot.com/feeds/2034516869212181975/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=693407805631337395&amp;postID=2034516869212181975' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/693407805631337395/posts/default/2034516869212181975'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/693407805631337395/posts/default/2034516869212181975'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://samannn.blogspot.com/2007/10/this-week.html' title='This week'/><author><name>Saman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02740111707154376653</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/__9OrNZJxuiY/SAKeQFmU6BI/AAAAAAAAAA8/GabaUV-L2EM/S220/P5310003sg.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-693407805631337395.post-855080106965938607</id><published>2007-09-28T06:48:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2007-09-28T07:00:48.971+10:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Strings and Drums'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Kisschasy'/><title type='text'>Strings and Drums</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;"Strings And Drums"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Turn your eyes to me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I am watching every move you make&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;What should I wear today on my sleeve?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Let's take a step and move away&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Underground is where we'll stay&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;For a while&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I will mix my tounge with strings and drums&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And give my soul away&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Can you hear them come?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Strings and drums&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;You're my mystery&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;You are always at my fingertips&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Without you I'm just bones and skin&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I will lick your cuts and be your bruise&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Until I fade from deepest blue&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Into white&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I will change my words from nouns to verbs&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And never be ashamed&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Can you hear them come?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Strings and drums&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I am writing myself clean&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I am selling myself cheap&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I am aching for a touch or a taste&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And I'm aching, aching, aching now&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I'm holding, holding, holding out&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I'm calling, calling, calling out to you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Strings and drums&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I will change my words from nouns to verbs&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And never be ashamed&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Can you hear them come?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Strings and drums&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Strings and drums&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://i180.photobucket.com/albums/x144/gilliganmilk/Kisschasy1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://i180.photobucket.com/albums/x144/gilliganmilk/Kisschasy1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Hooray today is Kisschasy :] Im not excited i swear.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;xo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div 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/693407805631337395-855080106965938607?l=samannn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://samannn.blogspot.com/feeds/855080106965938607/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=693407805631337395&amp;postID=855080106965938607' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/693407805631337395/posts/default/855080106965938607'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/693407805631337395/posts/default/855080106965938607'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://samannn.blogspot.com/2007/09/strings-and-drums.html' title='Strings and Drums'/><author><name>Saman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02740111707154376653</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/__9OrNZJxuiY/SAKeQFmU6BI/AAAAAAAAAA8/GabaUV-L2EM/S220/P5310003sg.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-693407805631337395.post-7234940701526108257</id><published>2007-09-27T16:33:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2007-09-27T16:48:39.837+10:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='feelings'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='crush'/><title type='text'>Feelings</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;The cliche butterflies in your stomach when you see them&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Smiling &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;every time&lt;/span&gt; you hear their name&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Getting excited when you know you are going to see them&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The typical 'crush' feelings. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Unfortunately&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;I've&lt;/span&gt; got them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Normally i love feeling like this. Its exciting and fun. But not this time around. Not when you know nothing will come of these feelings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Although i &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;haven't&lt;/span&gt; spoken to this said crush, i know they &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;wouldn't&lt;/span&gt; feel the same way as me. So even if i did tell them, i would get my hopes up, they would be crushed and i would turn into a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;lil&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;emo&lt;/span&gt; kid. And right now &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;that's&lt;/span&gt; not what i want.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So now my mission is to forget about them, stop the feelings and move on. Ive done it before so i know i can do it again. There is a huge part of me that &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;doesn't&lt;/span&gt; want to. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;That's&lt;/span&gt; clinging on to that last bit of hope that maybe &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;I'm&lt;/span&gt; wrong, that they could like me back. But i would rather save myself the heartache.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Feelings suck balls *nods*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;xo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/693407805631337395-7234940701526108257?l=samannn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://samannn.blogspot.com/feeds/7234940701526108257/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=693407805631337395&amp;postID=7234940701526108257' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/693407805631337395/posts/default/7234940701526108257'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/693407805631337395/posts/default/7234940701526108257'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://samannn.blogspot.com/2007/09/feelings.html' title='Feelings'/><author><name>Saman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02740111707154376653</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/__9OrNZJxuiY/SAKeQFmU6BI/AAAAAAAAAA8/GabaUV-L2EM/S220/P5310003sg.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-693407805631337395.post-5880842567156478517</id><published>2007-09-27T06:42:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2007-09-27T06:57:54.177+10:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Superbad'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Kisschasy'/><title type='text'>Random</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://i203.photobucket.com/albums/aa118/burton4579/superbad.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Saw &lt;em&gt;'Superbad' &lt;/em&gt;Tuesday night. I thought it was absolutly hilarious. Although at times it was a tad irritating at how terrible these guys were at picking up signs i think that was the point. (Lol @ Tom- Just hurry up &amp;amp; fuck the chicks already)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;It's the funniest teen movie i have seen in a long time. It was so openly crude, i loved it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;So hooray for Superbad :]&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://i203.photobucket.com/albums/aa126/scribble58/superbad.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://i203.photobucket.com/albums/aa126/scribble58/superbad.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Havnt been at home the past few nights. It great lol. It's good to just do random shit on weeknights as it seems to make the week go faster. Yay for it being Thursday already &amp;amp;&amp;amp; yay for this weekend being a long weekend!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Tomorrow night i'm seeing Kisschasy, even more reason to celebrate. All i listen to at the moment is their new album so i am quite the excited.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Thinks i may blog again after i get back from work. Have some things on my mind i think i need to get out. Sigh @ stuff &amp;amp;&amp;amp; things clouding my head lol.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Plan to blog about random crap this morning to waste time before work-check&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;xo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div 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/693407805631337395-5880842567156478517?l=samannn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://samannn.blogspot.com/feeds/5880842567156478517/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=693407805631337395&amp;postID=5880842567156478517' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/693407805631337395/posts/default/5880842567156478517'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/693407805631337395/posts/default/5880842567156478517'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://samannn.blogspot.com/2007/09/random.html' title='Random'/><author><name>Saman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02740111707154376653</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/__9OrNZJxuiY/SAKeQFmU6BI/AAAAAAAAAA8/GabaUV-L2EM/S220/P5310003sg.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-693407805631337395.post-6026812000409269249</id><published>2007-09-18T06:25:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2007-09-18T06:45:33.585+10:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Funeral for a friend'/><title type='text'>Funeral For A Friend</title><content type='html'>Sunday 16th September was the Funeral For A Friend concert @ The Metro. The last time i had been to a concert was when i saw The Used in May. And from being a person who saw local gigs every weekend, and international bands every month, this was a big gap from May to now. So i was really looking forward to it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And it was worth the wait. Funeral put on a great show &amp;amp;&amp;amp; played a lot of old stuff aswell. I'm not a huge fan of their new album, but their new stuff sounds a lot better live than it does on cd.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They played my 2 favourite songs aswell, which doesnt normally happen at concerts. First it was &lt;em&gt;'History'. &lt;/em&gt;I was happy with that but i knew they would probably play that anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://myspacetv.com/index.cfm?fuseaction=vids.individual&amp;videoid=18250599"&gt;FFAF - History (Clipping 1)&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;embed src="http://lads.myspace.com/videos/vplayer.swf" flashvars="m=18250599&amp;v=2&amp;type=video" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="430" height="346"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://myspacetv.com/index.cfm?fuseaction=vids.addToProfileConfirm&amp;videoid=18250599&amp;title=FFAF - History (Clipping 1)"&gt;Add to My Profile&lt;/a&gt; | &lt;a href="http://myspacetv.com/index.cfm?fuseaction=vids.home"&gt;More Videos&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didnt think they would play the other song i really wanted to hear. It came to the end, they started the encore with &lt;em&gt;'Streetcar' &lt;/em&gt;&amp;amp; i was happy for it to end with that as i also love that song. But then as their final song they played &lt;em&gt;'Escape Artists Never Really Die'&lt;/em&gt;. I almost died. I love a song that can bring you goosebumps no matter how incredibly hot and sweaty a room can be. It was the best way to end it for me, waiting the whole night for that song :]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need to head out to gigs more often, i miss them. I love the crazy death circles &amp;amp;&amp;amp; mosh pits. Getting all hot and sweaty &amp;amp; just going insane. Definently miss it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/693407805631337395-6026812000409269249?l=samannn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://samannn.blogspot.com/feeds/6026812000409269249/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=693407805631337395&amp;postID=6026812000409269249' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/693407805631337395/posts/default/6026812000409269249'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/693407805631337395/posts/default/6026812000409269249'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://samannn.blogspot.com/2007/09/funeral-for-friend.html' title='Funeral For A Friend'/><author><name>Saman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02740111707154376653</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/__9OrNZJxuiY/SAKeQFmU6BI/AAAAAAAAAA8/GabaUV-L2EM/S220/P5310003sg.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-693407805631337395.post-9202920475284248047</id><published>2007-09-14T07:00:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2007-09-14T07:11:12.458+10:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Contiki tour'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Europe'/><title type='text'>Contiki Tour 2010</title><content type='html'>In 2010, the year of my 21st birthday i &lt;strong&gt;will&lt;/strong&gt; be going on a European Contiki Tour.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://au.contiki.com/tours/europe"&gt;http://au.contiki.com/tours/europe&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When people ask you the countries &amp;&amp;amp; places you eventually want to travel to, my answer has always been everywhere. So with this i can easily knock off 8-10 countries in 1-2 weeks :]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For those that have never heard of Contiki Tours, its a travel group for 18-25 year old's. Basically you all get on the Contiki Bus and hit a bunch of places, tourist spots etc and the whole time you are there its one massive party because everyone is your age. No annoying old people that want to take photos of absolutely everything and ask boring questions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I'm planning to start saving now lol. Depending on how much i have by the start of 2010 will determine which tour i take. I cant wait&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xo&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/693407805631337395-9202920475284248047?l=samannn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://samannn.blogspot.com/feeds/9202920475284248047/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=693407805631337395&amp;postID=9202920475284248047' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/693407805631337395/posts/default/9202920475284248047'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/693407805631337395/posts/default/9202920475284248047'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://samannn.blogspot.com/2007/09/contiki-tour-2010.html' title='Contiki Tour 2010'/><author><name>Saman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02740111707154376653</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/__9OrNZJxuiY/SAKeQFmU6BI/AAAAAAAAAA8/GabaUV-L2EM/S220/P5310003sg.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-693407805631337395.post-5990077146453168227</id><published>2007-09-13T16:53:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2007-09-13T17:09:47.176+10:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='angst'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='retail therepy'/><title type='text'>Typical teen angst</title><content type='html'>I've been writing a very long blog, about everything that's happened this year i want to write about. But right now i need to let out some teen angst stuff lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;FUCK YOU MUM!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You stupid drunk. Why do you put Patrick &amp;&amp;amp; I through this all the time. Don't you care? Why do you call me the things you do all the time? How do you expect me to believe in myself and have pride when you believe Tim broke up with me because of that. You are an adult, with responsibilities. As much as you don't want Patrick &amp;&amp;amp; I around to look after fucking bad luck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And why don't i say this to her face? After what i had to deal with the last time i did it, never again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So now i have some thankyou's.&lt;br /&gt;First of all to Mel for the beautiful card and pressie you bought me this morning. I love you my Pokemon.&lt;br /&gt;To my Tom pants for cheering me up and being supportive over the past couple of days. I can always count on you for that and i am forever grateful.&lt;br /&gt;And to Parramatta Westfield lol. For providing me with enough to fulfil my retail therapy shopping trips.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Teen angst over.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xo&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/693407805631337395-5990077146453168227?l=samannn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://samannn.blogspot.com/feeds/5990077146453168227/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=693407805631337395&amp;postID=5990077146453168227' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/693407805631337395/posts/default/5990077146453168227'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/693407805631337395/posts/default/5990077146453168227'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://samannn.blogspot.com/2007/09/typical-teen-angst.html' title='Typical teen angst'/><author><name>Saman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02740111707154376653</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/__9OrNZJxuiY/SAKeQFmU6BI/AAAAAAAAAA8/GabaUV-L2EM/S220/P5310003sg.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-693407805631337395.post-6366526394202377608</id><published>2007-09-12T07:12:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2007-09-12T07:19:14.356+10:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm backkk</title><content type='html'>After &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Modblog&lt;/span&gt; died i gave up on blogging. Moved onto &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Myspace&lt;/span&gt; and other sites to waste my time whilst bored. But after finding my old &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Modblog&lt;/span&gt; the other night, with the help of Thomas, i have decided to create another blog.&lt;br /&gt;I'm not sure whether I&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;'m&lt;/span&gt; much of a blogger anymore, but i do know that i can talk shit. Which is probably what this blog is going to consist of.&lt;br /&gt;But for now i must be getting off to work. I have a sneaking suspicion i will be blogging later tonight, about anything and everything that is happening right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;xo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/693407805631337395-6366526394202377608?l=samannn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://samannn.blogspot.com/feeds/6366526394202377608/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=693407805631337395&amp;postID=6366526394202377608' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/693407805631337395/posts/default/6366526394202377608'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/693407805631337395/posts/default/6366526394202377608'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://samannn.blogspot.com/2007/09/im-backkk.html' title='I&apos;m backkk'/><author><name>Saman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02740111707154376653</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/__9OrNZJxuiY/SAKeQFmU6BI/AAAAAAAAAA8/GabaUV-L2EM/S220/P5310003sg.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry></feed>
